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Awesome, thanks. I'll have a CS up soon.
I'm interested, although I have a question.
Would my character be able to have a skill that allows her to use a two-handed hammer?
Something like:
but with a slightly bigger, two-sided head.
It's not in the skill list you linked, which is why I wanted to ask before working on anything. Regardless of your answer though, I'll still be making a character.
Would my character be able to have a skill that allows her to use a two-handed hammer?
Something like:
but with a slightly bigger, two-sided head.
It's not in the skill list you linked, which is why I wanted to ask before working on anything. Regardless of your answer though, I'll still be making a character.
;_;7 Good luck, brave leader Yuzuru ;_;7
Yuuma could no longer feel his face. He wasn't sure if that was a good thing, but it sure was nice to not be in extreme pain anymore. Brooke zipped around, taking care of the members and giving him a makeshift ice pack. Thanking her, he placed it against his skin, closing his eyes and sighing happily at the cold sensation. Yuzuru began to explain the water gun trust exercise they were going to do. It seemed horribly
"Goodness, Yuuman, are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost... H̷̢̻͍͔̹̤͉̦̟̗a̵̗̥̟͈͙̜̠̹̭̗v̶̢̠͈̼͙̞̩̘̠̟e̵̢̖̗̹̼̭̹̞̻͜ ̷̼̲͇̗̣͍̦͎̞̲y̶͙̖͎̤͈̯͈̯̞͜o̸̬̠̥̹̪̥̫̼̖̭u̷̢͖̱̺̯̦̯̬͇ͅ ̴̨͙̣̫̺̮̹͔̰̥s̴̡͓̖̝̱̪̻͕̬ͅe̶̡̦̮̮̞̲̰͔͜ͅe̶̙̰̗͈̹͖̟̠͇͕n̸̨̮͇͚͖͉̱̥͜ͅ ̸̙͖̳̬͇͖̲̤̜̯a̶̡̡͎͍̦̮̪͈̲͓ ̶͓͈͖̱̻͕̬̘͕͜g̴̨͈̣͍͚͚̬̝̥͈ḩ̸͙̳̟͇̹̹̤͎͜o̷̭͎͔̙̖͎̯̰̙͜s̵̖͙̰̰̼̯͈͍͍̯t̶̡̢̺͎̤̥̣̞͍̥,̵̤̭̲͓̤̖͚͖̰̟ ̷̢̪͔͇̜̫̜̥͓ͅY̷̧͉̳͕̙̜̜͔̯͖u̷̞̭̲̼̖͈̝͎͎͕ų̴̡̘͉̜̟̠̱͇͜m̵̪̦̳͚̙̥̗͚̲͜a̴̡̻̰̰̙̜͉̺̞̰ ̴̡̰̬͓̬͇̪̯̙̻d̵̮̻̲̠̬̥͈͈̩̘e̷̼̰͖̠̱͇̹̮̼͎a̶̧̙̭̻̭̫͈̥͖͜r̷̰̲͇̤̜͇̻̘̣͉?̴̰̯͔͔̪̤͔̱̤̱"̸̨͔̖̤̳̹̳̰͚̘
His eyes snapped open to see Mao leaning towards him, her face a twisted grin. As she placed her hand on his forehead, his face defaulted to the terrified, uncertain smile and panic shot through him.
Please no, I'd really rather not be her target this week.
He tried to say he was fine, but no sound came out, so he just kept smiling while sweating profusely.
After what seemed like an eternity, her terrifying expression was replaced with a cute smile, and she removed her hand from his forehead, saying "Well at least you're not sick!"
And then, mercifully, she went over to Yuzuru and clung onto her, asking the leader to be her partner for the trust exercise. He could've jumped and done an olde-timey heel click in joy, but restrained himself. He was safe for the week. Unless of course he did something to piss Mao off.
Completely drained from the constant adrenaline that had been flowing through him all morning, Yuuma just stood blankly in place. Steve asked Yuzuru if he could sit out of the trust exercise. From the way he worded it, Yuuma knew exactly what was going through his mind. When the leader accepted his request, Yuuma glanced towards Steve, face still expressionless. He shot a quick thumbs up, showing his approval.
And then Yuzuru fell asleep, head on Mao's breasts. Yuuma wasn't anywhere near as blatant as Steve, but he certainly got his own eyeful. He went over to the water guns and blindfolds, and grabbed two of each. As he walked across the room, heading towards Brooke, he super nonchalantly pulled out his phone and texted Steve.
"send me the pics later"
After hitting send and putting his phone away as smoothly as he had taken it out, he plopped down in a seat next to Brooke.
"Team?" he asked her, holding out a blindfold and water gun.
"Goodness, Yuuman, are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost... H̷̢̻͍͔̹̤͉̦̟̗a̵̗̥̟͈͙̜̠̹̭̗v̶̢̠͈̼͙̞̩̘̠̟e̵̢̖̗̹̼̭̹̞̻͜ ̷̼̲͇̗̣͍̦͎̞̲y̶͙̖͎̤͈̯͈̯̞͜o̸̬̠̥̹̪̥̫̼̖̭u̷̢͖̱̺̯̦̯̬͇ͅ ̴̨͙̣̫̺̮̹͔̰̥s̴̡͓̖̝̱̪̻͕̬ͅe̶̡̦̮̮̞̲̰͔͜ͅe̶̙̰̗͈̹͖̟̠͇͕n̸̨̮͇͚͖͉̱̥͜ͅ ̸̙͖̳̬͇͖̲̤̜̯a̶̡̡͎͍̦̮̪͈̲͓ ̶͓͈͖̱̻͕̬̘͕͜g̴̨͈̣͍͚͚̬̝̥͈ḩ̸͙̳̟͇̹̹̤͎͜o̷̭͎͔̙̖͎̯̰̙͜s̵̖͙̰̰̼̯͈͍͍̯t̶̡̢̺͎̤̥̣̞͍̥,̵̤̭̲͓̤̖͚͖̰̟ ̷̢̪͔͇̜̫̜̥͓ͅY̷̧͉̳͕̙̜̜͔̯͖u̷̞̭̲̼̖͈̝͎͎͕ų̴̡̘͉̜̟̠̱͇͜m̵̪̦̳͚̙̥̗͚̲͜a̴̡̻̰̰̙̜͉̺̞̰ ̴̡̰̬͓̬͇̪̯̙̻d̵̮̻̲̠̬̥͈͈̩̘e̷̼̰͖̠̱͇̹̮̼͎a̶̧̙̭̻̭̫͈̥͖͜r̷̰̲͇̤̜͇̻̘̣͉?̴̰̯͔͔̪̤͔̱̤̱"̸̨͔̖̤̳̹̳̰͚̘
His eyes snapped open to see Mao leaning towards him, her face a twisted grin. As she placed her hand on his forehead, his face defaulted to the terrified, uncertain smile and panic shot through him.
Please no, I'd really rather not be her target this week.
He tried to say he was fine, but no sound came out, so he just kept smiling while sweating profusely.
After what seemed like an eternity, her terrifying expression was replaced with a cute smile, and she removed her hand from his forehead, saying "Well at least you're not sick!"
And then, mercifully, she went over to Yuzuru and clung onto her, asking the leader to be her partner for the trust exercise. He could've jumped and done an olde-timey heel click in joy, but restrained himself. He was safe for the week. Unless of course he did something to piss Mao off.
Completely drained from the constant adrenaline that had been flowing through him all morning, Yuuma just stood blankly in place. Steve asked Yuzuru if he could sit out of the trust exercise. From the way he worded it, Yuuma knew exactly what was going through his mind. When the leader accepted his request, Yuuma glanced towards Steve, face still expressionless. He shot a quick thumbs up, showing his approval.
And then Yuzuru fell asleep, head on Mao's breasts. Yuuma wasn't anywhere near as blatant as Steve, but he certainly got his own eyeful. He went over to the water guns and blindfolds, and grabbed two of each. As he walked across the room, heading towards Brooke, he super nonchalantly pulled out his phone and texted Steve.
"send me the pics later"
After hitting send and putting his phone away as smoothly as he had taken it out, he plopped down in a seat next to Brooke.
"Team?" he asked her, holding out a blindfold and water gun.
As Yuuma finally began to regain the ability to breathe, Yuzuru woke up. After spending a moment taking in the scene around her she jumped up, one of her eyes being red.
"Behold my peons! For I, Yuzuru vi Tokisaki the Only, command you to gaze upon the face of our new secret passageway! Marvel at its beauty for it shall be the hole to pierce the heavens!"
Yuuma stared at her in disbelief while Buster apologized profusely. The rant was largely ignored by Yuuma, as they happened fairly often.
During all this, Eliza made her way over to him, and began to tip her cup to pour tea on his head with a bright smile on her face. He was a moment away from freaking out and leaving the room, but heard Yuzuru greeting Mao, causing him to freeze. Oh god.
As Eliza poured tea all over him, he slowly turned his head to look at the door where Mao stood, a pained, fake smile plastered on his face.
"H-hey, Uki-san," he managed to squeek, fighting to not scream from the pain of having a boiling hot liquid dumped onto his head. "We're all doing good, clearly, how about you?"
Under his breath and through his smile he whispered "Please stop," to Eliza.
"Behold my peons! For I, Yuzuru vi Tokisaki the Only, command you to gaze upon the face of our new secret passageway! Marvel at its beauty for it shall be the hole to pierce the heavens!"
Yuuma stared at her in disbelief while Buster apologized profusely. The rant was largely ignored by Yuuma, as they happened fairly often.
During all this, Eliza made her way over to him, and began to tip her cup to pour tea on his head with a bright smile on her face. He was a moment away from freaking out and leaving the room, but heard Yuzuru greeting Mao, causing him to freeze. Oh god.
As Eliza poured tea all over him, he slowly turned his head to look at the door where Mao stood, a pained, fake smile plastered on his face.
"H-hey, Uki-san," he managed to squeek, fighting to not scream from the pain of having a boiling hot liquid dumped onto his head. "We're all doing good, clearly, how about you?"
Under his breath and through his smile he whispered "Please stop," to Eliza.
I'm giggling like I ain't never giggled before and we're only 10 posts in.
Keep it up, ladies and gents.
Keep it up, ladies and gents.
Yuuma heard a voice from outside. A moment later, Eliza entered the room and began marching around. He wasn't really sure why, but at least she wasn't being a danger to herself or anyone else. She waved to him, and in response he smiled slightly and returned a small wave.
A few minutes later, the door creaked open once again, and Yuuma tensed up as he always did, preparing for the worst. In walked Brooke, thankfully, and he relaxed. Besides him, she was the most normal person in the club. She had her quirks of course, like everyone else, but none of them put people's lives at stake.
He smiled softly as she offered him a cup of tea, accepting it after he had put down his sketchbook. She mentioned it was a different kind than she usually made as she gave another cup to Eliza.
"It's very good. Thank you," he said after having taken a sip.
To be honest, Yuuma was kind of in disbelief. He had been in the club room for a solid ten minutes, and yet had no extra injuries. He was pretty sure that that was a record. He leaned back in his chair, relaxed and happy.
The moment he let his guard down was the moment when the club showed it's true colors.
Midway through a sip of his tea, Ryder and his borderline sentient robot came crashing through the ceiling.
Through the goddamned ceiling.
Yuuma jumped back, knocking his chair over and spilling hot tea all over his face. As he couldn't speak due to choking on the liquid, all he could do was stare at Ryder in an extremely disapproving manner.
This place was a hazard to his health. Shame on him for forgetting that, even for a split second.
A few minutes later, the door creaked open once again, and Yuuma tensed up as he always did, preparing for the worst. In walked Brooke, thankfully, and he relaxed. Besides him, she was the most normal person in the club. She had her quirks of course, like everyone else, but none of them put people's lives at stake.
He smiled softly as she offered him a cup of tea, accepting it after he had put down his sketchbook. She mentioned it was a different kind than she usually made as she gave another cup to Eliza.
"It's very good. Thank you," he said after having taken a sip.
To be honest, Yuuma was kind of in disbelief. He had been in the club room for a solid ten minutes, and yet had no extra injuries. He was pretty sure that that was a record. He leaned back in his chair, relaxed and happy.
The moment he let his guard down was the moment when the club showed it's true colors.
Midway through a sip of his tea, Ryder and his borderline sentient robot came crashing through the ceiling.
Through the goddamned ceiling.
Yuuma jumped back, knocking his chair over and spilling hot tea all over his face. As he couldn't speak due to choking on the liquid, all he could do was stare at Ryder in an extremely disapproving manner.
This place was a hazard to his health. Shame on him for forgetting that, even for a split second.
Number 1 sounds like a barrel of good, wholesome, and safe fun.
So many options!
Yuuma stood in front of the club room's door, all-too familiar hesitation keeping him from entering what was basically an insane asylum.
He couldn't hear anything coming from inside, so he slowly opened the door and peered in. He breathed a sigh of relief. Yuzuru was the only other person here this early, and on top of that she was asleep, face awkwardly against the table. Yuuma smiled to himself, amused by how small and innocent she looked.
He closed the door behind him quietly and took a seat, making sure to not wake her. God knows she rarely got any sleep, so as uncomfortable as her sleeping position looked, it was probably good for her. Planning to make use of the only quiet time he'd get today, he pulled out a sketchbook from his bag and began to doodle the club room from a high perspective, including both himself and Yuzuru in it.
He couldn't hear anything coming from inside, so he slowly opened the door and peered in. He breathed a sigh of relief. Yuzuru was the only other person here this early, and on top of that she was asleep, face awkwardly against the table. Yuuma smiled to himself, amused by how small and innocent she looked.
He closed the door behind him quietly and took a seat, making sure to not wake her. God knows she rarely got any sleep, so as uncomfortable as her sleeping position looked, it was probably good for her. Planning to make use of the only quiet time he'd get today, he pulled out a sketchbook from his bag and began to doodle the club room from a high perspective, including both himself and Yuzuru in it.
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