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JoJo's Bizarre Adventure - Operation: Ground the Harpy

Chloe Bridgette Cakebread-Yonaka

Chloe's smile had turned into a nervous grimace- though to say it had ever been anything else would be an exaggeration if not a lie. Her strikes had been clumsy, and in terms of pure brute strength, it seemed like the Reaper outclassed her. Or, at the very least, he was just so fucking angry he wasn't holding anything back. At the moment, her adrenaline was pumping and her split knuckles hardly registered on the pain index. As Ritz, it's perfect porcelain teeth grit in concentration, deflected the enemy's rush, she felt a strange cutting pain in her shoulders and forearms. Her shoulders and forearms were beginning to split, and the rolled up sleeve of her leather jacket was getting cut into. Chloe hissed through her teeth as her fashion and toned arms were split into.

His cape, unveiled with dramatic flair, began to glow with some kind of menacing glow. The british woman was sweating and intimidated, worried that at moment's notice this thing was going to unveil some strange power and pop her head off. What could she do? What could he do?

The annoying ballerina woman and her annoying ballerina Stand danced around the room and was supporting the Reaper by absorbing projectile fire. They were surrounded and in a bad way. Fortunately, Lilliane had an idea, and that was to run away. At least put some distance between them and the ambush. The only problem was, that would essentially be throwing all the civilians in the pub to the wolves like lambs to a slaughter. Surely the Stand users were more of a target then these frenchies, right? Put these people were Nazi's- the lowest scum on Earth. They would massacre these people without a second thought. Probably just to teach everyone in the group a lesson. Her hazel eyes flicked quickly from one side of the room to the other, scanning the scenario for options, plans, anything.

One of Tinkerbells goons suddenly lunged at her, trying to wrap it's wooden limbs around Puttin' on the Ritz' much more refined and badass form. Ritz had retreated slightly from Reaper, pushed back by it's onslaught. No longer wild or random with her strikes, Ritz had adopted a kind of amateurish boxing stance, something a recruit would get taught in basic training. Certainly better then the nonsense she had tried to pull before, but it was obvious to anyone with melee knowledge that Ritz really didn't know what it was doing and was just going off what Chloe had learned in bootcamp.

"Augh, bugger me!" Chloe cried out as she put her half-assed plan into motion. With a few clunks and thunks, Ritz quickly moved her long limb behind her back and switched discs. Such a move may put her more at risk from a strike, so Chloe just had to hope that her Stand was durable enough to survive whatever cheap shot the Reaper could get in during the half-second of exposed torso she had granted it.

"Disc One, Side 'A'!" Ritz announced. A faint, crackly apparation of Ritz would appear, overlayed with the currently existing Stand. Like it had been recorded in color film, and was being projected onto thin air with 3d show. The recording's fists, however, were anything but weak, and threw out a barrage of boxer's blows, lows, highs, and straights. It kept it's arms in close and defended itself, but it wasn't actually reacting to anything the Reaper was doing. A pre-recorded message, deadly but unable to improvise.

However, Chloe hoped it would be enough to distract the Reaper so she could rocket Ritz' right leg into the wooden body of the doll attempting to grapple her.

If everything went well, Chloe would maneuver her and her Stand away from the exit Lilliane had created, positiong herself between the Reaper and the rest of the patrons. She was covering for the people to escape, and hopefully her allies would devise some kind of plan to come and save her once they were no longer being born down on by the enemy Stand Users.

"Eyes 'ere, y'fuckin' wankers." Chloe crudely grunted, standing behind Ritz and sticking up a two-fingered salute. Blood trickled down the back of her hand. Now Ritz was preparing to defend itself, all the while a simulated flurry of blows was being projected out from it's body to dissaude any careless advances.

Teen Titans: New Beginnings

-Starfire-
^_K'oriandr_

Ka'van's response and Robin's question had given the woman pause. She put one hand up against her chin. Kassandra and Cassie had also arrived into the kitchen. Hopefully they would not mind if Starfire continued this conversation about the human culinary arts and their effects on Earth-foreign species.

She looked back at Ka'van. "I'm sorry for you, Ka'van. But if you like oats, perhaps wheat based products would be something you like. If you are to be living here for the foreseeable future, you must consider expanding your interest in food. Perhaps I would be suffering the same fortune as you, had I not been blessed with nine stomachs. I shall help you with this endeavor in the coming months. Otherwise, Ka'van, you will have to eat the same food every day, forever, as if you have been stranded in the Ice Prisons of Wizzleshorf Five! That simply will not do." She concluded with a satisfied smile. Then she looked over at Robin.

"As for your question, Robin, I imagine it depends on the food. Personally, I find the mustard beverage appealing without any supplementary items, but it's flavor does change depending on it's temperature relative to the temperature and flavor of the food it has been applied too, aswell as the mustard to food ratio." She shook her head and smiled. "There is so much depth to be explored in the culinary arts." She commented, mostly to herself and the room. It seemed that Robin was preparing to make his statement, so Starfire respectfully indicated the conversation would be resumed another time by folding her arms behind her back and taking a few steps out of the way.

She glanced over at Cassie and Kassandra and smiled, greeting them with a nod before turning her attention back to the leader of the Teen Titans. While she enjoyed talking about very specific and perhaps impractical subjects, the mission usually came first. However, Starfire had learned during her time where all five original Titans remained within the tower that it was important to, how Cyborg put it, "goof off." Or Beast Boy's "strategical relaxation protocols", though she imagined he was being somewhat facetious with a name such as that. Otherwise, one can be 'bogged down' with the minute details of stressful crime-fighting and forget to enjoy one another's company. It was fortunate then, that the Teen Titan program seemed to attract only the friendliest and nicest people Starfire had ever met. The new batch of recruits, Starfire had taken an immediate liking too. Now, however, as Cassie mentioned, it was time to focus on more serious matters, such as kidnappings, armed robberies, and wicked, immoral experiments.

Teen Titans: New Beginnings

post up soon

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

@LadyRunic Well I just ended up posting anyway, even though I'm tired. I don't know why I'm not on discord right now. Thanks for that about Faeril, I'm not sure when Dareen would ask but it would be soon maybe? I dunno I don't think I'm in the best state of mind for making story decisions right now, lol.

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

Winton, downstairs in the Inn

Dareen scoffed humorously as the brothers spoke to each other, placing a hand up against her covered chin. She was half paying attention to the game- but it was something to do. People were folding and raising and it was great. Dareen had a lot of experience losing at gambling. One reason being she never really learned when to quit. Folding was boring, she was there to play, not watch other people play.

"Call," Dareen said, sliding over the appropriate amount of chips. She glanced over at Jandar and Fahima. Dareen enjoyed making small talk. Small talk eventually turned into banter, and she loved banter. There had been times where she had laughed so hard she had cried just by talking to her old mercenary friends. She wasn't expecting to get that here anytime soon, or ever, but anything was better nothing.

"Okay. So...you guys had like...servants and stuff, right?" She asked, raising a painted eyebrow. "What's that like? You just get them to do whatever you want? And they just do it?"

Dareen thought about what that would be like. Just having someone to put your shoes on and get you food. One boy in the streets played king and had some of his underlings be his servants. That was a strange day. Everyone got sick of it and threw rocks at him, but he had everyone going there. The idea of having someone do everything for her made Dareen feel guilty and embarassed, she couldn't imagine the mindset needed to just have people do stuff for you because you asked. Even if you were paying them. Unless Dareen really hated them, but people generally didn't have their worst enemies as their servants. That was just called taking dangerous slaves and usually ended with a knife in the back of the neck. Dareen blinked away her wandering thoughts and tried to focus on the cards in her hands and on Fatima and Jandar's response.

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

post coming tomorrow for sure, sorry about the delay

The North Road

Galia Guardstrike

As Mort warned the group something was coming, Galia came to her senses quickly. Her heart began to race. Could it be helped that she only imagined the Beast itself making it's appearence? What a joy it would be to have this over early, instead of having it drag on for days, weeks, months. Though she knew in her heart that this would be going on for a while. Nonetheless, she quietly removed her covers and came into a crouching position, looking over the shoulders of her comrades to see the creature that had materialized out of the treeline.

It's leering sneer caused Galia to tighten her jaw and raise her brow. Some unfortunate herbivore of nature twisted by the evil forest, no doubt. This wasn't the Beast. It couldn't be. Galia felt she would know it when she saw it. That there wouldn't be uncertainty. This was some corrupted minion of evil, it must be. A liason of despair. It was watching them. Here to intimidate. She wondered of it's intelligence, of it's sapience, whether it was possible for it to be malicious or if it was just an empty-headed construction of muscle and flesh piloted by insticts far beyond it's own limited comprehension. It was impossible to know.

"It won't come out here. We're still in Fero." Galia reassured her companions. Her minds eye flashed to the stacks of superstitious stones the villagers had piled alongside the road to mark their border and stave off sinister forces. They must be doing something, yes? Or, at least, they are correlated to the end of the Beast's territory, if not the causation itself. The Beast, for all her desire to destroy it, had never left it's forest. It's territory was clearly marked. It had drawn a line in the sand, and had never crossed it in Galia's ten years here in Feros Province. So what was this? A scout? A messenger? There was no way to know! How could this damned forest get inside her head when she hadn't even entered it yet?

Cursed creature. Galia slowly gripped the sheathe of her sword and wrapped her strong fingers around it's polished wooden handle, preparing to summon it's steel at a moment's notice.

The North Road

Damn, okay, well, not quite. I had a fast day today. Sorry about that. Tomorrow, though, for sure. Thanks for being patient.

The North Road

I'll be posting soon! Most likely tomorrow, hopefully in the morning.

Teen Titans: New Beginnings

-Starfire-
^_K'oriandr_

An orange skinned, violet haired, slender, young looking woman with bright green eyes, a blue, sleeveless crop top, skirt, and thigh high boots, all adorned with steel braces, boots, and belts, floated casually near the ceiling of one of the hallways in Titan tower. Apparently, she was in a good mood. She hummed an unrecognizable and frankly unmelodic and discordant tune, one unknown and disquieting to human ears but pleasing and comforting to her own. Like she was full of helium, she pulled herself with her flattened palms while looking at the ceiling tiles and lights. Her long purple hair was straight, and flowed elegantly downward. Starfire had put extra work into her appearance today, wearing her formal attire and doing herself up nice and pretty. No particular reason other than self-esteem, and things had been kind of slow recently. She had spoken to the other Titans, the, uh, "original" Titans, her best friends, earlier over the computer screens. It was fun, but it wasn't the same as them actually being here. She missed them often, though she knew their cause was noble.

But now she was feeling good, and expressed her contentdness with literally light-hearted floating about, a happy balloon stuck to the ceiling after a child's birthday party. Evil had been stopped at every opportunity. Jump City was safer then ever before, and the newer recruits seemed to be acclimating well into their new environment. Not to mention her close relationship with Robin was steady as ever. Indeed, there wasn't much to be sad about. Robin had his worries, as he always did, but he was a vigilant protector. It was his job to worry, and her job to keep spirits high. Or, something like that.

Reaching the end of the hallway, Starfire gently backflipped and landed on her feet. Folding her hands behind her back she walked heel-toe into the kitchen. Ka'van and Robin were there.

"I have been thinking..." Starfire began, skipping any pretense of greetings or introductions. "...about flavor. Some things taste delicious, yet others taste unpleasant. Temperature also affects flavor, for heat causes chemical reactions within the tongue that increases sensitivity. Yet some things taste bad cold, and good hot, or vice versa. Surely, a thing that tastes bad would taste even worse when it was hot, but this is in many times not the case, or sometimes even the reverse is true. I enjoy carrots, but warm, they are repulsive. And earthlings often do not delight in the delicacies of my homeworld. Deliciousness seems to be such an arbitrary thing. Decided base on nothing more than the randomly generated whimsy of the taste buds we are born with." She paused for a moment, one finger on her chin. While she spoke in great volume, she spoke deliberately and with a controlled verbosity.

"This all being said, Ka'van, do you enjoy warm, wet oats? Did you partake in them often before you came here? I find them to be quite plain, though nourishing and easily consumable in vast quantities. Have you tried warm, wet oats seasoned with mustard?" She asked, leaning over to him. If there was one thing to two of them could bond over, it was the two of them being foreigners on this world. Starfire was happy to be his teacher about all things Earthly, if only for the reason that she had finally met someone who was less knowledgable on Earthling culture than she herself was.