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Hopeful Conversationalist
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 Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 9:53 pm
~Iwatodai Station~
A strip mall is located near the Iwatodai Station, lined with a beef bowl place, Hagakure Ramen Shop, a sweet shop, manga cafe, Wild-Duck Burger, the Used Bookstore, and several other establishments which treat the people who live and pass through the station en route to work and school. Much more easily maintained than Port Island Station, there is even a statue of a former Gekkoukan High School Student nicknamed "The Gourmet King" in located somewhere on the strip in recognition of his patronage and fame as a Food Critic.
The station also serves as the start and end of the Iwatodai Line, a monorail station which serves the Tatsumi Port Island area exclusively, delivering students near the dormitories on one end, and Gekkoukan High School on the other.
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Posted: Tue Dec 24, 2013 3:03 am
Alexander "The Great" and Jun Otsuka  An ugly cackle bounced off the walls and the trains, a tall, lean figure twirling on the balls of their feet. "Kommts hier, meine liebe!" The voice was taunting, even if there was a tint of annoyance on the paper white face of the Orochi electric nutcase. This was too easy! Just to easy! Wouldn't the cloud agree? Well, who knew! The freakin' b*****d would never answer back! The real problem here was, though, that she had been interrupted while she munched on the power lines, and that...that was just rude! Here came this chick bouncing about, blabbering about the Crows and other nonsense she had paid absolutely no attention to, and then she had the insolence of not putting up a fight? Or was she? Did the open lip hurt? Hell yes! Not to mention the bruises over the skeletal body, but! But! Still! Out of sight, out of mind, ja? "Hey! HEY! You wouldn't....have some spare batteries hidden somewhere around there, by any chance?" A bony hand waved around the chest area, a wicked smirk on the woman's face, "They would be quite useful right about now." A whip snapped as it hit the floor, before it shot forward, once again in an attempt of curling around a wrist or an ankle. A hand caught it instead, the angry red marks it had left on the tanned wrist visible in the pale light of the moon.
 A force pulled at the weapon with such viciousness that hadn't been there before, making the spear-like body of the eccentric to stumble forward, the smirk that had been plastered on chapped lips flipped into a completely annoyed frown. The hand of the pursuer moved swiftly, tangling the whip around her arm, shortening the distance between the two in an instant, just in time for the Orochi girl's face to connect with a fist waiting for her at the other side. Alex flew back, crashing against one of the vending machines on the deserted station, and a scoff left the opponent's lips. "You...really need to stop talking." Spitting out some blood, the woman threw the Orochi's weapon to the far side of the station, where she wouldn't find it anymore, fingers flexing into a fist and releasing once again. The battle hadn't been going on for long. And still, this spazz was already gloating and taunting, as if she had victory in the bag. Jun heard a loud whine and then a feral growl as her target stood up with a start, long-nailed fingers sparking with electricity. A smirk curled on full lips. Oh, and she was only finishing the warm up. She could already feel the power surging, tickling at the tip of her fingers. She could already feel the flow of energy running through her veins; each time stronger.
Electricity crackled, lightning shooting towards the Yatagarasu agent; the sheer energy opening cracks on the concrete in its wake...completely destroying pillars and walls as they hit. Arms shot up to the air, a manic giggle erupting from the Orochi as a cloud of smoke settled, no sounds heard afterwards. That was, until a lightning-fast leg, covered in a strong, hard material, connected in a kick to the chest. The giggles died down abruptly, Alex not having time to react to the sudden increase in speed, and the hammer of a hit directly to the ribs something she could take without flinching.
"That DEFINITELY broke something!" Ruffling the oversized coat, shattered pieces of something that could have been a tea cup fell to the floor. A thin-lipped smirk appeared on the German woman's face, though the way her tall frame seemed to curl into itself if only a bit showed that she wasn't completely unshaken. "Now! Now, stop moving! It is hard to hit you that way!" Once again, lightning shot forward, and once more, the ashen haired woman avoided the attacks, much to Alex's chagrin. When had the Crow gotten so quick? When had the tables flipped against her favor? For the first time in the night...there was something akin to worry...or even fear in deranged eyes.
Brushing away the trickle of dried up blood and sweat from her cheek, Jun Otsuka smirked. "Not so confident now, huh?"
A growl rumbled at the back of Alex's throat, leaving aside the whole theatrics, and for the first time in who knew when, she was being serious. Perhaps, even the first time ever. ...Ha. Serious. The tall woman dashed forward, her hands charged with voltage no human being could survive. Just letting that electricity flow into the other female's body...and she could have roasted Crow for dinner!
The hand was stopped before it touched the tanned woman, the latter taking it by the wrist and twisting it in a unnatural way. A shriek escaped the Orochi's lips, but Jun didn't stop there. Consecutive blows followed: the chest, the sides, the head and legs... Crimson dripped to the floor, wounds opened and bleeding, others heavily bruised. The Head of the Otsuka clan knelt beside the bloody heap that was the target, a sigh escaping. That one had really put up a fight. "Let's take you back, then..." The Herald would know what to do with her, and could think of an adequate punishment...perhaps even get some information on the others.
A zap whized past her then, barely just missing her head thanks to her quick reflexes. "s**t." And as a mechanical response, one last punch connected with the woman's chin; the force of it causing a small crater below the body, even when a sickening snap echoed around the otherwise silent station. It didn't move again.
"Ugh...I need a nice hot bath after this..." Nicer still if she wasn't alone for that.
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2015 11:14 pm
 Weston Smith"See there! Those are primo crab legs! Miss, we'll take these to go!" Weston motioned to one of the employees to bag up the crab legs Weston had pointed out, but considering that's not how supermarkets work, he only received an odd look and a shrug before the employee walked away. "Fft, ignoring me. See Colm, this is why you need to get outside every now and then. Stay inside too long, and you'll end up a twitchy apathetic A-HOLE who IGNORES PEOPLE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STORE, and who sucks at his job, which is probably BAGGING GROCERIES FOR MINIMUM WAGE!" Weston stated way too loudly in the middle of the store, folding his arms. He was the customer right? They should have been doing their best to please him, so why wasn't there someone here to push the cart for them? Well, he'd just had Colm do it instead, but that didn't mean that he would forget this slight anytime soon. "Alright, grab those, and then lets go down the booze aisle. It's almost noon, I'm getting antsy." Weston motioned for Colm to grab the crab legs, and then reached up towards one of the racks on the side to grab something else for the dorm, leaning behind Colm...and using his slight of hand to slip a couple chocolate bars into the junior's pockets with very sticky fingers. It was then though, that a bunch of plastic raddled as a large man slammed their fat, greasy palm down onto the crab legs and started to take the pack right out from in front of them. "Hey hey HEY! Those are our crab legs buddy, get your own!" Weston stepped around to the left side of Colm and the cart to stop the man from taking their crab legs, but was shoved back suddenly by hands like giant pudding-filled sausages. Gawd, how fat was this guy? Weston glanced to his left to see the same stocker from before, who didn't bat an eyelash as Weston motioned for him to intervene, a can of Ragu in his hands. "You know, this is your fault. Maybe if you put down that can of fatty's blood for a minute and told him to give us back our crab legs, we could resolve this peacefully." Weston commented, only to receive another glance from the man...that told him absolutely nothing as he turned back to the shelf to put the item away. 'Gawd. Damn it. Guess we'll have to settle this ourselves...' Weston thought with a sigh. "Shove off, loser. 0/10, no fashion sense, your shirt doesn't even have a loli on it. My grandma needs these crab legs for her crab model. It's going to be LIFE size. That could be like, a world record or something! Not that you would understand, uggo." All piggo tried to put his hand in Weston's face again, and Weston quickly backstepped to avoid the grope of his sweaty palm, a hand slipping into his pocket to pull out a switchblade and flick the weapon open. He paused though, changing his mind halfway through. Today wasn't that bad...yet. Maybe this could be a lesson, in exchange. "Colm, time to teach you a lesson in sticking up for yourself. Yukari may have a point about keeping you inside, but you need to fight for your rights a little more. Fight...for your right...to parrrrty! Yeowz~! But Beastie Boys references aside, I care about you man. As a friend. So imagine this guy is Yukari...and get those crab legs back. Even if you have to beat the s**t out of him." Was this how they should have gone about this particular lesson on sticking up for yourself? Probably not. But he was a recovering thug, and he knew a little bit more about this world than Colm gave him credit for, so if he followed his lead and handled this supermarket super situation, he just might grow as a person in the process. He might also have to run away, and if Yukari heard later (which she wouldn't) she'd be pissed...but those were the risks you had to take in order to call yourself a man! And if there was one thing that Weston was going to make sure of by the end of the day, it was that Colm was a little closer to being just that. A manly, manly man.
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2016 2:26 pm
 "Hard Luck" Hatsu Harima, the Heartbreak Kid"Aa, I'll stand my ground...I'll help you."It was difficult not to stare.
It wasn't that he was some uncultured schlep who had no chill and/or whose head was filled with such perverted schlock that he was practically twiddling his fingers and giggling in anticipation for what he could do with the visual buffet before him. It was far from it! And the Station's notoriously well-liked strip mall offered all sorts of visual distractions which were meant to pull the eye away from certain things and draw your attention to the shop beneath or beside the display, sucking you in so that they could satisfy your needs and desires for food, drinks, and recreation and get that almighty dollar in return. And even the sky above was beautiful, the cool September air crisp against his skin as they walked, and against her skin as they quietly paced down the street...but it was that skin which was the problem, in the end. Because it was there, and while he was used to seeing her shoulders fairly exposed in the more her outfits that she preferred to wear, there was also the smooth length of her back now and the creamy calves and thighs beneath a skirt that could...well, what if the wind were to pick up and he didn't want her to be embarrassed and...and...!
His cheeks had been vaguely red ever since they left the dormitory, and it didn't look like they were going to get any less colorful any time soon. No, he wasn't staring at her too much, and he was certainly going out of his way to try and be as chill as possible so that she wouldn't feel strange about what she was wearing, but the truth was that it was strange, extremely strange for her to be wearing a dress right now. Especially one that looked so fashionably...cute...and even if it wasn't her, it looked amazing on her, and nobody could blame him for the occasional glances in her direction as they walked, right? No court in the world would convict him. Still, he caught himself peeking at her face (to make sure she wasn't feeling too awkward, honest!) and glanced away sharply, swallowing hard. Were dates always supposed to be this...nerve-wrecking? He wished he had some frame of reference, but his terrible fortune in all the years past with women had left him rather bereft of experience with this sort of thing. He guessed likely correctly that this wasn't the first time she had ever gone out with someone, but he hoped that this time was a bit more...special compared with past instances. Because in his heart, whatever insecurities there were, he could feel that something important truly existed between them. Especially after that dream they shared...and especially after that night, after Kise had attacked their dorm. He knew it...but still, that was that, and this was...this was an honest-to-goodness date! His eyes wandered...and he shot them sharply to the shops once more, pausing outside of an establishment that he had considered before. It wasn't noodles, but perhaps this...?
"Aa...Seika, do you want to go in?" he glanced up at the sign, colorfully green and gold and beckoning them to enter with its flamboyance and familiarity. Nobody hated Wild Duck Burger. Even if it wasn't especially...well, special. Right? "We could go to a seafood place if you want, but..." he trailed off, a sweatdrop pacing itself as it rolled down the back of his neck. He couldn't remember if he'd ever told her about his allergy all of a sudden. If she really wanted, he supposed he could risk taking her for seafood, anyway...since he had known that it was her favorite for some time now. He at least knew what not to order. He'd just have to play it cool if the smell, or...if anything...well...as long as he didn't eat it he wouldn't die, right? And for Seika...
He rubbed at his arm and glanced at her shoulder, feeling warm again all at once. Whatever she wanted...that's what he wanted to do right now. They just...had to figure out where they wanted to go, right?
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