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3 yrs ago
Current deconstructions are fake lol
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3 yrs ago
"return of the mack, you know that i'll be back." in his bed, joe biden lurches awake, wild-eyed. many a year he has watched, waited for the mack's return. hes as ready as he will ever be. he t-poses
3 yrs ago
Today Show 9-11-01 ~ Live on NBC as Tragedy Occurred [s l o w e d + r e v e r b]
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3 yrs ago
40 hours into the mass effect remaster. gameplay is good but not sold on the plot changes. wish garrus would stop saying "reaper? i hardly know her!" laugh track on the normandy is a weird choice too
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4 yrs ago
fine, since you asked so nicely officer, i will confess my crimes. since i was seven years old i have refused to match any socks in my sock drawer. i practice sock hookup culture. i am a slut
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Ohh, shit.

He had been about to respond to Katie when hell burst from the mouth of the RV. Valeria was running as fast as her little legs would carry her, skipping steps on her flight to freedom; AJ, it seemed, was just skipping steps. He flopped to the ground impotently, writhing in pain and frustration. Val was tearing by them.

Stop. Her.

Aleks turned to Chris, biting on his lip to hide a smile. He stuffed his mischievous look with a roll to hide a laugh, chewing over the appropriate response carefully.

"It looks like Val is a dom," he finally deadpanned, even though inside his mind was racing. How was he supposed to stop her? His leg could be used in a variety of ways, from tripping her legs out from under her to simply blocking her path to a turning side kick to the face. All were acceptable applications of force after seeing what she'd done to poor AJ and his trust fund. But if she was still coming along for the trip - and Aleks had to assume she was, otherwise AJ in his pettiness would allow her to run - than she wouldn't forgive him if she was missing teeth. He and Val had no problems with each other.

So she got to keep her teeth. Instead, Aleks would do all he could to ensure his first three godchildren didn't grow up looking like coneheads. So he spun out of Val's way slightly as she went on her tear and then walked calmly over to AJ, roll stuffed back in his mouth. He crouched down beside his best friend and looked down on him with guileless eyes - gentle, but still with a spark of schadenfreude. Peak Aleks eyes.

"Mmmph mmrrrph mmm," he said through his mouthful of breakfast. [Translation: "Just stay down, bratan."] "Mmm. Mmmrr mmm mmphmmph mrr mmm mmmph." [Translation: "Here. You have gravel on your cheek."]

He reached down and gently dusted AJ's scraped cheek free of any debris trying to cling to it. His other hand patted his curls.
I R I S


Iris grinned at Steel Rose and pointed a finger up to the sky again. There were dozens of caches across the city where high-flyers left maneuvering equipment for each other; many hoverbikes and gliders were painstakingly customized in order to denote their original owners, but those original owners were often comfortable to leave their vehicles in one of several spots throughout the city, easily scaled for any who could brave the vines that clung to Rig's buildings. It was one of the ways that the high-flyers fostered their sense of community together.

Iris had been doing it since she was a kid, and the markets were one of the hubs for any who needed an easy ticket into the skies.

"I got the gist of it," she assured her fellow recruits with easy confidence. "Nobody's going to be able to tell me apart, and if there's trouble I'll have the birds-eye view. So no need for anyone to report any deaths or anything."
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It was going to be a dangerous summer.

Aleks exhaled through his lips as AJ pulled away from his hand, grumbling to himself about slights real and imagined all over again. It was an exhausting process, and a cyclical one, a yawning whirlpool forever threatening to suck each and every person assembled in the parking lot into hell. Well, except Katie. Katie! The Russian did a little shrug with his eyebrows, and his mouth quirked in her direction. Maybe it would help to know someone wasn't gawking over her. Or maybe not. The people here tended towards self-absorption as a general rule. Sami seemed to have the same idea; his greeting to Katie was as warm and familial as his next, and his next and his next.

Instead of shadowing AJ, Aleks decided to follow in the Latino's wake instead, going after some of Reyna and Ava's pancakes. He balanced the bottom of his mocha in one hand and waited patiently for Sami to finish shoveling out handfuls. He seemed to wrap them up in his hands like burritos, which was a good strategy in lieu of managing his flatware. Aleks looked down; the only utensils he'd brought were for Chloé's fruit salad, not any potential food of his own.

Fuck it. Soon they would be dying for a taste of In N Out while marooned in Montana, or Arkansas, or Missouri, or any of the other nameless states Aleks believed were made up by these douchebags to befuddle him. For this one final morning, he was in California; he would eat as the Californians ate. So when it was his turn for a plate, Aleks took one politely - and then proceeded to wrap up the pancakes in the same cylindrical shape, although it seemed too thick to take a bite out of without looking disgusting. Sami didn't seem to mind - he was still pirouetting between Emi and Josie, planting kisses and winning hearts - and more power to him, but Aleks would be damned if his kisses left crumbs on anyone. He would have sulked like AJ if someone had left crumbs on him.

Most of the pancakes, save for one at the very heart of the breakfast roll-up, unfolded back into their original shape, resting on the plate. Aleks washed down his first bite and smiled brightly.

"Spasibo," he thanked Reyna gratefully; he passed his compliments to the chef with a wink. "Glad you made it, Reyna. You too, Ava."

His eyes found Chloé amid the throng of new arrivals - she was between Ivy and Chris, both of whom had no doubt received a helping of her Nainai's hospitality recently; they'd gotten here together. He grinned at his best friend and raised her Starbucks order - drink and chocolate bar balanced aloft in his hand in his best, most coquettish impersonation of Lady Liberty. He had the mentality of a gymnast - and what's more, the body. He could hold that pose like a motherfucker for as long as he needed to.

Watch. His eyes dared hers, a silent challenge.

"AJ and Val are already hissing at each other in there," he murmured under his breath to Reyna and Ava. "People aren't even out of their cars yet. By Vegas there will be fucking bodies in the van."
@Plank Sinatra@HereComesTheSnow@Leriamae@GreenGoat

To put it frankly, I made that as a metaphor.

The canon characters may exist but their lives aren't the same and the majority of them have little to no involvement at all, I rather not butcher everything tbh.

As for Level 5's...

My Co-GM @Stern Algorithm is correct but that's a touchy subject. There's a custom roster but I'd say no to any attempts of creating a level 5.





I'm excited. Most Raildex games have come and gone with only science side characters, it's about time that I can finally put forth the Scientology magic sider of my dreams.
First instinct: hell yeah.

That being said, if "the Touma cast doesn't exist" is a thing, I'm just curious what the Level 5 roster looks like. Are they the same names and powers, and we're just lucky enough to never interact with them? Or are you creating customs?


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