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9 yrs ago
Current To all I'm in RPs with: I apologise if my replies are sparse. Life isn't kind.
10 yrs ago
BLUH

Bio

My name is DJ.
I am a roleplayer.
A roleplayer of roughly a good decade now.
I write a lot of things, and am able to roleplay a lot of things.

Random Things about me
- I run a small YouTube channel.
- I listen to a helluva lot of music. Love music.
- I'm from Singapore. It's a little island in Southeast Asia.

Anywho, I've not been RPing for a long long time, but here I am, hopefully to make a few friends and RP some.

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Izuki Goemon


"What the fuck?!"

As the train car lurched from side to side, she grabbed onto one of the many vertical poles with an arm. Her other instinctively tightened around Mari, holding her extra tight. The floor vibrated and heaved from side to side, almost causing her to lose her balance and her grip on the blind girl.

Then, almost as suddenly as it had began, it stopped. Izuki opened her eyes, eyes that she didn't even realise were squeezed shut. Aside from everyone who was moving, the statues and the car itself were misty. Glowing blue. Strange, almost dream like. But insanely fucking weird.

"What the fuck...?"

The ground gave another tremor. Izuki instinctively pulled Mari close to her as she held onto the pole.

"Oh fuck me, it's definitely not safe here. We need to split, like, no- "

That was, of course, when the little blue pixie decided to phase through a wall and then crash spectacularly into the silver haired boy's face.

Wait.

What.

"-w what THE FUCK?!"

The little sprite hovered and hid itself inside one of their jackets as the ground rumbled and shook. Once the tremor had passed, it emerged and went to the body of the fallen boy, almost like it was feeling for his pulse.

The train car was silent. Izuki's brain tried to process what in the seven hells had just happened.

Then the little sprite asked them a question and she snapped.

"Us?! What about you?! You fucking fly in, clock this guy in the face, then you fly around and fucking act if everything's okay, which it fucking isn't! What the fuck is going on?! And who the fuck are you?!"
Oh my god it's a sprite.

QUICK PROTOTYPE IT WITH THE NEAREST PARTY MEMBER

Also @Attis you should totally draw the party.
Matsumoto might be a senpai type from the way he acts, but I'm not so sure he'd be a good senpai. XD
The use of Homestuck here makes me chuckle.

Stupid Hussie. Hasn't updated the comic in ages.
@Undinebutt Was actually waiting on you to get a reply to Izuki helping Mari towards the rest of the PCs.
I also figured I'd write a little differently than everyone else. Since Matsumoto is like one of those quirky students, he's embodying a noir detective. First person, baby.
Matsumoto


The final bell rang.

Just like it always did.

Days like these, you just wanted to sleep in. Make it your day, not someone else's. Do the stuff you wanted to do. Not homework.

But I was getting carried away.

I grabbed my coat off the back of my chair and rose. Lit club was today, and I definitely couldn't be late. It was activities like these that made student life at least somewhat bearable. Today we were gonna take a look at Tolstoy. War and Peace. I hadn't even finished the damn thing, book was like a tank.

I draped my coat over my shoulders. Made no sense to wear it; too hot in the hallways anyway. Outside, now that was another story.

The conversations around me flowed like a river. Friends meeting friends, classmates making new friends, same ol' same ol'. Life in high school was like that.

Lit club was held in the library down the hall. Always there, same time every week. Soccer club immediately the next day, at the field outside. Stuff to keep a man's life regular. Scheduled. I think I'd go mad without it.

With a toothpick in my teeth, I strolled out the classroom. Club wasn't due to start for another few minutes. I could take my time. Stroll my way there, take in the atmosphere.

Just another day at school.
@Sombrero

As she sighed and relaxed, she couldn't help but notice the incessant beeping coming from outside her door. It had started slow and faint, but had risen in volume ever since she'd returned.

"What the hell...?"

Else stood and went to the door, peering out the peephole.

"Hello...?"

Then her hand slowly and cautiously reached for the door handle and turned it, pulling it open.
Alright, does anyone wanna make friends with the duster wearing soccer playing book nerd?
PFC Kane O'Connor


"Son of a bitch."

Callum had approached him earlier with the news. Enemy advance party, twenty men, heading in from the north. Defensive positions. For him, that meant the small watchtower at the right of the camp. He had gobbled down his breakfast and rushed straight to his bunk to gear up.

Right now he was finishing up his ECHS donning. The enemy could be at their very door and he wouldn't be ready. As he slipped on his helmet, the automated systems within turned themselves on and synced with the rest of his suit. A quick diagnostics check followed; his arm blade extended and stowed itself, then his lenses cycled through all their vision modes, before returning to regular vision.

Kane grabbed his pistol from his locker, stuffed it into his holster, and snagged his rifle as he took off running. He vaulted halfway up the short ladder to the watchtower and climbed the rest of the way up, situating himself facing the north entrance. He sat his rifle's bipod on the rim of the tower wall, then patched himself into the crew's shared comms network.

"O'Connor here. I'm in overwatch at the tower."
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