Duoya

Komei Academy

Daichi stood stoically in the doorway, covering every open crevice. While he did so, he heard the murmur of Sazama as she whispered into the communicator resting on her ear. Luckily, a message was replied in Daichi's own communicator, and Shoko was coming to his aid! Daichi remained still, and would have looked incredibly threatening in the dark light of the abandoned floor. Had he not been shaking violently and clawing at the small form of a girl clinging to his entire body. As she was undressing, Daichi's convulsions had started, which were only exemplified by Sazama moving towards him. W-was she attracted to a monster like him? Daichi was never into a person in that way before, but he always enjoyed the idea of possibly getting into a relationship. To be honest, Daichi didn't even feel anything sexual when she removed her clothing, just a profound unease and awkwardness. Maybe he was just really popular? As she wrapped her arms around Daichi and held him with strength that was clearly far stronger than someone of her size, Daichi realized why she had removed her clothes... And also why she had preemptively apologized.

An intense burning sensation crossed throughout Daichi's body wherever she touched. Daichi, having just realized that she also possessed inhuman strength, was unable to notice that her heat was emitted through her tattoos, which he had believed were aesthetic. This was probably because he was too busy trying to claw her off of him, to no avail. She had successfully dug her hands into his shoulder blades, gripping his stone-like flesh with her life. Daichi began to wonder if she might be hurt from the hard texture, before a familiar voice nearly caused him to weep in joy.

Shoko made it! And she... looks a little strange... Daichi didn't notice how awkward it must have been to walk in on a girl clinging onto a monster with barely any clothes on like her life depended on it. Following her orders, Daichi quickly decided that the best bet was to take her with him. Daichi wrapped an arm around Sazama's torso, Daichi grabbed the hostage before turning and running towards the stairway to the roof. Obviously, the light would impede Daichi's capabilities... And that was also why having this girl cling to him was so dangerous. She glowed like a human-sized nightlight, and Daichi could feel him grow weaker as she grew brighter, and hotter.

Shoko's message over the communicator was an ingenious plan, and Daichi was not at all surprised that he had not thought of it. Jumping from the roof of a three-story building, while obviously suicidal for a normal human, would only hurt Daichi moderately. Compared to having the living hot plate attached to him... Daichi was definitely going to pick the former. Daichi ran up the stairway, and made sure to hold onto the girl very tightly. As he did so, he finally burst onto the rooftop, and continued his run, before the heat began to become unbearable. Completely ignoring Shoko, Daichi threw the hostage to her side, and barreled his way to the edge of the roof top, before jumping off into the air.

While there, he remembered his fear of heights. His grip on Sazama tightened even further as this realization struck him. The things he had to do to get get extra credit...

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Summoners of Babel

Will post sometime today or early afternoon tomorrow.

Komei Academy

Will post sometime soon

Code Geass - War For the Homeland

The infiltration went almost too well. Of course, Robert did look exactly like a Britannian, so it was to be expected. Then again, it was truly remarkable how General Sho was able to obtain these uniforms. Robert smiled absentmindedly, lightly tracing his hand over the white cloth of his lab coat. Even in a foreign, hostile area, he still had a lab coat to keep him comfort. The uniforms authenticity, coupled with the average incompetence of a Britannian, resulted in the group easily passing by any patrols they encountered. The jeep they were inside bumped along the landing area, causing Robert to feel slightly nauseous. As he grumbled, a decently-sized weapon was placed into Robert's hands, and he looked longingly at the pistols being deposited next to the others. Robert leaned over to the Shiomi and the Russian, before quietly making a remark.

"I have no damn clue how this thing works. Anyone want to trade?"

If one of them did, then Robert would take the pistol, before sliding into an inner pocket of his lab coat. If not, he would whine a little, and sit with the sub machine gun in his lap. Either way, he would constantly look over his shoulder, expecting a Britannian to be feet away, weapons drawn. Garcia made a rather amusing comment, and Robert chuckled heartily.

"It's just like the EU military, except you have less of a chance to be shot on sight, and it smells nicer!"

Robert laughed heartily, before quickly stopping as the base came into view in the distance. Say what you want about Britannia, it sure as hell knows how to build a base... or they have much more funding than Robert had initially predicted. Garcia, or as Robert liked to refer to him, Joker, reminded the group to not speak Japanese. Robert smiled slightly. Of all the languages he knew, Japanese was his weakness, and his accent and poor pronunciation shined through as if uninhibited. Comparatively, however, his English was incredibly proficient, mainly due to the incredible concentration of Knightmare schematics being written in the language. Robert was confident he could fake his way in, and blame any mistakes he made as simply being stationed in area eleven for too damn long. Following the hackers advice, Robert grabbed one of the helmets, gently lowering it over his face. While his peripheral vision suffered slightly, and he looked just like these idiots running all over the base, he was much less recognizable. While Robert didn't know the extent of his reputation, the Britannians were not people someone could take risks with.

The jeep soon slowed to a stop, and Robert stepped out immediately, a little carsick. He had already decided to act like a perfectly loyal and subservient Britannian dog, following the orders of his "Commander", Garcia. All he had to do now was make his way into a heavily guarded Britannian military base, successfully hack into the enemy Knightmares, and escape without being pumped full of lead and murderlation. No pressure or anything.

[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.