Been on a rampant Xenoverse kick recently, so hell yeah I'm game for a Dragon Ball RP. <_<
Interested.
Interested.
Sir Lurksalot
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I am going to smuggle wholesomeness into your RPs and there's not a damned thing any of you can do to stop me.
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I am going to smuggle wholesomeness into your RPs and there's not a damned thing any of you can do to stop me.
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"Bud, you're like a pizza cutter; All edge and no point!"
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Habanero ain't the spiciest pepper but it's pretty tasty on things, ya gotta admit.
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And in addition to boneless wings being overrated; Anybody who looks at sauced and tossed wings, lovingly spiced and perfectly crispy and says; 'I'mma dunk that in blue cheese' has missed the point.
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Boneless wings are overrated.
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I'll be eyeballin' this...
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@ZekariVoblis
Posted, kinda just filler bullshit to keep things moving... and sorry about the late reply, the new Xenoverse's got me pretty hooked. <_<
Also, if anyone wants to run into this pair of jackasses running and yelling through the streets, be my guest. XD
Posted, kinda just filler bullshit to keep things moving... and sorry about the late reply, the new Xenoverse's got me pretty hooked. <_<
Also, if anyone wants to run into this pair of jackasses running and yelling through the streets, be my guest. XD
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@ZekariVoblis
"Huh...Won't lie. Kept mistaking you for a nutcracker a number of times. I can't even entirely remember what that is to be honest, but I know you look like it."
Duncan's brow raised a little at that, but he didn't exactly seem offended.
"S'alright, I get that at least five times a day. 'Least you're not some drunk Texan tourist screaming it at the top of his lungs." He replied with a bit of a snort as he kept the pace as the rounded a corner "You'd be surprised how ornery people can get when you won't let them piss on monuments in the middle of the day. AYAAA!"
The shorter man listened intently while Ease gave him the 'Where-the-hell' and the 'Why-the-hell', though the 'How-the-hell' was decidedly absent, probably because he didn't know either. Though, apparently there were some others (aside from the maid-costumed Japanese girl they were looking for) stuck here with him, which was some kind of a relief, he guessed.
One thing stood out, though, making his head snap back towards the man in surprise.
"...I'm from there too. Alaska to be exact. Ironically we're neighbors huh?"
"No shit, really? Whereabouts?" For the first time that day, Duncan was actually grinning at something he'd heard "My Granddad's old war-buddy lives out in Juneau, we used to run up that way in the summer to go camping and hunting... Hell, first shot of Jack I ever had was on a boat headed for Anchorage when I was fifteen."
They turned another corner and with it, he let out another cry for this enigmatic Japanese schoolgirl in a maid outfit (something that he was still having trouble thinking he'd ever be doing) before continuing, still grinning at this small, actually pleasant thing he'd found out.
"...Myself, though, I grew up further east, in the bush around the north end of Lake Superior. So 'Neighbours' would be a bit of a stretch."
Not entirely accurate, but frankly it wasn't his overwhelmingly perfect, douchebag family that dropped him like a bad habit the second they realized he really took after his namesake(s) that made him into the man he was today, it was his crazy old Grandpa Duncan and the family of similarly crazy old veterans (and their kids/grandkids) that he brought him into that did. So he almost never mentioned them whenever he had to talk about his youth... That, and he always found it a good idea to avoid people catching on and connecting the dots between him and his more famous siblings. Especially his twin sister, the big damned movie/music star of oh, so many talents.
That shit always lead somewhere awkward.
But that was neither here, nor there, and the scarlet-adorned baldy shelved the thought as Ease spoke again.
"Most importantly, keep your guard up alright? This might be some fantasy land but it's probably just as dangerous as some worse parts of Earth. Especially since, well, as you saw, magic is sort of a thing here."
"Noted. Though I'm gonna go out on a limb and assume I'm the only guy here with a gun." Duncan responded patting his holster slightly to demonstrate his point "So we got that going for us. For now, at least."
Another corner turned, another shout of 'AYAAAA!', another round of nothing but confused alley cats staring at them as they ran past.
Duncan felt his brow twitch a little. This was starting to get a little irritating.
"The fuck is this woman, Usain Bolt? How goddamn far could she've gotten?"
"Huh...Won't lie. Kept mistaking you for a nutcracker a number of times. I can't even entirely remember what that is to be honest, but I know you look like it."
Duncan's brow raised a little at that, but he didn't exactly seem offended.
"S'alright, I get that at least five times a day. 'Least you're not some drunk Texan tourist screaming it at the top of his lungs." He replied with a bit of a snort as he kept the pace as the rounded a corner "You'd be surprised how ornery people can get when you won't let them piss on monuments in the middle of the day. AYAAA!"
The shorter man listened intently while Ease gave him the 'Where-the-hell' and the 'Why-the-hell', though the 'How-the-hell' was decidedly absent, probably because he didn't know either. Though, apparently there were some others (aside from the maid-costumed Japanese girl they were looking for) stuck here with him, which was some kind of a relief, he guessed.
One thing stood out, though, making his head snap back towards the man in surprise.
"...I'm from there too. Alaska to be exact. Ironically we're neighbors huh?"
"No shit, really? Whereabouts?" For the first time that day, Duncan was actually grinning at something he'd heard "My Granddad's old war-buddy lives out in Juneau, we used to run up that way in the summer to go camping and hunting... Hell, first shot of Jack I ever had was on a boat headed for Anchorage when I was fifteen."
They turned another corner and with it, he let out another cry for this enigmatic Japanese schoolgirl in a maid outfit (something that he was still having trouble thinking he'd ever be doing) before continuing, still grinning at this small, actually pleasant thing he'd found out.
"...Myself, though, I grew up further east, in the bush around the north end of Lake Superior. So 'Neighbours' would be a bit of a stretch."
Not entirely accurate, but frankly it wasn't his overwhelmingly perfect, douchebag family that dropped him like a bad habit the second they realized he really took after his namesake(s) that made him into the man he was today, it was his crazy old Grandpa Duncan and the family of similarly crazy old veterans (and their kids/grandkids) that he brought him into that did. So he almost never mentioned them whenever he had to talk about his youth... That, and he always found it a good idea to avoid people catching on and connecting the dots between him and his more famous siblings. Especially his twin sister, the big damned movie/music star of oh, so many talents.
That shit always lead somewhere awkward.
But that was neither here, nor there, and the scarlet-adorned baldy shelved the thought as Ease spoke again.
"Most importantly, keep your guard up alright? This might be some fantasy land but it's probably just as dangerous as some worse parts of Earth. Especially since, well, as you saw, magic is sort of a thing here."
"Noted. Though I'm gonna go out on a limb and assume I'm the only guy here with a gun." Duncan responded patting his holster slightly to demonstrate his point "So we got that going for us. For now, at least."
Another corner turned, another shout of 'AYAAAA!', another round of nothing but confused alley cats staring at them as they ran past.
Duncan felt his brow twitch a little. This was starting to get a little irritating.
"The fuck is this woman, Usain Bolt? How goddamn far could she've gotten?"
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Well, might as well just keep stirring this pot...
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Yes.
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@Lunarlors34@ZekariVoblis@Soragoku
Posted. A bit ugly because I have work in a few hours and am completely sleep-buggered but there it be.
Now excuse me whilst I commence my nightly mini-coma.
Edit: Also, a brief glimpse into Duncan's inner workings; ludicrously tough on the outside, a bit softer on the inside and probably gonna be silently horrified and ashamed that he couldn't save Hama (who he may meet again, softening the blow) and Addy (who he won't, which is a weight he's gonna have to carry) for a long while.
Posted. A bit ugly because I have work in a few hours and am completely sleep-buggered but there it be.
Now excuse me whilst I commence my nightly mini-coma.
Edit: Also, a brief glimpse into Duncan's inner workings; ludicrously tough on the outside, a bit softer on the inside and probably gonna be silently horrified and ashamed that he couldn't save Hama (who he may meet again, softening the blow) and Addy (who he won't, which is a weight he's gonna have to carry) for a long while.
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@Lunarlors34@ZekariVoblis@Soragoku
"As much as I hate to invoke any horror movie cliches, I think we should split up. We'll be able to cover more ground that way. On top of that, what's the maid's name? We can yell that out to help get her attention better.
"Splitting up? Like scooby doo and the gang?"
Duncan quirked a brow at the redhead's reference; he'd suspected the blond guy of being from his neck of the hypothetical inter-dimensional woods, but in all honesty, he'd kinda figured the girl with a honest-to-god wizard's staff dressed in medieval fantasy-land attire would be... y'know, from medieval fantasy-land.
And then she went on to patch 'Mr. Ease' up (whose name, admittedly, made him do a double-take as it sounded like that of someone who makes soundtracks for softcore porn-flicks for a living) with a touch of her hand and a single word, before handing out magical beetles like Halloween candy.
'Well, that would've been useful a while ago...' MacAiden thought as he watched Ease's wound knit itself shut at the mage's touch, his mind drifting back to the slums.
Where his friend was laying on the ground, dying.
Where a young girl, terrified and in agony, begged him for help.
Where he crawled along the cold ground on the stumps where his hands used to be, scorched and mutilated, the sound of what remained of his own vocal chords trying to scream echoing in his head as the crushing helplessness of his situation slowly rose from the pit of his stomach and left him lying on an empty street, begging for death.
*Squeak...?*
And suddenly, Duncan was back, just now noticing that one of the spectral beetles the mage-lass had summoned had made it's way onto his shoulder and had apparently been trying to get his attention for some time now.
And how tightly his fists were clenched.
And how his heart thundered away in his chest.
"Alright. You and me are gonna go this way. They seem to have their ways taken care of. Plus...we gotta talk about stuff."
The red-clad man only barely registered Ease's words as he slowly removed his hat and wiped the sweat he only now realized was coming off his brow on his sleeve, his eyes betraying the lingering emotion his stiff upper-lip would not.
"Come on!"
"Right... Right." Duncan replied, his features quickly reverting back to their usual disciplined calm as he put his hat back on and opened his breast pocket, motioning to the roughly junebug-sized beetle to get inside (which stared at him for a moment longer, before acquiescing and crawling inside with another audible 'Squeak!') before running to catch up with the other man.
"Duncan MacAiden." he introduced himself as he got close and slowed to match Ease's pace "...And before you ask, the stupid get-up is because I work for the Royal Canadian Mounted Police and my bosses have a weird obsession with red jackets and striped pants."
The Mountie's eyes briefly flicked back down to his breast pocket, where the beetle within let off another 'Squeak!' as it began... almost nuzzling against his chest through the fabric, which was either adorable or mildly unsettling, he couldn't decide which but it was probably both.
"Well, now that that's outta the way, first question: Where the fuck am I and why is everything fucked?"
"As much as I hate to invoke any horror movie cliches, I think we should split up. We'll be able to cover more ground that way. On top of that, what's the maid's name? We can yell that out to help get her attention better.
"Splitting up? Like scooby doo and the gang?"
Duncan quirked a brow at the redhead's reference; he'd suspected the blond guy of being from his neck of the hypothetical inter-dimensional woods, but in all honesty, he'd kinda figured the girl with a honest-to-god wizard's staff dressed in medieval fantasy-land attire would be... y'know, from medieval fantasy-land.
And then she went on to patch 'Mr. Ease' up (whose name, admittedly, made him do a double-take as it sounded like that of someone who makes soundtracks for softcore porn-flicks for a living) with a touch of her hand and a single word, before handing out magical beetles like Halloween candy.
'Well, that would've been useful a while ago...' MacAiden thought as he watched Ease's wound knit itself shut at the mage's touch, his mind drifting back to the slums.
Where his friend was laying on the ground, dying.
Where a young girl, terrified and in agony, begged him for help.
Where he crawled along the cold ground on the stumps where his hands used to be, scorched and mutilated, the sound of what remained of his own vocal chords trying to scream echoing in his head as the crushing helplessness of his situation slowly rose from the pit of his stomach and left him lying on an empty street, begging for death.
*Squeak...?*
And suddenly, Duncan was back, just now noticing that one of the spectral beetles the mage-lass had summoned had made it's way onto his shoulder and had apparently been trying to get his attention for some time now.
And how tightly his fists were clenched.
And how his heart thundered away in his chest.
"Alright. You and me are gonna go this way. They seem to have their ways taken care of. Plus...we gotta talk about stuff."
The red-clad man only barely registered Ease's words as he slowly removed his hat and wiped the sweat he only now realized was coming off his brow on his sleeve, his eyes betraying the lingering emotion his stiff upper-lip would not.
"Come on!"
"Right... Right." Duncan replied, his features quickly reverting back to their usual disciplined calm as he put his hat back on and opened his breast pocket, motioning to the roughly junebug-sized beetle to get inside (which stared at him for a moment longer, before acquiescing and crawling inside with another audible 'Squeak!') before running to catch up with the other man.
"Duncan MacAiden." he introduced himself as he got close and slowed to match Ease's pace "...And before you ask, the stupid get-up is because I work for the Royal Canadian Mounted Police and my bosses have a weird obsession with red jackets and striped pants."
The Mountie's eyes briefly flicked back down to his breast pocket, where the beetle within let off another 'Squeak!' as it began... almost nuzzling against his chest through the fabric, which was either adorable or mildly unsettling, he couldn't decide which but it was probably both.
"Well, now that that's outta the way, first question: Where the fuck am I and why is everything fucked?"
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@Lunarlors34
*Queue scene where Duncan keeps on subtley motioning and pointing at Avery's Adam's apple and being regarded as a madman by all the dudes hitting on 'her'*
*Queue scene where Duncan keeps on subtley motioning and pointing at Avery's Adam's apple and being regarded as a madman by all the dudes hitting on 'her'*
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I'll just leave this here without any context, reason or explanation...
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