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[Love Less] | In the Game of Love, Everyone Loses

The wind blew with a surprising amount of force, causing Derick to steady himself against the unwavering gale. Unbeknownst to him, a plastic bag floated by his side, tittering between calm, gentle floating and rapid successive movements. Along with the shift in the air came an aroma that Derick knew all too well: a strange combination of coffee, an incredibly powerful aura of calmness, and the scent of exhaust that covered every inch of the concrete jungle. The scent of a cafe.

Derick calmly glided in a random direction, eventually finding his way to the edge of the curb. Tapping the side of the curb, Derick slowly made his way to what felt like a lamp post. Careful inspection with large, calloused fingers revealed the thing he had been searching for - The crossing button. Derick lightly pressed onto the button, as numerous thoughts passed through his head, shifting and turning from a slight anxiousness, to a small glint of hope, before eventually returning to the usual apathetic and nihilistic thought process he usually followed. His leather jacket hung loosely off of him, but then again, it didn't really matter how he looked. After all, he wasn't interested in a relationship any time soon, and he wasn't able to appreciate how he looked anyways. Besides, It's not like it mattered anyways. Music was blind, and it was the only lover he needed. The slight comfort and familiarity of the strap around his torso reminded him of this, before the honking of a horn alerted him to remove the headphones, which he was always told to never wear when he was trying to go somewhere. It appears that Derick had not managed to make it to the other side of the street in time, and he hurried, a soft clacking emanating from his cane wherever he went.

Derick had began to wonder why he even decided to come here in the first place. It was probably some trick to scam people who can't hold a relationship into wasting their time and money. After all, the advertisement was on some random YouTube video, and even though it said it was free, these kind of things always said they were. A soft sound escaped from Derick lips as he hoisted himself onto the curb on the opposite side of the street. He was never quite as in-shape as he would have liked, but then again, being unable to see always made things seem more dangerous than they actually were. Derick lightly contemplated the idea of simply returning home. He still had time, even though he has essentially wasted a perfectly good Thursday evening. His phone buzzed slightly, alerting him to the fact that he had made it to this "Love-More Café", and quickly ushering any thoughts of retreat from his mind. Derick gently pushed open the door, using the same soft force he would for cooking. A small bell chimed, and the sound of rustling could be heard nearby. Derick called out with a calm tone.

"Excuse me? Could someone please lead me to a woman named... Ms. Diane?"

The last part of his question had wavered slightly. Of all the times to forget someone's name... A somewhat elderly voice called out, responding to Derick's request. A soft grip enveloped his hand, and he was led to the corner of the small establishment, tapping his finger against the handle of his (now retracted) cane, matching the beat of the song with perfect rhythm. Eventually, he made his way to a seat, which he slowly lowered himself into, knees making a slight popping sound as he did so... He really needed to get in shape. Derick sat still, practicing the patience that blindness had cultivated in him for many years. Derick made sure that the instrument strapped across his back was safe from harm before relaxing slightly. If this wasn't a scam, others like him would show up soon, along with that mysterious "Love Guru". Unless, of course, they were already here. Derick chuckled slightly at the thought; it would probably be incredibly creepy for someone to just sit down and not say a word, their eyes closed the entire time. Even if this was fake...

...Well, there was always more places to search. Derick leaned back, jeans hanging loosely off of his legs and sunglasses tucked inside his jacket pocket. Worst case scenario, he just had to keep looking. And if that's the case, it probably wouldn't take too much longer.

How long can it take to search for your heart anyways?

[Love Less] | In the Game of Love, Everyone Loses

I'll post sometime today.

From the Weakest Goblin To the Greatest God

Going to wait for @Duthguy before posting again.

Komei Academy

I'm going to wait for the rest of my team to post before posting again.

Code Geass - War For the Homeland

Will post sometime tomorrow.

Komei Academy

Never mind, I'm a liar. Post is up, I'm off to bed.

Komei Academy

The tension in the air was thick, and Daichi exhaled like his lungs were cannons. Every breath was loud, and Daichi was left none the wiser of the incredible amount of noise he was generating. The sweat of the clone drenched Daichi's back in a slick sweat, causing him to whine slightly in disgust. That sound was immediately ceased when the sound of a creaking floorboard occurred two stories below. Daichi nearly stopped breathing, but almost immediately began to hyperventilate, breathing at a dangerously fast rate. Someone was climbing the stairs, someone was climbing the stairs, oh god, oh god, oh god-.

The creaking of a door near the beginning of the third floor caused Daichi's mind to race far faster than the dim boy was ever meant to. He heard the sound of a girl's voice, but it was to far away and too muffled to make out who was talking, and what was being said. Daichi, despite having barely any room in the small, enclosed space, immediately began to shiver in fear. The thought of losing that extra credit, which was going to be his sole lifeline in his academic career, and arguably his only chance at graduation... It terrified Daichi, to say the least. But then again... Hurting someone was just as horrible, if not worse... But... maybe it was okay? The nurse was available nearby, and maybe the teachers would step in if Daichi lost control... Daichi made his decision, but nearly lost control of his bowels when there was a hesitant knock on the door. A voice, which Daichi recognized as the sleepy Sazama, rung out. As it did, Daichi slowly touched the communicator on the side of his head, and silently whispered out a status to his teammates.

"I-I have t-trouble here, requesting backup i-i-immediately... I-if that's not t-too much to a-ask..."

As he gave out the response, Daichi felt someone pull against the door. He wasn't too worried, however. He was far stronger than a little girl, and there was no way in hell she would be able to open that door with him on the other side. Daichi doubted if her entire team pulling on the door would be able to open it, especially considering how dark the building and, by extension, the closet was. Daichi began to calm down - after all, he was pretty much assured safety, right? There was no way hero's would risk breaking down the room when there was a hostage inside... Daichi's recovery was short-lived, however, as the handle slowly began to heat up.

It took nearly 8 seconds until Daichi realized that it wasn't his hands sweating profusely, but rather the quirk of the intruder. It seems that the girl was some kind of pyrokinetic... As Daichi came to this conclusion, the handle began to grow hot... It wasn't like the heat itself was going to seriously injure him, but his grip began to grow slick with sweat, and it sure as heck wasn't going to be easy to hold the door like this... But... she would have to stop eventually if he did hold on, the hostage wasn't nearly as tough as Daichi himself... No. Even though he was playing the villain, Daichi knew that sacrificing another person was surely not the right choice. Daichi got himself ready, and threw open the door as hard as he could, easily ripping it from it's hinges. Now, easily towering over the girl stood Daichi, who was far stronger than he had felt in any of the PE classes before. But his stamina was probably still weaker than this girl, who was now covered in glowing tattoos... Dismissing the glowing circuits that covered most of her exposed skin, Daichi quickly got himself in a tight position, covering the doorway with his massive frame. As he did so, he entered into a safe guard, almost taunting the girl to try her luck with direct combat. During all of this, he kept himself silent. He knew that his voice was not the proper tone for a villain...

Daichi tightened his stance, matching the way his boxing instructors had taught him at the age of 12. His mother, always the worrier, wanted to be sure that Daichi knew how to protect himself... Which was already pretty easy considering his quirk... In the darkness, he looked truly intimidating, the only parts of his body clearly visible being his beady eyes, and his shining teeth. Daichi, however, saw his surroundings with perfect clarity, and noticed how the girl dodged his famous door-attack, which he had just invented seconds ago. Daichi briefly questioned why he was going to throw away a life of not using his quirk, a life of calm and gentle peace, by attacking this girl... But then he remembered the kind, smiling faces of those whom he helped back in Kyoto... He was doing this so he could do more good like that. Even if he had to hurt this girl... She was going to forgive him if he tried hard enough to make amends. The same could not be said about Daichi trying to forgive himself for failing something he is supposed to be amazing at...

Being sure to cover as much of the doorway as possible, Daichi prepared against an assault of heated strikes. Despite this, he felt a little... off. Why was she so confident earlier? Why did she say that weird phrase earlier when the heating began? Daichi shook these questions from his mind. That didn't matter. All that mattered was winning. He needed that extra credit... He needed all the help he could get to graduate this dang school... Daichi snarled slightly, in hopes of threatening and possibly unnerving the girl. He refused to move besides that, praying his teammates hurried to his location soon. Even if they didn't, however, Daichi wasn't to worried.

After all, what could a girl who didn't even reach his shoulders do to him, even if she had hot hands? Daichi was about to find out how wrong he was shortly.

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I'll get a post up tomorrow, promise. Got a little wrapped up in some other RPs, expect my post either in the morning or sometime around 4:00 PM tomorrow.

Code Geass - War For the Homeland

As it seemed the meeting was over, Robert had risen to his feet, ready to dismiss himself, when a familiar sound reached his ears. It was said in a very unfamiliar accent, and the words ran together in some places, but it was clearly the same language he had grown up knowing. Turning slowly to it's point of origin revealed the man, Fenrir, uttering the language. Robert stood, a poker face etched across his features, before cracking a light smile. Robert had a feeling he knew what the man was talking about when he referred to a " special mineral". After all, Sakuradite was arguably the most valuable resource on earth, and the Britannian empire would not have it's glory had it not been for the miraculous material. In the earlier years of it's use, many were opposed to relying so heavily on such a rare mineral, but those were all but hushed in the face of the Knightmare Frames overwhelming superiority. Now, the empire and all major world powers were clambering to get their hands on the wonder material. Hell, the whole reason the second pacific war was even started was because of the damn rocks! Just goes to show you how far people were going to go in the name of science.

Robert had personally thought up several designs of "Solar-Powered Knightmares", but all designs were far too weak and unsuitable for military use, and as a result, were usually dropped halfway through development. Robert opened his mouth to speak.

"Merci pour le compliment, Muscles. Je suis impatient de travailler avec vous aussi. Rappelez-vous juste: Les informations classifiées sont un non-go. Je ne veux pas mourir. Si vous avez des questions, ou avez besoin de travail sur votre knightmare, juste dire le mot."

"Oh, and do work on your accent. It is rather lacking. Until then, goodbye everyone!"

Striding off rather comically down the corridor, lab coat tailing behind him, Robert began asking for directions to his room. Several long minutes passed, and Robert finally arrived in a rather plain bedroom, clearly built for practicality rather than comfort. Robert began to sort out his luggage, organize his room, and finally took a shower.

The meeting had been nerve-wracking, and a shower was definitely needed. Besides, Britannians were incredibly snobby when it cam to this sort of thing. It would simply be out of character if he showed up smelling like a "dirty eleven". After several minutes, and a set of new clothes, Robert through his journal onto his bed. There was no way in hell he was taking it somewhere so dangerous. Robert spent several seconds gazing at his bland pilot suit, questioning his actions in the future mission. He turned, leaving the suit behind, and donning a fresh lab coat.

It was time for business.

Code Geass - War For the Homeland

Writing up a post now.