#midnightactual

[multis-sermonibus]

@midnightactual continuing from this.

"That's a rather vulgar way of saying I look tired..."

[the-wild-card-hand]

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"I must admit, I'm a little surprised you'd approach me like this."

[theashen-fox]

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He was visibly dumbstruck by the sight of the rifle (which was frankly doing the weapon an injustice; that motherfucker was a cannon).

“The hell are you planning on hunting with that thing, Adam goddamn Smasher?”

[5urvive]

DAMN, ROGUE, HOW MANY CARS CAN ONE PERSON CRASH ? @midnightactual

" as many as one person wants. " a less than warm welcome on a more than warn morning afternoon. sunglasses pushed upwards settled in her hairline, gaze narrowing as though the question itself were an insult ; the word CRASH was so ... violent. an exaggeration, really, given that the car now safely parked in her assigned space was almost exactly as it had been the night before. still, rogue would admit to having paid less than full attention on her way in, just as she would admit that her car ( which, again looked almost exactly like it always had ) had seen better days. " is this a preview of what i have to look forward to for the rest of the day? baseless questions and a lack of personal boundaries? lucky me. "

[vere-flores]

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Sitting underneath the tree, Flora has her sketchbook propped up on her knees as she watches the woman getting ready to perform in the park. Other people started to form around her, a small audience eager to see what she had in mind. This was unusual to see, after all. Plus, the clothes she wore were quite dramatic and theatrical. That was precisely why Flora had something she wanted to ask.

Putting the sketchbook down beside her, she pushes herself up off the ground and dusts herself off for a moment. She was nervous to say anything, usually choosing to take inspiration from people rather than draw a stranger detail for detail, but she couldn't pass up this opportunity when she had it. Approaching the woman, she calls out to catch her attention.

"U-Um, h-hey! I-I have a question before you start your performance... c-can I... draw you, please?" She points back to the place she was just sitting under the shade of the tree, the notebook closed, and the pencil laid on its cover.

[flame-forged]

@midnightactual said: "Are you getting enough enrichment? Do you need anything new? Exposure to modern weaponry? A crippling addiction to cheesecake or pie? Vicarious satisfaction of world domination through boardgames?"

Ah. Finally someone who understood what she wanted out of life. Nobunaga's curiosity for everything new and different from the world she understood was no secret to anyone who knew her; but she couldn't think of anyone else who'd adapted so quickly to it.

"Ha! I'd say you sound like my mother - but she wasn't nearly half as cool as you are!"

Even as she was torn away from the world she'd come to know in chaldea, she found it hard to be in low spirits when Yourichi was around. ( Was this the 'uplifting' effect her wife had told her she'd had on people? If so, that really did make her an amazing leader! Nice to be on the other side of it, for once!)

As much as she'd already had everything so could ask for so far- Nobunaga was the greedy sort. Her desire to learn was endless, as was her capacity to come up with new things to do.

"Actually! There is one thing I've been wondering about!" She claps her hands togethers as she speaks, as if having a sudden realization "How has the music evolved through the years? I've been seeing these posters about 'rock concerts' and 'jazz festivals' with instruments I've never seen before...has this been an international movement or just in Japan?"

[green-x-reaper]

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"Untz, untz, untz, untz, untz..."

"Sound of my head after a night out of drinking. You can leave the rave but the rave never leaves you."

[abevyofmuses]

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Zahra 'Abla, Fatin Tasnim, and Shahd Tabassum were out exploring the Omniverse again. The girls had just arrived in this new world -- more specifically, on the stretch of ocean known as the Grand Line -- and were currently exploring a summer island.

The island itself was mostly populated by people -- there was a series of towns taking up the eastern and middle parts of the island -- but the western side was more remote. Out of curiosity, the djinn decided to explore the western side, dressed in hiking shorts and sleeveless shirts with sports bras -- Zahra's outfit was red, Fatin's was blue, and Shahd's was dark green.

"Now," Zahra asked Fatin and Shahd, "you know what to do if we run into trouble we can't easily get out of, right girls?"

"Yup," Fatin confirmed, "We vanish into puffs of smoke and pop back up in town."

"Should we teleport to an alleyway?" Shahd asked, "Something tells me bad things would happen if we just poofed into the town square."

"I dunno," Fatin snickered, "I think it'd be pretty funny to startle people by doing that, maybe get a pratfall out of it."

"Wait a minute, Fatin," Zahra chastised her, "Shahd's right; we don't know how the town would react if the three of us suddenly appeared in front of everyone in town. They could panic and call the authorities, for all we know."

"...Ah. Point made."

"We should come up with a specific location to appear in. Like an alleyway, as Shahd suggested. Maybe--"

Zahra paused when she heard something strange. Something electronic-sounding, like a very, VERY loud synthesizer, way off in the distance. More specifically, it sounded like...

"...Tesla...?" Zahra murmured.

"The alley next to that Tesla guy's house?" Shahd asked, misunderstanding Zahra, "What was his name again? Tesla Dante?"

"No, no, listen," Zahra told Shahd and Fatin. All three girls listened carefully.

Yeah, that sounded a lot like music playing on a Tesla coil!

Their interest piqued, they pressed onward, following the music, until at last, they found its source...