Shiyonichi

Overlord RP - Bloodlines of Steel and Snow

I’ll be interested, I can also be the Lore Nazi, since I have read most of the Light novel with the exception of the very newest volumes.

The Hunters Club

”Doesn’t even have the common decency to lend anyone money for public transport.”

Akira criticized the president, though that didn’t mean much come from him, whose usual shtick was taking people’s money for public transport and taking a motorcycle... though how he knew how to ride a motorcycle he would usually answer with screw the police. Though speaking of figuratively screwing the police he had to go to Yume park... Now he had no idea where that was, but he knew his parks, mostly from trashing them and loitering around, but he knew his parks. He was pretty sure he could just find it on just relying on his gut feeling.

”Well I better take the other’s cues and get out of here.”

The delinquent crumbled the paper into a red white ball and threw it into the recycling bin with an upper hand throw, though it came out more of a baseball pitch becoming a white blur as soon as it left his hands and in a split second and crashing into the bin causing it to spin around on it’s rim, before settling down. Without wasting any time he walked over to the windows with big thumping steps, before sliding back the windows... And then jumping out.

Akira landed with a loud thud and sent a cloud of dust fly from his feet sent from the impact. Akira brushed himself off, without a care in the world and then proceeded to walk off into a random direction.

My Hero Academia: The Next Generation

Noru Nanbu

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”...”

There was moments of awkward silence... with only the sounds of their footsteps rang out

”So If a villain attacks are you going to not fight, because you don’t want to hurt anyone? Will you let people get hurt, due to not wanting to fight? This is a school for heroes, everyone knows that heroes have to hurt people and get hurt to help others. If you hold back you will be insulting me, Charles, Heroes, and your own dreams.”

What Noru gave was not soft word of encouragement, but the cold hard truth. Noru looked at Koharu with a hard determination. The entertainer Noru was no longer there. What there was the child chasing a dream with everything he had.

”So, don’t you dare go at it Half Assed, because everyone here isn’t going to give you the mercy. Fight to win.”

Once again they walked in silence... until.

”We’re here.”

The Hunters Club

”Alright, that was a good waste of a basketball. You have me convinced. I’ll join yer gang.

Akira winched a bit at the smell of burning rubber and the after effects of shooting lightning in doors. His ears were still ringing after the roar of thunder that followed even with the lightning bolt being rather small compared natural lightning, Akira still picked his ears in irritation, he always had better senses than his peers and was often compared to a blood hound.

”Also could you given us a warning to cover our ears before going all Chidori on our asses, I’ll think I might have gone deaf after that, so thanks for that ya damn Electric Eel.”

Akira was obviously using hyperbole as he was still able to get the basics of what he president was saying, Akira got up and walked over to the table of talismans he quickly found his as most were already taken and used, by the other members. Akira turned his talisman around slightly curious at the supernatural explaination of his strength.

Akira Yamamoto, bloodline of the Oni-

Akira stopped reading after the word Oni, since that’s all he needed to know. That and he didn’t like reading. Akira mimicked the other members of the club or at least tried to, as he attempted to poke his finger with the needle, he would find that the needle didn’t pierce deep enough for it to draw blood and as he tried to put more force into the needle, the needle would bend thirty degrees instead of piercing his skin.

”Ah, screw it.”

The delinquent would put his thumb in his mouth, right under his sharp canine before biting down on it and drawing a stream of blood before drawing a red line over the talisman and putting it near his chest like president electric eel said. Akira closed his eyes and he could feel something from the talisman flow into him, but it felt a bit half hearted and a bit weak, probably because he already ‘Scratched the Surface’ It flowed into his veins and through his blood making it’s way around his circulatory system, until it reached his heart in which the talisman’s power would suddenly stop, as if it hit a wall at 80 miles per hour dispersing into eight directions and eight pieces.

”Eh, was that supposed to- Ah, whatever. So, want me to follow everyone else’s example and do an demonstration, Electric Eel President?

Of course it wasn’t really that difficult to guess what Akira’s power was, he was an Oni or at least had the bloodline of one. Even without his unnatural abilities he basically had since birth, it wasn’t to hard to guess that he was basically what people would call a brick, he could hit someone really hard. Since Oni’s are mostly known for their strength. Akira took a tissue and rubbed away the blood from his thumb, which had stopped bleeding some time ago.

One Piece: The Scarlet Pirates

”Do be such a party pooper! This is a pub, a pub! You have to get into the atmosphere! Kakaakaa! Besides all the food her sucks anyway! The... the only good thing here is the booze, the just tastes like tree bark and need the goddamn booze to wash it down!”

Musashi laughed in a rather strange fashion and her arm would tighten around the living Bomb as she tried to take another chug only to find it was stil empty. She looked towards the waiter in irritation and started to shout to the staff.

”Come on where’s the booze! I asked for it like long ass time ago! Wait girly did you say you had a boat! You’re the best lil sis!”

The white haired swordswoman wrapped her arms around the living Bomb with strength that betrayed her frame. Somehow during all this Jeanette had become the drunk madwoman’s lil sis. The rambling caused by alcohol induced idiocy were quite terrible.

”Well let’s go on an adventure! And Sail the seas! And- huh, So yer pirates who got plundered, robbers who got robbed! Nice oh, so very nice!”

The Red eyed swordswoman walked over dragging Jeanette with her and started slapping Dereck across the back in a playful manner, only it felt like a 2 by 4 was being slammed into him. And in her drunken state she started singing.

”The pirates who, got plundered! The pirates who got plundered!

Then she started laughing. The staff looked at what was going on and immediately fled into the kitchen. The patrons of the pub either got weapons or tried to step out the back entrance. Musashi had set down a powder keg. That was ready to explode and one wrong move would cause the pub to be engulfed in chaos.

The Hunters Club

”Please, that kind of door isn’t going to break with just that, trust me.”

Akira stayed as a matter of fact sort of way, which brought up the question of how did he know the exact amount of punishment a sliding door can take, though he didn’t seem like he was going to answer.

”Well, Brownie Girl I’ll take you up on that. I can make a batch of pretty damn good cookies.

Baking didn’t seem like something a a former infamous delinquent would have as a hobby, at least a hobby that they would show off, but Akira “Raging Demon of Tokyo” Yamamoto displayed the hobby proudly. Mostly because no one was going to make fun of the kid who could bench press a vending machine for having feminine hobbies. Akira leaned back knowing he at least had something in common with someone here.

Akira leaned back in his chair listening to the president talking about. Supernatural entities spirits and how they all had some sort of power. Akira looked down at his hand and clenched it. The president gave him a look when he was talking about how some had “Scratched the Surface.” Was he talking about his strength? Well, a creepy club president’s words vs his own doctor’s, he was more willing to bet on his doctor. Though he didn’t really mind if the club president was telling the truth. In the past few months he didn’t feel right with normalcy and unlike most people, he wasn’t that averse to violence. That being said, he still needed proof.

”Well, Mr. Club President.”

Akira mixed in a subtle tone of sarcasm.

”Before answering these questions, you should at least give us proof to back up what you’re saying. Now since you are in this club, that you say can only be joined by people with some sort of special power, then you should have powers as well, right? Show off your power then.”

My Hero Academia: The Next Generation

Noru Nanbu

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”Oh really then! I guess we should go together, after all we are in the same class, wouldn’t want to be late!”

Noru gave a Cheshire grin. Before easily catching up. Koharu was going to have to come up with a better excuse to run away from him! Noru walked besides her for a few moments. Giving her a bit of silence. Before asking in the most nonchalant manner possible.

”So, Koharu what’s got you flustered. Nervous about the grading? Hurting your opponents? Your partner?”

One Piece: The Scarlet Pirates

”Oi Kid you can’t enter this place... without ordering booze! Wat’s wrong with ya!”

From out of nowhere, a certain swordswoman would appear calling out to Jeanette, before she’d wrap her arm around her shoulder, red faced and clearly intoxicated she’d call out to the the waiter.

”Oi, gets some booze for the kid!”

Musashi put her mug up and tried to take another chug of her drink only to find it empty.

”Oh and another one for me, put it on my tab! Oh, by the way kid, you got a boat I can take...? Little old me gone and screwed up again! Ahaha!”

Musashi gave a hearty laugh. As the staff grumbled about a tab that was probably never going to get payed. As a matter of fact most of the usual patrons didn’t look happy with her sticking around. Which Musashi was clearly happy to fulfill after all she didn’t intend on ever setting foot here, it was that she made a mistake and stowed away on the wrong ship and ended up here. By now she was quite infamous as her drunken ramblings managed to annoy most of the isle and also managed to annoy away any Crew that could take her, causing her to be stuck on the Isle for three weeks. The only reason they still put up with her was if they tried to get physical, she would just send them running with broken bones.

@Noodles

One Piece: The Scarlet Pirates

I’m going to post tomorrow, I was just busy.

The Hunters Club

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Akira yawned as the end bell rang, so far Himikai Academy didn’t seem too different from his old school, which was a bit disconcerting considering he got in by a suspicious letter. Offering a scholarship for entering a hunters club. Now it would be one thing thing if he was some sort of super genius wiz kid, but he was an infamous delinquent known for sending a small army of other punks to the hospital and only getting at best, averages grade, not qualified for one of the top academies by any means. For that matter what kind of school had a hunters club and what kind of person would enjoy shooting animals, god damn savages. Despite all this, it was rather normal, albeit being a good step up from his old school. Well no use thinking about what happened. He he was here and he wasn’t going to get into a better school than Himikai, that’s for sure. The hunters club probably just needed a genetic freak like him to haul the kills, probably nothing more than that. Akira got up from his slouched sitting position and made his way out the door.

Akira found the hunters club in a matter of moments, the obnoxious and ugly sign outside was a dead give away. Akira put his hand on the door before sliding the door open with such force, it made a thundering crack and slight shockwave causing a vibration to engulf the room for just a moment.

”Ah, used too much strength. Sup, name’s Akira Yamamoto.

Akira gave an friendly grin to go along with his introduction. Though with his face it appeared less of a ‘nice to meet you’ kind of grin and more of a ‘I’m gonna stab you and watch you bleed’ kind of grin. Akira made his way inside and took a brownie, which he wordlessly ate until it was small enough to toss in to his mouth.

”To whoever made this brownie, mind exchanging recipes, these weren’t half bad.”