Jun 12, 2014
hiya i want to request. the rest of the passione gang + sheila e and murolo from jjba. thank u based mods
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hiya i want to request. the rest of the passione gang + sheila e and murolo from jjba. thank u based mods
work it { closed }
Despair, killing... There were so many horrible things on this island, wasn't there? Awful. Disgusting. Injust. But above all of the things that one might describe like this there was something that took the cake. Something that really bugged Miku, constantly on her mind and distracting her from everything else.
She was even sure that it was something that prevented her from going back to her old self. The self she was before death, that is. And now that she sees it again she can't help but to blurt out.
"I-I can't take it anymore. That's... you!" Pointing to Fugo. "Why would you wear that?!"
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Battle intro: Hey swiss cheese, you ready to get the beat down?
Victory: Chopped and sliced! You're nothing but talk!
Defeat: I might've lost, but your fashion sense still SUCKS.
Assist: YOU need my help? C'mon then, be sharp!
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Battle intro: Holes...? Do you like, get weird sunburns?Victory: You got too mad. Come on, I was just trying to help you wear better clothes.Defeat: Aw, no fair. Now you'll keep wearing that....Assist: I don't know if I can help. Your clothes are too distracting.
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Battle intro: What's Narancia gonna say about you picking a fight with me?
— BATTLE START!! —
Victory: Strength truly comes from yourself. Friends and family are merely support. That's why I kicked your ass.
Defeat: A temper rivaling my own..
Assist: We're friends by association, you know.
if your last name is pannacotta does that mean youre made of pudding ✬ fugo
Gooey watched the shore as they sat against the palm tree. In their mouth was the skeleton of a recently eaten fish, flicking along to the movement against their tongue. Because of the sheer size of this school they expected for there to be more murders, or something. Not that it was bad, but it was pretty uneventful. There actually wasn't much to do for them considering they aren't taking any classes whatsoever.
Speaking of murders, they see someone at the corner of their eye. Hey. They've seen that face before. Back at the first trial, being totally emotional over the victim's murder. The one good thing that came out from that was that the cabin felt slightly more quiet and peaceful with the murderer executed.
Anyway, Gooey stared intently at the teen from where they sat, curious to what he was doing. All the while moving around the fish skeleton hanging from their mouth.
"..."
i hate you ....whispers.... homie killer
"Is that so? You know… if you had gone with the rest of the traitorous lot, then perhaps your dear friend’s fate would have been averted… just a little. Your cowardice contributed heavily. The only person you should be hating right now is yourself.”
It takes a genius to spot another. ~Fugo
After arriving, Nash made sure to spend some hours lounging inside his assigned room, brushing aside his roommates' belongings to put various magic tomes and especially rare, platinum-quality haircare products in their place. And, not that he cared, but he was kind enough to put everything in the room in a symmetrical, clean order. He hadn't met his roommates just then, but one thing was certain: anyone who disturbed the perfect order he had set in place would be shocked into submission.
His staff had been confiscated, sure; but he wouldn't be in this island in the first place if his talent were to be limited to using a conductor for his energy. He was an elite, handpicked from the Premier of the Magic Guild of Vane, where only the strongest can even set foot in.
But alas, even the great Nash Rumack of Vane wasn't made of steel -quite the opposite, actually-, and so all of those hours of cleaning and reorganizing a room for three made his body demand that he took a small break; which gave him the idea of wandering around in a private tour of the main hotel building.
The vrunette stretched a little, taking a look around the arcade machines and TVs layting around. He wasn't unfamiliar with technology, being a city boy and all, but he wasn't too keen on entertainment-oriented machines. They intrigued him a little: how do they work? What are they for? Are they that fun to look at?
As he poked the arcade machines, remembering of a time when one certain "rebellious princess" took his beloved Mia Ausa to play some electronic games, a flash of red and white passed beside him; making the boy jump slightly. Looking up, he could see a man seemingly a little older than himself, clad in red, flashy clothes and with a hairstyle as glorious as the one he made sure to sport himself.
Nash hadn't seen anyone like that around at all, and lost a little of the hope he had about the school and its students. But this one... He could tellby the clothes, by the hair, by the almighty stance...
That was most certainly a genius! Like himself!
"H-hey!" He squeaked instinctively, shaking his head and feeling the blood rush to his cheeks. "Who are you? I-I swear I wasn't fooling around and playing games! T-the contraptions just...intrigued me t-that's all!"