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Old and beaten hat, don't take anything I say to heart because it only rarely comes from my own. Been waving around this RP stick for 12+ years, and if there's one thing I've learned it's that keeping things interesting is top dog. I'll take a character who is interesting and challenging for both me and the plot over the same group of misfit archetypes any day of the week. Plots follow the same rules. Unless it breaks the mold somehow, I'm just not that into it.
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Sorry for my weird unplanned absence guys (especially Yosh,) I've been all over the place this week for various reasons. Yosh I'll have my bit of our collab up ASAP.
Nothing wrong with being like SMT. And when you get down to it, everything's a copy of something else so I hope you're not insulted or anything when I said that. It's a cool feel and aesthetic that I feel isn't really used enough (The World Ends With You has the same sort of feel to it, but that's all I can think of.)
Alright Yosh, took a little longer than I anticipated, but I'm at your door now.
Two and a half hours had passed since Fang had left him the task of cleaning up after her mess, and Domino was only now coming back into a better mood.
"I guess that's all trace of her gone, as it should be." TV off, mess cleaned up, dirty clothes put away, and stains removed. Since she was actually out of the office for once, it was Domino's chance to enjoy a fleeting moment of peace and quiet. Or at least, it would be if his lack of customers wasn't constantly nagging in the dark corners of his mind. It was a tough situation to be sure, and in the end, Domino couldn't let himself sit in his office while business slipped away.
Hesitantly, he glanced out the front window to see his car parked outside. Fang had chosen to walk or fly to wherever she was going. Like the last few answers in a crossword puzzle, the pieces were starting to fit together on their own in Domino's brain. He didn't much like the result that was revealing itself, but there was no changing it now. The seed of inspiration had seen fit to sprout in his head, and he wasn't going to get a choice now. Thus, without much fuss, he locked up the front door of the office, slid into the driver's seat of his car, checked the floor of the passenger's seat for weapons (currently housing a 12-gauge shotgun, a small one-shot emergency pistol, and an antique Colt Python,) and turned the keys in the ignition. He grabbed the single-shot and tossed it into his inside coat pocket and set off toward the middle of nowhere.
Kenan was a big city, which meant the outskirts were proportionally big, and uncharacteristically busy. Residential areas bled into each other, and segregated areas that could have passed for several small towns mashed together like they were all in a rush to get closer into the downtown core. In one particularly bleak area of town, Domino pulled up to a small shack, not especially much to look at, but it stood out from its surroundings all the same.
An old business partner of his was housed within. Well... no, their relationship wasn't much like partners. They were simply in a similar line of work and had met more than once in the past. For Domino, it was never especially pleasant. The man was hard to deal with, and getting information was like trying to pull teeth. Asking for favours was worse. But sometimes, just sometimes, you might get away clean. Domino had gotten away clean before. He wasn't holding his breath for another stroke of luck like that.
Clearing the past away from his mind, like brushing away cobwebs, Domino ran a tense hand through his hair. It was the spell of the city that every moment becomes intensely important all the time, and secluded places like this only compounded that feeling. His anxiety crept up his spine, but he shook it off forcefully. It wasn't so bad, they were like old comrades, right? Just because Domino wanted something this time didn't put him in a vulnerable position, right? There was always the option to walk away. The single-shot in his pocket gave him small comfort, for too many reasons, but it was his wits that were going to see him through this encounter, and he hardened them like steel.
Three knocks was the code to enter this place. What came after, Domino could not remember, or else he never knew in the first place. Domino knocked loud enough that it could be heard from anywhere in the house, and then shoved his hands in the pockets of his coat, looking casual as he waited for a cue.
"I guess that's all trace of her gone, as it should be." TV off, mess cleaned up, dirty clothes put away, and stains removed. Since she was actually out of the office for once, it was Domino's chance to enjoy a fleeting moment of peace and quiet. Or at least, it would be if his lack of customers wasn't constantly nagging in the dark corners of his mind. It was a tough situation to be sure, and in the end, Domino couldn't let himself sit in his office while business slipped away.
Hesitantly, he glanced out the front window to see his car parked outside. Fang had chosen to walk or fly to wherever she was going. Like the last few answers in a crossword puzzle, the pieces were starting to fit together on their own in Domino's brain. He didn't much like the result that was revealing itself, but there was no changing it now. The seed of inspiration had seen fit to sprout in his head, and he wasn't going to get a choice now. Thus, without much fuss, he locked up the front door of the office, slid into the driver's seat of his car, checked the floor of the passenger's seat for weapons (currently housing a 12-gauge shotgun, a small one-shot emergency pistol, and an antique Colt Python,) and turned the keys in the ignition. He grabbed the single-shot and tossed it into his inside coat pocket and set off toward the middle of nowhere.
Kenan was a big city, which meant the outskirts were proportionally big, and uncharacteristically busy. Residential areas bled into each other, and segregated areas that could have passed for several small towns mashed together like they were all in a rush to get closer into the downtown core. In one particularly bleak area of town, Domino pulled up to a small shack, not especially much to look at, but it stood out from its surroundings all the same.
An old business partner of his was housed within. Well... no, their relationship wasn't much like partners. They were simply in a similar line of work and had met more than once in the past. For Domino, it was never especially pleasant. The man was hard to deal with, and getting information was like trying to pull teeth. Asking for favours was worse. But sometimes, just sometimes, you might get away clean. Domino had gotten away clean before. He wasn't holding his breath for another stroke of luck like that.
Clearing the past away from his mind, like brushing away cobwebs, Domino ran a tense hand through his hair. It was the spell of the city that every moment becomes intensely important all the time, and secluded places like this only compounded that feeling. His anxiety crept up his spine, but he shook it off forcefully. It wasn't so bad, they were like old comrades, right? Just because Domino wanted something this time didn't put him in a vulnerable position, right? There was always the option to walk away. The single-shot in his pocket gave him small comfort, for too many reasons, but it was his wits that were going to see him through this encounter, and he hardened them like steel.
Three knocks was the code to enter this place. What came after, Domino could not remember, or else he never knew in the first place. Domino knocked loud enough that it could be heard from anywhere in the house, and then shoved his hands in the pockets of his coat, looking casual as he waited for a cue.
I'll apologize, but I don't plan on arguing with you about this. Practically speaking, I've already told you that I plan on staying, so nothing's going to change. I'm not sure why you'd assume that I was gonna up and leave, as I've never heard of something like that happening in an RP (someone joining for just a short time when everything was built around a long term goal.) Maybe you and I have just had different experiences that make it a real threat to you and I just haven't so it's not a big deal to me.
Either way, it was just a misunderstanding, I don't think it's something to get angry about because there's no ground there to stand on. I was never actually intending to leave. Case closed. I'm sorry that I gave you the wrong impression, I can see why you'd be angry if I was going to randomly leave, of course you'd have a right to be angry. But that scenario was just never on the table in the first place.
Either way, it was just a misunderstanding, I don't think it's something to get angry about because there's no ground there to stand on. I was never actually intending to leave. Case closed. I'm sorry that I gave you the wrong impression, I can see why you'd be angry if I was going to randomly leave, of course you'd have a right to be angry. But that scenario was just never on the table in the first place.
My pudding tastes like brain...
Man you already know I'm up for that :D I've been looking for an excuse to make another post soon anyway..
Alright, it took a while, but I finished. Please don't hold back on feedback. I didn't feel 100% clear on some of the limitations on skills and stuff, so I'm not completely confident going forward, but there's lots of room for change if you feel like something doesn't quite fit.
Uh okay, I wasn't aware this was gonna be a thorn in your side, so let me clarify my intention to get rid of what seems to be a misunderstanding. My implication was never that I was gonna just up and leave the RP for character reasons. It was simply that I thought it would be easier to come up with a reason for my character to go to Japan for a trip and then end up staying there, rather than just uprooting her life and becoming a permanent resident. I didn't think it was important, it seems like an afterthought to the character to think about how they got to the place they need to be. For me it was enough that she was there, and it would take care of itself over the course of the story.
If it's important to you, then I'll just have her move there instead. It's not really a big deal.
If it's important to you, then I'll just have her move there instead. It's not really a big deal.
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