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9 days ago
Current this more of a reminder to myself. but im not gonna be joining any more roleplays. i need to wait until im only in a couple.
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20 days ago
my tv makes whirring and clicking noises all day but ngl they down a pretty fire beat
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24 days ago
sorry progressive movement, i'm a neo liberal now 😎
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28 days ago
Oh my God Gyro Zeppeli is beautiful...what the HECK. I'm not supposed to be attracted to cartoons. Anyway gonna be updating many roleplays tonight
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Bio

Call me: Zoey, Boey, or Zoey Boey
Pronouns: She/her
Homestate: Texas
Time Zone: Central Time
School/Work: Online college
Means of Production: Seized
Liberals: Owned
Sunglasses: On
Products: Consumed
Justice: Shining
Sex: Repulsive
Ace?: Pilot
Part 6: Never
Bread: Garlic
Water: Wet
Homework: Late
Giant rat: Making all of the rules
Spider: Manned
Grill: propane
Role: played

I'm Zoey Boey, previously known as Zoey White. I'm 20 years old, and I live in Texas, near Fort Worth. I've been RPing for a majority of my life but I've only discovered this website recently. It's my favorite site for sure and I plan to stick around for a while. I tend to post pretty frequently. I like to think I'm friendly and reasonable enough, but I guess everyone thinks that. I think I'm agreeable and I don't let my ego get caught up with stuff, but you know, that's what everyone thinks. I can get frustrated at stuff in real life and sometimes I feel like breaking something expensive but I usually just sit there and fume and try to get back to it and then fume some more until I give up, and that's basically why all my college grades are so garbage. But...I'm pretty chill most of the time. Because I think roleplaying is fun.

For roleplaying, I like sci-fi, fantasy, superheroes. Modern day stuff- really anything. If the concept speaks to me I usually try to join up. I try not to get ghost any of the RP's I'm in or quit due to lack of inspiration. Usually I don't do anime, with the exception of Jojo's Bizarre Adventure which I enjoy greatly. I think I have a pretty good mastery over the english language, but when i'm ooc i tend to give all that up and type more like this.

i guess i figured since this was going to be my new bio i might as well try a little harder? but y'know, why, this is how i usually type anyway.

anyway i used to keep track of all of my rp's here but that was a pain in the ass. u dont need to know what rp's im in, only i need to know that. i also play a lot of video games, it's my main hobby. been doing that since i was like, 3 years old, literally, which is kind of nuts to think about. been playing games since before i could remember how to spell my own last name

you can call me zoey, or you can call me boey, or you can call me zoey boey. or come up with some cool hip new nickname off the top of your head to be extra hip and cool. anyway i guess thats it. i was tired of having nothing here so i'm going to keep this here for a while. it's a bio, right? might as well use it.



since i'm a self-indulgent ego maniac i'm going to write some more stuff about myself. me me me me

most played video game- For Honor

i've sucked upwards of 500 hours in this game. i know to some real Gamers out there that doesn't sound like much but it's a lot for me. i also tend to play a greater variety of games, for example i have no unplayed games in my steam library so don't @ me with any of that shit. (edit: except XCOM 2 but it was on sale and i haven't beaten the first one yet) anyway this game is a broken, unbalanced mess, but cut 'em some slack it's the first time a game like this has been attempted. it's really fun, and the aesthetic and universe is perfect for me. plus it's SJW so very few loser nerd white boys infest it, like Mordhau for example, another great game. the fanbase of For Honor is actually really solid and i enjoy spending time in it's community a great deal. even though half the people who play this game don't know anything about it and all they do is complain and when you tell them to get good all they do is complain some more. and then when you tell them actual facts about the game they just say you are wrong or that's stupid. but most of the time it's just memers and gaymers and we're all having a good time. i love it. i hope they make a second one some day

favorite movie- Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse

this is the best movie ever made. i've been a fan of Spider-Man ever since i wore my first pajamas which had the webhead on it. (edit: you can thank my mom for that. dont get me wrong i love some disney princesses but both of my parents turned me onto this superhero from the moment i was born, i don't even think they realised how much he would mean to me) he's the best superhero. he has the coolest powers, the coolest personality, and the coolest costumes. spider-man 2 on the ps1 was one of the first games i ever played. he's an inspiration to us all. i love him and any alternate versions of him, Spider-Gwen being a personal favorite ever since Spider-Verse came out though I had played as her before in some spidey games with alternate costumes. anyway, i've seen all the Spider-Man movies and this movie is a perfect meta-textual examination of the franchise as whole. as a character, as a story, and as merchandise. the heart and soul of spider-man. not to mention it's just fucking fantastic movie even if you aren't a mega-stan of spidey like i am. go see it.

i hope they dont fuck up the sequel, but to be honest the first one will always still be there. so even if the second one is bad we'll always have the first one.

favorite book- Crazy: A Father's Search through America's Mental Health Madness

this is a really important book. i was tempted to put some of my favorite fantasy or sci-fi or romance novels on here but Crazy is actually important. it's also one of the only books i've ever gone back and reread multiple times. it's a deeply tragic tale that not only strikes all of it's emotional beats but is also based 100% in fact. it's informative and an absolutely enthralling read. it really allowed me to see the cracks in the system that had previously been blind to my previously 14 year old self.

favorite tv show- Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

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Pandora emerged briefly, smiling at the lack of function of the heavy machine guns. "Hah! Go fuck yourselves!" She shouted crudely. They could probably hear her, but by the time they turned around she would have vanished beneath the surface. No matter. If they wanted to fight now, they would have to do it with much smaller guns, and without a range advantage. It would be wise of them to stay safely inside their little towers.

However, what they were firing at, Pandora did not expect. She heard a rumbling, and poked her head out to get a close look. Immediately, she face palmed, and dragged her hand down her face. They crashed the boat. "They crashed the boat! I leave for ten seconds, and they crash the bloody boat! Christ!" She cursed.

Fortunately, it didn't seem that bad. Everyone got off and was now inside the ruined lobby. Right over a plane. Pandora noticed a bloody young woman propped up against a plane. Hmm. The pretty one. Jamie, wasn't it? Some of the names had slipped her mind since their brief introduction about a week ago. She was holding her abdomen and seemed quite tired. Gutshot, perhaps?

The others were crowding around a fallen young lad. Well, she was closer. That was all it took to influence Pandora's decision. When it came to applying life-saving aid in battles, she had learned not to get too attatched to her decisions. Just pick one and go, it doesn't really matter.

Pandora swam over. Hopefully Jamie didn't confused her for an hallucination.

"Oi oi," Pandora greeted casually, giving Jamie a once over.

"Name's Pandora, think we've met. I've got healing powers, but they aren't pleasant. It's probably gonna hurt, unless you want me to stick my finger in your noggin and put you to sleep for an hour." Pandora squinted at Jamie's belly. "What is that? Doesn't look like a bullet wound." She commented.

Then she scoffed, reached out and plucked at one of the strings on Quake's vest. "Lotta good that costume didja. Is that even protective?" She was mostly murmering to herself, absentmindedly. As if remembering Jamie was there, she made eye contact.

"Answer my questions if you think it'll help you stay awake. But the main one is do you want my help or not? Like I said, it's gonna be gross and unpleasant." The redhead, up to her waist in concrete, waited patiently for a response.
Kasugano Sakura

Level 3: 08/30
Location: Limsa Lominscuttle Town --> The Atomos with @MULTI_MEDIA_MAN and @DracoLunaris and whoever else got on.
Word Count: 540
Points Gained: 1
New EXP Balance--- Level 3: 09/30


Sakura had already brightened up before Princess Peach could even finish her speech. The shoulder clap alone was exactly the kind of communication she was most in tune with. She looked at Peach and her nervous smile became an eager one. She clenched her fists and bent her elbows. Nodding her head eagerly, she beamed. "Okay! Okay, yeah! Let's do it!" Perhaps she was just impressionable, but Princess Peach did an excellent job reinvigorating the youth's spirit. Some if it flew over her head, such as Peach absorbing someone else's spirit, but the gist was there. Princess Peach had confirmed for Sakura that she really was meant to be there. That they were heroes. Adventurers who had fought many battles! And now Sakura was among them.

Once they broke apart, Sakura began jogging in place. Unashamedly enthused. She wanted to stay with Peach and spend some money. But right now, she wanted to go where the fight was even more. Sakura punched the air multiple times. Most of the information said afterard was taken in. Most of it.

"We're just gettin' started!" She announced. Sakura took a firm stance and rocketed her fists forward. Her arms shook with the residual power from the strikes. If someone was standing there, they would have gotten pummeled big time. Sakura imagined it a Galeem'd up version of M. Bison.

"Let's take that big square box for a spin! I helped buy it!" Sakura declared. "Bye Princess! Bye everyone! See you later!" With a cartwheel she sprinted off after Jr and Kamek. She had flown in airplanes a few times. Usually on the way back home on some of her journeys. But never something as crazy as this airship. The girl also believed that Junior could fly it effectively 100%, doubt not even crossing her mind.

Buckled in, Sakura bounced up and down excitedely. When Junior took off, she giggled, excited. Frightened in a good way. Like a really good horror movie. "Woaahohohooo! Sugoi!" She bounced up and down as Junior found his air feet. Once everything was settle, she unbuckled her seat belt and stood, moving up to the cockpit with Junior. She leaned over his shoulder and stared out the window.

"H-" Sakura made a confused noise. She hesitated, as if she had just realised something. "H-hey! Mister Geralt!" She turned around and looked at the Witcher. "Wh-what did you just say? That is a horrible word!" Sakur turned around completely. She was rigid as an arrow.

"That word! That 'w'-word!" Sakura elaborated.

He said it so casually, and it was combined with another word. So it took a moment to register. Still, that word..."whore"! Offensive! Vulgar! She wanted to stick soap in her own mouth after just thinking it.

"A guy called my friend Kei a name like that and...ooogh! I punched his lights out!" She recreated the fearsome uppercut in mime. When she was finished, she glared at him pointedly. "I don't know where you come from, but slurs like that won't fly around me, Mister Geralt!" Sakura literally set her foot down. Whatever matters that might be more pressing had slipped from her mind entirely.

On second thought, I think I am in too many roleplays. Or rather, I would be, if I joined this one. So I will have to withdraw my interest. Sorry about that, @Jumbus.

Outside of Winton


Dareen followed behind, sharing somewhat in the Sceltie's energy. For the first time in a long, longe time, Dareen felt useful. An unseen had lifted off her shoulders. Her brown eyes were undampened by sardonic bitterness. It was just her, trying to find her friend. The thought hit her unexpectedly. She wondered if Fatima considered Dareen her friend as well. Ultimately, it didn't matter. Such things could be left for later.

Mikhail was all business it seemed. He had appeared from nowhere, like he tended to do. Apparently, the only reason they should find Fatima is to further their goals. Hmm. Was that really all? Or was he just being extremely practical? It seemed cold, but, that was kind of his whole deal.

Meanwhile, Jandar was the opposite of that. He seemed like a boiling cauldron of water that was struggling to keep it's lid on. He also assumed the worst. The mercenary wasn't so sure the situation was entirely dire. It didn't feel life or death. Maybe it was just her tainted intiution.

Dareen continued jogging along. Soon, they reached the cliff's edge. Finally, Dareen turned her analysis inwards. She was probably the only one in the group who's mood had actually improved at this dilemna. It was strange. She would feel guilty if Fatima really was hurt.

She chuckled lightly at Dunny's low stakes issue. Jandar asked a question, and the answer, to Dareen, seemed entirely self evident.

"C'mere, Dunny." Once more the dog would be picked up. With a bit of telekinesis, Dareen lifted Dunny and hoisted it over her shoulder. She allowed him to get into whatever position he found the most comfortable.

"Only one way to find out what's down there." Dareen commented aloud. With that she began to make her way down the hill, using her telekinises to adjust her balance as need be. Her pace was casually brisk, not entirely worried about falling.
H A R L E Y ☺ Q U I N N


...BUT FOIST.

Harley needed to talk to her two sweet little angels.

(This is so weird. It's like, goin' around telling people you know that someone they know died. Oh, hey, sorry, old Uncle Lou bit the big one. Only instead of Uncle Lou, it's the old me. In a way. Oh, hey, sorry, I'm movin' my life in a different direction. And it affects you in a very direct way. Y'know, cause I centered my whole fuckin' life around murder and mayhem and now I don't wanna do that no more? Hopefully I didn't screw ya up? I really got no idea how Dee Dee is gonna take this...Come on, Harleen. Getcha head in da-game! Ya got this!)

Harley Quinn peeled out of the kickback in her conspicious vehicle she used for when she was going undercover. A little dark red car. On it's bumper was one of those "Coexist" stickers, you know the one. Camouflage. No one would suspect a thing!

Gotham was a great place to live. It just had a good vibe about it. Except for all the shitty parts, which she hated so, so much. If she hadn't built all of her connections and her entire life in this God-forsaken shithole of a city she would have left it long ago. Not like many other cities would be better, though. Atleast Gotham is corrupt enough that she can get away with way more stuff. Also, no Superman or Spider-Man, or Changeling or Thor floating around. Batman was pretty tough, don't get her wrong, but at the end of the day he's just a kung-fu boy with a lot of toys.

It really was the asshole of the world. Crumbling streets, bending buildings, smog and clouds. No one outside of Gotham gives a fuck about Gotham. People IN Gotham barely give a fuck about Gotham. It has the highest crime rates in the god damn country. Highest poverty, lowest in education. The politicians are as incompetent as they are stupid. And the mental health care system "By GOD Arkham Asylum!" The narration spilled out into reality. Harley began rambling aloud as she moved her shoulders in tune with the pop music on the radio.

"Four years I put up with that drek! I was loyal! I cared! What did I get for it!? BUPKIS! Nothin' but late nights and lonely Hanukkahs! That's a fuckin' rotatin' door! I would know! I been on both sides of it! OUTTA THE WAY, ASSHOLE, I'M DRIVIN' HERE!" Harley slammed the horn.

"Fuck you, bitch!" The asshole in question shouted, sticking his middle finger out the window.

"I'll rip yer legs off!" Harley shouted back, punching the wheeel as she sped around the other car. Briefly passing into oncoming traffic before swerving ahead. Then, it was over, and no one thought much of it. Exhaling, Harley loose strands of blonde hair out of her face.

"Oy vey."

---

The street lamps blasted finely defined cones through the thick, permanent fog of Gotham city. One could barely see the tops of the downtown skyscrapers. Only the divine light of the Batsignal could pierce such a gloomy veil.

Finally, she pulled up to the dejected skate park the Dee Dee twins called home. Harley didn't really know where they went off too. They seemed to exist in a little world of their own. Well, she also hadn't put much work into finding them. They could handle themselves. Easily.

Pulling into the grass-cracked parking lot, Harley shut off the car and stood. "Smell that stale Gotham air." She inhaled, stretching. "Mmmmh... carcinogens!" Harley exclaimed. With a skip in her step she went into the skatepark. It was surrounded by a decaying chain link fence, propped up by cardboard in some places. The buildings around it, that formed three out of the fourth walls surrounding the park, squeezed the park. The far wall had large hole busted in the brick, and a shabby man milled about in the hallway within.

The smooth, lonely sound of a saxophone filled the space. A figure, shrouded in darkness, had found their way to the top of a street lamp and played off-key, spontaneous cords. Perched like a gargoyle of coats and fur. Bitter grafitti was scrawled onto the walls. The skatepark itself was drenched in graffiti, all of it's many colors made black and orange by the Gotham atmosphere. It rose and fell like waves, rusted railings and withering wooden panneling, corroding concrete. Yet people still rid. Men and women rode the waves of the park, jumping and plummeting. They wore strange clothes of the deco days. There wasn't a single unmasked face among the lot. This ritual was a silent one. This place was just one of the many oddities in Gotham's forgotten corners. These people presumably led normal lives. Be it in soul-crushing offices or back breaking labor. Perhaps some were criminals, others with clean sheets. Some sober, others drunk. It didn't matter. Here they donned the cheap suits and caps of the 1920's. Placed the ugly visage of a crying clown upon their countenance...and skated their problems away.

All of them, though, had some loyalty to Dee Dee. Thus, all of them were a little loyal to Harley. Evidence by, as she pushed open the squeaking "gate" to the park, one person took notice. Dressed in a thick trenchcoat and wearing a simple but effective cheap mask, they boarded over to her. They rose from the lower area of the park and came to a stop, kicking up their board and holding it one hand.

"Hey there, slugger." Harley greeted, looking them up and down. "Ya seen Dee Dee?" She asked. Silently, they nodded. With a thumb they beckoned towards the far part of the park.

The clown clicked her tongue against her cheek, firing off her akimbo finger guns and winking. "Thanksamillion."

Harley jumped ten feet down into the canyon of the park, hit the floor, bent her knees, and bounced ten feet back to the top of another plateau. A skater appeared, the underside of their board intricately painted, and then scrolled back down into the skater park. Things were busy. But Harley spotted them.

The Dee Dee twins. Identical gingers. White shorts, red crop tops, white, poofy hats. Their cherubic faces painted starch white, two perfect red circles on their plump rosy cheeks. Finally, white roller skates. Animated raggedy ann dolls, pulled from the dustbowl and breathed full of malevolence. They circled around each other, singing a nursery rhyme. Their hands behind their backs, round and around they went. Every once in a while a skater passed by on the walls, zooming around them. The two were identical. Dee Dee was the collective name they went by. They were never apart. It went beyond the love one might have for their identical sibling. Her musings on the linked pair were interrupted. Dee Dee noticed her.

"Mama Harley!" Dee Dee exclaimed.

"Heya, girls!" Harley called back. They peeled off their circle and casually skated up to her. Big smiles all around. They approached, giving her a big hug. Harley kissed the top of one of their foreheads, and she knew both of them felt it.

"How've ya been? It's been a while!" She asked. Deidre responded.

"Wonderful, simply wonderful!" She pirouetted. Delia nodded. "Oh, yes, just fine, just fine! How have you been, Mama? The underworld shakes."

"It shivers!"

"The Prince and the Princess..."

"Gotham's favorite comedy duo..."

"Disrupted at last?" "How are you?" "Are you okay? "Shall we seek revenge?" "Have you been liberated?"
Deilia asked, Deidre continuing and finishing sentences for her. Their voices were high pitched. Eloquent but small. The shrill plins and plons of a brassy music box.

Harley smiled sadly. "Yup. Mistah J and I are no more. But don't worry about revenge. I'm movin' on. A wise man once said: Living well is the best revenge." Dee Deed nodded, in awe of their mother's wisdom.

"...Course, that was seconds before I shot him because I wanted revenge. So, y'know, that might be a biased source. But still! I'm tryin' it, for now. Plus, eh, not sure there's much I can really do. Mistah J, er, Joker, is pretty much untouchable to the likes of little old Harley."

"No, no, say not these things!" "You underestimate yourself." "We shall travel northward, and destroy him." "Destroy this town with guns and fire-" "Make it regret drawing Quinn's ire."

Harley chuckled, pointing knowingly at Delia. "Aaahaha, the rhyming. I was wondering what 'appened to that. You guys just come up with those on the spot, or...?"

"In the mirror, we do practice." "Novices, we might be AT this." Dee Dee shrugged.

"Wow!" Harley was genuinely impressed. "I bet you guys creep the hell outta people with that. It's great!"

"It's true, we're known to inspire fear." "However, what is the true reason you've come here?"

"All business, huh? That's my girls. Well...I'm just gonna say it. Girls, I'm gettin' into the hero business." Harley was getting used to breaking the news to people. The skate park fell silent as everyone there stopped. Even the distant saxaphone cut themself off with a final discordant note.

In the quiet, Harley felt a shrill tingle of anger travel up and down her spine. "WHATTA YOU BUMS LOOKIN' AT!? GO LICK SOME PAVEMENT, YA FUTURE SKIDMARKS!" She yelled over her shoulder. The saxaphone and the skating quickly continued. Exhaling, she glanced back down at Dee Dee. The two of them were looking up at her, smugly.

"We knew it." They said in tandem. Harley nodded, rubbing the back of her neck. "Yeah, you're not the first person to tell me that."

"I'm relieved, though. Gotta admit. Do you think I can still come over to visit, even if I ain't a villain no more?" She asked, a little meekly.

"Visit?" "Visit?" "No, no, not at all." Harley's face dropped. The twins began to circle around her. "We understand your answer to the hero's call." "Over Gotham, we'll all stand tall." "Visit not, but stay at the Ragdoll Hall." "Always here, to catch you when you fall." They said, proudly. Harley's face lit up. Excitedly, she span rapidly.

"You- you really mean it!? You'll help me be a hero!? Why!? I thought you loved mayhem! It's all I ever taught you! I---" She cut herself off. Then she lowered her voice. "I really thought I mighta screwed you guys up." She chuckled apologetically.

"Mama," "Mommy," "Mother Dearest," The two tugged lightly at her ponytails. Harley jokingly slapped their hands away. "You taught us that you care about us." "That was the most important lesson." "There are many people in this world," "But you saw us for who we were, before anyone else." "You raised as," "Taught us to be brave," "And to be loud. To be..." "Ourselves." "For that,"

"For that..."

"We'll follow you anywhere."
Deidre finished, her voice full of a rarely shown sincerity. Harley, at this point, was tearing up. She wiped her eyes and hid her face from the nearby skaters. "Oh my God...oh my God, I'm gonna cry. You really...you really mean that?" The two came to a stop infront of her.

"Of course, Mother Harley. We would never lie to you." "Unless it was funny." The two giggled, and Harley joined them.

"I...y'know, I..." Harley looked nervously at the nearby people. Lowering her voice so no one could hear. "I really...I really love you two." She admitted. Dee Dee smiled brightly.

"And we love you, as well." They responded. Dee Dee looked at her, and then scanned the environment. Their verdent eyes were full of life. "Though, perhaps one day, you may not be so afraid to admit it." They examined in unison. Harleen was taken aback. Before she could comment, they were onto the next subject.

"Heroes have many enemies on Gotham." "A new career will be difficult to blossam." Dee Dee observed.

"Who should we kill first?" Delia asked chirply.

"Well, hold your horses, girls. Mama Harley is gonna take care of some things, first. If you are really on board, I need you two to fix this place up. Round up some guys. Maybe see if you can convert any-a these layabouts into some real followers. I'm gonna have Coach wire you two some money for the project. After I get some. The Ragdoll Hall is gonna be my first place to gather. Thank you so much, sweethearts. I dunno what I'd do without ya." Harley explained, before hugging them again.

"Anything for you, Mama." "But surely, there is someone you want to kill first?"

"Yeah...Victor Zsasz." She whispered. "That guy fuckin' sucks, right?"

The twins nodded. "Preying on innocent young women..." "Were exactly his type." "Though no doubt, we'd destroy him in a fight." "We'd peel off his skin, if it took all night." "The gruesome murders of one Victor Zsasz." "And worst of all- he's boring- he lacks pizzazz." The two listed off their grivances of one of Gotham's most notorious serial killers.

Harley chuckled, nodding in agreement. "That's the spirit. Yeah, that guy blows. I think everyone'll sleep better if they see me murder him live on the internet." She concluded, her logic sound.

"Okay. Now, I'm off to plan my first big solo heist. You two keep doin' your own thing. I'm proud of you two, y'know! You've done great out of Mama's nest. You guys...really took flight. Couldn't be happier with how you turned out." She stood up straight and proud.

"By the way, is that new hair dye? It looks really bright. Very nice."

"Indeed, Mama Harley. It's a new shade of orange." "Soon you'll that...that we are...we...umm..." Deidre trailed off, staring intently at the ground. Delia joined her.

"Oh, uh, sorry 'bout that." She surpressed a giggle at Dee Dee's expense. Dee Dee blushed.

"Hey, don't worry about it! Comin' up with rhymes all the time is really hard. Okay, Dee Dee. I'll see ya around. Thank you so much!" She gathered them up into one last hug before. Then, she cartwheeled off the plateau. Zoomed up the ramp, hopped over the fence, and sped away in her care. Dee Dee smiled and waved weakly after her. Then, the two sat down.

"Perhaps, Dee Dee, we should re-dye our hair into something that isn't rhymeless."

"Maybe on the poems, we choose to mellow."

"But our shtick, our gimmick, surely it's timeless?"

"Or from now now, we just call our hair... red-yellow."


The girls nodded, wide-eyed at that. Then they began to play with each other's red-yellow hair, giggling. The strange sisters were satisfied for another evening. Deidre and Delia Dennis-Quinzel skated their problems away for another night. Meanwhile, their adopted mother, as always, plunged headfirst into trouble.
I literally just finished Part 7 a few days ago. Count me interested!!!
Kasugano Sakura

Level 3: 06/30
Location: Hawker's Alley
Word Count: 839
Points Gained: 2
New EXP Balance--- Level 3: 08/30


Sakura enjoyed Junior's company. He seemed like a good kid. Kind of reminded her of her little brother. Well, if her little brother wanted to be some kind of supervillain. Sakura wondered if he really had done anything very evil. He didn't look like any of the evil people she knew. Even his dad, Bowser, seemed kind of nice. Compared to someone like M. Bison, who, though she met him only briefly, just gave her evil vibes. Sakura wasn't superstitious like her friend Kei. But if Kei saw Bison, she would say he had a malevolent aura. If that was real...she could definitely feel it.

(No way M. Bison would ever have a kid. Let alone a kid who actually seemed to love him! M. Bison probably kicks puppies in his spare time. That jerk. I'm glad I got to punch that guy in the face a couple times...and then saw him get blown up. Even though he just came back, later. Man, that was a really crazy Winter break.)

The Kasugano girl looked at the big pile of gold. It was a lot of money. More than she had ever seen in one place. For a moment, she wondered if Princess Peach would miss a couple coins. Maybe Mom wouldn't have to worry about the rent so much? The thought passed, and she felt guilty. It was the apocalypse. Peach was willing to spend all this money on their adventures, and saving the world. Including her mom. Stealing from her would be an immoral betrayal. Besides, back home, her fighting career was picking up. Once she started making money, no one would have to worry about that stuff anymore.

Cadet reappeared, and mentioned he was strong, too. He didn't look like a Street Fighter. Then again, many people told her the same thing. Also, he came from a different universe entirely. A medieval one, going from his clothes. "Okay, you're on! Hopefully we get some downtime on the way there!" She agreed, a pep appearing in her step at the thought of a new challenge. She giggled at Junior. She wasn't sure about Cadet, but she was definitely strong than Junior over there. So that one would be easy.

Sakura lugged the gold cart around. The weight wasn't the problem. Much like Cadet experienced with his weapons, it was the actual transportation of the objects that was the problem. Getting the cart and Junior's car through all the portals was very troublesome. It was all clanky and janky. Wobbly and bobbly. Sakura awkwardly followed Junior along with her cart of gold, biting her lower lip.

Eventually though, they were there. The girl gave a few withering stares at people who got too close to her cart. Then she exhaled, rolling her wrist. "Yeah! Where I come from, we wouldn't even need paper money. Peach could just use her debit card." Sakura said. She glanced at her two companions and wondered if they knew what that was.

"It's like, eto, a card? Where, you swipe it, and then, the machine knows how much money you have in your bank account. It's all digital. The numbers on the computer?" The last part of her explanation turned into a question. How did all that work? She never really thought about it that much.

"All the money is just, little numbers on a screen, which they reach and draw out from a computer. I think. But basically it means all the money weighs nothing, it's just a little card you have in your pocket. I had one, but I lost it. Then I got another one but it was stolen. Then my mom didn't want me to get another one until I learned to be more responsible. So when I got my job I- oh, hey, we're here!" Her utterly unhelpful "explanation" came to an end as she picked up the pace.

Now, she was listening to Kamek's plan. It sounded pretty good to her!

"Yes! We'll beat up opponents until we get stronger and stronger! There's no such thing as a shortcut when it comes to getting more powerful. You gotta put the work in, day after day! And when you lose, you learn your lesson, and..." Her enthusiasm faltered. She put a finger to her chin and looked at the ground. "Though, if we lose a battle in our ship, we'll all just die. So losing isn't really an option. Anooo..." She trailed off.

"Well," She giggled nervously. "That's what being a hero is all about, right? The training wheels are off." She concluded with less enthusiasm. A half-hearted smile on her face.

(I hope I do okay in a real fight. The last couple of times, I was with Ryu. He's not around, probably because he let me beat the tar out of him so I could save him. Can I be as brave if I'm not trying to save him?) Sakura thought to herself.
Chloe Bridgette Cakebread-Yonaka


"Wha-" Chloe sat up straight, her mouth turning into an offended "O." She looked between Liliane and Till. Evidently she had not expected such a response. "Wha- well, hold on!" She adjusted in her chair. Then she pointed indignantly at Tupolev.

"That Russian speaks French! Thank you very much!" She exclaimed. Once again she adjusted in her seat.

"And- and, like I said, we're here to sort out this mess! Medical and conversation. Cons-conservation-" She laughed, flustered. Sharply inhaling she gathered herself. "Call it..." Her smile widened and she leaned forward, looking smug.

"Call it preventative medicine!" Yonaka seemed quite proud of herself for that one. "That's what we're here to do. Don't need to worry 'bout no doctor stuff when you just beat the shit outta the fuckers goin' around messin' with everythin'! We're Stand Users! We- we use Stands! It's in the name! Without us, alla you poor sods in this room would be over the barrel!" Her argument concluded she crossed her arms and sat back, seeming triumphant. She glanced back at the frenchwoman."So yeah. Speedwagon Foundation."
Brooke Everette was wasted on that Atlantis RP. Let's try this again! We're bringing back Victory, too!


Winton


Dareen prepared to get jumped on, but then blew air through her lips as the dog recoiled from Jandar's bad vibes. It seemed they had reached a dead end. No doubt it was much more difficult to follow a flying target when you're on the ground. Still, the Sceltie's message confirmed that they were following an 'in-air' trail. In other words, Fatima. For once in her life, she found herself hoping Jandar would let Dareen take the lead on this social interaction. Usually she left the talking to others, but, she was worried Jandar might frighten them. They were basically just two annoying kids. Even though Dareen had, unbeknownst to even herself, taken a small liking to the pair of underdogs.

"No no, it's fine. You were right- Fatima was kidnapped." Dareen explained, making a motion to everyone here not to panic. "Right now, we could use your help tracking her. There might be some bad guys. Do you think you can help us by following that trail as long as you can? If there's a fight, leave it to me and Jandar." As if discussing a contract, Dareen rattled off some terms and conditions. Quick, but calm. This was the type of pressure excelled under. Either way, the question was out there.

"We'd be thankful?" Dareen added with an optimistic shrug.

If they agreed, Dareen would nod, smirking warmly. "Alright. Let's get to it, boys." She would follow after the brave hound. She passed Jandar as they turned out of the dead end alley. As she did, she thudded him reassuringly on his shoulder with the palm of her hand.
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