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You mean Sume-San? Or are you talking about our inactive players?
It would be great if we all posted exactly what we were waiting for. In my case, the timeskip, like a few others.

@AoStar You need to tell us who you're waiting for most of all.
I'm still here too.

Of course, there will come a point where we either have to start axing people or stop.
Well, unless you were expecting a timeskip, then you never responded to Bozo.

Shiho hasn't posted in some time either.

And of course cunfuzzler appears to have dropped off the internet.

Well, this quietened down in good time.

What I wouldn't give for an RP with consistent activity for longer than a week.
Atasuke's gonna go postal, huh? So, anyone heard anything from cunfuzzler? Cause I think they might be gone.
Hajime's getting started on that training montage.
Hajime
Hajime wondered if he shouldn't have expected something terrible when Shuu started laughing like a psycho. It was as if he had jinxed himself with that one thought. "Son of a bitch!" He cursed under his breath. He then promptly stormed out of the room. He could care less about Mishi's protests or the fact that Sume-san might be dead. He had the worst of it; he had to put up with Isabella for the whole tournament! Who knew how long this tournament could be? No matter what, this was bound to be the worst tournament he had ever participated in. Outside, Hajime had prepared his custom order training dummy. It was fashioned from the rarest metals known to man, and was nigh indestructible. It would've been excessive for anyone else, but for Hajime, it was the only thing that could endure his godlike strikes. He was going to be making good use of this dummy, not simply to prepare for the upcoming tournament, but also because he felt he was going to be in a perpetual bad mood from now until they got their vacation. As he rained blow after blow on the mannequin, the ground around him shook with each and every attack. The house was going to start trembling a bit too.
It's as if someone gave you an ever so subtle hint.
Hajime
At first Hajime had thought that his question would be lost in this mess of activity. He himself was distracted by all the new hijinks, with Kei carrying Shuu out of the room, and Atasuke and Anami getting down to the cleaning. The shrieking of both Kei and Koneko accompanied everything. He was about to get up to help with the cleanup, after all, who better than him? But then, Shuu returned and answered his question from earlier. Hajime had to admit, he was mildly reliable. Very mildly. But he was more concerned with the announcement that they would be participating in a tournament. "Now you're talking my language!" He exclaimed. Hajime had been competing in martial arts tournaments since he was a kid, and he won every single one of them. Of course, this 'tournament' was being hosted by a fruity sounding company that probably didn't intend for them to get through by punching everything. But that was okay; Hajime was brilliant enough that he would get through or punch enough things to succeed anyway. "Do we get to pick our partner?" He asked. Hajime felt he didn't need a partner, but he could think of plenty of people that would be a pain to be saddled with. Isabella was first on that list, as even if she could probably handle herself she would be nothing but a nagging wind in his ear. If they were going to get chosen randomly, then it would be the devil's luck that he would have to endure her nonsense the whole time. All he really needed was a partner that would shut up and let him lead the way to victory, however.
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