Oblivion 22

(Sorry for the wait everyone! The RP will be back into full swing starting now! Also, I have decided that it would be best to abandon the wait 3 posts rule as all it seems to be doing is causing the RP to not go anywhere. So, let's get this thing rolling again.) After having grown tired of fishing, our ever so important, yet completely ridiculous, Club President had decided to steal an acoustic guitar from the Music Club room, put on a fake beard and rough up his uniform more than usual as he played a song or two, pretending to be a homeless street performer. "I am the best, none of you can compare~... I'm so awesome, you can't help but stare~... If you see me, playing a tune~... Then you know, that I am a loon~... With my crazy ideas, and you dumbass fools~... I'll solve all your problems, using my god like tools~... If you listen to my song, through and through~... You'll eventually fall for me, that's gotta be true!" Chase smiled to himself as he seemed to be acting like a total idiot again, students dropping loose and random change they had into a scruffy old hat on the floor in front of him. "Thank you, thank you, come back next time where I shall be juggling chainsaws that are on fire!" Chase then stood up and stretched, taking off the fake beard and straightening out his uniform slightly. "Where the hell is Alistair?! That kid agrees to be my damn Vice-President and then doesn't turn up to do my job for me?! Disgraceful!" Chase brushed his shirt down slightly, put all of the spare change into his pocket and put the hat on his head, walking off with the guitar back to the Music Club's Clubroom. After dropping the guitar, Chase seemingly skipped through the halls with the purest intention of causing trouble for young students who needed 'fixing' and could be easily roped into joining his Normal Club. "Now, there's still a little bit of time before class begins. So~ Where should I start? ... Oh! I know!" Minutes later, Chase had once again made his way to the main plaza that connected the different buildings together. Holding up a megaphone, the young teen began shouting into it. "Will Alistair, Vice-President of the Normal Club, actually come down and do Mr. Super-President Chase's work please!! Also, if there are any hot chicks in the area, can you please come closer so that I can get your names, ages, phone numbers, email addresses and direct notes to your dorms!! Thank you, that will be all!!" Chase sat down on a bench, taking out a pair of aviators and wearing them as if he were some kind of 'cool kid'. "And now... We wait."

~Tidus~ Allen kept his gaze on Rachel as she talked about her sister. His expression became slightly saddened after hearing about her loss but he smiled reassuringly as soon as her mood lightened. "I hope I can be of some help to you and the rest of the group." Rachel proceeded to ask Allen if he had known anyone else from the charity event. "Well, I occasionally meet Nicole while wandering around the city and practicing for soccer tournaments. She tends to be slightly overbearing, but I know she's really just trying to be friendly. Other than her, I don't really know anyone else here. If you don't mind, do you think could possibly introduce me to them?" ~Riku~ Flint thanked Eclair as he brought around his and Lukas' drinks. Turning back, Lukas was now confronted by Aeria, the silver-haired teen sipped his drink slowly, trying not to seem suspicious as he came up with a plan to get Lukas out of the precarious situation. "Hey Aeria, it really wasn't Maverick you know. Me and Lukas just got out of school, I was waiting for him to finish his detention." Flint smiled and shrugged convincingly, shaking his head slightly as he flapped his arms in order to persuade Aeria that Lukas had simply been a klutz. "The kid was so excited to get out of school that he landed flat on his face. Oh! I just remembered!" Flint then reached into his wallet and pulled out some money, putting it on the table for Lukas. "This is to pay you back for that thing you mentioned earlier. I have plenty of money to spare, so don't worry about it, okay?" Flint smiled, giving his best friendly wink of reassurance, letting him know that he's got his back. It was then that Flint directed his attention towards Aeria as she pulled down the sleeves of her shirt. "More importantly~... Aeria, if you're having trouble with Maverick again, then I can go and talk to him if you want. Even I can't stand the sight of that guy, so let me and Lukas help you deal with him. You can trust us." ~Vanitas~ Rubbing his head after being knocked to the ground, Maverick groaned as he looked up to see Aron. Noticing that he was being "accused" of stealing, Maverick brushed himself off as he got back to his feet. "Hey old man. I'll have you know that this money was owed to me because Lukas is a little whining loser who doesn't deserve the money he gets. It's only fair that I put it to better use." Yawning, the black haired delinquent put "his" money away safely before picking his skateboard back up. "Anyway Teach, if you're here to try and get me to go back to school, then tough luck. That place was so boring that it made me want to puke. Now, if you don't mind, it's getting late and I have things to do before the sun sets." Laying his skateboard down on the ground, Maverick was about to begin boarding away when he stayed in one place. "Maybe you should begin spreading the word that I'm going to be changing things around this city. After all, this is my city and I'll do whatever the hell I want within it." Maverick then pushed off, leaving Aron in the street. "... I need to find someone who can help me get my true strength back."

Yeah, sorry about the hold up. I'm afraid I've been busy with college over the last couple of days. I should be able to get a post up some time this afternoon.

Gurl~ You damn hot no matter what the weather is~

TT_TT I know...

Meh, I'm not even mad. I had a lot of college work this month, so I couldn't really focus on RPs properly.

0_0 This is how I feel. Every. God. Damn. Day.

*posts via phone for over 90% of my RP posts*

I know what you mean. I've been really busy with college work this month, so I doubt I'll be at the top again this month.

~Tidus~ Allen was a little lost in the moment as Rachel pulled him along. Eventually, the blonde regained his composure and gave a cheerful smile. "Ahh, thank you. Some cookies would be great." Moving to the living area, Allen put his bag down to one side where it would be out of the way before helping himself to a cookie or two. Noticing everyone around, Allen quickly came to the conclusion that this charity meeting was going to include more people than what he had originally anticipated. Looking back at Rachel after hearing her ask about who he was, the soccer player put a hand to his chin in order to decide on where he should begin talking. "Well, I finished school two years ago and since then I've been playing soccer as a semi-professional player. For as long as I can remember, I've always wanted to aim for a goal and shoot with all I've got, so I've practiced everyday so that I could get to be this good. Even my coach says I'm a prodigy." Allen laughed a little, almost feeling uncomfortable for bragging about himself. Allen's expression then became somewhat melancholic as he could barely maintain his natural smile. "But I guess that the real goal I'm shooting for is finding my father. I never knew my father, so I always thought that if I could be seen by as many people as possible, then he'd have a better chance of seeing me. And then, maybe I'd get to finally meet him." After talking about his father, Allen's smile then brightened up into a more cheerful one. "I guess that's why I'm here! So that other kids won't have to live through their childhood without knowing what it's like to have a father." Allen then began to feel slightly embarrassed as he had essentially explained his life story to Rachel. "Well, what do you think of me after listening to my story?" ~Riku~ Flint looked up at Eclair as she approached him, asking him what he would like. Giving a brief smile, the silver haired young man spoke with a calm and soothing voice. "Hello. Can I get two Coke's and one Ice Cream Sundae please?" Thinking about Lukas beforehand, Flint had enough money to spare to get both of them a drink. It was then, not even a full minute after ordering, Lukas walked in and sat in the seat opposite him covered in bruises. "Woah. What happened to you? Are you okay? You look like you fell off your skateboard. That doesn't happen all too often these days... Is everything alright? You look a little depressed as well." Flint's mind began to wrack with ideas for what could be troubling Lukas, when all of a sudden everything made sense. "Hey, if Maverick did this to you, then just tell me, okay? I can put him in his place. He can't keep doing this to you, it's not fair. You can trust me Lukas, really. So let me help."

That was an ingenious play on words.

Alright, sounds good to me.Anyway, Neko, where should Nathan and Asher go after their fight with Eweren? We have the option to either stick together or go our seperate ways. Unless MDS has something else in store for us.

You're dodging the subject now. I wasn't talking about the fact that being good at writing means your good at roleplaying. I was talking about the fact that you were making yourself sound like you were better than the rest of us. Best RP tag team ever!

*sigh* I'm getting tired of arguing... Basically the point I was trying to get at from the beginning, and according to what you have already said here: makes you sounds just a little bit arrogant. You essentially said "Unless you're good at writing, your character can't possibly be better than mine."

I do, that's the thing. You just make it sound a lot more complicated than what it is.

Okay~ Sorry for not living up to your amazingly high expectations.

No, that's not it. It's just that no matter what anyone else comes up with, when it comes to endgame RP characters, you somehow always have the upper hand.

Yeah. Eweren. The only woman in the room. Duh.

Lets face it. Riki just can't avoid making his character overpowered to the point that it's not even funny.

I can imagine Nathan seeing Yuki as just a literal annoyance.

Nathan laughed at Asher's attempt at threatening him, seeing his fiery will as nothing more than a joke. "You honestly think that you even have a slimmer of a chance against me? Don't make me laugh." Nathan's expression returned to it's original deadly stare as he overheard Eweren speak out against him. "Try to kill you? You overestimate yourself woman. Taking care of this brat will not even draw sweat from my brow and when I'm done, I'll be coming for your head." Turning back to Asher, Nathan held his right hand up, the gravity orb above his palm now pulsating. "Like I said Asher... Come at me." Suddenly, Nathan pushed his right arm towards the ground, embedding the gravity orb in the floor beneath his feet. For a brief amount of time, it appeared that Nathan hadn't actually done anything, but it slowly became apparent to Asher that he was unable to stop himself from drawing closer to Nathan. As soon as Asher entered Nathan's range, the red headed teen began pounding his fists against Asher's body, each blow being hit with the force of several tons behind them. Nathan then delivered one final blow to Asher's stomach, which caused him to bend over slightly. Catching Asher on his shoulder, the seemingly evil Nathan whispered into his ear so that Eweren couldn't hear. "You're right. You are worthless to me dead. So if you want to live... Fight with me. If you won't, then stay out of my way." Nathan then let Asher drop to the floor. After clicking his fingers, the gravity orb in which Nathan had pushed into the floor suddenly disappeared, allowing himself and Asher to move freely again. Looking up at Eweren, Nathan's body began to float up slightly until he gracefully landed upside down on the coffee shop's roof. "So, you think that I have to battle my 'inner demons'? I guess that I'll have to inform you that the only demon I have to worry about... Is me." Nathan arched his feet slightly to take a stance against Eweren, getting ready to acquire more power from the being that stood before him.

TT_TT I'm sorry Roxas! Vanitas made me do it!

~Tidus~ Smiling as Nicole welcomed him in, Allen scratched his head slightly as he tried to come up with a reason for he had decided to come to the charity event. "Yeah, uhh, I just kinda figured that I always seem to have so much time on my hands so I thought it would be best if I put myself to good use. So, I'll be helping out from now on." Allen gave another smile, as cheerful as an angel as he made his way inside the apartment. It was then, shortly after he had made his way inside, that he came face to face with Rachel. To say that the girl wasn't visually appealing to Allen would be a lie as he seemed to go slightly red in the face and become more nervous than usual as he reached out to shake her hand. "I-It's nice to meet you Rachel, I'm Allen." Allen looked around the apartment, noticing that it appeared quite cozy in contrast to his own. "Well, I'm pretty new to all of this charity stuff, so if you could just tell me what I need to do, then I'll try to help as best as I can." ~Vanitas~ Yawning as he skated through town, Maverick rubbed his eyes slightly. After looking back in front of him, he found Lukas skating in front of him. A devilish smirk appeared on the dark haired teen's face as he began to speed up by leaning forward. Catching up so that he was right behind Lukas, Maverick smirked as he gave Lukas a little push. This push however would result in the blonde flying off his skateboard due to the speed they were going at. Grinding to a halt in front of Lukas, who was now led on the floor with a few bruises, Maverick smirked and knelt down in front of him. "Hello loser~ How are you doing on this bright and terrible day? Oh what's that? You suddenly remembered that you owe me money? Well gee Lukas, you're such a friend! Let me help you get your wallet out." Patting Lukas' pockets while he was still stunned, Maverick pulled out Lukas' wallet and took 10 dollars from him, tossing the wallet back it his face. "Maybe I'll put this to some good use and by myself a dart gun to shoot you with. Anyway, you should feel grateful that I decided not to give you a beating today. So I'll see you around. Oh, and you might want to refill your wallet, it's looking awfully empty. See ya." And with that, Maverick hopped back onto his skateboard and left, heading around to buy something with the stolen money. "I am so going to spend this on the most useless thing imaginable."

Oh? Okay then, looks like I'll have to give him a reason. Hehehe~...

I guess, but I was referring more to the fact that there is a mutual and equivalent hatred between Nathan and Tristan. Lol. Yeah, I did notice. Le Chef is like one of the nicest guys around! It's still hard to imagine our favourite gourmet specialist as a ruthless killer.