Move over, I-no. >>;

"Alright, gringo. Stick out your arm." An extra squirt of Morphine, just for good measure, as Faust reached beneath his paper bag-disguise and adjusted his glasses. "I'm going to give you a shot, but it's just a little prick!" Gracelessly grabbing the shinobi-chan's arm did he stick the needle in, making sure that any and all liquids had made their way into Chipp's veins. "Don't move for about.. oh.. two minutes. It needs to sink in. Then, you won't feel a thing!"

Cackle, cackle.. >>;

[The one-minute Faust. XDDD]

His scarlet eyes widened slightly. Oh crap! Oh crap oh crap oh crap! He just gerked lightly; glancing around him desperately. He was going to be dissected!! Like... like one of those things on one of those nature shows! He did't like that thought at all. No matter how good a doctor Faust was!!

His eyes set upon the two blondes behind him, mouthing 'Heeeelp meee!' to them. He didn't want to be dissected for science ;___;

[Superchipp!!]

She wlaked out of the bedroom, smelling like chocolate, but not as sticky. She looked at them all and pointed at Chipp, eyebrows raised. She sat on the floor and stared at him. Just stared. Date-rape-girl was... CHOOSING ANOTHER TARGET! HOO-HA! She licked the back of her hand. "Hey Axl.. how 'bout a threesome with Chipp?" She said, probably yelling this so everyone could hear.. which she did.

[I-no.. tired.. very very tired.. still horny.. but tired...]

"Oh, Mr.Anji just called me 'good doctor'?" *-* "Yesyesyes, I agree with you, sir! And thank you!"

A look to the shinobi.

"You're the worst patient I've ever had, gringo." Faust stated, pulling out one of the syringes and filling it with anesthetic. "I'm the wrong doctor for your sorts of problems, you know. When you get over this fake-life of yours, let me know." From his little red-cross box he pulled out a set of smaller utensils for dissection, and mercilessly threw Chipp down on the ground beside him. "Now stay still and be a good boy, and if you are, I'll give you some candy..."

In whatever sense one takes his words, you would not want that candy, much less want to make an appointment with this doctor.

[Faust; the witch doctor. >D]

His eyes went flat. Okay. No. He muffled down noiselessly, like a small bird. And he glared at Anji. Gla~re. He wasn't going to be violent, no no no, couldn't be violent... >> so he just glared. Gla~re.

[Chipp should keep hold of his tongue.]

He'd been trying to ignore Chipp's useless shrieking. He couldn't for all the world remember Shinobi-chan as having been that loud in the tournaments. It made even the simple act of thumbing full the bowl of his kiseru, a thin, metal-capped pipe, hard to pay attention to.

With a quiet sidelong glance at the noisemaker, Anji curled his fingers and drew a little electric firefly out of the thin air. "Iwanugahana," he muttered beneath his breath as the little flickering firefly settled on the lip of his pipe's bowl and lit the stuff inside with a spark. He knew Chipp understood Japanese, but when he raised his voice he politely used words that the others there could understand. "Silence is golden."

Anji paused, holding the pipe between his fingers and watching the electric firefly sputter out and die. “Dr. Faust will agree with me.” Won’t you, good doctor?

[- Anji-Mito, Master of Idioms]

He found the bathroom and left his shirt and shoes in a pile on the counter (he couldn't really fold them 'cause that would mean touching them more and the least he touched them the more he could wear them). Then he headed out to find the rest of the group, which wasn't too hard the noise Chipp was putting up. He leaned out the front door to address the group, caramel and chocolate matted hair all stuck to him, a real mess. He had to raise his voice to talk over Chipp's cursing: "Anybody got a spare pair of pants? Knickers?" He shook his head in a vague sort of way to imply anything for the lower half would do.

[Axl; ruined his pants]

He was loud. He was violent. He let out vehement exclaimations so every parent would have to cover their children's ears. He had no manners, no tact, he honestly hadn't much of anything. He twitched slightly as he swung over Faust's shoulder. As much as he feared what Faust would do to him, he feared more what Faust would do to him if he tried to run away. He figured that he'd get some sort of weird-doctor-freaky-weird-freaky punishment.

As stupid as he was -- he wasn't that stupid. So he hung there, twitching. Keeping his mind off the insults that they threw at him. Remember what Master Tsuyoshi said... calm blue ocean! >
[Chipp -- unable to escape... from HIMSELF >O]

Far be it for Anji-Mito to deny anyone (with the possible exception of those such as Potemkin, Sol, or Zato-One1) a place to rest their feet. Shifting the umbrella off of his lap to make room, he lifted his sleeve-covered hand and silently offered Baiken the rest of the Bench. The shade was cool and the view the bench offered of almost everything else that was going on was excellent. One wanted to keep an eye on a group like this while it was up and rampaging, after all.

[- Anji-Mito, less cultured than you think]

"Sure, Mr. Oriental has manners... credible! ^^ ... T_T; Unlike Mr. I-wish-I-were-Oriental." Another sickmaking bounce from that towering height on Faust's shoulder as he finally crouched down in what seemed like a sitting position, opening up his little red-cross box of materials used during surgery. "I sure hope you're hungry, gringo. You see this?" A smirk unseen from beneath the bag as Faust held up a little bottle. "Anesthetic. You won't feel a thing. But if you live another day, you might feel drowsy in the morning..."

"Hey Seikishi!" Did Faust have a nickname for everyone? Turning back to Ky, he acted perfectly sane for a good minute or two, despite the fact he was about to make Chipp turn into a frog in a 5th-grade Science class. "Care to join us? Miss Kuradoberi's cooking!" ... A pause. "And you'd be insane not to give in to all that!"

Not very effective, from the bag-head.

[Faust; Dr. Baldhead the cannibal.]

She nodded at Anji's invitation to buy her a meal. "I'd like that. May I join you at the bench, by the way? There doesn't seem to be a need to be standing around, especially with this group."

[Baiken, who's not refusing]

"You're amazing, Miss Kuradoberi," Anji-Mito told the young woman before she rushed out of his presence. When she was gone, he lowered his umbrella and closed it with a 'fwoomp!' sound. He had absolutely nothing to say to the other small knot of people standing in the street, so that was exactly what he said. The umbrella was shouldered as he stepped off to take a seat on a tree-shaded bench just a bit away from the street itself. Don't think him anti-social; just consider him polite enough not to fill the air with needless chatter.

Anji settled his umbrella across his lap and leaned back against the bench with eyes closed to enjoy the day's atmosphere in peace.

[-Anji-Mito, keeping it in perspective]

Ky thought he had endured many things in his life, many battles and betrayals. He thought he had been prepared for anything and everything. However, witnessing recent events upon entering this house has left him very disturbed to put it mildly. Despite the fact everyone seemed to be having a good time, (the boy with the handkerchief and the girl with the hat were have LOTS of fun, though being a proper and God-fearing young man he couldn't really approve of the session of amour going on next door) he decided to stay in the background and watch some more. Unless he found himself unexpectedly pulled into the fray. He decided he would deal with that when it happened. "But that food does smell good," he thought.

[Ky is decisive]

After a little while he decided he was going to have to move, although moving meant facing the fact that he was a sugar sticky mess, something that was a lot more pleasant in the act than it would be walking around. He shrugged the sensation off as he got his pants on (though he kinda wrinkled his nose as he had to wiggle into them to keep 'em from sticking), gingerly picked up his shoes and shirt, and headed out into the house to find a shower. He had no idea where his underwear went...

Oh man. He didn't have any other pants...

Oh well! It'd work out somehow!

[Victim of drive-by date-rape-girl, Axl]

Jam smirked, "Hmmph. I didn't expect you to give in so easily baghead." She then turned and shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, "I suppose I don't mind cooking you boys a little something. As long as you keep your end of the deal." Jam then gave a glance to Anji, quickly turning back to Faust and his captive, "And it might help you out if you were to take a few lessons from him on manners." She gave Chipp a look upon finishing her last sentence then headed back into the kitchen.

[Jam, tying on the apron]

It was very possible that Anji-Mito was stupid. It was also very possible that he'd make a better ninja than Chipp did; were their situations reversed, instead of screaming like an infant, Anji would have teleported off of Faust's shoulder and to a safe distance. Ah, but what would a humble dancer know about things like that? Surely there was a reason for Chipp's display, such as a lingering, underlying sexual desire to be hung over Faust's shoulder.

...very quietly, Anji resolved to never, ever think about that again.

Instead, he let a smile curve the corners of his mouth and directed his amused black-eyed stare to Faust himself. "If Miss Kuradoberi will have us, I would like to buy a meal for you, Doctor, and your gaijin pet." Anji paused, and then turned his head to include Baiken in the invitation. "And you as well, ma'am." Don't be surprised if Anji never uses a Japanese honorific except in jest. He wasn't here to flaunt his lineage.

[Dr. Anji-Mito, Shinobi Extraordinaire]

"Is this here cracker hungry?" Faust joked, bouncing Chipp a bit on his shoulder (which, from the height Baldhead stood at, would scare the piss out of someone). "I don't know about him, but chicken teriyaki sounds good to me, right?"

...oh yeah! and also..

"Make sure this here shinobi gets lots of food, so when I dissect him, I can see it!" Cacklecackle.

[Faust... still Faust. o_o;]

...

...

He stared very flatly at Anji; very, very, very flatly. He was slung over Faust's shoulder like a bag on Santa Claus. He suddenly felt violated. Very, very violated.

Anji was stupid. Twitch.

must ... keep ... anger ... inside ...!!

[Chipp iz dum <3]

Just before Chipp was snatched up and flung over Faust's shoulder (a lofty height to hang from!) Anji-Mito let his lashes fall half lidded and pressed his forefinger against his lips, gazing placidly at Chipp. Shhhh.... Serenity. It would get shinobi-chan further than his wailing and frantic motion.

[Odoriko-san: Anji]

"I'll believe you, gringo, when I'm sane. Oi, and would you stop moving around! It's hard to keep hold of you that way!" Rolling his eyes (or one eye, from what the others could see), he hoisted Chipp up and draped him over his shoulder, paying no attention to what the ninja had to say. Looking down at Jam with a smile not noticable from underneath the bag, he said, "I believe everyone here wants you to cook. After all, you're the best... tell you what, if you cook for me and mister Wanna-be here, I'll buy you all the ice cream you want!"

[Faust, genki! o_x;]

But he really wasn't Japanese. He was just stupid.

[Stupid Chipp]

He was Japanese! >E of course he was Japanese, he insisted upon being Japanese (though no one really tended to believe him.) He flailed madly, not used to being a doll to someone much taller then him. Someone who had a bag over their head. He didn't even get his icecream!!

Wait, he didn't need icecream, he was a big boy. Dangit >< He continued flailing until puffing up indigantly. "Whatcha all starin' at!? I ain't no damn kook show! Lemme go!!"

Remember what master said. Calmblueocean, calmblueocean, calmblueocean, calmblueocean, calmblueocean, calmblueocean...

[Chipp is confused about his nationality @___x]

A shadow bothered to fall over Jam.

The shadow fell from the umbrella Anji was holding passively overhead. He gave Chipp a Look that to the normal world was best described as blank, but to a truly perceptive person could be read as calculating and then dismissive. Nothing hurt his ears more than hearing an Occidental voice mangling Japanese. Anji was going to stand behind Jam like he was a supportive and old friend while she accosted the Good Doctor because he was not only more hungry than the rest but also more polite and willing to pay for his meal.

Besides that, Jam was the best; her food was worth waiting for.

[Anji-Mito, paitently waiting his turn.]

"Eh?" Jam popped her head out of the kitchen where she was, GASP, already busy cooking! Hoorah! She blinked a few times and stared as Faust shook Chipp around violently, then headed towards him. She poked Faust in the chest a few times and looked up at him, "You want me to cook for you, hmm? After you left me here and went for ice cream with out me?" She gave him one last poke for good measure.

[Jam, with a rather slow response]

She frowned as she spotted Faust chasing after her, which really wasn't hard to see, carrying Chipp. "I'm not your mother nor a person to complain to, go find her yourself. I'll be more sensible and go buy some food and a drink."

She took another look at Chipp and wondered if she should help him, since he seemed to be struggling to get out Faust's grasp, but decided it was his problem to get out of. "I really don't know how stating you are Japanese will help you in that situation."

[One of the few that have sanity, Baiken]

He was waved around like a rag doll -- too and fro and back again. He felt like the stuffing was going to burst out of him. Who was this stupid man anyway!? Why was he tolerating this!? He managed to make what looked like a rather gumpy face as he was being waved around.

"Oi oi!! Kowaii no Oyaji -- Ore wa Nihon-go!! NEE-HONN-GOU!!" He announced loudly, though his voice was interrupted by the violent waving of the man with the bag of over his face. u___u He felt seriously violated.

[Your lovely cuddle doll; Chipp.]

He felt good. He felt really good. That was, in a word, the most damn amazing thing he'd seen in years. That wasn't 'a word'. He didn't care. He was sticky head to foot, out of breath, and he felt great. (Mmm... caramel...)

[Axl, lying on the floor]

And through all of this Anji-Mito had stayed in the low-key, quiet background. He had done little things, like pluck at his sleeves when he perceived them to be wrinkled, or maybe shifted his weight from one foot to the other, but he hadn't said a word. All the while he kept careful track of each person and categorized him or her in his own peculiar way. Forgive him, but he's still young, so the categories went something like:

Axl-Low: Tall, blue-eyed, blond-haired = Very good. Probably dirty, though.

Baiken: Pretty, scary, and very legit = Nice to look at from a distance.

Faust: Pretty scary. No comment.

And so forth. I-no in particular had caught his interest, both because he'd never seen her before and because robust personalities were naturally attractive to people as quiet as Anji himself was. In the end, he gathered up his blue umbrella and ducked out the door with it. Under the shade of his traditionally Japanese parasol Anji-Mito separated himself from the noise and the crowd and headed off to buy lunch. He was starving.

[Anji-Mito, dancing out of harm's way]

Upon reaching the house did Faust and a dragged-along-Chipp catch the sounds of what would make a nice porn video. "CHRIST, Someone hand those two some condoms!" He exclaimed before finding Baiken, and chasing after her with the American still clutched tight. "Mizz lady! Mizz lady? I'm hungry." He complained to her for no real reason. "Do you know where that brown-haired girl went? She better start cooking!"

[Faust, hungrier than before.]

Walks by the house, after walking around half of the town. Hears the rather understated "loud" noises and walks away, faster. "It's probably best that I don't know what's going on in there or associate with those people in the house, from now on."

[Baiken, who doesn't want to know]

So,
they made it back to the house where the deeds would be done. But of course, this was a 'bad' thing in the eyes of the public, and we wouldn't want some child to stumble upon this and corrupt them, now would we? No.. "Yes!" ... Sorry that one slipped from the censors. Moans, groans, and sounds of stickiness could be heard within a ten block radius. So, Axl, how's that for really good sweet n' loud sex? XD~

[I-no.. the naughty girl]

"Time doesn't matter if it's time well spent." He took the tub in hand obidiently, feelin' pretty good. Beautiful lady. Ice cream condiments. Ten minutes. He could work with that.

[Axl, having a great day]

"I like you, Mr. Low.. please.. call me I-no.." She wlaked to the counter and asked the zit faced ice cream boy. "I want a gallon of chocolate syrup and a gallon of caramel to go please.." She crossed her legs and gave the ice cream boy a sultry smile. She paid and then handed a gallon to Axl. "It's a pity this will only last us about five to ten minutes.." Pout.

[I-no, smiling like no tomorrow]

"Oh dear.. seem to not want ice cream here anymore." Faust looked around like a curious puppy at the people who had started to leave because of him. And, much to Chipp's dismay, he was still talking.. and still hitting him with a now opened umbrella. "Tell you what, mister Americana-man, we'll go find the cook that showed up at our door and get her to make something!" Against the other's will, Faust dragged Chipp back to the house in search of Jam. "I could really use some teriyaki right about now!"

[Faust, hungry. Still.]

...and the sputter of incoherency could be heard for fifteen miles.

[Chipp; defensive over his sexuality.]

Wow. Wow again. This woman put it on heavy. What was he supposed to do? He didn't have money for ice cream. And she was gorgeous. She was really gorgeous. "Why don't we share a cone and take the caramel sauce back." He wasn't sure if that's where his train of thought had been going before he opened his mouth. But now that he brought it up, it wasn't a bad idea! (He hadn't seen his girlfriend in five years. What was he supposed to do?)

[Axl is only a man, and he's still smilin']

She walked into the ice cream parlor with Axl, holding his and smothering herself all of him.. kissing him.. doing bad bad bad things.. you know.. things that would get them there at least 5 hours later. Ha! She looked around innocently and looked to Axl. "What d'you have in mind, Love?" Wink wink.

[I-no with the underwear parade, and the man with multiple orgasms]

"Gay? Well I'm sure a happy person, but ---" He stopped. No wait, did Chipp mean the 'other' gay? Another plan to scare the gringo shitless! Leaning down to meet the other's gaze did he mutter in a mock-suggestive voice, "What're you doin' tonight?" before straightening out and cackling insanely.

[Faust... so happy and gay. XD]

He twitched. "Don' look at me like that." He muttered, "weirdo." Faust was the weirdest of the weirdos. Like, more of a weirdo then that guy in a skirt. And that was pretty freaking weird. Faust scared everyone. He tried not to let it get to him -- nope, nope, nope...

His brow twitched again. It wasn't working!! "Thinkin' a' impalin' me wit' all these people here! Don' tell me yer gay too." ...and that you collect teacups... >>;;

[Chipp -- still wants strawberry icecream...]

"Well I could stop hitting you with it, but there are other things I could do!" Not meant in a dirty way, Faust opened his umbrella in broad daylight and walked around as if it were about to rain, despite the fact that there wasn't a cloud in the sky. "I could impale you with it," He made a move in Chipp's direction as if he were about to attack him. "Gouge your eyes out with it," And again.. "Put it over your head," ..And again.. "Or shove it up your..." Faust took a look around, finally, to find that many people had lost their appetites to what he had said. "My, look at all of these people! What fun!"

[Faust.. >>; big weirdo.]

Underwear was a sacrifice he was willing to make if the beautiful lady felt inclined to take a trophy. He straightened, glancing back over his shoulder, putting a hand on his hip and still grinning like a kid playin' with a matchbook. "That sounds like an offer I can't pass up." Mainly because he didn't have enough money for ice cream.

[Axl: He's got cute underwear]

Itai. Itai. Itai!

      ...ITAI!!

He grumbled a little, following the nine-foot man rather cautiously, the usual spiked hair falling flat into his eyes. He was not a happy Chipp (when was he EVER a happy Chipp?) He growled and flailed ungracefully, tipping to the side. "WOULDJA STOP HITTING ME WITH THAT @#$%*!& THING?!"

Oh! Icecream! His interest was peeked until he caught the last words with a *gerk*. Dissection!? He sputtered incoherency.

Why was he here again?

[Chipp; "why does my life suck?"]

Of course I-no had to take advantage of the oppurtunity. She waved Axl's little UK boxers on a little pole, like a little flag. Then felt the hand on her shoulder. "Nyerk?" Question mark appeared above her head. "How about ice cream now? And can we have fun with the condiments, honey?"

[I-no; Hiding in the ice cream parlor.. and is able to rape at the speed of light..]

"Yes, mister I-Think-I'm-Turning-Japanese. And this weirdo is following the one-minute-girl to get some ice cream." Amidst the odd stares from any passerby did he walk proudly with the paper bag on his head, occasionally flailing about his umbrella so that it hit Chipp in the head. Making sure that their newcomer wouldn't quite follow, Faust decided to freak him out even more. "Eat all you want. I'll dissect you later to see how it looks!"

[Faust the weirdo. :D]

He followed out of the alley way a little behind, looking kinda shakey on his feet with a really big smile. (Wow.) Then he realized he only had one arm into his vest. Oh. He fixed that. (Wow...) This was one of those stories he wasn't going to tell his girlfriend when he got back home. He headed into the shop behind her, heading foward to look over the tubs in the big glass topped freezers. He paused next to I-No, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Axl. It's Axl Low." He flashed a big dumb grin and went over to order himself some ice cream.

[Axl -- feelin fine!]

Yeah...

Okay...

...

Why was he here again? He offered Faust a blank stare before a scarlet eye lifted into a twitch. Oddly, icecream didn't sound like a bad idea. "Yer a freakin' weirdo."

...and that was that.

[Chipp wants strawberry icecream.]

"Look at that! She cheated on me!" The insanely insane (>>;) Faust pointed towards I-no with that six-foot scalpel of his, a constant reminder to anyone that even trying to fight him wasn't a good idea. Baldhead-san was Can-Of-Whoopass-san! >O
Then turning to Chipp and Jam, he tossed the scalpel away nonchalantly only to hear a crash behind him. "We were going out for ice cream, but our friendly neighborhood rapist hath stolen the britishman. I wouldn't trust her, really. Not here. Don't try the whip cream while they're at it."

>>... <<... .. ookaaayyy...

[Faust... not a wench. XD]

"Date what?!" Twitch twitch, flail. "I never said anyone could come along! I'm going to stick that umbrella so far up your ass.. you won't even be able to fix yerself, Baggy Boy!" Trudges out the door and grabs the other boy by the arm, dragging him along. "Hi.. I'm I-no.. what's your name?" Drags Axl. "..you're kinna' cute.." Take in the back alley and molests him. Dusts off hands and walks to the ice cream shop. "I-no one.. everyone else.. negative sixty.. nine.." Giggle giggle. "Now who's date-rape-girl!" Snicker snicker.

[The Artist formally known as I-no, known as Date-rape-girl]

He wondered why all the idiots usually gathered in one place. It didn't seem to occur to him that he was gathered along with the idiots (only pointing to the obvious conclusion). The door was left open, and he could see the silhouette of the auburn haired girl in the doorway.

It was the wench!

His brow twitched, he placed his hands behind his head -- and with that, he scooted nonchallantly toward the open door. Why he decided to join these people... it was like he mystery of the tootsie pop -- how many licks DOES it take to get to the center? The world will never know.

[The amazingly speedy Chipp-chan makes an appearance!! (though certainly not a discreet one)]

"Ehem." Jam raised an eyebrow at the group before her as she walked up towards the open door. "What are you all doing?" She quickly shoved her way into the house and looked them all over. "And where are you going? Ne?"

(OOC: Sorry it took me so long to post! *dies*)

[Jam, finally making the scene]

"Alright! The more the merrier!" While indiscreetly pointing towards I-no, Faust leaned in towards Axl and muttered something nearly inaudible with that paper bag on his head. "Best watch out for that lady, you know. She's a real pill." And then, standing up again did his voice return in full. "Alright, who's with us? Date-rape-girl." He snapped, pulling I-no over to the doorway. "Come on, we're going!"

[Faust.. >>; again! xD]

He nearly jumped as the big bag-headed man swung open the door ('cause he'd been leaning in to try and hear what he was yelling). He raised a brow and a big, dumb grin spread over his face. "Ice cream? Sure, sounds great!" Kinda abrupt, but he didn't have anything else to do today... Friendly people. At least nobody looked dead.

[Axl; Whoa!]

"Fwee!! The British are coming! The British are coming!" Faust made a mad dash for the door and hastily swung it open with a force that would knock it of its hinges...but didn't. "What are you doing? I'm about to go for ice cream with little 'Mrs.Robinson' here." A fake-cough as he pointed towards I-no. "You can come with us, but I'm not paying. She is."

[Faust... just Faust. o_O]

From the street, he could hear the sound of the explosion. He stopped short, drew himself up and eyed the house askance............Yeah, all right, probably a good idea to make sure nobody was dead in there. He nodded to himself. Then, a little cautious, he headed to ring the doorbell. (He didn't like blowing up...)

[Axl ....feeling curious...]

"In the bedroom? ..." >>; He paused, not quite knowing what to make of her words, but didn't seem to care all too much. "Why would you eat it there?.. You're a very wierd lady, you know." Snickering, he closed his umbrella and thwapped her lightly on the head with it before bouncing off. "Let's go, but you're paying!"

[Faust the freeloader]

FLAIL! ..and then fall! "GET OFF OF ME, BAG BOY!" Glare glare glare. "You're worse than a six year old boy on a sugar high." Grumble grumble. Then her womanly intuition popped into her mind. "Ice cream..? You want it -that- bad?" Smirk smirk smirk. "How about in the bedroom, Fausty Wausty?" Wink wink.

[I-no.. the pissed]

Coughcough. Twitch. Pause. "Did someone say... ice cream?" *-* "I'M COMIIIIIING!* He latched onto I-no, umbrella, first aid kit and all. Thus, with his size and weight, bringing I-no to the ground. "You're paying, ne? I'm not paying. I just want ice cream." Insane laughter followed.

[Faust, hungry]

Moves away from the bomb and glares at Faust. "Idiot." Bows her head to Anji-Mito, in the same way as he had. "I'm going to go look around this town, rather than stay in an empty room all day." Takes her sake bottle with her and exits out of the empty room.

[Baiken.. outta here]

*Watches I-no exit* "Ice cream and a hermaphroditic yo-yo boy? I almost desire an explanation." *Ponders what he just said* "Nevermind, I don't think I do..."

Stares at them all likes their nuts. "What on earth are you people talking about?" Sticks her arms at her sides. "I'm going out for ice cream.. and yo-yo hermaphrodite boy is -not- coming with me.." Huffs off.

[I-no; The dazed]

"Well gosh, neither can I!" Faust laughed, and then opened his umbrella, saying, "If I were you, I'd watch my head, because in about three seconds... well.." Checking his watch, Baldhead-san suddenly cowered under the safety of his umbrella and said. "I hope you like toast!" And while he cackled insanely, the bomb that he had thrown landed, and didn't hesitate to explode.

[Faust ... evil. >>;]

"There are worse ways to treat a lady," came a quietly refined voice from behind Faust, where a young man stood in the doorway, with a closed umbrella in one hand and inquisitive, self-amused smile on his face. "But I can't think of any at the moment." Anji-Mito paused for a moment and turned his eyes to Baiken--or what he could see of her around Faust--and bowed his head respectfully, as one equal to another.

[Anji-Mito, who can sneak up on you even in geta.]

"Well that's oookaaayyy!!" Cacklecacklecackle. Pulling out his umbrella again, he poked her right in the middle of her chest and said, "Do you have a lovely bunch of coconuts?" Before laughing insanely again and throwing some random object up into the air.

[Faust; a dirty old man?]

Glares at the man through her right eye and pulls her sake bottle away. "I don't give out my sake and especially wouldn't, to such a mindless fool, as yourself."

[Baiken; someone's looking for a death wish..]

"I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts - there they are a standing in a row," Faust flew in on his umbrella, all Mary Poppins-like, singing in a voice that should never be sounded. "Big ones, small ones, some as big as YOUR HEAD!" Cacklecacklecackle... and, looking right to Baiken's cleavage... "There are two right there, ne?" o_o! "Is that sake? SAAAAAAKEEEEEEE!" GLOMP! "GIVE, GIVE!!"

[Faust; hey, it was too quiet!]

"IIIEEE!! CHI--CHIGAU!" The blush only deepened to a crimson shade when Baiken entered, because an adolescent boy such as Bridget.. at his age... looked straiiiight at the cleavage. "She was harassing me! I tried to stop her but noooooo. She kept on with it!"

[Bridget: the only boy in the room.. for now.]

Walks into the room. "Am I interrupting something?" Smirks as she holds her sake bottle, which was quite good. That blush on that.. person's face seems quite interesting to talk about. "Not much to do in an empty room, it would seem. Unless there's something going on between you two, would there?"

[Baiken with a bottle of sake *_*]

"Eh...no boyfriend. No way." Bridget blushed before beginning to play with his Yo-Yo again. So what if it was a kid's toy? It was loads of fun! Not to mention, it's his weapon! "So, what're you doing here? Get lost?"

[Bridget... at least the worst is over.]

Rolls around on the floor laughing. "Promised land?!" stands up and pats him on the head. "That's a new one.. saving it for your boyfriend, aye?" Wink wink. "Or for me? when you get a little older?" A quick peck on the cheek should scare the boy. Such an.. odd lady this one was.

[I-no the amused]

"Um...thanks...for getting the yo-yo, I mean! Not the... you know... touching my..." He hated anything perverted to talk about.. kind of like the word he was having trouble saying just then. "My promised land!" Way to go, loser. --;

[Okay, so even if Bridget did like it, so what?! >>;]

... eyebrow quirk, head tilt. "Don't tell me you didn't like it." Wink wink. She smiled and looked out the window and grabbed it from the hanging tree branch. "Here.. don't expect anything else." She patted his 'thingy' again. "Just don't hit anyone in the eye with that.."

[I-no; The Violator.. reffering to the yo-yo]

"What are you doing?!" He took a few steps back and crossed his ankles, putting his hands clasped in front of him. "You know, you scared me when you came in, thus causing me to throw the yo-yo away in fear!" Hey... he was a good liar, ne? "And so, you should get it as your way of saying sorry! Not only that, but you just..." He looked down for a few seconds. "Eeeeww... nastyyy..."

[Bridget feeling violated]

Confused. Very much so. "What's in it for me?" Taps foot on the ground thinking, 'Is this a boy... or a girl.. maybe I shoul lift up it's dress.' "What the hell.." Walks over and lifts up the dress, and pats around. "Get it yourself.. Boy.." Irritated Glare.

[I-no; Who will be a dominatrix]

Inwardly thinking I don't wanna be dominated... and seeking refuge in his cuteness of a dress did he cough a few times and make gestures towards the broken window, which was... well...broken. What a scary lady... does she always talk like this? "Miss lady, can you get me my yo-yo?" Big wide puppy face! "Pppleeeaaassseeee?"

[Bridget : A dominatrix?! Let's go into tourist mode and take pictures!]

"Their such a seemingly useless things, you know?" Grumble Grumble." In reality, they're just fun to play with. Don't get me wrong, I love to see them squirm in pain after I have my way with them. But, you see.. whenever a man does that to a woman, their a 'player'.. when a female does it.. their a bitch. Guess that makes me a really big bitch, no?" Cackle. "How great am I?" Waiting for her answer.

[I-no contemplating the male race.. going off on a rant]

"Koko ha...doko nan' da?" Bridget-kun... yes, -kun... pouted while looking around the emptied room. "Someone here? It's no fun by myself!" Idly toying with his yo-yo and staring around at expensive-looking Japanese furniture until suddenly his yo-yo slipped out of his grasp, knocked over an antique vase, and crash! Went out the window. "... My yo-yo... THIS ISN'T FAIIIRRRR!!!" ;-;

[What?! Bridget and no yo-yo?! HIDOIIII!!]

_____________updates


A new layout! Whoo! I think this one's better on the eyes, ne? ^^ Anyway, I still encourage people to join... let's put some life into this party, ne? ^^!!

Updates:
Welcome our new Chipp, Axl, Anji and Millia. ^^v Wahoo! Many spots are still open and I'm looking for people to join, so hurry up before the spots are gone. Ya snooze, ya lose!

PS. People, stop asking to play Ky. He's NOT open anymore! x_x; *sicks Inuki on them*

___________the cast, so far

A spirited woman and a devoted martial artist. Her femininity has been suppressed in the wake of her supreme goal. Gets in fights over tiny matters; shoots first and asks questions later. Holds her beliefs firmly, and will argue with anyone who disagrees with her to the bitter end. At the same time, though, she is capable of changing her mind if she's obviously wrong.

Deadly serious, honest in work, truthful with others and devout in his morals. A firm believer in justice, eternally trying to help those weaker than himself. At the same time, he possesses a fragile mind that quickly erupts when he encounters anyone who breaks his rules or disrupts his order. In other words, he has a hard time dealing with freedom, a fact he has yet to realize.

Annoying, self-centered, conceited and every bit a sore loser. Treats herself with kid gloves, but rains down hatred upon anyone weaker or more indecisive than her. (Rock stars, though, are excepted from this.) Although she may seem hung up on all the ideals she holds dear, she is actually a stark realist, able to look at things from a more ironic perspective. She uses this to hide her true self from others. Her singular battle style is a result of harsh observation and a strong belief that her way, and only her way, is the best.

He was regarded as the finest physician in more than a hundred years. With a gentle personality and deft surgical skill, the doctor was respected thoughout the world. One day, however, a girl under his care died mysteriously during surgery. Some said the girl's death was orchestrated by jealous colleagues, but the shock drove the doctor mad. He embarked on a violent serial-killing spree and murdered an untold number of people before finally being captured...

A mysterious woman whose identity is unknown, I-no talks to men with words of temptations that no man can resist, and laughs in her heart as she enjoys watching their reactions. I-no will poke her face into anything or anywhere she has interest in.

Just as his fighting style is smooth and dancelike, his actions are dictated more by feeling than by logic. His character is a combination of movement and silence. A straightforward man, he worries little of future consequences before acting-not because of optimism, but simply because he rarely thinks things through enough. Has little sense of justice, but isn't hung up about fighting against what rubs him. Enjoys playfully needling people as a way to seem friendly.

Millia Rage :: played by Sharde

A cold, reticent woman, nothing ever appears to interest her. Indifferent towards her feminine side, perhaps because of her assassin upbringing. Sees everything in terms of black or white, and rarely makes a wrong decision. Although her mind is like a machine, there is still a little human left in her, and she is tormented inside by the recluse she has become.

Axl Low :: played by Pineapple

The eternal optimist. Rarely thinks deeply about matters, believing that everything works out eventually. His lust for amour knows no bounds. He does have the ability to calmly examine and solve problems, but that's just not his style. A kind man by nature, he can never find it in his heart to kill anyone-not even the most evil of villains.

Chipp Zanuff :: played by Roni

Short in patience and long in fighting spirit. Takes a survival-of-the-fittest approach to life, and looks for the easy way out of everything except fighting, where his strategies are always exceptionally well thought out. Often flies into rages over trifling matters, although he's been working hard to hold his temper in check under his former master's admonitions. Wishes he could get himself to help others more often. Has a keen interest in Japanese culture from his former master, and possesses an image of that country that has little to do with reality.

Sol Badguy :: played by Calico Kat

Sullen and unrefined; only speaks to others when absolutely necessary.This is reflected in everything he does, and his fighting moves, while rough and unpolished, are executed with absolute precision. Not a friendly man, but not an inherently evil one.

________ wanna join the group?


Alright fellas, listen up! There's not much to joining, just drop me a line with the character you wanna be (if the character you want is on the list below, then s/he is still available), your name, and an optional e-mail address or web url to link to you from here. Please, before joining, have a general idea of your chosen character and of the Guilty Gear storyline. Now, for the don't's. When you get the password to post here, do not go changing the password. Do not go changing the HTML, and do not go editing others' posts! The RPG will start when two or more people are signed up. Thank you! ^^;

List of those still available:

Bridget
Dizzy
Johnny
Justice
May
Potemkin
Slayer
Testament
Venom
Zappa
Zato-1one

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Down the rabbit hole. She's late, she's late, and you won't believe her fate! It's Miyuki-chan in wonderland!
Oro? Kenshin. RPG. Blog. Nuff said.
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Tower of Babel. And the people built a tower and named it babel. Tokyo Babylon, dur!
Release! What kind of Clow Card is this? Sakura's at it again!!
Rose tinted glasses. Weiss and Schwarz and Schreient, oh my!! Check out the Weiss Kreuz RP log!
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