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G-girlfriend?! Did that girl talking to the girl who was bumped into by that other girl call that one girl her girlfriend? But they're both girls! So that kind of thing does happen at an all-girls school Yui thought to herself, highly intrigued for some reason. Maybe she'd follow them and observe/take pictures. That wouldn't be stalking would it? No, no it's street-photography, people do it all the time. Completely normal nothing creepy at all. Peeking her head around the corner, she watched as the three girls headed off somewhere. Was Yui witnessing an all-girl love triangle? Quickly she fumbled into her pockets for her camera, only to realize she was using the one with the wide-angle lens. When she held up the camera, the three girls looked like ants on the screen. No way there was enough time to go back to her room and switch cameras, she'd have to get closer. Much closer. She conspicuously shambled closer to them, camera in hand, occasionally hiding behind corners and objects if any of them looked behind.
Batgirl was startled when the Wiccan peppered her with questions. Usually her fans comprised of young girls because she wasn't as intimidating as Batman and her outfit lacked Supergirl's miniskirt or Black Canary's fishnets. In other words if she was a movie she'd be rated PG. But still she was glad to meet a fan and fellow cape.
She couldn't help but smile when she saw him blush, and shook his hand firmly when offered. "Nice to meet you Billy. Just a piece of advice, I wouldn't give away your identity so easily, not even to other heroes. Nobody here knows my real name except Batman, who by the way did not make my costume since you asked." Despite their similarities, Batgirl didn't tag along with Batman all that often, not as much as any of the Robins. "The suit's bullet proof and stab proof... mostly. And the belt, well I can't give too much away can I? But I gotta say, I dunno who started calling it the batarang. It doesn't even look like a boomerang, it's a ninja star!" she said, showing Wiccan the simple device.
As they waited some others showed up, none of whom Batgirl really recognized. "I hope things get going soon, the wait is killing me."
She couldn't help but smile when she saw him blush, and shook his hand firmly when offered. "Nice to meet you Billy. Just a piece of advice, I wouldn't give away your identity so easily, not even to other heroes. Nobody here knows my real name except Batman, who by the way did not make my costume since you asked." Despite their similarities, Batgirl didn't tag along with Batman all that often, not as much as any of the Robins. "The suit's bullet proof and stab proof... mostly. And the belt, well I can't give too much away can I? But I gotta say, I dunno who started calling it the batarang. It doesn't even look like a boomerang, it's a ninja star!" she said, showing Wiccan the simple device.
As they waited some others showed up, none of whom Batgirl really recognized. "I hope things get going soon, the wait is killing me."
Posted, sorry if it was long-winded. I've never been in an advanced rp before so I wanted to post something with decent length.
The heavenly body moaned with a deep low grumble. A moment of peace encased in awe was vigorously trampled by hysteria as the blackness escaped the earth. Workers scrambled and ducked and sought out shelter through distance. Adrianna St. Clare stood triumphant as the goo stained her overalls and clumped in her long blond hair. She turned to her assistant in this venture, who donned a pensive stare.
"What are you looking so miserable about?" she shouted, ears still ringing. "There's an ocean of oil under our feet! Nobody can get to it but us!"
A fortnight later the geyser was plugged and the venture continued as planned, draining mother nature of her black gold. Adrianna dressed in an outfit more befitting of a lady, a dark red dress with a lavish sun hat. "I trust you'll have everything under control" she said to her subordinate. "I fear I won't be returning anytime soon. The news I received was unfortunate, and there is business I must attend to in the city. There should not be any competitors or unions way out here. But remember, this is company property. You have the freedom to shoot trespassers without judgement." On that note Adrianna boarded an airship and drifted back into the city.
It’s been four months since she was last in Kingstone, Adrianna occupied herself the last couple years traveling and investing in various business ventures. Ever since her elderly husband grew ill Adrianna virtually gained full control of his company and brought it to a new level of prosperity. The trip to Kingston only took a few days, by which time Mr. St. Claire's health declined rapidly. Much to his dismay the private doctor informed her there was nothing he could do, which meant he would soon find himself unemployed.
"May I have a moment with my husband?" Adrianna said to the nurse who nodded and quickly left the bedroom, all the while avoiding eye contact with the lady of the house. Her husband Daniel wheezed heavily as his lungs struggled of air. Resting on an absurdly large bed, he wore a scarlet red robe made of silk. His once dark hair was now stained with grey and age. He tilted his head slightly as Adrianna sat in the chair by the bed.
"You... came..." he said between breaths.
"I am your wife, what do you expect?" she said flatly, fully aware she has been away for months. It's been even longer since she'd last seen the family.
"You're the only one that came... thank you. I'm not- I've made mistakes. I just wish I could've been more... more..."
"Altruistic?" she answered as he looked for the right word.
"Yes. If only... Please, take care of my daughter. Take care of Amelia."
"She's not a child, she can take care of herself" Adrianna felt she has said something similar many times before.
"Please just... just watch over her. I'm begging you."
"I will." Adrianna couldn't help but smirk. This was the first time she'd ever seen him beg.
"And thank you, for coming to see me..."
The doctor declared Daniel St. Claire dead the next morning. A few family members and business partners showed up at the funeral, many arriving later as the reading of the will approached. Three of the five of Daniel's children showed up, including Amelia. None were Adriana's, as evident by their dark raven hair; a stark contrast to Adriana's fair blonde. Oddly enough, or perhaps not, none were too distant from Adriana in age. Jack, the eldest son, was actually a couple years older than her. He became visibly upset after his father's possessions were handed down. Furniture and items were divided evenly, but no one paid mind to that rubbish. A large sum of money was passed down to Amelia, and unsurprisingly the company, stocks, and majority of Daniel's fortune was left to Adrianna.
"I knew the old man was an imbecile, but this? Why couldn't he have his fun then die in peace? Why did he leave everything to a whore like you?!" Jack exclaimed with a fury.
"Now, now, is that any way to speak to your mother?" Adrianna responded, smug, confident, and satisfied. She was a little worried Daniel would pass everything on to Amelia who held much of his affection during the last months of his life. He must've realized Adrianna was the only one capable of running the company.
"I'd rather shoot myself!" Jack declared with finality, angrily stomping out of the building.
"I should apologize for Jack" Amelia said softly. Her short raven colored hair made her look younger than she already was. She was in fact the youngest of the siblings, daughter to Daniel's second wife. "My father wasn't a... kind man. A trait Jack must've inherited. I'm sure my father's fortune was more attractive than his charm" she mumbled, only briefly looking Adriana in the eye. "But still, you were with him when he passed. More than I can say for myself. I feel I should thank you."
"He cared about you. He said he had regrets." Adrianna gazed intently at the girl, trying to read her.
"Yes well, too little too late I suppose."
After the funeral Adrianna returned to the mansion that was now under her name. Most of the furniture and appliances inside were taken out and given to the people stated on Daniel's will. Stacks of letters have already piled up, all detailing concern for the future of the company. Many were worried Adrianna, a woman lacking formal education, was incapable of running a company despite her doing exactly that for the last few years. Adrianna had some concern as well, she feared business partners and stockholders would abandon the company because of her new position. She rubbed her temples as she contemplated a method of mitigating the situation. A few hours later she found herself in the Nightingale, a high class bar for wealthy socialites. She greeted an older well aged eccentric gentleman wearing a white suit who has been roaming around the place for hours. He wore several extravagant rings in his fingers, each worth a week’s pay at the least.
"Mr. Vendito it's been a while" she said, sitting beside him and placing her glass on the bar. The black dress she wore at the funeral was replaced with a red backless one which matched her lipstick and nails.
"Aww yes. Mrs. St. Claire. I'm sorry for your loss" the man said with colorfully expressive tones in his speech.
"It's Ms. not Mrs. now, and I'm surprised you heard."
"Hearing is good for my business. Besides, when the owner of a rising company passes it's hard not to hear."
"Hmm, yes I see. I'm looking for a young dark haired girl, not too heavily made-up" she said taking a sip from her glass, leaving behind a red memory of her lips.
"Of course, of course. It won't take long" the man replied with a grin.
"What are you looking so miserable about?" she shouted, ears still ringing. "There's an ocean of oil under our feet! Nobody can get to it but us!"
A fortnight later the geyser was plugged and the venture continued as planned, draining mother nature of her black gold. Adrianna dressed in an outfit more befitting of a lady, a dark red dress with a lavish sun hat. "I trust you'll have everything under control" she said to her subordinate. "I fear I won't be returning anytime soon. The news I received was unfortunate, and there is business I must attend to in the city. There should not be any competitors or unions way out here. But remember, this is company property. You have the freedom to shoot trespassers without judgement." On that note Adrianna boarded an airship and drifted back into the city.
It’s been four months since she was last in Kingstone, Adrianna occupied herself the last couple years traveling and investing in various business ventures. Ever since her elderly husband grew ill Adrianna virtually gained full control of his company and brought it to a new level of prosperity. The trip to Kingston only took a few days, by which time Mr. St. Claire's health declined rapidly. Much to his dismay the private doctor informed her there was nothing he could do, which meant he would soon find himself unemployed.
"May I have a moment with my husband?" Adrianna said to the nurse who nodded and quickly left the bedroom, all the while avoiding eye contact with the lady of the house. Her husband Daniel wheezed heavily as his lungs struggled of air. Resting on an absurdly large bed, he wore a scarlet red robe made of silk. His once dark hair was now stained with grey and age. He tilted his head slightly as Adrianna sat in the chair by the bed.
"You... came..." he said between breaths.
"I am your wife, what do you expect?" she said flatly, fully aware she has been away for months. It's been even longer since she'd last seen the family.
"You're the only one that came... thank you. I'm not- I've made mistakes. I just wish I could've been more... more..."
"Altruistic?" she answered as he looked for the right word.
"Yes. If only... Please, take care of my daughter. Take care of Amelia."
"She's not a child, she can take care of herself" Adrianna felt she has said something similar many times before.
"Please just... just watch over her. I'm begging you."
"I will." Adrianna couldn't help but smirk. This was the first time she'd ever seen him beg.
"And thank you, for coming to see me..."
The doctor declared Daniel St. Claire dead the next morning. A few family members and business partners showed up at the funeral, many arriving later as the reading of the will approached. Three of the five of Daniel's children showed up, including Amelia. None were Adriana's, as evident by their dark raven hair; a stark contrast to Adriana's fair blonde. Oddly enough, or perhaps not, none were too distant from Adriana in age. Jack, the eldest son, was actually a couple years older than her. He became visibly upset after his father's possessions were handed down. Furniture and items were divided evenly, but no one paid mind to that rubbish. A large sum of money was passed down to Amelia, and unsurprisingly the company, stocks, and majority of Daniel's fortune was left to Adrianna.
"I knew the old man was an imbecile, but this? Why couldn't he have his fun then die in peace? Why did he leave everything to a whore like you?!" Jack exclaimed with a fury.
"Now, now, is that any way to speak to your mother?" Adrianna responded, smug, confident, and satisfied. She was a little worried Daniel would pass everything on to Amelia who held much of his affection during the last months of his life. He must've realized Adrianna was the only one capable of running the company.
"I'd rather shoot myself!" Jack declared with finality, angrily stomping out of the building.
"I should apologize for Jack" Amelia said softly. Her short raven colored hair made her look younger than she already was. She was in fact the youngest of the siblings, daughter to Daniel's second wife. "My father wasn't a... kind man. A trait Jack must've inherited. I'm sure my father's fortune was more attractive than his charm" she mumbled, only briefly looking Adriana in the eye. "But still, you were with him when he passed. More than I can say for myself. I feel I should thank you."
"He cared about you. He said he had regrets." Adrianna gazed intently at the girl, trying to read her.
"Yes well, too little too late I suppose."
After the funeral Adrianna returned to the mansion that was now under her name. Most of the furniture and appliances inside were taken out and given to the people stated on Daniel's will. Stacks of letters have already piled up, all detailing concern for the future of the company. Many were worried Adrianna, a woman lacking formal education, was incapable of running a company despite her doing exactly that for the last few years. Adrianna had some concern as well, she feared business partners and stockholders would abandon the company because of her new position. She rubbed her temples as she contemplated a method of mitigating the situation. A few hours later she found herself in the Nightingale, a high class bar for wealthy socialites. She greeted an older well aged eccentric gentleman wearing a white suit who has been roaming around the place for hours. He wore several extravagant rings in his fingers, each worth a week’s pay at the least.
"Mr. Vendito it's been a while" she said, sitting beside him and placing her glass on the bar. The black dress she wore at the funeral was replaced with a red backless one which matched her lipstick and nails.
"Aww yes. Mrs. St. Claire. I'm sorry for your loss" the man said with colorfully expressive tones in his speech.
"It's Ms. not Mrs. now, and I'm surprised you heard."
"Hearing is good for my business. Besides, when the owner of a rising company passes it's hard not to hear."
"Hmm, yes I see. I'm looking for a young dark haired girl, not too heavily made-up" she said taking a sip from her glass, leaving behind a red memory of her lips.
"Of course, of course. It won't take long" the man replied with a grin.
I'm sure people are just busy, no need to worry yet.
Is it safe to assume everyone who posted a cs was accepted?
SailorMoon said
That's okay. :3 They can chill during bath time...
You just gave me a great idea. I'm sure glad waterproof cameras exist
Middle of the day, sunlight aplenty, and in plain sight of crowds of tourists and fans. Batgirl didn't like it one bit. As a member of the Bat-Family, she preferred the dismal embrace of the night. She only had comfort when engulfed by shadows and---
"Hey Batgirl, can I get a picture?" a young fan shouted.
"Of course!" she jovially replied, striking a cute pose and blowing the fan a kiss. Ok, so she was having fun. But still, she found teams to be rather vexatious. As a member of the Bat-Family, she was a lone wolf. Better not to have any teammates slow her down. Unless it was her bff Supergirl. Or Wondergirl, or Red Arrow, or Aqualad... ok so she wasn't such a lone wolf after all. But people had expectations from someone donning the cowl. She had to maintain the image, she had to be dark, mysterious, and---
"Batgirl, Batgirl over here!" This time she stretched her arms out, extending the her cape out to create the bat silhouette as dozens of cameras snapped pictures. So much for dark and mysterious.
"I'm sure more will show up. Well, I hope more will show up. Can't have a party with only three" she said in response to Red Arrow. "You guys think Beast Boy will show up? How about Zatanna? I love her outfit!" In her excitement Batgirl almost went into full fan-girl mode, but quickly recomposed herself into her "cool" Dark Knight mode.
"Hey Batgirl, can I get a picture?" a young fan shouted.
"Of course!" she jovially replied, striking a cute pose and blowing the fan a kiss. Ok, so she was having fun. But still, she found teams to be rather vexatious. As a member of the Bat-Family, she was a lone wolf. Better not to have any teammates slow her down. Unless it was her bff Supergirl. Or Wondergirl, or Red Arrow, or Aqualad... ok so she wasn't such a lone wolf after all. But people had expectations from someone donning the cowl. She had to maintain the image, she had to be dark, mysterious, and---
"Batgirl, Batgirl over here!" This time she stretched her arms out, extending the her cape out to create the bat silhouette as dozens of cameras snapped pictures. So much for dark and mysterious.
"I'm sure more will show up. Well, I hope more will show up. Can't have a party with only three" she said in response to Red Arrow. "You guys think Beast Boy will show up? How about Zatanna? I love her outfit!" In her excitement Batgirl almost went into full fan-girl mode, but quickly recomposed herself into her "cool" Dark Knight mode.
"Argon, let's go!" Ryan shouted up at her CVF. On her voice command the frame lowered it's hand and lifted her up into the cockpit. A faint flicker of light flashed a moment before the screens came of life. "Welcome back, Pilot" a generic robotic female voice chimed. As the team slowly trekked out Ryan flipped a switch activating the Argon's ECON MODE. Simply put, it is a mode designed to save energy for especially long trips. But it also has the added benefit of lessening the frame's heat signature and muffling the hum of the engine, convenient for a slow stealthy approach. As their targets came into view, Ryan dropped her frame into a hull-down position. The Argon's dark camouflage patterned paint melted into the darkness of the night, concealing the frame effectively. Only the left shoulder of the Argon stuck out a little, where a posing pin-up girl was painted with the words "Miss Behavin'" in cursive underneath.
"I count 15... 20 plus. Keep an eye out for scouts." As Taylor loaded her gun Ryan gave herself a comfortable distance from the group, which would look like a big glowing target on thermal vision.
SAFETY DISENGAGED
SUPPRESSOR ENGAGED
The Argon's robotic voice again alerted Ryan of pertinent information. "Alright, let's stick to the pincer formation" she whispered into the mic, despite being far enough away from enemy to shout. Smoothly and steadily, Ryan moved her frame westward using a low-crouching stance. Slowly she crept closer to the group of enemies until the closest frame was just within her range. The Argon's auto-targeting wasn't sufficient at this range, so she switched it into full manual and ignored predicted trajectory. "Ok, I'm in position. Hurry up and get setup." Her finger hovered over the trigger, eyes glued on the enemy movement. If any of them moved an inch closer to her, she was ready to either open fire or better yet back off.
"I count 15... 20 plus. Keep an eye out for scouts." As Taylor loaded her gun Ryan gave herself a comfortable distance from the group, which would look like a big glowing target on thermal vision.
SAFETY DISENGAGED
SUPPRESSOR ENGAGED
The Argon's robotic voice again alerted Ryan of pertinent information. "Alright, let's stick to the pincer formation" she whispered into the mic, despite being far enough away from enemy to shout. Smoothly and steadily, Ryan moved her frame westward using a low-crouching stance. Slowly she crept closer to the group of enemies until the closest frame was just within her range. The Argon's auto-targeting wasn't sufficient at this range, so she switched it into full manual and ignored predicted trajectory. "Ok, I'm in position. Hurry up and get setup." Her finger hovered over the trigger, eyes glued on the enemy movement. If any of them moved an inch closer to her, she was ready to either open fire or better yet back off.
Late, late, late. Thanks to her mother's tight schedule Yui arrived at the academy just now, missing the opening ceremony and the first day of classes. Not that it bothered her, and if it did it didn't show. First things first, Yui hauled her stuff to the dorm she would be staying in for the rest of the school year. Being in a new, unfamiliar place surrounded by unfamiliar faces was kind of scary yet exciting at the same time. She still had no idea who her roommate is, seeing as how she wasn't at the dorm when Yui dumped her junk in the corner. Whoever she is, she is in for a surprise when she discovers the toy spider Yui hid under her pillow.
After not bothering to unpack, Yui decided to explore the campus while the sun was still shining. Perhaps she should've put on the school uniform since she didn't know how strict the academy was with that kind of thing, oh well. It appeared the other students were checking out the clubs, maybe Yui should too. As she wandered about it finally dawned on her that this is an all-girls school. As in, no Y chromosomes at all. It was kind of odd when Yui thought about it, like a bowl of Lucky Charms with only marshmallows.
Eventually she found out through a teacher that the school used to have a photography club but it disbanded after interest was lost. If she could recruit two more members maybe she could restart the club, but for now she decided to check out the old club room. It wasn't very big at all, with a single table in the center and several chairs around it. There was an assortment of film on the shelves, Porta, Velvia, Ektar... some expired most still new. The door leading into the darkroom was stiff and required some force to enter. Inside the light switch activated a dim red light that just barely illuminated the little room. Development tanks gently covered in dust and half-empty bottles of chemicals neatly organized against the wall. Most of it still looked fresh and ready to use. It'd be a shame to let it all go to waste, surely Yui could borrow the club room seeing as how no one was using it anyways.
After leaving the room Yui saw out of the corner of her eye a girl in a kimono reading a book about to crash into another girl. Instinctively Yui whipped a little black camera covered with stickers out of her pocket and snapped a photo just as the two bodies collided. Nice desu ne~ she murmured to herself.
After not bothering to unpack, Yui decided to explore the campus while the sun was still shining. Perhaps she should've put on the school uniform since she didn't know how strict the academy was with that kind of thing, oh well. It appeared the other students were checking out the clubs, maybe Yui should too. As she wandered about it finally dawned on her that this is an all-girls school. As in, no Y chromosomes at all. It was kind of odd when Yui thought about it, like a bowl of Lucky Charms with only marshmallows.
Eventually she found out through a teacher that the school used to have a photography club but it disbanded after interest was lost. If she could recruit two more members maybe she could restart the club, but for now she decided to check out the old club room. It wasn't very big at all, with a single table in the center and several chairs around it. There was an assortment of film on the shelves, Porta, Velvia, Ektar... some expired most still new. The door leading into the darkroom was stiff and required some force to enter. Inside the light switch activated a dim red light that just barely illuminated the little room. Development tanks gently covered in dust and half-empty bottles of chemicals neatly organized against the wall. Most of it still looked fresh and ready to use. It'd be a shame to let it all go to waste, surely Yui could borrow the club room seeing as how no one was using it anyways.
After leaving the room Yui saw out of the corner of her eye a girl in a kimono reading a book about to crash into another girl. Instinctively Yui whipped a little black camera covered with stickers out of her pocket and snapped a photo just as the two bodies collided. Nice desu ne~ she murmured to herself.
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