TheWendil

Street Punk Serenade: Delinquent Days

Well, today reminded me why I'm not around as much. I don't think I'll be able to maintain a good pace with the RP with my schedule so it's best I back out now before putting things on my plate I won't have time for. That said, good luck with the new storylines and whatnot, @pugbutter.

Street Punk Serenade: Delinquent Days

Interesting. I suppose I can stick around a bit longer if only to see how this’ll go. As for Ikue, I imagine she would have eventually gotten more involved as the RP went so I’ll need to hear any specific ideas on that you had in mind. She already bothered to show herself personally when she bailed the others out for their club meeting.

Street Punk Serenade: Delinquent Days

@TheWendil@Zoey Boey Noblebandit, sassy1085, and I have already agreed that we're still in this thing, despite the circumstances. How about you two?

@pugbutter

Do you have ideas for how to move forward.

I Might As Well Make One of These

Ikue

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¤ Name: Ikue Marada
¤ Favorite School Subject: Japanese Literature
¤ Favorite Food: Green Tea Ice Cream

¤ Reason for Fighting: Strictly speaking, Ikue is no fighter. She prefers to save that for her fellow gang members and ruffians of sinful cloth. That said, she's not above a few stab wounds either. So why does she fight? Because it's human nature. The doctrine of the strong consuming the weak, or the weak eating apart the strong is nothing short of the human spirit at its finest. Be it at the unknown levels of the corporate world or the common man in the streets, it all adds up the same to her. People fight because they must to survive, regardless of rank or title. Having fun with it is just a bonus to the salary.

¤ Background & Personality: The epitome of human nature is chaos. At the first sign of weakness or benefit to the individual, a person will backstab, gut about, lie, and betray their fellow man to get atop in life. Make no mistake; human beings will eat each other alive in some dignified but disillusioned sense of survival. It is this component that stirs them on, especially for those in great power and wealth. Ikue Marada just so happens to have both, having learned life's funny lessons through observation and personal experience. It's no secret the Marada family has quite the bit of money to their name and with it came a constant target on her back, especially for a wretched little school like Sarayashiki Junior High.

But even despite her family insistence in putting her in an actual establishment of education, Ikue persisted in devoting her time to the less than accommodating school. That was because she loved the people there. Yes, seeing life's little struggles, how the poorer, less fortunate could tear each other apart without a second thought in exchange for authority; all of it was too similar to the business world and luxury of the rich. It was fascinating to say the least and such a violent world drew her presence over to foster such a bloody environment. Of course, she was no stranger to the danger herself, but a glint of sharp steel and an instinct almost too inhumane stopped most from testing their luck.

Very shortly did she dispel the rumors and image of the "rich brat" that carried over her back. No, she was something worse. A benefactor, an employer, someone who threw money at the mongrels around her for the sake of entertainment and exploitation, only to slide away when the chaos ensued. A devil, a cheat, a liar, and a whore; money could buy any sort of thing if the heart desired it. Perhaps that was why she threw her bets and investments into the Sarayashiki Gang. Something about them caught her interest, some untapped potential.

That much proved true with their leader, someone that, for whatever reason, drew her eye above the other delinquents and street raff. Naturally her presence became a considerable backbone for the Sarayashiki Gang as Ikue is no stranger to burning green for their sake, if only to provide them with an edge over other gangs. As a result, she spends most of her time being the gang's idle benefactor in more ways than one, all too eager to sacrifice anyone and anything in Minato Ishida's personal growth and development. Whatever that means, for who knows what goes on in the minds of people who have way too much time and expense to spare. Rumor has it she's taken a personal and sudden interest in the occult, much to the benefit or disdain of those around her.

Just don't ask how the Marada family makes their coin.

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RPs Featured In: Street Punk Serenade: Delinquent Days, Ark Riders, Race Across the Stars

Ark Riders, Race Across the Stars

Despite her cheery demeanor-something probably fabricated for the masses and crowds-Wave in fact, did not take too kindly to numerous bouts of property damage. Some minor inconvenience was to be expected prior the races of course, but racking up more even after the first one was no doubt a call for Mevalo to be involved. One camera drone hovered down on eye level to Rema and Claudia, both girls displaying their disdain for their sore losings in the first race.The crowd noticed Rema’s mad ramblings, her negative energy drawing down the mood as she called out Mevalo’s point system of fairness.

Typical. One of Wave’s drones cut the feed over to Gin who freshly arrived into the stadium. “And there’s our missing racer, Gin Silti!” The downtrodden mood vibrating through the audiences skyrocketed back to its usual ferocity as more drones circled on over to catch the lizard boy in different angles. While this distracted most of the spectators, some, quite a few bit really, chanted in agreement with Rema’s silly squabbles. The drone in front of the Roman and pirate zoomed in, ignoring the broken one at their feet.

“You know I’m not even surprised it’s you two causing troubles.” Wave’s voice emitted out of the drone, just loud enough over the crowd for both racers to hear her. Soon enough the drone’s lens flickered with the screen changing to reveal Wave herself sitting in whatever little abode she streamed from. “You’re making headlines on reputation alone. But sure, ok, say there’s a recount. Yeah sure, maybe you should get more points. Thing is….”

Wave leaned in with a smirk aimed at both girls. While it wasn’t outright malicious, it did hold contempt; rather, she was curious how they wanted to plead a case. “Why should I give more points to you? What was it you said blondie? Skill ad vigor? We already have a Mevalo approved point system in place of course, but this sounds like something merited off style from the racers. Hmm….now why would I consider something like that?”

Oh, she wasn’t saying outright no of course. Even as she spoke, she knew the Mevalo higher ups were debating to let this new rule change go forward or just automatically kick these two off the planet. Wave casually sent another drone over to follow Lydia, further distracting the audience from their little exchange. She was sure the cyan-girl’s diehard fans would love to know where it was she slipped off into between races. Of course, Wave had a pretty good idea already.

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Tower of Fable

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“If you say so.” Katie’s response mirrored Ciel’s as the Serei was called off and returned back to her card. She wasn’t quite so sure about the fish’s analysis of Runa but if the Stargazer said there was no issue she couldn’t handle, Katie wouldn’t summon her just to burn fuel. There was no need for it when it was best to conserve after all. It was the opposite philosophy of Katie’s peers, each of which unleashed their bouts and went all out in their own ways. Perhaps, she supposed, it was because for once they faced a worthy enemy in the Tower.

She was almost surprised Ami didn’t go around swinging berserker’s pride but figured the demon saw Nephy inferior anyway. With the wolf being battered back, she couldn’t help but agree. Katie’s gaze was inevitably drawn from the battle to one occupant of it, noting the invisible force around Akiko firing off at the wolf. What caused the cat to finally take action? That wasn’t like her…was Runa responsible? Katie of course couldn’t know what was spoken between the two but her sight kept track of the horned demon and the bard, silent thoughts kept to herself.

These thoughts would fizzle away as only Clair brushed past her group, interested in some distorted clams growing on the cavern walls. The scent of Jester on her made Katie recoil but she knew the thief couldn’t do much in retaliation if it came to that. “What exactly are you doing,” she asked deadpan. No really, first she was eating the crabs and now here she was treasure hoarding and-at that moment, Katie was reminded of the warm weight in her arms.

….oh right, she was still carrying Riku. Before she could deposit the princess on stable ground, something new entered the air that made her pause. It was distinct and subtle, small enough that none of the actual battle junkies would notice. It was doubtful Thomas would have noticed either had the soft sound of music not filled his head. A familiar piano rang a new melody with the air progressively getting thicker.

“Run,” were Marianne’s words among the piano keys to Thomas alone. “It’s coming.” It was a creeping sensation that tingled up Thomas’ spine in a similar manner to Marianne’s fingers crawling up his skin. A similar aura was slowly forming over Runa like hidden fog intent on choking her beat by beat.

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Ark Riders, Race Across the Stars

The first race concluded with much fanfare and typical crowd reaction. The unexpected turnaround brought a new level of energy that electrified the crowd as they joined in with Aurora’s screams of victory to the air. Wave didn’t even bother to try and stop them and why would she? The crowd was half the fun and narrative of these types of things so wherever they flowed, she flowed, ready to report on it. Besides, she was much more interested in the sad little revenge plots Claudia had in mind for her, already brushing them off her social media.

If the redhead wanted to play the hard game, then that was fine by her. Mevalo City may as well have been her eyes and she saw all. Her cameras zoomed in on the raging Roman Rema, eliciting a wave of laughter and jeering from the crowd when they saw the newcomer lose her cool. The next shot focused in on Lydia’s righteous acknowledgment of the newbie winner. Wave made sure to linger her camera on that exchange with good instinct. The crowd went wild from the beaming smile to the solid comradery perceived between them. Always a sucker for those types of things, Wave mused.

“Clever girl though,” she said to herself. She knew for a fact that act alone just landed Lydia more deals and a firmer place in her fan’s hearts. “Please, wrench me why don’t you,” she barked in a laugh before something else on her feed sprang to mind. One of her camera drones caught sight of a lizard-like boy scooting into a taxi. Oh perfect, the rest of the Ark Riders were here. Tapping her intercom, Wave’s voice boomed all throughout Mevalo City.

“Congratulations to all of our first race Ark Riders! This 45th Cosmic Grand Prix will operate on a point-based system as proposed by this year’s sponsor. First place winners get three points, second and third place receive two points, and all other losers get one point. So don’t feel too bad losers, you’re still in the game~” One could hear the smirk dripping in Wave’s voice as if it was directed right into Claudia’s ear. “Oh look, our representative from Gaelok Industries has been spotted. Everyone, be sure to give a warm welcome to Gin Silti, newcomer Ark Rider!”

The camera drone floated beside Gin’s taxi, just outside the window. The lens twitched and zoomed in, getting a better look at his no doubt surprised face despite the glass. “Hope he brings good things to this year’s tourney. Everyone, you each have roughly an hour to prepare for the next race so enjoy yourselves to the fullest!” Perfectly enough time to deal with upstart naysayers too, Wave’s microphone cutting off and the feed flickering back to Rema and Claudia.

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Street Punk Serenade: Delinquent Days

Bumping up the interest check for more people isn’t a bad idea so long as it’s easy to slide them into the IC.

Tower of Fable

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There was no use or point getting worked up about her card’s crocodile tears when Katie knew the fish was far too used to swimming in salt water. It made giving decisions off her conscience that much easier knowing this fact. “Less with the browsing into my friend list and more into looking around please,” she told Ciel, unsure if she should really call Ami her friend. They were more battle partners though as of recent history she wasn’t sure how much that was accurate.

In any case, what Ciel did have to report caught her interest near-immediately. “The Superior huh. You’re talking about a true Jester. If they feel familiar then….” Before she could really finish and before Ami could find their newcomer, the force revealed itself at last in the form of a shimmering demon, coming to Akiko’s aid just before Nephy struck her. Katie watched the exchange from their safe distance, at least now knowing who this presence was.

A potential ally…supposedly. “That won’t be needed anymore. Return back for later,” she told Ciel, more so to keep the Serei out of danger as a liability than anything else. Speaking of liabilities, it seemed one was sent straight towards her and Ami. Something was flying away from the battle, a person or object that flew with frightening speeds. Closer inspection revealed it to be the former to Katie and her feet left the ground before she knew.

A red blur streaked the air, feeling much softer than she thought as it landed straight in her arms and nearly sent the both of them crashing. But Katie kept her composure midair, arms wrapped under Riku’s legs and under her back to keep her propped like a bride before she landed back on solid ground. “A fall like that would have cracked your head,” she said bluntly and looked over at the battle with Nephy again. “That wolf has some strength to be throwing people like that.”

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Tower of Fable

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Was her cover that seriously blown? Was she that plain to see among the Lagoon’s spiring rocks and low-tided waters? Or were the other travelers among the Tower just that perceptive? Whatever the case, everyone was starting to notice Katie, who specifically made sure she was supposed to be observing the group from afar. So much for that. Seeing that it couldn’t be helped at this point, especially when Ami was walking towards her general vicinity, it was about time she revealed herself. Not that anyone was paying too much attention.

No sooner were the crabs all taken care of did a new abyssal threat emerge, one lupine and clearly mad; be it madness from the Abyss or her own fragile sanity, Katie paid little heed to. “The least you can do is give me an answer not riddled in riddles,” she told Ciel flatly, acknowledging her subtle glances at three of the travelers but ignoring that for now. After all, she already knew of Kanbaru’s alignment and made a mental note to keep distance from the hunter.

Thankfully she was already engaging Nephy in combat alongside Thomas and Akiko’s scheming. What truly caught Katie’s attention however were Ciel’s next words and she sharply looked around them. If the Stargazer could detect something then it was only a matter of time that it would be revealed; nor was Ciel one to talk lightly of things lurking in such a disgusting place. It was then that Ami reached her conversation and suddenly ideas sprang forward.

“My Serei Card,” Katie explained to the demon regarding Ciel. “She makes for a good map when it comes to navigating this Tower. Nevermind that though. The others can go handle the werewolf but there’s something else in these waters.” Indeed, even Akiko was noticing Runa’s presence, faint and distorted as it was, as if being juggled between several places at once. “Focus on what you felt,” Katie told Ciel, still scanning the area herself.

“Originally I was going to say ditch them. I’d have liked to not make an entrance at all but that’s out the way. Now though, there’s something else nearby,” Katie told Ami. “Sounds powerful if Ciel’s accurate in her senses. What kind of creature would willingly hide itself if it was that strong? Might be a coward, or it might be clever. Either way, fancy going on a hunt? Smoke it out? Could make an interesting fight,” she continued to Ami.

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