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The City and The Coffee Shop
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( I am Joining..Fear me..And my Smut )
Nick, who had been staring at himself in the bathroom mirror for quiet some time, emerged out of the men’s restroom. “Your entertainment has returned! Get your phones everyone!”Nick yelled, his shirt seeming to fly off of him as he held it in his hand, the quiet Cafe now filled with his voice.
He began to pose.
And finally snapped back.
“Um..Hey..”He spoke nervously heading to a side boothe of the Cafe, sliding his shirt back on. -
((I hope none of you mind if I enter.))
SMASH!
The door is almost completely pulled off of its hinges. Behind it, a large, orange-skinned cyborg, with black and white spikey hair, and yellow sunglasses. Despite having broken the door down – Or perhaps due to it – He seemed rather worried. “Umm…I’ll pay for that.” Awkwardly slipping himself through the doorframe, he sets the door near the frame. Looking around, he didn’t see any chairs that looked sturdy enough for him.
“Tager, did you break down ANOTHER door?!” A voice called, from a radio unit Tager had installed. This voice was feminine, but definitely cranky.
“Kokonoe, you should know it was an accident.” Tager sighed.
“Sector Seven’s not paying for this one. You’ll have to pay for it yourself. By the way, if this place has donuts, you should know I like the chocolate creme ones.” With that, the voice cut off, ending the radio transmission.
Tager sighed, looking once more for a chair that might support him…But found none. So, he headed to an empty table, moved a couple tables over, and sat down on the floor. He fit…Somewhat well.
((For those unfamiliar with BlazBlue, Tager is 7’10.5″ tall, and weighs just over 1200 pounds. This makes for a stupid amount of strength.))
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As soon as that weird guy pulled at the edge of his shirt, Stitch smacked a hand over my eyes. continuing to be at ease, I don’t even question him. Stitch sighs and removes his hand once it was safe, and I go on innocently surveying the room with my big, cerulean eyes. Suddenly a loud crash causes Stitch to squeak and edge closer to me. I blink in surprise, but seeing the causer of the crash was quite docile, I relax and pat Stitch’s head. “Stop clinging to me, you look weird. Remember, most people can’t see me.” I say quietly to him. He was getting a few stares from around the room, the patched-up kid hugging and talking to air. He blushes and lets go of me, and some of the stares ease.
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“Well, well” Cecil remarked, looking at the broken door as he stepped through the new hole in the wall. He’d seen the odd scene from across the street when he was walking to his car and decided to go see what was going on, after all, odd was his speciality. He reached up batted at the bell above the shattered doorframe before going over to the counter. “What’s your special today?” He asked the guy behind the register, forcing him to look up from his phone. Kids these days and their technology. Cecil remembered when he was a teenager, they had to speak to people face to face. Or face to blank visage, if you were talking to most of the basketball team.
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Ignoring the door splintering to pieces next to her, Jane sits down next to L, “Shucks! I would love that! Oh boy, what to get?” She pulls out her TiaraTop ((CRAZY NASTY)), “I should ask my good buddy RoLal, she’s been here before.” Jane lifts her hands to her head and begins to message her best friend for life, but before she can send the message a red glow engulfs her entire body, “Hoo, hoo, hoo.” Hre voice turns into an evil whisper as she turns into Crocker Tier ((Please look it up if you don’t know what some of this stuff means.))
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The devil male continues to watch the scene unfold.
He puts on an expression of worry as soon as the giant professor busts through the door, rending the metal barriers totally unusable. “A-ah, scary.”
Then, he watches the young child transform, fully aware of the ominous, crimson aura pulsing from her body. “Wait, what? I haven’t even done anything yet. That’s nuts.”
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((Jane, remember the one rule here? Nice sane people? Crocker tier seems to break both of those conditions in canon. Please don’t do anything violent, That would be unfriendly))
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((not to mention awesome, but that’s for another RP area. XD))
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((Yeah, I see your point there. OK NEW RULE, AND THIS ONE IS NONNEGOTIABLE:))
Violent characters are allowed, but if you kill someone, you must either change to a new character or leave the group.
((Please check the group description for the new guidelines, they’re there to protect you))
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The teal-blooded legislator watched from a distance.”W3ll,w3ll, wh4t do w3 h4v3 h3r3? >:?” She says to herself as the scene unfolds. Redglare grinned. “1 sm3ll r3d, w1th 4 h1nt of b4tt3rw1tch!”
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L looked surprised as the girl started glowing and laughing. That was entirely unexpected, he felt a little chagrined at having misjudged her as innocent. “Are you alright?” He said dubiously, standing up in case he had to run for it.
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Stitch cringes, somehow he had expected something along these lines. Anyone as innocent and carefree as that surely had some sort of secret… Aside from me. To him, I could do no wrong.
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Redglare stood up, and took out her dragon cane. She could practically see the aroma of red radiating from Jane. She knew she cannot bring herself to kill the girl… but then, Jane wasn’t very innocent either. So, Neophyte reluctantly sheathed her cane, and started thinking. Perhaps the other people can help!
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With a few more magical looking sparkles my wings appear again, and I grin. Hooray! I could fly again! Stitch pokes a sparkle, and it disappears. Neither of us really knew why my wings did that, but hey! Am I going to complain over getting wings? No way!
My shoulders shudder, and with my Soul Perception I make out the person who was exuding such a dark Soul Wavelength. It was that girl from earlier, but she seemed much different. Stitch edges away, since his weapon, Carla, wasn’t here at the moment. He could use Soul Force in a pinch, like his father, but that was very limited…
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The troll’s head turned toward the blue haired girl. She smelled… sparkles? Everything was a jumble of unfamiliar aroma and scents. Neophyte thought that she couldn’t take it any longer. She decided that it was best to stay out of the situation, and just observe from a distance.