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Fate/Eclipse (Holy Grail War)

Alright, considering the glacial pace of some of the other RPs I'm in, I think this should be fine. Count me in, at least until further notice. Wouldn't mind reserving Berserker, Caster or Assassin ahead of time if I can :P

Fate/Eclipse (Holy Grail War)

Might be interested, we'll see. Got a pretty full schedule.

JOJO'S BIZARRE ADVENTURE: CHRONO'S CURSE! - NO LONGER ACCEPTING

Poor guy. Hopefully he doesn't take this the wrong way. Ram Jam really is trying to comfort him :(

JOJO'S BIZARRE ADVENTURE: CHRONO'S CURSE! - NO LONGER ACCEPTING

Izayoi Grand Hospital - Ram Jam

Someone... had died? Yosuke's friend died? The news somehow hit Ramika even harder than the bullet did. She got up, shakily hobbling towards Yosuke.

"Oh Yoyo..." she said, doing her best to comfort him by wrapping him in a warm hug.

It was an odd feeling when someone like Yukari passed away. You didn't know them. You could never pretend to. They were someone who'd only been in your life for a few seconds at most, but when they left... somehow, in its own way, it was even more devastating than losing a close relative. When the victim is someone you know, it's easy to rationalize their death away as having meaning or purpose, some sort of role to play in the story of your life, where you're the protagonist. When your uncle or your father dies, it feels like Luke losing Obi-wan. It's crippling and tragic, but also empowering in the things they'd left you in your passing. Experience, determination, humility. Things like that.

But when someone you barely know dies, the death feels somehow senseless. They weren't detached enough from you to feel like another nameless victim, but not close enough that you'd know anything about them. You had no relationship to them. All that left was a feeling of emptiness and recognition of how cruel the world could be. Someone else, maybe someone you do know well, just lost their Obi-wan, and all you could do for them as you watched them suffer through the loss was grieve with them. It made Ramika feel so powerless.

JOJO'S BIZARRE ADVENTURE: CHRONO'S CURSE! - NO LONGER ACCEPTING

Short post cuz I'm just waking up.

JOJO'S BIZARRE ADVENTURE: CHRONO'S CURSE! - NO LONGER ACCEPTING

Izayoi Grand Hospital - Ram Jam

Ram Jam didn't up all at once. Her return to consciousness was more of an in-and-out deal, brief moments of lucidity before drifting back to sleep. Each time these moments lasted a little longer, parts of her brain reawakening before others. Perhaps that was why it wasn't immediately worrying that she was in a hospital, or why she couldn't feel the pain until the very last time she woke upz

"Hhhhhhhhhh!" she wheezed, waking up in extreme pain with nothing else to vocalize. Air. She felt like she was being crushed. She needed air!

Each wheezy breath was a test of incredible endurance, the mere act of inflating her lungs taxing to the point of unreasonable difficulty. What happened to her?!

Ram Jam fought through the pain, and eventually it became manageable, not much worse than that one time she'd been hit in the chest by the baseball cannon in the batting cage. Before long she'd gotten the hang of breathing and dealing with the pain. She tried sitting up.

"What," she wheezed. "The hell happened? Are you okay, guys?"

JOJO'S BIZARRE ADVENTURE: CHRONO'S CURSE! - NO LONGER ACCEPTING

Awesome! So awesome. I'll write up a post in a couple of hours.

JOJO'S BIZARRE ADVENTURE: CHRONO'S CURSE! - NO LONGER ACCEPTING

Sweet! In the meantime, who is your favorite JJBA villain, everybody? Mine is a tie between Dio (obviously) and RUDORU FON SHUTOROHAIMU (though I question if he truly counts as a villain even though he's a Nazi).

The Four Siblings of Hell

Finally posted! Sorry for the wait (though it appears a lot of peeps aren't posting yet :P)

The Four Siblings of Hell

Haruto Inoue

It was an average day in the life of Haruto Inoue. Homeroom began just the same way it always did, with their teacher making an absolute ass of herself, and Haruto sat in the exact same seat in the middle of the classroom, just like he always did. People tended to give him a wide berth, so his preferred desk went relatively untouched, save for the graffiti people vandalized it with when he was at lunch or in the bathroom. In fact, someone without much imagination had added a new one today. A little carving saying "Die", right underneath a black marker drawing of a dick, one of his favorites.

Haruto didn't really care though. A desk was a desk, and he sat there to enjoy the prime real estate, nothing else. From that seat he could see everything in the classroom, front, sides and back. It made him feel like the center of attention, even if it was just a little bit.

In reality though, he was about as invisible as air, or maybe Schrodinger's cat. He only existed when people acknowledged him, usually in the form of the aforementioned desk-graffiti. He wasn't bullied per se, but in many ways the way people just forced themselves to completely ignore him was even worse. At least being bullied meant people cared enough to make shit out of you. To the kids at this school, Haruto was a ghost. Say "Inoue" three times in front of a mirror in the dark and he'd appear to ruin your social life. But that all changed recently. Someone had acknowledged him.

Haruto looked to his left at the beautiful black-haired girl sitting by the window. Takanashi Kureha, the new transfer student. On her first day here...

written by KoL!

"Where was it again..." Kureha was walking absentmindedly through the school's foregrounds in search of the hallway that would lead her to her new classroom. It was the first time she had to change schools before graduation, so Kureha was quite disoriented by experience.

"I can't believe that I'll be late even thought I woke up so early." She was starting to feel a little desperate as the hands of the clock marched on mercilessly.

Thanks to her nervousness Kureha felt a sudden urge to visit the toilet, thankfully the hall way she had just come in had a pair of them on it. She hurried inside of the female one and washed her face with the cold water, hoping that the freezing sensation would help her calm down.

As she was leaving the restroom, running without looking around, Kureha felt something bump against her chest, the force of the impact sent her tumbling backwards and she fell right on her butt.

After shaking her head to clear her jumbled sight, Kureha saw a boy crouched on the ground in search of pair of glasses that had landed between her legs. He looked quite flustered, so Kureha thought that he was the type that could see nothing without the glasses.

Kureha felt a little guilty for knocking the boy down, so she picked up his glasses, before lightly touching his shoulder and saying, "Here, is that what you're looking for?"

The boy picked up the glasses and put them on before Kureha let them go, so the two teenagers soon found themselves in the floor with their hands touching one another.

Needless to say, Kureha's face went beet red and she jumped backwards like a scared cat," I... I'm sorry for bumping on you. I just transferred here today and am a bit confused. Could you please forgive me?" She said, crouching down and helping the stunned boy to his feet.

"By the way, I'm Takanashi Kureha. I'd it's not too much of a bother, could you please tell me where this classroom is?" She asked while showing him the note that she received from the school yesterday.

No one had ever spoken so kindly to him before. Realizing that someone could notice and acknowledge him like that was like coming up for a breath of fresh air after years of being on the verge of drowning. A shocking realization that maybe there was something more to life than... this. Haruto had never considered having a love life as being one of the options open to him in his life, but now he was determined to try. Hell, he was determined to succeed. He felt infatuated. For once it felt like maybe he'd found someone who actually cared about him.

Haruto stared at her, transfixed. It was hopeless of course. Despite his intelligence and modestly-toned physique he'd attained through years of judo, Haruto was painfully unappealing, not to mention awkward. He dressed plainly and in a way that was very unflattering, he was a know-it-all, and he hardly ever spoke (and when he did it was usually just stammering worthy of Jeff Goldblum). Kureha was beautiful, kind and outgoing, not to mention the rising star of the tennis club (and all that on top of being filthy stinkin' rich if her house was any indication). Best of all, she wouldn't have heard much about his umm... unfortunate reputation.

Haruto sighed. It's not like I want to be a shut-in, dammit. I've just got so much to do! Homework, mock exams, band practice, judo, helping Mom run her campaign...

And now tutoring. It certainly wouldn't help with all the other responsibilities he had to keep up with, but it was worth it just to get a chance to know her better. They were worlds apart as it was. If he was going to have any chance with her, he'd need to make the first move. Waiting for her to approach him wasn't just laughable, it was practically giving up to begin with, because that would never happen. Haruto knew all too well that he was a loser, and that the things he found attractive about Kureha were probably the things that the other guys found attractive about her too. That's why he had to ask her out before they did, and this was the perfect opportunity! But...

How am I supposed to do that?!

Haruto nearly tore his hair out just thinking about it. It was impossible. It was definitely impossible! For someone like him, you may as well ask to slay a dragon. So then why did he feel like he had to do this?!