NeoAJ

Our Beloved Dreams of Sinnoh | Pokemon

Hmmm seems like we're running with the squad we have if @NeoAJ and @Kalas don't speak up.

@Ambra

I don't think I'm going to have time to get a sheet up given my other writing projects (including one of your own), so I will let someone else have my spot, Ambra.

Rosefell High.

Guess I better get that sheet finished then.

Rosefell High.

I'm reserving Sasha Pieterse and Buckeye Red. Character's name is Melissa Elliott and if you call her Missy, she will snap at you.

Rosefell High.

As if it wasn't obvious from the GM and the setting and the cast already in, but yeah, guess who is interested?

Our Beloved Dreams of Sinnoh | Pokemon

If I'm in, I'm bringing in a different girl than the last time. Starting with a female Ralts.

I am Thou, Thou art I | Persona

Mentions: @Darcs

_{Hyakusawa Academy
April 19th, 2019
3:28 PM}

It took a second for the weight of the entire situation to settle in for the tall woman standing in the hallway. Now that it was clear that this wasn't destined to be a tragic event, with nurses being called in and papers having to be filed and a bunch of other stuff that would have been a complete waste of time, Shiori could full appreciate the silliness of the situation she now found herself in. Holding onto another girl, Shiori's arms carefully keeping her suspended above the floor, the two looking at each other with a long lingering stare. If there wasn't some idiot writing yuri fanfic about this moment, it would be a monumental upset. Not that Shiori knew anything about yuri fanfics. Nope. Definitely not.

As the girl opened her eyes once more and stared back up at Shiori, it was easier to get a good look now that things weren't moving in a blur of annoyance and fear. Those brown eyes she saw a moment before were clearer, the secrets moved off to the side and now operating in more of a survival mode, considering the way they were readjusting to the light. But they were definitely big, and confirmed what Shiori thought on first glance. This girl was cute. Almost unbelievably so for the area. If she actually was an American spy, she definitely had some weapons had her disposal. Of course, what info was she gonna get out of someone like Shiori? Oh noes, all my knowledge of basketball players that are one-tenth as good as the players in America! Exposed to the enemy! Yeah, there wasn't much at risk here.

The girl below her was definitely trying to play the entire thing off. As if she meant to swoon like an American-built bridge and tumble almost to the floor before Shiori's save kept her from that fate. The smile on her face was one that hid embarrassment. "So hey, before that whole "fainting spell" business, I was actually going to ask you out for coffee! Would you want to get coffee sometime? _{if you want, you don't have to though.}"

Coffee? So this was a ploy after all? Was she really coming up to me just for that? I mean, none of the dudes have even tried to approach me for something like coffee, let alone another girl. I figured I just put everyone off by being a freaking giant. She's got guts, I will give her that. And she can take a hip check, even if it isn't a very solid one. Fuck, who do I even know here? Besides the other girls on the team? Hmmm... maybe I do need to start making some other friends. Can't be too late for that. It's only... well April, but still. That's time enough, right?

Um. I feel like I'm saying a lot, am I saying a lot?"

Shiori smiled. No but I was definitely thinking a lot. Kinda missed the rest of that... She shook her head. "I think you're all right," she confirmed as she pulled the nameless girl back up to a standing position. "I'd rather hear you talking a lot than not at all." Shiori brushed her arms clean, making sure her uniform was still presentable enough to get her out of the building without a stern look from one of the other teachers. "Coffee sounds like an acceptable reward since I saved you from picking up a concussion. If you want, I'm free now to grab a cup. I was going to head to the court to see if there were any fools I could dust, but I probably should do something a little more low-key after all that."

Did you really just agree to go out with someone you just met? Shut up, brain! I can do whatever I want! You don't even know her name! Well I... I should probably know her name... You should know a lot of things before doing stuff like this! I said shut up! This is a compromise, OK?

Shiori pointed those unnaturally blue orbs back at her no-longer distressed damsel. "I'm sorry, I don't know if I ever got your name..."

A Gym Challenge-styled Pokemon RP~

Well I was interested in the last one...

Life After -- A Zombie Apocalypse RP

Shoot, I haven't done one of these in a while. Are you still accepting?

Olympus Academy // A School for Demigods and Demigoddesses

_{Location: Mystic Forest
Interactions:
Kazuma @Onarax
Dustyn @MissCapnCrunch
Mentions:
No one.}

Kelsey regretted being so kind as to offer Kaz a spot at her breakfast table. The dude just stood there staring at her, like he had witnessed a thousand embarrassing losses by his favorite wrestler all at once. Fuck, I thought this dude understood English 'n shit. Well fuck, I ain't waitin' fur his donkey ass to-

Speaking of asses, Kelsey was distracted when her own started to vibrate. She plucked her phone from the back pocket of her jeans and brought it forward. While she expected to be annoyed, instead there was only a massive sigh of relief.

Dusty D 💛
IT'S ALIVEEE!! Like frankenstein's monster you get it? I smell like I died 2.

I am now sad about my tooth as well. Make me feel better, let's get breakfast. Phone dying. Ttyl. Love you ho.

It was if a gigantic weight had been lifted from Kelsey's chest and brain all at once, seeing that her best friend was not only still alive, but literally seemed no worse for the wear. At least in spirit she wasn't. Vivian still had Dustyn's tooth, after all. Swear that girl's got sum Wolverine healin' shit or somethin' she ain't tellin' people 'bout. She might get that tooth back after all. Kelsey was quick to respond.

Dusty D 💛
Holy shit, girl. I'll get whatever breakfast you want. Just glad to see you up and about. Hopefully you don't want brains or nothing.

Meet u at Apollo's? Your brother might be coming with since he found me in the woods? I dunno. He seems spaced as fuck.

Either way, super happy you're awake and talking again. See you soon. ❤️❤️

With the phone slid into her back pocket, Kelsey started packing up her archery equipment as best as she could with her burgeoning gravity powers. "Well, I dunno 'bout you dude, but I'm meetin' ur sister fur food. You kin come with... or you kin stay here with your tree. Your call. I don't care." With her arrows all tucked away, Kelsey slung her bow over her shoulder and started heading back towards civilization, and back to her best friend.

I am Thou, Thou art I | Persona

Mentions: @Darcs

_{Hyakusawa Academy Gymnasium
April 19th, 2019
8:22 AM}

*SWISH*

It was all coming that easy this morning. Maybe it was the overcast skies blocking any pesky sunlight from messing up her shots. Maybe it was the fact that it's a lot easier to shoot when there isn't a hand in your face. Maybe it was that second glass of imported orange juice. You know, the fancy kind from Florida. Whatever it was, every shot that Shiori Hasegawa took this morning was finding the bottom of the net. It's a lot more fun rebounding the ball when its waiting near the bottom of the basket instead of bouncing every which way. Besides, it's not like crashing the boards was hard when there's a solid half-foot height advantage. That's not the part of her game Shiori needed to work on.

Coach Tabuse was clear that due to the changing nature of how basketball was played, Shiori was going to need a solid outside-the-arc game to compete with some of the other prized recruits. The June showcase was looming ever large, and if she was going to follow in her father's footsteps and make it big in America, the girl needed to put in a good showing. If today was any indication, the power forwards and centers were going to have a very tough time dealing with her at the top of the key. It felt good to be hitting on all cylinders like this.

As a phone started playing the classical strains of "Hey DJ!" by Heartsdales from depths of Shiori's backpack, filling the empty gym with upbeat hip-pop sounds, she halted her shot in mid-flow and held onto the ball. Wiping a few beads of sweat that escaped from under her headband, she walked over to her bag and saw her preset alarm reminding her that playtime was over and that class would be underway soon enough. There would be enough time to grab a quick shower and change into her uniform before homeroom.

"Sigh, maybe I can find someone else to crib notes off of so I can sleep," she bemoaned to no one in particular as she shut the alarm down and tossed the phone back in her bag. Shiori took one last look at the basket, now 25 feet away from the corner three area where she had set her gear down. Quickly bringing the ball up for one final shot, she yelled, "KOBE!" as she fired with the same reckless abandon the Lakers star once did. Unlike his later years though, Shiori's shot was again on the mark, this time with a friendly bounce off the rim before falling in. "Yeah, that's right," she affirmed as she released her hair from the scrunchie that was holding it back, the makeshift bun collapsing as her jet-black hair fell back towards the floor before stopping at the small of her back. With a heavy sigh, she headed over to retrieve the ball and begin the arduous process of getting ready for class.

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_{Hyakusawa Academy
April 19th, 2019
3:14 PM}

Arduous was definitely a more appropriate word for the way class was going. Any adrenaline that was built up from such a dominant performance in the gym earlier was quickly evaporated as hazes of physics equations and algebra started to cloud Shiori's mind. It was enough to make a girl go cross-eyed with just how much stuff was being thrown at students this late in the semester. Ugh, why do I need any of this? Some random gonna come up to me and ask for my autograph in the form of solving for x? This is useless. By the time she reached her final class of the day, the basketball star was ready to stuff all her books into the nearest incinerator.

The sweet sounds of freedom couldn't come any sooner as the alarm bell alerted everyone to another school day being in the books. "Freaking finally! Had enough of this... Shiori was ready to bolt before Miss Sawa decided to be a total bitch about things.

"The bell doesn't dismiss you, I do."

Really? Freaking really? I know the principal gets off on your BDSM shit, but I don't need it from you, ya gray-haired old crone. Shiori momentarily paused her escape efforts as the old lady power-tripped. The Hasegawas may have been in Nashiro for less than a year, but it didn't take long for Miss Sawa to reach the top of Shiori's shitlist.

"Your essays and power points on The Tale of Genji are due in one week, and expect pop quizzes. You may leave."

About time! Shiori gave no regard to the required power points and essays. There were enough Cliff Notes versions of the Tale of Genji floating around that a C-level report could be patched together at some point. The quizzes would be terrible, but whatever. As stated, no regard for them! It was time to leave, and Shiori made sure to let everyone know that fact. As she gathered up her stuff, she gave her hair the slightest bit of flick, as if to let Miss Sawa know just how done she was with everything she had to say. She strutted out of the classroom ready to head onto other, more stimulating projects.

As the athlete headed out into the hallway, she tried to puzzle out just what those projects were. I did put in a good shootaround today, but it would be nice to at least have a little competition. I wonder if Sugiyama's free for some one on one? ...Nah, I'd kick her ass way too easy. Kuriyama, maybe? The tall woman came to a stop as she tried to think of who she could hit up for a solid practice.

Coming to a stop was a mistake though. At least for the person behind Shiori, who felt a bump hit her from behind. She looked around... and then down, and saw the culprit. A very cute culprit, but a culprit. It was someone Shiori recognized from class. The new girl who came in a couple months ago. The one a lot of people thought was an American plant meant to spy on the students. Shiori never believed that. If anyone was the plant, it was Miss Sawa. Probably heading to the army base now to try and get some action. Add traitor to the list of her offenses.

Either way, as Shiori glanced at the girl, she finally got a good look at her. It was strange that she never noticed the way her eyes played off that light-brown skin of hers. Like they held a thousand secrets, but the glint told you how to unlock them. It definitely added to mysterious visage she created for herself. Again, it was still cute. Shiori wasn't the type to pay a lot of people in her class any mind. A lot of her friends were still back in Sapporo. She was essentially a mercenary in Nashiro. But her, she had her curiosity.

All that being said, she did bump into her backside.

Shiori was going to ask if she needed glasses, but that was before the girl's piercing eyes rolled up and she started to fall backwards. Years on the court had honed Shiori's reflexes to the point where she was able to swoop down and catch the girl before she received a concussion from the floor. "Hey!" she exclaimed as the girl appeared to be somewhat limp in her arms. "Hey, you all right? I know my butt isn't strong enough to knock people out! Can you hear me? Do you need some sugar or something? I have a power bar. Talk to me, girl!"