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Post by Delta Ivey on Sept 3, 2019 21:02:05 GMT -4
sometimes you want to go WHERE EVERYBODY KNOWS YOUR NAME
Ah, young love... Awkward and blooming, as those of both sex desperately tried to figure how exactly this whole 'romantic relationship' thing worked. Full of trials and tribulations, of sweetness and joy. It was a remarkable thing to behold, something that warmed the heart in spite of the related drama. There was, however, a common misunderstanding when it came the topic. A misconception, one might say. That being, that all adults were any less clueless about romance! There was something equally adorable about grown, self-assured men and women stumbling about as they tried to express their feelings and find love, or so Delta Ivey thought. It was this line of thinking that led her to another brilliant idea for an event she might host in The Fourth Corner. An event that would let her to her part as a gracious host, set off some exciting romantic encounters, and potentially earn her some return customers in the future. Profit and entertainment were just fine motivations, which had both set off this terribly wonderful and wonderful terrible idea: The Fourth Corner's Speed Dating! Her marketing had been simple. She'd put up a few notices and posters outside the bar, advertised it on The Fourth Corner's social media, and let word of mouth do the rest. Before she knew it, a number of expressions of interest had fallen into her lap, and she was ready to clear the bar for an afternoon to make way for this little event of hers. A large area of the bar had been left open for the speed daters, while other customers sparsely populated other areas of the establishment. It was only in the afternoon, work hadn't ended all too long ago, so the rush wouldn't come for some time. The area Delta had cleared off was marked by a simple blackboard sign, guiding those who'd signed up online or in-person with the following: SEEKERS OF LOVE AND ROMANCE, THIS WAY! FOURTH CORNER SPEED DATING: Grab a nametag and a drink until we start.As the sign had suggested, some tables had been set up right by the speed dating area with simple stick-on nametags and a variety of alcoholic beverages. Light beers, red and white wines, apple ciders, and sparkling wines were available. Alongside jugs of water and lemonade for those less looking for a somewhat safer choice. A number of other tables and chairs were also set up. There were 5 small tables set up in a pentagon shape, chairs in the inside and outside, and another table a short distance away from this arrangement with only a single seat. Upon which sat the event's host: The lovely Delta Ivey herself, in her usual attire. In front of her were a few documents and a noticeable timer, evidently tools to help her run the afternoon's excitement. The four-armed woman was very keen to see the people who'd signed up in-person, to see what men and women were willing to try this daring experiment in their search for love! They'd be given time to get their drinks and tags, before she began the main attraction. OOCHello, speed-daters! It's time to get this show on the road. You'll all about 1 week, if not more, to post for this first round, after which the first pairings will begin. From there, how things are run will be dictated in the following posts or on discord if necessary. Enjoy! 0000 WORDS |
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Post by Libra/Tachibana on Sept 3, 2019 21:41:46 GMT -4
Aw fuck I'm blind, why am I even here.
Well obviously she's here because she really respects people's personalities more than she likes their appeara-PHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA, GOHAHAHAHHHAA, AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAH, PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF, ARE YA FUCKING KIDDING ME, AHAHAHAHAHAHA....HAHAHHAA...aaahahahaha...haaaaaa....okay but seriously, why is she here? Why did she decide to be here? Is it out of a pure whim? Yeah kinda. Was it because she was bored? Also that, not gonna lie. Is she looking for love?
...PHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA, GOHAHAHAHHHAA, AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAH, PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF PHAHAHAHAH, SERIOUSLY? AHAHAHAH, HAHAHAHAHAHHA, EHEHHEHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA, AHAHAHAHAHAHA....HAHAHHAA...aaahahahaha...haaaaaa....Nah man sexual love is dumb. She's all about familiar love, like ya know your family. Also maybe a love for killing. Is that killing love? Or is that murder love? Eh, that's something to think about later.
Now that she's thinking about it, She thinks it was a friend of her that pushed her towards it. Okay no, not a friend. Friend is too much of a strong word for it. Coworker, yeah. Anyway, this coworker kept hounding her and kept talking about the flyers she found. She kept telling her "oh join me for it, you'll have fun" and "Oh you'll meet a cute guy or girl or...actually, Tachibana, what do you like?" and "Alright, alright, sorry, just join me for it, please, it'll be awkward if I went alone." Well guess what?! The coworker got cold feet, and to make things worse, she still asked her to go in her stead for some potential numbers! That bitch!
Out of spite, she decides to do this event blind. That's right, Kanon, She's going in literally blind not using her quirk just to spite you and also to avoid their ugly mugs, suck it you whiny ass. Of course she used it slightly to, ya know, actually arrive there....and god, all these faces are...euuugh. Why did they come here in the first place? Can't even get laid without the aid of drinks, she bets. Although the fact she's still here and not heading home or going out to kill some poor idiot means she really must be bored. She sees the sign in all its dumb glory, making her sigh as she adjusts her glasses and goes straight to it. She refuses to make any small talk with others, merely making a small 'hrmmm' or go "I see.' She reaches for a name tag, writes it on, grabs a drink, and slowly starts to 'turn off' her quirk. Bit by bit the red tinted view of the world became fully Red. At this point she's fully blind. Thank god for that, she doesn't have to worry about seeing anything embarrassing. She takes off the glasses to clean them, with the gray patches on her face fully gone, and her eyes back to its pale red blind state.
Alright then...let's see what this mess of a show will end up like.
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Post by Tobias Murakami on Sept 3, 2019 21:57:43 GMT -4
527 words ft. speed-daters There were those who were... quick to assume that someone specializing in library sciences would be unfamiliar with the dating scene. Tobias found this misconception incredibly unsympathetic. A man with his physique and Old World sensibilites was incredibly popular with those of the opposite sex-- and often, with those of the same sex, or no sex at all! It was just... easy to let romance go by the wayside when one was a full-time librarian, and an on-call private investigator/pro-hero.
It was thus that Tobias would never, on his own volition, venture into such a situation as he was now.
It all started with a... rather attractive serpentine man slithering into his library. Orlov-sensei. A homeroom teacher, though Tobias wasn't sure for which class. He'd listen with tentative interest as Orlov-sensei regailed an advertisement he'd seen about a "speed-book-dating" gathering at the local bar. It was like book club, except that everyone brought a book of their own interest, exchanged it with someone, then rejoined a few weeks later to discuss said book.
"What a wonderful idea," Tobias had murmured, "We could do something just like that in our own library."
Orlov-sensei very helpfully furnished the burly redhead with details of when and where the event would take place, and then made his way into the stacks to search for his own pleasure reading materials.
It was thus that The Informant arrived, a rather sizeable tome in his clasp, at the doors of the Fourth Corner.
An eruption from the weekend prior had left the man in a jagged obsidian shell, his entire body covered with the geometric, black rock. Where his eyes should have been, two smoldering pools of magma, slightly magnified behind the silver-rimmed glasses that the gentleman wore. Should he open his mouth, he'd reveal even more magma within.
Hopefully no one would question his taste in literature as the result of his currently-mutated appearance.
As always, Tobias donned his best attire-- a lavender shirt, maroon tie, and slate-grey slacks with a matching jacket. He had no inkling of the afternoon that awaited him-- he was always this smartly dressed. The gentleman tucked his book beneath his arm to write "Murkamai" in neat kanji upon the nametag, and he stuck the nametag onto his suit coat, smoothing it with an obsidian hand.
His gaze trailed towards the drink, only a slight shift in the glowing magma making the shift in attention apparent. He chose the red wine, carefully pouring himself a modest glass, before depositing the bottle once again. He had never been one for beer, and preferred heartier red wines to their more scintillating, fruitier counterparts.
Having acquired a glass of wine, Tobias retrieved his book once more, and meandered towards a rather intriguing cluster of tables. One woman had four arms, and sat at the only table that seemed not to be a part of the group. The other seemed... normal enough.
"Good evening," he greeted in his silky baritone. His gaze slid from one woman to the other, his greeting ending abruptly there. Neither woman had a book. How could they exchange books if they didn't bring one with them?
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2019 22:11:28 GMT -4
Well this was certainly going to be interesting. The day started out normally enough. Tony was out on his usual patrols, making sure that the peaceful streets stayed that way. He had passed by the Fourth Corner. While he had certainly heard of the bar before, he had not yet had the time to actually visit the place. Perhaps it was time to change that. Sometime when he was off-duty, Tony decided that he would give the bar a visit to have a few drinks. After all, even heroes needed to relax and have a good time every once in a while. Why always be overly serious all the time? That was just boring! Besides the bar itself, there was something else that caught his eye. Tony noticed a flyer and upon reading it, was very much intrigued. Speed Dating? ¿Seriamente? Of course, the romantic in him would definitely see to it that he would go and give it a try. It was quite a tempting prospect. Who knows, perhaps he would meet the lady of his dreams here! Even if not, it still sounded like a fun time. It was to take place tomorrow, and fortunately, Tony did not have plans. So he would go and sign up. Centaurion look forward to seeing Tony make fool of himself in front of large crowd! Naturally, The beast did not really understand the concept of love and dating all too well. It preferred fighting, galloping at full speed, and SMASHing things with its fists. However, Centaurion was definitely well aware of what happened when Tony was not all too careful with how much he drank. Oh shush, Centaurion. It'll be a fun time for sure!The next day, it was showtime! Tony dressed in a more casual outfit as he drove to the Fourth Corner. Seeing how lovely the placed looked, Tony made a mental note to come visit the bar more often in the future. But now it was time for the main event! So he headed over to the area that the blackboard pointed to, grabbing a name tag and a glass of red wine before sitting down on one of the seats at the five tables and greeting those who were already there with a smile. He could not wait for the fun to get started. Regardless of what would happen today or who he would be meeting, Tony was confident that this day would definitely be one to remember. WC 412
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Post by Chiyuri Akagi on Sept 4, 2019 7:00:58 GMT -4
Seemed as though Chiyuri had a draw to this place, huh. The Fourth Corner, a bar located nearby the red-light district, but one that was far from the usual trashier nightlife of Tokyo. Last time she showed up, it was a music night, where she busted a sick set, and also busted a goddamn gut at that chronicler kid. Even thinking about it made her laugh a little inside. But this time, the reason she was coming was a lot less musical, but a little more sensual. See, it was a speed dating night. Chiyuri wasn't usually the type to try and find love, she was kind of pre-occupied with her vigilante deal and making sick tunes. She'd only really gotten as far as a one night stand with some folks, and even then it wasn't exactly the best way to profess your shit. Speed dating was a concept she was aware of, something that went way back, almost a century – you get to a table, you talk to someone for a bit in a faux date scenario, and then whoosh – off to the next person. End of the night, you hit it off with someone, you try something out, who knows. But this was more of a fun opportunity if anything, meet some new people. Delta, the owner, was already pretty chill, I mean she organised this thing of course.
As Chiyuri strolled into the bar, she looked... well like herself. Similar outfit she wore the last time she came, too. Tuxedo t-shirt, with a green cut-off leather jacket just in case. It was getting colder, and her style needed to remain impeccable, so it was a compromise. She was wearing some light grey baggy trousers as well, with some sleek 'new' trainers to go with them. A girl ready for a date night, if that date night was at the skate park. The blackboard with the writing to take a tag and drink was heeded, as Chiyuri took one and used one of the pens on display to scrawl out 'Chiyuri' in slightly scuffed kanji, with a little heart on top of the 'i's. Grabbing a fancy-ass glass of white wine, Chiyuri sat down at one of the five tables, Delta watching from a distance. The people who had already turned up seemed alright – Chiyuri wasn't the only chick here, for a start. The gender split was quite equal in fact, 2 girls to 2 guys so far. The redhead dude seemed a little flustered, perhaps he was nervous about the event or something, while the other dude seemed pretty nonplussed. That hair though, dude's got some weird shit going on there. Nevertheless, Chiyuri waited for proceedings to get underway, drinking the wine as time passed on.
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Post by Wagyu Utari on Sept 6, 2019 21:46:33 GMT -4
It’d been a few days ago, when Wagyu was on patrol, that Kimiko had called him in a hurry. His heart had skipped a beat, afraid that the villain that’d attacked Kouta had returned. Then, Kimiko had laughed, and in between bouts of uncharacteristic giggling, apologized. It wasn’t anything as urgent as that, she’d said, she’d just found a flyer for a speed-dating event at a bar, and had thought of him. She insisted she thought it would be good for his image as a hero; taking part in things like this would make him seem more personable and not like a scary big minotaur.
Wagyu kinda doubted that. Kimiko had expressed her concern about Wagyu’s love life, or lack thereof, before, and this just sounded like another scheme of hers to get him into the dating scene. He knew she didn’t mean any harm by it, it was just her big sister instincts trying to make sure his job wasn’t eating away at his social life, and with more ‘heroes’ around thanks to the recent internships, a day off wouldn’t hurt too much.
As the day finally arrived, Kimiko had come over to his apartment, as she insisted had to be sure he’d be dressed for the occasion. He couldn’t just show up shirtless with his usual torn pants, after all. How thankful he was, that she hadn’t also insisted on getting him ready at the orphanage.
All that effort lead to him coming in much later than most of the other guests. His giant, muscular frame was forced into a tailored suit he had not bought for something like this, and as he glanced at the rest of the bachelors and bachelorettes that’d already shown up, he started to realize he may be overdressed for the occasion. The boutonnière Kimiko had tucked into the suit when he wasn’t looking certainly didn’t help. He didn’t know Wildheart, but he was a fellow hero, that much he knew. At least he wasn’t alone here.
He gave a stiff, short wave to the other patrons, then put his name on a tag and poured himself a glass of lemonade. Sure, Wildheart looked to be drinking, but Wagyu didn’t want to follow suite. The other hero could do as he pleased, but King Taurus wasn’t someone who should be seen making a drunk fool of himself in public.
For the moment, he just stood, rather than claiming a chair for himself. After all, there was the distinct possibility the four-armed woman running the show would simply tell them to move anyway. He took a sip of his lemonade, and then promptly had to struggle not to spit it back out as a thought forced its way into his mind.
There was a pretty even gender split at the moment, but he highly doubted the entire room was heterosexual. In fact, he’d never been sure of his own, he’d never thought it’d matter. Romance wasn’t something he was interested in; he understood what it was, how people in love usually act, but he’d never seen a point to it. Would he want to be paired up with a woman? Another man? Did that even matter? This was just speed-dating, for fun, right?
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Post by Mosa Ganbaroshi on Sept 7, 2019 13:45:43 GMT -4
Mosas parenthood over Kasumi had been going well. Even as a single parent, he didn't need to worry too much about what he was doing, and the girl was clever enough to handle her things without getting hurt, even whilst alone in the house. Of course, he tried to avoid such moments to happen, but sadly, with two jobs, there were going to be sometimes he was just completely unable to stay home with her. For now, it had been just a minor issue.
The bigger issue, was that the more he was with her, the more he felt like he needed someone to help her with the fear of women she had. Nimue of course had been a big step forward, but since she was a teacher at U.A too, Mosa couldn't reliably trust in her being able to come whenever he needed it. Besides, The issue could not be solved by just having one lady around. She needed to have casual and friendly meetings with other ladies, without needing to feel afraid of them, kind of like how he had met the shopkeep back when she was new in his house...
Of course an idea of needing meet a bunch of ladies felt a little bit insolent in his priestly mind. He was not the sort of person to look for such things separately. Besides, just talking with women and being so forward wasn't exactly seen as proper by anyone. Who would talk to ladies in such flirtatious fashion so casually!? That, and the ladies she would get that way, weren't exactly the sort that she would want near Kasumi anyways. Honestly, he felt like he needed some sort of screening process. Something that allowed him to talk quickly to whoever he met, and he would be able to discern their capability of taking care of Kasumi whenever he was gone from that.
And thats when he saw one of the pamphlets... Speed dating. As a word combo, it sure felt like a perfect thing to have if he wanted to meet someone just to talk a little bit. But on the other hand... it was dating. He wasn't exactly sure if that's what he wanted from this. He had never been the dating type, being a priest. But sometimes things take desperate measures to get through them. Or that is what he tried to convince himself of. Maybe he could just be open about what he wanted... Besides, even if he wasn't exactly a target for love, he could consider himself as an interesting person to talk to. And trustworthy at that. Being a therapist does that to you.
...Man, he hadn't been this self-prospective since he had adopted Kasumi. It was almost silly.
As he entered the bar (another one of those things that he didn't really do usually), He dutifully went as requested to grab a simple nameplate, scribbling his name on it, and then grabbing a glass of water with ice... He sat down, And looked around calmly at all the different people. A sip of water went down the hatch of course.
Now, some of the people Mosa could recognize. Wagyu for example. a pro hero, and a very big figure at one of the many orphanages. He always respected him for that, and had kept a bit of an eye on him. There was also one man with a book in his hand. Hmmm... a fellow a literary person? Wonder if he enjoyed comic books or philosophy? Religion he shouldn't probably mention during this. It was one of those topics that had a tendency to push people away and he knew it.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2019 17:02:24 GMT -4
{ } Hatsumomo was always very strict with herself and others when it came to time management, it was just very important for your career, your health when it came to stress and so on but that was simple to say: she was late. That was not so much to explain as to why she was late but just having cold feet, thinking it wasn't necessary and so on. She wondered again and again why she was doing this, she had no time for dating, she wasn't even sure if she was ready for dating and most of all: she had nothing nice to wear. So in the end she wore a grey pencil skirt and a white blouse, leaving her long though now wine red hair over her shoulders without any further ado and had hurried to the fourth corner. She had signed up so she should also take the full responsibility to get here. When she looked around the room, that dread only followed suit. Oh boy. Two pro-heroes, nope three, she had not noticed Tobias at first too but he was definitely there and shit why was he! Three of those and two colleagues, bingo, she had nowhere else to go and with slow steps, almost dragging her feet around the tables to walk to the station with the four armed woman, ha fourth corner, what a hilari- was it a joke? Well surely she should not talk about it. She took one of the name stickers and first thought to write her full name on it, but decided against it. MomoShe wrote on the piece of paper and put it on the pocket of her blouse on the left side, brushing her hair over her shoulders, or more like tossing it and looking at the time, she had a few seconds so she quickly grabbed her phone to text someone a quick message: Remind me to never do this again-But it was cut short, she had already hit send though, when the party was about to start, shit, now the receiver of the message would not know what she was talking about, she quickly grabbed a glass of red wine, it seemed to be popular and would wait for any further instructions and if she should already pick a table or what not, she had no idea how this worked and wasn't sure if she would ever want to find out again, but hey, she was here and she did not want to ruin anyone their mood with her icky and unsteady, unstable, what would be the right word? thoughts! MADE BY VEL OF GS
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Post by Freya A. Valentine on Sept 8, 2019 2:05:02 GMT -4
Why the hell did I even sign up for this?
Due to a burning need to get outside and relative boredom due to the lulls of her occupation, Freya decided to try out speed dating. She has tried it a few times back in the states but all never went well due to her aura and general weakness of the people around her. But considering where she is now and the type of people she has heard from the grapevine, this may turn out well depending on who shows up. She mulled over the meeting place and time and took some notes on how to get there quickly.
Slight issue that she didn’t realize until after she signed up for the damn thing, SHE DIDN’T HAVE ANY CLOTHES FOR THIS SORT OF OCCASION! Due to the sad reality that she mostly focused on her job and training, the concept of going out for anything else was far beyond her way at the time. So in a rush to find some decent looking clothes that fit her style, she spent an exceedingly long time picking out the right clothes for this thing. Many passersby were either scared or aroused by her intense glare as she looked for the outfit. After about a whole day of looking, she finally picked out the perfect outfit that was all-purpose, affordable, simple, and damn stylish if I would say so myself!
On the day of the event, she showed up to the event in a black turtleneck, jeans and wearing her glasses since she wasn’t on the clock. Her hair was in its natural state since screw dealing with that lioness mane, its ride or die with that hair. She did her best to keep her composure since its been quite a while she was out and about in the town that didn’t involve grocery shopping or her job. One part of her wanted her quirk to activate so she can just go home, another part of her wants to stick around and see who signed up for the damn thing. After a few minutes of deliberation, she went on in and grabbed a name-tag walked towards the bar. Hastily writing her name down on the name tag and then putting it on her breast. Freya
She proceeds to ask the bartender give her some whiskey and was quickly served for some reason. After taking a few sips, she just waits for further instructions since each time she did this, they somehow had different rules for every time. But for the mean time she just went with the flow as she doesn’t want to spoil the rather classy atmosphere of the place. Places like this are the best when it comes to the atmosphere and having some expensive liquors to drink when something goes badly or well. To pass some of the time and to ease her anxiety, she does some light reading on her phone about the art of fighting.
"Let's see what sort of folks live in this city..."
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Post by Aeris Leon on Sept 9, 2019 10:10:36 GMT -4
Aeris Leon Pro-Hero || Fantasy || Danse de Fee Come On and Show me, your love. Of course she was alte. Why wouldn’t she be? It was only her first chance at actually socializing since Thunder Bolt..well that was a session for her own psychiatrist. The Psychologist pulled her Motorcycle up to the bar and hurriedly walked in. No time to coral butterflies for a dramatic entrance. Instead she just walked right up to the table in her corset and pencil skirt combo. The corset was bright red on her left and midnight black on her right half. The pencil skirt was cut chromatically in half with the same colors, just reversed. Her strapped heels were the same two colors, matching the sides of the corset. Getting her name tag she smiled to the host and went into the room. SHe got the chance to actually see everyone. Five nobodies were there. At least she would meet some new people. She recognized Antonio from the little run in in the alleyway that time. Quite interesting summoning. There was Wagyu as well. A bull in the china shop if she ever saw one, but from what she heard, a heart of gold. Ganbaroshi-san, the School’s counselor. Murakami-san, the school’s librarian, And Hell hound. She...was the only Pro-hero Female at this thing. And there was only one male not associated with the school here. Great.
Walking up toward the center area, she took another casual glance towards the others. The glass butterfly holding her long silver hair up in a tight bun, glistening the red and black wings in the bar lights. The women were interested, bored, observant, and regretting it. The men were...well Murakami-san, Confident, confused, and calm. Sipping the drink she ordered, she just sighed. “Kurama-san. Jazz. I will be following you soon.” She whispered to herself, suddenly reminded of the Music Night at the maid cafe, a year ago.
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Post by Noa Rosenkranz on Sept 9, 2019 21:16:28 GMT -4
Émile had had many relationships in the past. Some for fun, some for profit, and even some that could be likened as something more meaningful, but they were all in the past all the same out of his own volition. An intimate relationship with another human being wasn't something that interested him. This remained the case as he approached the location for this evening's entertainment, one of the newer of the many bars located in Kabuki-cho, and one that Émile had yet had the pleasure to get acquainted with. He didn't care much for speed dating events in general, but they did have one quality to them that was tempting: they attracted the desperate, which opened up a whole new playing field when it came for entertainment. Especially when the drinks were on the house. And so, into the bar walked without a doubt the oldest participant of the night. Émile was dressed less tactfully than usual, but nightclubs and bars with strangers didn't exactly require that much class to begin with. That, and the Japanese temperatures were sweltering for a foreigner like him. He had entered feeling confident, but a quick look at the people inside caused him to falter with a funny step, which he did brush off swiftly and pretended like it didn't happen. It could have been blamed on his lack of cane, which he didn't need for walking but which nevertheless helped, but in truth it had been a moment of hesitation for he had recognized some of the people inside the bar. Émile had never met any of the ones he recognized in person, thank god for that, but their reputation preceded them. "Well that advert sure didn't mention that today was the night for costumed clowns." Doing his best to act natural, Émile calmly headed to pick his own nametag. He obviously wasn't going to use his legal name, and even his normal alias might have been unnecessary information. EmilThis was his compromise, something that he could brush off as a preferred nickname if someone pressed him about it. He tacked it onto his suit jacket as he proceeded to get himself a drink of red wine, as well as checking his left pocket to see whether his cigarette case and "insurance" were still there. He would make some curious glances around the room as he waited for the main event to start. "Well... that should make this interesting, at the very least."(OOC: While the picture that I used does have Émile smoking, he isn't smoking indoors atm. He may be a villain, but he's not a monster.)
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Post by Delta Ivey on Sept 10, 2019 22:09:28 GMT -4
sometimes you want to go WHERE EVERYBODY KNOWS YOUR NAME
Watchful and eager, Delta kept her eyes on each of the lovely men and women who entered the speed dating area. As she could've expected, there was quite a variety to behold! Or, to not behold. After all, love was blind, and so was the first woman to enter the bar, by the looks of things. Delta was fairly sure she'd seen her at The Fourth Corner before, and was glad for a repeat customer. The logistics of how a blind woman was going to operate at this speed dating was something Delta hadn't exactly considered, but if she could see well enough to pour herself a glass of wine then there probably wasn't going to be any problems. Next to enter was the first of a handful of bulkier men who'd be attending. He seemed far from a meathead, however. Rather, perhaps 'stonehead' was more appropriate? That aside, he seemed a pleasant sort, even being so kind as to greet Delta herself after grabbing some wine. "Greetings, dear~ We'll begin shortly~" The four-armed woman uttered, not wanting to drag on any conversation right now. She was far more interested in observing these silly adults than participating, after all! The next lad to enter looked to be a foreigner, and an attractive one at that. He knew how to dress himself too, and Delta was starting to realize there were some very lucky ladies participating today! Alas, she was but the watcher. After him, was another girl who Delta recognized. 'DJ Triple S', one of the performers during the music night, was looking to mix some love into her life, it seemed! The skate-punk lass also grabbed a glass of wine. Following her, it was back to the beef with a big buff bull bouncing into the bar! Delta, for a moment, wondered if she should've gotten bigger chairs... This was already looking like a pretty outstanding cast for the afternoon. Rounding up the triumvirate of titans was another largish man, a serious-looking one at that. Delta didn't know why all these hefty hunks looked so adorably inexperienced, but she had to admit: It was incredibly cute. Was this some bizarre manifestation of that so-called 'gap moe'? Anyway, just was Delta was starting to realize they'd need more girls, a pair of dashing dames would enter the establishment successively. A trendy green girl, who sought out some whiskey - good taste, Delta thought - and a more colorfully dressed winged woman. Who would've thought this scheme of Delta's would attract such an attractive lot? They only needed one more man to round things up - and, lo and behold, there arrived a silver fox to satisfy that need. With that, the afternoon's actors were ready to begin, and Delta took one last glance over them to make sure everyone was settled. She also noted that the red wine had been quite popular. Something to remember, should there be a next time. "Alright, ladies and gentlemen for Speed Dating, it's time to get started!" Delta announced, clapping her hands and making sure everyone was paying attention. "Alright, so, we'll run things pretty standardly, lovers! Once we decide the first pairs, I'll start the timer, and you'll have the chance to chat up your prospective partner until it runs out, then we rotate clockwise~ Simple enough?" Delta uttered, patting the timer on her desk. Assuming there were no questions, she then pulled out some cards on her desk, keeping the blank side up and shuffling them around before pushing them towards the edge closest to the others. "Now, for the first pairs! Come on ladies, take a card and see what hunk you're starting with~ They're numbered 1 to 5, just move to the corresponding table and take a seat on the inside. The men are the ones who'll rotate each round." Delta ordered. Once every lady had gotten her number and been seated, Delta would beckon over the men to do the same, asking them to take their seats opposite their partners. Once everyone was in position, Delta clapped again, placing one hand over the timer as she prepared to begin. "Now, if everyone's ready, we can begin! Feel free to ask for more drinks whenever you need~ Anyway, if there's no problem... Let's begin!"A loud ding sounded as she started the timer, giving all the ladies and gents their brief chance to get to know one another, in this chaotic battlefield of bashful romance!
Pairs for this rotation is as follows! 1. Aeris - Toby 2. Momo - Tony 3. Chiyuri - Wagyu 4. Freya - Mosa 5. Libra - Emile There is no posting order henceforth. You'll all have at most about a week for everyone to post once! After which, I'll post again and signal the end of that round. We'll go 3 rounds per pairing, and the time limit may get shorter depending. If there's any questions, direct them to me. Otherwise, have fun! 0000 WORDS |
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Post by Libra/Tachibana on Sept 11, 2019 0:00:42 GMT -4
Oh thank god she didn't realize it was red wine. She would have triggered her quirk in that instance and see this mess of an event. From the noise that soon came, she can tell that more and more suckers were slowly amassing. Some had heavy footsteps, some decided to make small talk, and others...eh, who knows. If she were seeing then she would have let out a more audible laugh. Imagine seeing big walking pile of flesh entering the place and carefully placing their name tag on; one ignorant, one confused, and one happy to be here. Or seeing some fashion disaster walk up and just swoop up a tag, with nary a care in the world. Or even some weird looking gals coming in, with expressions of regret and confused plastered onto their pretty little faces. Or some old looking dandy (if you can even call him that, just look at his stupid suit! Wait, she can't right now), thinking he still has game. If she were able to see, maybe she would have complimented their looks…pfffffffff, nah she wouldn't.
Someone started to clap her hands. If she were to guess, it would be the 4 armed lady who organized this disaster of a playdate. So it's come to this, nowhere to hide. She can't just walk out the door now. Well, she could, but she's too bored and would just head straight home. At least this will give her somewhat of a laugh. The lady voice talks about pairing up and then running out the clock until the next round. So at the very least she wouldn't be listening to theri sorry ass voices for a long time. Hopefully the timer isn't that long. She raises her eyebrow when she asked the ladies to pick up the cards in front of her. Hmm. Slight problem right there. Guess she'll just...walk around and accidentally bump into someone, using the lady's voice as a point of reference. Even in this somewhat loud place, that lady's irritating voice is noticeable from the get go. Thank god that they're not rotating. She gets to sit down and make herself comfortable the whole time, mentally preparing for whoever sits on that chair. Also it would be a bitch to just...walk around. She walks up to the table, and reaches down patting down the table, 'staring' into Delta with a fed up expression of sort. She finally finds a card and picks it up. "...I'm gonna guess it's…" Someone (or some people, dunno. whichever lady posts after libra gets to tell her the number in whatever mocking/earnest manner they desire) tells her it's 5. Ah, perfect. She responds to the person, no matter who it was, with a simple "Ah. Shame it wasn't 1." Wonder why she picked 1? Maybe she has a perceived notion in her mind that being 1 would let her finish first? Maybe she just likes the notion of being 1st? Dunno.
Ah fuck she..she has to find a table with her number on it. Oh...oh boy. Man this is….pffahhahaa why did she decide to be blind for this event. She just waits until every other female participant sits down, then slowly walks to a table. Luckily it was an empty one and it was also hers. At least she's assuming it to be. She places the number on the table and takes off her glasses to rub the lenses as Delta proceeds to ask the guys to grab their numbers. Soon they grab their numbers, and Tachibana soon hears some footsteps approaching her table. Wonder who the guy is?
"...So I'm guessing you're here to find True Love, huh." She comments to the person approaching her, who was the previously mentioned 'dandy' Emile. "Seems kinda like a waste to do it here. If you find someone ya like, they'll just hook up with some other hot shit." She places her glasses back. "Tachibana. What's your deal?" she asks the grey haired Monarch.
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Post by Aeris Leon on Sept 11, 2019 10:50:33 GMT -4
Aeris Leon Pro-Hero || Fantasy || Danse de Fee Quote Here Aeris slowly made her way to her table. Table number one. That had no significance truly. At least she wasn’t going to be the one changing tables. There would be a solid chance that she would see the next chap and just continue walking. Since she was one hundred percent certain she was drinking herself home, she ordered another lemon lime non alcoholic drink. . Sitting in the chair, she adjusted herself so she was directly behind the table, where the gentleman would come up to her. She would get more than enough time to size him up before he sat down. Granted, she already worked with two, fought alongside one, and only had a passing familiarity with the other. The fifth who came in after her was a mystery to her. Crossing her legs under the table, she just sipped her drink and looked around to see who came first.
Tobias Murakami by the looks of it. He was the school librarian, so she had only been across him while doing research and gathering materials for her Language classes. At first glance, he had a strong jawline, deep eyes, and a great build. However those components in the wrong placement, kind of made him stand out. She knew a bit about standing out as she had a history of taking down enemies sans clothing. Also in this age of Quirk Acceptance, the archaic points of beauty and attraction were out the window. A beautiful woman could instantly become an ugly witch, The biggest guy in the room could slip under a door. You had to get to know the person before you even thought about them physically.
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Post by Tobias Murakami on Sept 11, 2019 21:06:32 GMT -4
TOTO, I DON'T THINK THIS IS A BOOK CLUB TOBIAS WATCHED AS, ONE-BY ONE, the other participants entered. Each new face sending a bolt of dread down his spine. No book... no book... no book... By the fourth person, he realized that there weren't going to be any books. He'd been duped, absolutely deceived. His stony features would slacken at the realization, the world seeming to tilt around him. This wasn't an accelerated book club-- speed-book-dating, or whatever Orlov had called it. It was just speed-dating. No books at all!
Had any psychics been present, they would have heard the mental flat-line as it stretched from Tobias's right ear, to his left. Shit.
Perhaps, if he just... pretended he'd forgotten something in the car. His keys? Yes, he'd left his keys atop his car-- and then he'd walk out, pretend this never happened-- the hostess of the event called their attention. The absolutely massive man balked. Too late. The speed-dating was starting. Tobias bobbled towards the counter, looking positively dreadful. He tottered towards his table, Table #1, and took a seat, setting the book on his lap.
He'd just have to make the best of it. If he looked dour, the woman might accidentally assume that she was the cause of his grave attitude. Toby couldn't fathom offending a woman in such a way.
He sighed, closing his luminous lava-lit eyes, and when he opened them, he donned a tired, but warm smile.
The fist woman to approach was a familiar one-- the obsidian man reflexively rose from his seat as she approached, bowing faintly at the waist. Manners would always outweigh nerves.
"Leon-san," he greeted, "What a funny place to encounter one other. It's a delight to see you."
After offering his greeting, he'd reclaim his seat. She taught languages, and so the man couldn't help but feel like they were somehow kindred spirits.
"How are you this evening?" he asked. He placed his hands up on the table, one folded over the other. The top hand idly scratched the back of his bottom one. He felt inclined to mention that he'd been tricked into attending, but... it seemed like a lame excuse. Would Ms. Leon even believe him?
"I must confess, this is my first time being to an event like this... it is a tad... off-putting, for someone as introverted as me."
Another wan smile. At least he didn't really sweat in Obsidian mode. It helped hide how much he was panicking in this very moment.
| 358 words tl,dr: toby considers bolting, but his held taut by propriety! |
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