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[penshachi]

stop apologizing, mom, i’ll never be around to say it’s ok // (x)

[inhabae-blog]

❀festiFIGHT ! ! ! ! ╬ ╬ ╬

[♚] Flower festival has begun and there’s no mistaking it. The stars of the party are blooming all over adding not only to the view but to the scents as well. There’s tranquility for those that go seeking for it, fun for those that choose to enter the louder activities.

Festival isn’t a festival without crowd and its’ noises mixing together. Some louder than others…A certain stall is gaining attention. No one approaches it  - someone already got hurt trying, they won’t dare. Children who stare get their eyes hidden by the parents. . 

In the center you can find a woman her foot on the counter of the shooting gallery. It’s quite a feat given that she’s wearing heels and a mermaid dress. Inha has the stall clerk on his grip. Her eyes glinting wildly her forehead against the poor guy’s. She’s oozing the kind of atmosphere that’d keep most away.

“ You think you can just do that HUHHHHHH? “

“ Either give me my money back or give the damn prize! No one likes cheaters right???!!!! “

She slaps him on both cheeks with her free hand carefully manicured fingernails scratching his cheeks on the process. 

[fingerbangme]

    “Hey, lady. You mind?” 

     Sure, it wasn’t like it was his job to interfere. Nor did he particularly care as to whether or not the guy’s gig was legit or not -- hell, that was a chance you had to take in places like this, even if it was disappointing. He’d been jilted a few times as a kid, even ( and maybe he’d launched a few death threats of his own, but hey, whatever ). Though the obnoxious shouting was what drew his attention, what kicked his frustration in gear and forced him to walk over with hands in pockets. Well, hand in pocket. His other hand had already lashed in an attempt to wrap around her wrist, purely in reflex. 

    He wasn’t afraid to hit a girl, of course. But he’d at least like to know what her freakin’ problem was first.

    There wasn’t an ounce of apprehension in his tone.

    “No need to get your panties all in a bunch over some stupid prize... -- look, you’re scaring all the kids away. This is supposed to be a fun-zone, not a war-zone. You sure you’re not just a crappy shot? Let’s see you give it one more go.”

[fingerbangme]

    Carnival games weren’t exactly the sort of soul-sucking entertainment he’d been looking for, but Yusuke needed something to dull the edge that kept on ticking. But what the hell was he going to do with all these weird prizes? Ugh. 

    “Tch, whatever. Hey, you want this... uh. Bug-eyed... goldfish thing? I guess it’s kind of cute? If you squint your eyes a little. I don’t need any of this plush junk.” Shit. He hadn’t been to a festival in a while -- not since he was a kid, at least.

[incorrectyyh]

[incorrectyyh]

[busybeesflowershop]

     The sun rises, and the moon sets; a story as old as time. Nothing appears out of the ordinary to those early risers among the citizens in Hive City. For those who live in sector six there is something within the tree laden part of the city that has only happened once before. Signs pop up elsewhere along the other sectors, pointing a certain direction that indicate you to follow. In a large clearing of sector six a ring of mushrooms, as tall as three story buildings, waits openly for all of Hive City to come and visit. A sign holds on the entree way that reads “Welcome To All Those Who Choose to Enter.”

   Inside is an array of sounds, smells, and sights for the faire goers to enjoy. Shops line the mushroom’s that make the walls of the Flower Festival were one can purchase handcrafted items and art. If one follows their nose they will find an array of different foods and wines to satisfy even the pickiest of eaters! Small crowds are littered about as they shift from scene to scene, but most of all you notice the bright colors and shapes of flowers that seem to appear on almost every surface.

                                     Welcome to the Flower Festival.

Keep reading

[fingerbangme]

roll☆for☆luck

[doorknobwielder]

The kid was holding his own, he had to give him that. Well, far more than Wade thought he’d manage to anyway. Not that he doubted the kid but he’d learned that when people talked big in this city it usually meant that their mouths were bigger than their dicks. Metaphorically speaking. Naturally, Wade didn’t shut his mouth. Tossing in salad jokes when he’d rend one of the heads from one of the fly traps on the wall. Honestly, it was a little too ease.

So, when they reached the next floor, a deep rumble filled the corridor… right as Wade tossed a few dice in Yusuke’s direction.

“I spent over a hundred bucks on these things!” He holds up the rather large bag of twenty-sided dice for emphasis, “We’re rollin’ ‘em every chance we get! Some lame Indiana Jones rip-off is nothin’ compared to the importance of–” He stopped talking for the briefest of instances when Yusuke fell.

Wade picked up the pace, moving forward quickly and slamming the blade of his sword into the sheath on his back. He ducked low while he ran, scooping Yusuke up and settling him across his shoulder. He also managed to save the dice. After all, it wouldn’t do to piss off the gods of the dice rolls. “See?! You pissed them off! You rolled a one and fell on your ass. Now, did ya see what I did there? I rolled a natural 20 and saved your sorry ass from bein’ a pancake. A pancake, mind you, that I wouldn’t eat. So you’d just kinda be…y’know… sittin’ there.”

All while this was going on, he was running just as fast as he had been before. His costume was tattered in some spots like his shoulder and side from where fly traps had gotten him. And he’d managed to avoid spears, surprisingly. The flesh beneath the torn spots, however, had already healed. “Does baby think he can run on his own or does papa need to carry him all the way home?”

[fingerbangme]

    The temptation to kick and jab at his savior was intense. The kind of intense you’d only get from a rush of adrenaline pumping like a hand reaching down your throat. Yusuke dug dirty nails into the older man’s shoulder, nearly reeling slightly from the unexpected feeling of being tossed about on his shoulder. The sheer fact that the path was narrow and bumpy and that he’d been looking far too closely at pebbles bouncing hard against the rocky floor in his momentary daze didn’t do much for help either.

    “Look, I appreciate the gesture, old-timer -- “ He said, partly flustered and frustrated and with a bit of a cough. Being tossed around like luggage for a while was hell. “But if you think I’m just gonna just ride on your coattails to glory without doing a damn thing, then we’ve got a real problem here. Lemme show you just how useful the great Urameshi Yusuke is, to start. Watch and learn!”

    One shot. Just like old times, when he hadn’t a single clue as to what a “spirit detective” even was, when suddenly he was saddled with a grab-bag of annoying responsibilities he didn’t even want. When people’s lives were in danger and the only one they had to count on was some middle-school kid who’d rather be up in a parlor counting a brass bucket of balls under enough lights to drive a man blind.

    But over time, he’d changed. Found that the only thing he’d ever been good at was actually worth something, was worth lending to others. And that was why Yusuke twisted and wiggled and aimed a pointed finger like a gun straight towards the giant, tumbling boulder.

    One shot, Yusuke. Better make it count.

   “REI GUN -- !!!” 

    It was a bright, blue energy -- shooting straight like a bullet. It pulsed through the air and pierced straight into the boulder, albeit only with enough power to shatter it into large chunks that sailed far enough to bounce off unseen walls and all around the room.

[fingerbangme]

    Yeah, okay. That was enough being hit on by online strangers to last a life-time. Never again.

[fingerbangme]

roll☆for☆luck

    HE HAD TO hand it to the guy -- things had been rough at the start, what with the man-eating plants nipping at their ankles and the very walls of the dungeon nearly coming alive with gaunt flora that hadn’t seen prey in years. But the two had quick reflexes, and Yusuke himself managed to come out with only a mildly singed shoulder (stupid plants) and a couple scratches. That familiar adrenaline pumped in his chest, made him feel alive -- and forced forward the thought that this would all be worth it. Trusting some guy he’d only known for a few days would be worth it, damn it.

    That is, until they hit another floor and a pair of dice were unceremoniously tossed at him. He juggled the pair of 20-sided die in his hands and followed Wade at full-speed, all the while hollering various obscenities as a massive rumbling chased them.

    "The hell!? Do you seriously expect me to roll these?! Right here -- right NOW? You’d think there would be more important shit we should be worrying about, like, MAYBE the giant-ass boulder right behind us? Shit!” 

     -- but maybe he’d been too eager. Too eager to find some sort of worth in this place where he had nothing, because suddenly he wasn’t running. Suddenly he’d tripped and lost his footing on the narrow path, all the dice cluttering to the floor as he spiraled forward.

@doorknobwielder

[draconidol]

♦♦♦ – “Now, I’m just saying, but… If someone had me in their team, their dungeon crawl would be easy peasy! That’s the Liz-chan guarantee!” Are you trying to join a team or film an infomercial?

[fingerbangme]

    “Okay, so... and? What can you even do? Tell me that frilly get-up doesn’t mean you’re some kind of performer or whatever. A smooth dance number isn’t gonna cut it when it comes to smashing heads.”

[yu-bo-bo]

[fingerbangme]

    THERE’D BEEN TALK through-out the streets. Talk of a holiday that he often forgot, that he often never had the chance nor the will to celebrate. There was never any guarantee she’d be there, truly be up there whenever their eyes met and he’d gauged whatever sort of clarity he could find, like he always did. Not that it was anything beyond irritating at times, really -- or maybe. Maybe it was just that Yusuke’d grown accustomed to cleaning up after a woman was barely awake or even around whenever he’d storm into the house.

    Shit. What was he getting so sentimental for? It must’ve been this place, or the quiet of his shoddy little apartment. He took one last, long drag and then scattered the ashes to the floor with a quick flick.

    Well, whatever. She’d be fine. She was fine. There were enough red, wilting petals scattered across the apartment floor to fill at least twenty vases for her if he wanted to, as Puu had seemingly spent the whole afternoon collecting them without his knowledge.

    And she probably would've liked that, huh?

[doorknobwielder]

“Haha. That’s hilarious. It’s called a dungeon for a reason. Naturally, you need to go in with a group of adventurers. I mean, I could do it by myself but where’s the fun in that? And who knows? I’m at least a level 20 Ranger.” A brief pause. “Oh? I didn’t know you knew me. But news flash, kiddo. I’m already on the team.”

[fingerbangme]

    "I wasn’t --” He folded his arms and huffed a bit. Real mature, kid. “Tch, whatever. But look, if you know what you’re getting into, then let me in on it. I may not be as strong as I was back in my world, but I can still kick plenty of ass. And I’m sick of sittin’ around looking for a way out of this dinky little shit-hole that everyone’s calling a city. About time I just slam my fist into something and see what happens.” Especially if there was some sweet-ass bonus waiting at the end.

    He was real charming, this one. And at least a foot or so shorter than Deadpool. “The name’s Urameshi Yusuke. Street fighter extraordinaire. Like... a level 40, at least.”

[doorknobwielder]

And thus he slaps up a sign that says:

“LOOKING FOR GROUP!

Currently in Need Of:

Healer

Tank

Swordsman -or- Mage

Text Deadpool if interested!”

He had to use his old christmas elf uniform and he wasn’t using a bow but… hey. He made a pretty good Ranger if he did say so himself.

[fingerbangme]

   "... the hell? Healer, tank? Mage? Yo, Pops -- this isn’t a freaking video-game. I mean, yeah, it totally looked like Zoma’s Castle just popped out of the ground like a daisy... -- but there are real lives on the line here. And do you really think all these types are just gonna come waltzing in like, ‘level 30 swordsman for hire!’ after they saw all that?”

    “Look, you’re gonna need someone strong. Clever. And I might just know a guy.”

[asscheeksofsteel-blog]

“And what the hell’s so funny about that, punk? You got somethin’ to say?!”

[fingerbangme]

     "How is being named after an ona-hole not hilarious? Shit. Give me a minute. I don’t wanna bust my gut again.”

[fingerbangme]

    “Okay. Okay, seriously -- hear me out. This is literally the best thing I’ve heard all day. Check it. Dude’s name is TENGA and he doesn’t even know what the hell a Tenga Egg is. It’s freakin’ unreal.”

[duowheeled]

     ROBOTS? PILOTED by humans? While Arcee want to scoff, the memory of the leader of M.E.C.H doing the same thing arises within her mind… Leaving an overall bitter taste in her mouth.

     ❝ Unfortunately for you, I’m not piloted by anyone; I’m completely sentient, kid. ❞ she starts, metallic brows furrowing for a moment. ❝ Anyway… Like it or not, I do care. Whether or not you believe me is up to you, but it is the truth. ❞

[fingerbangme]

      Hold the phone. This massive ( -- ly impressive, not that he’d care to admit ) hunk of junk wasn’t being piloted by some self-righteous punk? Go figure. “... huh. So you’re not man-made, then? Well, shit. Tell me you can still shoot lasers or something, at least.”

      Despite the relatively informative discovery, Yusuke kept his arms folded and his stance defiant. Did the boy know how to do anything other than be standoffish? It was just that -- he’d didn’t like that feeling. Like someone could’ve been looking down on him. It made him sick to his stomach and nearly fixed on a permanent, sullen gaze. “I’m not exactly plannin’ on staying around here for that long, but I’ll keep it in mind. If it’s the truth.”