OoC: Amie, co-maintainence is fine with me, what do you think, Mariko?

[Ky style.]

(OOC: Aw, don't give the blog up! ;_; This is like my fav blog to post at! But yea.. I have a domain also, so if you needed any more help then, uh... yea. I have a domain. ^^;;; Maybe we could be like co-maintainers Inuki? XD)

[Jam-ish]

(OoC: Mariko, I can host your images on my site. I have a domain with plenty of room. If that sounds good to you let me know. I'd be afraid to take over the blog I'm afraid it may end up like mine which is noone really posts in T_T)

[Ky=free webspace.]

(OoC: Is anyone willing to take over this blog? I'm pissed; the images are slowly beginning to delete themselves and I'm just not caring to update every day. Someone want to run it from now on?)

[Faust-mun: Sayonara?]

"Hey! Excuse me!" Jam shoved past Ky and quickly walked towards the door which Baiken was trying to leave through. "Don't you think you're forgetting something, miss?" She shoved her hand out towards her, "Hmmm? Well?" She was sick of these ungrateful customers, and as much as she didn't mind them leaving, she wasn't about to be cheated out of her pay.

[an irritated Jam]

Baiken watched the group, a tad bit bored by now. She really needed a good drink, tonight. "There should be a bar or some place to buy a drink, around here.." She got up from the table and made her way to the door.

[Baiken, off to the drinks]

"For the two of you?" Jam paused for a moment, the drug addict hadn't eaten much, and she was torn between continuing with her nicer streak or charging the blonde full price. She debated this for awhile, then looked back at Ky. He hadn't given her any trouble, and he had removed the passed out Chipp from her table... "1,875¥." Jam then turned to Anji, graciously taking the money from his hand. She gave him a slight smile, he had turned out to be one of the decent ones, much to her amazement. She quickly shoved the money into her cleavage, thinking it the safest spot, and turned back around to face Ky again. While she waited Jam eyed Sol and the 2 Axls, letting out an annoyed sigh.

[Jam, in a decent mood]

He was busy working on the ham, and knew inevitably Jam was going to set her price wherever she felt like it, and knew, inevitably, he'd have the cash on hand to pay for it. Living from bounty to bounty, it was almost like not working at all. There was the thrill of the hunt for maybe a week if the target was lucky--or particularly good at hiding--and then the unsatisfying simple 'thwump' of the capture. Or 'shluck', if he got to go for the kill. Between thwumping and shlucking, the thrills were scarce. The money at his level was good, but the money, it didn't much impress him. And then there was living, day to day… There was a difference from the tournament indeed, something more sedentary in his pace. No less confidant, but lacking the focus, and in the focus the drive. It was all too damn easy, short of his ultimate goal. Easy as picking a fight with Anji or Jam. Why bother? He didn’t have anything against them beyond the general way he wasn’t interested in their company. Was the forty-five seconds it’d keep him busy worth getting that worked up? Nah. But now he had moon cakes. No shabby way to finish off a meal. Might have been more leisurely eating if he wasn’t keeping a wary eye on Axl. Both of them.

[Sol -- he can do you for that Anji, with a little incentive]

It was one of the rare times that Anji carried cash. He excused himself from Sol's presence by sliding his dessert over in front of the Gear in lieu of an apology for lack of heartfelt goodbye and carefully counted out the price of his meal and a hefty tip for Jam. It was always truly wise to give Jam a good tip and then, as you were putting it in her hand, smile and claim warmly, "The extra is for your good company." Anji bowed just so to the young waitress, (Not so young really, only a year less than Anji himself,) and added, "Good luck. Keep Axl away from your money."

[-Anji-Mito, who liked Sol's eyes red and gold better.]

Ky softly crept back into his room and quietly shut the door. He stared down at the sleeping Chipp thinking of what to do next. He thought about trying to get Chipp back to his own room, but then figured that might be more trouble than it was worth. However, there was only one drawback to having Chipp sleep in his room; Ky would have to sleep next to him. There were no other pieces of furniture in their rooms, and the floors were all uncarpeted, which made sleeping on the floor a very uncomfortable experience. "Oh well," Ky thought, "This might bring about an uncomfortable situation in the morning, considering he'll have no idea where he is when he wakes up, but we'll cross that bridge when we get to it." Ky also figured it best he wore his trousers to bed as well. Chipp may not appreciate him sleeping the way he normally did.

Ky gently lifted Chipp up and pulled the blankets out from underneath him, then laying them over him. He nudged Chipp over a few inches and then slid in next to him. He laid his head down and then he immediately sat back up. "Mon Dieu, I forgot to pay Mademoiselle for dinner," he thought. Taking his wallet from the nightstand he slipped out of bed and tiptoed to the door. He looked back on Chipp who was still out cold and silently shut the door behind him. He hurried upstairs to the kitchen and knocked on the door, "Mademoiselle Jam, how much do Monsieur and I owe you for your wonderful dinner?"

[Ky, half-dressed and it's waay past bed-time.]

Jam poked her head out the door upon hearing her name, then looked up at Anji, "Ah.. it'll be 1,400¥." Since Anji was also on her good list, she decided not to be too horrible with the price. Though, the others wouldn't be so lucky. Jam then exited the kitchen and walked towards the man, giving him a slight bow, "Thanks for the business!" Jam was a lot of things, but ungrateful wasn't one of them.. Most, well, some of the time.

[Jam, always the courteous o_O]

Thunk.

He fell ungracefully back unto the young knight's bed, an eyebrow quirked dumbly at the ceiling (almost as if it were making some sort of pass at him). It was a very pretty ceiling, he had to say (or think, for that matter). Despite the apparent beauty of the wall above him (and the fact that he probably could sit and glare at it skeptically all day) -- he could feel a strange tingling sensation announce its presence in the tips of his limbs.

It was almost as weird as that doctor; but not without pleasantness. His face broke into a lopsided grin. Life was good. Life was very, very good. And before the ninja could think another thought, he was lulled to sleep by the whiteness of the ceiling.

[Goodnight sun. Goodnight moon. Goodnight Chipp.]

A mischevious gleam in Baldhead's eye as he noticed two instead of one. Reaching back for his surgical utensils did he look them over, not being able to tell the difference between the good and the bad. Both had blonde hair. Both had the Union Jack get-up. Both. Had. MAJOR. ACCENTS!

"When you're done deciding which one's the bad one," Faust said, not caring much, but having a good idea because one of them was taking the slutty-Gear's treats. "Can I dissect him?" Puppy act... although that wasn't a good plan, when you have a bag on your head.

[Faust, wanting to dissect again.]

Every storm has an eye, and right now the eye was either Faust or Anji, and one thinks Anji ought to have the title since he's not prone to throwing explosives. He tore his attention away from studying the weird and puzzling changes that'd taken place in Sol since the tournaments and refocused it the new storm front: Axl.

For a while, Anji stared at the blond British thug while I-no stepped up to protect her territory. Then he squinted and removed his glasses. "Two of them," he murmured by way of explanation and cleaned the lenses on his sleeve. When the glasses went back on his nose, he was horrified to see that there were still two of them.

"Miss Kuradoberi? Please tell me what I owe you for this meal, beside my obvious and extreme thanks. I should probably leave now."

[-Anji-Mito; Horrified]

I-no looked up to Bad Axl and raised an eyebrow. She stood up and walked over, her sultry steps were deep and fluid. She looked at him with those fierce eyes and placed a hand on her hip.

"Do.. you need a lesson in reading?"

She pointed to the bag and then the writing. Obviously he did if he didn't understand the menaing

TOUCH AND DIE

I-no was a woman of her word... in some cases. "I could certainly teach you.." She smiled a seductive smile and tapped the Bad Axl on the shoulder.

[I-no needs a London Axl rug...]

Jam smirked at Faust, "Of course you do." For the time being, the baghead was one of the few people on her good list, and until she had gotten more compliments on her cooking, everyone else would stay on her 'Never cook for them again' list. The same goes for the people who kept walking through her kitchen. She had let it slide when the woman with the funny hat had gone through, but now the British man was in there screwing around with something. Jam had had it. She marched back into her kitchen, shoved Axl out, bag & all, then quickly slammed the door shut. Now she could eat in peace.

[Jam.. about to snap]

He opened his eyes as the tray thunked down against the table before him, sitting up in his chair as if a returning tension in his muscles was suddenly drawing him in from the half-sprawl he'd fallen into. He eyed the meat in such a manner that a bystander would nearly leap to the conclusion that he was going to set into it in some utterly bestial fashion before picking up the fork and knife set out previously for the now departed Chipp. It was a massive chunk of meat to attack with such small utensils, but success was all measured in angle and pressure, and Sol, as a swordsman, had in long practice keened a sense for that. If he thought he owed Jam any thanks, he must have thought Faust covered it. (Actually, in fact, he didn't think he owed Jam any thanks at all. Just owed her money.)

He kept a wary eye on Axl, strangely dressed, departing from the kitchen. Comin' from arguing with himself? He'd heard it clear enough, though from his seat he didn't have a good view of the adjoining room. The time displaced Londoner got f*cking stranger every time he ran into him.

[Perfectly content to stick to eating, Sol]

In the kitchen creepy-crawly
Came a'lurking the British blond dolly
Towards the sight of a paper bag of treats
Because junk food was all that Bad Axl eats

"Stop that!" Now, Good Axl was all in for a good rhyme as much as anything, but not one that lead to sneaking out something that belonged to someone else. Garbed in his wintery blue and white UJ outfit, he pointed dramaticaly at Bad Axl, who had I-No's bag of snacks in his hands.

Bad Axl, ajoined now in his dashingly devilish red and black colors, smiled a grin of cattiness that would make Bridget proud. "Ganders ganks, losers wank." B.A. snickered and attemtped to make off with the bag right into the common room, not minding anyone to see a crime in progress. After all, what's evil if no one can see it?

[Axl-Low, the new Doublemint Twins]

Penguin-pace obviously didn't take the mini-Faust far, because I-no had gone and come back with a bag of snacks and all it could manage to do was bump into her, and BAM! bai, Faust no chibi..

The real, nowhere near chibi, Faust was still sitting at the table and looked to Jam with a starry flourescent eye as she announced that dessert was to be served. "Food? FOOD! It's official; I worship you, Miss Kuradoberi!"

[Faust: "your cooking is masterful!" ^ ^v]

I-no walked it, shutting the door behind herself. She had a huge brown paper bag full of snacks. Someone could think that she was smoking something by the amount of things she had. She walked by all of them, into the kitchen, a Frito hanging from the side of her mouth, minding her own business.

She set the bag on the counter and got out a big black marker. Writing,

"I-NO'S FOOD TOUCH AND DIE"

She walked back into the common room and sat down by herself, eating her Fritos, glaring at them to make a move. No one touched her snack food.

[I-no, snack-girl]

Jam once again made her way towards the tables, trays in hand. Luckily she hadn't been in the room to hear Anji & Sol's conversation, or she would've had a few words for both of the men and they definately wouldn't be getting any of the next dish. Jam of course was oblivious to anything that had went on, and she proceeded to slide the trays down onto the table. "For dessert we have moon cakes!" The final course was a little late, but still on the table all the same. Jam then dropped a tray down in front of Sol, with the ham he had apparently wanted. She wasn't about to cook it after he had touched it.

[Jam with the last of the meal]

Finally finishing to arrange his materials, he closed the kit and set it off to the side as he closed up his umbrella again, and set it by his scalpel. "Nemui nyooo..." x_X He stated, and stretched out a bit before noticing that the one-minute-I-no was leaving. A hidden smirk, he threw a random object up into the air again, only to watch an extremely chibi Faust about the size of one's hand coming down with a blue balloon, running after the date-rapist at a Penguin-pace. Nyeh heh... what a cute, disturbing munchkin.

[Faust: Make 7 up yours o_O]

"She goes too far, I'll kick 'er ass." His gazed drifted from Anji's as if he'd suddenly lost intrest in the conversation, and his eyelids quietly drooped shut. He sat there in silence. Hard to tell if he was gonna doze off. Then he cracked an eye, a slit of ochre tinted brown. "After I eat."

Sol had come to the conclusion over the years that the greater virtue (if Sol posessed any such thing as virtue, it was obviously not applied to his daily living) the easiest thing to do was to kindle the ability to become an object completely immobile against opposing forces. He was very good at it. For example, now his eye had closed again, and once again it was impossible to tell if he was drifting off towards sleep.

{Ooc note: Decided eyes bi-color only after pwr up ref. dragon install sprites (link) 1 eye glow, disparity in game art, ggx+ anime clip. So I won't confuse if I write both brown <3}

[Sol, he drinks Coke]

I-no decided to go off. Footsteps played softly among the floor, pattering as she walked towards the exit. She might as well go out for a while, seeing that she wasn't needed. She let out a sigh and decided she'd come back for a while later. Why not go out and break a few hearts? She smiled seductively to herself and thought..

"What a perfect way to pass the time..."

She opened the door and let herself out, calling back to the others. "If anyone needs me you'll know where to find me.."

[...passing the time with I-no]

Anji-Mito had yet to gush about anything, be it like a schoolgirl or not. Maybe his perfect delight in concentrating his attention on each of these players one at a time made it seem that way. He tilted his head to the side a little, lifting his eyes from Sol's bi-coloured stare and found something that didn't exist to examine while he spoke. "I apologize if you're not and I jumped to conclusions." And then he turned his smiling stare back to the Gear as he pointed out. "You just didn't seem like the type to cuddle up to a woman for something you wanted." You see, Anji pays for his meals and avoids having to kiss Jam's knuckles when he wants to enjoy her cooking.

[-Anji-Mito, who likes Pepsi better]

Ky sighed in relief when he fed Chipp the last of the beef teriyaki. All done. However even after he had removed his shirt he had still been subjected to some bits of beef that hadn't made it into Chipp's mouth and then, of course, there was the soup on him from earlier. Looked like Chipp had gotten some of the food on him too. Well there was only one thing Ky could do and that was to take a shower. Leaving Chipp murmuring to himself on the bed, Ky grabbed a towel from the chest and walked into the bathroom.

He slipped his pants off and laid them to the side and started up the shower. The hot water rained down on him taking all the tension away in his aching muscles. He picked up a nearby bar of soap and worked up a rich lather which he applied to his chest and abdomen. After a few minutes he had become completely absorbed in taking a shower. However, there was one thing he had forgotten to do, which was to lock the door to the bathroom.

[Ky, still holding the soap.]

He tilted his head to the side as he reached up to scratch his shoulder, his gaze remaining even against the dancer's. Wasn't quite sure what to make of this, Anji like a gushy sixteen year girl, and him not much for dealing with those (the fact that he'd seen a few of them over the years gave him a general enough frame of refrence). The mild suprise for the nature of the response didn't necessarily plug a stopper in the underlying agression, but at least it seemed to mellow it. "Oh yeah?" The words drawled slow, still settled in that langour. He didn't seem real impressed with Anji's so-obvious astuteness. The response remained utterly lacking in subtextual emotion and came together to the impression that he'd done no more than grunt again, syllabically.

[Sol, a bastion of eloquence]

Faust had such a way with needles that Anji was going to, now and forever, keep his body as far as was possible away from the doctor. Only when Faust settled and was calm again did Anji's bemused black gaze turn to Sol.

Sol who, he found, was giving Anji a stare that he knew. A smile flashed over his face, almost as if he were shy and speaking to one of his seniors at school. Odoriko-san leaned a little nearer to Sol and said, "I didn't know that you and Miss Kuradoberi were such close friends." It implied that Sol seemed to be the kind of man to only allow such infractions from close friends (or perhaps lovers) and that maybe Sol was a chummy sort of guy in secret. It implied other things, but with Anji, those things were all bound to be filed away calmly in the subtext and the corners of his smile where few things could reach.

To summarize, Anji's eyes and smile both said that Anji knew something about Sol and that it was endearing.

[-Anji-Mito, in the know]

He kept his eyes quietly on Faust while the doctor went through his boisterously entergetic organizational routine. He let a moment pass. Two. And then his gaze slowly slid over to fix the smug sitting sports fanatic with a gauging, level glare. He hadn't let Jam push him around without getting his hackles raised. He'd just chosen not to act on it. And now, with his eyes, he was looking clear enough to see if Anji was going t' make anything of it, though his posture remained real loose. There was enough time before the food got there to knock somebody senseless.

[Sol, feeling frisky]

"Mi, a name, I call myself! Fa, a longlong way to ruuuuuunnnn---- IIIIIITTTTTAAAAAAIIIIII!!!!!" As he had almost finished arranging his prized surgical tools, what he'd shouted sounded more like a guttering animal cry as Faust jumped up to full 9'4" height with one of the needles pricked in his finger, often used to give shots. A swift flick of his hand and it was sent flying out to smack with a "ping!" on the floor, few drops of blood clinging to it. Instantly, he resumed sitting position, rummaged through the once-organised first-aid kit, and pulled out... a band-aid! ^ ^ "YATTA!"

Now, to begin arranging the items... again.

[The hills died for Faust.]

Apparently, for good food, Sol could let a lot slide.

Anji was still sitting at the table with his elbow propped on its edge and his chin resting on his palm. And he was watching Sol with the kind of quiet, smug amusement that usually happens while watching something adorably pathetic, like a puppy with three legs.

For the record and to all those whom it may concern, he was quite finished with his meal already but wouldn't refuse dessert, should it ever choose to appear before him. In it's absence, he could go find something sweet on his own.

[-Anji-Mito, pleasently amused]

He let himself be shoo'd, rumbling wordlessly as she shoved him fowards. He returned to the table to draw out the chair he'd settled himself in before and taking his seat. Though he seemed as relaxed as before, his eyes flickered with a heightened alertness. But he was getting food, good food. For good food you could let a little slide.

[Sol; hungry]

"Fine." Jam was in an unusually giving mood, or else she was just greedy and couldn't stand losing a paying customer. Either way, Sol was going to get his food, but she wasn't too happy about it. "Now get out!" She shoved Sol back into the other room, giving him one last glare before turning around to cook his meal. This fight was far from over though. >_<

[the oh so caring Jam]

...then he had no shirt on. He didn't seem to understand. Okay. He supposed he could deal. Oh! He perked, there was a spoon coming toward him by a pretty girl-like creature. Okay. Cool. He opened his mouth. Num. Food = good. Food was almost as good as the world around him. He grinned lazily. The world was good, he was being fed. Everything was amazing.

[the revenge of the death of the return of the nekkie Chipp]

Axl Low usually had a habit of disappearing randomly, so when he wasn't seen, sometimes it was expected.

This wasn't such of the cases as Axl, while retrieving a new set of clothes, came across a familiar face. That is, his own. It would be best then, to add a little flashback as the two Axl's stand gaping and pointing at each other.

~~~During one slip of the time trip, Axl had found himself falling from the sky and crashing into a knight riding a horse. Obviously medieval times. The local of the wizard of the kingdom, this is where he steps in, in all his Merlin-esque, separates Axl into a good half and a bad half, to make a long story short. More on that to come. Now back to our regularly scheduled program.

"Wossa shosies dog-up in me line for, blimey. Ganna out." Bad Axl, still wanting to get dressed and bask in his recent events said to Good Axl, who had been waiting here for him.

"No way, we got to find a way to fix our problem!" Good Axl said with his less than Cockney-accent, since the good side was less coerced to revert to the perverted side of his language.

Thus the fun doubles!

[Axl High and Axl Low]

He rose up to his full height... but it turned out he was doing that so he could reach up to crack his neck to the side. His eyes remained upon the defiant chef, still narrowed slightly. "Make something then. 'm hungry."

Like any predatory animal, Sol spent a certain portion of an average day in a healthy state inertia. (Although what specific large, predatory animals Sol shared a genetic similarity to was long lost beyond the annals of history.) He was feeling a little on edge for the challenge... But the possibility of voiding all future chances to eat Jam's cooking tempered the territorial aggression kicking in.

[Sol -- maybe Faust should feed him table scraps]

Jam practically snorted at the man's retort. "You're paying for the food that I cook for you. That doesn't mean you can go and raid my kitchen, ESPECIALLY without bothering to ask first." Jam finally released his ear, but continued to stand in front of the fridge, glaring at him. She wasn't about to back down, even if getting in Sol's face wasn't quite the smartest thing to do.

[Jam says grr]

His eyes rolled to the side, narrowing measuredly as he watched her in the peripheral. It was for the better that not many people dared to yank Sol Badguy around by the ear. There weren't any immidiate retaliatory measures. "I'm payin'."

He seemed to think that was the extent of the matter. He was paying for his food, what did it matter if it was cooked or not? (Or, in the case of microwaving a ham, cooked in any way correctly.) If Jam was not his sole provider of well cooked meals at his current lodging, he would have elbowed her in the gut. Hard. He resisted.

[Posessing some mediocrity of common sense, Sol]

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Part one ::
1 // 2 // 3

_____________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.

Zato 1 :: played by Erin

A true assassin, cool-headed and brutal. His speech is moderate and prudent, but also scathing enough to show the listener who's boss. This is just an act of self-preservation, however, and deep down he is just another timid (or, to put it another way, vain) young man. There is still some goodwill left lurking within his heart.

Dizzy :: played by Tooly

Born from a Gear and a human. Her growth has been dramatic, and despite her appearance, she's only just turned three years old. Her thirst for knowledge is ravenous, however, and her mental age is already above 20. Separated from others, her distrust of humans is the only blemish upon her soul. Enjoys interacting with nature and other people, but hates warfare with a passion. Far from a pacifist, though, she sees the existence of humans and their destruction of the environment as just a part of a natural cycle-one that's dealt her a cruel fate to fight against.

________ 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
Johnny
Justice
May
Potemkin
Slayer
Testament
Venom
Zappa

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