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@lady-incisor
(( Hey everyone! Or should I say, those who are remaining...
I hope you’re all well.
I’m popping back in to let you know that I’ve made a new blog. It took over a year to complete, but here I am.
Since it’s a multi-character blog, it’s a different playing field. I’m unsure if I’ll bring Kiku in anytime soon, but if you want to continue writing with me, or start if we never got the chance, I’d love to have you over.
You can find me here! <3 ))
See you later, gator!
I’ve decided to archive all of my roleplay accounts and leave this side of Tumblr.
Nothing is uncertain. Maybe I’ll see you all in these parts again, but I prefer not to return.
I want to say thank you to everyone who has written with me. Whether we plotted every single day or never got around to anything: your presence was meaningful. Some of you can read this and a few are long gone. I wish you all the best and care deeply about each and every one of you. I made Kikuchi’s blog in April 2015 and these past few years have been a blast and I couldn’t ask for a better experience.
My main reasons for leaving Tumblr compounded over the past year. I’ve repeatedly seen what this horrible userbase is capable of. Parroting, allegations based on rumors, the list keeps going. On a lesser note, I haven’t been able to do any actual roleplaying for a while. I’m sorry that I’ve left a few people hanging threadwise. Wanting to avoid most of this website came at a cost, looks like. I’m not happy here, and haven’t been for a long time.
From now on, I’ll be writing elsewhere with my friends. My Discord is available upon request, and it’d be fun if some of you joined me at my new place. It’s already set up and I’m settled in but I still feel like a nomad.
I’ll see you all on the flipside.
So:
See you later, gator!
I’ve decided to archive all of my roleplay accounts and leave this side of Tumblr.
Nothing is uncertain. Maybe I’ll see you all in these parts again, but I prefer not to return.
I want to say thank you to everyone who has written with me. Whether we plotted every single day or never got around to anything: your presence was meaningful. Some of you can read this and a few are long gone. I wish you all the best and care deeply about each and every one of you. I made Kikuchi’s blog in April 2015 and these past few years have been a blast and I couldn’t ask for a better experience.
My main reasons for leaving Tumblr compounded over the past year. I’ve repeatedly seen what this horrible userbase is capable of. Parroting, allegations based on rumors, the list keeps going. On a lesser note, I haven’t been able to do any actual roleplaying for a while. I’m sorry that I’ve left a few people hanging threadwise. Wanting to avoid most of this website came at a cost, looks like. I’m not happy here, and haven’t been for a long time.
From now on, I’ll be writing elsewhere with my friends. My Discord is available upon request, and it’d be fun if some of you joined me at my new place. It’s already set up and I’m settled in but I still feel like a nomad.
I’ll see you all on the flipside.
So:
military-shop-untouchable:
They sat slightly hunched over like that, two pairs of dark eyes glued to the buzzing screen. There was a bit of trepidation on his part, having put all this stuff away almost ten years ago. It was kind of preposterous, the two of them with their respective dodgy backgrounds sharing a home video featuring his kid.
Kaoru looked a little dopey since he’d just woken up. The one thing that was still the same were probably his big and gentle eyes. Iwai tapped his fingers slowly against his mouth, and unconsciously the crease between his brows softened as past memories played out over the screen. As such, he was too caught up himself to notice any change from Kikuchi.
“Yeah.” He said that pretty tonelessly himself.
The scene changed to one in which Kaoru, donning bright red overalls, was waddling over rubber play tiles in pursuit of an unsuspecting pigeon.
Kikuchi’s query earned her a cool glance, and after that he rose slowly to his feet to grab them some drinks from the kitchen. He could hear Kaoru’s tinny laughter in the background, and then his own voice -dull, but not unhappy.
“Don’t know, don’t care,” he responded finally. “Tea? Beer?”
As her tongue crept between her teeth, Kikuchi got up. It didn’t seem like the question hit a sore spot. Even if it had, a part of her knew that it wouldn’t provide any satisfaction. The nonsensical conversation between Iwai and Kaoru playing on small speakers sounded distant.
“Dunno,” she frowned, “I’ll tell you when I decide.”
The walk to the kitchen was short; it was a small, crowded space, but also cozy and kept clean. Kikuchi’s dark gaze rested on the plain tile floor, nearly oblivious to Iwai’s activities. She leaned against the counter near the refrigerator. Slowly, thoughts trickled into her mind and snagged on the rough corners of her brain ... Iwai wasn’t fond of Kaoru’s mother, so what sort of woman was she? That only led to questions that wouldn’t be answered, ones that she told herself not to care about, yet she dwelled on them.
Frowning, Kikuchi looked up and made brief eye contact with a pair of familiar wide eyes behind glasses. Kaoru, who had just come home from school, clutched his bag close and scuttled away quickly. She thought that she saw a small smile ghost on his mouth - probably a trick of the light.
She turned her gaze towards Iwai, “Tea.”
If you had to be trapped in an elevator for three hours with someone you knew, who do you hope that someone was?
Emmerich, or Fury. I could tolerate them for that long, at least.
Who knows? Maybe they’d be able to do something about it.
Have you ever dyed your hair? If so, what colors?
Once, after high school. Bright blue. It looked shitty so it didn’t stay long.
“Korosu” // Boris
Among the monsters, I am well hidden; who looks for a leaf in a forest?
Night at the Circus, Angela Carter (via macrolit)
Ghost Transistor.
occidentalmechafan:
Hal nearly choked on his food, “What?”
Onuma’s small, evil smile told him she wasn’t joking, but she didn’t seem to be much of a joking sort at all, anyway.
His heart rate quickened in fear. This was a woman who had killed two men in front of him without even flinching. Agreeing to go with her was probably the last thing he would ever do… but did he really have a choice? His camouflage was broken, his mission was botched, and he was probably being pursued by a whole fleet of angry mobsters right then.
He looked down, feeling defeated, “I guess I really don’t have a say in this, right?”
Discreetly, Hal fiddled with his codec. If anything, he knew he’d have to contact everyone about this as soon as it was safe to do so, if he was even allowed that luxury.
“No,” Onuma’s smile faded as she brought the teacup to her lips, “You don’t have any better options, right?” It was more of an observation than a question.
Ross had submitted so easily... downcast eyes and all. The rims of his glasses gave off a soft sheen in the messy shadows cast by his hair. He looked vulnerable and open, but there was something guarded to it. That intrigued her, but her attention went back towards the food.
Onuma looked towards him once and knit her brows, “The faster you eat, the sooner we’ll be out of here,” she muttered sternly through a mouthful of fish.
The sun slowly crept towards the horizon, painting the sky with dull orange and red. Onuma and Ross melded with the crowds underneath, she was a few steps ahead. Tattoos peeked out from the hems of her sleeves and short-pants, not enough to draw in any suspicious glances from passersby. Her shoes stamped on the weeds that clawed their way into the world through cracks in the pavement. Apartments and other shops lined the streets, all pristine and bathed in the sickly glow of neon signs and streetlamps. Keisei-Takasago train station was far away, and the long ride to Shimokitazawa still waited ahead.
Their trek had been in complete silence since they left the restaurant, even as the sky darkened and the train station now in plain sight. Onuma scanned the sea of people restlessly as she passed through the ticket barriers. She kept Ross close and grabbed him by the wrist to scurry up the stairs towards the platform. Their footsteps echoed and lingered among the idle chatter; she let him go once they reached the top, the warmth of his skin remained on her fingers.
A mess of train tracks converged into a single cinch along the platform and burst into several directions at the end. On cue with the even-sounding announcer, the next train rounded the corner and each car hummed as it stopped. Blending in with the tired-looking passengers on board, Onuma walked inside and sat down. As the doors closed like a pair of jaws, her black eyes locked onto Ross’ in a stare that was unsmiling, unblinking, and unsettling.
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bryanhasanswers:
CYCLONE:
She had assumed correctly - smart kid. I knew exactly where to go - the parking lot. We needed to grab a car - a fast one - then after that… I was pretty much out of ideas.
I grabbed the terrified stumble-bum Kikuchi was holding and immediately regretted it. The stench hit me like a toxic fist from hell.
“Aqua-fucking-VELVA?!”
I shook him like a doomed harp seal and watched as his terrified, face rippled like jello.
“As if you didn’t already have enough to answer for…”
I wanted to smash him against the wall like a rotten pinata, but I needed to ask this guy some questions and those sirens were getting a little close…
We burst out the back door and my targeting reticles were poppin’ and snappin’ on all the different cars makes and models in the back lot. I was pulling up all the specs on everything in the lot. Pretty sissified selection too. An Audi TT (that was the car making all the noise), Porsche 911, and one of those stupid Cayenne things… your garden variety Lexus and an Infini -
“HOLY SHIT!”
My reticle had just locked onto a mutha-fuckin’ unicorn riding an albino dragon! I double checked my internal readout just to be sure - and sure enough - right there in the back back of the lot, next to the faded green dumpster… A Mercury Cyclone - N-code 429 Cobra Jet!
“That’s our ticket outta here!”
I was over there in a flash and had put my fist through the driver’s side window as quick as thinking. I stuffed our would be assassin headfirst through the broken window before he could even gasp. He slid into a back seat the size of a living room sofa like a boneless hippo. I flopped the driver’s seat forward and Kikuchi floated right in there next to him like a shadow.
The police had arrived out front and we needed to get creative there was a back alley - about as wide as the car we were in.
“Hang tight!”
I grabbed the plastic shit around the steering column and ripped it off like an old corn husk. I tossed it out the window and before it even clattered into the drive, I had grabbed the loose hanging wires and crushed them together causing them to spark in my fist.
There was a sputter, then a cough - followed by a growl and a deafening roar as an 8 cylinder demon from hell woke up - and it was hungry!
We blasted through the thin wooden fence and drifted into the alley then rocketed out of sight - hit the main road and spun off into the darknes.
Cold air blew in from the shattered window. Kikuchi didn’t think that her evening would involve a shootout at an ice cream shop or getting away in a stolen car, but she supposed there was a first time for everything. As they escaped the blaring sirens, the song playing on the radio became clearer and louder.
Kikuchi spent her time looking outside of the windshield as she sat cross-legged in the back seat. Their captive hadn’t stirred and she regarded Fury with unease. Between his feats of strength and ability to manipulate technology, everything about him seemed unnatural.
What the hell is he...?
Something beside her shifted, “Nnngh... Where am I?”
Suddenly, she wasn’t thinking about Fury. Her attentions honed in on the man beside her. He writhed and a pained groan passed through new gaps between his teeth. She pressed one of her knives against his throat lightly. He flinched and made another noise, as if he vaguely knew what was going on.
Kikuchi stared at him. He wasn’t in any shape to answer any questions. His gaze wavered between the seats. The lights and tall skyscrapers speeding by were too much for him to handle. A thin line of blood tapered down his neck.
“Where am I?” He repeated.
She was as stony as ever when their gazes met. The moment when he realized what was going on played on his features; his eyes widened and his lips parted and quivered. Fury was probably aware that the man had come to, but the scenery outside of the window continued to blur by and the engine roared on like an angry lion.
She leaned towards him, getting uncomfortably close. What Fury called “Aqua-fucking-velva” was a nearly unbearable stench, but she stayed nearby and took small, almost-nonexistent breaths. The man swallowed hard and flinched against the knife. His gaze was fixed on the headrest. This small act of defiance was betrayed by his trembling body.
Their surroundings were starting to get dark and sparse ... maybe Fury was taking him somewhere secluded for proper questioning. Kikuchi dug the blade into his flesh, enough to pick away a few pained groans.
“Who are you working for?” She asked lowly.
Nothing. His lips were tighter than a miser’s purse. As the car slowed down and stopped, more blood seeped from the shallow wound on his collarbone, staining his white button-up shirt.
Do you have a tattoo or piercing you regret?
No.
My tattoos are art. I haven’t had enough piercings to regret any of them, but I don’t think I’ll get any more.
@veritas-as-modeus
“I can see you.”
She took him by surprise, causing him to almost push the camera trigger prematurely and waste a precious frame of film. Stefano chuckled though, despite initial tiny shock and shook his head.
“Good. I don’t mind having audience.”
Kikuchi regarded the stranger with suspicion. Her cold eyes stared at the aperture of the camera and then trailed towards him.
He reminded her of an elegant black cat. His features were sharp and ferally handsome, partially obscured by a sweep of thick hair. Clad in dark finery, he almost blended into the shadows.
She stayed still. It almost felt like he had been following her. That wasn’t a reasonable assumption, especially since he was totally engrossed in his subject: a gorgeous red dress discarded in the alley dumpster. It looked like a mess of blood from far away, which had attracted her curiosity in the first place.
“I won’t be interfering with your work?” Her tone was apathetic, “I thought you sorts liked being alone.”
“I want to ask you. Do you think love can bloom even on a battlefield?” Otacon asked. He was urgent, and his eyes seemed to plead behind the glasses. Snake answered him immediately.
“Yeah. I do. I think at any time, any place, people can fall in love with each other. But if you love someone, you have to be able to protect them.”
