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6 yrs ago
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7 yrs ago
So apparently, business shorts are a thing that exists. All I can say is... why?
7 yrs ago
Been busy lately, courtesy of the guy who thought that it was a good idea to have 3 assignments and a test due in the same week.
7 yrs ago
Cards against humanity is... more certainly something else
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7 yrs ago
*Person with Seeing Eye dog stops right next to me* *Goes to pet the dog* *Sees "Please don't pet the dog" sign* ;-; I cry every time
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Anyone remember the period a little after guildfall, when the site didn't have a lot of work put into it, the servers went down pretty often and people were moving out? We waited and waited until boom, Mahz made America the guild great again. That was about where I left off.



My mistake was trying to take on everything at once (and being cringy as hell but I mean come on). Well now I'm back, and better than ever.

And I'll be damned if I let anything get in the way of having a good time.

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Oh right, I knew I forgot something. Gimme a minute.

Edit: Fixed it. Sorry 'bout that.
@Lord of Evil

Also, you have a problem with your character sheets.


Where?
A young boy sat on a bench on the sidewalk, nibbling at a piece of taiyaki in his hand, glancing every so often at the doorway of a nearby cafe. He had a furrowed brow and a worried expression, an expression that would normally garner some sympathy from a passerby had it not been covered by a sporty red cap the boy had on his head. As it was the passersby barely gave the boy a second thought, which was exactly the way he wanted it.

Kael had been sitting on the bench, sans mask, for some time, trapped by none other than a dilemma. On the one hand, he wanted to go into the cafe. on the other hand was the fact that there were a lot of people in there. In reality there was probably no reason not to go in, since it was highly unlikely any of them had the intention of harming the young boy. But at the same time, it was impossible to rule out the risk. What if one of the customers was a demon serial killer in disguise who wanted nothing more than to murder unsuspecting young devils like Kael? Or what if it was one of his relatives instead, here to drag him to one of his dreaded family reunions? Among the countless reasons not to go inside, one was that he didn't really need to be there. His shift wasn't until later that day, in trough hours of the cafe. But he did want to be in there, and why he wanted in had nothing to do with seeing his master in a uniform serving customers. No really.

He continued to chew thoughtfully on the fish-shaped delight in his hand. When he came into the human world was amazed that humans could come up with something so interesting. He'd bought some to share with the rest in an effort to perhaps foster friendly relations among his master's peerage. He'd hardly talked to any of them ever since he joined, and that was making him worried. Teamwork was crucial for the rating game, after all, and Kael didn't want to hold his master back. Hence, he'd devised a plan to garner a positive image by providing his new teammates with gifts. But the big flaw with the plan was that Kael didn't know what to do afterwards, with a more minor flaw being his inability to enter the premises. It was simple enough in theory; use the food as bait to start the conversation, carry it into other topics. But the number of topics he could actually talk about with his colleagues was close to 0, unless one of them had secret assassin training (he was pretty sure they hadn't but the possibility was always there), and even if he had something to talk about it would only go well if he didn't stutter through the whole thing. And that was a pretty big if.

Kael was broken out of his musings as he spied a priest out of the corner of his eye. He immediately froze and tried to make himself even smaller as he walked by. He stared at the priest from under his hat as the clergyman walked by, watching him enter the cafe. Any demon knew about the danger of crosses and holy water and the like, but the most dangerous people for any demon were always the source of those: priests. He had heard they were all crazed demon hunting fanatics with no other purpose in life than exterminating demons. Although maybe things had changed recently, but the man doubtlessly had foul intentions for the cafe and its inhabitants.

Kael pulled his mask back up and began to rise from his seat when a sudden blur entered his vision. He hastily stepped back as a familiar brown-haired blur streaked past his seat. He watched, bewildered as she crashed into the cafe, apparently unaware of the holy power gracing the cafe. Kael was once again conflicted. The priest demanded immediate action and considering the person who just blundered into the cafe was a teammate it looked like the situation would be favorable. But this was the one teammate he really couldn't deal with. It wasn't about him talking to her it was her communicating with him. His brief attempt at conversation had sapped his energy rapidly as he tried to keep up with her apparently endless joyful energy. He was afraid she would one day drag him off to who knew where and do all kinds of things to him, like take his picture, or forcing him to sing a funny song, or something. Every single carefully laid plan had crumbled under the seemingly insurmountable girl and he wasn't ready to face her again just yet. Still, the situation was potentially dire and his master could have need of his assistance.

Kael sighed heavily before getting off the bench. This wasn't something he could avoid forever and social contact with someone he couldn't understand would be a small price to pay. Steeling himself, Kael slowly approached the door to enter into the cafe. As he opened the door, however, he was suddenly met with the scene inside the cafe, with the maelstrom of a girl wrapped around his master, and he lost all of his courage. Kael slowly let the door close before taking refuge under one of the front windows, face beet red, with his mind awhirl. He hadn't been expecting that particular scene. He felt incredibly awkward as he thought about trying to walk into that scene. Maybe he should stay outside a little longer...
@Lord of Evil I can draw him for you.


Sure. I kind of feel bad for asking but I've got nothing, so anything will do at this point.
Oh, and I'm just about done with the knight. If someone could help me find a picture though that would be great. Anyway, tell me if something's wrong with it.



@PaulHaynek
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Can Pure Devils be part of a Peerage?


Think so. Grayfia is Rias's brother's queen as well as a pure devil.
That was probably a whole lot longer than it needed to be. Anyway, I might be able to get my knight up tonight. Toknight.

Don't look at me like that I had to do it
Sato was doing what he usually did during operational hours; washing dishes. An important job in any kind of food establishment, particularly in a cafe where the number of people coming for a day would be impossible until they actually came. Not only did he have to make sure to clean dishes as they arrived, but it was important to do it properly in order to keep the cafe as hygienic as possible. An important, if inglorious, job, but it was also a tedious job, and it was fairly boring to boot. Still, it gave Sato some time to think, and god knew he needed some of that these days.

Sato lifted a plate out of the frothy mass and inspected it, pausing to wipe away a stain the hot soapy water had somehow missed, before placing it on a rack by the dishwasher. Washing dishes was practically second nature for him, almost comforting in its routine. As he loaded more plates into the frothing sink, Sato began to sift through the thoughts swimming in his head. Working in a cafe was nothing new, but with a devil as the proprietress it was a different story.

As he worked he glanced outside the kitchen to where she worked in the cafe proper. She looked young, much younger than people who usually owned eateries. And she'd told him some pretty weird stuff about devils fighting each other and something she'd called 'the rating game', but he hadn't been doing much of that in the past few weeks. Well, he wasn't really complaining about that. So long as he got payed, anyway. He briefly wondered what exactly a devil was doing running a cafe. From what he'd been told it seemed there were plenty of other devils here and there with their own peerages, whatever that meant, but he couldn't figure out why one would want to run a cafe. Maybe she was planning some great evil on the human race. Or maybe she just really wanted to make some money. Why exactly had she done something like this?
Oh wait. Sato suddenly thought. I don't care.

Well, maybe he did care a little. But even if she was planning on destroying human kind or whatever, it wasn't like he would do much about it. He owed her a serious debt, after all. And besides, a good relationship was based on trust. He was pretty sure she knew what she was doing and he was content to leave it at that. Still, from what she'd said it sounded like he'd fight someone or other some day, and while that day hadn't come, he wasn't looking forward to it. But he would handle that when it came.

It took a little while to notice but Sato realised that he couldn't hear the voice of Delilah, nor that of Asia in the cafe, which was odd considering their popularity. He glanced over and spotted a rather conspicuous man, outfitted in clothing that marked him out as a priest of some sort. Sato narrowed his eyes as he scrubbed the dishes. According to Delilah her peerage were all devils, and as such should be careful around holy symbols like crosses and holy water. Sato never went to church so he didn't think it would be a big deal. And maybe this wouldn't turn out to be anything either - priests went to cafes, surely. He was pretty sure that they didn't come dressed up like that but he couldn't rule out the possibility of some oddball priests. But at the same time, he couldn't rule out the possibility that the priest was here for a less savory reason.

Sato sighed and went back to the dishes. Stacking the plates on the rack he soon put the lot into the dishwasher. He got back to his work at a different pace. He slowed down a little, taking his time with each plate, never taking more than what could be finished fast. If the priest was here for a meal then he was a customer. But if he came here for some other reason then Sato was primed and ready to go. A shame that the priest was here before Sato's lunch break, but there was no helping that. If the holy guy tried anything funny then Sato wanted to be ready to intervene at any time.
@TheHangedMan I'd go for option A, seems easier to deal with, but that's somewhat less interesting all things considered, so I'd also go for option B.

So I guess I can't really help you there but anyway, I'd pick whichever one is easier for you. If it helps any my knight will be pretty socially inept too.
Sort of close to finishing on my end, though I need to finish up an assignment over the weekend. Aiming to get it up after though. I'll be done Monday at the latest, hopefully. Although, I'm not sure an assassin type works as a knight piece.
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