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8 mos ago
Current im 24 now
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9 mos ago
Back home. I need a breather, lol.
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9 mos ago
one more five horu drive to home...then ill stop spamming the status bar. promise. go back to only updating it once every few months
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9 mos ago
back in my home state. actually a real nice hotel compared to the last one that had cockroaches in the bathroom. so thats cool and good. ready to get home tomorrow. blehhhhjgkjgkjhatk
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9 mos ago
on the road
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Bio

Call me: Zoey, Boey, or Zoey Boey
Pronouns: She/her
Homestate: Texas
Time Zone: Central Time
School/Work: In person college
Age: 22
Birthdate: the bizarre summer of 1999 (literally)
Available: Usually. but especially on friday-sunday. most of the time.
Available available?: No
Means of Production: Seized
Liberals: Owned
Sunglasses: On
Products: Consumed
Justice: Shining
Sex: Repulsive
Ace?: Pilot
Part 6:... Over
Bread: Garlic
Water: Wet
Homework: Late
Giant rat: Making all of the rules
Spider: Manned
Grill: propane
Role: played
Taco trucks: On every corner
Ryu: Stanned
Street: Fighting
Fan Club: Lancer
Peanutbutter and?: Todd
Large Fries: Yes
Fried Chicken: No
Death: looped
Video games: unplayed
Ears: Ringing constantly
Sense of humor: decayed beyond recognition
Layers of Irony?: four
Favorite Roleplay: Dead
Stone: Free
Yognau(gh)t?: Yognaut
Wilds: Outer
State: Uncertain Until Observed
Dead: Walking
Hair: Short
Over It?: Not Yet Yes
Favorite Ending: Broom Closet
Coda: Begged for life purpose
Sand: BLAST
Ha: DOKEN
Upper: Rising
Foo: Fought
World: wonderful
Attack: Dodged
Flash: Final
Piccolo: Three Guys Now

Most Recent Posts

Hello hello...here's my character. Let me know if there's anything I should change or add or if I should just toss the whole thing out the window and start over. @TruthHurts22

I suppose I should say I'm gunning for The Lover, just for clarity

@canaryrose @Hitman Felicitations, malefactors. I'm here with a sheet for a secondary character incase Shadow Scythe has to take a back seat for one reason or another.

There's kind of...a lot? Here? She's just a secondary and I got a little carried away with the Iron Man fantasy perhaps but, she's a self-made rich bitch with something to prove, so. I thought it might be fun. Let me know what you think


i am just chilling with batgirl until she can hang out with the other members of the bat fam. also trying to figure out the logistics of my next couple of solo posts lol

Level 3: 21/30
Word Count: 569
Location: Al Mamoon Northeast- Rocket Inc
Points Gained: 1
New EXP Balance--- Level 3: 22/30


The fight between Braum and Mao did not very well. Braum was just too big and too tough, and besides, he was an ally who wasn't in his right mind. Mao was probably taking it easy on him, or something. Jesse had made that mistake a lot recently, she felt.

However Jesse couldn't focus on that, for in front of her very eyes Uncle Sven, the man she had gone out of her way to take alive, was obliterated by Shadow magic. Exasperated, Jesse flung up her hands.

Then to make matters worse, even more friendly fire. This time pointed her way. Jesse swore as a large mass of watery spikey arrows engulfed the entire arena. Her Health shield burst as she shielded her eyes from the impact. "Ooow!"

Blood ran down her hand from a cut that had formed there, and Jesse gritted her teeth. Glancing over her shoulder, Mordecai and his bird were still alive. Mao seemed down for the count. The Phantom Thieves had gotten hit hard, too. Jesse didn't even know who to be mad at. Worst of all she wouldn't even be getting a debriefing, and if she did, it wasn't like she could just start firing people. This whole operation was a god damn mess. The sooner she got more of her powers back, the sooner she could stop having to reply on other people so much. Or maybe they would just realise their previous management was shit, and let her take charge.

(A little over a year ago and the last thing I would want would be people relying on me, but after stepping up as Director, shitshows like this just made me want to start filing spreadsheets. What are we gonna do about all this? This cannot go on.)

That blue villainess escaped into the shadow realm with her pet hedgehog. Joker, the one person here who Jesse was finding she could rely on, had the idea to use Sven's power on Nastasia and Shadow. A morph potion to turn them into small animals and start kicking them around.

(That sounds wrong.)

Point is, it was a good plan, but their problem was a lack of a reliable way of doing so. They didn't have easy access to the alchemists potions. Jesse approached the 'corpse' of Uncle Sven. Crouching over it, she scooped it up gently in her hand. Fusing with it was a no go. Turning into part spherical cartoon old man sounded absolutely dysphoric. From what Primrose had told her, and from what she had picked up from Mao and Joker, apparently dead or dying people and creatures could be convinced to join a team? Especially since Sven, while alive, had been under double mind control, maybe him helping her wasn't the most outlandish thing in the world.

Clearing her throat, Jesse started speaking for the first time this whole fight. "Hey there, uh, potion guy. Listen: I wasn't trying to kill you, right? I was trying to take you alive by making you big. Sorry about that. Your shitty 'teammate', who you probably didn't even like, is the reason you're dead. Join my team, and I'll give you a chance to turn that guy and your evil boss into funny animals as soon as they pop out of that black hole. Then, we win. Oh and, my name's Jesse, by the way." The redhead managed.
hi there! I just figured I'd let you know I'm working on a CS.

Level 6: 15/60
Location: The Maw: The Kitchen
Word Count: 728
Points Gained: 1
New EXP Balance--- Level 6 : 16/60


Sakura was pretty close to limp, only barely adjusting herself to be as comfortable as possible in her captor's grasp. Sobbing quietly, her face twisted with fear and shame, she could do nothing but gasp as she realised her next perilous situation. Bound and tied! Hands over her head, feet dangling, hanging over an open fire. The butcher warned her not to struggle but she couldn't help it. Heat licked at her little legs. They started to sweat and she shifted awkwardly, coughing, at first as a by product of her crying but then as a result of the smoke she accidentally inhaled sharply. With a laugh, the big chef blocked the door entirely as her allies fruitlessly battered against it.

A blazing fire was beneath her, and all three Seekers were hung above it, ready to use ingredients. And all of it was Sakura's fault. Her stupid non-plan. What had she been thinking? She hadn't been thinking. Hunger and desperation had made her reckless. Of course there would be chefs nearby that would hear the noise, right? How could she not have predicted that?

The arguments and back and forths of the chef caught her attention. Clearly they did not like each other very much. Real people, not monsters, were the most dangerous thing onboard this ship. Opposable thumbs plus intelligence. It helped that they were four times her size, of course...and she had none of her training. This was the worst day of Kasugano Sakura's life.

The same probably went for Bella and Rika. They're lives had just begun. Rika was still unconscious, and Bella was being poked and prodded at by their cruel captor. Sakura squinted, spotting that Bella seemed to be...growing? Like she was seven. From one little snack? Mentally, Sakura kicked herself. If that magical undoing of their youngness curse kept up, in one short, full meal, Sakura could get to 14 years old and absolutely wipe the floors with these chumps. Sakura knew without a doubt in her mind that these fat bastards were cowards. If she was at her best, or even at her mediocre, she could punch their guts so hard they came out of their mouth before they could say 'bon appetit'. Impotent, indignified fury filled the little girl's heart, only causing more tears to spill forth.

Rika woke back up, and Sakura just stared at her, a harrowed expression on her face. Rika struggled briefly but, it was pointless. "I...I don't know." She said, voice quiet and small. She looked at Rika's back pocket and then up to her own bindings, and then to the long fall onto the flames below.

"...I guess...we just...hope they come for us. Somehow." Sakura sobbed, swallowing dryly. Rika had a pair of scissors, but there wasn't much they could do with that. "It's not stupid, I'm stupid. I'm sorry, Rika-chan...Bella-san...I'm sorry. This never should have happened." She hung her head a moment. While looking down, she saw MiMi, Junior's friend, come through the door. They really were coming for them. Mimi lifted Sakura's spirits, stopping them from being crushed entirely.

Gritting her teeth, the starved child thought to convey some information that might be useful. "Bella-san, you are getting bigger." She whispered to her Abyssal friend. "I think eating did it. In- in a good way. You aren't fat or anything-" Sakura said. She shook her head. "This is besides the point!" She whispered, coughing some more.

"I'm not sure how old you are, but...if eating just a little gives you some years, then maybe it's worth it? If I could eat enough just to get to 14 years old, I'm sure I could wipe the floor with all three of these chumps..." Sakura said, blinking away tears. "Kuso...kuso!" Sakura swore angrily to herself, squeezing her eyes shut as she lifted her legs up high to get away from the heat. But the hunger in her belly and exhaustion caused her to relent. Frustrated and defeated, the only plan she could think of that wouldn't make things worse would be to wait and hope for rescue. The idea of even more people putting themselves in danger on her behalf tore her up inside. Ideally they would focus on Rika and especially Bella first, since the Water Princess can still fight, even slightly.
its a cool idea!

what kind of powers are we talking?



Level 6: 14/60
Location: The Maw: The Depths
Word Count: 601
Points Gained: 1
New EXP Balance--- Level 6 : 15/60


Only now, as she was hiding, did Sakura realise how little she had thought this through. Why was she here again? Cause a distraction, right. But she didn't even tell anyone the plan. Still...this could work! All she had to do was hide, and one of her faster teammates would snag the key. Then...step 2. They would improvise that part. If they didn't grab the key, then she would just hide as he cleaned up the mess and they could try again, right? Sakura began to worry her mental faculties had been comprised by the hunger, something she hadn't even thought about being an issue.

Sakura tensed up, freezing in place as the butcher let out a horrible screetch. Wow, she thought, he must really like to keep this place clean. Her heart was beating out of her chest as he loomed over the mess. Squeezing her eyes shut, she clenched the hem of her dress as the big chef searched around, his face only a few feet from her. Thankfully she was hiding behind the bowls, and he didn't think to investigate behind them.

If everything had gone according to her plan that only Sakura came up with, this distraction should give someone time to snatch the key, right? She had gone undetected! Maybe, she thought, this wasn't a bad plan after all. Could have been better executed but, she could work on that in the future.

No, because another chef entered, a big tall guy, and the brunette knew her 'plan' was right out the window. Cheeks reddenning with embarassment and shame, Sakura realised she had just made their problem ten times worse. Why hadn't she learned her lesson? Everytime she tried to help, she just made things more difficult.

That would soon be the least of her concerns as the angry chef, being chastised by his cruel boss, began sweeping things off the counter and making an even bigger mess. Accidentally revealing the little girl hiding behind them. Freezing up, tears welling in her wide eyes, she made horrified eye contact with Larry and then his butcher minion.

"I- I'm sorry." She squeaked to both the chef and to her teammates, before turning to run in a panic. "Ah!" She cried out in pain and then gasped, shallow and strangled, as a giant hands squeezed her entire upper body starting at her throat. Kicking her legs was pointless as he grapped those, too.

Sakura had never hated anyone more than she hated herself in that moment. Now she just hoped that he snapped her neck right now, so that her stupidity didn't compel her teammates out of hiding and into a certain loss. But no, Rika and Bella, the two people Sakura thought she had done the most good for, were swiftly captured and hurt in their attempt to rescue her. All because of her. They were all so tiny and helpless. "Nooo---" She quietly exhaled, despairing.

Suicidal self loathing passed, and she realised that she really really really wanted to live, too. Tears streaming down her face, she desperately searched the faces of her now distant teammates for some kind of salvation or plan, but none came. How could it? One last look at her friends and the door was shut and locked.

Larry announced his plans with devilish delight. The butcher who had her still hadn't done anything, and poor Bella and Rika had been shooken into a stupor. Sakura didn't struggle, looking to avoid punishment or reprisal. It would be pointless, anyway. At the very least she could keep her wits about her. Trembling, arms pressed against her sides, and struggling to breathe, she glanced around the room and tried to locate something useful. It was hard to see through her blurred vision, and she tried to blink away the water in her eyes. Captured, the distance from her friends was insurmountable, and Sakura tried not to think like they would never see her again.



Level 3: 20/30
Word Count: 494
Location: Al Mamoon Northeast- Rocket Inc
Points Gained: 1
New EXP Balance--- Level 3: 21/30


That was one down. The armored crusader knight, Reinhardt, either couldn't or didn't block the shots from her Tool Gun. That was his mistake, as he was quickly smacked and pushed to the side by a large chunk of metal. No doubt that had rattled him inside his armor. As she went to focus on Sven, Braum, who had quite inconveniently switched sides, protected Sven with his shield.

Sven jumped high into the air, and it was too late for her to do anything. She just didn't have the tools that she used too. Jesse shield her eyes with her arm from the potion, but when she looked back down at her arm she realised it was a cats arm.

(...We're a cat now.) Jesse thought. Polaris conveyed a mental shrug.

(Um.)

"Meow." She licked the back of her paw, briefly getting into character. Shaking her head, watched as Sven came charging forward with a great variety of potion attacks. This, too, reminded her of that homeless guy. Rolling and dodging around as this rotund cat, she took a few grazing hits but nothing too serious. Magical poofing saturday morning cartoon potions. The acid flasks, however, caused Jesse to meow hesitantly. That wasn't good. It was Fox who came to the rescue, getting into melee range with a manic acid wielder was brave, but he paid the price for it.

This was some kind of polymorph spell, like from Harry Potter or Dungeons and Dragons. Those usually didn't last forever, and Jesse guess that she wouldn't be this adorable cat for much longer. If it really was permanent case he probably would have used this ability much sooner, and on everyone. Braum was charging towards the wounded Fox, and Sven was temporarily vulnerable.

Poof!

(And we're back!)

Mao went for Braum as he charged after Fox. Hopefully the melee fighter kid could hold him off long enough for Jesse to take care of Sven. Meanwhile, Joker went for Nastasia. Hopefully he was fast enough to avoid being brainwashed. Jesse still thought her Tool Gun plan would work against Sven, now that he was exposed and wounded.

In order to help Mao and Fox, Jesse ripped some metal from a pillar and flung it at Braum's back. It would smack against his super strong form but still crush painfully into him, rattling and knocking him off balance to aid Mao's topple attempt.

Now aiming for Sven's sliced up abdomen, she focused her Tool Gun's effect onto that one specific part. Like one of those guys drom Dig Dug, Sven would be woefully imbalanced as his center of mass grew in size with each shot. Once his legs couldn't touch the ground anymore, she was satisfied. While she had been a cat, her Energy still recharged. Lifting a piece of fallen metal from the ground, she smacked it into his side to send him rolling out of the way of the battle and out of potion range.

As she considered her next move in all the chaos, she switched to her Service Weapon. Holstering the Tool Gun, her other, much sleeker and deadlier, black pistol reappeared in her hand. Back to full ammo, she needed to give the Tool Gun some time to recharge, too.


Level 6: 14/60
Location: The Maw: The Depths
Word Count: >750
Points Gained: 1
New EXP Balance--- Level 6 : 15/60


"Oh, yeah, please take this from me." Sakura had said, eagerly handing over the Dart Gun back to its rightful owner. Sakura had dropped it and picked it up multiple times, occasionally forgetting she had it at all.

Sakura grimaced as she saw more people eating. It seemed to be about half and half? Sakura's stomach rumbled, no, more like cried out in agony, but she remained resolute. She only wished she could have convinced more of her teammates to follow her lead. Sakura gave a particularly worried glance at Bella, who Sakura wished hadn't eaten food for almost the exact same reasons Bella had decided to eat them.

This Runaway kid was letting them go first, which made sense. Sakura wasn't comfortable with the idea of letting him put himself into harms way. Best the heroes go first, right? On the other side, things were getting a little more quaint, but the room was still way too big. Some parts of it looked really, really gross.

"Gross, huh?" Sakura whispered. "Reminds me of the stuff my dad had to throw out when he worked at his restaraunt."

But, quickly, what appeared to be a new enemy made himself known. A very large and sickly looking butcher who was contentedly chopping into some meat. No doubt he was complicit in whatever terrible situation the kids in the cafeteria had been put into. Sakura found herself wondering about what he was thinking in that moment. Did he like being a butcher? Or was he just doing this because some dark power was commanding him too? What was his name?

It didn't matter right now. If he found them, he'd probably put them back into jail or do something even worse. So far everyone with a position of power in this Maw had been a bad guy. If there was some relief, it was that whatever he was making food out of wasn't a person who lived in the World of Light. He wouldn't be turning any of them into chop suey. But he could probably swing that cleaver really hard, and Sakura instinctively brought a hand up to her neck and gulped. The Runaway kid pointed a key out to everyone. An unlocked exit was available. Since the lock was on this side of the door, that meant the Butcher was trying to keep people out. Sort of like how one would lock an exit from the inside to keep people from entering. It made sense that they would want to secure the key and leave through that door. Already opened doors probably meant going further into where more chefs and butchers were.

Sakura, being one of the frontrunners, turned around and put a finger to her lips. Then the brunette quietly paced over and crawled under a table. The last thing she wanted to do was get anyone detected. How could she help?

Well, they needed the butcher to be out of the way. Crawling under one of the giant tables, Sakura reached the edge of one that was somewhat behind him, towards the right exit door. Maybe if she made a mess, he would have to get a broom and clean it up? That might give them time to nab the key and then go from there.

Sakura crawled out from under the counter and then into it, standing on the wood. It felt kind of cozy, being so small. Locating a jar of preservatives that came up to her chest, she figured that would do. It was ontop another jar of something else, and ontop of that it would be falling from the wooden platform she was standing on, to the few feet it was to the ground. At least, it looked like a few feet. Sakura wasn't exactly sure how tall she was anymore.

With a quiet grunt, she pushed the glass jar off and onto the ground. When it cracked or broke, she ran for cover and hid behind a stack of bowls, pressing her back against it. Her stomach quietly growled and Sakura put a hand on her belly like she was trying to strangle it into silence, eyes widening.
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