I plan on it. I've actually been out since I posted last trying to get groceries and take care of my dog. And I'm reading through the IC now to get a grasp of things.
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Scar, you get dumplings in that case. I have two tuna cases, four phili rolls, three blazing California rolls, three sashimi rolls...and more.
One trip to the groceries later, and I bought everyone sushi home.
No. I'm serious. I accidentally bought enough sushi for eight people. ...Anyone want some? ;w;
No. I'm serious. I accidentally bought enough sushi for eight people. ...Anyone want some? ;w;
Appearance:
First Name: Eika
Last Name: Munashii
Age (14-18): 17
Gender: F
Skills (Spirit Only): Durable and capable like other Half-Phantoms, Eika's capabilities shine in relation to the animal that she's become a part of: punching the shit out of things. The Peacock Mantis Shrimp is an animal renowned for its beautiful colors and its punches -- the latter being faster than a .22 caliber bullet and capable of breaking through bulletproof glass. As a result, her punches harsh enough to leave small craters in the ground, dents in metal, and broken bones in bodies if she manages to land them. Thanks to the armored skin she has as a "carapace" on top of it, she can take a little bit more of a beating with those "gauntlets" than someone else with a Soul Link such as, say, a cat's tail.
Soul Link: A rainbow-colored carapace over her hands and arms, and over her legs. Basically function as armored gauntlets and leg guards. Based off the Peacock Mantis Shrimp.)
Personality: Eika's got the type of "buildup" personality that's more on fighters than on almost-legal teenage girls. She's quiet -- that's how she starts out. She watches, she learns, and she acts. But she's not a heartless little shrimp now, she's got the came capacity to care for someone as anyone else that wants with a heart. And she's even capable of cooking -- people who don't care about other people don't know how to cook! (Uhh...do they?)
And that's the problem there. Her violence level is in proportion to her anger. The angrier she is, the more "outspoken" she gets, which leads to her to the point that she will chase people down to their own homes to sock them in the jaw. It's a harsh world out there, especially with a girl around 5'6'' stalking you home to get into a tussle, and Eika can get a little TOO into things as a worse-case scenario. Once she's in the fight, good luck dragging her out.
[Eika, as it should be noted, has an intense fear of large bodies of water. Her gaining of Half-Phantom powers came from an incident involving her near-drowning that claimed the life of her father.]
Theme Song (Optional): All I want to be is a shovely bubbly gobbly gook.~
Other: Uhm...Yato? I'll leave him some change if I have any on me next time.
First Name: Eika
Last Name: Munashii
Age (14-18): 17
Gender: F
Skills (Spirit Only): Durable and capable like other Half-Phantoms, Eika's capabilities shine in relation to the animal that she's become a part of: punching the shit out of things. The Peacock Mantis Shrimp is an animal renowned for its beautiful colors and its punches -- the latter being faster than a .22 caliber bullet and capable of breaking through bulletproof glass. As a result, her punches harsh enough to leave small craters in the ground, dents in metal, and broken bones in bodies if she manages to land them. Thanks to the armored skin she has as a "carapace" on top of it, she can take a little bit more of a beating with those "gauntlets" than someone else with a Soul Link such as, say, a cat's tail.
Soul Link: A rainbow-colored carapace over her hands and arms, and over her legs. Basically function as armored gauntlets and leg guards. Based off the Peacock Mantis Shrimp.)
Personality: Eika's got the type of "buildup" personality that's more on fighters than on almost-legal teenage girls. She's quiet -- that's how she starts out. She watches, she learns, and she acts. But she's not a heartless little shrimp now, she's got the came capacity to care for someone as anyone else that wants with a heart. And she's even capable of cooking -- people who don't care about other people don't know how to cook! (Uhh...do they?)
And that's the problem there. Her violence level is in proportion to her anger. The angrier she is, the more "outspoken" she gets, which leads to her to the point that she will chase people down to their own homes to sock them in the jaw. It's a harsh world out there, especially with a girl around 5'6'' stalking you home to get into a tussle, and Eika can get a little TOO into things as a worse-case scenario. Once she's in the fight, good luck dragging her out.
[Eika, as it should be noted, has an intense fear of large bodies of water. Her gaining of Half-Phantom powers came from an incident involving her near-drowning that claimed the life of her father.]
Theme Song (Optional): All I want to be is a shovely bubbly gobbly gook.~
Other: Uhm...Yato? I'll leave him some change if I have any on me next time.
Yay. I get to be the Shrimp-chan of the RP. ^^;
So. In regards to posting. Probably should wait until two people post before posting again or something of the like?
o/
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That means TP/WQ has done her job right. Lol.
It's not Alice in Wonderland if Alice isn't confused as hell.
That means TP/WQ has done her job right. Lol.
It's not Alice in Wonderland if Alice isn't confused as hell.
The Transient Princess
The ripples were a sensation not unlike falling up a rabbit hole and through the blackness into the light of the blurred world that spoke of something less impressive than what she knew. Ah, but it was too late now, was it not? She'd come out on the other side from her own home, and she'd noticed such a crude display. A little thing, all dirtied and fearful and on the ground, with -- for lack of better words -- a dirty peasant over her with nothing less than ill-intent. That little one...There was no reason for her to be shown such a cruel world. The White Queen could not simply allow such a treason to go on as she looked on from the roof of the building that oversaw the alleyway.
Ah, perhaps Alice had finally been found? The question answered! Where had Alice been this whole time?
She couldn't very well let anything happen to dear Alice, that would be poor of a Queen.
By the time that the man began his advance, The White Queen had chosen to take a step off of the building and allow the flowing white gown she wore to dance in the wind as she descended, giving the aspect of an angelic being falling from the sky above. With her fall, she opted to take a single step off of the back of the peasant -- digging the heel into his skin, through the bone -- and using her other shoe to dig out that same heel with a push off of him. The force would throw him off of his legs and down to the alleyway's ground and to allow herself to land upon the ground without so much as a light "tap" from the heels of the black boots she wore. Then came two steps to move, to block the dirtied girl that had been tripped, from his view. The voice that she let out was one with power, complimented by her complete and utter ignorance of the man behind her. Instead, a hand held out game with a smile that showed relief, offering the girl her help to stand as she finally addressed her.
"Alice! We have been looking for you everywhere. Your dress is all dirtied- ah, our apologies. We were not quicker in finding you! Would you like to come with us and play a game? This peasant behind us surely means nothing good in his advancing. We could show you so many more fun games than to play with the uneducated. Come, take our hand? We do not have very much time, and it is soon to be today if we do not hurry."
Open insults! Open insults to a man that may very well be armed as she turned her back away from him and focused her attentions upon the one that she offered the help towards. It only took a single yes, a single grab of the hand she outstretched, and it could all end...And it would be a shame to leave Alice here, now that she'd found her.
Come, little dreamer! Down the rabbit hole, take the White Queen's hand, and let the game begin with the taking of this pawn behind her.
Ein Ferah
"GET THOSE DAMNED PILLS AWAY FROM ME!"
The outburst of emotion was not something normal for the sleepy woman. But with the advancing of these men that cornered her, the consistent shaking of the white capsules in the closed medication bottle, she was like a cornered animal -- a prior switch from the sleepy demeanor that she had had. It surely wouldn't last long, but it was a burst of energy that she needed as her eyes frantically searched side to side. Granted, trying to climb up the first building one saw might have been a poor idea for the sake of getting in a day's run since she'd been somewhat "awake" for once. But...unfortunately, it landed her in this situation -- four guns pointed at her head and a handful of sleep meds to knock her on her ass for her two choices. This was just an inconvenient case of mistaken identity.
"Now, now. Little lass, I'd say you've got two options here. Either get back in here so we can get to business, or take a mouthful of lead that'll have you sleeping for a long time. What'll it be for ya, dear?"
A body that twitched, yearned to climb up and run away from the five men in front of her, and a disgust like no other at being mistaken for a prostitute of all things in such a city as Saulbine?... Was she just an unlucky thing? Regardless, she refused to move as she stuck to the wall like glue and shook her head. A death-forsaking hatred of pills led the poor girl to bring her arms of her head and brace for what only could be an unfortunate end of days for Ein. She'd rather take the bullets...rather take the bullets than be forced to swallow down any more of those damned little capsules...!
And then came the click of the triggers.
The ripples were a sensation not unlike falling up a rabbit hole and through the blackness into the light of the blurred world that spoke of something less impressive than what she knew. Ah, but it was too late now, was it not? She'd come out on the other side from her own home, and she'd noticed such a crude display. A little thing, all dirtied and fearful and on the ground, with -- for lack of better words -- a dirty peasant over her with nothing less than ill-intent. That little one...There was no reason for her to be shown such a cruel world. The White Queen could not simply allow such a treason to go on as she looked on from the roof of the building that oversaw the alleyway.
Ah, perhaps Alice had finally been found? The question answered! Where had Alice been this whole time?
She couldn't very well let anything happen to dear Alice, that would be poor of a Queen.
By the time that the man began his advance, The White Queen had chosen to take a step off of the building and allow the flowing white gown she wore to dance in the wind as she descended, giving the aspect of an angelic being falling from the sky above. With her fall, she opted to take a single step off of the back of the peasant -- digging the heel into his skin, through the bone -- and using her other shoe to dig out that same heel with a push off of him. The force would throw him off of his legs and down to the alleyway's ground and to allow herself to land upon the ground without so much as a light "tap" from the heels of the black boots she wore. Then came two steps to move, to block the dirtied girl that had been tripped, from his view. The voice that she let out was one with power, complimented by her complete and utter ignorance of the man behind her. Instead, a hand held out game with a smile that showed relief, offering the girl her help to stand as she finally addressed her.
"Alice! We have been looking for you everywhere. Your dress is all dirtied- ah, our apologies. We were not quicker in finding you! Would you like to come with us and play a game? This peasant behind us surely means nothing good in his advancing. We could show you so many more fun games than to play with the uneducated. Come, take our hand? We do not have very much time, and it is soon to be today if we do not hurry."
Open insults! Open insults to a man that may very well be armed as she turned her back away from him and focused her attentions upon the one that she offered the help towards. It only took a single yes, a single grab of the hand she outstretched, and it could all end...And it would be a shame to leave Alice here, now that she'd found her.
Come, little dreamer! Down the rabbit hole, take the White Queen's hand, and let the game begin with the taking of this pawn behind her.
Ein Ferah
"GET THOSE DAMNED PILLS AWAY FROM ME!"
The outburst of emotion was not something normal for the sleepy woman. But with the advancing of these men that cornered her, the consistent shaking of the white capsules in the closed medication bottle, she was like a cornered animal -- a prior switch from the sleepy demeanor that she had had. It surely wouldn't last long, but it was a burst of energy that she needed as her eyes frantically searched side to side. Granted, trying to climb up the first building one saw might have been a poor idea for the sake of getting in a day's run since she'd been somewhat "awake" for once. But...unfortunately, it landed her in this situation -- four guns pointed at her head and a handful of sleep meds to knock her on her ass for her two choices. This was just an inconvenient case of mistaken identity.
"Now, now. Little lass, I'd say you've got two options here. Either get back in here so we can get to business, or take a mouthful of lead that'll have you sleeping for a long time. What'll it be for ya, dear?"
A body that twitched, yearned to climb up and run away from the five men in front of her, and a disgust like no other at being mistaken for a prostitute of all things in such a city as Saulbine?... Was she just an unlucky thing? Regardless, she refused to move as she stuck to the wall like glue and shook her head. A death-forsaking hatred of pills led the poor girl to bring her arms of her head and brace for what only could be an unfortunate end of days for Ein. She'd rather take the bullets...rather take the bullets than be forced to swallow down any more of those damned little capsules...!
And then came the click of the triggers.
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