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7 yrs ago
Current I'm not dead, not yet. Two more months to go in internship hell before I'm done with college and return to RParadise.
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9 yrs ago
I find "reviews" with nothing but hollow vulgarities derisive. I'm flattered by the lack of finesse from these uncouth imbeciles with their painfully limited vocabulary to entertain my refined ego.
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9 yrs ago
Over(work) 9000
9 yrs ago
"When life gives you lemons, make lemonade." --Gilgamesh, Mobius Final Fantasy
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10 yrs ago
♪ And so it came // Giving way to all the stress // Feel my world spin before me // Fever, sore throat burst again... ♪ --Parody to Adele's "Skyfall" with regards to my current state

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"I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good."

|| Hemingyay | Longhand ||


「 M O I 」


Slowly -- but surely -- coming back from a long hiatus.

Better known by the name of Tsu. An "advanced" roleplayer with at least five years of experience on/off. In real life, he is a college student studying in Asia, majoring in design-related fields. Outside of this site, he's also a hopeless poet and an indie writer currently working on his first book (as and when he has the time and inspirations to write something). He is also active in the Harry Potter fandom through participating in fanfic competitions/challenges and building connections with gift fics.

INTP; a Pottermore-certified Slytherin but identifies himself as a Slytherclaw who is both witty and ambitious. Considers himself a Denpa Otaku -- a fan of animanga, visual novels and JRPGs, and he's as opinionated about what he likes and dislikes as every other fan out there.



「 R O L E P L A Y S 」


Roleplay invitation is strictly reserved for close friends and peers only, for now. I'm too busy to join big, open groups at the moment.

Pokemon: Hoenn Fantasy | 1x1 | @Altered Tundra
"I've come up with a new recipeh!" #IgnisIsBrock
(For the sake of RPG I'm sad to say that I have to censor most of Yuffie's horribly awesome nicknames to cater for childish SJWs.)

Sekirei: Pure Sanctuary | 1x1 | @RyuHll
Still waiting for the day Hikari can bitchslap my Orinami... and another chance for Nagisa to greet a new friend with a sniper gun under their chin.
(I just have the knack of making yanderes. #SorryNotSorry)

Star Riders: Hoshizora no Riders | 1x1 | @Inkarnate (@Gowi)
Currently having a dilemma to choose between a professional pervert and idol whore.
(You know what, let's just have them all be kinky with each other to save the damn world from killer lolis. Yay.)

Unlight | 1x1 | @Dusksong
First attempt at a romance-ish RP. Wish me luck -- and make be sober over how I can only have fictional girlfriends.
(While I try my best not to turn Meyer's perfect vamps into assholes because I'm really itching to do that for the lolz.)


「 L I N K S 」


Tsukune Reservoir Chronicle
The graveyard where I dump all mah character sheets (and some lore notes because why not).

Tsukune World Chronicle
Coding workshop for iChecks and OOCs, from sluggish actives to upcoming epics... and even dead failures.

The Art & Beauty of BBCoding
The most comprehensive guide to BBcoding on RPG. #NotBragging

Longhand / Hemingyay
Before RPer, I'm first and foremost a writer.

Double, double, toil and trouble
Fire burn and cauldron bubble
Double, double, toil and trouble
Something wicked this way comes!


「 Q U O T E S 」


"DO NOT UNDERESTIMATE RIDICULOUS IDEAS.
It's the origin to the greatest ideas ever known to mankind."

"Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, yet the highest form of intelligence."
Oscar Wilde

"Sarcasm is love. Sarcasm is life."
"If I don't get at least one sarcastic observation from you per day, I would think something was seriously wrong with you IRL."

"You are one known for some pretty fucked up stories."

Unknown

Vivi, World of Final Fantasy

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Most Recent Posts

I'm not dead. Yet. But my country expects me to die for it.

The timeskip post kinda threw me off the track a bit - because now idk what to do with Shizuka (I know he will have to show up in Cindy's bit but chronologically I'm a little confused, lol).

And maybe I'll be doing another eighteen-fucking-day collab with Fern again for Rori/Haru. Maybe.
I thought I could be free from RL war after drawing project, but I was so wrong.

...With my country's national day coming up, of course. Gah.

(And I'm still facing a tall and sturdy wall called writer's block...)
@Mr Allen J Please don't make me go there and start ranting about the beauty of nudity in the middle of the night

*coughs* Anyway, I should get back my original, better writing once I get back my usual drive. Until then, I shall continue to burn your dick with my gloriously horrendous current writing.
@Mr Allen J Track Journey Across Europe + Chase to Getting an A Grade = Epic Delay of Eternity.

Be glad that it's only eighteen fucking days.


Rori Aherne, & Haruka Takashiro.

(@FernStone and @tsukune)


Academy 61, Roseview_

To get to the Academy Rori had to take the form of a bigger bird than they would have liked. They, currently, couldn't actually change what they were carrying with them. Which meant they had to carry a clarinet case as a bird. It was no easy feat - but Rori had their way of doing these things (with slow flying).

They landed in the grounds of the Academy before changing back into their humanoid form. It was a lot nicer being able to fly again - the weeks with a broken wing had been pretty hellish. They had been worried that they wouldn't be able to fly again.

Shrugging away stupid, past thoughts and headed into the Academy. They absentmindedly scrolled through their phone as they walked through the corridors. Haruka had told them where the room was... Didn't mean that they could easily find it.

That was why they had arrived so early. They had a habit of getting lost in the Academy.

This time, though, it didn't take them long to find what they thought was the right room. Since they were early they sat down and began to put together their clarinet, before waiting.



Haruka parked his bicycle in the designated area before he walked towards the Arts building. He was able to book the studio room without much trouble. (As an ex-student and no longer part of the Academy, he would have to rent the room, but thanks to some connections he made during the days he was still here he didn't have to pay a single cent!) The in-charge had informed him that the door had been unlocked beforehand, so if Rori was early she could wait inside the room - and it was probably better that she waited inside to avoid suspicions from the students and other instructors in the campus.

As he pulled open the door, Rori was indeed already waiting for him inside, and she had finished setting up her clarinet. "Sorry that I'm late," he began, glancing at the time on his mobile screen. "...A bit, but still late." He smiled at her apologetically.

"It's fine," Rori smiled at Haruka as he entered the room, shrugging slightly. "I left early just in case I got lost, anyway."

He set his backpack down on the grandpiano's chair and pulled out the score sheet, then an electronic tuner that he handed it to Rori, asking, "Do you need this?" He didn't particularly need it since he had been born with perfect pitch, but he still got one... just because.

Rori nodded, taking the tuner. They were musically talented, sure, and played many instruments - but they didn't quite have perfect pitch. "I practiced earlier, so it should still be in tune, but better safe than sorry!"

"It's alright - no one else will be using this room, so we can stay in here the whole day." He lifted up the piano cover before he sat down. "I need some time to do warm up too." His right forefinger pressed down the C key - it was in tune, so thankfully he didn't need to re-tune the piano. Taking in a breath, he began warming up with the major scales, his fingers running across the keyboard with expert ease. Even though Rori didn't have the same innate musical talent that he possessed, he still admired her flair with multiple instruments like himself, which made it fun to try out various duet arrangements with her.

Once he was done warming up, he turned to Rori. "I am ready. Do you want to start from the beginning?"

It didn't take Rori long to tune their clarinet - it was just a little flat, as they'd predicted.

"Yep, ready whenever you are," Rori grinned as they straightened out the sheets of music in front of them. "The beginning is a good idea." They'd practiced the piece quite a lot alone, of course, but it was very different playing in a duet. They rarely had a problem playing with Haruka though - they were both good enough, and friendly enough, that they could work through any problems that came up.

After checking to see if Haruka was ready - who counted them both in with the soft, staccato bass on the piano - Rori began playing. Rori played through the piece easily enough, they'd practiced it enough for that. Haruka's part was more mechanical since it was to set and keep the tempo, which didn't give him much room for expression like Rori's. The repetitive beat easily led Haruka slip into autopilot mode, leaving the physical memory from his past practices to play the piece while his mind was drifting to somewhere else.

To his brother, Shizuka.

Haruka received a call from his twin three days ago, It was short - all Shizuka had mentioned was that he might be coming back sometime this week (or even the week after, especially with what had happened in Taiwan), and that there was something important he had to tell him, face to face. Haruka couldn't make any sense to the second half of the message; even though it was subtle, he knew his brother well enough to be able to feel the hint of unusual urgency in his bored - well-controlled - tone. Was it about their mother, who had been missing for months with no leads to her whereabouts... or something more?

He had noticed Shizuka absently doodling a sketch of a Chinese dragon on a napkin when they were eating out on one occasion the younger twin came back to America - and then he was sent away again a few days later. Drawing was the only kind of art in which Shizuka was clearly better than the artistic elder Takashiro, something that he could be smug about only towards Haruka, who couldn't draw anything to save his life (not counting lame stick figures, of course). The way how Shizuka seemed fixated with the dragon worried Haruka. He wondered what that dragon meant to his brother - probably some dangerous triad that Shizuka had to deal with in his line of work?

There were no major issues with the first playthrough at least. Well, not until Haruka was jolted out of his own thoughts when his ears cringed at how Rori's note clashed with his - and then he realized that he was going faster. He stopped playing, then rubbing his head temples, his eyes closed. "My bad - I got distracted. We can try it again from the beginning of the chorus part."

"It's fine," Rori smiled before pausing. "Hey Haru," They glanced over at their friend, looking away from the music in a break between playing. "Are you free again later this week?"

Haruka pulled out his mobile, his thumb tapped on the screen and opened up the schedule app. "Yeah, I am mostly free this whole week." He looked up from his phone and turned to Rori. "Is there something of the matter?"

"Well..." Rori stopped a moment, trying to figure out how to say what they wanted to say. "I haven't seen any of my actual family since I left, and started living with my cousin. My younger brother has moved to Baybridge and kept asking to meet up - and I really do want to see him. Max says I shouldn't go alone, though, and she's in Spain. So I was wondering if you would come with me to meet him?"

Haruka could see why Max - who was also one of his twin's colleagues - would be worried about Rori walking around Baybridge alone. The anti-Metahuman tension had never once slipped ever since the Eco-Natura disaster back in Prince Ed-Field months ago. With Rori's obvious bestial feature, she could easily attract Metahuman-haters to bully her, getting herself hurt. He was secretly relieved that she had chosen to ask him to act as an guardian of sorts - he was glad that Rori trusted him enough to accompany her, to make sure that she would be all right.

"Sure," Haruka gave Rori a reassuring smile. "You can give me more details about the meeting once it is confirmed, and I can pick you up from your house to see your younger brother." He then scratched the back of his head, sheepish. "...I hope you are okay with motorbikes - and I will try not to ride too fast. I promise!"
@FernStone Finally, wrote something and responded to Rori in between breaks from drawing! \(^^)/ Just a bit more and we can truly be done with it! Eh, really long delay from me indeed. :P

...And yes @Mr Allen J I will be back to fuck up the timeskip collab starting from tomorrow.
@Mr Allen J@FernStone

Sorry guys for the disappearance. I was completely KOed from cyberspace because I was in drawing hell the past couple of days.
Tomorrow's the deadline, so I'm only free after tomorrow.

I'll try to whip up stuff during class later to wrap up the collab with Fern. >.<
Aaaaand... the shitty collab is finally up. This is probably the worst post I've ever written for this RP (and I'm really sorry to Wiz for dragging him down with my crap writing DX).
Told ya. Drawing and writing - especially mixed with intense stress and chasing tight deadlines - don't go well together. I'm the living proof of that. Ha.

I should start wrapping up the collab with @FernStone soon.


Shizuka Takashiro, & Nick O'Connor.

(@tsukune and @TheWizardLizard)


Waterbridge Airport, Roseview_

The touchdown felt surprisingly smooth after almost an entire day of turbulent ride from Taipei (and that was not even counting the shitstorm that turned a supposedly boring conference into a full-blown riot). Shizuka Takashiro let out a tired yawn and looked out of the window; even though it was only ten minutes to four, the sun was already setting, painting the sky with a reddish hue. Once the plane was docked and the passengers were ushered to the arrival hall, Shizuka dragged the compact spinner case with him and followed the crowd to the check-in area. He flicked open his passport and frowned - he had changed for a fresh book just two months ago, but he was now left with only a couple of visa-free pages.

...Oh well.

Stepping out of the sliding doors of the airport, he was greeted with a cooling breeze - which also had brought the smell of the exhaust fumes from the taxicabs lining up at the stand nearby. Thankfully it wasn't crowded - considering the time - and it wasn't long before it's his turn.

"Greencrest Height, White Coast," he told the driver absentmindedly as he slipped into the taxi.

Nick glanced back at the passenger in halfhearted curiosity. The man in his taxi was obviously young and of Asian descent, and the driver felt an odd sense of curiosity about what brought him to Baybridge; especially odd because he made a point of not being curious about the business of strangers under any circumstances. Maybe it was the stir-craziness from living with a hive of insects.

"You got it, sir," he murmured as he peeled the taxi away from the airport and took off down the road with the practiced ease of someone who had driven those roads several times a day for the last few months. A faint clicking noise emitted from the glove compartment next to him, and Nick shot it a withering glance. "Shut up," he whispered forcefully, and the clicking died down. Hopefully the passenger wasn't paying attention.

"Greencrest, huh?" He asked, glancing in the mirror at the young man behind him. "That's residential. You visiting someone?"

Shizuka didn't hear the clicking noise, nor did he pay much attention to the odd way the driver seemed to hiss at the glove compartment - he had other things in mind. And one of those things was inside the case in the trunk behind him.

Something he had to get to a fellow agent he trusted most, Holly Hope, ASAP.

The driver's question pulled him out of his thoughts. "Uh, yeah, I guess." He had replied without thinking - but he would leave it as that. He wasn't on duty now, and there was no need to intimidate a cab driver about his identity as a RAVEN agent. The less people know about him, the better - though with the premature gray hair (which was pretty much silver-white now) that he was too prideful to dye it black, he was hard to miss.

Looking out of the window, he let out a sigh. "...Baybridge is never the same each time I come here."

"Yeah, I guess they did have the, what, Eco-terrorist attacks not long ago. Or, we did, that is." Nick furrowed his brow. He still didn't consider himself to be a real Baybridger, odd considering that he knew the town like the back of his hand from all the hours spent driving across it. He supposed in that case that he wasn't really 'from', considering how his last home had turned out, which was tragically not the most depressing thing about his life.

Something about the man behind him occurred to Nick, and for once his curiosity outstripped his caution. "Sir," he began. "How long are you staying in Baybridge? Can't imagine there's enough in that little case for a real long visit. What's in there, tooth brush, change of clothes? ...Though I guess if you visit this person often, you might have some stuff there. Dumb question."

Shizuka's eyes went glassy when the driver asked about his case. "Technically I live in Baybridge now, but I'm often out of town - you can say that probably makes me no different from mere visitors of this city." He stared at the driver through the rearview mirror's reflection. "You sound like you're pretty new to this place. Just moved here not long ago?"

Nick's line of thought was interrupted when some douchebag in a green truck turned a blind corner and nearly crashed into the taxi, forcing Nick to slam on the breaks. "Asshole!" he shouted, before instinctively resting a hand on the glove compartment.

Shizuka quickly put out a hand onto the headrest of the driver's seat before him, and his head hit the back of his own hand; he had to control himself not to go intangible out of pure instinct. He looked up and opened his mouth, about to swear at the truck with Nick when his eyes fell onto the driver's hand on the glove compartment.

He raised an eyebrow. "Eh, I don't think we need to go that far to shoot a bullet at that jerk..." he tried to joke in a half-hearted way, but his sight was still trained on the glove compartment. Something about the driver's reaction made him felt that whatever's inside was probably not a gun. He was beginning to feel curious about what the driver was hiding in the compartment, but in the end he decided not to poke his nose into other people's business (and in turn attracting more unnecessary troubles to himself).

Nick pulled his hand back slowly, letting out a breath of forced laughter. "Yeah, it's, ah... it's all good. Man, guess they'll give a license to damn near anyone these days, huh?" He was silent for a moment, the strangeness of his actions becoming very apparent to him, before letting out a large breath and trying to frantically change the subject. "So... what do you do, like, for a living, sir?"

Shizuka watched Nick as the driver seemed to try regaining his composure - he was now more certain not to reveal too much about himself. "...Diplomatic stuff, so I travel around a lot," he said finally, shrugging. It wasn't a lie, just half of the whole truth.

"Cool, cool," Nick replied absentmindedly, eyes locked on the road ahead. The ride was going fairly quickly - they were getting close now, having just entered the bureau of White Coast. "So, is there an address you want me to leave you at, or...?"

Shizuka felt like smacking his own head now - the stress from the incident last week had really affected him more than he wanted to admit, so much that even the simplest things were slipping from his sluggish mind. "Yes, yes, the address," he muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose with a hand, while the other went for his jeans pocket. "It's at---" he began, pulling out his vibrating phone but stopped when he looked down at the screen of the mobile.

In a tone of suppressed frustration, he spoke to the driver again, "Change of plans - take me to the DOVE/RAVEN Headquarters."
<Snipped quote by TheWizardLizard>

@tsukune, I expect you to do what you do best and completely ruin it.

\( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)/


Well, I already did.

And now I'll have to undo the mistakes caused by practising gesture drawing with nude models the whole time because that feels so good and in turn killed all my writing cells from the eye feast.
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