Yankee

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure - Operation: Ground the Harpy

The assault that would become the Austrian sniper’s final act was truly a terrifying one. With each pull of the trigger the woman demonstrated the tremendous skill she had in her lethal craft, each bullet hitting it’s mark and then some. Pinging off of trees at just the right angles to send the rounds in different directions, yet exactly where she intended them to go - at least, that was the impression Taras got; that their yet unseen assailant was completely in control of the situation even now as the agents were on the cusp of breaching the fort. The tank that he and Yonaka took refuge behind offered little cover given the gunman’s impeccable aim and supernatural sight. Worse yet, it seemed she was gunning for him.

They spotted「Bad Case」, the Russian decided. That was the only possible option, given that both Yonaka and Oscuro had much bigger prescenes on the battlefield despite being physically smaller than himself. Dodging bullets was a hard enough feat on its own, but coupled with the enemy’s ability it was virtually impossible. The projectiles tore through Taras’ flesh, narrowly missing vital points due to the man’s great effort to put the war machine between him and the woman gunning for his life.

”Ah, eto pizdets,” Taras growled under his breath as he willed his stand up through the old fortress. The stand was relaying it’s vision back to its user. The inside of the fort was mostly unremarkable. With its low field of vision, tripwires were seen on the stairwells but posed no threat to「Bad Case」 itself. The metallic insect climbed up three levels before it made it to the roof top where the shooter, a woman in furs, was stationed.

What resulted after the brief confrontation was a short lived chase through the fort’s interior. Understandably, the female that had served as the group’s enemy didn’t want to die. She was smart and though「Bad Case」 was small, she took it seriously. Fast too - and when she escaped past the bug-like stand down into the body of the fort, it gave the agents outside a reprieve from being fired upon.

Taras notably untensed as the gunfire stopped, seeing as he had a direct visual inside and knew exactly what was going on. "She is on the run," he informed the group, his words a bit pained as he kept pressure on his bullet wounds. The sooner his stand found its target, the sooner he could patch himself up. He really needed a nap after this, and a drink or three. Or four.

Eventually,「Bad Case」found its mark, stabbing the woman with its proboscis as soon as it had an opening. She didn't go down without a fight, but it was futile - only a stand could affect another stand, and if the wicked eye piece she wore was hers then it wasn't well suited for stand-to-stand combat... no matter how effective it was to help its user combat humans. After「Bad Case」connected itself via needle, the stand managed to stay attached and force the trick shot's inner body to cooperate with Taras' whims. One by one blood vessels were closed off, tied in knots, and clotted themselves. In her heart, her lungs, her brain. It wasn't a quick process, but as soon as she was dead the small stand extracted itself and hurried back outside to its master. It climbed up Taras' leg and moved to inject him but he stopped it by holding up a hand. "Wait," he commanded, and it waited. Of course,「Bad Case」had not personality of it's own, but that didn't stop the Russian from speaking to it at times. With practiced movements Taras wiped the proboscis before nodding and letting the stand go to work, using his own skin to patch up his wounds.

"I suppose it is over."

Ask the Person Below You a Question v2

I collect so. much. shit. I love collecting. I am not a "hardcore" collector but I do enjoy having something cool, or rare, or just a lot of something and pointing at it and saying "look! I have the most boring hobby of all... collecting!"

I have two collections I am quite proud of it. One is a collection of character merch of one specific anime character. Will gladly post photos if asked, nothing risque so no worries. My true pride and joy is my "money" collection. I phrase it like that because while it's primarily coins, I do have some foreign bills too. I have some cool coins I've gotten a hold of! Nothing insanely expensive but I like it. My most valuable piece is an old Canadian coin worth about $40-50.

What's your favorite vine/tiktok/funny viral video? The one that never gets old for you?

REIGN IN HELL: Demonic Ultraviolent Action - Occult Cyberpunk Intrigue

Still interested.

Intertwined | Pokemon

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The night before

In some ways, Flynn never expected to visit New Bark Town again. At times, remembering their childhood life there had been like a pleasant dream for the red head... and it sort of felt like that now, too. Flynn had arrived in the small village last night with a little Oddish cradled in their arms. Frankly the pokémon wasn't very nice to hold on to, it's body was fleshy but it's skin was thick like a vegetable. However the pair had been walking a while, and the Oddish's little legs couldn't really keep up after a certain point, so Flynn carried it the last few miles into town.

The air had been still and quiet that night. Even in a sleepy town like New Bark, apparently people made it a point not to get out much after dark. That suited Flynn just fine. They gave themself a half-hearted tour of the town, sometimes mumbling and pointing things out to Iris, the Oddish. The old Arata family home sported a new nameplate with a new name, and it's curtains were drawn shut. Flynn didn't linger there too long.

They noted that the town still didn't have a pokémon center. When the centers weren't available, Flynn had taken to sleeping outdoors. When the dam broke and they ran, the dancer had neglected to pack much of anything besides the things immediately in their room: clothes, mostly. No money to speak of, so motels were out of the question. On the road they'd called upon their past self to recall how to climb trees and get out of sight - and they were mostly successful, save for a few scuffs and tears in their clothes. Another night outside wouldn't be awful.

"Iris," Flynn started, the sudden sound of the red head's voice startling the Oddish in their arms, "The moon isn't that bright, however I will find you a good spot." Flynn nodded to themself, making their words into a promise. Iris hummed happily. The pokémon's leaves were still spotty and ripped, soaking in some moonlight would be good for her.

After another lap around the town, one of the residents seemed to have noticed the pair. An older woman stepped outside, a little wind chime rattling as she passed it and went over to beckon Flynn over.

"You look lost, do you need directions? A phone? It's getting awfully late," the woman said, her tone warm.

"Thank you," Flynn tipped their head politely, "I'm not lost. I'm looking for somewhere--"

"To stay?"

Flynn blinked a few times, the only hint that they were surprised by the woman's question at all. Flynn's own tone was carefully neutral as they finished. "--to leave this Oddish overnight."

The stranger pointedly looked at Flynn's torn shirt and their grass stained leggings before meeting Flynn's eyes again with a smile. "I know a good place."

"Thank you for your hospitality." Flynn's voice was light even if their words were heavy with gratitude. Sleeping on a futon was so much nicer than in a tree. Not only that, but Flynn had been able to wash their clothes. Some still had holes, but at least they didn't smell anymore. The barest touches of a smile came to Flynn's face as they bowed gracefully, and the old woman at the other end of that bow giggled and shook her head.

"It was nothing, we all have to help each other in these times," she said, "I saw your Oddish wandering around by the road early, seems it wants to get going. Stay safe!"

Flynn watched the woman's back as she made her way back inside. They took note of the address and their expression faded to blankness as they considered the woman's words... oh, right.

I suppose it is 'my' Oddish, Flynn thought, I never really wanted it, but it's been with me through a lot... and it has a name.

"Iris?" The runaway dancer moved towards the road, walking along it towards the town's exit. Flynn didn't really have any plans in mind, had no goal at the moment, but staying in New Bark wouldn't be that bad, right? Though Iris apparently didn't agree. The Oddish was indeed a little further ahead, halfway between Flynn and a group of people gathering up. Most of them seemed to be roughly Flynn's age. Some of them even looked a little a familiar. Wait -

They didn't just look familiar, Flynn was fairly sure they knew most of those people's names. Dante, Cho, and was that Naoko? Bartholomew? Flynn slowed to a halt, their mind piecing the scene together. People that had lived in New Bark for years, and those that had moved away - ones Flynn knew well, and some only serving as playmates at the park. They all had bags with them, they looked ready to go somewhere. Was it... some kind of trip? It made sense, a group of old friends getting together for a getaway. One that Flynn may have even been invited too, though they were sure their grandmother would have thrown away such invitations. That said, would it... Would it be rude of me to try and tag along? they thought. Kat entered Flynn's vision, and their heart ached a little. They all look like their already having fun. I...

Iris turned to look at Flynn, waving it's leaves about. They might have imagined it, but her leaves did look a bit healthier since yesterday. Leaving Ecruteak had been good for the Oddish. It had been good for Flynn too, even if most of the time was spent walking aimlessly. Only a few more moments of hesitation passed before Flynn sighed, then stood up straight and walked forward. Their posture was perfect, their steps were graceful even just walking down a road, and when they passed Iris the pokémon happily chirped and followed along until both of them were standing close by the group of friends.

"Excuse me, I'm not sure if any of you remember me - My name is Arata. Ah, Flynn Arata." How sad it would be if Flynn had been purged from their minds, but the dancer would deal with it if that was the case. Still, they mentally chastised themself for the slightly botched opening before moving on, an air of determination twinkling in their eyes. "I... would like to come along with you all. Very much."

Yankee's Characters: Past & Present

Reorganizing. . .

Yankee's Characters: Past & Present

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Yankee's Characters: Past & Present

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Yankee's Characters: Past & Present

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Feast Fantasy

This was far from Wilben's first time Chrana. It was a bustling city in a bustling region, thousands moving in and out of it every day. Wilben had visited more than a few times for many reasons: meeting investors, picking through local markets, and scouting the competition to name a few - though for that last part, of course none came close to his perfect vision, Le Paradis. Coincidentally, Le Paradis was the reason the Gnome was there now. When his kitchen staff brought a certain advertisement to his attention, he'd thought that it would be a good opportunity to push his business to true world stardom. After all, if it's owner was part of some famous crew touring the world, wouldn't that bring in a lot people hoping to get a glimpse of said crew? Of course, once these star chasers tasted the menu, well, that would be that. New regulars. The plan made perfect sense to him.

The chef had arrived in the capital late last night and spent not even a single moment outside of his hotel room until the dawn came and he was refreshed and ready to meet with the city's guildmaster. After taking some time to double check his appearance (wouldn't want to look sloppy in a business meeting, however informal!), Wilben was off through the bazaar and towards the guildhall. Now, it was common knowledge that Gnomes were a small people. Wilben was no exception. At a normal pace it would probably take a Gnome twice the amount of time it would take a Human to get to the same place. Wilben did not walk at a normal pace. His ego was larger than life, and he took bold strides - which had him crashing into a lot of legs just trying to make it through the crowd.

"Ugh, get out of the way!" he grumbled, physically shoving any poor soul that happened to be standing in his path. The bazaar was a sea of humans - and not-so-humans - yelping and looking down at their feet. It was a trail of bruised knees and stepped on toes right up to the guild's door, when someone snatched Wilben by the back of his jacket and lifted him into the air.

"Yer bein' awful rude, don'cha think?" The man that grabbed him was nearly as wide as he was tall, with a scar or three on each of his muscular arms. The ruffian looked Wilben up and down, taking in all three feet of him, and snorted. The Gnome just crossed his arms. "It's obvious you ain't from around here. In Chrana we do things a certain--"

"Stop," Wilben interrupted, raising a hand in front of the man's face who blinked in genuine surprise. "I have somewhere to be, so I will pay you five hundred gold right now to fuck off. Deal?"

"What--"

It was clear that Wilben's would-be captor was getting angry, so the chef wiggled out of his grip and mustered all the strength in his little body to deliver a kick right to the man's shin. As he howled in pain, Wilben went right through the guild's doors. Not his problem the guy didn't know a sweet deal when he heard it.

Straightening his coat, Wilben ducked under an unruly but ultimately friendly couple of gents and halfway towards the counter he paused seeing a crowd there. "Great," he sighed. No one liked waiting in line. He hadn't had to wait in a line since - wait, who said he had to? He was Wilben Felpip Oventamer!

"Ahem!"

The rather loud clearing of his throat quietened the guildhall for just a few moments before it roared back to life again, people chatting, singing, fighting and swapping rumors. The guild's master raised a brow, a humorous smile tugging at his lips as he nodded his head toward the side to indicate a hallway. An invitation of sorts, Wilben supposed. That was good, clearly his reputation preceded him.

Without further ado the Gnome turned and headed towards the meeting area, a room tucked away towards the back of the guild. He knew he'd found the right place when he'd found a room that wasn't totally empty nor filled to the brim with gung-ho adventurers. The room's sole occupant was a human man with shaggy dark hair. He couldn't say he'd every seen the man before, but after a while a lot of humans started to look the same. This one in particular sort of looked like a hobo. _{"Books and covers, Felpip,"} Wilben muttered to himself, looking away from the man and climbing into one of the chairs.

Sum up your week in roleplaying in just 3 words

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