Fish of Oblivion

Kill la Kill: "False Flower Wreath"

Ohey, you're alive! Was getting a little worried when I saw how far back your last post was.

Anyways, adding you now. Don't worry about not talking much; just jump in when you need/want to.

Kill la Kill: "False Flower Wreath"

Alright, tried adding you.

Kill la Kill: "False Flower Wreath"

@Krauxis
@Hebigami
Do either of you two have Skype? Me, Tatsy, Art, Turbo and Green started a group up, only fair to invite you if you have Skype.

Digimon: The Convergence of the Human and Digital Worlds

It all returns, to nothing...

It all comes tumb-ling down, tumb-ling down, tumb-ling down...

Digimon: The Convergence of the Human and Digital Worlds

Happy New Year and all that. Now, excuse me while I go hide from the Angels.

Kill la Kill: "False Flower Wreath"

It was days like this that made Homura glad that he was a Two-Star. Having long since abandoned anything resembling a normal sleep routine, the short distance of the walk and the time it took to undertake it made his mornings easy to deal with. Usually waking between seven and half-past, he'd have at least half an hour to pull his shit together before he needed to get moving, and the assistance of an energy drink usually got him packing along way before then. There was always the Two-Star lounge if he wanted to catch some extra shuteye. Today, however, he'd woken up late; eight o'clock, almost on the dot, with only half an hour between himself and a late arrival. After a rush and a five-minute scramble to get ready, the fifteen minute walk had been knocked down to a mere ten in his haste. Whilst he was grouchy and bleary, he would make it in time for his first lesson; though he could already tell that was going to be little comfort as he walked through the archway of the academy and was practically assaulted by a blast of noise and energy. Grumbling something obscene, he adjusted his glasses, before grumbling again, removing them and giving them a quick wipe. Slapping them back on carelessly, he squinted in the bright morning light to catch sight of what was going on. Something about oppression... Freeing Honnouji Academy? And then there was that big sign... What did it say? 'No-Star Club'. ...

{Homura Murakami} {Literary Club President}

"Oh, fuck off," He grumbled to himself, sighing profusely and raising a hand to rub his temple as he realized it was another fucking attempt to start a shit-storm over the caste system, "I am WAY too tired for this shit." He quickly took a look around, looking at who else was present in the courtyard besides the gaggle of No-Stars and occasional dumbstruck One-Star. He caught sight of only one other distinctive figure; that one silver-haired bugger he'd seen around in the lounge a few times before now. Besides Homura himself, whitey seemed to be the only other Two-Star around to deal with the situation at the moment. Fan-freaking-tastic. Muttering further obscenities under his breath, he accepted he was going to have to take some responsibility here and began to make a beeline for the eye of the shitstorm- And then he caught a glimpse of a familiar face out of the corner of his eye. A girl, about his own age, seemingly indifferent to what was going on around her; just making her way towards the entrance with a group of rather disturbed-looking friends. "OI! KARASUMARU!" He suddenly yelled towards the figure, completely shifting gear as he watched the No-Star he was addressing flinch, as her friends froze themselves. "... Oh, good morning, sir?" The girl asked, turning and catching sight of the familiar sight of the Literary Club Captain, a little bit of nervousness creeping into her voice as she noticed the rather disgruntled expression on his face.

{Mukuro Karasumaru} {No-Star Student}

"You aren't part of this crap, are you?" He asked, pointing in the general direction of the commotion in the center of the square. "... Noooo?" She replied, a little more confident as she realized the Two-Star wasn't angry at her, as her friends remained frozen around her. "Good to hear. Do me a favour and tell old man Tenmyouji I'm going to be a little late, can you? Promised I'd track some notes down for him, but looks like it's me and whitey bugger over there that've gotta deal with this shit." "Sure? I mean, it's not like he can complain, is it?" "Thanks a ton," Homura replied, before he turned and resumed his beeline for the commotion, the disgrunted expression from before reappearing on his face with a sworn vengeance. And behind him, the girl just watched as he went, sparing only a somewhat pointed glance towards the stand in the distance, before resuming her walk towards the school as the girls around her finally gathered themselves from the shock and scrambled along behind her anxiously. He wouldn't get in serious trouble for being late, but her friends sure as hell would.

Digimon: The Convergence of the Human and Digital Worlds

>catching pokemon normally

casual scrub pls go

Nah, jk. I just do this shit for fun, plus it's interesting to put the effort in. And a Shiny Pokemon's nice whatever way you cut it, aye? :p

Kill la Kill: "False Flower Wreath"

Yoo, Tatsua, any progress on that IC?

EDIT: Also, the character we were talking about:

SHE HAS NO STYLE, SHE HAS NO GRACE, THIS NO-STAR HAS A FUNNY FACE

Name: Mukuro Karasumaru
Gender: Female
Rank: No-Star
Appearance: "Erm... Hi? Can I help you with something?"

Personality: Mukuro is, in short, an oddity. Not because she's unusual in and of herself, no; rather, she's an oddity in that she is the familiar and mundane amongst the bizarre and surreal. She seems to be a weird bastion of normalcy within the often-surreal environment of Honnouji Academy; one of the few sane and normal individuals amongst a breeding ground of weirdos, psychopaths and chuunibyous. Her personality is a mixture of the everyday; cynical yet essentially good-natured, somewhat sardonic and yet welcoming, firm yet friendly.

One thing that does seem to define her, however, is a nature as a cheapskate; the idea of wasting money seems almost toxic to her, and her otherwise normal and amiable persona can be flipped on its ear by attempting to take any of her hard-earned dosh.

Bio: Mukuro came with her father to Honnou Town almost immediately after she finished Junior High. Having fallen into trouble with the law on the mainland, the various slums of the island were decent refuge, and the grants from Honnouji Academy for Mukuro's enrollment was just enough to sustain them. She adapted to the madness of Honnouji quickly enough; and now in her second year, she's managed to stay well out of trouble whilst working various jobs around Honnou Town to obtain further support for herself and her father (though mostly herself- her father's content to drink himself into a stupor most of the time, and she doesn't want to have to put up with that level of reckless spending).

Abilities: Despite otherwise being a normal No-Star girl to all intents and purposes, Mukuro does seem to be unusually athletic and acrobatic; whatever this portends is anyone's guess, but it HAS contributed to her staying out of trouble for so long.

Digimon: The Convergence of the Human and Digital Worlds

Dude, mixed Zekrom is pretty much the only way to go. His physical movepool's so shite it isn't even funny, and STAB Volt Switch is sexy as fuck. And yes, I was using a Synchro.

Digimon: The Convergence of the Human and Digital Worlds

Naive. Pretty good, definitely acceptable.