Zobozun

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The area immediately around Giko erupted into chaos as her newfound friends batted away the bird in her mouth while trenchcoat guy held a gun to one's head and screamed something. She couldn't really make out what he was saying, since her ears were still ringing from the TD set, but it was definitely very passionate and filled with righteous anger, so good on him. By the time she was finished coughing up feathers that had gotten lodged in her mouth-joints, the poor man was already halfway down the block.

"Well, he seemed nice enough.", Giko commented as the hotblooded seagull-threatener was carried away by a tide of birds. She reached down again to pluck another doughnut from the bag, only to realize it had been stolen in the confusion- one of the gulls, probably. Giko wiped her face on her sleeve and massaged her ears as she looked back over to Claribel.

"So that's a tone dial, huh? Technology these days is really something. I'd rather have something a little less... Well, loud. Anyway-", Giko continued, running her hands through Claribel's hair, "-So what do you use for your hair, anyway? It's so silky! Are you a natural pink?"

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@Holy Soldier So are you gonna do your thing or should I just go ahead and post?

Stop! You wan't to play this game

@Deserted
You might be better off simply giving a full explanation of your system to begin with instead of saying you'll explain it as you go. On-the-fly explanations almost always miss something important or end up creating unnecessary confusion for your players, and without a rules-as-written explanation to refer to for clarification purposes that confusion will likely cause problems further down the line.

Shonen Punk! - A Multiverse RP

Hey, saw this whole thing and I think I might know what the issue is here.

@Scio When you say "ability", do you mean purely innate superpowers? Or does "ability" also include magical weapons (Bleach, D. Gray Man, Soul Eater) and superhuman skills gained by crazy training (Hokuto no Ken, Ranma 1/2, Rurouni Kenshin)? Becuase I feel the fundamental misunderstanding here is that equipment and skills are listed seperately which implies they're not included under the "ability" header.

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"Oh, they're surprisingly comfy!", piped Giko as Claribel placed the TD set over her head, "So how do they OH WOW THAT'S REALLY LOUD."

Giko continued her attempts to eat, a small crowd of gulls gathering around to pick up the mashed-up chunks of food as they rolled back out of her mouth. The puppeteer seemed firmly focused on the bag of doughnuts to the exclusion of all other events presently occuring, but that didn't seem to keep Giko from interacting in the slightest.

"SAY, SO CLARIBEL.", Giko shouted, apparently oblivious to how loud she was, "NOW THAT I GET A GOOD LOOK AT YOU, YOU'RE PRETTY CUTE! WHAT DO YOU USE FOR YOUR MOISTURIZER, ANYWAY? NORMALLY I USE A CORNSTARCH MASK, BUT I'VE BEEN THINKING I SHOULD SWITCH TO COCONUT- OH! SORRY, GUY, I DIDN'T SEE YOU THERE!"

Apparently, while she had been talking, some blue-haired guy in a duster and some kind of tunic had come up and grabbed her hand. He was saying something, but it was too quiet to make out.

"WHAT?", Giko responded, "SORRY, CAN YOU SAY THAT AGAIN? I CAN'T READ LIPS OR AUFUGHAH"

She whipped her hand out of Chamber's grasp, flailing blindly at a particularly opportunistic seagull that had gotten itself lodged in her mouth.

Persona - Academic Akrasia (Being rebooted, see new int check)

I'm going to murder this woman.

Hoshizora Aiko assumes that either this woman either has some reason to hide her identity or, somewhat more likely, is some sort of autistic. Actually, that would explain quite a bit- that entire interview, for starters. She makes a mental note to ask Mr. Yoshinori about it whenever he comes back. She realizes the her posture is becoming a little too relaxed, so she cringes back into her original position and blushes a little.

"T-thanks, glad to be aboard. So, uh, when do I start? Oh, and, uh... The ad said there was a room? And, well, if don't mind, could I, uh... Could I see it?"

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"Nice to meet you, Claribel- and thanks for lunch! Or I guess this is more brunch, really."

She plucked the doughnut off the toothpick and crammed it into her mouth. So this was what having lunch with someone was like. It was nice- even if the other girl was kind of weird, and had shouted at Giko for no particular reason all of a sudden, but Giko was sure Claribel had her reasons. She leaned against a lamp post, across the street from the stall. It was small, ugly, and a unique cooking-oil-and-gunpowder aroma lingered in the air about the place. Three-fourths of the stall's face was dominated by a counter and a long, wooden bench. The remaining fourth was taken up by a workbench, above which hung a sign.

BLACK POWDER PETE'S POWDERED DOUGHNUTS AND FIREARMS
GUNS MAINTAINED WHILE YOU EAT

A small, ratlike man presumably named Pete worked behind it, frustratedly cleaning a pepperbox revolver and muttering something about "these damned newfangled Marine toys" as he did. Giko watched him absentmindedly as she ate, mangled bits of mashed-up, greasy dough falling out of her lifeless mouth as it worked up and down. The puppeteer, for his part, just eyed the doughnuts with obvious hunger, wiping a little drool off on the back of his sleeve. He seemed to be making do with just smelling them. Giko looked back to Claribel, the lower half of her face covered in crumbs and powdered sugar.

"So what's with the, uh-", Giko tapped the side of her head, "-The shells? Are they some kinda fashion around these parts?"

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So when you say plot ideas do you mean for this specific area or in general because I got a bunch for the latter and not so much for the former.

Also, should we send them over PMs or just post them in the OOC?

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"What, for real?"

Giko cocked her head and scratched her temple, thinking. She could hve sworn that those people earlier had been looking behind her. Had her stalker run off? Or maybe it really was just her imagination? Whatever it was, it would be impossible for anyone to make a move on Giko as long as she was with someone else. She replaced her sketchpad in her bag, along with the pencil. The other girl grabbed her arm and invited her along.

"Well, if you say so... But is my face really that scary?"

She patted her cheek awkwardly. Her skin didn't feel chafed, but after sailing around you could never- hey, hold up, did that girl just invite Giko to do something? Were her eyes not made of lifeless, vacant glass, they'd be sparkling. A person who wanted to talk to her. Nobody ever wanted to talk to Giko! Maybe she even wanted to be friends! Giko took back every bad thing she had thought about Loguetown- this place wasn't scary at all!

"My name's Giko G. Gearbox!", she said over the distant bangs and crashes of the shopping district, stumbling a little but more or less managing to keep up with Claribel's pace, "What's yours?"

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That shriek confirmed it. Giko definitely had some sort of pervert lurking just outside her cone of vision. How terrifyingly clever! Loguetown deviants were really something else!

"Shh, don't react! We don't want to provoke him.", She whispered, "I need to ask you something. Act. Natural."

She put her other hand overtop the first to steady the pink-haired girl. From her demeanor, it was clear: This stalker was not just any everyday stalker but some sort of highly-advanced superstalker who terrified even witnesses into silence. Definitely not someone to be trifled with. She'd have to navigate this scenario with extreme caution. Giko withdrew a sketchpad and a carpenter's pencil from a bag hanging at her hip, preparing to draw.

"I need you to describe the person standing behind me. His face, especially.", she whispered slowly, "-Can you do that?"