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MON Safehouse


At first the disembodied voice struck Kyosuke's drug-addled mind as strange, but then he realized he was actually sleeping on someone's lap and looked up. The smiling face of Usami the Were-Rabbit was the one that greeted him as she gently ruffled his hair. Despite that however, his first reaction was still the same.

"Wha-whaaaa?!?" he yelled as he rolled off onto the floor, crawling backwards. "I'm so sorry! I'm so so sorry! I-I-I didn't mean to... y'know..."

That's when it occurred to him. He'd thought he was sleeping on a pillow because he was resting his head on her soft, warm fur. But if that was the case, then wouldn't she have had to...

Kyosuke's face turned bright red as he looked and saw that, yes, Usami wasn't wearing any pants. While she technically still had her fur, she was, for all intents and purposes, naked from the waist down. Where he had just been sleeping.

Bugs Bunny was one thing but this just was not okay!

A plate of food was set down in front of him. By a... furry chimp Roshi. Still confused, Kyosuke thanked him for the meal half-heartedly, his mind still trying to figure out what it was supposed to do in this situation. He noticed the Dragonewt from earlier walking into the room, but she seemed more preoccupied with the chimp Roshi Mao than him right now.

Kyosuke considered her. She was scary, but... she had saved his life. He didn't know these other two yet, but maybe they were trustworthy too? He wasn't sure. Kyosuke felt indebted to them for protecting him and saving his life (obviously), but the fact of the matter was that he was still very, very scared.

Get it together, Kyosuke! he said, slapping his cheeks. What's being rude gonna help? They saved your life. It shouldn't matter that they're... y'know... extraspecies...

Perspective gained, Kyosuke felt like maybe he didn't have to feel so afraid anymore. Then a giant mosquito walked up to him, called him a bloodbag, threatened to eat him and then started cracking jokes about how she tranqed him in front of a dangerous killer. A surge of that same fear bubbled up inside him again, but this time, there was anger mixed in with it too.

"That was you?" he said accusatorily. "I could've died, y'know! He might've killed me 'cause I couldn't run away! Aren't you supposed to be protecting me?!"

He stood up. "And another thing! I'm not some... some stupid 'bloodbag' or whatever! I'm human! My name is Kyosuke! Kyosuke Keita!"

When he realized what he said, the strength seemed to leave him in an instant and he mumbled, "It's uhhh.. nice to... meet you..."

You're dead, stupid. You're sooooooo dead.
@Turboshitter Well they're all Korean, soon...

Anyways, the idea is just to have random OoC chat when they start appearing.


Still not grokking you here, mate. We have Korean spambots? I haven't seen them.

EDIT: Also it's a few hours later, not the next day (like mid to late afternoon maybe). Even if you're just asleep and not fully unconscious, being out for that long isn't good for you, mmmkay? xD


Outside the MON Safehouse


Kyosuke couldn't move. Couldn't think. Couldn't even blink. Because he knew this was how he was going to die. With this terrifying extraspecies criminal staring him in the face, trapping him in place with the gaze from his cold, slit eyes. Like a medusa.

Some part of Kyosuke's brain far separated from all this nonsense and violence rationed, very counterintuitively I might add, that such an anology didn't work anymore. Medusas were a scientifically documented extraspecies now, and the myths of their petrifying gaze were largely unsubstantiated by facts.

Gee thanks, brain. Let's tell him that right before he rips my throat out and uses my ribs to pick his teeth, Kyosuke thought. Or maybe he uses poison or a septic bite to subdue his prey. Does he even have teeth? What kind of lizard even is he?

These questions and many other pointless ones raced through Kyosuke's head as his body gradually became cold and numb to the world, his mind retreating ever farther into itself in the face of danger. But the question that he kept thinking the most (besides "oh dear god why") was this:

How pathetic am I?

Kyosuke didn't have high expectations of himself. He didn't fancy himself some sort of badass who went all "crouching tiger hidden dragon" on people who pissed himself. He was just a weak victim. A prey animal. He knew that. That was his place on the food chain. He didn't expect himself to fight.

But dammit, even prey animals had the common sense and wherewithal to run! What was he doing here, locked up like a deer in the headlights? Was he so pathetic he wouldn't even fight for his own life? Was this all that he was good for? Standing there and taking other people's abuse?

Of course it was. He'd never stood up from himself. Not to run, not to fight, not to do anything. Not against this guy, not against Boss Kairou...

Not against nii-san... he thought.

Swallowing a hard lump, Kyosuke made a tough decision. The chances it'd save his life were slim. The chances the struggle would only prolong his death and make it more drawn out and way more painful were, to be frank, disconcertingly high. But he had to do something. If he was going to die, if such an outcome was an inevitability, he wanted to go to the void, the afterlife, nirvana or wherever dead people ended up, he wanted to do it saying he tried.

Willing his muscles to move, Kyosuke summoned up all his strength and... found he literally could not move. Huh. So it wasn't just fear.

Vaguely aware of the bright pink dart sticking out of his shoulder and the fact that it was shot by one of their own people as he blacked out and toppled to the ground, Kyosuke wondered what they'd write about him. "Boy left for dead by moron caretakers", perhaps?

With that, he lost consciousness.





Saul bared his fangs... and was immediately kicked into a washing machine by a divekicking rabbit jujitsu master and pummeled with his own tail. How humiliating. As if today could get any worse.

Then the dragonewt showed up.

Oh good, it got worse, Saul thought sarcastically inbetween intermittent thoughts of "ow... ow... ow". Guess I can look forward to being lectured about how inferior my wingless species is before they haul me off to jail and Boss Kairou... omelettes me. I wonder what I'll taste like, pork or chicken?

Then the dragonewt pointed a gun at his head and offered up some cheesy one-liner about how many bullets she fired. At first Saul was confused, but then he got the joke and he just groaned instead.

"Great, whatever. Let's call it 19 so you can put me out of my misery. I'm warning you though, I've got a pretty thick skull."

Smith walked up to the broken door of the faux laundromat, holding her own gun and checking to make sure everything was clear.

"Alright, awesome job girls!" she said, giving them the thumbs up. "Usami-chan, good work on the save. Ryūko-chan, feisty as always I see. Misa-chan? You miiiiight wanna work on your aim. Y'know, so you don't hit our own guys next time. And where the hell is that monkey, Mao? That damn chimp Roshi..."

Smith sighed.

"Well, whatever. So this is our guy, huh?"

She immediately pointed her gun at him in direct violation of the Interspecies Exchange Bill, but before she could spark an international incident, she put down her gun and said, "Tch. That's right, Doppel-chan isn't here right now. Ryūko, mind giving this guy the traditional MON 'hello'?"

She was of course referring to a round of rubber bullets to the privates. After the dirty deed was done, Smith crouched so she could better look Saul in the eye.

"Okay, talk. Who sent you? Was it Boss Kairou, or just one of his flunkies? Keep in mind that you're already under arrest for aggravated assault with a deadly weapon, destruction of private property, attempted murder, disrupting the peace and..."

Smith picked up the half-broken submachine gun with Saul's blood all over it.

"... illegal firearm and ammunition ownership as well as illegally discharging said weapon in a public space."

Still though, I'm surprised they managed to acquire enough submachine guns to even equip a small hit squad like this. The Interspecies Exchange Bill has been wreaking havoc with imports, and organizations like Hyakki Yagyō are only making it worse...

Smith stood up, adjusting her sunglasses.

"Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law, but conversely anything you say that can help us will only help you. So spill it. What do you know about Boss Kairou?"

Saul laughed, wheezing.

"Oh give me a break. You think you can scare me with that cop talk? I am already so, so dead. Once Boss Kairou finds out I failed, I'm not gonna have a pot to piss in, so whatever threats you're selling to me, I ain't buyin'."

"I see," Smith said, the light shining off her glasses. "Ryūko-chan, I don't think he heard our 'hello' the first time. Mind saying it again?"

Saul visibly winced. "I-I-I said I'm not gonna be intimidated by you! B-Bitch!"

Smith sighed. "Alright, alright. We get it. Well, I suppose since I'm not officially allowed to torture you-"

"How cruel!"

"-we'll just have to resume this conversation another time, once you've gotten used to your new cell. Take 'em away, boys."

Some faceless lower-ranking MON officers materialized almost as soon as Smith said the word, dragging Saul and his compatriots away to be placed in secure, padded prison cells separated from each other with a foot of solid reinforced concrete. She turned to face Kyosuke's unconscious body, slumped up against a washing machine

"Now then. What do we do with poor little Kyo-chan..."







MON Safehouse


Kyosuke awake in bed groggily, a thin dribble of drool running down the side of his mouth and onto his pillow, which was soft and fluffy and smelled oddly like fur. Rubbing his eyes, he looked around in a daze, surveying the strange scenery. For some reason he smelled bacon and eggs.

"Hello?" he asked, unsure. "Anyone here? Smith-san?"
The... K-Bots? >.>





Bonny grunted at the silver-haired girl.

"Me Aura's fine. Kinda got a little weak there for a second though..."

She wondered why but didn't let it bother her for long. Instead, the pirate queen hoisted her cannon with one arm and pressed it to the walls of the Grimm's stomach.

"Right. Now Imma shoot me cannon at the stomach here and..."

Bonny stopped as she got an idea, eyeing the box of red Dust. A wicked grin splayed across her features. She pulled her cannon away from the wall, and rotated it so it faced down.

"On second thought, new plan. I wanna make this bastard regret swallowin' us. On me mark, yer gonna throw all that Dust behind us, and then Imma shoot me cannon down at it. With any luck the whole lot of it blows up at once right inside his ass and we rocket out the other end. Savvy?"

Bonny smiled.

"'Course we're gonna need to punch out his teeth first. Think yer up fer it, Long Jane Silver?"
Time for a hostage situation! Also @MonsieurShade, give us your skype name so we can add you to the group chat.


Outside the MON Safehouse


Kyosuke felt himself being forced out of the car, landing on his butt on the side of the street. He clenched his teeth, screwed his eyes shut and covered his ears.

This can't be happening this can't be happening this can't be happening this can't be happening this can't be happening...

He felt a slight gust of wind, and when he opened his eyes his field of view was being obstructed by two very large wings attached to a very large, very scary scaly girl. A dragonewt. And she was carrying even more guns with her. Kyosuke's throat dried up as tears began to well up in the corner of his eyes.

This can't be happening! I'm just an ordinary college student! This can't be happening!

But before he could even squeak out an "I'm so sorry please don't kill me", she said:


"Kyo-san, I've got you covered," she said over the staccato of gunfire. "Getcher ass inside before my tail decides to help you through the door."


Kyosuke's eyes widened with joy as his heart rose. She was here to help! She wasn't trying to kill him! Then he felt his heart plummet again as he realized what that meant. She was a part of MON. MON was literally a group of monster girls.

He was so, so fucked.

Kyosuke did as he was told and scrambled inside, slamming the door behind him and locking it. Like that'd make a bit of difference. They'd just kick it down if they got any closer. All he was safe from in here were the bullets (which admittedly weren't bad things to be safe from).

Against his own better judgment, he pulled aside the window curtains and snuck a peak at the spectacle outside.




Saul backed off, his nose and his gun both broken but not much else. He knew it! He fucking knew this would happen! What did he say?!

He felt his heart sank as he realized the boss probably knew too. In other words, Boss Kairou didn't give a shit about them. Yeah, it may seem obvious from the outside lookimg in, but give Saul some credit. How many of you like to pretend your boss needs you just as much as you need them?

Saul wiped away his tears (and the blood from his broken nose). He didn't have a choice. They wouldn't get him. He wouldn't be taken in alive like Perkins. There was only one thing left for him to do now. Saul patted his back pocket, reaching for his secret weapon.

Before a single "put your hands where I can see them" could be said, Saul ripped off his own tail and threw it in Usami's face, loudly shouting, "SECRET TECHNIQUE! THROWING-MY-TAIL-AND-RUNNING ATTACK!!!" as he vaulted over the car and bolted for the door.

I gotta get the kid! Saul thought to himself. He wouldn't make it fifty meters running away from the building. Not with that mosquito training her crosshairs on him. Escape was impossible. But if he got the kid... maybe he could use him as a hostage and run away!

Nimbly dodging every attempt to grab him with the speed of... well, with the speed of a man who'd just lost his tail, Saul tackled the door and crashed into the laundromat that served as the first floor of the secret MON safehouse. His eyes immediately shot to Kyosuke, who was paralyzed with fear.

"Gotcha, kid..." he said, his forked tongue flickering out of his mouth.
Nah, 's cool. I've been busy myself so if anyone is wondering my posting seems a bit infrequent it's because work is a bitch xD


Outside the MON Safehouse


The men inside the vehicle screamed like little girls as the roof caved in above them and they scrambled out the windows, crawling away on all fours like geckos. Saul looked up at the roof of the car, grimacing.

"Fuck me..."

He turned to the rest of the men.

"They're with MON! Take 'em out!" he said before leveling his gun at Usami. "You just made a big mistake, Bugs."

Meanwhile, in the car (and on top of Kyosuke), Smith managed to find the door handle during a lull in the gunfire and opened it, pushing Kyosuke out on the curb where he'd be safe hidden behind the cover of the car. For a little while anyway.

"Ryuko-chan," she said, her fake cutesy voice straining as she reached for the gun hidden in the glove compartment. "Could you be a dear and grab poor little Kyosuke for me?"
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