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Chapter Two: A White Century
<i>As always, I agree under my breath as our adversary decides to throw yet another dramatic attack our way. In my unpowered state, I can’t really do much but hope and hope that Tatsuya and Kazuya can deal most of the damage. Why did they decide to make my power go away? It’s getting boring how useless I seem.</i> ”Thanks...again...for the millionth time.” <i>I say bashfully towards my bulwark defender that chooses to be my wall. It’s not like he’s not carrying my deadweight. But I really cannot afford to act like a defeatist now of all times. After all, I’ve basically been deadpan, or just snarky this whole time. There’s no point in wallowing in my own despair now. Thus, before the water spikes launch at Byakuran, I poke out from behind my wall and shoot my own bullets, in a weird arc shape from both sides. After I finish, I might at least make a pretty hole-shaped barrage in a wall or something. Or in his chest. Doesn’t change the fact that I’m still having to hide behind Tatsuya.</i> “...I don’t have anything smart to say. Please protect me so we can all make sure the bitch dies.”
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<i>Oh wow, one of those types. Generic evil villain that thinks of people as toys and all. I’m so impressed and moved by your generic words. Please make sure that I can be able to find some substance in this evil speech I’ve heard of one million times already. Is what I would say if I could have the power to punch at varying degrees of hurt. But noooo, let’s take that all away.</i> “Wow that’s a dumb move.” <i>I simply stare at Kazuya as he starts to charge at Byakuran. From under my shades and my hat I shake my head with disappointment, taking out my other pistol in preparation for literally everything to go wrong. I had a feeling that we could have left it at that and kept going on with our day but now we’re starting to fight. Jolly. Fun. Fantastic. Refreshing. I hate life. And now I whisper towards Tatsuya who is still my wonderful and alive shield that I can stand behind.</i> “Kazuya’s going down. I’m betting 20 dollars. Make sure Byakuran doesn’t even see me right now please. Thank you.”
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“Are you serious? Meanie.” <i>I say in a teasing manner, pouting as a joke while turning my head the other way, taking out one pistol and standing behind Tatsuya while trying my best to keep on lookout at the very least. Since my powers are gone that literally means I’m pretty much useless now. That was all I had and it was stolen from me.</i> <i>Speaking of, the guy who stole it from me seems to be a rather boring person. A mere tedium that probably just killed someone and darkened a whole room. Seemingly for no real reason. But just maybe, maybe Kazuya can do something right with his leadership skills. It’s all I’m hoping for so I won’t have to do any work.</i>
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<i>As the darkness encroaches the room, the only thing that my braincells comprehend is the ability to play &quot;CHALLENGER APPROACHES&quot; along with a couple of sirens in the background. Of course, this is not at all the case, because for one, I hate being in dark rooms but thankfully I'm with other people. That I barely know.</i> &quot;Sigh. Do all the talking Kazuya.&quot; <i>I mutter in the dark, putting my phone in my pocket and simply putting my shades on to further obscure my line of sight. Feeling that horridly unreliable power of mine fading, my heart...stayed the same. Relatively. At this exact moment, I just hope and pray that this pretty boy looking ass bitch doesn't have the power to read minds because all I'm doing is thinking of all the types of insults I can throw at him.</i> <i>But those would be horrible to say out loud after all. I'm just going to hope that Kazuya's talking can do enough. Plus Tatsuya can agree with him in hopes the choir shall preach it out loud for those in the back. I'm not going to try and speak to him right now. Maybe it's best to just pretend I don't exist. Knowing how this clown is choosing to operate his introduction right now, he probably knows I'm here anyway.</i>
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<i>Dramatic. As. Fuck. It fits. It goes well. If they want to look at you like you’re some kind of otherworldly abnormal weirdo. Personally, I wasn’t all that much for it. And I have no idea if Tatsu was up for it as well. I had already let go of the girl, it’s basically up to Tatsu to drop her right now.</i> <i>Me? I simply returned a pouty glare towards Tatsu’s way so he would let go of the girl, and then take out my phone and play games on it until Kazuya is finished, looking up sometimes whenever he says something that may be relatively interesting. Tatsuya and this Yuni girl specifically will get to hear these mumbles that come out of my mouth.</i> “Was all that needed? L-m-f-a-o. It’s funny how he actually thought that we were going to obey this Byakuran anyways. Didn’t even really think much about Yuni over here. Sorry I <i>guess</i>.” <i>And other third grader insults we’re spouted quietly as I texted some people, maybe even played some more games on my phone. I would’ve loved to listen to some video while I wait but that might be considered “disrespectful”.</i>
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<i>In this exact moment, despite my dull and blank gaze at the captured girl before her, I was feeling rather exhilarated. Am I threatening someone at gunpoint? Yes, but it’s the thought that counts. But as a voice protrudes into my mind, I tilt my shades downward.</i> “You say something?” <i>With my pistol fully charged, I had hoped to at least try and get some kind of charged shot in before things get rowdy, but as this mysterious voice inside my head tells us all, these two are not the enemy. Still, I would’ve liked to at least have thrown in a punch somewhere.</i> “Oh...so that’s what it is.” <i>Kazuya, our leader. Tatsuya, the Kamen Rider and the shield for me to shoot behind. Then there’s me, who probably would’ve pulled the trigger at this point we’re it not for Kazuya’s big and dramatic attempt at making peace with our current opposition. I sigh as he mentions my existence, and blow on the singing blue tip of the barrel before putting the gun back in my pocket.</i> <i>So many things, so many third grader insults I could tell everyone. But instead, I stay silent, blankly staring at Gamma in hopes that he listens. Because if not, I could shoot his ankle right now. But no, let’s not right now. With pixie healing the girl of the damage that I’ve personally done to her, I speak out of boredom...but hopefully he should know what I mean.</i> “What he said.”
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<i>As Kazuya moves away from me, I immediately feel like I’ve been abandoned and get offended, but only for a short while. After all, he DID say to go ahead and apprehend the girl. Probably. I already smacked her once, it isn’t that hard nor unreasonable to do.</i> “Ugh, finally! God!” <i>I walk up to where Tatsuya grabbed the girl, “sneaking” behind her and putting her gun up to the back of her head. As I charge the pistol to threaten her more, despite it most likely not phasing her, I didn’t really bother to care that she isn’t getting scared. At this point, all that mattered was how annoying my anime girl voice could be.</i> “Don’t try anything either. It’s not hard to blow a hole through your skull.”
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<i>Oh nice, what I did actually helped...? Now I can finally pretend what I have done is useful for once. Ah, if only that bitch lost consciousness. That was the objective after all, but whatever. Kazuya still has a source of healing. If it’s willing to listen. She better be able to heal anyways.</i> “Sorry, I just really felt the urge to pound your face i-“ <i>Whoop de mother fucking doo, here comes the next one in line. The ground under me is quaking, and I really wasn’t expecting it. I stumbled onto my knees, making sure that my hat is still on my head and my guns both stay with me. From under my shades I give an annoyed glance to the man.</i> “Excuse you? I was in the middle of something!” <i>I yell back at him from where I’m at right now, waving my gun around in annoyance. As he sends his fox towards me, ideas rush towards my head once again. But to be honest, why bother? Kazuya is here to save the day once again. With his cute puppy no less.</i> <i>Taking the chance to seize the opportunity, I get back onto my feet and jump into the air, taking a pot shot with both my pistols at he fox coming after me, mostly trying to let Pascal take the lead instead of doing anything myself. As I run towards Kaz, I grab hold of my pistol and start to charge it again, since I wasted it on a fricking chair leg, and sandwich myself between him and his demon friend once again.</i>
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<i>Oh nice, the demon's expecting me to try and do something. What can I do? This character sucks at pacifism. Who even made me get stuck in this character? Oh right, technically me, since I made her a thing in the first place. As I stare from a short distance away from Kaz and the girl, I take out my gun and take a deep breath.</i> &quot;kId, dO sOmEtHiNg fOr oNc- you know what, get out the fuckin' way.&quot; <i>The fire isn't even that threatening at this point, I stare at the girl with an annoyed glare with my pistol in my hand. Suddenly, I swing my arm and make sure that I hit this girl square in the jaw with a fast and slightly charged smack of the butt of the pistol.</i> <i>Afterwards, I fire a charged a bullet at a leg of the chair that she's sitting in, crippling the foundation as it leaves a very clear burn mark before kicking it's remnants away so both her and that chair end up falling onto the floor.</i> &quot;Give me the thing. Right. Now. Or do you want your kneecaps to be deleted from this plane of existence? Better answer.&quot;
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&quot;Ha ha, he's dead. He deserved it for being a stupid generic, little noooooobbbb.&quot; <i>Maybe the info was important...maybe. But I feel like that white-haired person is the type to spill every in and out about their whole plan once they finally want to talk to us. And maybe also when we're all bleeding on the ground dying. Whatever. It doesn't help that I still don't know what we're doing at all.</i> &quot;Wasn't planning on staying, but what about that other girl?&quot; <i>I look back at the actual captive girl person that the captor got, ultimately deciding not to bother just yet and sandwich myself in between Kazuya and his Belial. Hopefully this edgy little prick won't decide to try and attack from above. From under my shades, I keep my eyes peeled to survey the place slightly whilst holding my charged deagle pistol.</i>

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