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Okay. Will hopefully start working on a post to move us forward tonight.
Was waiting for everyone to post but if we're all ready to go...
Hmmm... I know it's that special time in America's history where women weren't exactly being treated the way they are today, so would I be better off avoiding playing someone like a female university student or is that still chill?
I'm game. Not too often you see Lovecraft RPs 'round these parts.
LIVE, DAMN YOU! LIIIIIIIIVE!!

Bonny Mako


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Bonny heard a ruckus and glanced back weakly to find Rood booking it like a chicken with its head cut off, squawking about a fathom or something. Then she saw the gigantic lurching grotesquerie that looked less like a proper Grimm and more like a paper mache kit collided violently with a morgue, a pet cemetery, and a chicken coop in that order, deduced that that was probably what Rood was referring to, and despite her lack of formal education, came to the stunningly astute conclusion of-

"That... doesn't look good."

She tried walking, but stumbled, falling into Rowan's shoulder. The fatigue and the Aura drain was still proving to be too much for her to recover from so quickly. Like this, she could hardly walk or pull a trigger, much less run. So she collapsed her cannon's rig, swung her arm around wildly, and somehow managed to slip it back on again like a backpack.

"Hey lass? You think ye can help carry me?" she said, nodding at Falthon. "I promise I'll use me cannon to give ye a bit of an extra boost soooooo... please don't leave me behind?"

Bonny knew how the famous horror movie trope went. The faunus always died first.
Hmmmm... there maaaaaaay be room for one more. Just one. Traditionally MON is a group of four but since we've already broken tradition by having a male member, I think I can be flexible here.

Talk to me in PMs and let's see if we can work something out.
Uh-oh guys, cuz of Misa now Kyosuke's



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Kyosuke ignored Ryƫko and Mao's jokes and stared at Misa as she flittered away, subconsciously shrinking back a few inches like a cornered animal. It was like he thought. He wasn't welcome here.

The venom with which she'd said the word "human" filled his heart with dread, and a rising anxiety began to take hold. It was true that he'd had similar thoughts himself, unknowingly placing himself and MON in different categories. "Human" and "extraspecies". "Man"... and "monster". He would admit that. He wasn't so conceited as to think that deep down he wasn't the least bit prejudiced.

But wasn't that just simple logic? In fact, it was biology! Extraspecies shared many traits in common with humans. In fact they were more closely related to humans genetically than apes, despite their bizarre morphology. It could easily be said that the difference between humans and extraspecies was like the difference between humans and Homo erectus. But a 1% difference meant a world of change in genomic chemistry. Humans and extraspecies were different species. Related, yes, but...

But they're still not human, the fearful voice in the back of his head said. And they think it too. They're only just pretending they don't. That to them you're nothing more than a filthy human.

No, you're wrong! They... they're good people!

Are they? You heard it from them directly. They all joined MON after getting picked up for breaking the law.

He screwed his eyes shut as he mentally debated with himself, all the while retreating further and further inward as his outer self tried its best to look non-threatening and disappear entirely. He wanted to leave. He wanted to run away from all this. But there was nowhere he could go.

The phone rang, breaking Kyosuke out of his trance. It immediately went to speaker.

"Ya ho! Smith here, everybody!" The coordinator's voice rang loud and clear. "We've finished packing our scaly friends into their new prison cells, so I want you girls to come on down to the detention center and help us question him and his cronies. I'll meet you there in an hour, okayyyy? Oh, and you better be treating Kyo-chan nicely! That goes for you too, Misa-chan! Alright, toodles!"

Kyosuke felt a cold shiver run up his spine. Smith wanted him to go back and talk to those guys? The ones who had tried to kill him just a few hours ago?
@Pyromania99Yeah, neither do I to be honest.

Well, it's late over here, so @Otaku95 can have until I wake up tomorrow morning to post. If not, I'll start writing a post then.
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