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Tokyo Ghoul ∑ [Reboot]

@Raijinslayer Discord links reset after a bit 'o' time so here's the new one

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I'mma nab Moon even tho I like some of Sun's version exclusives way more.

My favourite of the three starters is definitely Clown Seal's final evo, but there's only room for one Water-Fairy in my life. So Bowtie Owl is going to be the one I'm choosing. Unless Azumarill isn't available. Then I'm taking Clown Seal.

god i don't even know new release pokemon names what has my life come to

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So. Who's gonna buy Pokemon Sun and who's gonna buy Moon?

MASKS - A New Prequel

“This is a waste of time,” I yawn to Jonas, the EMT up at the front of the ambulance, and stretch my arms. I get the kinks in my joints out with satisfying pops, reenergizing my tired body just a little bit more. I glance my reflection in the perfectly shined metal. Tired bags hung under my eyes, making me look like I just got hauled through a knot hole. I’m always telling myself I’ll sleep earlier or take a nap, but I never do. Tonight for real, maybe.

“Dr. Bishop told us to keep you waitin’ here, and I wouldn’t want to be on the wrong side of one of his spine-crushings.” That one was from Rachel in the passenger seat. She and Jonas were here for injuries. I was here for the super injuries, in every respect of that phrase. “Besides, wouldn’t want you getting used as an example by those activist groups who want the government to crack down on independent capes,” I hear Jonas interject. Inwardly, I cringe at that comment.

“Mmm...” I agreed, fiddling around with my Nebula W7 for a bit, “I guess I can’t blame you guys.” I turn to look out the open ambulance door and at the looming Scarborough Enterprises building, lobby entrance already torn open by some mask by the time they’d arrived. I take a breath and aim the gun in my mind. My senses expand, like a magnifying glass and a filter both placed over my mind’s eye at the same time.

Female lupine. Female humanoid. Female humanoid. Female humanoid. Male humanoid. Several corpses. Large pool of blood. An infinitesimal amount of microbes (not that that was particularly unexpected). The rest of the facility was otherwise empty. The majority of the potential threat entities were gathered in one of the floors above, in an open room littered with dead. Adrenaline levels were skyrocketing in that room. From that, I could surmise that there was a high likelihood of a battle taking place above. Lower down, two lone figures stalk around the building. The closest one is the wolf near the lobby. I don’t know enough else to sniff out what it’s doing. Same for the other independent.

I rub my temples. On one hand, I could sit here, play phone, and wait out the storm. On the other hand, I could get in there, see what’s going on, and rally the two independent capes - or fight them off if they turn out to be villains acting as reinforcements for the fight above. I sigh loudly, getting a few sympathetic looks from the two up front. I was going to hate myself for either decision; I was sure of it.

I look back down to my phone, type some text, and set it down on the ambulance bench beside me. A few moments pass until I’m sure Jonas and Rachel are busy engrossed in this conversation about a certain TV show set in some fantasy world with a bunch of backstabbing, screwed up character fates, and some kind of game. At that point, I get the hell out of Dodge. Sorry Jo and Rach, but I’m pretty damn sure those capes aren’t professionals, and like hell I’m letting them get taken from behind by potential back up.

As soon as my feet hit the pavement, I’m running across the lot, the unzipped and oversized EMS jacket fluttering behind me. If I were in a better mood, I’d compare it to some kind of Baywatch-esque slowmo scene of a beautiful and heroic (sort of) young lady rushing to save the day (sort of) and put down conflict (sort of). I give a cheeky little wave to the cops that see me, but are helpless to stop me, as I enter the threshold of the Scarborough Enterprises building.

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I whistle loudly at the giant dog on the other end of the hallway. Probably not my best decision in hindsight, but at least I wasn’t holding a ball or a stick. Nope, none of those - just a ziploc full of appleseeds and whatever remained of my hopes and dreams. Which was why the other hand was empty.

Kek.

“Bow-wow,” I joke, raising my hands to show I meant know the wolf no harm. But even with that gesture, I load the gun in my mind. What was the saying? 'Offer one hand, but arm the other'? Something like that. I just didn't want to get caught off-guard if this hound didn't turn out to be a cape. “Not a bad guy, but I'm looking for them. Yourself?"

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Mentioned: @Raijinslayer
Burn Roll: 8
Burn Counter: 3
Conditions:

• Afraid (-2 to directly engage a threat)

MASKS - A New Prequel

oh right, Sophia was the name of Ermine's character jfc grey

MASKS - A New Prequel

For the roll, assume nothing happened, you're still affected by the gravity if Sophia's in the room, she is struggling to breath at the moment.

@Liliya

Wait, does this mean Blue isn't dead? Or am I getting my villains mixed up?

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@Vocab Kay, I'll send something your way.

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@Raijinslayer Posted. I'll send you a PM about what exactly the plan entails, but first I gotta sort out who else gets the PM.

So here's my question for the rest of the cast: Who has been closely observing COG movements (and I don't mean just keeping up with the news or rumor mill, but actually putting in effort), and what exactly have you been doing to do that?

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Mika Alkaev - Thunderstruck

After the first question, Mika looked at him long and hard, the remainder of his statement going in one ear and out the other. For a moment, he was like a statue until he saw the man start stomping forward, sparks dancing around him. If there was any doubt about the masked man’s identity, it would be long gone. The courier took a cautious step back--No, that was wrong, it looked like a step, it sounded like a step, but the distance he’d moved was definitely not a step.

“Right, right. You want your stuff, I get’cha,” He hand his hands up as assurance that he meant no harm. His first mistake - which he would realize once the staticky feeling of the man’s gloved hand landed on his shoulder - was taking his eyes off the man to sift through his knapsack. ‘Shiiiiiet.’ In one action, even the idea of having an idea to get out of a potentially escalating situation had been erased. While he didn’t have any intent of leaving a job undone - especially not for this particular employer - the fact he didn’t have the option rubbed him the wrong way; the Russian prided himself on his uncanny ability to get the hell out of Dodge, after all.

He made a strange, guttural groan. “Yeah. Makes sense,” Mika admitted with a shrug of his free shoulder, “Not like I can disagree. Customer satisfaction guaranteed, and all.” The blond dug into his bag and, apparently unaffected by the awkward tenseness of the situation, quickly withdrew the important contents: A bulky envelope, a lead-lined briefcase, and a datapad with stylus. Apparently the COG were very thorough with their documentation for a ragtag gang of gangs.

“Right,” Mika began, handing the datapad over first, “Just gotta sign this to make sure everything got through. There’s a questionnaire you can fill out for a chance to win some prize-” He stared blankly at the Hand of God. “-But you don’t seem like you’ll need that. ‘Specially with this.” He lifted the briefcase - the one filled with the requisite forward payment. “Expensive stuff. If any of the gangs knew about it, I’d’ve gotten mugged crossing the first street.”

Before passing the briefcase off, however, he thrust the envelope into the mercenary’s free hand. “...But even with that cash, this is what they wanted me to make sure I didn’t lose,” he explained, “Told me it’s some kind of contract. Nothing more, nothing less. S’not my business anyway.”

“Don’t wanna know what it is,” Mika would comment if the Hand of God read it in its entirety in front of him, “Do you want your receipt?”

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I'll aim for moving along at least Mika fo sho 2nite after work.

No work tomorrow so if i don't have homework i should be able to manage a sassan post