TheHangedMan

Silver Gate Academy [Accepting New Players]

JM MASON

Market District - Food Court
@Sho Minazuki

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"Does this kid think he's living in a fucking anime? Thinks he's some defender of justice type shit?" though Mason incredulously. He's picked fights with total strangers, and total strangers have picked fights with him, but the reasons had always been petty - flirting with his girl, looking at me funny, you smell like shit - never something like this.

JM could feel it all right - this kids' one of those self-righteous types. The ones' on their high-horses, who've got some self-appointed mission to fix the world or some other bullshit. Fuck those guys, the pricks. Those types always had it out for him, though admittedly this was the first time it was because he was a 'demon'.

When the kid settled into a martial arts and ki began to flow around him, JM took no notice - he was completely new to this world, and not particularly adept at its finer details. The prowess on display flew over his head as he simply accepted such a thing as 'normal' in this world, mistaking the boys' skill for something commonplace. As such he was not affected or impressed.

"Tch. When's your shift end? I need to see why this school would let demons of all things enroll."

Looked like the dude was afraid of starting a fight in a crowded area, fucking pussy. If he didn't want to start a fight just because there'd be witnesses, he shouldn't have bothered with all the fucking posturing. Besides...

"You wanna fight? Fine bitch, I'll give you one," he growled out menacingly. "Meet me behind the department store, midnight. If you're serious about this, you'd better not run out." With a snort, he dismissed the kid, and paid him no further notice. Setting up a time and place to fight was throwback and a half, he had to admit. He used to do that all the time, two years back, and it inevitably ended up with either him curb-stomping any fucker stupid enough to accept the challenge, or getting jumped by multiple assholes who decided that fighting fair was for losers, who would end up being stomped into the ground all the same.

All this was irrelevant, however, because he had no intention of actually showing up.

Song Reference time

Memories broken
The truth goes unspoken
I've even forgotten my name
I don't know the season
Or what is the reason
I'm standing here holding my blade

Faces In The Shadows

BOP

Realism no Mononoke: An Urban Fantasy RP

Got room for another? I'd like to throw my hat in.

Silver Gate Academy [Accepting New Players]

JM MASON

Market District - Food Court
@Sho Minazuki

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JM thought he could feel a vein popping.

"This. Little. Shit."

This! This is why he hated working in the fucking service industry. Give him construction work or blue collar shit any day, but fuck having to interact with people - especially entitled pricks like this one!

He glared at the kid, scarcely taking note of his accent (or more accurately, not even recognizing it) and clicked his tongue. "The fuck do you want kid? If you've got nothing to order, then scram." He snorted. "What, you got nothing better to do than bother other people? And so what if I'm a fucking demon or whatever? Do you even go to this fucking school or what?"

He made a dismissive gesture, and proceeded to go back to minding the food. Looks like there weren't many people out now. Hopefully he'd be able to end this shift early, because damn if that kid looked like he wasn't going to leave him alone any time soon. The last thing he needed was to get his balls busted by some up-jumped cosplayer from la-la land.

Faces In The Shadows

Bump!

Faces In The Shadows

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A crack in the night;

a bone chilling roar;

a soundless scream.

Since before civilization, mankind has always feared the dark - or rather, that which lies beneath it. Horrors that roam as mere ideas for us when we are in the safety of day, and come to a twisted, wretched life at dusk. Ever and always, man has devised ways to fend off the darkness, methods both real and imagined. This fear led to the explosive expansion of man - this fear developed fire, agriculture, medicine. From this fear, civilization was born. The mad scramble to drive away the darkness had urged mankind ever forward.

And yet, it is also this same fear that kept the darkness alive.

The fear that gave birth to civilization had also borne with it . . .

Theft . . .

Cowardice . . .

Genocide . . .

Evil . . .

And with the birth of evil, the abominations that resided in the void us laughed and swelled in numbers and strength. They fed upon evil, and grew into true, living horrors -- horrors that spilled upon the reality of our world. And with evil as its sword and fear as its shield, horror encroached upon mankind. The corruption eroded at the roots of a budding civilization, threatening to kill humanity before the concept even existed. And Man was nearly driven back into the darkness, were it not for one thing:

Sacrifice

Just as fear had borne evil, evil had birthed sacrifice and courage. With the tools given to them by the enemy itself, mankind pushed back. The idea that death meant nothing, so long as those around them could live and love as they wished, resonated throughout the earth, and the horrors were driven back into the dark, and faded into legend, to disappear from collective human memory.

Still, humanity would not easily forget that which nearly eradicated them. Though society as a whole has forgotten what it meant to fear the darkness, there are those that still carry the burden of those memories, and the responsibility that comes with it; the responsibility to fight with your life on the line, knowing that they are the only one's that can. They stand as stalwart sentinels against the night.

They Who Sacrifice

The Magical Girl

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So yeah, this is, as you've guessed, a magical girl RP. On the specifics of the magical girl lore here, I'll leave it blank - that, and many others will be covered in the RP proper, as I want this to be a learning experience. As for what I can say about the RP:

• Gonna be a lot of politicking here
• Characters are limited to females only as of now, with ages ranging from 14 - 18
• Expect a lot of NPC's from me; it's kinda necessary
• The story is global by nature, so feel free to make a character who lives or comes from any nation without worry.
• HAVE FUN, BECAUSE I KNOW I WILL.

As for the rules, it should be obvious: Basic RP rules, no godmodding, yadda yada, ect.

Need at least 4 players to start with.

Character Sheet

[b]Name:[/b]

[b]Age:[/b] (Ages 14~18)

[b]Nationality:[/b] (Whether by blood or by residence)

[b]Picture/Description:[/b] (If you want a picture but can't find one that suits your needs, you can send me a description of you're character, and I'll have a picture up in a week or two, generally)

[b]Abilities:[/b] (Leave this blank for now! Your abilities will be gained at the start of the RP, but I'll be the one deciding on them)

[b]Personality:[/b]
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Likes:
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Dislikes:
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[b]Fears:[/b]

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Shounen Based - Students and Teacher

I'm down for anything.

Silver Gate Academy [Accepting New Players]

JM MASON

Market District - Food Court
@Sho Minazuki

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JM was had fried up a good batch of okonomiyaki when his eyes wandered to a boy standing out in the crowd. Now, he was new to this whole 'magic world' stuff, to be sure, but he was fairly sure that mages didn't walk around looking like a lost cosplayer. Eh, whatever. Wasn't really his problem.

...and of course he jinxed it.

As soon as he had finished that though, the boy began walking towards him, and oh man did JM not like the look on his face. The dude was looking at him like those rich pricks back at his old school did. Fucking pissant.

At least the bastard had the good graces to say please. That was about the only thing that stopped JM from throwing something at him - which he really wanted to avoid, by the way. He may have been on a scholarship, but living expenses were something else entirely and there was no way he was going to ask help from his parents.

"One okonomiyaki, coming right up," he said through grit teeth. He packaged the food as quickly as he could, before handing it over to the boy. "You'd better watch those eyes of yours bro," he couldn't help adding with some snark, "lots of room from the kitchen to your hands."

Pot, meet kettle.

Silver Gate Academy [Accepting New Players]

JM MASON

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JM never thought he was a good student. Hell, his age relative to the people in class was a dead giveaway. He'd been held back once and dropped out of school for a year afterwards - both instances, he was embarrassed to admit, were his fault, not that he cared at the time. He was angry and frustrated, and with no clear goal in life just doing whatever the hell he felt like doing seemed like the best thing to do. At the time.

Now though he had a goal, and even more surprisingly people he wanted to prove himself to. But goddamn if the process wasn't frustrating. He wasn't used to this whole studying thing. He usually skipped classes, never mind paying attention to the goddamned teacher - and that was when he attended a regular old school! This magic thing? It was something else altogether.

He'd scarcely finished putting together his notes about incantations (Ha! He was even taking down notes now!) when he noticed his teacher had already dismissed the class. Crap, he was missing something, he knew he was. Unfortunately the teacher had already bailed and there was no way he was making an ass of himself by asking his classmates and making it obvious he wasn't paying any fucking attention and-

He took a deep breath. He was getting pissed again and he didn't even know at what, which was just stupid.

Okay, whatever. He missed something, probably wasn't anything important?

His pathetic attempt at rationalizing his fuck aside, it was now the start of Golden Week, which meant he had some time to kill and full shifts at work. On that note, if he didn't hoof it he was going to be late for his shift at the Department Store. He'd rather not have his supervisor get on his case just as Golden Week got started; the bastard would probably give him the night shift.

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Seidoujima Island - Market District

Department Store

"JM!"

Head swiveling to the side, JM looked at the man calling him, a senior coworker at the Department Store. "Ah?" It was never a pleasure talking with him.

His senior scowled at him. "Show some respect kid. Whatever, you're needed to man one of the food stalls. Teiko's called in sick today."

"What?" he groaned. "Come on old man, why me?!"

"'Cause I said so! Now git!"

Grumbling, JM set the crates of supplies he was hefting down. It took a bit of patience to not just slam the damn things into the ground, fragile goods be damned. He hated working the front, especially for the food stalls. At least with cashiers he could keep interaction to a minimum, but with the stall he actually had to make an effort to be nice.

"Alright, whatever. You better tell Teiko she owes me for this!"

Slipping on the apron with the logo of the department store in front, he made his way to the food court. It was especially busy today, what with all the students that were off enjoying the first day of a week long vacation. It was amazing really, how many there were.

"Okonomiyaki! Git yer fresh Okonomiyaki for sale!"

Goddamn he hated working the front.