#starter done!

[outofgalars]

@crxdensjustitiam liked for a starter !!

--- Are we really doing this...?

Slade’s been witnessing some of these so-called ‘traditional’ challenges before, though he never actually saw himself doing one off his own initiative. It felt a bit overbearing if not forceful, and in some cases, he could see the challenged party even grunt in displeasure or roll their eyes as they were stopped dead in their tracks by some random stranger coming up to them. Still, this seemed to be the most efficient way to get things going.

And if he was going to make a strong name for himself one day, there was no better way than to start off the basics.

-- “Hey!!” He called out to the sighted girl, approaching quickly and boldly. He’s made up his mind barely a moment after their eyes had locked. “Our eyes met, y’know. You understand what that means, right?” He asked (rhetorically), flashing a grin and picking up one of his Pokeballs.

Hopefully, she got the message.

[unkn0wn-exe]

[/R4LPH/_dogandroses/]

@dogandroses

[_/PR1OR1TY/_/F1ND_PL4C3_T0_H1D3/]

The JS600 never felt scared until she was designated for the scrap heap, her owner said she was defective.  But the fear was muted like a single ripple in a calm pond.  The escape was all too calm and planned with precision, steal a coat to cover her uniform and a beanie to cover her LED.  She slipped out of the maintenance hatch with ease and took a bus, and then another

and another.

Eventually she realised she didn’t know where to go, or what to do.  It was late at night and the android was at a loss.  She’d only ever known the company of other telecoms and communications androids and occasional interactions with other service androids. She couldn’t just wander the streets forever, she needed to hide and lay low till she decided what to do.

She walked around for some time in the cold, there was a motel but that was no good for her,  but with enough wandering she found an abandoned house, old and boarded up.  It sure looked like no one lived here.  The JS600 climbed the chain link fence and cautiously approached the window.  Peering in though the old boards, the dirty window and dust she could see a scribble much like her own.

‘rA9′

Surely it meant this was a good place to go, she might find something important here, a reason or maybe guidance.  She placed her hand on the door knob and turned it slowly, the metal giving a decayed screech.

[ask-corporalkohut]

Guns n' Gears...(@Gearboxlombax)

The arcade had just closed and already, things were beginning to grow hectic.

For some reason, a glitched cybug had broken out from the others, and had managed to escape the beacon..

It was not spotted during the early and mid-hours of patrol, so the soldiers were placed under the false security that all bugs had been vaporized and forced into their programmed reset positions.

..so this random attack had done well to catch the soldiers by surprise..

..even one particularly tall and strong space marine.

He had never been so focused more pumped, as well as stressed, in his entire life!

Endorphins flooded his brain as he barked orders over the din to his fellow soldiers while trying to hold his own.

This has never happened before...

The glitch in the particular AI programming of this bug had caused it to go into some type of egg laying overdrive, and as a result, it was rapidly belting out eggs faster than it walked.

Every few hundred cybugs that would be shot down, a hundred-and-fifty more took their place. The soldiers were drastically outnumbered, and their resources, strength, and willpower were being stretched thin.

Kohut did his best to try and locate the glitched AI, but wasn't able to for long as he had to continue to shoot, kick, and even swat Cybugs out of the way to avoid getting eaten.

It was absolute chaos, and they were quickly being overpowered...

..the only good thing that Kohut could quickly think about, before focusing on another bug that was trying to claw at his face, was that Markowski, somehow, hadn't been killed yet.

The soldier had always been among the first to die, and somehow, but some act of fate, he was still alive.

It was remarkable..

As stated before, he had little time to dwell on this before having to blast away another handful of charging cybugs.

..and soon..the thing he feared most..had happened..

...they were backed into a corner...a sea of angry and ravenous looking cybugs buzzing at them, their pincers clicking hungrily as they surrounded their prey.

"STAY TOGETHER GUYS!! WE CAN STILL GET OUT OF THIS!!"

..but the chances of that were 1 out of 1,000..

He could probably find a way to neutralize a good third of the bugs, giving him a window to get out of the corner and figure something out..

..but he wasn't going to abandon his men...so that wasn't an option..

From the looks of it, they didn't have a chance...

They needed lucky draw of the cards..

They needed a miracle..

[verdxgris]

Closed RP with noctekyuubi//Post-War

Sakura exhaled, and gazed at the memorial stone in front of her. It was ironic how she was standing there with her hands in her pockets, looking at the names engraved on the stone, just like the sensei she often scolded used to do.

Fingers reached out and traced the names. Hatake Kakashi. Maito Gai. Hyuuga Neji. Friends, comrades, precious people...the war had stolen them all. A lone tear slid down her face, and the girl choked back a sob. Losing her sensei and friends left an ache in her heart she was sure time couldn't mend.

She heard a rustling sound, and turned to find a familiar person standing some distance behind her. "N-Naruto?" she whispered loudly. "Is that you?"

[ask-superintendent-art]

AU - Sometimes Karma Bites.

Another student dead. It was the fifteenth one over the past five weeks. Art walked past grieving parents, whom were outside their home. Others were offering them words of comfort but it was obvious by the shocked, grief stricken expressions and blank stares. Nothing was getting through to them. It wasn’t surprising. They had just found their only son dead in his room. No it wasn’t suicide, it was the work of the new serial killer “The Weekend Ripper”. Their name came from the fact they only killed on Friday, Saturday and Sunday. They always targeted students. Three from each year. So far class 1-A, class 2-A, class 3-A, class 1-B and class 2-B had been attacked.

This serial killer was as smart as they were twisted. They left no clues at any of the crime scenes and so far Art’s department had no leads. It was beyond frustrating. Another thing about this particular killer was after they killed their victim they would surgically remove all their organs. Art had come to the sickening conclusion that the killer was eating the organs. He had never had to deal with a cannibalistic murdered and he had really hoped he wouldn’t have to but that hope was shattered now.

The inspector walked up the creaky stairs and made his way to the bedroom where the young teenager was. The victim was laying on their bed, their chest bare apart from the long stitched up wound that reached from underneath their chin to just past their stomach. It was an uncanny sight. Art walked slowly over to the body and examined it closely. He found nothing and no other wounds were present. He didn’t need to ask to know the organs were missing. Only a highly skilled surgeon could pull this off. The stitches were perfect and no novice could pull off three killings a week. His subordinates were searching the room for prints and hints but Art already knew there was none to find. After running some details over with them he left the room with a weary sigh.

This entire case was weighing heavily on him. He needed leads and fast. He couldn’t have another death on his hands. Already fifteen teenagers had fallen victim to this gruesome killer. It was too many and too cruel. They were still only children and now they had no futures. Art rubbed at his eyes. He was exhausted. Lately sleep hadn’t come easy to him, his mind was racing with ideas and theories on the case but nothing of use. Right now he really wanted to go home and cuddle with Nice. As his thoughts wondered to his significant other, he hoped Nice was back from his trip. At least with the other man home he be able to sleep. Nice’s presences usually helped distract him from work. It was the only thing that did.

[the-red-hurricane]

Going against Tradition [ezio-archives]

"Do not touch me." a serious voice said, slapping a hand away. A girl in her early twenties with black hair seemed to be in an argument with another male. She appeared disgusted, and angry. "But why can't I? I'm your fiance, after all." "Something my parents decided. You have a girlfriend, why don't you go see her?" she hissed, stepping back."

"She is not as pretty as my little bird before me.." the man cooed, stroking the side of her face. Well, that was it. A loud slapping sound came from the two, as the girl landed a strong, firm strike to his face, causing him to stumble back. "Why you little-!" he mumbled, looking up to find the girl had disappeared. A small crowd of people has passed, and she followed it, in a surprisingly good way to flee the scene.

'Who knew it would be that easy to be rid of that disgusting excuse for a human being?' the girl thought to herself,  parting from the group and heading off on her own. She wasn't thrilled with her 'fiance', or the fact her parents forced it upon her because she was 'becoming an old maid'.

"I'm only 24. I don't have to get married to someone I don't love..." she mumbled to herself, keeping her head down.