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Post by Myrkul on Aug 30, 2020 21:39:17 GMT -4
Myrkul
Myrkul sighed. He had to go out into the city and buy things for his daughter returning home for her summer vacation. However he was surprised to find out there would be another visitor coming to his house. He sneered a bit not enjoying the idea of having to share his house with an unknown person. But when he really thought about she wasn't really unknown. Yang had filled him in on who the person was and from what he could tell Yang really cared for this person. Which is why he ultimately said yes.
Luckily it wasn't quite time for young girls to come visit his lovely home. It gave him time to clean up and get food. Myrkul had a small house right on the outskirts of the city but not quite in the mountainous area of Japan. It was a nice house as long as he did the basic maintenance that any home owner would do. Unfortunately he had no reason to after sending his baby sister off to a school. He wasn't quite sure why he sent her to a school designed to make Heroes but he figured at least she could decide her fate unlike him. He didn't have a choice like she did. Of course he couldn't put the blame completely on his parents, when he was of age he had a choice to either become what they wished for or die. He could have taken the simple route like most of his siblings did and not become a monster. But he simply didn't want to die.
He snapped out of his train of thought of this path he chose to walk and looked around the house to see what he needed to get. Cleaning supplies was a standard. He almost always needed bleach, gloves, and trash bags. From the intelect Yang had said about this mysterious person, they were a vegan. Which meant Myrkul didn't really need to get food. He had a green house that grew all the food they could ever need. It would totally be up to Myrkul if he got meat or not. Just because his baby sister was a vegetarian didn't mean he had to be. He finished making his check list and grabbed the cash he stashed away.
Myrkul didn't have a bank account simply because it would create a link to him. He didn't want any links coming back to him unless it dealt with his younger sister. He had to create some links for her sake. It would be less questions he would have to answer. He sighed knowing he would need to get more money soon. But to do that he would either need to turn back into the murderous being that he was in the past or do something completely different. It wasn't like he had a cover for the underground life. He was known as D.G. and his specialty was drugs. Of course it has been some time since he has been apart of the life only thanks to raising his little sister.
He would need to rebuild his imagine again which could take some time because he didn't want to be known just as a petty drug dealer but that wasn't what he really did anyways. He sighed and cleaned his appearance before going out into the public. He called this his "clean" look. It was where he took his dark blue hair and actually combed it back into a nice pony tail in where only a few random strands of hair would spill out. He put on a clean button up shirt which his grey pants and suspenders and glasses. The only thing that looked odd was he had a pair of gloves on with the look. After he finished getting ready, he got on his bike and rode into the city. It has been a long time since he has been in the city, so he decided to wander around. With how he looked, it wasn't like he really stuck out. This would be perfect to gauge how well known he was and to see the city life that he hasn't been apart of for quite some time.
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Post by Kaguya on Sept 8, 2020 13:51:43 GMT -4
◄ Kaguya loved to go out into the city, exploring the various stores, suburbs and stalls that littered Musutafu. Typically, they did this to try and scour for more comic book issues and for gears and parts to upgrade her camera, primarily because Kaugya had a tendency to accidentally activate her quirk when very distracted, and a camera wasn't worth much when it was sudden;y made out of wood. Same went for comic books; it was horrible reading a Bat-dude event comic when everytime something exciting happens, a part of the page turns into stone.
However, today was a bit...different. Because today was her father's birthday.
Akita Adachi was a great vigilante, beloved by the neighborhood, but his career ended due to Kaguya's own hubris. The young kid, 2 years ago, could absolutely have saved him. A lot of other kids younger than her would've. And yet...she didn't, she couldn't. Kaguya could not help but feel personally responsible for his retirement-and the fact that he was nearly imprisoned for being a vigilante (hard to run away from the police when your legs are broken!). So the least she could do for him was buy him a gift, and maybe some cake.
But what to even get him? Well, for starters, no superhero memorabilia. Probably not something that could remind him of that day in general....maybe a "World's #1 dad" mug? But then she had to ask himself how good a dad she was. I mean, he sent her all the way to Yuuei. And that was definitely what she wanted the whole time. Right? Well...she definitely wasn't deadset on heroism from the start. A lot of that was getting vengeance for her not-dead dad. And guilt. Lots of guilt too...
"C'mon, you dumb butt!" the student said to herself in an annoyed fashion. "You're going out! To get comics and gifts! This is a good day! And we don't have to think about all that dumb stuff right now! We can totally be normal and good for a minute!"
As it happened, normal and good people didn't talk to themselves in a loud and open voice, in the middle of other people. Passerby stared at the heroic student with strange, worried, somewhat amused expressions. Kids these days, with their newfangled gadgets and imaginary voices in their head, am I right? Kaguya noticed this pretty quickly, put her arms over her mouth, and scuttled away from the crowd, trying to hide herself from the prying eyes of Musutafu!
And maaaybe she ran into a somewhat tall, male stranger. Hey, it was hard to see when you were partially covering your eyes, while looking backwards! The student had surprisingly good balance, so they managed not to fall flat on her butt. But would the same be said for Myrkul?
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Post by Bianca Bellucci on Sept 9, 2020 13:00:21 GMT -4
She stole my heart by showing me nothing more than her smile Look… At… That…? The day of the dazzling diva going swimmingly thus far and seeming to only get better as she caught sight of something or more accurately someone who seemed to send the sweetest little shiver through her just to set eyes on, even though there had been plenty of tasty looking ‘talent’ on the streets today as Bianca Bellucci gave away her little packs of publicity she couldn’t help but find an immediate distraction as Myrkul caught her gaze, and seemed to practically beg her to join him simply by his image. Such salty goodness… Looks absolutely delicious, doesn’t he~? Those rough and roguish good looks something that one didn’t see in their day to day life as a student and that hint of maturity she saw seeming sublime when compared to the teenage boys she had as classmates, the heart of the would be heroine picked up in pace and her jaw hung just a little bit as she took in a picture that seemed to draw on some kind of primal passion within her, and even despite the obvious difference in age sent the girl trotting toward a stranger with an eager enthusiasm for making a fresh acquaintance. “Ciiiaaaoo~” Practically sprinting in fact and making her heels click and clack like crazy as she did so, Miss Bellucci was not sure if the hint of breathless she felt as she bounded up toward the dashing figure was because of her exertion or her excitement as reached for his arm to stop him in place, but whatever it was she did not allow it to stop her offering an almost purring greeting as she sought to catch his attention in a fashion that hid her desperation. “Forgive the intrusion, but might you have a moment to speak, signor~?” Not even noticing the other figure in the scene who seemed to be spilling toward red hot slice of hunky goodness but perhaps her little distraction acting as a means to prevent their paths from crossing or as it seemed clashing, all that the young woman could do was plead for the interest of a man she felt a thrill of simply stepping close to and hope that her looks were enough to earn that. After all, it seemed like a shame for them to be in the same street and not run into each other, right? |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2020 21:26:56 GMT -4
"I bet you won't," Desmoshi said with a smile daring his aunt. They were outside one of the local cafes, drinking coffee together. Desmoshi loved spending time with her. Or them, in RJ's case. Spending time with his auntie always did him some good. "I bet you I can," RJ teased back with a smile. "Do it," Desmoosh said, squinting his eyes playfully. RJ nodded her head and took the humongous half of the huge sandwich they ordered together. She took the whole thing down in one gulp. "Told you I could," she said with a smile, wiping her mouth with a napkin. Desmoshi looked at his aunt in astonishment. "But how?" Desmoshi said in disbelief. "I'm a New Yorker, Desmoshi," she said tipping her sunglasses as she winked with her third eye. "This is just how we roll."
Desmoshi laughed at his aunt. He needed this. Everything had been so stressful as of late. Mostly due to trying to help with projects in Musutafu. He looked around at the plaza, seeing that construction had a long way to go. But this time around had been a lot easier since they had pros to help out more and they were given permission by them to use their quirks. Even his aunt, who was now a pro, was giving him some relief. He thought back to the conversation he had with RJ during the last repair.
Flashback.
He was still mad. As the construction crew left for the day, Desmoshi was still ticked at how people thought of him. Either he did too many speeches or he was being too political for his gain. How dare they?! He wasn't doing this for any reason. He only wanted to help make things right. Even Bobby Joe told him that he had changed a bit. He hadn't changed. People were just being... Wait. Had he changed? Were the riots putting so much pressure on him? The thought of his failures still rested in his mind. Although people told him made the right call, others told him that he could have done something different. It was a tug-of-war for his emotions.
He sat on the bench in his work clothes, looking out towards the plaza. Most of the roads were cleared and some of the buildings were starting to be rebuilt. But it just reminded him how much hated people each other just for being different. He was aiming to change this. But he wasn't sure anymore about what he wanted to do. Maybe he couldn't bring peace as he thought. Maybe he was a joke.
"Room for one more?" RJ asked with a smile as she sat next to him. She was covered in dust but she was still happy nonetheless. They both watched the sun go down together, at first not sharing any words about the earlier encounter. After a few minutes of silence, RJ spoke. "It must be hard," she finally said in a quiet voice. Desmoshi looked at her, confused for a second. "What must be hard?" he asked. RJ sighed for a second, looking at the drifting evening clouds. "Trying to be what people want you to be," she finally answered.
She looked at her nephew, resting her arm behind his shoulders. "People expect you to do great things," she said, adjusting her advisors. "They expect you to be this perfect person that should get everything right. They expect you like kids to do everything by the book and change the world for the better." She turned back to the sky before continuing. "You expect to be a better leader due to the position you were put in. The pressure of being better is on everyone's mind and it seems like no matter what you do, nothing changes."
Desmoshi looked at the ground remaining silent. What was he supposed to say? "But you shouldn't be perfect," RJ said breaking the silence again. "You should do your best to be you, even when others don't like. You look at the Fuchu Riot as a failure of being a leader. All due to what people expect you to be. What you should have done instead of doing what was needed." She turned back to her nephew, giving him a comforting smile. "But you have to trust yourself if you made the right call. You did what was necessary to help others. And by the end of the day, that will strive you closer to your goals than doing what others expect of you. Just be you. Be the Desmoshi you wanted to be. Carve the path of the hero your way. Not what the school wants. Not what the family wants. What Desmoshi wants."
Desmoshi chewed on that thought for a moment. That had to be Rin talking, but at the same time, he could sense a little of Jeanne speaking too. They sat together in silence for a while before Desmoshi gave a small smile. "You're right." He sat back on the bench. "I just wanted to do things without stepping on anyone's toes. You know, making people more upset than they needed to be. I wanted to make a positive change. I just figured I needed to be a bit more... mature." RJ nodded towards his statement. "You don't have to do that you know," RJ said getting up from the bench. She offered a hand to help him up. "People will be people. They are not going to like what you do. But that's just how the world is. By the end of the day, you need to be happy with yourself." Desmoshi smiled at his aunt. She always had a way of putting things into perspective for him. He took her hand and stood up off the bench.
End of flashback.
Desmoshi for the first time in a long while was happy. Yes, there was going to be stress. But he could count on being himself to get through. He caught his aunt's gaze as she seemed to be looking elsewhere. It seemed that a younger person had bumped into another person. Better see if they needed help.
End of Flashback
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2020 1:05:37 GMT -4
RJ felt good today. She was hanging out with her nephew Desmoshi for the day. The troubles of the world seem to disappear when the power couple was with one of their favorite cousins. They were relaxing with him in front of a cafe in Musutafu. She was wearing a red short-sleeve shirt, a three-lense pair of shades, a pair of tight blue shorts, and red sneakers. It felt good not to be in uniform. To just relax with family. But she couldn't help but think back to the conversation that Rin and Jeanne had the night before.
Flashback.
Jeanne was dressed in a silk red pajamas waiting for her wife to join her in bed. Right before bed, every night the defuse from being RJ. No sense to sleep like that. Don't get it wrong, Jeanne loved being with Ring- together as one being. But there were times she wanted to see her wife's face with her own eyes. She had wrapped her curly fro in a hair rag so it wouldn't get in the way while she slept. She was reading paperwork on one of the criminals that had escaped from Fuchu Prison. Rounding them up was going to be harder than they thought. Especially since the zombie apocalypse was still an issue of recovery.
"What you reading?" her wife, Rin, asked her. She dressed in a silk blue, no-sleeve nightgown. The flow of her hair was wrapped in a hairbow. She smelled of lilacs as she curled up next to Jeanne looking at the report. "Criminal report," Jeanne said, putting the file down. "You never told me there were so many villains in your home country." Rin looked at her partner confused. "To be honest, I didn't think the number had grown," Rin said. Although she was born in and raised in Japan, she didn't keep up with her home country while she was in New York. She only got news from her brother Jokai, which usually didn't hold much bearing. Now she was back home living with her brother and her wife. Her daughter also lived there, but she was looking to get her place soon.
"Have you talk to Murakami-sama yet?" Rin asked, pointing to the hard drive on the nightstand. "Soon," Jeanne replied. "I need to make sure that the info we received was legit. If it is, our problems from New York will be following us here pretty soon." Rin nodded to her wife. She could tell when it was time to change the subject. "I think I am asking Tobias-sama for help in locating the other four," Rin said, getting Jeanne's attention. "They had been all over Japan and had no idea that Jokai nor I existed. I'm not sure how they will take it. Heck, I am not sure how the twins will take it they have other brothers and sisters. Or the fact that they are part of the four clans."
Jeanne nodded to her wife. "Jokai haven't told them yet? Mizuki and Desmoshi has a right to know all of this." Rin nodded. "No. He wanted to tell them when he felt liek they were ready" Jeanne was about to apologize, but Rin put up her hand. "Don't worry about it. Our brother chose his path. I just wish he knew that we loved him and we didn't think less of him." She put her wedding band on the nightstand. "We are going with Jokai to go get each one and bring them here to live with us. Although they can't attend UA, Jokai might have an idea of how they could benefit the community."
Jeanne listened closely to her partner for life. It must have been surprised to be told that had four more relatives, homeless, and nowhere else to go. Hopefully, they could bring them here and give them a better life than they had.
Flashback
RJ was pulled from her thoughts when she saw someone bump into a young person on the street. Then she heard the clacking of heels as another girl appeared next to the group. She met her before. She was advertising for her restaurant. Bianca she believed. Hmmm... Might as well check and see if they were okay. Her and Desmoshi paid the bill and made their way across the street. "Hello, everyone," RJ greeted with a smile. "Is everything good here? We saw you two bump into each other and we wanted to make sure you guys were okay.
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Post by Myrkul on Sept 14, 2020 20:41:57 GMT -4
Myrkul
Myrkul was deep in thought. Maybe too deep in thought. He had to figure out how to make his house not smell like death. Actually, he had just more than his house. He needed to clean his car out thoroughly as well. Why in the world did Yang want to bring someone home? What in the hell possessed her to do that? He sighed.
~Flashback~
Ring ring went his phone. He blinked and stared at it for a few moments. It was a phone call from his beloved daughter. He wasn’t sure how to react but he knew he had to answer quickly and keep the call short. “Hello” he answered. “Myrkul, I’m coming home during the summer break and I’m bringing someone” Red had said. There was a few seconds of silence before the phone hung up. He stood there for several moments replaying what his daughter had said. To his surprise it wasn’t the happy go lucky version of her instead it was the version that would have made his parents proud. The version that probably would live the same path that he did if his parents weren’t killed. He sighed. Apparently he was going to have company rather he wanted to or not. It wasn’t like he was going to call her back to inquire about this guest. Instead he wrote a cryptic letter to Yang and sent it off through the post office. After some time, he gotten a response back. Of course Yang’s letter wasn’t as cryptic as his, but she did include something inside of the letter. There was a picture of the guest that she was bringing. He blinked and looked at it for what seemed like forever. He wanted to know more about the young girl in the picture. But how would he get that information in such a short amount of time? If he remembered correctly he only had a few weeks at best to get everything in order. He might as well figure it out when he meets the young girl.
~Present day~
Myrkul somehow bumped into someone. He definitely wasn’t ready for it. Somehow he didn’t land on his ass and barely caught himself. He had steadied himself and stood back up. As he looked up it was girl probably no much older than his daughter. She was roughly the same build with brownish-reddish hair and dark brown eyes. “Ah sorry” he spoke softly. But before he realized it there were more people surrounding the two of them. Another young girl had approached rather quickly and he was a bit dumbfounded as the young girl wanted to talk to him privately. There was no way she was old enough to know about his previous identity as a drug peddler…right? He blinked and turned his attention to the other two people hat had also approached. A young man…he looked familiar but why? He thought about it for a few moments. Ah right, this young man looked very similar to the young lass that he had a picture of thanks to his baby sister. There was a woman roughly around the same age as him looked like they could be family.
He sighed. “I’m alright” he answered the older woman. He wasn’t sure how to respond to the young girl that wanted to speak to him alone. Depending on the conversation, it could go one of two ways. Either the young girl was a threat to be naturalized or she was completely harmless. There was no way for him to tell at this point. “Actually I am a bit lost. It has been quite some time since I’ve come to the city and I am in need of some cleaning supplies” he finally admitted. Even though he would rather not be a part of this crowd it would be better to know where the store was at before he walked around aimlessly for hours on in. He honestly didn't have the time or patience to be lost. He wanted to get in and out of public view quickly. This was probably the easiest way to do it. He had a list that consisted of bleach, utility towels, spray bottles, gloves, and large trash bags. There was other things on his list but he would rather not let every single person see it. If someone was smart enough they would put two and two together and realize he needed these supplies to cover his very bloody trail.
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Post by Kaguya on Sept 22, 2020 11:43:26 GMT -4
◄ "Where the heck did all these people come from?"
In her confusion, she had failed to notice that people were crowding in on poor Myrkul. Perhaps he had a strange, inviting aura. Perhaps everyone was simultaneously interested in his looks. Or, most likely, Kaguya's commotion brought their eyes towards them ("Oh yeah. DEFINITELY that option,"). She was planning to apologize, but he'd already been hounded by...three different people? Jeez, ain't he popular. The other girl straight-up didn't even notice Kaguya! That ticked her off a bit. The student was fond of standing out...in a way that didn't suck, that is.
"I am totally swell, ma'am!" was Kaguya's eager response. They seemed pretty nice. Probably an acquaintance! Except the other guy...was that...ah, no. It looked a bit like Dajh Amare, although they'd definitely seen this fellow drifting around school-in the corners of her eyes-at least once. Was that grounds for a sudden introduction? Hopefully it damn was!
"And apart from being totally swell, I'm also Kaguya Adachi, first-year student at Yuuei! I am pretty sure your son/acquaintance/nephew goes to my school, too! 'Cuz I recognize them, sort of!" Her tone was nervous, yet rather excited, as this would be the first time she met a student in the outside world! Very far from an achievement, but a damn achievement nonetheless.
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Post by Bianca Bellucci on Sept 22, 2020 13:02:02 GMT -4
She stole my heart by showing me nothing more than her smile It's getting crowded fast, isn't it~? Aiming for her dashing stranger and managing to steal his attention but only for a moment, Miss Bellucci couldn't help but feel a sense of annoyance as suddenly she and her handsome target seemed to be swamped in bodies who all appeared to vying for attention to varying degrees, and made her pout for a moment as a result. Maybe I should step my game up~ Shaking her head and opting to dismiss the faces around her, even the one who mentioned being her junior in the school that she attended, in favour of establishing a little bit of intimacy with the man who had caught her eye, and after a smirk she opted to make more of an effort to hold his attention in order to 'drown out the crowd' as it were. After all, she was the type who tended to be a bit pig headed when it came to her interests, especially of a romantic inclination. “Oh gosh, I know how you feel, you see I fear I too find myself lost~?” Peeling her long, dark curls back behind her left ear and smiling as her salty slice seemed to confess to a sense of confusion when it came to his environment, Bianca batted her lashes and leaned in a little closer to him, hoping he might catch the fresh fragrance of the designer scent she was wearing as she aimed to get a better look into those baby blues and smiling as she did so. Gosh, what was it about a brilliantly bright set of eyes among dusky features which could drive a girl wild, huh? “In your eyes, at least~” Letting loose a line that was so clichéd and cheesy once she had the chance that it seemed to have travelled from the province of Parma itself, the dark dish hoped that such silly irony in the line might offer her at least the chance to see her subject smirk if only for a moment, and also helped to cement her interest and praise for him at the same time. “Heeheeheehee, but kidding aside, I was new to the area too recently, so maybe I could help you~?” Also mindful of the fact that he was in a genuine need as well and as such very vulnerable to the charms of a woman who might have been able to help rescue him from his distress, the ebony haired enchantress was eager to offer her own experience in order to aid him find what he wanted, and paid little heed really to the items on the list or the implications of what he needed them for either. Her mind was full of other wickedness at the moment, and as such unable to realize the danger which others might have seen in the figure before her. “Though I might expect a little something from you in return~?” Gleaming with a grin and practically glowing as her sense of excitement got the better of her as well at the prospect of spending some time in the company of a handsome older figure like this, all the same Miss Bellucci was conscious of the fact that she too was here on business and as such guessed that she could hit a pair of birds with a single stone for the two of them when it came to that. After all, what grateful gentleman would be able to refuse a girl like her helping him out, and then returning the favour by visiting her café when it opened in a week's time? Everything was falling into place so perfectly, now wasn't it…? |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2020 21:48:21 GMT -4
Desmoshi smiled at Kaguya who gave her introduction to the group. "Nice to meet you," Desmoshi said with a smile. "I'm Desmoshi Haymaker from 2-A. And this is my aunt, RJ. We were just catching up on some things and thought you guys might need some help over here." Desmoshi wondered where all these students were coming from these days. UA was a wide-known school, but it always surprised him how many people there were that actually had a quirk.
Desmoshi looked at the tall man, who stated that he had to get some supplies and hadn't been in the city for quite some time. And the black-haired girl was new to the area as well. "Well, I will be more than happy to show you around," Desmoshi said replying to the group. "I have learned Musutafu like the back of my hand. Also, I know some people who can get you some of those things at a great price." Was the black-haired girl trying to flirt with him? If she was, Desmoshi was a little bit thickheaded and wouldn't realize it. "So what about, auntie RJ? Want to play tour guide for the day?" He looked up to the tall afro woman waiting for her response.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2020 20:10:34 GMT -4
RJ gave a smile to the young girl that introduced herself. "Kaguya, you say? It's nice to meet you. And yes, Desmoshi is my nephew. My name is RJ Haymaker. It is nice to meet you all." RJ looked at the group before her. It always interesting to see the different types of people that came from different walks of life to make up the human race. And yet at times, it all seemed the same. The quiet man. The love-struck girl. The apologetic, excitable child. All she had seen before, but with different people. The types were all the same yet the faces and emotions were all different. Kind of like how Jeanne and Rin made up her. Two different emotions to make up something new, even if those emotions was just like everyone else.
Desmoshi's suggestion to assist broke her out of her thoughts. She adjusted her visor that hid her three eyes from the rest of the world. "Hmmm. Since there is nothing else to do, I guess we can show them around if they like," RJ answered with a smile. Why not spend the day with some new people? Plus, her patrol was not until later on in the day, so this seemed like a swell idea.
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Post by Myrkul on Oct 19, 2020 19:29:40 GMT -4
Myrkul
Myrkul was a bit surprised on exactly how many people were eager to show him around or well spend time with him as he wonders his way around the town buying cleaning supplies in bulk. He looked at the young students. All of them went to UA the school he sent his own sister too. Yes he smiled a bit remembering his little sister whom he treated as his own daughter. It wasn’t long before he was no longer smiling.
There was definitely a weird vibe from Ms. Bellucci. If Myrkul was right, this girl was hitting on him? She couldn’t much older than his younger sister. There was no way in hell he would bite for something this young. His attention was quickly switched as soon as the familiar family had spoken. They called themselves Haymakers. Now Myrkul had a name or at least a last name to the girl in the photo with Yang.
“Ah you all go to school with my daughter” he said softly. He didn’t go much into detail about who his daughter is and quickly changed the subject. He just needed to point that he had a daughter to hopefully let Ms. Bellucci. “I would very much like anyone’s accompany because I plan on buying several items in bulk” he quickly explained on why he was in Musutafu.
He pulled out the list he complied earlier in the day. Gallons of bleach, scrub brushes, rags, buckets, spray bottles, brooms, plastic drop cloths, trash bags, fertilizer, and gardening tools. He need to deep clean his house before he had any guests that weren’t his baby sister. He also needed to do some maintenance to his garden so he could have enough food for another person.
He had some time to get this done. Or so he hoped. He sighed as he looked at all the people around him. Luckily the young girl named Kaguya wasn’t hurt. He wasn’t hurt either but taking a small spill in public was definitely ego blowing. He just wanted to move on from this encounter and quickly disappear from public view.
Maybe old habits die hard. Being an assassin at one point in his life left him paranoid and he had become a recluse and to be out in public made him have some anxiety. He could only hope no one would notice as he attempted maintain his composure. He definitely didn’t need to spaz and kill people in public. That would definitely expose him.
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Post by Axeldin on Nov 30, 2020 4:04:10 GMT -4
Myrkul 17 exp added to 1,069 exp for a total of 1,086 exp Kaguya 6 exp added to 171 exp for a total of 177 exp Bianca Bellucci 9 exp added to 232 exp for a total of 241 exp @desmoshi 12 exp added to 934 exp for a total of 946 exp @rjhaymaker 9 exp added to 1,184 exp for a total of 1,193 exp 1/2
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Post by Dauwz on Dec 3, 2020 7:50:00 GMT -4
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