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Monster Ops: Neutralization (Monster Musume no Iru Nichijou RP reboot)

@MonsieurShadeMao is accepted. He'll be called in to work after the current situation is resolved~

Monster Ops: Neutralization (Monster Musume no Iru Nichijou RP reboot)

Here be my new CS, now 100% grump free.

Mao

Name: Mao Xie
Age: "Twenty two, da!
Appearance: Mao is a monkeyman that stands at roughly 5'9" and weighs 75 kilograms. His eyes are a dark brown color, though they're rarely seen as he likes to squint because he thinks it makes him look like he's in deep thought and therefor more sage like.
Gender: "I'm a dude, isn't it obvious? I mean I don't think they'd let me walk in without a shirt if I was a lady, da."
Blood type: O negative
Birth date: April 17th, 1994
Previous criminal record: "Lets see...public intoxication, drunken disorderly conduct, resisting arrest, and one charge of breaking and entering. All in the same night too. In my defense, I feel as though all of that only happened because the people at that party failed to tell me that they were playing beer pong with sake, da."
Special skills:

• Monkey like dexterity and agility ("I can pick up things with my feet n' tail! Also I can climb and jump really good.)
• Super human strength (twice as strong as a normal person of his size)
• Skilled drummer ("What can I say? When you can play with both your hands and feet you can jam out twice as hard, da!")
• Speaks tibetan and a bit of mandarin
• Knows monkey style kung fu ("Well DUH! What else would I learn? Crane style? pffft.")

Psychological profile: Mao is a very...excitable creature to say the least, rarely sitting still for more than a few moments at a time unless he's got something to keep him occupied. Despite being a surprisingly intelligent individual Mao is impatient as well as impulsive, and will often rush into things without properly thinking first unless someone takes the time to sit him down and explain to him the gravity of a situation. It has been noted that Mao is a very friendly individual who is quick to try and form bonds with those around him, going to great and sometimes perilous lengths to get others to like him more. Mao seems to have a total disregard for anything resembling a chain of command. This is not to say that he likes to behave insubordinately, rather he addresses everyone in the same sort of informal manner as if they were old pals.

Medical health record: "Healthy as a horse I am!"- Mao is a healthy individual, a tad bit overweight ("OI! RUDE!") but there are no health issues outside of that
Relationships: "My mom n' pop and seven brothers and sisters back home, those nice monk folks I stayed with for a little while in tibet, and the old lady who's house I broke into to escape the fuzz. She was actually pretty understanding when I came to apologize. We play Go together every other tuesday."
Miscellaneous:
-Has a profound love of puzzle games
-Has a verbal tick (adds "Da" to the end of some of his sentences)
-Routinely mooches food from his friends
-He thinks nearly of everyone as his friend

@MonsieurShade

Reviewing, reviewing~

Hope my post is okay.

@Otaku95

Yup. Last one to the party tho has to guard the kid xD

Monster Ops: Neutralization (Monster Musume no Iru Nichijou RP reboot)

Eh, why not? Always enjoyed the series even before it became animated.

Dimitri Cromwell

Name: "Dimitri. Dimitri Cromwell."
Age: "My birth record says twenty five, my liver says fifty."
Appearance:

Appearance

- "Okay, I thought I asked for a better picture! This does NOT depict me in a good light!"

- He stands at approximately 6'1" and weighs about eighty two kilograms, as seen in the picture provided. Being a werewolf Dimitri naturally sports a bestial appearance, however he falls in line more with the traditional wolfman type of lycanthrope rather than the more canid one that is often portrayed in media today, or the fully lupine one from old folklore.

Gender: "I'm a guy, kind of begs the question of why i'm here really since you guys mostly hire chicks."
Blood type: "B negative. Look, you guys do know I carry dog tags for a reason, right? You can get this info quicker that way!" (Dog tags? How ironic~) "Can...can you not?"
Birth date: "*sigh* May 8, 1991"

Previous criminal record: (You know what you did. Please stop harassing the new recruits, Ms. Smith.) "I may or may not have terrorized a few farms and eaten a lot of livestock. I also might've been charged with grand theft auto for stealing a truck to avoid the angry farmers that wanted to fill me with buck shot."
Special skills: "Well from what's been tested thus far, my senses are all several times stronger than that of a human being, my sense of smell especially. Not to brag, but I could pick out a single person's scent from about eight miles away if I had something to go off of. I'm pretty damned fit as well, not that I wasn't before, but now they're saying I'm like, what, five times stronger than the average man? About twice as fast too. Before all of that I took up mixed martial arts, and I would like to think that i'm a halfway decent piano player."

Psychological profile: Dimitri displays a level of cynicism and irritability typical of those dealing with clinical depression, though he takes great strides to hide this with sarcasm and a dry sense of humor in an attempt to pass himself off as being simply disinterested in everything. The belief that Dimitri is depressed is strengthened further by the fact that Dimitri also happens to be an alcoholic, and has been known to, on several occasions, abuse his extrahuman physiology to imbibe more soporifics than can be safely consumed by a normal human being. The source of Dimitri's depression is thus far up for debate as he has a habit of dodging and deflecting comments about subjects that displease him through any means necessary, be it petty insults or even threatening behavior.
Dimitri seems to be much more prone to following his more basic instincts that other monsters might be, especially as the lunar cycle draws nearer to the full moon, under which he becomes increasingly aggressive towards those around him.
A not so well known fact about Dimitri is that he seems to have a mild obsession with cleanliness.

Medical health record: "I'm allergic to silver and wolfsbane. I think that's about it really." - Dimitri has a severe allergic reaction to silver and wolfsbane. Coming into physical contact with these substances causes him to break out into a painful rash and even some blistering on the affected area, and ingestion of either of these substances can send Dimitri into anaphylactic shock and kill him. Physically speaking Dimitri is in excellent condition; being much more physically fit and durable than all but the most athletic of human beings. His extrahuman biology makes him less prone to becoming sick, however he's still more than capable of catching human diseases if forced in close proximity to a sick person for too long. Wether or not he can catch canine specific diseases remains to be seen. His senses, though much greater than any human being's, are not without flaws: His sense of smell and sense of hearing can be subjected to sensory overload if he isn't careful about his location. A rather interesting thing to be mindful of is that Dimitri has no sweat glands, instead he is forced to pant like a dog would in order to keep from overheating due to the course hair that covers him from head to toe.
Relationships: "Family in America, a few friends all over the place. No *ahem* "steamy details" to speak of."
Miscellaneous:
-He always carries a flask filled with scotch with him.
-Hates being used as a bloodhound.
-Gets used as a bloodhound often anyway
-May or may not shed on furniture

@MonsieurShade

Kay, I know I said I'd consider dude members in the OP so I won't say anything about that, but... how should I put this... this guy seems like kind of a miseryguts. The fact that he's a depressive alcoholic who feels like he belongs more in the X-Men than he does in a light-hearted comedy series like Monster Musume isn't really helping matters.

As it is, I'd say please come up with something else. Sorry :(

Monster Ops: Neutralization (Monster Musume no Iru Nichijou RP reboot)

Day 1

MON Safehouse

*bzzzzt* Hey girls, Smith here! Just wanted to let you know we're en route to deliver the package, so you'd better be decent and make yourselves look presentable! Toodles! *click*

The streets of Okayama-ken

Kyosuke Keita looked out the car window. It was a beautiful morning. The cityscape was bustling and full of life, the people were all marching happily along to the tune of their everyday lives, and the sun was rising bright and cheery in the sky, just like always. So why were his thoughts so dark, stormy and turbulent? Simple. A dead man. He was a dead man.

"How the hell did this happen...?"

He thought back to how this had all started. He was just trying to keep his head down! Do a good job! He thought that maybe if he put in a few extra hours at the forensics lab he could earn a few brownie points, but instead he'd gotten caught up in a case involving the extraspecies mafia, and now they were trying to kill him! Someone! Someone was trying to kill him, Kyosuke Keita! Someone very powerful, very mean, and very, very well-armed. The thought of it made him sick to his stomach.

Now he was in protective custody, on the run from literal monsters from a fantasy novel who'd already tried to kill him once by blowing up an entire laboratory full of people. His life was in danger, and what had he even done? Run spectrographs on a few dud lab samples and just happened to figure out something he shouldn't have? How? How had this happened?! How was he supposed to have known?!

Deadened to it all after the fiftieth time he'd asked himself these questions, Kyosuke just kept staring forlornly out the car window, watching unfamiliar street signs and buildings fly by. So far from home... Somehow, all he could think of was "what was he going to tell all his friends and coworkers?" How was he going to cover this up? This could follow him for the rest of his career. The rest of his life, even! Assuming he even had that long to live…

The college sophomore sighed. It’s over. Just end it. Kill me now.

All joking aside, Kyosuke thought about the people he might be able to call for some encouragement, to calm himself down. Not lawyers or anything. Just, y’know, people. Special people. He’d been told that in times like this it was good to get back in contact with family and old friends. A person could usually fall back on their family for support and encouragement during times of stress, but he didn't have something as convenient as that. He lived alone, far away from his father, and his brother. His mother had died long ago, and he didn't know any of his relatives, or whether any of them were even still alive. That, and all his classmates had stopped talking to him after they found out what kind of people he'd gotten involved with (not that it mattered when they were all more than a city's width away). Right now, he was all alone, with no one to support him. Except for...

Except for her... he thought as he looked across the car at the woman in the driver's seat.

Ms. Smith. Bureaucrat. Government agent. Cultural coordinator. Possible American expat? He still couldn't tell.

Whether she was supposed to be helping him or not was a mystery to Kyosuke, considering she was the one who'd gotten him into this mess to begin with, but she was certainly taking his misfortune well either way, humming along to the newest song by ANM48. Reaching for her travel mug with the words “Serious Gourmet Shit” emblazoned on it in English lettering around a parody of the Starbuck’s logo, she took a sip and immediately spat it out the window, sticking out her tongue and pouting.

“Ech, it’s cold!” she whined in stereotypical “fake cutesy” behavior.

Is she… really a government agent? Kyosuke wondered. He couldn’t help but feel a little concerned for his future.

"Ummmm... Hey Smith?" he asked. "Where are we going?"

He didn't receive an answer though. He frowned. "Smith... Mis. Smith... Smith-san!"

"Hm?" she said, only now paying attention to him. "What is it, Kyo-chan?"

"Uhhh..." Kyosuke stuttered. He'd told her not to call him by that embarrassing nickname. "D-Do you know where we're going? I've asked you before but you've never said anything, and this looks way out of the way. Are we in Okayama prefecture right now?"

"Of course I know where we're going. What, you getting homesick already?" Smith asked teasingly. "I thought you were more of a man than that, Kyo-chan~"

Caught off-guard by the government agent's flirtatious behavior, Kyosuke blushed. "I wish you'd stop calling me that..." he mumbled, but Smith either didn't hear him, or chose to ignore him.

"It's a safehouse, designated property of Monster Ops: Neutralization," she said, suddenly becoming very serious. We're using it as our base of operations for the time being. You'll be safe there. Protected. At least until this whole thing with Boss Kairou blows over."

"And... how long will that be?" Kyosuke asked tentatively.

"Who knows! Could be never!" Smith said, far too cheerfully.

Kyosuke's face was drained of all color, and he went white with shock.

"... I think I'm about to have a panic attack, Smith-san..."

"Ah come on, cheer up!" she said, patting him on the back. "Being in protective custody isn't so bad! They give you free food and housing! You even get your own case manager, and since those shitty tightwad penny pinchers never give us any more goddamn money, we're going to get to spend a lot more time together! Now doesn't that make you feel better, Kyo-chan? Spending time with a beautiful older woman? A lot of boys your age would kill to be in your position!"

"Now I think I'm gonna throw up..."

MON Safehouse

After some fresh air and two stops to empty his panicking stomach all over the side of the street, they finally pulled up to the safehouse, a new but so far unfinished and unfurnished studio apartment, large for its size but still rather small for something that was supposed to hold five plus people.

"You good now, Kyo-chan?" Ms. Smith said, still patting him on the back.

Kyosuke coughed, his mouth still sour with bitter anxiety bile. "Yeah, I'm feeling much better now. Thanks, Smith-san."

He wiped his mouth off on his jacket sleeve. How long had it been since he'd last had an anxiety attack like that? Two days in and this "trip" to the country-side was already ruining him.

"By the way, Smith-san?" he asked. "I've been curious about this. Ummm... what kind of people are these MON guys? You haven't told me anything about them. They must be amazing, right? To go up against extraspecies criminals with such scary abilities... you know I saw an orc flip a car on the news once, right? A car!"

Smith faltered, her cheeky demeanor breaking for a second. She adjusted her sunglasses.

"W-Well, they certainly are interesting, I'll say that much. Hopefully not too interesting though..."

Meanwhile, a pair of slit eyes stared at them from afar...

---

In a dark room located somewhere in Japan, an old-fashioned spin-dial telephone started to chirp, its news ill-boding by its very nature. You see, nothing good ever happens in dark rooms. When you're in a dark room and something happens that isn't sleeping (or sexy sleeping), it's always, always gonna be a bad thing. Take my word for it.

Well okay, maybe not a bad thing necessarily. It could be just an average, uneventful, middle-of-the-road sort of thing. Those sorts of things can happen too, I guess. But it's usually a bad thing, and it's never gonna be a good thing! That's just not the way the world works. Especially not when a massive meaty hand picks up the receiver and says in a thick foreign accent, "Is it done?"

"No boss," a gravelly voice on the other end of the line said. "But we got 'em in our sights. It's just..."

"It's just what, Saul? Don't tell me I have to remind you what I had to do to poor Perkins when he messed up. You do remember, right? Or was the bacon supreme omelette I treated everyone to back in March too subtle for your lizard brain to comprehend?"

"N-No, Boss Kairou. I'm hearing ya loud and clear. It's just that Smith bitch is with him, and you know wherever she is those MON chicks aren't gonna be far behind. I mean, a human is one thing, but I don't want to go starting a fight with any ogres, you know?"

The voice in the dark room sighed. "You always were a coward, Saul. I'm surprised you still even have that tail."

"So what do we do, boss?"

The large, bulky figure of Boss Kairou took a puff from his cigar, a gesture so corny for a mob boss that you swear you'd laugh if you didn't know just who this man was. Exhaling slowly, he rubbed the cigar out on an ashtray sitting just a few inches to the left of the phone.

"Doesn't matter. You put more holes in that place than a miniature golf course, or it's curtains for you regardless. I don't want to see that kid's face again except in the obituaries, you hear me?"

The lizardman gulped. "G-Got it, boss."

Boss Kairou nodded. "Good. Don't worry about MON. They haven't gone anywhere. Right now it's just Smith and the kid, and there isn't a single zombie, doppelganger, ogre or cyclops within fifteen kilos of you. So take 'em out. And remember, I'm counting on you, Saul."

The phone hung up. Miles away, the doors to a black car with tinted windows were flung open.

---

"Uh-oh," Smith said, noticing the car.

"'Uh-oh'? What is it, Smith-san? Is something wrong-"

"Kyo-chan, get down!" Smith said, tackling him just as a group of lizardmen carrying submachine guns piled out of a black car and started opening fire.

"W-W-Whaaa-" Kyosuke tried to scream before he found himself lying underneath Ms. Smith, smothered and trying only to breathe. He felt incredibly embarrassed, being so close he could smell the coffee on her breath and the cheap detergent she used to clean her suit. But before he could say anything, bullets pelted and then ripped through the car's bulletproof glass, knocking the windows into the car. That changed his feelings entirely.

What is this? What is this?! What's going ooonnnnn?!?!

Ignoring the wriggling and struggling Kyosuke, Smith reached into her back pocket for her cellphone.

"Girls," she said, calling a number she had on speed dial. "We could use your help here, pronto!"

Hardly Divine: Decadence

Interest hooooooo!

Monster Ops: Neutralization (Monster Musume no Iru Nichijou RP reboot)

Accepted. Welcome to the RP. IC should be going up soon.

Monster Ops: Neutralization (Monster Musume no Iru Nichijou RP reboot)

@Rune_AlchemistYeah you'd better do that, cuz all I see for your avatar is a Pokemon xP

Mine's k.spam and should say "KSPAM"

Monster Ops: Neutralization (Monster Musume no Iru Nichijou RP reboot)

I see two different Rune Alchemists. Are you the one from Morris? xP

Monster Ops: Neutralization (Monster Musume no Iru Nichijou RP reboot)

@Rune_AlchemistAlright, what's your skype name?

@Pyromania99What was your skype name again? I'm sure I still have you in my contacts list somewhere...

Monster Ops: Neutralization (Monster Musume no Iru Nichijou RP reboot)

Alright, accepted then.

@Pyromania99@Rune_Alchemist@Otaku95

Y'all have skype? I can make a skype group for us. I find they help keep RPs together.