LUCKY 31

kyle crane, dying light; nobody apt. y-1, can survive falling from heights under the right circumstances. e-rank combat/support unit { diamond dogs affiliated with citta

[murderousmorality]

She paused in her walk to face the man. His inquiry seemed to be enough for her to spare him a thoughtful look as she turned her attention toward her skirt. With one hand on the hem of it and the other twisting at the red ribbons on her blouse, she pursed her lips.

Maybe developing a character tic of her own would make her appear more relatable. It was worth a try sometime.

“Oh, this? Mmmm, no. Not really. And it’s not really for a class. It’s just one of the few outfits I got to bring back here with me from back home. It’s got a lot of sentimental value to it,” Ryoko said, giving the ribbon a flick. “Besides, I’m too busy nowadays to consider school here.”

Now it was her turn to give him the ‘ol once-over.

“…Are you associated with that academy they keep opening and closing around here?”

[goodnightgoodluck-blog1]

Crane shook his head. He was in no way shape or form suited to be a teacher. Or an instructor, really. He likely didn’t have the patience to pass on what he knew. (Self-doubt notwithstanding, he really would have been a good teacher.) But back to the point at hand.

“Nah. I just--It’s weird seeing school uniforms. Almost makes this place feel normal. Well, relatively speaking.”

[lyingeari]

The irony of what he had said wasn’t lost on her, but he didn’t have to know why. She just giggled and shrugged her shoulders at him.

“Oh, no, no, no! I’m no angel… Well, I do share a similar role with them, I suppose. I’m merely a representative at the end of the day.”

[goodnightgoodluck-blog1]

“Not an angel. Okay...” So some sort of fairy, then? Weird how that hadn’t come to mind first. Running from zombies all day must have short-circuited his brain. “So then what are you?”

[priceofpromises-deactivated2018]

Grinning, the girl nodded her head before marching on her way towards the nearest station. Looking over her shoulder she hollered, ❝Let’s hope you know how to drive, ‘cause I don’t have a license.❞ 

[goodnightgoodluck-blog1]

“No license, no choosing the radio station!” He ran after her with a hop to his step, partly from the enthusiasm and partly from the need to be light on his feet.

[heartsmage]

「(^・o・^)ノ」◄ “WHAT’S A SHARK?! IT SOUNDS FUN! BUT IF IT’S STUCK IN THE WATER THEN THAT WOULDN’T BE A GOOD WEAPON. DO…LIKE, LASERS…DO THEY WORK UNDER WATER EVEN? ARE THERE LIKE, LASER-PROOF WATERS…WAIT, WATER-PROOF LASERS! HEEHEE!”

“OH NO, WHAT IF YOU ACCIDENTALLY SHOOT YOUR FOOT LASER THOUGH! WHAT IF YOU HIT YOUR FURREND OR SOMETHING. OR YOURSELF. I DON’T KNOW IF FOOT LASERS ARE A GOOD IDEA. WHAT ABOUT…UHM…LASER HORNS! BUT…HUMANS ARE PRECIOUS AND DON’T HAVE HORNS, HUH?”

[goodnightgoodluck-blog1]

“Oh man, they don’t have sharks where you’re from?” he asks and it’s like he’s not even playing along anymore. Crane’s actually trying to answer her question. “It’s like this big angry fish with rows of razor sharp teeth. As for water lasers, ehh, you’ll end up evaporating the water itself.”

“Nah, no horns. Not natural ones, anyway. I’m pretty sure there’s a surgical operation that can add horn implants, though. Read about it in some news article.”

[heartsmage]

「(=^･ω･^)」◄ “SHIT, ARE THERE LASER PISTOLS ON THE MOON? OKAY, BUT THAT’D STILL BE PURRTTY FUCKED UP. JUST LIKE…OPPURSITELY FUCKED UP. LIKE THE FUCKED UPEE IS ON THE OTHER FOOT. BUT…A REALLY FUCKED UP FOOT. WITH LASERS. LASER FOOT..” And she begins laughing to herself for little reason. “HEEHEE, LASER FEET.”

[goodnightgoodluck-blog1]

“Hell if I know. But since you brought it up, laser feet actually sound practical as opposed to, say, laser beams attached to sharks. You can’t exactly kill anything that’s not dumb enough to wander near the water.”

Grey skin, horns on her head, creepy eyes - yeah, he’s just gonna roll with it at this point.

[heartsmage]

「(=^-ω-^=)」◄ “IF THERE WERE TWO GUYS ON THE MOON AND ONE OF THEM KILLED THE OTHER WITH A ROCK WOULD THAT BE FUCKED UP OR WHAT?”

[goodnightgoodluck-blog1]

Oh boy. Choice ass memes. Time to show the world how he wasted his time in between missions. “Would it? Who’s to say the other guy wasn’t about to use a laser pistol?”

[stormswake-archive]

    Zombies. There was a term he recognized, though the man’s apparel couldn’t possibly be from Aselia. Must’ve been another common factor across worlds.

    “Not here. Though I have heard there are docile creatures resembling them in one of the districts, if you don’t mind settling for a substitute.”

[goodnightgoodluck-blog1]

“Substitute? No, I--nah, this is good. This is... incredible, actually.”

And they even had antizin here.

[bxsilisk-blog]

Eyebrows furrowing together, the woman gives a slightly confused snort. This sort of behavior was unheard of in her world, at least from what she experienced. “People don’t really do things on your own out of the goodness of your heart. It’s for some other cause whether you realize it or not.”

[goodnightgoodluck-blog1]

“Hey, it’s not like I benefit from letting someone die right in front of my eyes. You know why humans stick together? It’s how we survive bullshit after bullshit.”

[bxsilisk-blog]

“How odd.” She muses to herself as she begins circling him, hand tapping against her chin while the other rests against her hip. An interested hmm escapes her lips as she straightens up again, refraining from asking questions for the time being. “So what is the real reason why you’re here? Putting out the fire is obviously an excuse to keep from being caught.”

[goodnightgoodluck-blog1]

Only it wasn’t an excuse. Crane slips his hands into his pockets and shakes his head. People and their assumptions, human or otherwise. He runs his tongue over his lips, wetting them as he thinks up a way to explain to her that he really is trying to help.

“And you, lady, would be wrong. Believe it or not, I’m actually trying to get in there ‘cause the firemen aren’t doing their jobs.”

[priceofpromises-deactivated2018]

❝Really, legality?❞ Her head merely tilted to the side. ❝I don’t think the cops care at this point. Besides, we’d be helping.❞

[goodnightgoodluck-blog1]

“Okay, tough guy! Let’s do it. Let’s bust into a fire station, get ourselves a truck, and do something useful for a change.”

[warmcnger-deactivated20160530]

The question nearly makes Kaz chuckle, though he just smiles in return. Only seconds later the scowl returns.

“At this point our intelligence says no one is after us, as you say.” 

The haunting loom of Cipher returns; he turns his head away, lifting a hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead. 

“This is precaution. Sector oo3 isn’t known for its kumbayas. Stay alert, who knows what may happen.”

[goodnightgoodluck-blog1]

So he’s just running drills. Dang, talk about a demotion. Crane keeps that little factoid to himself, however, and says, “It’d be reckless to think it’ll stay that way.”

“Used to be I never worried about getting mugged on the street. Now it’s a fuckin’ free-for-all.” The swear slips out, whoops.

[geoformoneeightyseven-blog]

He doesn’t seem all that excited to see you either. His nostrils flared like a bull’s and his eyes were as flat as a snake’s.

But at least staring is all he seems to be doing… for now.

[goodnightgoodluck-blog1]

Not attacking? Maybe he isn’t quite close enough to piss the thing off. Thing. He needs a name for this monstrosity. How else is he supposed to describe it to someone? Beware the giant purple pterodactyl in the middle of the city? Barney’s gone postal.

“God...I hate this place...”

[sideburnsandvoice]

Flammelle tries to remember if this Harran exists in his world. Maybe it doesn’t or he’s just bad at geography. Both are possible options.

“Not a lot is known about Pariah, but they seem to have been experiments of this city before those upstairs decided to just shove people in. They can be very fast and appear kind of human but aren’t normally hostile. You have to set them off first.

Unfortunately, events have happened where the pariah have been set on a rampage through no desire of their own. Expect a lot of people to be wary of them still.”

[goodnightgoodluck-blog1]

“Still not a full-fledged biter. Unless... maybe they’re partly mutated. They could get worse.”

[the-diamond-dogs-blog1]

Quick question: Can we only attempt missions outlined for our unit roles? (i.e. Can a combat unit not do a cooking mission?)

I recently made changes to the faq to allow soldiers to have more than one position, so combat unit will not be unevenly filled. However:

It would be preferred if that soldier had experience in the field and is assigned to that unit to perform the mission. Although, for the sake of thread or drabble, a member can attempt, yet it won’t count as a completed mission.

[goodnightgoodluck-blog1]

Excellent. So members can RP with other units and help their buddies out.

[goodnightgoodluck-blog1]

Heads up about future activity. Though not long enough to warrant a hiatus, I’ll be scarce starting Saturday, March 12th through to Wednesday, March 16th. Sooma-mun ( @souschefyukihira ) is visiting and my folks are gonna put him through the ringer. Expect his activity to decline as well ‘cause he’ll be busy trying to impress The Parents™. Laughs.

[exiledindarkness]

“Nope, fresh off the boat. Out of the room.” Shaking hands already? Maybe this Crane guy was a conduit too.

“Delsin Rowe.” Nope, no powers, he’s normal. Or maybe the scientists took that from him… He wondered how.

[goodnightgoodluck-blog1]

“Nice to meetcha, Delsin.”

“Did they take your stuff, too?”

[exiledindarkness]

“Sounds to me like you’re either new here, or just happen to meet shitty people. Or both.”

[goodnightgoodluck-blog1]

“Both. Definitely both. You don’t look all that acclimated yourself.” He offers his hand. “Kyle Crane.”