Fandom Murder IV: Eye of the Storm

[Akibahara]

General Rules & Tips​

1.) A fair warning for all: You will be VERY BORED if you don't find someone to interact with, and I'm certain of this. I've ran RP events like this for -years-, and the key to success is character interaction. Therefore, you will need to find a partner, if you don't have one, I'll find one for you.


2.) So no one is ignored, I highly suggest you skim over other people's post. You don't necessarily have to read it all, but look for your character's name! Someone may want to talk to yah.


3.) If you're a traitor, all kills are done via PM -and- after the collaboration of your fellow traitors as to who to kill. In no way are you allowed to tell what your role is to anyone, doing so will result in immediate expulsion from the Murder event. Oh, and one final thing, if you're a traitor: Pray you aren't caught, lest you be subject to the mercy of the players.


4.) If you're not aware, if you're sentenced to die by a traitor via PM... it's an insta-death! But don't fret! Once you die, there's an “afterlife” game, whose plot will be told once the first player death occurs, and eventually, you'll find your way back to the players!


5.) I can guarantee you the first day will be absolute CHAOS. Why? People will be writing prologues, trying to find partners, etc. So, like #2, try to find a partner ASAP, keep calm, and try to skim through everyone's post, searching for your name. Eventually, as the Murder game continues on, it'll come at a steady pace... well, maybe not, there are +40 people.


6.) There will be moments where I ask players NOT to post; this is usually before large updates or mid-round updates. Please comply!


7. )Please, -please-, no godmodding.


8.) As much as I'm overjoyed (I really mean it!) with everyone's participation in my Murder event, please try to be active. You don't have to dedicate hours on in to this game, it literally lasts a -month-, so you're in it for the long-run. If you can post once a day, that's perfectly fine... but, of course, the more posts, the merrier!

Welcome to our very first “Murder” roleplaying event! Originally, the title 'Murder' started from a Garry's Mod gamemode, since then I've advanced it into a full-fledged roleplaying game involving characters from many different mediums and universes.

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ROLES:​

Murder is traditional-- the object of the game is for the players to vote out the Traitors before they eliminate everyone. There will be a total of three to four traitors per Murder event, which lasts approximately a month or shorter, depending on how fast the players discover all traitors involved. All games are structured and coordinated by a non-player host or pair of hosts.


The Host: The Game Master has ultimate discretion over Murder's rules, how it is intended to be played, and where the course of the story goes. All correspondence regarding roles is to be done through the host via Private Message, and any questions regarding the game itself should be done the same way. There will also be a Murder Discussion Thread to field group discussions, but within a game, it's always best to speak to the host personally.


The Traitors: Three people among the group have been chosen in secret to work as a team and eliminate the other players. Each round, the Traitors will choose a target for elimination along with a method that is Private Messaged to the host. The Traitors win Murder if all other players are eliminated.


Everyone Else: If the player do not have a role, they simply must stay alive and vote out the Traitors. All players, including ones with roles, can cast a single vote to banish a suspected Traitor per round, and if necessary, change that vote once per round. Best of luck!

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STRATEGIES & TACTICS:​

The Traitors collectively choose to kill one player every round. All other players' only responsibility is to attempt to vote out (or 'banish') who they think is a Traitor every round. Anonymity is the greatest power Traitors have... exposing them could spell their doom in the next round!


A player character MUST vote 2 out of every 3 rounds. A player may also change their vote once per round. If any player fails to meet this requirement of gameplay, their character is eliminated for 'inactivity'.


It is important that players do not communicate outside of the game regarding voting choices, innocence and guilt, kill choices, and any and all things related to the strategic element of the Game. Obviously, with the nature of the Private Messages and extra-RPNation means of communication, hosts cannot enforce this. The Honor Code has served us well with very scarce incidences, and everyone can play honestly. Remember, it's just a game! The only rewards given out are for good roleplaying and having fun, not winning. Offenders, if caught, will be completely and irrevocably removed from Murder.

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IC INTRODUCTION FROM HERE:

Please, if you haven't listened to it, play the Syd Matters song, "To All Of You". The RP intro is somewhat synced to it. Link here.

((A soft acoustic guitar, accompanied by the lulling tune of maracas fades in))

A small picturesque seaside town in Oregon, not far from Portland, comes into view. The afternoon sun shines down warmly from the bright blue sky. A mixture of orange and yellow Fall leaves gently pushed by the October wind dots the landscape as we cut to--

((The scene pans over… as a wave of drum percussions and kalimba join the tune))

Picture -- a high school. A small fountain centered on the main campus, is filled with sparkling water which illuminates scores of students against it’s reflection. Some are scared, clutching their textbooks to prepare for their first day back at school. Others, the more popular students, relax on the campus’ grassy lawn, texting or catching up with their fellow classmates.

To all of you…

A quiet, shy teenager, sporting a white dress shirt and black jacket, carries an of English literature textbook with a Bible nestled underneath. She looks up at a bird chirping in it’s nest with tired, broken eyes.

American girls…

A trio of girls, each adjacent to a female sporting a black-sweater and short dirty-blonde hair, gossip near the campus’ entrance. Their eyes fixate on a cellphone screen chuckling as the tired, broken teenager passes by them.

It’s sad to…

The quiet, shy teenager hunches over, quickening her pace as tears silently stream down her eyes.

Imagine a world without you.

Inside a dimly lit dress room, an attractive hazel eyed girl adorned with an Indian feather earring on her left ear dresses up for a play.

American girls, I’d like to…

Clad in a pink t-shirt, the word ‘JANE’ embroidered in white next to an image of a deer, a girl bent over, snapping an image of a squirrel with a Polaroid camera. The woodland creature paused momentarily, as if surveying the area, before scurrying up into a nearby tree.

((The music begins to die down))

In the distance, a man dressed in civilian clothing, sat in the front seat of a black SUV, eyes fixed on the girl who began shaking the Polaroid image of a squirrel, his face expressionless.

His hand moved against his right ear, clicking the Bluetooth headset which flashed a dim blue:

Be part of the word around you.

“Command, 4635 has been located.”

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PROLOGUE

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Welcome to Arcadia Bay.​

It’s been two weeks. You remember traveling to Arcadia Bay—either by car, a multidimensional rift, or hell, maybe by foot—but that didn't matter. You stood up and found yourself standing next to the Two Whales Diner, a popular local diner known for their “homestyle cooking” and “old-fashioned service”. A flashing yellow on blue neon sign lit up the early morning. Stepping through the door, you’re met by a little over half a dozen patrons, mostly old fishermen preparing for their day’s work, as a rock n’ roll tune played on an old jukebox.

The crackles of an oven cooking eggs, a pair of diner patrons bitching about the Prescott Family’s latest ordeal to fuck over the town, and the scent of bacon filled the air.

A female waitress, late 40s, sporting a white skirt and dark blue dress shirt with the name tag ‘Joyce’ inscribed on the side, smiled at you.

“Welcome to Two Wales Diner, hon. How can I help you?”​

The fresh aroma of coffee and wondrous sound of sizzling bacon on the grill and even the sight of perfectly round pancakes makes your senses tingle as you take a seat. It may the soft red and white seat of a booth or the somewhat harder barstool in front of the counter. The laminated paper sheet of a menu in front of you contains a wide variety of items, mostly consisting of all-American homestyle cooking such as burgers and fries, along with other favorites such as milkshakes and floats. After spending several seconds or several minutes deciding, you make your choice.

As you relay your order to the waitress, you have a look around. The diner already seems to be rather filled, with a number of patrons wearing odd costumes as well. You decide to brush it off. It is October, after all. Maybe these people are just celebrating an early Halloween. As you take a second look around the place, you seem to recognize a few patrons, or maybe you don't. Maybe you spot an old acquaintance of yours sipping from a root beer float, maybe an old nemesis nibbling on some fries, or hell, maybe even someone you long thought dead reading the news over a steaming mug of fresh coffee. Perhaps you'd like go over over and say hi, or maybe punch them in the face and call them an asshole.

But before you can, however, the chime of the morning news blaring over the TV catches your attention.

“... And this just in: The emergency broadcast system has issued a coastal storm warning for Arcadia Bay and surrounding counties beginning at 8pm. Please remain indoors and have a battery operated radio for updates on the situation as it progresses.”​

Better get ready.
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Between now and 1 PM MST Sunday afternoon is the prologue period. Feel free to post your character prologue. If you complete your prologue or opt not to post one, feel free to engage in character interaction!

ROUND ONE will begin tomorrow this Sunday @ 1 PM MST... as well as a little exploration I've got set up for anyone interested and the choose-your-own-adventure aspect of this Murder game!

Cast List:
Rhysie - Handsome Jack (Borderlands)
Professor Spacecakes - Toshinori "All Might" Yagi (My Hero Academia)
Username - Max Ludwig (OC)
Jeremiah - Agent 8 (Splatoon)
Zerulu - Elise Fuser (OC)
Storm-Shadow14 - Kinara Kaal (OC)
Zamasu - Sakura Kasugano (Street Fighter)
ghxstfreak - (Placeholder)
GinkyGotBack - Master Shake (Aqua Teen Hunger Force)
doggodaily - Connor (Detroit: Become Human)
LunarDiscord - Celeste Seshafi Ikari (OC)
darkred - Colonel Mael Radec (Killzone)
Corrosion - Nathaniel Renko (Singularity)
FactionGuerrilla - Kessler (Placeholder)
Noivian - Max Caulfield (Life is Strange)
thatguyinthestore - Chloe Price (Life is Strange)
Caffeine Freak - Touka Kirishima (Tokyo Ghoul)
Maxiliase - Tony Montana (Scarface)
Macarons in Pastel - Garry (Ib)
June Verles - The Joker (DC Universe)
DapperDogman - Gregory House (House)
T The Man With No Name - Joseph Joestar (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure)
Goldie - Vernita "Copperhead" Green (Kill Bill)
Sayo-Nara - Yuri (Doki Doki Literature Club)
Neptunes_Goddess - Megumin (Kono Subarashii Sekai ni Shukufuku wo!)
Stormcloak - Red Hood (DC)
Aegis - Leon Kennedy (Resident Evil)
Sleek - The Heavy (Team Fortress 2)
Spireshade - The Jester (Darkest Dungeon)
Centurion_ - Nagayuki Tsumita (Juuni Taisen: Zodiac War)
e_ighth - Takeyasu Tsumita (Juuni Taisen: Zodiac War)
MLP_Phoenix - Lanaya (OC)
LunarDiscord - Claire Redfield (Resident Evil)
RAVEN THE DESTROYER - Ghirahim (Legend of Zelda: Skyward Sword)
KandiPoP - Pandora Kokoro (OC)
Ineptitude - Mey-Rin (Black Butler)
Nenma Takashi - Lilian Ashfallen (OC)
kirimei - Babydoll (Suckerpunch)
DerpyCarp as Vaati (Legend of Zelda)
RageOfInfinity as Barry Allen (DC Universe)

Eliminated:
None.

Table of Contents:

Prologue
Murder IV: Eye of the Storm

Round One
Murder IV: Eye of the Storm

Round Two
Murder IV: Eye of the Storm

Round Three
Murder IV: Eye of the Storm

Round Four
Murder IV: Eye of the Storm
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[Professor Spacecakes]

Toshinori "All Might" Yagi

Prelude

All Might let out an exhausted sigh as he opened the door to his hotel room and made his way inside. He loved being able to come back to visit America again, but his ageing, broken body didn’t handle those fifteen-hour flights so well anymore. Then there was the taxi ride from the airport to this middle-of-nowhere town…

In a way, he understood why Principal Nezu would send him all the way out here for his mandated vacation. The whole point was to let him rest and relax for a few weeks in a place where no one would know who he was. The whole world knew who All Might was, they knew the Symbol of Peace. Toshinori Yagi, on the other hand… Well, the aftermath of his fight with All For One hadn’t been widely broadcast outside of Japan. Not many out here in this podunk Oregonian town would recognize his sickly true form as that of the famous Pro Hero.

He stifled a cough with his hand before making his way over to where his luggage was left on the bed. He was eager to get changed out of his traveling clothes, perhaps grab a quick shower before heading out to explore a bit of the town. Once he opened up his suitcase, however, he was nearly blinded by the bright colors contained within. He let out a groan, running his hands down his gaunt face. Oh, he remembered now… He hadn’t been allowed to pack his own bags. The Principal had mentioned sending his fellow teachers out to buy him clothes that fit him properly in his true form now that he was stuck in it for good.

Clearly Present Mic had been one of the ones sent out to get him clothes, if the collection of garish Hawaiian shirts were anything to go by. Those things were as loud as the DJ himself. Needless to say, he wouldn’t be wearing any of those. He dug past them to find an alternative, pulling out the first non-neon object he came across. He barely registered the sheen of black latex before he let out a yelp of shock and dropped the garment as though it were a live tarantula, stumbling backward until his back pressed against the far wall. Oh no… They sent Midnight to shop for him, too?! Just what kind of vacation did she think he was going on?! Then again, he couldn’t help but wonder at the sort of vacations that someone known as the “X-Rated Hero” would go on… And immediately regretted having such a vivid imagination. Well, at least that explained why the TSA agents gave him such weird looks when he went to pick up his luggage. Oh God, he’d never be able to show his face at Portland International Airport ever again…

With a considerable amount of trepidation, he went searching through his bag once more. Finally, he pulled out a plain black button-up shirt. He let out a sigh of relief. Oh, thank God, they managed to bring Aizawa along! He seriously owed that man a few beers when he got back home.

He made quick work of a shower before getting dressed and heading out to wander down the sidewalk. He’d spotted a diner on his way into town. They probably wouldn’t have tea, but he could settle for a coffee. Maybe it would help him clear his jetlag, if nothing else.

As he entered the Two Whales Diner, the first thing that hit him was the smell of sizzling bacon. God, what he would give to be able to eat real food again…

“Welcome to Two Whales Diner, hon. How can I help you?”

All Might – no, he wasn’t All Might here… Toshinori glanced down when he heard the waitress address him, watching as she greeted him with a friendly smile. He smiled back.

“Just coffee for me, thanks,” he replied softly before making his way to an empty booth. He didn’t bother even looking at the menu. Smelling all the food was bad enough without having to see exactly what he was missing out on. He glanced around, but the odd appearance of some of the other patrons didn’t seem to faze him. That was the norm where he was from, after all.

Not long after the waitress came to pour him his cup of coffee, a news broadcast caught his attention. It seemed to be a severe weather alert of some sort. A typhoon? No, they called them hurricanes here, didn’t they? Either way, this side of the country didn’t tend to get storms like that. Even back when he was in college down in California, he couldn’t remember a single one hitting the west coast. Well, whatever it was, it had the local authorities spooked enough to issue an emergency warning. Perhaps he should go bunker down in his hotel room to ride the storm out? So much for a nice beach-side vacation…​

 

[KandiPoP]

Pandora looked around to gauge the other patrons reaction to the news. She figured if no one seemed to take it seriously she might not need to fret the bad weather. That would afford her more time to find lodging or at least someone to ride out the weather with. She looked down at the glass of crisp clean tap water in front of her. Her reflection stared back at her, familiar but alien to her. The same crystal bluebelle eyes met hers, a lovely pink sundress dipped into a low v over her full chest, the off the shoulder cut allowing her long cotton candy coloured tresses to rest comfortably on her bare shoulders. Her nails, perfectly manicured in pink and blue polish to match her vibrant hair tapped at the glass. She couldn't do much with the contents. She required sugar. And soon, her energy was running low. She would need to find someone before her careful disguise began to fall apart.

She took another wary look around the diner. Perhaps and lovely miss or mister were in need of a friend or romantic companion.

 

[thatguyinthestore]

Collab with Noivian

Stepping off the bus, Max stepped her way up to the diner, spotting her friend
smoking on the railing.

“Hey, Chloe," Max greeted, fiddling with her camera bag. This shot, with the sun in the background silhouetting Chloe and illuminating her cigarette smoke, would be beautiful. Finally deciding that she'd justify taking a shot without permission by entering it into the contest for class, Max knelt down and took out the camera Chloe had given her, framing and taking the shot in quick succession.

Standing up again, Max caught the polaroid that the camera spit out, shook it a few times, and set it into the camera bag with her camera. "Sorry about that. The composition was too good to pass up. Mind if I join you out here?" she asked, wanting to move to lean on the rail next to Chloe but holding for permission first, since she had already acted out of turn already.

Chloe couldn’t help but stretch a small smile as she saw her best friend exit the yellow bus and quickly tug out that vintage camera she seemed to love so much. She was happy that Max liked it so much, though. With all the shit that had happened in her life up until this point, it made Chloe all the more happy that at least someone still gave a shit.​

“You’re such a fuckin’ dork...” Chloe said with a genuine smile (which was rare for her these days) as she slowly shook her head and and moved over slightly, offering Max a place beside her against the steel black railing, the punk patting the area beside her as she used her other hand to take a quick drag of the cigarette, making sure to blow the smoke in the opposite direction of Max as she approached.

The aforementioned dork took up the spot on the railing, watching the way the sunlight played with the smoke and the steam curling off the back of the diner from food being cooked. Her attention is broken, however, by the flashing warning of news on the TV screen just inside the diner. Kicking off the rail, Max pushes open the diner door to poke her head in and listen.

"Coastal storm..?" she echoes, eyebrows knitting in concern. Like that dream... But, there's no way one that large could happen so suddenly, right? ...Right? Max looks back to Chloe, concern showing on her face. "We should probably bunk down somewhere..." Her first preference is the lighthouse, if her suspicion is correct. If not, perhaps the diner would suffice.

Chloe rolled her eyes slightly as Max pressed her head inside the diner and observed the television set before lightly taking her by the wrist and pulling her outside the diner.

“It’s probably just a small thunderstorm. Arcadia Bay never has shit going on so the news is probably gonna blow the hell outta whatever fuckin’ story they manage to get.” Chloe replied in an attempt to calm her friend down. Then, All Might passed the two and entered the diner, prompting Chloe to peek back inside through the window for a moment and then looking back to Max. “If anything, I’d be more concerned about these colossal freaks that’ve been popping up recently. Some of ‘em look like they came straight outta a fuckin’ anime or a videogame or something...” Chloe commented as she yet another drag from her cigarette.​

Max remained silent after that, only nodding in response and rubbing her right arm slightly as she worriedly stared off into the sky. Chloe stood out there with her, of course, remaining with her friend outside while everyone else entered the diner.

Akibahara Noivian Professor Spacecakes​

 

[Rhysie]

Handsome Jack
A new page… a new beginning, that would seem like something for a corporate megalomaniac as his main purpose now was to escape from the people back in one hell of a planet called Pandora which was caused by difficult circumstances, somehow he got to Arcadia Bay by Hyperion's space transport from Helios all the way to the city in like a few minutes time "Woooohoooo, kiddos. Jeez". Hours later , The man who was wearing a face mask found himself walking right by some sort of 80’s type of restaurant based on the outsides of it. “Two Whales Diner” was the name, its sign had this neon-ish style which was lit, which was normal for places like this back in the day.
The masked man known as Handsome Jack stepped through the restaurant’s door, taking a seat on one of the stools right as an old-fashioned Jukebox was playing some good rock-n-roll music and a waitress that seemed to be on her late 40s, wearing a white skirt and a dark-blue shirt with a name tag reached to Jack’s side


“Welcome to Two Whales Diner, hon. How can I help you?” the waitress asked, in which the psychopathic corporate replied with “Just get me whatever’s good. I am not in a good mood” as he didn’t try to lay a hand on to strangulate her. Jack then took a good look at his surroundings as he waited for something, there was no one he could recognize from his workplace or the shithole of a planet he comes from apart from someone with some weirdly-styled hair. Then he brushed off a bit of what was left of dust on his jacket caused by the winds and then something on the Television and to Jack’s surprise; it was some sort of news article which could be boring to him but decided to pay attention anyway.
A damn weather alert for the whole zone.. Nice... what can be worse than some sort of fucking tsunami hitting wherever he is.


"Great... Now what? Ehh screw it, if a hurricane hits me then good for me. We're all going to die anyway" thought the murderer as he face-palmed before trying to even imagine how his big-ass space station is without him, just like the planet he was very much overseeing with a weird doctrine​

 

[DapperDogman]

Doctor House had hoped to find a better spot to stop and pick up gas on his road trip, but the bike had brought him here for some reason. Clearly, it wasn't the people, there were hardly any around. The smell of the sea gently drifted on the wind as he glanced toward the coastline. His knee ached sharply as he furrowed his brows slightly. Must be the weather. Shifts in pressure caused joints to act up all the time, especially in the elderly or handicapped. Gently digging into his pocket he took out his pills and popped a few into his mouth, wondering if perhaps he could find a place to refill up his Vicodin somewhere in the town. There'd have to be a pharmacy around.

He rolls his eyes and slips his cane off the back of his bike, walking his way towards the diner he'd parked in front of as he pushes the door open gently, stopping as he turns around and leans on the railing. It wasn't long before spotting the girl with the blue hair. Very unique. He feels himself mentally rolling his eyes as he walks over, tapping her shoulder with his cane gently as he manages a small smile "So, Personality. I take it you're the wild one in the town? You know where I can buy some Vicodin off a college kid, right?" he asks, quirking a brow as he leans on his cane calmly, his tone already rather blunt.

thatguyinthestore Noivian Akibahara​

 

[Aegis]

"This doesn't seem right..." Leon belted out as he found himself within eye-shot of the Two Whales Diner. The red of the breaking news announcement snatching his attention away from the street of a town unfamiliar to him in every aspect. He was on a train earlier, but he had blacked out and now he found himself on the outskirts here.

After an amount of time wandering forward throughout the city he soon found himself stumbling upon a strange diner. He clenched his wounded shoulder as he had hidden his bandages under his uniform as to not alert the townsfolk. He saw all different types of people wandering in all different stretches of the diner, and in a weak stumble his feet beckon him to the door of the diner. He hung his head low in a drowsy, sleep-deprived state and made his way towards a booth.

He slips his back down along the back of the seat and sinks into the booth. Leon grabs a menu, and looks it up and down. Wonder if I can get any apple pie? He instead settles for a coffee as he only has a few bucks crumpled in his pocket. "Coffee, please!" Leon tries his best to calm his nerves before he cracks a smile at the waitress. He needs to find Claire and Sherry. Where did they go?

 

[MLP_Phoenix]

(cont. to my character introduction, READ THAT FIRST!)
After staying in Arcadia some time, Lanaya decided that she should spend the money she stole, so she made her way down into the town, on the way to buy groceries the amazing smell of fresh bacon caught her nose. She followed it, her nose leading her into a Diner. Upon entering her senses were blasted, the smells of coffee, bacon and eggs hitting her nostrils, the warm air bruising her skin, she sat down and looked at the menu, then waited for the waitress to come by, then checked her pockets for the few dollars she had, a 5 dollar note and some change, amounting to $7.60, she looked back onto the menu and ordered the bacon and eggs and a hot chocolate, sitting down, putting her hands arroudn the hot chocolate, warming them as she paid and took a sip.... oh what a heavenly taste! she sighed slowly and began slowly eating, her tummy grumbling loudly as she looked arround the diner, pulling her hood up further and clamping her Cocoa, she felt out of place... none of these people were like her, she took her old mp3 player and selected a new song "Cobalt - Enzalla" started playing, soothing her as she finished her food and just sat there, nipping at her cocoa, packed in a thick black hoodie in the allready warm diner, she hummed softly and looked up at the screen, the broadcast beginning.

she simply sighed and thought of the Barn... built out of thick sturdy wood. it would easily survive the storm. but that means she would have to stack up on food.. cant shop or steal while the storm is in. she took a pencil and started writing supplies down on a napkin.
-canned beans
-sodapop
-water
she sat and ticked the pencil against her chin, thinking

 

[Aegis]

Leon watches as the waitress walks over to him with some fresh hot java. He smiles and as he reaches into his pocket as he feels it empty. He thought he had a few dollars... "One second," Leon assured her calmly "just have to find the right pocket." He sinks his hand into his left pocket. Empty again. "Today just isn't my day." Leon sighed as his eyes drifted across the diner to a scrawny blond man.

(This looks like a job for a pro-hero. Professor Spacecakes )

 

[Centurion_]

• Nagayuki Tsumita
• Information/Inventory

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  Parking their rented SUV in a nearby alley, the two brothers emerge into the streets of Arcadia Bay. Identical gym bags slung over their shoulders the duo begin to walk up the street, admiring the sights and the simplicity of the town. Since the brothers had recently finished a contract, this was their break before they would have to go on another murder spree. They had seen many cities, towns, hotels, villas and mansions but the simplicity and the normalcy of the town was a fresh sight for the thieves.
  "Small town. Looks like this is gonna be a peaceful break for once, bro." Nagayuki says, looking around the town and taking in the environment.
  
  Continuing their walk, Nagayuki would take his time admiring the town. There was little to be of value that could take his attention, hopefully this lack of jewelry would calm his brother and have him calm his competitive side. The two were always competing, Takeyasu would always challenge his brother to 'competitions'; most of which involved killing the most people or stealing the most money and or valuable item. Nagayuki would naturally accept these challenges to entertain his brother, he enjoyed seeing him active and happy however he felt as though he'd enjoy a peaceful retreat to relax with his brother.
  
  He adjusted the position of the gym bag he wore, it contained his combat equipment and a shitload of money and equipment. Whilst his brother also had to share the same load on his back he yearned for a comfort break, a drink and a chance to go to the bathroom. Conveniently Nagayuki noticed the diner across the road and smirked as his prayers were answered. Nudging his brother he looks left and right before crossing the road.
  "Hey, let's get something to munch. That road-trip left no time for the toilet." The elder brother suggests, crossing the road ahead of his brother.
  
  
  e_ighth​
  
  
  
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  Status:
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  Healthy: At this current moment, Nagayuki is perfectly fine.
  
  
  Current Equipment:
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  "Yuki-Onna":
  Nagayuki's signature weapon is the ice-thrower called "Yuki-Onna" which literally translates to "Snow Woman". It uses liquid-nitrogen as fuel, which compliments his brother's Flamethrower. He always carries it around with him when he goes on a combat mission.
  
  
  
  Current Abilities:
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  Heaven's Holding (CHOSEN ABILITY):
  An ability that lets him manipulate his own gravity. Allowing him to levitate off the ground and fly up to high altitudes. This gives Nagayuki Tsumita's an advantage among others, letting him spectate situations from above, giving him time to plan his next move or to remain hidden. This also means that he can jump and quickly push himself through the air in several directions, allowing him to quickly navigate the landscape.
  
  
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[Stormcloak]

"This will do" Jason thinks to himself as he put his motorcycle to a near stop and tucks into the Two Whales parking lot. He dislodges himself off the bike and zips up his jacket to hide his vest. He reaches into a satchel strapped to the bike and takes of his helmet and stuffs it into the bag. Jason walks through the front door, Immediately smelling syrup and cooking Bacon he thinks to himself "I guess taking a break wasn't such a bad idea". He walks over to an empty stool by the counter. A lady walks up and asks what he would like. "A Triple stack of pancakes would be great thanks".

A few minutes go by and Jason starts to look around. He didn't recognize anybody but he started to try and memorize the faces of those who stuck out. Before Jason knew it a large plate of pancakes was in front of him covered in syrupy greatness

While Jason was devouring his Pancakes he overheard the TV saying "The emergency broadcast system has issued a coastal storm warning for Arcadia Bay and surrounding counties beginning at 8pm. Please remain indoors and have a battery operated radio for updates on the situation as it progresses ". "Well shit" Jason thought to himself.

 

[Noivian]

Seeing the strange man walking up to Chloe and asking her about buying drugs, Max shifted nervously, uncertain what she should do in this situation. Tapping Chloe on the arm, "Going to the bathroom..." Max stated, implying that if Chloe so wished, she could join her and step out of the situation. She doubted this man was dumb enough to not catch on, her eyes watching him with some mix of apprehension, guilt, and a sense of tension. She didn't know how he would react, and half expected Chloe to pick a fight. Her right hand gripped the crook of her elbow tighter, prepared to rewind if need be. Perhaps this would work out, she kept telling herself. Perhaps she wouldn't need to use her power. She stepped away anyways, heading to the bathroom like she said.

thatguyinthestore DapperDogman

 

[doggodaily]

PROLOGUE

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It was raining, and the clouds were very grey, as the illumination from the sun was clouded. The sounds of running and splashing echoed throughout the alleyway, as grunting was also heard. Connor was dashing through the alleyway, dashing at full speed as the rain made his brown hair darker, around the same color as his eyes. He had a battle born expression on his face as he continued to dash through the alleyway. Soon in his field of vision came a man, or android, dashing away from Connor. He wore a large brown coat with some common jeans and boots, his baseball cap almost off his head. The man, or presumed deviant came to a stop, grasping the alleyway dumpster as he was about to slam it infront of Connor. The deviant hunter knelt down, as he rammed the deviant in the legs. The deviants legs buckled, as he tumbled over into the wet and dirty alleyway floor.

Connor spun over as he removed the 9mm from his pocket, he aimed forth at the androids head. "My mission is to capture you and send you to CyberLife, however if you act upon me I will not hesitate to neutralize you." The gun was trained directly on the fellow androids head. "No, I just want to be free! My owner...he..." The android was speaking, until cut off by Connor. "You will be interrogated, stand up and come with me." Connor ordered, staring sternly at the fellow android. The deviant complied with Connor and stood up, however, the android reached its hand in its coat and lifted a rusty switchblade out. Connor placed his finger on the trigger, about to fire until stabbed in the side, as Connor fell he pulled the trigger, slamming through one of the deviants main components, as the android immediately shut down, falling atop of Connor.

"SHUTTING DOWN IN 10...9...8." Was seen in Connors perspective, as he yelped out. However, before the countdown happened he blacked out, as he then awoke. He stood up tall, no seen wounds against him. Connor stared forth, "Two Whales Diner..?" Connor stared around, gazing upon the town as he was confused. Connor immediately walked inside of the diner, a stern look on his face as he gazed along, seeing the row of customers and a select odd few. He then looks to the woman, "I'm sent by CyberLife, and I'm here to investigate, I'm on the Deviant case, do not interfere." Connor continued in the main dining room, looking around. Connor continued over to the man that looked to what he thought was a police officer. He was presented in his CyberLife suit, light brown hair with darker brown eyes. He had an odd circular and blue LED light near his temple, he clearly didn't seem human. "I'm Connor, the android sent by CyberLife, you look like an officer, and I wish to ask some questions." He looked to the "officer" with brownish hair in front of him with a genuine look.

Interaction: Aegis

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[MLP_Phoenix]

Leon watches as the waitress walks over to him with some fresh hot java. He smiles and as he reaches into his pocket as he feels it empty. He thought he had a few dollars... "One second," Leon assured her calmly "just have to find the right pocket." He sinks his hand into his left pocket. Empty again. "Today just isn't my day." Leon sighed as his eyes drifted across the diner to a scrawny blond man.

(This looks like a job for a pro-hero. Professor Spacecakes )

gets up and leaves the diner, the armored dude's purse safely stored behind my ear in the back of my hoodie, folded open so it doesnt buldge the thick fabric, as i exit i exhale and completly normally walk over and out, before starting a quick sprint out of diner sight, running towards the old mill

 

[Zerulu]

Elise had just completed her training with the Arcadia Bay PD, it wasn’t to hard and wasn’t anything out of the wild, just the basics, even though she did sprain her ankle slightly in the tire run. Once she was done she went back to the lockers, quickly getting changed into some casual clothes but keeping her pistol and badge. “Bye!” She turned, joyfulled saying bye to her comrades as she limped out of the PD, graced by the outside world once again. She decided to go for a walk to take in the view of Arcadia Bay, since she did get here she hasn’t really had a chance to take in the view.

Walking down the streets she noticed a diner she hasn’t seen the likes of before, before going inside She leaned against the front of the diner, lighting up a cigarette she had taken from Australia, as she was puffing on the smoke she thought of her time back in Australia and how much she’d rather be there with her mates. But her thinking was broken when she spotted a certain fellow, there were a lot of strange faces in the town but this guy was different, he had seemed to be dressed up in some millitary get up from the Great War. Elise would glare at him, dropping her cigarette and stomping it out with her boot, she would wait for the soldier poking guy to come closer before he spoke up, that’s if he did come closer.


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[thatguyinthestore]

Chloe quickly turned to face the doctor as she felt the cane press against her shoulder rather suddenly. “Huh?” She asked before staring down at the middle aged man who just interrupted her “smoke break”. Uh oh, pedo alert was her first thought as House began to speak to her.

Apparently, this grade-a creep wanted some painkillers. Now, Chloe of course had her own stash of opioids back at home, but she certainly wasn’t about to share any with what she thought was some weird morph between Step-Ass and Principal Whales.

“I dunno, old timer,” Chloe began. “Those things are bad for your heart. Wouldn’t want a sweet grandpa like you dropping dead at his grandson’s football game, would we?” She asked, tilting her head to the side a bit, trying to look innocent (as innocent as she could, of course.) Though, to avoid this asshole staying in her site longer than he had to, she sighed pointed to a sketchy looking RV parked right beside the diner with her thumb.

“If you really gotta know, a dude named Frank lives in that RV over there. He’ll hook you up.” She said as she gave the man a pat on the shoulder. “...just don’t tell him I’m here if he asks.” She said, sounding slightly worried with that last sentence.

Though, before she could continue this lovely conversation, Max informed her that she had to use the bathroom. However, Chloe knew that she was lying (being best friends for your entire fucking life would do that), so Chloe figured that this was an easy out just in case the creep still didn’t budge.

Needless to say, Chloe followed Max into the bathroom with a small nod without much thought.

DapperDogman Noivian Akibahara​

 

[Akibahara]

Seeing the strange man walking up to Chloe and asking her about buying drugs, Max shifted nervously, uncertain what she should do in this situation. Tapping Chloe on the arm, "Going to the bathroom..." Max stated, implying that if Chloe so wished, she could join her and step out of the situation. She doubted this man was dumb enough to not catch on, her eyes watching him with some mix of apprehension, guilt, and a sense of tension. She didn't know how he would react, and half expected Chloe to pick a fight. Her right hand gripped the crook of her elbow tighter, prepared to rewind if need be. Perhaps this would work out, she kept telling herself. Perhaps she wouldn't need to use her power. She stepped away anyways, heading to the bathroom like she said.

thatguyinthestore DapperDogman

You walk into [the restroom]. It's mid-sized, dinky and dirty. The walls are plastered with graffiti marked with a black felt-pen marker, most notably 'Victoria Chase is a slut', 'I'll suk ur dik 4 $1. call me @ 342-246-1235' is evident on the third stall, and a... what the fuck is that? A "卐", except it was drawn in someone's shit. It's brown, old, and falling off the wall. Who could it be? Ugh. Do you decide to look around the bathroom? Y/N?

If so, you can open:

A.) The first bathroom door.

B.) The second bathroom door.

C.) Touch the shit swastika. Mmmm...

thatguyinthestore Noivian

 

[Aegis]

"You mind paying for a man's coffee? I'll answer whatever you like afterward." Leon was fighting off the agitated stare of the waitress while trying to present a somewhat hospitable look at this "human" in front of him.

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[Professor Spacecakes]

Toshinori "All Might" Yagi

As he quietly observed the steady flow of customers entering the diner, he couldn’t help but notice one man in particular stumbling in. He looked tired, and the way he clutched at his shoulder… Toshinori’s brow furrowed. Was he injured?

He kept to himself for a while, pulling out his phone and pretending to look over some messages as he kept the young man in his peripheral. He listened as he ordered a coffee, then as he dug in his pockets to find that he didn’t have the money. The retired hero let out a small sigh, unable to help himself as he picked up his coffee mug and headed over to Leon’s table.

“Here, I’ll take care of his bill. You can bring him something to eat as well, if it’s not too much trouble,” Toshinori interjected, bowing his head slightly in apology as he offered the waitress a black credit card. One benefit of having been Japan’s #1 Pro Hero was that he was left with more money than he knew what to do with. A coffee and some food was nothing to him. Besides, this fellow looked like he needed it.

“Sorry if I’m being a little nosey. You seem like you’ve had a rough day,” he said with a gentle smile once the waitress left to get the food he’d ordered. He then gestured to the seat across from Leon. “Would you mind at all if I joined you?”

( Aegis )​

 

[Stormcloak]

Jason quickly scarfs down his meal and looks around. "I should probably find some acquaintances while im here" Jason thinks to himself. He looks around again. He sees a strange man in a suit and tie walk up to who he presumes to be a police officer. "That seems above my pay grade" He Thinks as Jason's gaze goes to the other side of the diner. He sees a Woman in a nice pink dress. "Lets give this a try" Jason thinks as he goes and asks if he can sit with her

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[Noivian]

Ugh, yuck. That's hella messed up. Max didn't even want to take a picture of that literal shit-stain. With a hardly disguised look of disgust, Max checked the [A] first bathroom stall, assessing the dirtiness of the stall. Truth be told, given how much crazy crap she had gone through today, Max could really use some time to have another meltdown in the bathroom. Or maybe actually relieve herself in the bathroom. Or throw up. One of those.

 

[Corrosion]

KATORGA-12, 2010

"This is it. This is where we set history right again." Doctor Viktor Barisov stated, standing in front of the swirling mass of orange energy. "Use the TMD on the Singularity to open a rift to 1955, then destroy the reactor with the E-99 Bomb. Once the Singularity is destroyed, the truth of history will be restored." He gestured to the Singularity. "Go on now, captain, and good work."

Captain Nathaniel Renko, sole survivor of a US special forces group sent to investigate a massive surge of electromagnetic energy from the forgotten Soviet-era island of Katorga-12 and the man who had unwittingly altered the timeline by saving a certain scientist after getting caught in an explosion that sent him back to 1955, glanced upwards towards the spiraling column of energy that sprouted into a circling mass of darkened clouds up above. Staring at it for a moment longer, he turned to Barisov and nodded, before wordlessly stepping towards the reactor.

Once there, he closed his eyes, silently recalling how he got this far. He recounted the events of the past day. The crash, him going back in time and changing history, fighting through hordes of mutants and Soviet soldiers alike, and travelling through time multiple times.

Had it truly only been a single day? It felt like forever since his arrival.

Opening his eyes with renewed vigour, he activated the Time Manipulation Device on his left arm. The device had been constructed by Doctor Barisov. Powered by the mystical element known as E-99, it had the ability to alter an object's time state. It was said that whoever hold the TMD, controls the world. It was the Hand of God.

And now, Renko had a job to do.

He stuck his arm out towards the reactor and activated the TMD, the device glowing a fierce blue. Instantly, a white beam of energy that spiralled and snaked around shot from his palm and connected to the centre of the reactor.

The effects were immediate. A translucent field suddenly covered the machine as the Singularity began to glow an intense white as a massive amount of wind was generated.

And then, all of a sudden, it exploded into a blinding flash.

=====☭ =====​

SINGULARITY LABS, KATORGA-12
NOVEMBER 12TH, 1955

Renko reappeared in the same place, fifty years in the past. The area was different this time, with the whole room being intact along with the reactor. The Soviet Hammer and Sickle covered the room. He took out the E-99 Bomb he had retrieved from the Pearl.

"What was that?" A scientist behind the captain asked.

"There's someone in the chamber!" A second shouted, alarmed.

Renko did not turn as he carefully placed the spherical device onto the cooker.

"That's impossible... you're right!"

Renko took his hands off. The bomb began to beep faster and faster.

"Quick, open the doors! We have to get him out of there!"

He took a step back.

"No, stop! He's got a bomb!"

Panels on the bomb unfolded, revealing a miniature sun contained within it. The area around it glowed orange as energy swirled around it.

"E-99 Bomb!"

It began to whine as the glow intensified.

"EVERYONE OUT!"

A second later, it detonated. Renko raised his arms to shield his face as the flash of white light sent him back.

=====☭ =====​

Renko stumbled slightly as he found himself back on the platform in 2010. Yet oddly enough, nothing seemed to have changed. The facility looked as destroyed as it always had been, and the reactor was still on, bathing the room in a shade of orange. Confused, he glanced around, trying to know why.

His eyes widened when he heard a similar deep chuckle coming from behind him. Renko spun around to see Chancellor Nikolai Demichev holding a kneeling Barisov at gunpoint. Renko had saved the man years ago after getting caught in a time shift, back when he was the head researcher. Saving him meant that Renko had unwittingly changed the course of history and allowed Demichev to take over the world with the use of Katorga-12's E-99. He balled his hands into fists.

"Have fun on your trip down memory lane, captain?" Demichev asked. "You look surprised. All that effort to destroy the Singularity when all I had to do was simply rebuild it." He took a step forwards and stuck his hand out. "Now, give me the TMD."

"Don't, Renko!" Barisov cried. "We're missing something, but we can figure it out! We can still set things right—"

He was silenced by Demichev whipping him in the face with the barrel of his gun.

"Only the victors rewrite the history books." The chancellor growled. He turned to Renko and raised his gun. "And you... lost!"

Renko, however, was faster. He pulled out his own Centurion and pulled the trigger. It his Demichev in the shoulder, knocking him to the ground.

"Only the victors rewrite the history books..." Muttered Barisov, suddenly realising something. "That's it!" He cried as his eyes lit up and he shakily got to his feet. "The Singularity is not the problem, you went back in time and saved Demichev from dying in the burning building, remember?"

Renko nodded. When he went back to the present after saving Demichev, everything had changed. The facility looked even more worse for wear, and the statues and monuments of Stalin and Lenin had been replaced by that of Demichev.

"He's what you changed! He's what you have to change back! You cannot let Demichev live."

Demichev coughed. "It won't work." He groaned. "You've already tried that... and failed." He sat up. "Don't you remember who else was there, Captain Renko?"

The captain remembered. All the chronolight writings he had uncovered during his journey. He didn't know who was responsible for writing them, however.

What if this is supposed to happen?

He started it all

Mir-12 is wrong

We've tried already

Barisov has it wrong

He is coming

He suddenly realised. He remembered. When he had Demichev on his back and when he was walked down a burning hallway, he heard someone yelling his name, someone in front of him, behind the burning wall.

"Renko, stop! Don't let Demichev live!"

"That other man... was you." Demichev revealed, almost like he had known all along.

"He's right, captain!" Barisov cried. "You are the anomaly! Which means the only way to correct the timeline is for you to stop yourself!"

"You mean kill himself?" Demichev asked, incredulous. "You're asking a man to sacrifice himself for something you've been mistaken about how many times now? I'm not sure you are a reliable authority, Barisov."

"Renko, don't listen to him!" Pleaded Barisov. "You can save the world."

"So you say." Demichev remarked dryly. "But captain, think about what you were before all of this, thrown in the hive." He slowly got to his feet, clutching his bullet wound. "I can offer you a whole other life. Things you can only imagine, at your fingertips. Give me the TMD, and help rule the world."

"Is this a world you want to be part of, Renko?" Barisov asked. "Look around you! Look at all this suffering this man has caused!"

"No visionary leader is without his critics." Demichev said dismissively.

"Renko, he is not a leader!" Barisov cried. "He's a mass murderer! A dictator! You must stop him at all costs! Use the TMD on the Singularity, travel back in time, and kill yourself!"

"That sounds like an attractive offer." Demichev chuckled humourlessly. "Or, you can prove your loyalty to me by killing Barisov, and I will grant you unlimited power."

He stood up straight. "Make your choice, captain."

Renko glanced at his gun, then back at the two. Right now, he was torn in between. What if the messages were right? What if another version of himself had killed his past self and made the world even worse? What if Barisov wasn't what he seemed? What if he himself was wrong. He couldn't even trust himself. He raised his gun and made his choice.

With a single trigger pull, Demichev fell to the floor, a hole in between his eyes.

"My god, he's dead." Barisov muttered in awe. He turned to Renko. "Captain, you just killed the most powerful man in the world!" He glanced at the body and shook his head. "This changes nothing. To correct history, you must go back in time and stop yourself from saving Demichev in the burning building.

Renko nodded. He knew what he had to do. Turning back the the reactor, he once again charged up his TMD and activated it.

=====☭ =====
​

He found himself back in the burning hallway, the same place an alternate version of himself had been. He looked around, seeing that he was trapped here.

Not like he was going to make it out, anyway.

The door to the hallway was kicked open in front of him, and he saw him. A past version of himself carrying the form of Demichev on his back.

It was almost surreal, really. To see himself doing the exact same things and exact same actions as he did before. Renko was mesmerised for a second, until he realised what he was supposed to be doing.

He raised his gun, took aim, and fired.

The other Renko collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

The living Renko stood frozen. He'd just killed himself. He watched himself die.

He felt a burning pain in his chest, the same place he'd shot himself. Groaning, he collapsed to the floor. And yet he was smiling, even as the life faded from his body and his vision turned to white.

=====☭ =====
​

Captain Renko awoke with a start, shooting upright. He blinked several times and looked around, his senses suddenly getting assaulted by the sights and smells of a diner. He blinked. As he looked around him to regain his bearings, he noticed that he was sitting at a booth, a table with a menu and sauces in front of him. There were other patrons in the diner, a jukebox playing some tunes from the sixties or seventies, and a news reporter was droning on and on on the TV in the corner.

He allowed that to set in.

Then he began to laugh. He wasn't dead, even after shooting his past self. Or maybe he was. Maybe this was purgatory or some shit. He really didn't care. He was just so fucking happy to get away from Katorga-12.

Or maybe the whole thing had been a dream.

However, his heart skipped a beat when he noticed he still had the TMD attached to his left arm. Looking at his arms, he noted that he was still in his uniform as well. Even his trusty Volk S4 shotgun are AR9 Valkyrie were sitting next to him. He stared at them, not noticing a presence next to him.

"Welcome to Two Whales Diner, hon. How can I help you?"

Renko jumped and spun around to see a waitress there. He found it kind of ironic that he hadn't been taking by surprise by any mutant (except that one time with the camera), and yet here he was, spooked by a normal waitress.

"Huh? What?" He stuttered.

"Can I get anything for you?" The waitress repeated.

Renko blinked. "Oh, uh, coffee." He muttered, looking back up. "Yeah, coffee."

With that, the waitress smiled and walked away, leaving Renko to sigh and turn to the window, gazing out towards the coasts and lapping waves.

 

[GinkyGotBack]

Master Shake



It had been ten years since Frylock's teleporter had brought me to the town of Arcadia. Well, it might've been a few days actually, I lost track of time. It felt like years anyway, since I first found himself lost in the forests of the sleepy little town. You know what, I think it may have been a month. It's kind of hard to tell how long it's been when you're lost in the woods without a cell phone. See, if I had a cellphone this wouldn't have been a problem. I could've just pulled up the maps app and followed it back to town, but Frylock said I wasn't allowed a cell phone anymore. Not even a freaking blackberry. Not after what I did to those kids.

Anyway, after a hundred years of blindly exploring the woods of uh... Uh... Damn it, where the hell am I again? What is this Kansas? It can't be Kansas, they don't have trees in Kansas. Maybe I was in some park in New York or something like that. That would explain why I hadn't run into anyone yet. No one ever goes for walks in the park in New York. Makes you wonder why they would ever build those damn things in the first place. Seems like a waste of taxpayer's dollars, MY TAXPAYER'S DOLLARS, TO BUILD A FREAKING PARK THAT NOBODY GOES TO!

So, when I finally escaped from the park, I tried to take a taxi back into town. Really hard to hail a taxi when you've got no freaking thumbs. Not that anyone stopped for me anyway. Those racist Indian drivers took one look at me and drove off, leaving a cloud of disgusting smog in my face. Maybe I'll go to their country and do what they do, AND I WON'T GIVE ANY OF THEM A FRICKIN' RIDE!

Left without a ride, I was forced to walk all the way back to civilization, which completely ruined the soles of my yeezys by the way. When I walked past a crappy looking diner, I had realized that I hadn't eaten a thing since I got teleported. That was pretty impressive considering I was trapped in that green Hell for about a century. With an empty stomach and a pebble in my shoe, I waltzed into the diner with nothing but a smile and a couple of claw marks from some raccoons on my face.

"Hey, everybody! How's it going?"

I approached the diner and attempted to take a seat on one of the stools. After a good two or three attempts, I realized it wasn't happening, so I just stood at the bar like an animal. "What kind of friggin' seats are these? How the hell is a guy like me supposed to sit on this? I'm not some monkey that can just climb and sit wherever he pleases! I'm only human!"

Giving the stool a nice kick, I turned my attention back to the hideous waitress, who seemed absolutely shocked to be in the presence of such a fine specimen.

"Listen, honey, as much as I would despise having sex with you, I'd be more than willing to. Especially if you can get me a bucket of fries. And don't you dare put too much salt on those fries! If I see so much as a single grain of salt that shouldn't be there, I will file a complaint with the health department, and have this place burned to the ground! And I don't want any vinegar, either! I'd rather not have my fries smelling like a hockey player's crotch, thank you very much."​

 

[e_ighth]

As Takeyasu's older brother Nagayuki took the chance to go on ahead of him, even if only slightly. His competitive nature subconsciously took a hold of him, making him speed up just enough to barely overtake him. "Sounds like a good idea brother, I'd also like a snack after that tedious ride." The brothers continued to tread towards the diner as Takeyasu began to wonder about what he'd like eat. Since the trip left a bitter taste in his mouth he thought a sweet treat would be appropriate. "Hey brother, I'm thinking a plate of pancakes with some syrup on top would be just right. What do you think?" He asked curiously as they came closer and closer to the diner.

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[DapperDogman]

"I know. I'm a doctor. Heavy opiate use can increase the risk and severity of atrial fibrillation. Or A-Fib" he rolls his eyes as he gestures to his leg slightly, before turning to Max, who looked slightly shaken. "Don't worry, Vicodin is for pain, the one you're worried I'm after is Viagra. That's the one that makes you pop a stiffy" he says, giving her a slight smirk as he turns his attention away, looking to the trailer. That hardly seemed fishy at all...What kind of college kid sold Vicodin out of a trailer?

He rolls his eyes and starts walking his way over toward the trailer slightly "What kid goes by Frank?" he asks, sighing gently through his nose as he approaches, clutching his cane tightly. He finally gets there and bangs his cane on the window of the RV's door gently.

Noivian thatguyinthestore Akibahara​