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@Mega Birb@RoflsMazoyI can edit to take them up to the hospital room if you both are alright with it. Gonna grab some dinner.

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Shiro Kawabata

”Well, I wish your flowers the best of luck. It’s supposed to get chilly soon. Have a good day, miss!” Shiro parted himself with the countertop and gave the employee a wave of farewell complemented by his iconic, white-toothed smile. By passing through some loophole of reality they had yet to succumb to deterioration by all of the smoothies and sweets he intakes on a more than regular basis. It was a stretch to say he had a normal food pallet. Nevermind that, there were matters that needed to be tended to. Thankfully the situation hadn’t been exacerbated in the time that it took Shiro and Kosuke to look up what flowers bore the implicit meaning of prayers and getting well, and those that were commonly attributed to funerals. Even in a day and age where accelerated vegetation growth was a grace taken for granted, prices for flowers destined to shed their vibrant petals were still absurdly high. Perhaps it would have been more feasible to buy a bouquet of strawberry milk bottles, chock full of ones just like the very generic brand container he was currently sipping on. It sure as hell wasn’t on par with the godly pieces of art crafted in family restaurants, but the artificial flavoring had its own delectable characteristic. If one could even call it that.

Shiro casually paced his way over to his two comrades, who at this point were still just that. He went for the receptionist right away, so for all intents and purposes the two were complete strangers to one another. Basically the same state of affairs applied in game too. Reclined on the hard plastic chair was Jiro, who had been left on hand and foot for their arrival. Kosuke stood to his side, the bouquet of haphazardly picked flowers held firmly against him. Even after being fronted by this peculiar sight, Shiro couldn’t help but to ask himself one thing.

”Why the flip flop is everybody’s hair some eccentric shade of blue?! What is this, an anime?” He internally cried as he pinched at a few orange locks and pulled them down in front of his only operational eye. Even they appeared nondescript in face of the cerulean apocalypse that had seemed to covertly befall Japan. After a deep breath to clear his mind, the student cleared his throat to acquire their attention, ”Jiro AKA Phantom Regality, meet Kosuke AKA Rocket Lancer. Kosuke AKA Rocket Lancer, meet Jiro AKA Phantom Regality. Boom badda bing, pow, introductions are now in order!” With that, Shiro slipped the tiny gift box out of his jacket’s pocket to expose it to the elements. ”Akane and Ken should be arriving shortly, and maybe one other character… Well, since your message sounded pretty urgent, Jiro, I take it we should be on our way? Don’t want to keep the incapacitated in suspense more than we already have, that’d just be rude.” The boy nodded his head towards the elevator, the usual courageous grin stretched widely across his face, ”By the by, does Asahi have any other visitors at the moment?” The bunny stitched into his eye patch appeared a tad cautious.

Jiro nodded a greeting to Kosuke, the apparent newcomer that he had never met before, only having seen him blazing over the derelict buildings of the Faded City on a lance on a couple occasions. He stood and stretched out his arms, for he had just been sitting pretty close to still for the last half-hour, as Shiro asked if they should get going, followed by a request to know if anyone was seeing their friend at the time. "Yeah, we should probably head up right about now. As for guests, Yoshino and one other girl are up there seeing him as we speak." He glanced at the ever-expression neutral bunny that was stitched into his friend's eye patch and caught something of an uneasy feeling from it, choosing to step towards the elevator on the other side of the room. "Say, why do you have a bunny in that eye patch, again? Don't think I ever got the story behind that." He pushed the button to summon the elevator with his thumb, then dropped his hands into his pockets.

(Might edit to bring in Akane/Ken in a bit)

@Mega Birb@RoflsMazoy

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Working on my post now, @RoflsMazoy Might actually just end up skipping us to the hospital

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@Lord of EvilI HAVEN'T EVEN BEEN ABLE TO WATCH ANIME! Gonna be seeing a play on broadway tonight, so I'll try to get a post done in the middle of the day.

Deep Ground Online (Hiatus)

@RoflsMazoy Gonna be posting tonight. Time for dank browsing and causing note 7's to turn into bombs.

Imaginary District: Youkai, Magic, and Youth, An Urban Fantasy RP

Gonna post tonight. Sorry for the delay, midterms have been royally kicking my ass.

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@RoflsMazoyHmmm... Good question, I feel like a round at the mall should be good just so we don't suddenly teleport to the hospital.

Imaginary District: Youkai, Magic, and Youth, An Urban Fantasy RP

Will be posting today or tomorrow. Sorry about inactivity, been on a minor hiatus 'cause of college.

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Super sorry about how long it's taken to conjure up a post. Midterms + papers devilishly assigned at the sometime have #rekt me. I'm actually finding myself making study habits, something I rarely found myself doing in high school so it's been quite the roller coaster. But now I'm back for good, so wooooo.

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Shiro Kawabata

”I’d be glad to give your cerulean highness my body and soul for our righteous endeavor!” Anything to continue the facilitation of mutual trade between the two factions. In the midst of wars, parties with aligning ideologies rub each other’s backs, just something that’s done out of common sense. Shiro tried his best to sound especially zealous with his words, much like a Crusader about to curbstomp some Muslims. Except given age of the Ebony Strykers, they could barely level with such a force. ”Well, surprising as it may be, this authentic tint of orange isn’t a result from squashing tangerines. Actually, I-” And just like that, the world suddenly turned on an angle. An abrupt one. Almost ninety degrees, give or take a few due to the inherent resistance with Shiro’s knees. But still, his perspective had been jerked back on a dime. It was at that very moment that a notification encompassed his vision, almost as if he was gazing into the blinding light of the great beyond.

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INSIDE SHIRO’S BRAIN - JOINT CONTROL SECTION(TENTATIVE NAME)

”WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON? GET ME IN TOUCH WITH THE MAIN HUB”

Within this specific, enclosed section of Shiro’s vacuous noggin, hell had broken completely loose. Within the room boxed off by pink walls was a number of miniature Shiro’s who donned jumpsuits, save for the one individual fastened upon a central chair currently barking a barrage of orders out to his subordinates. This dashing lad of a higher echelon sported a military officer’s uniform embroidered with a myriad of commendations. He had obviously spent a fair amount of time within the Shiro Antibody Airforce and had earned the metal sitting with pride on his chest.

”ANYTHING?” He barked out again. A lone bead of sweat slid down his face, its trail’s presence amplified by the room’s vibrant lighting and array of monitors encompassing the walls.

”We’re almost patched in. Hub Communication’s isn’t responding, but the NERVE ™ should still be providing status updates.”

The commanding Shiro shifted his furrowed brows from the generic worker to the room’s primary monitor. It displayed the current angle of Shiro’s knees and the rate at which they were bending. To say the least, he wasn’t doing a good job at hiding his angst.

”Sir!”

”Yes?!”

”We got a status update… and…”

”SPIT IT OUT DAMN IT!”

”THE MAIN HUB IS CURRENTLY BUSY SHIPPING TWO EXTERNAL SUBJECTS WITH THE OCULAR DEPARTMENT!!!”

And just like that, discord broke loose. The commander fell back into his seat, his face ashen. ”Mother of god…”

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To: Jiro Katsurou
From: Shiro Kawabata
Subject: Re: Quick Meeting
Drat, you beat me there D: Well n’ways, was planning to. Ran into a compadre of ours so I’m gonna have him tag along. Gonna swing by the mall to grab a little present for him, but shhh, don’t tell him. Even though he’s probably already anticipating it o(*>ω<*)o. It’s a fifth arm XD!

But in all seriousness we’ll be there soon. Hold down the fort for now, comrade. ‘Til then! ˭̡̞(◞⁎˃ᆺ˂)◞*✰

Shiro’s gaze leveled out after being held up by his collar. His legs and arms were still strewn limply across the floor. He was too busy shipping the cyan hound and her taciturn subordinate to take note of Kosuke’s quick, but calculated movements. A reaction time that complemented spur of the moment adjustments to rocket trajectories well. Yet another kid, much like himself, who found his virtual life bleeding into his reality. DGO had its elusive and unpredictable ways of doing so, for better or for worse. ”I read you loud and clear, Ghost Rider! Just making some casual chit-chat. Actually finally figured out what I’m gonna buy our wounded soldier.” Shiro picked himself off of the tiled flooring of the academy hallway and quickly patted himself down. ”Hey, don’t let our memes be dreams!” The boy responded to the king’s shrill cry with, to which he quickly waved off his own comment, ”I kid, I kid. But just as Kosuke said, we gotta bounce. Got bills to pay, mouths to feed, a miniature metropolis to lead. Y’know, the usual. But yeah, if you ever want to regard your omnipotent presence with a lowly individual such as myself, feel free to hit me up! Anyways, catcha later King of Merchants and Tankus! Let's try to steer this scene clear from bellum omnium contra omnes, aight?”

With a conscious wave the student spun around on his heel and paced his way in the direction of the gate, with Kosuke in tow. ”Let’s grab what we’ve gotta grab and then beeline it to the hospital.” The bunny on Shiro’s eye patch appeared a bit more energetic than usual.
@TheWindel@Mega Birb@RoflsMazoy

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(Will add other dank char part shortly)