HachiRoku

By the gods... (Norse Mythology in modern times rp)

Seems pretty cool. I'd be down for Ullr.

Fukushima Uesugi Senior High

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Class 2-C, Uesugi High, Fukushima
8:24 AM
@AdmrlStalfos19

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I don't wanna know your name
Cause you don't look the same
The way you did be- hm?

Had it not been for the makeshift ball of paper that had bounced off his leg, Ryunosuke would have finished the line in his head. Occupied with quietly listening to his music, he paused. He never did like multitasking anyways- it was like juggling a sword and a chainsaw both at once to his mind, which preferred to focus completely on one task. In the words of Ron Swanson, "Never half ass two things, whole ass one thing."

Ryunosuke instinctively turned his head to whatever bounced off his leg. A crumpled ball of paper, which came in the direction of a girl not-so-subtly watching him, as if expecting something. He questioned if- yes, it was the girl that laughed at him. He paid no contempt, but rather intrigue as to what could be in the note. After pausing his song, he leaned down, and picked the wad up, still curious as to what its contents entail. Quickly unfurling it, he read the message:

We could've easily swapped seats, y'know

The first thought that popped into Ryunosuke's mind was 'why?' In the moment, he wasn't quite able to rationalize himself why exactly she'd want his seat. Unless you were needlessly seeking attention (aha!) why would you want to be the center? Although it seemed like he had already answered his own question, Ryunosuke still would gladly accept the offer she had implied in the message. It was the perfect trade-off for him: he far preferred the window seat near the back: it was the classroom's sniper foxhole. He could sit back silently and watch everything from his angle, all the while unnoticed. Perfect.

Yet even then, not even Ryunosuke was sure how to put his emotion into words. Perhaps fireworks, the triumphant fist of a victorious military general, a primal victory cry? Regardless of whatever the feeling was, he merely smirked with a silent chuckle- the kind that occurs when a bit of air comes out of your nose, as if mildly amused or intrigued. Picking his backpack up, he slung it around his shoulder, walking over to the rear corner window seat behind the girl that threw the note at him. Wary not to draw any more unneeded attention caused by his movement, he took a seat nonchalantly, quietly muttering a "thanks" as he put his music back on.

Okay, you think you got a pretty face
But the rest of you is out of place
You looked alright before
Fox on the run...

Fukushima Uesugi Senior High

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Uesugi High, Fukushima
8:09 AM

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If you ignored the tiny car and blue hair, you could almost mistake the speeding blur down Route 70 for his elder brother. Aviator sunglasses, oversized leather jacket with the sleeves pulled back to the elbows, muffled, high-tempo music a passer-by would only be able to hear for a fleeting moment, before the roaring vehicle sped away. Now all Ryunosuke needed to do was park, blast 'Take My Breath Away', and wait for girls to run to his arms. Ah, perhaps he got caught up. Parking will do.

The sound of his Beat zipping around the streets, heading towards the school would be faintly audible over distance, slowly growing louder. Eventually, he eased onto the brakes, shifting down and turning into the lot (thankfully, not enough to drift it around- now that would be a scene). Finding a spot around the middle of the rather small lot, Ryunosuke parked his car, grabbing his bag and locking the doors with the convertible roof up. He plugged his headphones into his own phone, browsing through his music library while silently walking to school, the new beginning of an unspoken ritual. Picking a song, he shoved the device back into his pocket, placing the earbuds in his ears and continuing his wordless stride.

After hastily changing his shoes and throwing his jacket, he eventually made it to his assigned homeroom, 2-C. Quickly darting his eyes around. Ryunosuke makes a mental map of the class, trying to visualize where his seat would likely be. After a couple seconds of deliberation, he comes to the dreadful conclusion that he would probably sit dead in the middle of the class. Curses. Having people look behind your back, having no source of hiding or security (perhaps insecurity to some), and being in the middle of all the chatter and crossfire- what could go wrong?

Rather than continue to grumble in his head endlessly, Ryunosuke opted to clear his mind, sit down, rest his head on his arms, and wait until someone passed by, completely ignoring him. Luckily enough, he had a spare change of clothes at home, but rather than the school-issued blazer that he had splattered brown caffeine over, he had to settle for his brother's jacket which he had put away, leaving him in just a white shirt with a school tie. The sunglasses matched, but he could barely see anything in front of him, so he switched back to his thin, red prescription glasses. Since there was nothing better to do, he sat there, listening away, hoping nobody would notice him as usual.

Mother told me, yes, she told me I'd meet girls like you
She also told me, 'stay away, you'll never know what you'll catch'
Just the other day I heard a soldier falling off some Indonesian junk that's going round

Mommy's alright, daddy's alright, they just seem a little weird
Surrender, surrender, but don't give yourself away...

Fukushima Uesugi Senior High

@Inkarnate
You just came off as a bit needlessly passive-aggressive, but I'd prefer if we could just move on with things normally, if that's ok

Fukushima Uesugi Senior High

@Inkarnate


Take a chill pill and post the sheet in whatever fashion you see necessary.

Fukushima Uesugi Senior High

@Sola

Jesus Christ... it's Jason Bourne.

Fukushima Uesugi Senior High

@Inkarnate
Oh, hm. It would be appreciated if you got it in a bit more conforming nature to the other CSs but you're free to post it in as much detail as necessary. Approved

Fukushima Uesugi Senior High

@Inkarnate
_{nico nico nii~}

Seems okay for now, would be interested in the final product.

Fukushima Uesugi Senior High

@twannyman
Seems good for now.

Guadalcanal: A Bad Short Story by Me

08:00 - TULAGI ISLAND - AUGUST 7, 1942

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The calm morning breeze sweeps over 'Beach Blue'. The scent of the plants and local flora scatter the air, until the faint sound of engines and the faint smell of gasoline interrupts the natural morning. Groups of LVT-1 landing craft soon scatter the beachhead. Representing the '2/5', or 2nd Battalion, 5th Marines, in Fox Company, 2nd Rifle Platoon, 1st Rifle Squad, is Private 'CC' Clayton, the designated rifleman/scout. Almost all of his fellow Marines 'green'- fresh from training, they land without resistance, as the 2/5s secure the northwest corner of Tulagi. Joining Edson's Raiders, they eventually spend the day advancing southeast to the other end of the isle, picking off pockets of Japanese troops here and there. Unbeknownst to the Americans, Masaaki Suzuki, commander of the Japanese 3rd Kure Special Naval Landing Force unit, repositions the Japanese main defenses into a lineon a hill called Hill 281, and a nearby ravine located at the southeast end of the island. The Japanese defenses included dozens of tunneled caves dug into the hill's limestone cliffs and machinegun pits protected by sandbags. The Marines reached these defenses near dusk, unfortunately realizing that they did not have enough daylight left for a full-scale attack, digging in for the night.

As night passes over the Marines, the Japanese prepare their night-time assaults. At 22:30, the raids on the command post begin. Calvin is rudely awakened by gunfire, his company's command post under raid. Zipping off his mummy bag, he grabs his gear and weapons, on guard. In the corner of his eye, he spots a lone Japanese infantryman sneaking up behind most of the other Marines. Pulling out his trusty Colt .45 revolver, Calvin takes aim with both hands, and pulls the trigger. The signature crackle of the .45, made staple in the 'Wild West', pierces the night as the Japanese trooper collapses. His first kill.
Soon, full darkness set in. There was movement to the front- Calvin could hear them jabbering something. Then, the enemies found a gap, beginning to run through the opening. The gap was sealed when another squad closed the gate. Some Japanese had crawled within 20 yards of Calvin's squad. He began throwing grenades. His grenades were going off 15 yards from their position, and they had to duck as they exploded. Before long, the enemy was all around. It was brutal and deadly- they had to be careful not to kill their comrades. Calvin was tired, but it was to stay awake or be dead.

Just when Calvin believes that all is well, the 5th and final assault begins. The stealthy Japanese troops make their way- mostly undetected, with some ranged combat. The desperate Japanese cry of "天皇陛下万歳", or "Tennōheika Banzai", meaning "Long live His Majesty the Emperor", rings, but is drowned out by the sound of Springfields, Thompsons, Arisakas, and death cries. Calvin, guarding a pile of sandbags in front of a trench under Hill 281, scans the scene for 'Japs' charging the Marine fortifications, but is once again ambushed by Japanese troops. Two enemies sneak out of the trench, with a death wish, but are confronted from the side by Calvin's squadmate, the assistant auto rifleman, emptying his Thompson gun, or 'tommy gun', on the Japs. One of the two is cut down, but the other recieves only a wounded arm and destroyed pistol, now grabbing his Type 30 bayonet to get the kill. Forced into the ancient proving ground of hand-to-hand combat, Calvin pulls the M1905 bayonet from his strap, only to have the strap (as well as his thigh) sliced by the Japanese soldier. In primal pain and hatred, Calvin jabs his knife into the Jap's stomach, leaving it in. He pulls out his Colt, emptying the 5 remaining rounds into the foe's chest and face just in case.

Fuck! I gotta get to a med quick or I'm fucked! The closest doc team's in H&S, 350 god damn yards northwest!

Calvin quickly wraps gauze around his upper thigh, leaning into the side of the trench with his left arm, using his right to hold his (reloaded) revolver, as a last resort. He eventually hobbles back to his squad, and they run over to the medical camp, 350 yards away. They manage to take the fortified route with minimal resistance, standing guard at the camp. Calvin approaches a tent, with a final Marine battle cry of Retreat, Hell!, before getting his leg treated.

Daybreak rises on Tulagi. Stuck in a medical tent, Calvin groans, cursing his fate. In that part of the isle, the ambience is mostly quiet, with occasional gunfire and mortar cracks in the distance and the given bustle of a typical Marine camp. Meanwhile, the building that was once the British colonial headquarters hosts a threat that is neither British nor forgotten- six Japanese soldiers had infiltrated the building during the night chaos. Hiding under the porch, they open fire on three Marine patrollers, killing them. However, this merely seals what little fate they had to write- the porch, the Japs, and their hopes and dreams are blown away by grenades within minutes. Following this commotion, the American troops are reinforced with more landings- in the form of the 2nd Battalion, 2nd Marines (2/2 for short). Slowly linking up, and surrounding the Japanese positions on Hill 281 and the ravine, the Marines continued their mortar shelling until they were finally all in position. Beginning their assault on both Japanese fortifications, the Marines hastily develop makeshift explosives to root out the Japanese troops hiding in caves, blind corners, and other hard-to-spot areas. Using these tactics, the Japanese individual positions are easily neutralized. Come afternoon, there is little resistance to speak of, as the Americans secure Tulagi. Only three Japanese are taken prisoner, the remaining 307 either killed or honorably commited suicide. Such a number pales in comparison to the 45 dead Marines left on Tulagi.