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Fire Emblem - The Reclaimers of Peace

CRAP I JUST FINISHED MY SUPPORT POST

I've been really busy lately, and I've been sparsely on here; for that I apologize. I'll try to post when I have time. (Also, block doesn't help -_-")

Verthaven: A Bloody Paradise [Completed]

Injae Park

@Mr Allen J@BurningDaisies

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Ratchet raised an eyebrow. "You didn't think this all the way through, did you?" she asked Jennifer. She buried her face in her palm and muttered a Korean obscenity while shaking her head. She didn't think Jen was... well, the drinking type. Sure, it might've been peer pressure, but Ratchet never would have thought that the same person who wanted to avoid a fight at the Crystal Shores would be wasted like this.

Ratchet held up her palm. "I don't touch alcohol," she said to Anna. "And apparently there's like a zero-tolerance law in California for minors."

Ratchet didn't approve of underage drinking, but she was just a visitor to Verthaven. She had little to no idea what these people were like. Already the wealthy folks have somewhat fallen short of her expectations. Ratchet gave Meifeng an uncomfortable, flat look. "Just... try not to, you know, both end up in the ER or something," Ratchet strained.

She got off the barstool and patted Jen on the back.

Ratchet waded through the drunken orgy-porgy; apparently Huxley wasn't too far off on the whole soma thing. She made her way out to the balcony and looked up at the sky. The stars were out, though relatively few in number because of Verthaven's lights. Ratchet sort of wished that it was easier to see more of the night sky.

She leaned on the balcony and thought of her itinerary. The day after tomorrow she would have to attend a wedding for an uncle. At least she would see her other cousins again. Honestly, she'd rather practice her trumpet until her chops blow out than sit through vows and organs and passages from the Bible.

Verthaven: A Bloody Paradise [Completed]

@Mr Allen J

um. Surprise me?

Verthaven: A Bloody Paradise [Completed]

Injae Park

@Mr Allen J

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Ratchet rolled her eyes. "Um, yeah. I'm surprised that she didn't, like, explode after downing three shots and a bottle of vodka," she said to Meifeng. She looked around; there was a guy holding two bottles of liquor, dancing on a table with a lampshade on his head. She kind of expected a little bit more properness and mannerism from the wealthy; coming in here wearing Converse and a tool belt without a hitch is one thing, but she certainly didn't expect some oil tycoon or corporate owner to have a kid that would do... well, most of what's going on in this room.

Ratchet sat on the barstool on Jen's other side. "Nothing for me," she said, casually waving the bartender away. "I don't drink."

Ratchet thought that something sounded a bit off with Jen's behavior. It seemed a bit... abrupt, even for a drunk person. But Ratchet didn't think too much of it; after all, it was a party.

Ratchet took off her driver's cap and smoothed out her hair. "So... have you done anything other than get irreparably drunk?" Ratchet asked, lightly slugging Jen in the arm with her wheel. "I'm sure that rich folks have more to do in their homes than go into an alcohol-induced stupor."

Ratchet looked around and thought she looked a bit out-of-place. She had parked the Volt between a Rolls and a Ferrari. She looked like a half-dressed Newsie sitting amongst the ranks of J.P. Morgan and John D. Rockefeller. She absently rolled her wheel on the bar. "Jen, are you sure you're alright? You're falling over on Meifeng," Ratchet remarked. She then glanced over at Meifeng. "Did you put her up to this?" she asked.

Fire Emblem - The Reclaimers of Peace

@TentacleLord

Maybe we can have Habeen talk about her bad juju or something with Kuur? I don't know, that's a really basic idea.

Massive Multiversal Crossover

Lucina

Lucina had been told to follow until further notice, and so she followed, all the way to the Teleporter. (Apparently that's an occupation.)

Lucina is quite used to abrupt transportation through space and time at this point, and was not fazed (too badly) by the sudden transition. She looked up at probably the most important man in Academy City... not knowing who he was. "Excuse me, sir," she said to Aleister Crowley. "My name is Lucina. I was brought upon this city not by my own volition, but apparently by some form of scientific accident. Would you kindly explain why my presence, along with that of this apparently-somewhat-troublesome mage, is needed in this building?"

King Dedede

King Dedede leaned on his hammer. "So, we gettin' to investigatin' or what? Crime ain't takin' a holiday, that's for sure."

Verthaven: A Bloody Paradise [Completed]

OK, I expanded the post a little bit more.

Verthaven: A Bloody Paradise [Completed]

@Mr Allen J

Oh, the doors are open?

*facedesk*

Verthaven: A Bloody Paradise [Completed]

Injae Park

@Mr Allen J @Maxx

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Ratchet said her goodbyes (or rather, her see-y'all-laters) and turned back towards the Crystal Shores. Retrieving the moped, Ratchet motored her way back to her aunt's.

Upon returning, Ratchet leaned the moped on its kickstand and unlocked the door.

She looked at the phone number and address that Taylor had given her. "It isn't too far away," she mused. "Though it is a rich-folks party, and they tend to be the snobbish, judgmental sort..."

Ratchet debated on whether she ought to go; she was no introvert, of course, but she was admittedly a little nervous at the sort of fare that rich folks hung around. She probably had oil stains from the companies that these rich kids' tycoon fathers owned.

"So, how was the beach?" Kate asked, bouncing down the stairs.

"Um, met one of Jennifer's friends, who proceeded to wipe my face in the dirt at volleyball," Ratchet replied casually. "I told you about the fight that didn't happen," she added, "and then I got invited to a party tonight."

"Will there be beer?" asked Kate.

"What the heck, Kate? Where'd that question come from?!"

"In the movies, all the grown-ups at parties stand around and drink and stuff."

"Don't worry, Kate," Ratchet replied. "Alcohol shall not pass these lips."

She then smirked. "I'll use a straw."

They both giggled a bit at that. "No, but seriously, I've got no intention of drinking tonight. Or any night," Ratchet continued.

"What about peer pressure?" asked Kate.

"Kate, I'm 5'10" and I'm part machine. I'm not the type to easily get pressured into doing dumb things," Ratchet replied with a raised eyebrow.

Kate laughed. "Whatever you say, un-nee," she replied.

Ratchet rolled her eyes with a smile.

--

Honestly, this was the most amount of preparation that Ratchet would ever do for an event like this.

She had bothered to put on a clean, white collared shirt with (relatively) few oil stains, and even checked the buttons ("Always, sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, never," Ratchet muttered as she redid her buttons). She rolled up her sleeves. She let her hair down and brushed it into some semblance of looking sorta-okay (she managed to get the snags and tangles out; that's a plus), and didn't bother with the makeup (f**k that, she thought).

There were no such things as dress overalls, but Ratchet really wanted the pocket. Upon asking her father if he'd seen her cleanest pair, Ratchet sighed as her father said that the overalls were no way to show up at a party, so Ratchet instead wore black dress pants and wrapped her tool belt around her waist. (The belt is a necessity. You never know when you'll need a wrench.)

Ratchet finished her ensemble with a newsboy cap and, as usual, her mismatched pair of socks and her black Converse. "I look like I jumped out of a steampunk comic," Ratchet remarked, looking at herself in the mirror. "All I need are the pilot goggles."

Ratchet walked out of the room, and Kate immediately said, "You're going to a party looking like Rosie the Riveter?"

"Rosie doesn't have a fake arm or a Newsies cap," Ratchet replied.

"True, true," Kate replied.

"Hey, just out of curiosity, you want to watch Inside Out tomorrow?" Ratchet asked.

"Sure! I'll ask Winston, too!"

"Hopefully old Winnie's not gonna be too busy PUNCHING SOMEONE ELSE'S CRYSTAL TO DEATH."

"I heard that!" protested Winston.

"I know!"

Ratchet and Kate snickered.

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Ratchet had asked to borrow the Volt for the night. Showing up at the party, Ratchet parked on the curb and strode properly up to the door, giving three quick raps on the door. Almost immediately, the doorman admitted her into the party.

Ratchet first noticed the noise. Whooping, yelling, bottles and glasses clinking... Ratchet estimated that about 65% of these people were at least a little tipsy.

She just followed the noise. Hearing a loud cheer, Ratchet walked into the room where all the action was... and just as she walked in, the room erupted into applause as Jen banged the bottle of vodka on the bar.

"That can NOT be in ANY way good for your liver," Ratchet remarked.

Verthaven: A Bloody Paradise [Completed]

@Maxx

Alright, cool. I'll have a post up later today.