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JoJo's Bizarre Adventure - Operation: Ground the Harpy

Chloe Bridgette Cakebread-Yonaka

Chloe frowned, and she and her Stand turned around in unison to see the imposing Reaper loom over the crouched down group. Cocky and evil son of a bitch, wasn't he? She wasn't about to let him walk all over her allies. Him and his weird little toy soldiers. These arrogant bastards always got on her nerves with their posturing and talks of Aryan superiority. All they do is stomp on people beneath them in their self-made social structures. Fascism, Chloe knew, was a snake. A snake that devoured everything and everyone, and then ate itself, leaving nobody with anything. It was poisonous, cancerous, toxic. It was something that needed to be squashed.

So when this loudmouth announced it's presence and oozed arrogance, well, young Yonaka wasn't about to let him get away with it. She would bash him over the head with her fists and pummel his sickly brains out all over the floor.

"Yeah, sure, I'll have a pop." Chloe announced with a smirk, crouching and staring up at the nazi and his Stand defiantly. With that, her Stand moved into position between her and the enemy Stand. They made quite the complementary pair. The Reaper was all crimson shadow, and Ritz was a glimmering doll of porcelain and gold.

Puttin' on the Ritz ground it's teeth together between it's red lips surged forth, unleashing a wild barrage of powerful fists. "CODADAAA!" Ritz shouted harshly, a personal moniker that had little meaning to anyone other than the british musician. Ritz' shout sounded like someone was blasting a furious record player at full volume.

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@Nallore Well, if I hadn't lost interest before I certainly have now. Good luck to you.

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure - Operation: Ground the Harpy

Chloe Bridgette Cakebread-Yonaka

Chloe had been corrected by Lillaine twice in a matter of seconds. Feet off the table, and this is Orleans. She smiled and cheekily wobbled her head side to side as she placed her boots on the floor. Clapping as the performers finished, she was the last member of the group to realise something was wrong as the performer began to talk real...well, Nazi-like.

Yonaka's eyes widened and she stuffed the rest of her bread into her mouth as suddenly bullets were wizzing everywhere. Immediately her heart rate kicked into overdrive. For a moment she chewed, keeping her head down as Taras and Lilliane spoke calmly of their situation. Swallowing her interrupted breakfast, that nervous smile creeped onto her face again.

"Bloody hell! Say la vee!? Ritz!" A light yellow aura surrounded her body and the porcelain and wood automaton materialized at her back. It immediately took a defensive position and aimed to bat away and protect the group behind the table from any stray bullets. Hot lead would be stopped and collide with an invisible force in mid air to non Stand users. In the chaos of the gunfire it would be hard to notice.

She couldn't believe it! Betrayed by musicians! Her own kind! And to think she had liked their music! Well, in retrospect, that piano had fascist undertones, or something. Either way it didn't sound very good in her memory now that she knew the truth. Lilly seemed to be cooking up a scheme, and Chloe was happy to oblige. Maybe those needles were a weapon, or something. She could only imagine that Lilliane was a Stand user, too.

From what she had seen thus far, her Stand was the bruiser of the bunch. The others were lethal scalpels and razors, but Ritz was a big fuck-off hammer. So if any thing could chuck that ball o' needles out the pub, it'd be Chloe's sexy doll soul.

Ritz loomed over Lilliane, looking apprehensive but determined, and plucked the ball of needles with it's oversized but delicate fingers. When the moment was right, and the bullets seemed to slow as the krauts prepared their next volley, the Stand, much like the baseball players she had seen on the telly, raised it's front knee up, closed it's hands into it's chest, and fastballed the needleball out the front door with tremendous force and speed that would make even the best baseball player blush.

The North Road

Galia Guardstrike

Galia could hardly sleep. She had stayed silent, happy to let some of the others take charge for now. For the first time in a long time, she was nervous. Those woods, perhaps, were getting to her. They beckoned to her. Whatever happened in there, it was her destiny. After a bit of silent introspection, the brunette realised the cause of her newfound discomfort. When she was on her own as merc, she didn't care whether she lived or died. She could fight without fear and damn the consequences. Death by sword was all she deserved. When she found Elly, she would happily throw herself on a blade to save her lover's life. Death had never, in her life, mattered. But now, it did.

Because for the first time, she had found a cause worth dying for, but one she couldn't. Death equaled failure. The only way to truly be victorious was to slay the beast, find the cure, and return home. Fail any one of those objectives and it would be a miserable disaster. Either way, Galia and Eleanor die. Without Galia, Elly has no hope of survival. Without Eleanor, Galia has no hope of a future. At least, that's what it felt like. Eleanor would probably say something different, but the last thing she needed was for Elly's last words to be about how Galia is strong enough to find love and be happy. The very thought brought a scowl to her features and she glared even harder at the forest. Were someone to spark a match at that moment, the entire wood would burn to the ground.

Now there was this girl, a teenager, who was the black sheep of the group of black sheep. Eleanor had cursed Galia long ago with an instinct of protecting human life, and perhaps she reminded Galia of herself, when she was younger. Angry, stupid, and hungry for more.

Now, what? It would be strategically beneficial to bond with this group of strangers. Already she had learned some of their names, but if they were going to be fighting together it would only make sense for them to be acquainted.

Galia could hardly sleep, but she was good at it. Very good. If she closed her eyes, she could fall asleep upside down with an orchestra playing two feet away, and wake up with the sunrise. It was a skill she had picked up long ago, and one that could hardly be explained to people who hadn't lived the soldiers life for an extended period of time. So if she wanted too, she could stop staring up at the stars and go to sleep. It would be wise. The others wanted to camp, so she would, too. It would be foolish to charge in on the first night and hope for the best, even though that was her plan when she first arrived. Thankfully she wasn't as impulsive as she used to be. And once again...failure of any kind, was not an option.

So she did just that. Galia, with her armor laying beside her, quickly found a light, restful sleep that could be broken at a moment's notice should the need arrive.

The North Road

alright im back. no more school and no job. time for posting.

The North Road

Agh, sorry everyone. Finals week has started. I'll try to get a post out in the meantime, but things have sped up around here as my college comes to a close.

The good news is, that after one week from now I'll be able to post more often. Like, a lot more often. Too much free time. Nothin' to freakin' do all day, no job, no school, no goin' outside. but i'll be able to RP more, lol.

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@Nallore I see, thanks for the extension. I'll be sure to do that next time.

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i'm sorry, i'm currently in the throes of finals week online. I don't think i can get a post up this time around

The North Road

move on without me, please. i can't get a post up. i have online classes starting like- right now, lol. then i have homework. so i dont know when i can get a post up

The North Road

sorry for the delay, don't wait up for me if you are. i'll try to have a post up tonight or tomorrow. im on ghost mode because i have this website open in another tab but i dont want to give everyone the impression i'm "online online" cause im doing all this hooomework.