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Christopher Arclight RP blog for the closed RP group Deck Tin. #micronforce

[theshootingstarofsatellite-blog]

~ Actin' like they too hot to dance

[theshootingstarofsatellite-blog]

Uhm, what next. 

Yuusei usually had great adaptability skills but this place was making him feel like he was swimming in deep water. Partying, social interactions, alcohol flowing, loud music… It was as if everything he didn’t like or was not entirely comfortable with had been gathered in one place. He still couldn’t find Crow in the crowd, it seemed he was still stuck here for the time being. 

And well, either the girl wasn’t interested or she was playing with him. Not even a smile as a thank, and was she looking the other way on purpose? It was plain rude. At least he had tried, he told himself. He could have gone talk to her but he didn’t want to be a bother or make her feel uncomfortable. He sighed and finished his glass, briefly considering ordering another drink until he remembered he had decided to stay sober to make sure Crow would make it home safe. He simply went for a soda. The music would probably give him a headache sooner or later, he didn’t need alcohol to add to it. 

When his eyes met with that girl again, he was the one to look the other way. It was always a little embarrassing to get turned down. 

[micronforce]

Alright. V could not have just sat there and let this young man think he was a girl. He felt terribly guilty not saying anything. Instead, V got up from his table and approached the stranger, thoroughly embarrassed. He could do this, it was simple enough; all V had to tell him was the truth.

"Excuse me," he said, trying to grab the stranger's attention. It was a lot harder to do this now, when those pretty blue eyes were on him. Ah. "I think there's been a misunderstanding. You see, I am not female." Though, maybe, the depth of V's voice would have given it all away before he could have even told the truth.

V felt terrible about this. The poor man must've been so embarrassed over this! He probably didn't want to accidentally hit on a male. "I'll reimburse you for the drink," he said, pulling out his wallet. It was the least he could do, and he felt terrible taking a free drink when, in a way, it was not fully intended for him.

But there was one thing for sure. V would not be coming back here again!

[decktin-blog]

In the city of Heartland, crime is rampant, and it’s up to the dedicated members of the Undercover Heartland Police Squad to catch these criminals in action. However, this mission is a big one, and requires practice beforehand. So the lucky chosen members of the team must act as if they are married for two weeks in preparation for the mission. Are you ready for the perils and excitement of fake married life?

[decktin-blog]

OOC Info:

Anyone can sign up, with as many characters as you have! The more people that sign up, the better! Just send in an ask saying what character/s you’d like to sign up as.

Couples will be randomized, so you have the chance to meet new RP partners.

IC posts, threads, and asks related to this event should be tagged as #dt marriage. 

Sign up by the end of the day, Monday June 23rd.

The event will begin the following day, Tuesday June 24th, and end on July 8th. However, you can continue on your own threads if you wish.

An online group chat will also open on the same day!

[micronforce]

✉

Chris slammed down the chart in front of Ryouga who was eating lunch. Was. But if he so much as thought of chewing, he knew where the chart would be going next.

"What is this?" Chris asked. Ryouga looked up."It’th—""Don’t talk to me with your mouth full."

Although he did not chew his fry adequately, he swallowed it anyway. It was best not to make Chris even angrier. Though his throat burned as he tried, he still managed to swallow it.

"It’s a chart." The look on Chris’ face screamed a mix of sheer rage and utter horror at Ryouga’s stupidity. Chris took a deep breath and seemed to count to ten before carrying on."No. I’m referring to the dosage. You do realise this is a lethal amount, don’t you, doctor?" he asked, folding his arms across his chest."W— I didn’t do this!""No, you didn’t. Thankfully, one of the nurses corrected it. How about you-" Chris grabbed the chart and bonked it lightly on Ryouga’s head "-think a little, for once? I mean, for goodness sake, Maiko, I'm sure there's at least one braincell within that echoing cave you call a skull."

Chris left soon afterwards, leaving Ryouga to sit and pout. He wasn’t even hungry anymore. Being an intern sucked.

[micronforce]

[Text]: I think my nap took me to another dimension

V stared at his phone. 'Yusei, are you still drunk?' he sent back before shoving the item back into his pocket. Yusei needed to give his liver a break.

[micronforce]

✉

The first thing to keep in mind is that they didn't do it. The second thing to keep in mind is that no one would have ever believed them.

But when faced with skin and hair samples found at the scene of a crime and fingerprints lifted, it was hard to go against solid proof. Still, they didn't. But Kaito could have screamed until he was blue in the face, and V could have reasoned until his throat closed, yet it would not be enough.

As far as the law was concerned, they were criminals. As far as V and Kaito were concerned, they had been framed.

And they ran. They ran quickly and they ran far. With enough money and enough family to protect them, the law would have never found the two of them.

"What if they ever catch up?" V would ask sometimes, though usually in a whisper."They probably won't," Kaito would assure him. V would shake his head."They also might."

The first thing to keep in mind is they didn't commit murder. The second thing to keep in mind is if they were caught, the pair of them would not hesitate to take the blame to save themselves.

[rhapsodoes-blog]

TFLN Inspired; Send my muse a text from the list below

[[Text]: it glows. i had to have it. [Text]: i stole nothing, broke nothing, and stabbed nothing. aren’t you proud of me? [Text]: you told me your favorite colors were “pink” “no pants” and “Mexican food” [Text]: I stared at him for a solid five minutes because he looked like what I imagine god would look like if god was a lumberjack [Text]: YOU CANT FOOL THE TOILET [Text]: This electrician is just ripping my house apart and I’m too hungover to ask questions [Text]: I think my nap took me to another dimension [Text]: i think i just encouraged him to glue googly eyes to my boobs [Text]: I am going to MURDER whoever gave him my phone number but it was probably drunk me so I’m conflicted. [Text]: I SHOULD NOT BE HAVING AN EXISTENTIAL CRISIS OVER PIZZA [Text]: i crashed through a building. if that counts then yes, i went out with a bang. [Text]: He tried to do the do on me last night and my exact words were “stay away from my princess parts. they’re renovating.” [Text]: It hurts to hear and I can smell shapes. [Text]: If we tried baptizing you I feel the water would start boiling around you. [Text]: The real estate’s complaint had the words “loud squealing at 2am” in it. Then I remembered that was me spoon feeding you guys old potato salad while you screeched like baby birds. Great night. [Text]: Your level of morning after guilt is too much right now. Do less. [Text]: was it mean of me to chase him screaming “DO YOU EVER WANT TO BE ABLE TO HAVE CHILDREN?!” [Text]: I could not handle jail. And my very angry parents. [Text]: If my eyeballs could make a sound to describe how they feel they would just say uhhhhhhhhggggggghhhhhh. [Text]: Does me being hung over take away from how professional I can be today? [Text]: I was a bouncer for about 90 seconds until the real bouncers figured out that I was doing their job [Text]: And he probably thinks I’m in love with him but after three shots of Patron you love anything [Text]: I had to assert my dominance as Alpha Drunk. [Text]: i said good morning to each one of his abs personally [Text]: A true measure of a good friend is how long they respond to their friends drunken illogical texts. Youre a champ. [Text]: Apparently I’m a “fire hazard” [Text]: Just did shrooms. Don’t feel shit! Wsasted 40 bucks on this! Nothing’s happenig except for this little gnome on my shoulder and the couch is melting. Fuckin waste of money. [Text]: I hit him with a car. Nothing says I hate you more than backing into someone with a fucking car. [Text]: do you ever just look around and think about how great it is to have depth perception? Like it’s really, really cool when u think about it [Text]: Well I’m about 60% wine, 30% pure rage and 10% tears at the moment and I’m disappointed in how little alcohol is in me [Text]: im half tempted just to scoot up to him and whisper “I’m not wearing underwear” but idk if thats a heartfelt apology [Text]: Ducking stuck downtown…all the fuxkig roads are blixkded [Text]: we’re making bets on your personal life [Text]: Let me begin my 3 part apology by saying that you are a wonderful human being…

[inversionofdarkness]

Send me a ✉ and I’ll random numbers generator + drabble one of the AUs.

Ultimate AU List by tokidoki-hockeypockey (Numbers 1-75)

[rhapsodoes-blog]

TFLN Inspired; Send my muse a text from the list below

[[Text]: it glows. i had to have it. [Text]: i stole nothing, broke nothing, and stabbed nothing. aren’t you proud of me? [Text]: you told me your favorite colors were “pink” “no pants” and “Mexican food” [Text]: I stared at him for a solid five minutes because he looked like what I imagine god would look like if god was a lumberjack [Text]: YOU CANT FOOL THE TOILET [Text]: This electrician is just ripping my house apart and I’m too hungover to ask questions [Text]: I think my nap took me to another dimension [Text]: i think i just encouraged him to glue googly eyes to my boobs [Text]: I am going to MURDER whoever gave him my phone number but it was probably drunk me so I’m conflicted. [Text]: I SHOULD NOT BE HAVING AN EXISTENTIAL CRISIS OVER PIZZA [Text]: i crashed through a building. if that counts then yes, i went out with a bang. [Text]: He tried to do the do on me last night and my exact words were “stay away from my princess parts. they’re renovating.” [Text]: It hurts to hear and I can smell shapes. [Text]: If we tried baptizing you I feel the water would start boiling around you. [Text]: The real estate’s complaint had the words “loud squealing at 2am” in it. Then I remembered that was me spoon feeding you guys old potato salad while you screeched like baby birds. Great night. [Text]: Your level of morning after guilt is too much right now. Do less. [Text]: was it mean of me to chase him screaming “DO YOU EVER WANT TO BE ABLE TO HAVE CHILDREN?!” [Text]: I could not handle jail. And my very angry parents. [Text]: If my eyeballs could make a sound to describe how they feel they would just say uhhhhhhhhggggggghhhhhh. [Text]: Does me being hung over take away from how professional I can be today? [Text]: I was a bouncer for about 90 seconds until the real bouncers figured out that I was doing their job [Text]: And he probably thinks I’m in love with him but after three shots of Patron you love anything [Text]: I had to assert my dominance as Alpha Drunk. [Text]: i said good morning to each one of his abs personally [Text]: A true measure of a good friend is how long they respond to their friends drunken illogical texts. Youre a champ. [Text]: Apparently I’m a “fire hazard” [Text]: Just did shrooms. Don’t feel shit! Wsasted 40 bucks on this! Nothing’s happenig except for this little gnome on my shoulder and the couch is melting. Fuckin waste of money. [Text]: I hit him with a car. Nothing says I hate you more than backing into someone with a fucking car. [Text]: do you ever just look around and think about how great it is to have depth perception? Like it’s really, really cool when u think about it [Text]: Well I’m about 60% wine, 30% pure rage and 10% tears at the moment and I’m disappointed in how little alcohol is in me [Text]: im half tempted just to scoot up to him and whisper “I’m not wearing underwear” but idk if thats a heartfelt apology [Text]: Ducking stuck downtown…all the fuxkig roads are blixkded [Text]: we’re making bets on your personal life [Text]: Let me begin my 3 part apology by saying that you are a wonderful human being…

[theshootingstarofsatellite-blog]

~ Actin' like they too hot to dance

- Based on Good Girls Go Bad by Cobra Starship

"Just one night can’t be so wrong! Come on Yuusei!" It has almost become a habit. Twice to thrice per month, Crow would go to some night club and try to drag along Jack, Yuusei, and even Bruno. "You’re always here working, you’re boring." 

And somehow this time he had convinced him to come. 

Yuusei winced when he heard the loud and awful repetitive music. People really dance to this? All he could see were people more or less drunk dancing close to one another and he was starting to regret his decision… Crow grabbed his arm, laughing happily. At least he looked like he was having fun. ”Go meet new people! Find yourself a hot guy! Girl! Whatever you’re into!” "Crow, I’m not sure it’s such a good id-" Crow was already gone and out of sight. Great.

The middle of the dancefloor certainly wasn’t a place where Yuusei wanted to be. He spotted the bar on the right, it looked like a nice spot to settle. He didn’t want to leave Crow on his own, he could tolerate all this just one night to please his friend. He could just sit, have a couple of drinks, and wait until the end of the evening. He ordered a beer. He wanted to keep his head clear, he was certain he would have to carry Crow home. Someone had to make sure they would be getting home safe. 

Yuusei met eyes with a stranger sitting at a table across from his. A pretty lady he had to admit. He briefly smiled at her. Perfectly combed long silver hair with lilac and green bangs. Deep blue eyes. She seemed to be on her own, too. And so was Yuusei in the end. After all, Crow had encouraged him to meet new people. Was it reasonable to simply approach her like this? He noticed her glass was almost empty. A fruity cocktail if Yuusei had to guess. He had already seen guys buying girls drinks in night clubs in films, maybe it was the way to do it. He stopped a waiter and asked him to bring her a refill. 

The waiter placed the glass on V’s table. “For the cute girl, from the man right in front of you.”

[micronforce]

V figured that he couldn't complain about the club/bar scene if he had never actually set foot in one. So, instead of complaining without trying, he decided that one night he would try going to one. If he didn't like it, he could run out of there and never return. If he did like it, well...he could cross that bridge once he got to it.

But once he arrived, he felt awkward. It smelt like sick, sweat and sex, and he wasn't sure which one was the worst. Probably the cocktail of all of them mixed together was enough to make him want to visit the bathroom, but he was certain the smell would be worse in there. The bar seemed quieter, at least.

The music was deafening. V sat down at a table with his drink. It tasted weird, but sort of nice. That was one good thing about this place. He looked over at people dancing, grinding, and-- yep, he wanted to go home already. But he hadn't finished his drink. So, instead, he sort of gulped most of it down. Yet, when most of it was gone, another drink was placed in front of him.

“For the cute girl, from the man right in front of you.”

Cute girl? V looked over at the stranger. The man was sort of attractive, really, and V couldn't deny that. He knew that, if he went over there and opened his mouth, the first thing he would notice is how deep V's voice is - too deep for most women - and Yusei would run off in the other direction. Oh well. V could just ignore him for now. This was so awkward; he didn't have the heart to tell Yusei.

[theshootingstarofsatellite-blog]

~ Elegy

Yuusei lost his train of thoughts when V’s voice reached his ears. He had been waiting here for what had felt like hours but the sun still wasn’t up. At this point, it almost felt like morning would never come. He glanced at the stranger. At the very least, it wasn’t someone Yuusei knew. It was an awful thought, but Yuusei was tired. Tired of facing his friends in these circumstances. He had lost Kiryuu only a few hours before and from what he had heard Jack had defeated Carly as well. Defeating a stranger, putting him back to death, it would be easier. And it had to be done. 

"Then you must be V." Yuusei jumped off the rubble he was sitting on and eyed the stranger. He was emanating the same cold beauty and trace of death as the others. They’re only puppets. They’re dead. Yuusei tried to convince himself. They’re back here for wrong reasons. ”Let’s make this quick.”

Every Dark Signer had they’re personal story. Resentment, something they had left unfinished, revenge. That’s what could bring them back. Like ghosts.  ”What brought you here tonight?” Yuusei asked. 

[micronforce]

Make it quick? That was exactly what V was planning. He didn't want to spend forever on vermin like Yusei, anyway. He had things to do and take care of, and once Yusei was out of the picture...

V had a goal to take care of. Yusei was not all of it, but he was a part of it. It was nothing personal, of course, and he sort of wondered if the other understood this. But whether he did or not did not matter to V. Had he been in better state, then perhaps he would have cared more.

"What brought me here?" V asked. "Obviously, I am here to duel you and to get you out of our way." Unless, of course, Yusei meant in general. But why should V have shared his life story with a stranger? He didn't even share sensitive information with friends. But maybe it would have been alright to tell Yusei. After all, once this was over with, Yusei wouldn't be able to tell anyone, anyway.

[micronforce]

♪ (cause vyuusei interactions are always good)

「Bacterial Contamination ♪ Vocaloid」

It hadn't been long since V had become reborn as a Dark Signer. He knew he wasn't supposed to be part of this world anymore, but he also knew there was a reason for him to still be here. It took a little time to figure it out, and once he knew, it all fell into place. Things had been left unfinished; business with his family was left unresolved. V had been informed by a kind stranger that the only way to carry on with his business as normal was to duel a man named Yusei.

V felt oddly good about this. There was no chance of loss, and there was no room for it, either. He was going to win against Yusei. All he knew was his name, location, and a description of his appearance, but that was enough. He smirked to himself. It was all he needed to know.

It was dark in Satellite, and it was a little cold outside. That did not matter to V. He knew Yusei would be walking by at any point soon; he had reliable sources. And as his sources predicted, there he was.

"I assume you're Yusei," he said. This was going to be one hell of a duel.

[roleplayaskmemes]

Put a ♪ in my ask box and I'll put my playlist on shuffle and make you a starter based on the next song that plays

[micronforce]

Vas-y mets ta moustache! Enlève ta moustache! Remets ta moustache! Garde ta moustache! Enlève ta moustache!

"My...moustache?" V traced his fingertips over his upper lip. This person was strange. First they were telling him to put on his moustache, then take it off, then put it on, then off again. But V didn't even have a--

Oh. There it was. He could feel it. He made a mental note to shave as soon as possible.

[micronforce]

♒

V disliked a lot of things about his father's new form, and a lot of them were related to past events that he would rather forget. However, there was one thing Tron did not really stop doing, even in current times; he used his current form to act a little more childish than he ought to have been.

Then again, as a middle-aged man re-experiencing youth, V should have expected this to happen. Still, he sort of assumed that after WDC...

After a demand to get ice cream - which V decided to ignore - he sighed heavily. "Act your age, please."

[micronforce]

♒

48 .Those pants make your ass look great.

V did not have much to say to Kaito. This gave him a chance to get a good look at Kaito thanks to the awkward silences. In those moments, V realised just how much Kaito had changed. He hadn't grown much - if at all - but puberty had certainly graced Kaito. It was lovely to see.

But there was one particular feature that really stood out to V. Before, Kaito used to wear looser trousers, and V felt sort of weird focusing on that particular area. As they were both adults, V felt it was okay to take a look. And by God, Kaito's outfit was doing his body so many favours.

"Those pants make your ass look great," he thought aloud to himself before he could catch himself. All colour drained from his face as he realised what he had just said.

No.

[micronforce]

ooc: Happy Birthday!!

!! Thank you very much!

[micronforce]

♒

15. I have to leave the country.

V's bags were packed, and most of his belongings had been boxed, and he was ready to leave Japan. He didn't even know when - or if - he would be back. He had considered disappearing with his family without a trace, but would that have been fair on the people who had cared about him over the years? He owed them at least a goodbye.

He knew he could just catch Yuusei at work before they left for the evening. For most of the day, V remained quiet, up until it reached a certain point where he knew he had to say something.

"Yuusei." V fiddled with the ends of his fingers, searching for the right words. "I have to leave the country."