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Street Punk Serenade: Delinquent Days

yes I didn't want her to call him "Mister Ishida" or something like that, that's for sure!

Street Punk Serenade: Delinquent Days

@pugbutter that's all cool. I was kind of just acting like she was speaking english though, except with the -chan at the end i guess. I'll probably settle into it as the RP goes on

Street Punk Serenade: Delinquent Days

@pugbutter Yes. I wasn't planning on it but she got referred too by her last name a bunch of times so I just went with it. besides I think it fits her better than Aimi.

Street Punk Serenade: Delinquent Days

im excited :)

Street Punk Serenade: Delinquent Days

Yonaka Aimi

The volatile one was next. She was late for class, a slacker in her studies, but when Minato asked for her Yonaka was never far away. Well, maybe Minato was just passing down a request, and really, it was Ana that told everyone. But still. She knew Minato would be there, so...she always made sure to show up on time.

Yonaka walked through the doors backwards, leaning into them and backpedaling through with a gait full of swagger. Over her shoulder was her kendo stick. As she turned, she span it around with her wrist, letting it fall and twirl like a marching baton. Her purple eyes, with small, predatory irises, met Minato's. Though her mouth was covered with a cherry-blossom patterned surgical mask, her eyes carried the energy of her wide smirk underneath well enough. A black school uniform, torn and unmaintained, flowed loosely in the wind. The space between her top and her long skirt showed several inches of her pale midsection, the waistline of her dress only barely covering her belly button.

"Hello boys~~~" Yonaka greeted in a sing song voice, striking a pose. Then she began to approach, heavy boots thudding across the concrete of the roof top. She gave Yuya sassy little wave but her attention was on Ishida.

"It's me, Minato. Your favorite." She teased. Skipping a step she moved to his side. An outstretched arm wrapped its fingers around several links of the fence, and the other rested on a kendo stick that was now stabbing the ground. Deliberately she placed herself between Ishida and his line of sight of Yuya. He'd have to look past her to get to look at him. Forget the cigarette or the beer or whatever he was offering. All eyes on me.

Tap tap tap. Yonaka clicked the tip of her kendo stick against the concrete. "Unfortunately I didn't run into any council parasites on the way here. Otherwise I woulda..." She cut herself off and looked at Ishida. "Played it cool and moved on, just like you wanted." One eyebrow was raised, her eyes wide as if to say 'What reason could you possibly have not to believe me?' kind of way.

"Anyway. Mai Li-chan should be here soon, too. She's great, you'll see." She glanced between Yuya and Ishida. There was an underlying mote of uncertainty in her words. Didn't seem like anyone was as desperate to prove herself and stand out as that girl. Yonaka straightened her back, and her voice was back to it's normal playful, devil-may-care tone. "Even if her face does look like a little mochi. She can be our mascot! Like the class pet. Just don't try to feed her a treat, she might nip your finger off." Yonaka 'advised.'

"...And watch your ankles around her, too."

World of Light

Level 6: 01/60
Location: The Maw: The Depths
Word Count: 1,273
Points Gained: 3
New EXP Balance--- Level 6 : 04/60

Sakura looked up at Geralt with big, wet eyes. She accepted the hug, squeezing her lids shut and listening to him speak. A friend did sound nice. But she couldn't help but laugh, just a little bit.

"You're so little, Mister Geralt. But somehow you still sound like you did before." Sakura sniffed and wiped her eyes. The girl listened to his story, grimacing as she imagined the horrible scenario. Sakura was a woman, too. She could fill in the blanks of Geralt's ommission. Girls are filled in pretty quick on that particular situation whether they like it or not. One of the first times she ever got into a street fight was when her and her friend Kei were being targeted by a similar group of men. Maybe this once it would be her preserving Geralt's innocence, in letting him believe Sakura hadn't been affected by things like that already. But, she was lucky that she lived in a world where she could happily kick their sorry butts. Even if she was still an amateurish 16 year old at the time. Their faces made for good practice. Fortunately, it seemed to be Kei who didn't really get what was going on.

Sakura stared off into the middle distance now, thinking about Geralt's words. What he was saying- it made sense. She had said something similar after the battle, but she was losing faith in her ideal now that the Maw was affecting her so badly. But hearing someone as wise and as experienced as Geralt reassure her, well, it certainly made her feel better. That her feelings were valid, and not just valid but good. It was what Sakura wanted so badly to believe, because she simply couldn't do away with them. Even if she tried sometimes. To be "tough."

"I thought you said you weren't good at this." Sakura wiped her eyes again. "I just feel so guilty and sad for Mister Carl. I thought it would make him better." She lamented quietly. "And nobody else seemed to care, which made me even sadder. Plus the idea of using him after I...got rid of him." She shuddered. "It's horrible. I don't have the stomach for it." Shaking her head, she let out a breathe.

"But of course you all care. I'm just- not good at-" She clenched her fists and shook them like she was holding a box. "I don't know. I'm used to taking hits. But not ones like this. I've never made such a horrible mistake in all my life."

Now, she looked over Geralt's shoulder at the situation brewing with the two Mirages. Blazermate and Bowser explained it, but she didn't feel like they understood the implications. That was a clone of Mirage. A person was that suit. She thought she would explain it to Geralt.

"Now, look. Oh, God. It's horrible. It's not a ghost. The Mirage in the suit is a copycat. But he thinks he's the original. Do you understand, Mister Gealt? That's what happened to Carl. He was a person copied into a robot body, still thinking he was the original. But if you can think you're a person- you are a person. Now there's two Mirages and one of them will never be able to live the life he wanted too. All those hopes, dreams, and puns are now knocking around inside that big metal head of his." Sakura weeped openly, the tears continuing to stream down her face. "It's horrible. Trapped in a body he doesn't want. How could someone find happiness like that? I can't even begin to imagine."

Bella, Peach, Nadia, Ace and especially Junior were making good progress on escaping. That genius kid was really brave, hopping right into the submarine. There must be some cultural differences in turtle people and human people, since big Bowser was perfectly happy to let his son get aboard. Junior was certainly smarter and overall more capable than Sakura was from what she could tell so far.

Sakura watched their dangerous ploy. The most disgusting fish monster yet tried to eat them, sinking back into water. "Eugh! Who the heck is that?!" The brunette recoiled visibly, even from her more than safe distance. "Why's everyone trying to eat Blue Team? Not cool." She wiped her eyes again. Taking a few solid breathes, Sakura rose to her feet.

Now the Universal Helper that used to be Carl was being put to good use. Sakura flinched and looked away, putting it from her mind for now. From what she had learned, he was no longer in there. It was just a regular robot now, like the day it had been built. No more Mister Carl. She would just have to remember him, like Mister Geralt said. Maybe some good could come out of it, now that she had learned her terrible lesson.

"I'm not gonna let this happen again. I'm gonna do my best, Mister Geralt." Sakura looked shaken up. Maybe it was mistake but she was cutting her breather short. Someone was in trouble. "I'll also need to tell Nadia it's okay. She seemed to feel bad that I felt bad, which is making me feel bad." Sakura smiled a sad, appreciative smile. "Gee."

With that she approached the looming, confused, agitated diving suit. Sakura stood next to, and then a little infront of, Rika. Looking up at him, she held her hands together. "Um, hi, Mister Mirage. It's me, Sakura. You're really confused right now, and that's okay because there's a lot going on. The kid over there has red eyes for a different reason, he's confused too." She said. "But you know me, right? Sakura? At least a little. I wouldn't lie to you. Not at a time like this. Please just hear me out. I think this is important." She took a deep breathe, gathering her thoughts. How could she say this? It didn't seem like anyone else wanted to step up, so it was up to her.

"So, Mirage. Do you remember Mister Carl? That guy we met earlier? The guy that I..." Sakura hesitated.

"Got rid of? By accident? Well, he was a copy of the original Mister Carl. Put into a robot body. But he thought he was still in a human body, right?" She cleared her throat and took a sharp breathe, keeping her energy up. Then the girl took a few ginger step forward, setting her tiny hand on the diving suit Mirage's knee. Her eyes were still a little red from crying so much. Then she moved her hand from the knee and up into his metallic hand. "Here. Follow me, please."

Carefully, she lead the diving suit Mirage over to the water. Where the kid Mirage looked at his reflection earlier. "And, um, if you remember, you sat down in a funky looking chair everyone was worried would mind control you. But it didn't. Instead you got a headache. And so now, it, uh, copied you. All of us, here, in this room, see a diving suit. A diving suit with another Mirage inside." Sakura said. She indicated for the diving suit to look at his own reflection in the water.

"So now there's two of you. One in the original body, and one here. In a diving suit." Sakura summed up somberly. "I'm...I'm so sorry." Hopefully her explanation got through to him. And he would have the time he needed to process and calm down a little.

Level 3: 08/30
Word Count: 782
Location: Al Mamoon- Rocket Inc
Points Gained: 2
New EXP Balance--- Level 3: 10/30

For Jesse

Annexed Scathing Bagronk - A high-tech rocket launcher infested by alien tissues. The result an unwieldy, somewhat inaccurate, ammo-guzzling contraption that nevertheless boasts high destructive power, and the touch of outer space housed within adds some extra freezing kick to its payloads. Careful; it bites

Believe it or not, things didn't get lessconfusing. It was utter mayhem. A firefight the likes of which she had never seen. Jesse was having trouble keeping track of who was on who's side. While she did have a pretty good memory, everyone in the room looked so unique and strange. In the past, it was pretty clear who the monster was. Now, in here, everyone was a person. And unlike Jesse and the team she was on, they weren't interested in taking prisoners. She had this giant rocket launcher strapped to her back, but she didn't want to use it. These people weren't in their right minds. Especially Jinx. She looked super crazy. That's why she was "just" smashing her with a desk. Though on second thought, if she was tough to tank that, she was tough enough to take a few gun shots.

Wait a minute. That weird black anima guy. Was that..."Shadow the Hedgehog? What the fuck?" Jesse uttered in amazed, wondrous bafflement. It wouldn't last for long, as he did some crazy time control shit. It put everyone in their tracks. This Jinx lady would be annoying, if Jesse let weirdos like her get under her skin. Clearly she didn't realise everyone in here was going easy on them. Though Jesse realised with how powerful the Resistance was, going easy on them was probably a waste of effort.

When the time stop ended and the chaos resumed, Fuse fired a sniper right at Midna's head. It connected, and Jesse prepared to watch her new princess ally get splattered. Fortunately, it just bounced off. Guess she was tougher than she looked.

Jesse wasn't so lucky. The exposed Director repositioned behind fresh cover, taking many hits from Jinx in the process. The bullets seemed to bounce off, but Jesse grunted. Lightning, too? "Aagh!" Though no blood was drawn, her resistance to damage was now almost gone. She still had a hit left but she would need to do some damage to get her health back. Without that force protecting her, she was just a squishy, regular human. Maybe in this new world she would be slightly tougher, but tanking raw damage was never her strong suit.

Jinx was being handled by the Phantom Thieves, and Jesse figured they could take her.

Now it was just her, Midna, and Fuse. "Yeah, we did." Jesse replied simply, hoping this meant he would surrender. When he inevitably didn't, she tossed aside the cover he was hiding behind only for him to already behind the next one. When he emerged he...plugged her. Jesse coughed in surprise as several shots penetrated her abdomen and chest. "Uh-auh." The Director dropped to her knees and then onto all fours. Blood began to drip from her belly, soaked her black shirt and then pooled onto the floor beneath her.

(No way. Not like this.) She thought in disbelief, eyes wide.

The red-headed Director glanced up as Midna offered her something. Jesse! Healing! Catch! A pink heart! Exactly what she wanted!

She reached out with her telekinesis and pulled the heart towards her. When it touched her hand, there was a flash. All at once, it made sense. And all at once, the pain was gone and she was feeling back up to full strength. For a breathless moment, the woman considered her situation. That moment passed, her gaze hardened, and she refocused on the task at hand with renewed vigour and understanding. The Director went on the offensive. Sprinting faster than one might expect, Jesse dashed aggresively forward. As she did, she un-shouldered her new eldritch rocket launcher and held it with one hand.

Jesse didn't like this Fuse guy very much. Raising the Tool Gun, she predicted where he was going to hide by her current movement. Then, whatever cover he was planning on using, or whatever was nearby, suddenly became utterly intangible. No-Collide. It looked like it was still there, but it really wasn't. With any luck, the guns he had hidden would clatter to the ground, their hiding places no longer working. Jesse stopped moving forward and took a knee behind one of the pieces of cover she hadn't no-collided, a chest high heavy desk.

This rocket launcher was a new toy she wanted try out. Why not on this guy? It was a disgusting, creepy looking weapon that looked alive, with a toothy maw for a barrel. The aesthetic was just right for Jesse. If a little cumbersome.

Tracing Fuse with her rocket launcher, she fired several high velocity explosives in his direction. The gun came to life with something like a scream. And the explosions were freezing cold. Badass.

The Island of Giant Insects: Swarmed

I'll reply tomorrow :)

《 H.E.R.O. 2064 》

Pandora

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"Who are you again?"

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[ NAME ]

Jane Smith

[ HERO IDENTITY ]

Pandora

[ NICKNAME/ALIAS ]

Pandora

[ AGE ]

Three hundred and seventy.

[ GENDER ]

Cis female.

[ AFFILIATION ]

HERO

[ APPEARANCE ]

Pandora is a beautiful white woman, having sculpted her own face to be that way. She has vibrant red hair, bright orange eyes, and fair skin. Standing at about 5 feet, 6 inches, she looks to be about 25 years old.

Pandora always wears crop tops, and usually shorts of some kind. They always compliment her toned, muscular physique. Deep red bandages are an uncommon sight, but one might spot her in them while she's working out. She doesn’t really have a super hero outfit, though she will occasionally suit up with a bullet proof vest and camo if the situation calls for it. Basically, she's super hot.

[ PERSONALITY TRAITS ]

Bitter, cruel, sarcastic. She messes with people for fun and has a mile-wide mean streak. Yet Pandora helps people all the same. It’s all a very immature front, especially considering her age.

These days she’s much more outwardly apathetic and calculated. If respected and tolerated for long enough, Pandora becomes wry and bantery. Still, it all can feel very surface level. Pandora doesn't often reflect on her life or herself. People say that with wisdom comes age, but that might not be the case with her.

Moreover there is a kernel of genuine human compassion within her heart that she cannot crush nor extinguish, no matter how hard she tries. It’ll be there forever and she has to act on it.

[ BIO ]

Pandora was born a long time ago as Mary Madison, growing up a peasant farming girl in rural England. There she had a family, and when she grew up she married a man named Steven Silverstone. She lived a whole, normal life, from sister to aunt to mother. When she was an old lady, her husband passed away. Mary Silverstone, as she was then known and would be known for the next two centuries, was content with her life. To pass away and join her husband, mother, and father in heaven. And then, the X-200 meteor hit. After an unpleasant transformation experience she found herself a young woman again, now with incredible powers.

For few good decades she was a cheerful, glad to be alive superhero called the Changer. But as she realised she would outlive her entire family, she ran away and threw herself into the army. There she became a powerful nurse and soldier. It didn’t make her feel any better, though, and she became an evil imperial warlord. Known as the Shark of Crimea for her ability to swim through the ground and pull enemies under.

Then she was depressed, but she got better just in time for World War One. Shortly thereafter she was a soldier and then a spy in World War Two. The evil there crushed whatever faith she had left in humanity. After World War Two she barely participated in the Golden Age of Superheroes. She fell off the map. The last of her family died, the Silverstone line coming to an end. Pandora faked her own death, ending the life of Mary Silverstone and coming to America where she took the name Jane Smith, or rather, Pandora. There she opened up a flower shop and lived there for a while. Her last living relative, a child named Rose, implored her to become a hero again. Eventually she did, and for the last thirty years she’s been doing her part to make Castleburg a better place. She’s in a better place than she has been in a while, but that’s not saying much.

| MISCELLANEOUS |

Has adopted a family of dogs named after various types of flower. Currently she has Petunia II and Daisy II.

[ RANKING ]

S

[ POWERS ]

Alteration of Matter

Has the power to precisely and quickly Alter any matter within a 50 foot radius, as long as she can use her hands or feet. The further away, the longer her will has to reach out. Usually every ten feet adds one seconds. But once her will to change something reaches that spot, it happens instantaneously. Still it's possible to dance along the outside of her range and avoid her powers. She can only interact with four things at a time, one for each limb. If her fingers or toes are covered at all, she has to push through that material. And the more things she Alters, the slower they are to change.

Still. It is any state of matter into any other state of matter. Or just changing one thing into another, though complicated machinery and technology won't be functional.

Her internal biology has also vastly changed, her organs having coagulated into a purple goo. Now she doesn’t need to eat, sleep, or breathe air, and she doesn’t age. Her Alteration powers can be used to heal or repair, aswell, but the effects are dramatically reduced on herself, any change taking months to go into effect. This is the source of her immortality, and the reason she can't effectively Alter herself.

[ PHYSICAL STRENGTH ]
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Pandora has trained her strength, so she is stronger than the average person. But she has no strength related powers. 3/10.

[ AGILITY ]
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Same here. She is more agile than the average person but has no agility related powers. 3/10.

[ INTELLIGENCE ]
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Pandora has literal centuries of experience under her belt and knows many different kinds of powers. She has been a prestiged military officer and is the most veteran of all the veteran superheroes. However modern technology continues to somewhat elude her, and she can be forgetful. 5/10

[ DESTRUCTIVENESS ]
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There are few people on the planet capable of the amount of precise, accurate destruction Pandora is. “Damage” is not necessary for her destruction, all she has to do is be near something and Alter it until it’s falling apart. Or set something on fire, or freeze it, or liquify it. The carnage can spread quickly if she so chooses. 9/10

[ LETHALITY ]
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Pandora is a highly trained combatant. She knows many martial arts and is an excellent markswoman. Her main advantage is once again her experience, all the wisdom that comes with age with none of the physical downsides. 8/10

[ ENDURANCE ]
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Pandora is resistant to damage, having no vital organs when her powers are active. Her limbs can work independently of each other, even her head. The best place to strike are her abdomen or thighs, the places where she has the most blood to lose. And of course, her endurance is high because she cannot die of natural causes. 8/10

[ EFFICACY ]
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Forever. Forever, forever, forever. Too long. 10/10

[ SKILLS ]

She is a skilled florist. She’s picked up and forgotten a few hobbies over the years.

[ EQUIPMENT ]

While she can’t create complicated technology, she can change it and then change it back. So Pandora has a utility pouch full of trinkets and knick knacks that she can change back into useful items, like a handgun or a GPS tracker.

Street Punk Serenade: Delinquent Days

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The Island of Giant Insects: Swarmed

Lizzy got low, going into a well-practiced stealth crouch. All at once her footsteps fell almost completely silent. This place was a wreck. Not nearly as lucky as the last town. Still, she knew how to scrounge things up better than most people did. Carefully she squinted around the corner and-

"Gasp~" Lizzy gasped. A fly. Not just that, but one with a corpse in its mandibles. Just like... Images and sounds flashed through her head, her heart felt like it had just imploded in on itself. Her eyes were wide and she began to hyper ventilate. Guess she was skipping this town after all!

"Fuck." She whispered quietly, eyes wet.

Much to her surprise, she heard a human voice. Spanish. Lizzy snapped her head toward the source and blinked. What the fuck? Was that a luchadore? It was bizarre, but somehow it made her trust him more. Fresh blood- was that dead body a friend of his? Still, Lizzy was hesitant to follow this random stranger she had just met. Single women wandering around like her were in danger before the apocalypse, let alone when there were no cops around.

But at this moment...it was between the luchadore and the flies. Lizzy stayed low in her crouch, but moved across the pavement at a high speed. She ducked behind the truck, putting it between her and the fly but keeping some distance from the stranger. "What now?" She asked in Spanish, her midwest accent strong. Keeping an eye on where the Fly went, she wiped her eyes, trying to toughen up.