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The Hidden People

I'd say go for it if it's just a little something for fun.

I've had a super busy weekend with work, so I'll be returning to regular posting schedule soon. Here and other places ;)

Let's Go Run A Bakery~!

Finally got that post up, guys T_T

Let's Go Run A Bakery~!

Shinji was running as fast as his legs would allow to the bakery, checking his watch after crossing every street. New Years at home was a quiet affair his mother often spent on the phone with his father in America. The two would recount what they had done with their lives for hours on end before ever discussing Shinji, so he'd taken it upon himself to go to a public celebration in one of Fukushima's many parks. It'd been a fun idea. Until Ryu and his friends showed up.

Three minutes fast, Shinji reminded himself while waiting for the traffic light to shift. His watch was three minutes fast. That put him at less than 2 minutes until he had to clock in.

The last time he was late, Lila-sama had shrunk him a whole foot for every minute just as a joke. It was hard to wash dishes when one was only four feet tall.

As the light changed, Shinji barreled through the clump of pedestrians on the crosswalk, only to trip and land on the pavement of the road- right in front of a truck that was screeching to a stop. The tires stopped close enough where Shinji could smell the hot rubber.

The driver leaned out the window to shout at Shinji, calling him an idiot for not waiting to cross, but he was already gone- running down the block toward the bakery at full speed.

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Shinji arrived four minutes late to his shift at the bakery, screeching to a halt as he came through the door. His arms were dirty from the fall on the pavement and his clean white shirt and jeans were no longer up to regulation cleanliness, but most noticable was the shiner over his right eye. He'd taken a hit to the face recently, and he guessed that- combined with his appearance- would leave him in the kitchen today either baking or washing dishes.

Either way he took a moment to formally bow to Lila, saying "My sincerest apologies, Lila-sama. I was delayed from arriving by traffic. I promise it won't happen again!"

Let's Go Run A Bakery~!

Working on one now!!!

~~~The Harlequin's Shadow ~~~ A Supernatural Circus

Name: Yulio Victoris

Sex: Male

Description:

Yulio

Date Inducted: 1293

Role: Ringmaster of the Circus.

Offensive Power: Second Sight - Yulio has been gifted by the Keeper with Shadow Sight; the ability to see the minions of the Harlequin from a distance of roughly 1Km away. These minions appear as bright ghosts, but can be hidden by physical barriers.

Duelist - A Venetian noble before he was inducted into the circus, the baton Yulio carries hides his rapier. The Keeper has seen to it that the weapon is capable of harming the apparitions of the Harlequin.

Biography: Yulio is the oldest living member of the circus, having been inducted by the Keeper in Venice during the 1290s. The son of a Venetian trading prince, Yulio had a taste of travel and wealth at a young age, but also was exposed to the deprivations and worries of the world as well. Plague from rats on his father's ship took the lives of his sisters and mother, and his father would eventually succumb to disease as well.

It was during one of Venice's many Masque Balls that Yulio was approached by a man in a dark mask with a business proposition. Rather than live in the city and continue with his father's mundane trading enterprises, why not try something new? Something that promised untold power and eternal life free of disease. Yulio thought it a joke but good sport nonetheless, and took up the job at the new faire to broaden his horizons. Eight Centuries later, he has been promoted to Ringmaster in the Keeper's circus, and the Keeper's Players continue to hunt for the Harlequin...

Other: As Ringmaster, Yulio has a few responsibilities. He sees to it that all players are guided through their inductions, that the strange wards that ring the circus, erasing the memories of the visitors and the photos they take, are functioning properly. And he guides the players to their quarry and ultimate goal- the capture of the Harlequin.

- Likes: TRUE Italian Food, Good Wine, Better Company

- Dislikes: Pizza, Beer, Boorish Fools.

Audition: [Coming Soon]

~~~The Harlequin's Shadow ~~~ A Supernatural Circus

Roger that@shaitarn! I was completely beat after work yesterday. Sorry guys!

The Hidden People

Sounds cool boss!

And@teapotshark, that was definitely my intent XD

~~~The Harlequin's Shadow ~~~ A Supernatural Circus

Not sure what a trick rider is, but by all means roll one up!

I've just gotten back from work so I'll try to get the Ringmaster written up and an intro post before I go to bed.

Let's Go Run A Bakery~!

Hey all! Heading to work soon, so I'll be posting a little later, around 7 EST.

Can't wait to join in though!

The Hidden People

"I know I'm a fuckin' toddla, bu' I'm still fat!" Parry yelped, stoping one foot against the bare floor for emphasis. Thankfully, despite his jeans being in a pile around him his boxers were held up by the barest length around his pudgy middle. But only just.

"An' bein' fat is worse than bein' a toddla! I mean, I can still make magic wawds t' help you guys. An' I can still talk an walk. But my BMI is cwazy wight now!"

He spun on one heel toward Tony, murder in his toddler eyes and baby teeth bared in a snarl.

"Mothafucka! I can still eat cheewios!" Parry patted an arm on his Gucci diaper bag where it lay right on the floor. Inside he'd stashed enough items to care for a small army of toddlers and a few adults too- nothing that would particularly help them against Nemsemet, but he was sure to have extra clothes, food and other necessary bits. He reached inside with one arm and pulled out a large onesie, socks, a baby sling and some pull-ups.

"I'm gonna go get dwessed. Lemme know when we goin' an' I'll get some magic wawds on evewyone."

With that, Parry stomped out of the room, dragging his Gucci bag behind him and leaving his old jeans in a pile on the floor. He gave Tony one last murder glance on the way out, but headed for his own room to change. Was he embarrassed at his new physical state? Not really. He was going to kill Gordon when he met the guy, but for the moment he was dead set on making sure he could still help the group instead of being a total burden. Since the ritual left him still able to talk, Parry could offer advice and knowledge to everyone present, and his motor skills were still mostly intact. Given some markers he could inscribe wards of protection on everyone to keep them from suffering similar or different fates.

"Cym's pwobwy waffing at me wight now," Parry grumbled as he got to his room across the hallway. He shucked his old boxers and stuffed them in the Gucci bag, pulled the baby blue onesie over his head, and tried to get the Pull-Ups on- only to find they were too big.

Parry gave a defeated sigh, reached into his Gucci bag for some Huggies, and said "Gonna fuckin' kill Gordon for this..."