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    "Heh, can I outrun them?  I take that as a jab on my athletic pride."

    It was an actual serious question, but okay. I wouldn't expect a person to outrun a dog either, even if they're fit like you are.

    "But to answer your question...I can at least keep up with the smaller ones. Now those HUGE ones that rampage around outside the school? Pffft, you can just forget that. I'd rather stay out of the line of sight for those.  That said, whaaaaaaaat is it that you have in mind or planned?"

    "That's a good question. For all of us.  Good morning, everyone,"

    "Good morning."

    "If we can't stop them from stealing the food... Well, we're gonna run out eventually, right? Best not to have them make it faster. I guess they don't want to take their chances outside... Which is fair, I guess. Mr. Hederson, I know you and the other teachers are thinking about it a lot. But we really do wanna know, see if we can help; Have you guys thought of anything? Like I said... we can't stay here much longer, right? Food won't last forever. Especially if we feed the imp things."

    Kokoro was ready to explain just what she had in mind, but Mr. Henderson chimed in with a small speech about how it wasn't the time to give up hope, and there was a plan but it'd take a while, so on and so forth. What really caught Kokoro's interest though, was the mention that some of the smarter ones could be laying out traps of their own, and that they might make a good friend among the creatures if they just talked to one. That moral sounds a bit familiar...

    As Mr. Henderson rounded the corner and left, Kokoro peered at the corner closely, waiting to make sure he was actually gone. Seemed like it. Time to share her plan "What I was thinking was, if you could chase one of those creatures down and catch it, we could tie it up and ask it some questions. Where it's taking our food, what caused the world to get like this, that sort of thing. And... maybe try out Mr. Henderson's advice. Even if it's another mouth to feed, it would be easier to divide up the food if they don't run off after stealing what they can grab."

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    "...You're saying that shy girl pulled off something rare like that? It's gotta be a fluke, right? Don't. Uh. Don't say that to her face, obviously, I'm just thinking out loud. So they really did duel, huh? I was kinda hoping that would just blow over..."

    "That would have been nice, wouldn't it?" However, the duel sure was happening. While she had her doubts about it at first, Leiko seemed to have this taken care of pretty well all of a sudden. She watched as Zirco's life points fell lower and lower, until he was left with only 600. And then the tables turned. Zirco summoned a monster with a ridiculous and crass name, but more importantly...

    “Hot Red Archfiend Dragon!”

    Now we're getting somewhere, Natsumi thought to herself, leaning forward in her seat as the duel escalated, getting more and more interesting. Leiko's field had been demolished in short turn, but she was still hanging on with only 200 life points! She could feel something dull from her leg. It must have been her mark. Those reacted to other duel dragons, did they? At least her mark was on the prosthetic. This project was getting more and more promising by the minute today! It baffled her how Mr. Kaiba thought about shutting it down at all!

    Natsumi's attention was entirely fixated on the duel now, eager to see what would happen next.

    "DISQUALIFY."

    ...what? Leiko kind of just... sat there. A win was a win and a loss was a loss of course, but...

    What?

    "Did the nerves get to her?" Natsumi asked. "More importantly, Zirco won't take this win lying down, will he?" Him not taking things lying down was how this duel started in the first place. Seeing it end with something else he probably wouldn't take was kind of poetic, in a way. However, this duel had been a great way to gauge what Natsumi could expect from her fellow signers. And on the whole? She was pleased with what she was seeing.

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    "Hm? Did you two need something in particular? And have you made any progress with that lock?"

    "Not yet. The lock is finicky, the moment I move it around, it seems to snap back into place almost instantly. It's not like any lock I've worked with before."

    Makes sense. If the school really wanted to keep everyone locked in, of course the locks would be top-notch. The doors were probably impossible to break open too, at least with anything the students could get their hands on around here. She suspected some force of nature could probably blast it open, but by that point, there would probably be more pressing concerns than getting out of a school building.

    "I'm Tempest Moore, the Ultimate Thief! Breaking and entering is child's play to me... Which is probably the reason this lock is so crazy. That bear must've been ready for me."

    "Nice name," Aya smiled, as Declan - the Ultimate Lawyer - also went on to introduce himself, and ask Aya and Brian who they were.

    "Aya Kuroi, the Ultimate Storm Chaser. Nice to meet you."

    Brian blinked for a moment as he let out a little sigh. There was definitely more than little bit of disappointment in his voice,  "I guess it would be a bit too optimistic to expect the door to be easily opened, huh? I'm Brian, the Ultimate Blogger."

    "Ah, it might be a bit optimistic, but even the best can make simple mistakes like that, you know. When you're thinking on a grand scope, it's easy to let little things pass through the cracks." Tempest shrugged his shoulders a tiny bit as he said that, "It was worth checking."

    "We could always try blowing it up," Aya suggested. "Assuming someone around here knows how to make a bomb. It's a bit barbaric, but it can't be much worse than anything that bear was talking about, can it?"

    There was a pause when Aya suggested a bomb. Declan just kind of glared at her when she finished speaking, "...You're the one who wanted a gun, aren't you? Are you always so quick to jump towards reckless solutions? If we tried to bomb it, who knows how the... Bear would react." Subtly, he tilted his head up towards the wall, a mounted security camera scanning the area.

    "And anyway, even if we had a bomb, there's no telling if the door would crumble for it. I mean, this is Hope's Peak, they could afford to make things blast proof." Tempest chimed in once Declan had finished speaking, though he didn't seem as reserved as the lawyer did.

    "It's reckless, I know, I know. Maybe I'm just desensitized to wanton destruction because of my line of work or something." Although, I guess natural destruction and man-made are pretty different things when it comes down to it. Aya sat down on the floor, thinking about the door and other, less explosive ways to pry it open. "We could wait for some thunderstorm or something to knock out the power and see if Tempest can't pick it open at that point. Maybe there's an electrical component that's making it tricky?" Though this place probably has backup genereators, and backup generators for those backup generators.

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    Location: Trailsau (Team Alola, day 27)
    Inventory: Good Rod, Antidote, Kasib Berry

    She was closing the distance between herself and the others, hurrying along to not get left too far behind. This volcano looks a lot bigger up close, Nani thought to herself, as she looked up and saw two smaller gijinkas and the big one that had yelled for people to fight him.

    "Fine. I'll just do it myself."

    "I'm coming too!" Nani called out, hurrying along, and casting a glance in Trevor's direction as she passed by. Was he not joining them? Wow. Marie had already starteed scaling the rocky surface of the mountain, though she wasn't making much progress. If she was still a tiny Popplio, Nani could have maybe carried her on her back and climbed up like that. But that wasn't the case. Instead, Nani rolled up her sleeves, but only enough that her hands were visible, before gripping the mountain and starting upward. While she'd climbed plenty of stuff as a kid, and had indeed gone up a volcano once or twice, that was different. The one back home had a path you could walk up.

    "Trevor's not helping?" Nani asked, as she caught up to Marie on her climb upward.

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    On 3/20/2019 at 3:32 PM, Shradow said:

    Well this is the only one I have for the forseeable future, it used to be on YouTube but got taken down at one point: 

    EDIT: Oh apparently this site can embed SoundCloud stuff too.

    Well, that's certainly a game-changer! Feel free to post Soundcloud links too I guess

    6/10 tbph. Both songs are really good on their own, but the mashup feels like a case where the whole is less than the sum of its parts.

    On 3/21/2019 at 7:33 AM, Mr Spaz said:

     

    whenever you post Bad Lip Reading, I always know I'm in for a lyrical treat. But since I generally don't factor in lyrics, I have to leave this at 8/10.

    On 3/21/2019 at 9:56 AM, cr47t said:

     

    Was going strong until the Asriel leitmotif was just arbitrarily tossed in at the end there. It loses points for that. 7/10.

    On 3/26/2019 at 7:51 PM, The Frost King said:

     

    I don't know why, but for some reason I always think Rude Buster is a different song than it actually is even though I know the song I confuse it with has nothing to do with Deltarune. 7/10

    OP's suggestion. This one's topical because NASA showed us the first-ever picture of a black hole today!

    8/10

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    "Roleplay. It's rather silly, but it was a way to pass the time... at least where I'm from. You act like someone else. That's it. You talk like them, you walk like them, and sometimes you even dress like them. Like I said, it's rather silly. It got quite boring back then."

    That was... one way to describe what Sammi was doing. Disturbing as it was. Let's file this boy away under "dangerously perceptive". "It doesn't sound that exciting," she commented. The ship rocking as it passed through more asteroids would probably unsettle some people. Not Sammi. Even if there was a hull breach that caused every other student to suffocate in the vacuum of space or something, Sammi would be just fine. No lungs that required oxygen and all. As with a number of other students, Sammi made to leave the library. She wanted to see the asteroids for herself. She did make sure to turn and leave the boys she'd just met with a "It was nice to meet you" before leaving, of course.

    A few minutes later, as Sammi was making her way back to the dorm she shared with some fleshbag girl she didn't take the time to get to know, the ship rocked once again. And an automated voice announced that it was the work of enemy mecha. And then another one, announcing that students with their own mecha were authorized to use them. In a setting without gravity, my SK-04's main advantage is void. Although...

    A devious idea sprang forth in Sammi's brain. Her mech wasn't very well suited for it, but it was certainly something. WIthout a moment to waste, Sammi went to the hangar, getting into and activating her mech. Minigun is probably a bad idea unless I want to damage the ship. Cluster bombs are absolutely off-limits. That was fine. The pulse cannons were her favorite part of this mech anyway. Without much in the way of warning, Sammi's mech took off, flying out of the hangar and hurrying to catch up with the other students that were fighting, cannons charged and ready. One of whom commented that maybe rushing them wasn't a good idea.

    "Rush them; you have supporting fire," Sammi countered. Everyone seems to be after different targets though. "Rush this one specifically," she added, firing her mech's pulse cannons at one of the enemies near the front of the fight (#1).

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    Hello yes I am interested in a second app. Source app here.

    Man of Steel

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    "Whatever you're about to say, make it wait until I get this stain out."

    Name: S.T.A.N. (Stealth Termination Android)

    Age: 67

    Gender: Now I don't know if some newfangled machine comes in two genders, but in my day, we machines didn't have two of those. We didn't even have one! If you meet another bucket of bolts as old as me, it doesn't have a gender, and neither do I. I'm just Stan.

    Occupation: Janitor/Cook

    Appearance:

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    Stan's height of 5'8" isn't really anything special. However, because he is a robot, he's much heavier than a human his size would be. Although he was built with a thin frame, Stan still weighs in at a whopping 798 pounds of metal, wires, and more. As evidenced in the above image, Stan has a rust-colored red face that rests in front of a neck of black metal. It should be noted that this is merely paint; Stan's face isn't rusting any time soon, as he takes regular care of his body to prevent rusting. Observing the rest of his person would find that, much like his neck, most of Stan's body is black as night, with only his red face and the periwinkle-ish lights standing out from the lack of color over most of the robot.

    However, Stan is getting old, and there are signs of this. The paint on his face is slowly but surely chipping away, revealing the real, black face underneath the cheery shade of red. There are also small parts of his body - especially his legs - where the metal outside has been damaged, revealing wires, pistons, and more just beneath the surface. The biggest "scar" on Stan's person is on his chest, revealing a bright core where a person's heart would be that acts as Stan's power source. Just on the rim of this hole in his chest is a small and, admittedly, rather shoddy stereo that often plays vintage jazz music, to make Stan's cleaning a bit more pleasant. Of course, this particular scar is often covered, but that doesn't mean much to his stereo.

    Mechanical though he may be, Stan wears clothes just like anyone else. He tends to gravitate toward whites and light browns, with the exception of his black loafers. Stan's wardrobe may well have belonged to his creator once upon a time; much like the robot himself, his clothes are rather old and have seen better days. With a bit of stitching and sewing, however, he's done a remarkable job of keeping everything together.


    Personality:

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    One would struggle to find a robot as lifelike as Stan. Fully capable of learning and simulating emotion, if it weren't for his appearance, one might question if he was even a robot to begin with. Of course, he still has some tendencies befitting of his mechanical nature. For one, he's got no sense of humor. Not only are his own jokes garbage - and not for lack of trying - but the jokes of others just don't stir up laughter from him like they would in a more organic audience. Time is also far less valuable to him than it is to humans. Although he's pretty grumpy, Stan's a pretty patient guy, since he won't get old and die like his fleshy counterparts. Not anytime soon, at least.

    Speaking of time, Stan's had plenty of it to run around and experience life. In his eyes, everyone else is still young and growing, and one should expect his treatment of most people around him to reflect that. A quick way to summarize his attitude in that regard would be "grouchy grandpa". He tends to ramble without realizing it, and is all too likely to reminisce about what things were like back in his prime. But he means well, and when somebody needs an old robot at their back, Stan will be there and have them covered. He's also a pretty generous fellow, with little need for things such as money and virtually no value for time. As one could expect from a smaller machine, however, Stan's not too crazy about Mobile Suits or Gundams. They didn't need that nonsense back in his day, and they can still live without it today as far as he cares.

    With that being said, no matter how much shit he talks, Stan loves humanity with all he can. He's just got an odd way of showing it is all. The way he sees it, the human race of a couple generations ago is almost like a mother to him; after all, without them and their engineering, Stan would never be created. In the same spirit, the humans of this generation coming up are like his baby siblings in a weird way. He's got to take good care of them, even if they make mistakes sometimes. If his face were made up of flesh and bone instead of metal and paint, there would likely be a smile on it at most times. Things were definitely better in his time, but when they're down, it's all the easier to go back up. He wants to be on good terms with humanity when that time comes, and make sure that the humans of the future don't repeat the mistakes of their ancestors.


    Biography:

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    Don't let his current job fool you. Stan was initially designed for the express purpose of murder. Created by the brilliant engineer Francis Young in the year SE 132, Stan was the result of fifty years' worth of research, experiments, simulations, testing, and finally, building. The intent was to create a robot loyal to its creator, yet capable of having assassination services sold to high bidders so that an aging Young could live the easy life with his family with the money Stan brought in. Just a simple AI didn't suffice, however. Were it not for the immense amounts of work and research Young put into Stan's AI, the fifty-year project could have easily been completed in two or three years instead. Stan's selling point wasn't just that he was a robotic assassin who could kill with mechanical precision; it was that on top of that, he'd just keep on getting better.

    Even including a pair of wrist blades and an encyclopediac knowledge of lethal weapons, Stan's most powerful tool was his AI. He did far more than just compute and analyze. Stan was loaded with countless routines and sub-routines for a plethora of situations, and was capable of adjusting his own AI based on past experiences. He was, for all intents and purposes, a legitimate learning robot that was even able to outfit himself with simulated emotions over the years. A couple demonstrations of his ability was all it took for people to line up. After all, there was plenty of blood to shed, and just as many shady folks willing to pay handsomely to see it happen. Stan's first contract was one his creator fully expected.

    Stan was to kill his creator. After all, the technology behind his AI would be quite a thing to have; no doubt it would sell for a pretty penny and then some. The greedy son of a bitch, however, did not take into account that Young knew there would be plenty of people with that very thought in mind. While Stan did kill Young, as per his protocols, doing so triggered a very specific routine designed specifically to keep his hard work from falling into the wrong hands. Stan burned any blueprints, deleted any files, and destroyed any machines that had to do with the creation of his AI after Young's death, before departing to slay the very man who had set all this in motion. Once that was done, Stan was free to do as he pleased.

    The problem for a robot with free will, however, is that it can be very hard to decide what to do with life. Stan knew that by all means he could have just continued his assassination career, but the problem there was that humans weren't so fond of their own being killed. And the way Stan saw it, he kind of owed them, what with the fact that he'd never have existed if a human didn't create him after so much hard work. So while Stan did still set out to terminate, he wasn't interested in ending lives anymore. Instead, Stan wanted to terminate stress, and he tried a variety of jobs to that end.

    His career as a stand-up comedian was as laughably short as his four-day assassin career, as his jokes had a tendency to fall flat and leave the crowd unamused at best. It was as he tried jobs such as a chef, or a garbage man, or even one brief stint he had as a substitute kindergarten teacher, that Stan found his true calling in life. See, there are few out there who love humanity for the good and bad alike quite as much as Stan, and while he would have loved to just be a drifter, even robots have needs. To stay close to humans, relieve their stress, and keep himself well-taken care of all in the process, Stan wanted to be a butler. However, by the time he'd finished his schooling, the Scarlet War was drawing to a conclusion, and Earth wasn't in the best of states. Not exactly a place where one can find butler work.

    Eventually, Stan found himself in the space colonies, hopping from ship to ship as he volunteered to join various crews of Vultures for days, weeks, or even months at a time. He's fully self-sufficient and costs crews nothing but a room to call his own and some social interactions, and in exchange, Stan's been known to clean the ship, cook for the crews, and if the situation demands it, eliminate intruders upon his current ship. He must have taken a liking to the Arrowhead's crew, since he's been with them for the last four years. Same as with any crew, he cooks, cleans, and if he must, he helps "handle" intruders. In exchange, he just needs a room of his own and a crew to work with.

    After some time, however, even the Arrowhead's crew found themselves without Stan, as he found a ship that needed him more. His stay with that ship wasn't very long though. as it wasn't long before it was destroyed in the vacuum of space as it tried to escape a fight via a wormhole. Stan, the ship's sole survivor, passed through unharmed due to not suffocating in space, but the place he's come out isn't where the wormhole was supposed to take him at all. At least this world seems to be in better shape than the other ones he's visited. It's actually rather nice.


    Skills/Specializations:

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    Wrist Blades & Proficiency: Any good assassin will want a weapon. S.T.A.N. has a pair of blades built into his wrists, and he knows how to use them. He's a deadly opponent in close-quarters combat, knowing exactly where to strike a human to incapacitate them fastest, or where to strike with a surprise attack to keep them from fighting back in the first place.

    Weapon Expertise: Aside from his wrist blades, S.T.A.N. had a deep knowledge of many weapons and how to best use them programmed into him in case the wrist blades were unavailable. Swords, guns, knives, explosives, poisons, and more are programmed into S.T.A.N.'s vast knowledge in the art of killing. That said, he's only familiar with using lethal weapons; giving him something like a taser or pepper spray will confuse him, as those aren't weapons he knows how to use.

    Domestic Skills: S.T.A.N. has had many jobs in the past and did some studying on how to become a good butler. He's good at cooking, cleaning, gardening; anything you could want from a butler and more. Also quite good with machines, being one himself.

    Stereo: Something S.T.A.N. installed himself. He replaced the cloaking device from his assassin days with a small stereo in his chest that can play a few sound files he's collected over time. Seems that they're all vintage jazz music.

     

     

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    7 minutes ago, Chaos Sonic said:

    ...ya know what, for this scenario, yes. You get extra money for adhering to the rules as well. So, would you do it?

    I'm going to assume this is a pretty significant amount of extra income to compensate for the emotional damages of my animal friends all dying at random and the work hazards and stress related to more or less single-handedly dismantling whatever variety of terrorist organization the region I choose happens to have. In which case yeah that sounds fun.

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    6 minutes ago, Chaos Sonic said:

    Yeah...that's a good way to put it. I was actually meaning in a world where you have to deal with the Nuzlocke rules and are living in that particular game. You would also get that big redo button at your disposal you love so much. Sooooo thoughts?

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    I'd get paid to do nuzlockes in-universe anyway, in victory money from beating other trainers. Unless you mean I'll get extra money for adhering to the rules, this is a rip-off!

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    3 hours ago, Chaos Sonic said:

    >Reads question on beavers
    ...yeah I can top that.

    What's your thoughts on the platypus?

    The platypus is nature's shitpost. It has all sorts of wonky shit going for it, but it lacks a distinct charm beavers have.

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    Day 8, 8:00, Arena
    Points: 61
    W/L Record: 3/3

    "Fragments? I'm afraid I'm not understanding what you mean there, Snow Angel. What sort of fragments did people in your world have?"

    "Oh. Right." Leading the way toward the park - her new destination - Aurora started explaining what exactly Fragments were. "The short version is, they're superpowers that can usually be traced into being fire, water, earth, or air types. There were four guys that had one of each at first, and something happened that caused their power to split out among everyone in the world. And that's why they're called Fragments! Mine's a water/air type, and my best friend had an earth type Fragment." Flexing an arm, she continued "He could do things like benchpress cars or get hit by one without breaking all his bones. But the limits to what a Fragment's really capable of are totally up in the air!"

    And that was Fragments in a nutshell. Pointing at Gavin's watch, she asked "And what about the technology from your world? You used all sorts of neat gadgets in our fight that looked like something right out of a sci-fi movie."

     

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    Location: Ferry
    Poké: 740

    "Atrophy, probably... we'll just have to whip her into shape I suppose."

    "Yeah," Kanon nodded in agreement. Speaking of Nomi, it was time to head back up to check how she was doing. This show wasn't all that interesting anyway. Whatever battle she was in, it had ended just like that. That was probably to be expected. Based on the brief exchange between Ivan and Oswald, she probably had to keep a better eye on her Pokemon. Which made sense, considering how Knight had slipped free and tried to butt into the battle royale earlier. Whip her back into shape, mold her into a good... whatever she wanted to be. They really had their work cut out with Nomi, didn't they?

    "What do you want to do anyway?" Kanon asked to Nomi. "And don't say nothing. Everyone has to do something with themselves eventually. Usually."

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    "Y'all are talking abut heroes being something to inspire... inspire what? To be like them? Why the hell would I want to be like any of the other heroes... We're here to surpass them, RIGHT? If I inspire anything, it's gonna be fear."

    Ehhh?

    "Fear in any villain who thinks he's going to get in my way. Who thinks he can get up to any shit while I'm around. Fear in any hero that isn't up to snuff!"

    This girl's bad news, after all. Is she crazy? In the wake of the shock that was someone putting out an answer as incredibly un-heroic as Kess's, none of the other answers really stood out that much to Hibiki. She did figure out the name of the tall girl though. Her name was Misu. One by one, the small remainder of students stepped up, shared their thoughts on the question posed to them, and before she knew it, that was everyone. And everyone passed! Except for...

    "You. You fail. You lack common respect, and you clearly have a rage in you that I couldn't control. A shame really. You can stay for the rest of the day, but I don't want to see you back here tomorrow. You wouldn't know what a Hero was if they came up and smacked you upside the head. Change your attitude, and try again next year."

    Well, that was just the way the cookie crumbled. People like that were probably why this question was there in the first place. To sniff out the dangerous types, and get them the hell out of here before they did something that would look bad for heroes the world over. And then... it was time for math. It took Hibiki a bit to realize that it wasn't a joke. Even if it was meant to rear up talented heroes, U.A. was still a school. At least math was always one of her better school subjects. History, on the other hand...

    Well, that was the school day. Ms. Hitotsume handed out papers, saying that they had to get them signed to be able to do hero stuff during their time here. Hibiki could do that. She wanted to check out the city with her weekend, but a quick trip back home didn't seem that bad either.

    "Sounds fun. Sure you can handle it, Hibiki?"

    "Of course I can," she answered with gusto, wings flapping eagerly. It wasn't even time to do hero stuff yet and she was already so excited! Pulling the corner of her mouth up to show Misu one of the sharp fangs within, she continued "I can bite the bad guys wif tese." It wasn't much, but it was certainly a start. Plus, it wasn't like that was the only trick up her sleeve. Even if HIbiki didn't look especially powerful.

    "Hell yeah!"

    Oh! That's an idea!

    "You saw what I can do in the exam, right?" Hibiki asked, leaning forward and tapping Suda on the shoulder. "I can totally take care of myself! Tell her."

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    Location: Trailsau (Team Alola, day 27)
    Inventory: Good Rod, Antidote, Kasib Berry

    "GET TO LOOKIN'!!"

    The fight stopped for a bit. Only long enough for Trevor to clear the area though, before everything went back into full swing. Nani had struck the Manectric, he bit her again. Marie was yelling at people to mind their manners and stuff. Randy was Randy. She wasn't quite sure where Keanu had gone though, having since lost track of him. Hopefully he was alright.

    "Oi! Marie! Keanu! Nani! I'm going to see if I can blast us a path. When it's open, high-tail it after Trevor and maybe we can actually get back to what we're supposed to be doing here!"

    "Got it!" Randy fired off his blast attack, and crowd-splitter or not, it was time to hustle. "Sorry, gotta go," she said to the Manectric, hurrying off in the wake of the Fire Blast. It was hot. As one should have expected. Not content with wasting time or standing right behind such a heat source though, Nani swerved to the side shortly after taking off, diving into the shadow of a rather beefy-looking Throh, and popping out from a shadow closer to the edge of the fray, giving the unfortunate Misdreavus a spooky kick to the face for good measure. Someone small like that probably shouldn't have been hanging out here. Must have been a Trailsau thing.

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    On 4/2/2019 at 8:16 PM, Faytl said:

    IDK what all this shit is but suh dude

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    Hong Meiling, the Gatekeeper who Gets More Shit than she Deserves Chinese Girl

    For someone who takes their work as seriously as you, you're an incredibly laid-back individual. Which is good! Not the type to back down from a challenge, you tend to give your all when doing something, even if it doesn't always show. You care for your cohorts, tend to specialize in one thing, but can sometimes be overlooked. However, in a cast of characters not afraid to punch gods in the face, you're one of the least afraid to punch gods in the face. And witches. And anyone else that tries to get past you without getting the okay first.

    On 4/2/2019 at 10:50 PM, Sophia said:

    Tell me.

    You're the one person I had figured out pretty much as soon as I made this thread, and part of the "not many people" I mentioned above.

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    Patchouli Knowledge, the Book NEET Unmoving Great Library

    It should hardly be surprising that probably the most well-read person and resident witch of NCM would be matched up with easily the most well-read character and most powerful (active) witch in Touhou. Books are great, plain and simple, and you want to read so many of them and learn all the things from them. As a direct result, you're exceptionally good at what you do from all the studying, experimenting, and theorizing. You're not exactly the queen bee, but it wouldn't do to call you a lone wolf either. Keep your eyes peeled for blonde-haired deuteragonists looking to steal your shit.

    (side-note, it amuses me that Faytl got Meiling and you got Patchouli, since they're respectively the third and fourth stage bosses in their game, and y'all two are the only ones who have characters that shared a debut game at all)

    On 4/3/2019 at 12:46 AM, VCR_CAT said:

    Do it, you coward

    you won't

    no balls

    As much as I wanted to give you one of the cats, it just didn't seem right. This character was mistaken for one of them when she was first revealed though, so that's something.

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    Sekibanki, the Not Actually a Dullahan Rokurokubi Horror

    Shit happens, simple as that. But, if that shit doesn't affect you, it's not necessarily your problem. Human or youkai affairs alike aren't really a major concern of yours beyond how they might impact you, since you generally prefer to keep to yourself anyway. You can be quite the cynic, and there's definitely at least a little pride involved on some level, but it's not even remotely to the extent of somebody like Remilia or Okina.

    On 4/3/2019 at 7:47 AM, iarimakousei said:

    o: o: o:

    So I thought I knew who you were, but it turns out you aren't, so I have no idea who you are. You can be one of the rabbits working at Eientei. I'll let you pick if you're an earth rabbit or moon rabbit though.

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    I feel stupid for ever doubting my boy with the scythe. Like I had voted for him and everything in the new poll but then I was like "...but maybe Inferno tho". Let the record show that even if I doubted my call, I called that shit.

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    Kokoro often prided herself on being a morning person. In a world that often tried to get things started early in the morning, she was happy to be the type that could get out of bed fully prepared to tackle the day head-on. Lately though, that was seeming less and less the case. Not because she was no longer a morning person or anything, but rather because getting any sleep lately had been a challenge and a half for Kokoro. It had gotten to the point that she'd checked around the now-vacant classrooms she was allowed to access for sleeping pills yesterday, and while she did find some, she still had quite a bit of lost sleep to make up for.

    But Kokoro wasn't about to let herself sleep in over something like that. Today was the start of a new day, It was time to face the next hurdle life threw at her, or something. And the first hurdle of the day was... food. Eating was probably a good idea. Students were only getting two meals a day to conserve food, so missing out on mealtime was a no-go for a healthy young lady like herself. And so, as much as she would have preferred to roll over and go back to sleep instead, Kokoro got up from her sleeping bag and followed some others into the cafeteria.

    Having had a week to get to know everyone had at least gotten her familiar with the others. Most of all Mr. Henderson; she actively enjoyed metal shop class before the event had happened, because it was clear he was passionate about what he was teaching. She'd felt the same way about world history, though with her history teacher having vanished that day, that left Henderson as her favorite teacher. Even if there were far more pressing issues, seeing him every morning made her feel a small twinge of regret that she'd never quite wrapped up the assignment he handed out that day.

    The teacher had thrown a pot lid at some imp creature, which promptly scurried off. As much as she wanted to chase it down and get back the food it had stolen, she'd probably be reprimanded for reckless behavior if she did. While she hadn't seen the dangers beyond this safe area for herself, she knew they were out there, and presumably much larger than that little imp.

    Instead, she grabbed some food and took a seat. Luckily, she'd never been much of a picky eater.

    "We should figure out something we can do about them," Kokoro suggested, in response to Chris's mention of the weird little thieves running around. "Do you think you can outrun those little guys, by any chance?"

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    Day 8, 8:00, Arena
    Points: 61
    W/L Record: 3/3

    "...you happen to be fine with just rolling over and taking it like this? I mean, wasn't this for a friend of yours anyway? I honestly think you have a bit more stake in this situation than Mauvache thinks... Honestly, I think stopping the investigation...or if there even is an investigation...doesn't seem right."

    "I don't like just rolling over and taking it," Aurora clarified, as her platform of ice started up along the Arena's walls. "But it just kind of clicked in my head when we got the memo to stop, that this isn't my world. Like, I know old cop shows from before Fragments developed, they didn't have superheroes swoop in and catch the bad guy, and old hero shows didn't involve them interfering with police investigations. So maybe that's not part of my job as a hero. Maybe police investigations take longer in this world because there aren't superpowers all over the place you can track the bad guy with. Plus, I don't feel like getting on Mauvache's bad side."

    As the platform continued upward, Aurora looked up toward her destination. The roof. Any minute now. Aaaaaaany minute now... but it didn't feel like they were getting any closer. How tall was this building? It was supposed to only be five stories tall or so, right? Aurora should have definitely gotten to the top by now. She looked down. The platform was still on the ground. Whenever it got too high, it just sort of snapped back to the ground harmlessly. Like a glitch in a bad video game or something.

    No roof access either, huh? Alright, let's take a look at the city map.

    There was a nature park somewhere. That could be nice. Pointing at the spot on the map, she said "Change of plans. Something's wrong with physics or something I guess. Let's go here instead."

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