satirekind:

toradorable:

satirekind:

Ugh what a bad time to break

We were at Mondo and Ishimaru’s engagement party and everyone was a bit drunk and Gundam and Celes were totally gonna do the do

I was the Hinata who came up with good ideas

“Mortal.. You dare imply that I would hook up with that transient wench?”

Heck yeah I dare

“—To make such a claim is.. Ludicrous! Beyond a simple misstep!”

satirekind:

Ugh what a bad time to break

We were at Mondo and Ishimaru’s engagement party and everyone was a bit drunk and Gundam and Celes were totally gonna do the do

I was the Hinata who came up with good ideas

“Mortal.. You dare imply that I would hook up with that transient wench?”

_{outofpersonas; Uhh.. OOC Stuff below the break? It’s kinda long.. So.. Read at your own pace.}

sword-of-doom:

_{Although her ass would be the last thing she would want herself or anyone else —- certainly not Ragna the Bloodedge— to be thinking about, Kusanagi couldn’t help but chuckle humorlessly at his threat.}

_{“You don’t understand. It’s not as if I stole this body, I took what was rightfully mine. I am Noel Vermillion’s true form. But, as you’ve likely noticed, we’re very, very different,” she added, her tone taking a more ominous turn.}

_{“—Rightfully yours? The only thing that is should be rightfully coming to you is an ass-kicking  Oh great Godslayer.. I’m tellin’ you right now if you have plans of stickin’ around, Be ready for them to be dashed quicker than you can go on about your ‘directive’ or some other shit..”}

_{[/ She was fucking laughing at him, What a piece of shit. It wasn’t funny, He had lost one of his ‘friends’ to this thing.. And it was seriously irking him.. His hand tightened around his weapon in case she was feeling feisty. ]}

ladyofrose:

“And I assure you, Ragna, that those drapes are far more expensive than anything you will ever own in your sad excuse of an existence.” Rachel said, glaring back at the individual. He wasn’t intimidating in the least bit, so he was wasting his time glaring at her. 

“Many people see as the innocent little girl that I am. It’s you, the grown man, talking to me that people will see, not my age.”

_{“It’s not like material shit brings anyone happiness anyways, so your attempt to bust my balls aint quite working, got it? The only sad thing about my existence is that it has you in it.”}

_{[/ He replied as quickly and sharply as it had come to be expected of him, not sparing her feelings in the slightest.. She was a major pain in the ass, after all. Though, he did admire a few traits about her.. Mostly that she was someone who was obviously on HIS SIDE. That was a godsend with the amount of mercenaries and soldiers he had on his ass like flies to honey. ]}

_{“Yeah— And if people learned to stop poking their fucking noses in my business it really wouldn’t matter, now would it?”}

enoshimajunkoo:

Junko had to take a moment to think about what he just said. Did he just compliment him? Not to mention outright contradicted himself. Her expression was one of surprise, though it mellowed out into a smile. She decided not to point out the fact that he went from calling her a “dumb Gyaru” to a “smart girl.”

“…Yeah.” She said after smiling to herself for a bit. “It’s pretty busy. I’m poster girl for Gyaru mags, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t do other sectors too! Lolita, hime, punk, street, Harajuku- whatever they throw at me. It takes a bit to transition between styles, but I’m pretty good at making myself appear differently!” Of course she was, she wouldn’t be able to control her multiple personalities otherwise. Had she not been taken up for modeling, Junko would have done quite well in the acting industry. 

“I’ve gotten a break outta it though. Ahhhhh, I’m pretty happy to just be back and do normal stuff for a change! Mhm. There’s nothing quite like home. This school is really my only stable home anyways.” She said this as if there was nothing much to it, and for her it really wasn’t. She stopped caring about such matters such as “a real home” a while ago. 

As they continued to walk down the street together, Junko thought a bit about herself. She had been doing a good job settling down her other personalities… even though this one was her most natural one. She changed… and she was aware of it. Perhaps despair and success weren’t the only things stuck in her mind. These thoughts stirred around until she realized that they had stopped at a fast-food place. Those bright blue eyes of her’s lit up- it’s been too long since she had a nice, average burger. None of that stuff was actually allowed when modeling, due to its unhealthy content. Fuck that. She was going to sink her nails into a bun anyways.

Leon got himself some fries, which he ate as she scarfed down her burger. It was crazy how quickly she could eat. She would tear into her food, chew it down, then after a few bites she would pat a napkin to her lips and act just as poised as she normally was. Her own fries were quickly decreasing too. Even though her attention was mainly on the deliciously greasy piece of meat in her burger, she looked up occasionally to get a look at his face. After taking her napkin to her face again and reapplying her gloss, she rest her arm on the table and placed her chin on her hand. “Hey, you thinkin’ ‘bout something there Kuwata?” 

_{“Mm— I’m thinking how this isn’t really that bad honestly.. Sittin’ here with you.”} 

_{[/ He was pretty honest about what he was currently thinking about, his mind thinking of things other than being indignant to his lunch guest.. Or partner, however one would look at it. He scratched his chin for a few seconds, not out of contemplation but simply to satiate the urge that his body forced upon him to do something about it. He stared into her cold blue hues for a moment, his similarly shaded colors in lock with hers for a moment as she glanced at his face. His tongue slid across the bottom part of his lip to wet it, blinking a few times as he was caught in this stare..} 

_{Tickle him interested, his ears light up at the thought that she could be a punk girl.. Maybe she’d want to be part of his band or something, as the thought hits him, he sticks a french fry (or more correctly, 14 at once) into his mouth and he chows down with little regard for how polite his food scarfing could be to any outside lookers-on. He also had with him, two double stacked hamburgers in the cheap mass-produced boxes that were most likely recycled quite a few times. The cheap perforated folds could easily be seen along the box as he opened one with a ringed digit, grabbing the burger hungrily and moving it up to his face. He ripped into it like a predator might into his pray, savoring the flavor mixed with the grease that game from the microwave-reheated cheap burger. A thin smile crept upon his now-greasy lips as he enjoying the experience of eating like this.. It was good. He placed it back down carelessly into the box, making it jump slightly as the sandwich collided with it. ]}

_{“—So yhu chuld be pretty punk if yhu want?”}

_{[/ He says with a mouth full of food, chewing slowly and taking a fleeting moment or two to think about how awesome of that.. Junko in a choker, damn that would be hot.. He can just picture it now, the thin lines of her sternum coming up to the black leather which sat over her curvaceous form.. If his mouth was not already watering from the food he had ordered and was currently eating, it probably would have started to. His grip on the bun tightened slightly as he took another chomp out of the food, chewing with his mouth closed (thankfully for her) but still opening it to talk while he ate. Bite after bite, the food started to disappear, the bun being placed into his mouth as he chewed. Greedy fingers grabbed for french fries, dipping into the reddish ketchup hue that was quite similar to his period blood spiked hair. ]}

kniti:

Chess Club - Four o’clock - Room 4E - All skill levels are welcome. The letters, having been thrown across a number of sheets of recycled copy paper, presented themselves in none other than the curly jumble that was Celestia Ludenberg’s highly recognizable, barely legible cursive sprawl.

The ink was a lush red, the colour of a juvenile sheep’s blood or the velvet hair bows which donned the head of one young gambler on special occasions. Anyone who saw the poster would recognize its owner within seconds, which may have very well been the girl’s greatest downfall. No, not a lack of mere interest, but one of tact.

- / -

Though the faintly cracked window allowed in rather a pleasant breeze, Celestia Ludenberg presently felt very far from content. In front of her sat a perfectly organized chess board, complete with laser-cut ivory pieces and a glossy veneer finish. It was a beautiful specimen, the girl thought, as far as chess boards were concerned. She had probably never felt such overwhelming respect for an inanimate object. And — if there was one thing Celes was stingier with than her poker face, it was her respect. The girl wondered why, even in the company of something like this, she was still feeling so sour. 

Having figured that using such a fine piece would make the club a very tempting location for any of her peers to spend an otherwise uneventful Thursday afternoon, she hadn’t really given it a second thought. 

Unfortunately for the gambler, all of the precise nonsense was really nothing more than a false front; a distraction. She had taped up the notice at the beginning of the year, and although the initial interest had been noteworthy, over the past couple of months had her diminutive chess club had grown more and more barren. Today the girl sat in complete solitude, save for the quiet whistle of the early winter air gliding in through the crack in the window.

Celestia muttered something indignant under her breath, flicking one of the white pawns onto its side. “You’d have been useless, anyway,” she told it frankly, her voice lofty despite the fact that she was, indeed, talking to a piece of stone. The notion had escaped her… The girl was preoccupied with other, more dire matters than her mental stability.

_{[/ The letters sat in front of his narrowing eyes, looking like something out of an ancient Egyptian structure to him.. Hieroglyphs.. Essentially.. Chess Club - Four o’clock - Room 4E - All skill levels are welcome. The words clicked back and forth in his ever moving consciousness, trying to find some infinitesimal amount of meaning from them.. What could it mean? He really could not wrap his mind around this puzzle that had been put forth.. It belonged to the upper classman.. Celestia.. Something.. A R? An L? Rudenberk? No.. It was.. Ludenberg.. Yes. Celestia Ludenberg.. That means.. It had to be some sort of intellectuals gambit of hers to weed out of the ineffectual students from her club.. Or something petty like that. It had to be along those lines, Right?}

_{He is pulled back from his own thoughts, staring around the quite empty school.. It was long over with, everyone already home and minds long removed from school life.. Besides this one person.. Holding a mop with a dingy head which dragged slightly behind him making a wet trail unlike a slugs.. And that’s what he considered himself, a slug in a world of great men and women.. A useless mollusk that ought to be crushed under someones boot if it brought the tiniest smirk to their lips. ]}

_{What is this.. An invitation? Perhaps this person needs some hope! I should probably go check that out.. If I am worthy of their company..}

[/ _{His feet start to move long before his brain picked up where he was being taken, an unconscious need to help people drawing him ever closer to the room in question. Room 4E. All much closer to the meeting that was about to occur between two strange beings.. Probably pretty close in that off white skin tone and perhaps in more than that.. Only time would tell the outcome of this random interaction however. ]}

_{“Excuse me—”}

[/ _{He opened the door to the room, peeking in slightly.. Shaggy white locks all too apparent in telling the gambler who this was.. Underclassman Komaeda Nagito, The strange boy who never really went to a class but instead became a ‘teachers aid’.. Regardless of his school job.. He was pretty noticeable as being the annoying kid that felt the intrusive need to talk to every single person he came across and greet them. He stared down the doll looking girl, looking over her features with curious eyes.. Black eyeliner which accentuated her fierce red orbs.. The light sheen of lipstick would have been noticed if Komaeda was better at seeing makeup.. That’s not where his mind is though.. Only his eyes. His mind is on the reason, why she is here. ]}

_{“I noticed the flier here, And was wondering if I could help spread hope to your club!”}

_{outofpersonas; eugh.. i’ve been playing too much catherine and lollipop chainsaw and i want to add muses from them cry. If I did.. would anyone want to rp}

celtydullahan:

_{Celty paused, her dropped jaw not physically present.} 

_{A… a… A body pillow?} 

_{To say the least, she was confused rather than upset or excited. How was she supposed to feel about this? The best word to use would be ‘confused’.} 

_{“—You simply use it like this!”}

_{[/ He threw off his lab coat, laying with it in the most seductive way he could think of.. One finger touching his lip as he gave a slight pouty face.. He was even wearing a tank top underneath, one strap hanging off like they would in those magazines.. Wow he really had this down. ]}

_{“—Don’t you like your present.. Celty-chan?”}

togamigami:

He was displeased. Was she not going to appreciate him going out of his way to sit down next to her? It mattered not;”To have my goodwill so heartlessly rejected, I have nothing to say except my feelings are gruesomely wounded. How cold and heartless of you, Kirigiri.”

“…Of course not. I wasn’t lying when I said I had no ulterior motives. Aside from extreme lack of anything else interesting.” Casting a sharp glance toward her, he folded his legs neatly and matched her pose, crossing his fingers while propping his chin up on the table. 

_{“—I see now. You converse with other people only when it’s convenient for you, SHSL Heir? How very pragmatic of you. You must be a stalwart champion of company morale.”}

_{[/ Her thinly veiled sarcasm was meant more as a blow to his ego rather than any sort of personal problem she had with him. She was testing his waters and seeing if this conversation is worthwhile. ]}

_{“—I think that the truth of the matter is, I don’t really get a choice in talking to you or not do I? I’m just along for the ride now?”}

_{[/ She finally decides to give him some intellectual wiggle space— Allowing him to stay here without further questioning. She was speaking more than she normally would already, without thinking it through. ]}

underground-demon:

“Did I ask you?”

_{“—The greatest and most interesting things are always the most unexpected, Shizuo-kun!”}

underground-demon:

“I really hate people.”

_{“—That’s pretty negative of you.. Shizuo-kun.”}

celtydullahan:

_{She gave a small smile on her misplaced lips.} 

_{You were saying, dear?}

_{Her mind purred, teasing him.} 

_{“—N-Nothing at all dear.. Nothing at all..”}

_{[/ He cringed fearfully, getting off the floor slowly.. ]}

celtydullahan:

_{I played enough Fallout to know what to do. Here’s what needs to happen, we need to get into a vault and we need to hide out there. Make sure we have weapons for you because you’ll need them. Once everything is destroyed, we go out and look for survivors. If the survivors attempt to kill us then we kill them.} 

_{“—You’ve got it all figured out huh.. Weapons? I don’t think I could ever use a weapon on someone.. W-What? Kill them!? I guess if it’s self-defense.. You really have it figured out huh.. Even more than I did.. Say.. Celty.. What would we do for food? And what if we became the last two people alive? I’d be the last human..”}

_{[/ He wondered how Celty would deal with the whole ‘Shinra being the last man alive and probably having to repopulate the earth with some other woman’ thing. She’d probably not go for that.. not that HE would either. ]}