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New York, 1999 | Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

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A Star Wars SAGA Proposal

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Saisei: The Crimson Dawn

Location: Somewhere between the training grounds and academy

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The pain surged through his body like a series of lightning bolts, had their sensei really intended to use that much force on just one of these pipsqueaks. Sucking in the pain like his siblings taught him to, he chose to ignore it and put on a stalwart face for Ria. Although he did make it a point to repay his master given the chance to in their upcoming sessions. Looking down he met Ria’s gaze, her emotions slipping out more than he could keep up with. There were tears in her eyes masqueraded by a smile signaling she appreciated what he had done for her. Thanks, would have been enough for Enma, but Ria seemed greedy for more as she treaded closer to his face. Heat manifested itself in his cheeks and forehead causing sweat to draw out from his once pale, now rosy red skin.

Unsure what to do next never having been in such a precarious possession, Enma just nervously chuckled batting his eyes from left to right hoping he would be rescued instead. Ria finally emerged from her pensive though giving only a slight nod before shouting viciously in his face, getting droplets of saliva all over his face. The moody Uchiha vanished off in the distance hoping to cast her revenge on their sensei. With a flutter of relief Enma’s body collectively slouched once he let out a drawn-out sigh. Wiping the sweat from his forehead he smiled and looked at the sun, noting that there was still much time left in the day. Enma turned to his side at the use of his clan name, he had almost forgot Inokikue was watching silently in the back. “Pardon me, but we’ve actually met before. You might not remember me, but my brother is marrying your sister, so we’re step brothers.”

However, their conversation was cut short since he sprinted past him just as he was turning to face Kiku. It couldn’t be helped so it seemed, like the other two Enma took off into the direction of the training grounds. Tapping Kiku on the shoulder this time he pressed, “So what do we do now since we’re brothers?”

Steel Ball Run | Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

_Mention: 「 @Lord Orgasmo @Ambra 」

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Having been genetically gifted with a stand warranted a few things. One of which was nearly complete mastery of his stand up until this point from receiving it at an early age. This lent itself to many real-world applications most other stand users wouldn’t have thought of. Now when Jules first got up to follow him to the bathroom, he could sense there was something wrong going on inside her. His eyes narrowed in almost slit like fashion once he began to see the air entering and exiting her lungs were being interrupted. She had definitely broken some ribs and sustained some heavier damage from whatever scuffle happened outside. Of course, Airbag knew what had happened and who the culprit was, but it was better of her not to say or mention it to Joseppi. The two had a connection so close that words need not be spoken in order for them to communicate.

Accepting his offer the two moseyed on over to the powder room, once out of sight, almost instantly airbag appeared detached from Joseppi. The two exchanged glances before he nodded his head in approval to her next actions. Encroaching behind Jules, Airbag stood silent in order to not be noticed. She lingered behind her as if she were Jules’ shadow, undetectable. Her silver almost metallic hands stretched out slowly reaching for what one might guess was her neck. Was she going to choke her? Was this the end for Jules before it could even really begin? Her open palms stopped just short of entering Jules’ view and instead air erupted from her palms and began pumping inside of Jules’ mouth. In other words, Airbag was creating an air tank for Jules to correct her breathing and remove agitation she was putting on her lungs by straining herself to breathe. She would feel relief almost instantly, but with no knowledge as to why it was happening.

Despite his appearance and the way, he carried himself, Joseppi was actually quite the softy and anyone he valued as more than an acquaintance obviously meant he had a duty to. There was no doubt she was scared of him and having picked up on her little discreet warning sign to Donny on her way out only confirmed it. He reached inside of his vest ready to pull out the flower from before he was ready to give her, but upon entering the lady’s washroom he quickly tucked it away having been greeted by Annie. “Now to what do I owe the pleasure? I wasn’t expecting to have a Ménage à trois so early into this race”
he said feeling the tension constricting Jules ease up a bit seeing she wasn’t alone.

Shelter

Location: Teacher's Lounge -- Group Discussion

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par·a·site | an organism living in, with, or on another organism in parasitism.

This was the only word that stuck out in the echoes of his mind. It wasn’t the first time he had seen or heard of such a phenomenon occurring, especially not in the insect kingdom. Parasites were rampant in not just insects but all creatures ranging in size and species. Maybe it was just god’s way…no…maybe it was just the universes way of keeping the balance of the world, ensuring that entropy was keeping order. Now there were several kinds of parasites, ones like horsehair worms that lived in grasshoppers or praying mantis’ or the infamous zombie parasite. One in which spores released from a fungus end up attaching themselves to ants, penetrative the exoskeleton and effectively mind controlling the ant. A process that forces the ant to wait for its death while the fungus takes over. Yeah that was more plausible and closer to what was happening now.

Having survived all of high school, it was Xan’s last year as not just a student at Stockbridge High, but as a senior too. No doubt the gravity of selecting a university and sealing his fate for another four years was looming over him with what only felt like a few months of release during the summer. SAT and ACT prep was being shoveled down his throat; not to mention the impending prom event his parents were forcing him to go to. Who would he even ask? It’s not like he was Varsity team captain of any team or Homecoming king. Thankfully though, all that took a back seat when news started to pour in by the masses of people falling violently ill. At first Xan thought nothing more of it than a one-off coincidence just like when Florida man was high on bath salts and ate that other guys face off. It wasn’t until stories started to mirror each other so perfectly that he himself began to buy into the hype.

First the fire alarms went out, then the PA system started spewing telegraphed safety messages, preemptively prepared by the superintendent in attempts to keep students calm. Definitely accomplished the opposite when chaos erupted in the halls and the school was put on lockdown. Xan was kind of lost looking off into space trying to grasp the situation. Never had he been in such a precarious position as the one he was facing right now, hell he had been home schooled for more than half of his lie. The most he had to worry about was not burning his grilled cheese while raiding in World of Warcraft. Luckily for him he was sucked back into the real world when some student nearly took him out running from what sounded like one pissed off zombie. Activating his flight or fight response he chose the former looking around for any and all escape routes. His eyes found no exit, instead perhaps something better in the form of Rosemary Fitzgerald.

She seemed cold and calculating enough to know what’s what. That coupled with her being on the softball team meant she knew how to use a blunt force weapon despite being vertically challenged. Rubber screeched against the floor after Xan floored it to the teachers’ lounge behind Rosemary. He was one of twelve kids who made it inside before they decided to board all the exits and entrances heavily. Taking deep breathes he looked around recognizing almost all their faces, just not their names. Rosemary’s suggestion of a plan was brilliant in that it began to unite the twelve in the room together with hopes of surviving in the allotted time they had left. Someone mentioned a car while Kaylee asked if anyone knew what was going on. Elvina on the other hand vocally displayed her dislike of that idea. Sheepishly, Xan raised his hand in attempts to catch someone’s attention. “I…uhh..I’m not sure if this counts, but I think I know what’s going on. Or at least I’ve seen it happen before just not in humans…” he knew just how futile his efforts were and how stupid he must have sounded. “Anyways maybe we should see what everyone has on them that we can use to get out of here.” Whatever they decided, Xan just wanted to survive.

Shelter

Alexander “Xan” Abbot

_{Age 18 - Scorpio - Senior - 6’0 - Alex Wolff}

“I’d like to think I try my best not to step on ants.”

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Appearance Details

Neatly messy would be the best oxymoron to describe Xan. In an oddly satisfying way, his natural dark curls bend and coil in all directions with a distinct volume. His features are dark and thick from the amount of hair on his eyebrows to his lined-up beard. A single mole is one of two distinct facial features, the other being his malformed nose from an incident that he never really recovered from. Xan isn’t particularly physically inclined, so his slim body paired with his height make for an almost lanky appearance. His style stays within the realm of monochromatic colors mixed with a modern touch of fashion often branching off into a semi business casual.

Characterization

Having been home schooled for nearly all his life has rather stumped Xan’s social growth. Xan has your standard introvert load out mixed with a homebody. Xan never did guess why his parents decided to teach him from home rather than a public school. Maybe it was the crime rate moving on the up and up or perhaps it was just because the hustle and bustle of the streets of New York City would be too much for him. Regardless of whatever their reasons were, he never complained nor wanted to change what wasn’t broken. His parents never kept him from exploring his options or interests, instead the opposite, supportive and investing all their morale in boosting their sons.

This later manifested in two hobbies that went hand in hand. One was his love and fascination with insects, which led to his passion for Entomology otherwise known as the study of insects. Not only was he fascinated by them, but he collected them by the barrel, well figuratively speaking. Whether it was live insects to keep as pets or dead ones he preserved and labeled with the proper species and genus, Xan found his true calling. This worked in tandem with his second hobby which was drawing. How exactly was drawing and insects connected? Well, he drew all the insects he discovered and cataloged them in a sort of bestiary if you will, but for insects contrary to mythical creatures. His art was mostly focused in charcoals and fine ink accompanied with cursive writing to capture all the information needed to know in case he was ever stuck in the wild.

His hobbies only strengthened his curiosity and willingness to learn, always questioning people and things until he got answers that made sense to him. While he didn’t like to interact per say, knowing the answer took precedence in his mind thus pushing him out of his comfort zone from time to time. This could come off as annoying to some since people don’t like to be challenged or refuted, but Xan has no ill intent. It wasn’t until recently that Xan wanted to expand his understanding of the world outside the walls of his house and the insect exhibitions in the Museum of Natural History.

And so halfway through his high school career his parents decided to move to Michigan as only the most prestigious of schools would suffice for their sons natural learning talents. With that, Xan found himself as the new kid at Stockbridge academy, where we mostly kept to himself and his studies while learning how to conform to social norms. Being the new kid usually lent itself to having a free pass into the social hierarchy for any high school, but sadly it was passed up by Xan as he didn’t know how to completely capitalize on it. So, he suffered from the condition where you’re popular but not popular enough to really mesh in any group to the point you could call people your friends.

So, for now, Xan prefers to keep his head down and spend his time in the art club where he feels less constrained by the weary eyes around him. Who knows, maybe if he survives High School then College could be different for him.

Inventory

- Uni Pen 200
- Insect Diary
- Feather forceps
- Magnifying hand lens

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Shelter

Xan

Alexander “Xan” Abbot

_{Age 18 - Scorpio - Senior - 6’0 - Alex Wolff}

“I’d like to think I try my best not to step on ants.”

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Appearance Details

Neatly messy would be the best oxymoron to describe Xan. In an oddly satisfying way, his natural dark curls bend and coil in all directions with a distinct volume. His features are dark and thick from the amount of hair on his eyebrows to his lined-up beard. A single mole is one of two distinct facial features, the other being his malformed nose from an incident that he never really recovered from. Xan isn’t particularly physically inclined, so his slim body paired with his height make for an almost lanky appearance. His style stays within the realm of monochromatic colors mixed with a modern touch of fashion often branching off into a semi business casual.

Characterization

Having been home schooled for nearly all his life has rather stumped Xan’s social growth. Xan has your standard introvert load out mixed with a homebody. Xan never did guess why his parents decided to teach him from home rather than a public school. Maybe it was the crime rate moving on the up and up or perhaps it was just because the hustle and bustle of the streets of New York City would be too much for him. Regardless of whatever their reasons were, he never complained nor wanted to change what wasn’t broken. His parents never kept him from exploring his options or interests, instead the opposite, supportive and investing all their morale in boosting their sons.

This later manifested in two hobbies that went hand in hand. One was his love and fascination with insects, which led to his passion for Entomology otherwise known as the study of insects. Not only was he fascinated by them, but he collected them by the barrel, well figuratively speaking. Whether it was live insects to keep as pets or dead ones he preserved and labeled with the proper species and genus, Xan found his true calling. This worked in tandem with his second hobby which was drawing. How exactly was drawing and insects connected? Well, he drew all the insects he discovered and cataloged them in a sort of bestiary if you will, but for insects contrary to mythical creatures. His art was mostly focused in charcoals and fine ink accompanied with cursive writing to capture all the information needed to know in case he was ever stuck in the wild.

His hobbies only strengthened his curiosity and willingness to learn, always questioning people and things until he got answers that made sense to him. While he didn’t like to interact per say, knowing the answer took precedence in his mind thus pushing him out of his comfort zone from time to time. This could come off as annoying to some since people don’t like to be challenged or refuted, but Xan has no ill intent. It wasn’t until recently that Xan wanted to expand his understanding of the world outside the walls of his house and the insect exhibitions in the Museum of Natural History.

And so halfway through his high school career his parents decided to move to Michigan as only the most prestigious of schools would suffice for their sons natural learning talents. With that, Xan found himself as the new kid at Stockbridge academy, where we mostly kept to himself and his studies while learning how to conform to social norms. Being the new kid usually lent itself to having a free pass into the social hierarchy for any high school, but sadly it was passed up by Xan as he didn’t know how to completely capitalize on it. So, he suffered from the condition where you’re popular but not popular enough to really mesh in any group to the point you could call people your friends.

So, for now, Xan prefers to keep his head down and spend his time in the art club where he feels less constrained by the weary eyes around him. Who knows, maybe if he survives High School then College could be different for him.

Inventory

- Uni Pen 200
- Insect Diary
- Feather forceps
- Magnifying hand lens

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Steel Ball Run | Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

_Mention: 「 @Lord Orgasmo 」

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Everyone was settling in quiet nicely with each other after the whole incident that occurred not too long ago outside that Joseppi had no recollection of. With the introduction of music, half of the original crowd decided to stay and continue their drinks in hope the liquor would make them forget sooner than later. While the rest of the crowd used this much needed distraction to quietly scatter out one by one, their footsteps lost in between jingles and disks skipping. Alas it was finally the moment where some, if not all, the top competitors could stop and catch their breath. After he served everyone on the line, he slammed his own cup back as if it were made of water. There was no burning down his esophagus or wince from the smell nor the texture. Now personally the lone ranger would have rather liked his whiskey on the rocks in front of the wide-open country sipping it to his delight, but he was under different circumstances now.

As the last of them trickled in and took their drinks he began refilling them, continually topping them off. It was common to know loose lips sank ships or in this case horses, but nevertheless betwixt the intoxication and warming atmosphere soon enough he would get his answers. Jules had her hand specifically in sinking horses with that there stunt she pulled toppling riders in the dozens over just to claim her spot in the top five only to shortly lose it thereafter. Not paying too much attention to those around him and their own goings he kept his gaze on Jules hoping she would be the one to slip up first. Well, she did, but not the way he would have wanted. Instead the liquid spewed out of her mouth instead of her secrets, directly towards his face. Luckily his focus was already set on her, allowing for Airbag to act accordingly. Much slower than a speeding bullet caused less of an alarm within her, instead a wall of high velocity wind sprang up in front of him catching the combo drink.

Once it hit the wall it curved upwards and back to Jules at quiet the accelerated rate, if Airbag had visible lips there would have been a slight smirk in its place. Joseppi on the other hand could smile and simply tipped his hat down so the shadows could obscure his crooked smile. “More you say? Well sure little lady, although I hope you can keep it down longer than last time” he said toying with her, “Good thing I didn’t bring out the top shelf stuff now that would have been a waste.” Tilting his hat up, he grabbed the towel from his shoulder and rung it out, sliding it on the bar top towards Jules, “I reckon you better clean yourself up” he said before cutting himself off early, “Actually I had another idea why don’t we go to the powder room and clean ourselves up?” Now one might be confused as to why Joseppi suggested as much without having a single drop on him. This plagued his mind as well, so in an instant joseppi spilled his shot glass on his chest.

This of course upset Airbag as she just saved his linens from being soaked in liquor and saliva, but there wasn’t much in the way she could do with her user as defiant as Joseppi. “Now what do you say? I think we should finish that talk from earlier” his tone was slightly less inviting than it was back then, so she really didn’t have much of a choice anyways.

Steel Ball Run | Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

_Mention: 「 @Lord Orgasmo 」

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Leading the crew into the bar he hadn’t noticed the ongoing of what was transpiring around with Simon, Jules, and Donny. Out of the bunch, Annie was the only one he was okay with and took quite the liking too. If it wasn’t just for her body it would have been the existence of neon as well, it was the first time Joseppi encountered a sentient stand that could speak on its own accord. Most of the time if not always, stands never spoke and if they did it was just in grunts, gurgles of blood, or his patented ORA! So, you could say he had a favorite so far in the race and it wasn’t coincidence that she ended in second place either. Like a shepherd leading his flock of sheep as Abraham or Jacob from the bible would have, Joseppi lead the stray sheep into the bar one after another. Except they were slightly afraid of him as if he were more of a wolf in sheep’s clothing rather than a beloved shepherd.

Heading into the bar he could feel the heat on his shoulders and the stares glued to his spine. Admittedly he lost his temper and lashed out uncharacteristically at first, but he had gone through a rough patch and never met so many stand users in one setting. Whenever he turned his head it was as if he cracked a whip with each change of direction. Each crack causing the patrons to jump in their seats hoping the man haunted by ghosts would kindly leave them alone. The shared patronage they once had at the beginning was gone, only to be reduced to fear and loathing. It was a surprised the race officials hadn’t caught wind of what was going on, either that or they simply didn’t want to be involved with bad press so early into the race amidst their investors. Then again, any publicity was good publicity.

Annie was the first to request a drink in her cheery attitude, he would have never taken her for a dark liquor kind of girl. Instead of sitting at the front of the bar he made his way behind the bar and squared off against the bartender. Their eyes matching ferocity in gaze which almost electrified the room, “Why don’t you just go on home. I did enough damage here and you’ve been more than kind with me. Tell you what” Joseppi exclaimed after reaching into his vest and pulling out a large bag of coin. “How bout you take what I’ve given you for that there door and the rest of this bag as my offer to be co-owner of this here establishment.” Again, the air fell silent before the bartender smiled and shook Joseppi’s hand before taking the bag and exiting from behind the bar. On his way out he started the jukebox up once more and the environment of the room changed with the introduction of sultry notes that were both uplifting and fun.

He took one look out the crowd outside and shook his head before turning away and moving on with his handsome reward. Inside Joseppi slapped a towel over his shoulder and went to work as full-time bartender. He laid out four cups with two blocks of ice each, suddenly pouring a bottle of whiskey across each of them leaving a liquid trail around the outside of the rims. While he was intrigued to drink with Annie, he was more looking forward to retrieving his poster and finishing where he left off with that J. Zeppoli.

A Blade's True Test (Mercenary Company Sci-fi RP that actually has an ending)

Not sure everyone seemingly vanished.