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8 yrs ago
Current You did good, McGregor. Made us proud.
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8 yrs ago
No offense intended. But there's a sweet spot on the sliding scale of realism, and most of the interest checks I usually see skew too far to the realism end for me.
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8 yrs ago
Can't describe how quickly I go from excited to sad when a mecha premise turns out to be realism wankery.

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(District 19)
@HereComesTheSnow


"Afternoon already, Huginn?" A soft voice inquired of the black bird perched on her balcony, lilting in her native tongue. No one else spoke it, not here, and Sieglinde missed it a little. The caw could almost have been an answer, not that the question needed one. She knew what time it was, she had already spent the better part of the day roaming the city. She had only been home a little while before the corvid appeared on schedule. "I'm coming, I'm coming. Be patient."

Crossing her apartment was easy; there was almost nothing to obscure its hardwood floors or bar her path. She just walked from the kitchen to the sliding door, collecting the scraps of bread she'd left on the counter as she went. The bird hopped a little when she opened the door and stepped out, evidently more than ready for his habitual feeding. It had only taken a month for him to start appearing on time, and she hoped to coax him into eating out of her hand by the next. But for now she just scattered the scraps on the balcony floor, exchanging positions with Huginn to perch herself on the railing. With hours to go until sunset the celestial orb had passed its zenith and reached the western sky, radiating pleasantly onto her small abode. It was almost unbearably hot even in April when the weather had yet to reach its apex, but the sun... She enjoyed how the sun felt on her skin. It was so much brighter than home.

Fingers wrapped around the railing she leaned back, out over the street a few storeys below. Further, further, further until her spine lay almost parallel to the ground below and her head craned back to face the sun. Muscles taut, the light reflected dimly in her eye, she hung leisurely. The sun warmed her skin pleasantly, more tolerable in the waning heat of the air around her. She hoped that she moved on by summer, she wasn't sure how she would tolerate the oven the city would become.

"We are regretful to report that School district 11 had to report the murder of one of the workers at the district. A one 'Kevin' whom was found in pieces at the scene, showing signs of severe mutilation. We have reason to believe that foul play is involved due to the graphic nature of the scene."

Saddening.

"Next up on the news. A local radio group will be presenting their stage drama-"

The aging CRT TV atop the small stand continued to drone from inside, but Sigi had already stopped listening. A murder was horrific, an affront to all decency, but it was a small thing. No one could stop everyone from dying, though she resolved to roll through District 11 on tomorrow's expedition. But...

"I'm not sure why I'm here," She began again, ostensibly to the bird. The rest of the city was humming, especially at this hour, but District 19 was as silent as the grave. Not a soul could be seen on her block save herself, and suspended in the air she could almost believe she was the only person in the whole city. The quiet was nice, normally. No one asked too many questions, no one really bothered her. She could come and go as she pleased. But being alone save for one's thoughts wasn't always productive. "Only that I feel like I need to be. Does that make any sense?"

She cracked open an eye to glance at the bird, but he simply looked at her expectantly. He had joined her on the railing, clearly wishing for more.

"Thought not. Don't be greedy." The Nordic woman chided softly, closing her eyes again. "You'll get more tomorrow."

The fluttering of feathers told her that the bird had left, probably in a huff, before silence descended again. For her part, Sigi continued to recline. There wasn't anything else to do. She had already locked her bike up again for the day, though it was a formality more than anything. Someone had stolen it, once. It was Academy City, there were better things to steal, but someone had wandered through the district and elected to take it. She had found it again in a matter of hours and simply taken it back. No fuss since then.

Idly she flipped open her phone and glanced at the screen while the blood began to rush to her head. Twenty minutes since she called her order in. No doubt dinner would arrive soon. It was always very timely, seeing as any deliveries to District 19 tended to get foisted off on one particular student.

Still, she glanced at the time again. She was starting to get hungry.

I'm so bored.
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Accepted!

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Credit to @HereComesTheSnow for that. He helped me find it


A friend and I have a pair of students who study aerospace in Academy City that might fit in this RP. And as it happens we're in search of a Toaru game.

@Krayzikk


Seconded.
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"I'll be fine to drive," Athena's daughter confirmed to Jonas, midway through twisting the top off of a beer. Mot quite what he asked, but an accurate statement still. She could drink the whole pack herself and drive fine. Benefits of a godly affinity for driving. Not that she would. She didn't like beer that much. Or, for that matter, weed; so she politely shook her head at the girl offering joints. Dana had enough complaints about her clothes without them smelling like smoke. "I figure we'll toss the drunks in the truck bed. Someone threw up in my van last year. Took ages to clean out, so I left it home. At least if they do it in the bed it can just be hosed out."

She took a long sip from her bottle and scratched one of the Cerberus' heads absently, watching the proceedings for a few moments. Most of the people had no real investment for her, though she nodded her head at Kelsey in acknowledgement. Pleasantries exchanged, she didn't have anything else to say. Yet. Truthfully she was busy plotting. Jonas usually took security detail, but Dallas had given that duty to the CGBG on this particular evening. To her great displeasure. She was sure that Jonas could take a shift, the big guy was amiable enough and like any true scoundrel Relo had his price. He'd do her a favor with the right coercion. It was just a matter of what it'd take. So she chewed on that thought for a few minutes, steadily sipping away at her first drink.

Until the approach of one Ariana Mossos, blowing a kiss at the girl seated on a keg up behind her.

And her eyebrows went up, for a brief second, before her eyes narrowed. Ariana was a year younger, and the daughter of Aphrodite was vaguely on her radar. She went shopping with Dana from time to time, excursions Rebekah usually declined. Dana's haunts were too expensive for her bank account, and she was uncomfortable letting the Japanese girl spend so much money on her. But for the most part she was blissfully unaware of the.... girl's existence, as surely the daughter of Aphrodite was of hers.

Clearly, since she didn't so much as acknowledge her before proceeding to harass Highwind.

Rebekah didn't like that. Not one bit, she decided after a second. Her own apathy towards the girl's very existence was not an invitation to be ignored. Arrogance was typical of the Aphrodite breed, but this was a bridge too far to be tolerated. Gray eyes gave the girl a quick appraisal, lips pursing into something almost approaching a frown. Could she be laying the come-hither on much thicker? Jonas could take care of himself, that wasn't her concern, but...

Good Lord, someone needed to put this kid in her place.

"But if you want to hang out with your friends tonight, I can hang out with mine. We can both keep eye on things together."

"That's great, Dana-chan," Rebekah said brightly, pulling herself back up onto the bed of the truck with the hand not holding her drink and plopping down on her friend's lap. Her gaze swept, once more, over the daughter of Aphrodite. "I was getting worried Relo would keep you too busy to hang out with me. I don't think I've had the pleasure of meeting your friend before. Care to introduce us?"
i am interested, i have a pixie gundam pilot that's rp died soon after starting that i would love to play again.


Rest in peace, Feddie Crew


"Hey, Jaime Lannister! You wanna fucking suck my dick, or what?"

Already?

A single leg appeared, barely visible, behind the cab of Jonas’ truck. Then it lowered and its opposite number went up. Then, very slowly, their owner started to prop herself up on her elbows.

With no room in the Subaru, and space at a premium in the cab, Rebekah had made herself a nook in the space between the subs and the cab, nestled amongst the various wires and cables. On a night so nice she preferred it, feeling the wind muss her hair and the speakers send rumblings through her very bones. Strange to call it peaceful but it was certainly contentment. The only thing missing was a pleasant sun overhead, but the moon’s borrowed light did just fine. It was still summer for a little while yet, warm enough to make the evening air refreshing and not too cool. Warm enough to swim, even, accounting for Rhea on lifeguard duty. Olympic swimmers were in more danger than anyone swimming with that girl on duty.

As long as she liked you.

Bekah had no such assignment (fortunate, for most she would let drown) and hadn’t since she assisted in wiring the speakers into the back of the truck. Dallas knew music, but technology was more her wheelhouse than his. Still less than it had been Zaheen’s, but wiring up speakers couldn’t be much easier. She’d even checked the connections on the way over, running grounded wire through her fingers as carefully as her own hair. Not as premium as they would have been in his own car, perhaps, but no one other than the children of Apollo would have ear enough to tell the difference. Or, as the son of the sun himself would put it, they were tasteless.

She shared a brief glance in the rearview mirror with her fellow freeloader while Relo gave out instructions, indulging in an absent shrug. About exactly what mutual matter, hard to tell. Perhaps it was their company. The Nyx children were a little… off, and the Dionysus girl was most certainly on her no-fly-list. The rest seemed alright, though. The ones she knew. As sure as gravity, they’d all begun to be drawn towards Dallas’ offerings of drink and music. Not that everyone seemed to have brought their own, as he’d instructed.

Honestly. It wasn’t like fake IDs were difficult, people. Well, maybe for some. But it wasn’t as though they presented a challenge. Or that there weren’t individuals on campus willing to furnish one, for money. Not that that was a proper business model, and would of course be illegal and nothing that she would ever condone. If anyone had ever thought to ask and perhaps dropped a little money nearby, well, that was perfectly innocent, wasn’t it?

Anyway.

She bristled, just a little, at the way the Artemis girl glanced towards the pickup bed when she mentioned pong. She had fussed over her little nook, and stashed her book and supplies there. The daughter of Athena would not tolerate its removal, but she knew Dallas would tolerate the speakers’ removal even less. So comment was unnecessary.

”Marston,” She said by way of greeting, leaned backwards around the cab to better see her compatriots. ”Good to see you.”

Rebekah didn’t see her brother anywhere, but she would be surprised if he didn’t attend. She’d yet to see him in person, and she felt remiss for the oversight. This would be a good opportunity to remedy that. Any thought of remaining in the truck bed ended when Dana was assigned to security, and thus would leave the top of the cab very shortly. So she slid her sandals back onto her feet and rolled dexterously over the side of the truck bed, allowing her spine to straighten to its proper length for the first time in… An hour, at least, judging by the series of pops. Comfortable curled though she was, a 4x4 was not suitable for prolonged rest. A quick rake and shake with her hands restored her hair’s form, too, though she’d have to pull it back if she felt like visiting the lake. A distinct possibility, which was why she’d worn her swimsuit underneath her shirt and shorts. Her sweater wasn’t quite ideal lake party attire.

Idly, she considered whether or not she would have to drive the truck back. Depended on how many Jonas had, she supposed. She reached back into her nook and withdrew a six pack, her personal stock and contribution to BYOB, perfectly legally obtained of course. She’d deposit a few in the first cooler she came by, and not care much if someone swiped one. She had more that she would keep for herself, and perhaps for friends.

”I’ll have as much fun as I please, Psomas,” She stated a touch severely, undercut both by the faint hints of a smile playing about the edges of her face and by the way she dropped to a knee to stroke each of the miniature Cerberus at her feet’s heads in turn. ”But I will try, as long as you promise not to drown me if I set foot in the water. That would be unfortunate.”

“Want a beer, Marcy? Anyone? Personal stock, one time offer, ask not the means of its acquisition.”
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