ăRed Velvetă
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Weekend Warrior
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Posts: 57
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Player Name: Brianna Miyagawa
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 80
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Post by ăRed Velvetă on Aug 29, 2023 7:55:49 GMT 9
#s://cdn~discordapp~com/attachments/355418129385390081/1145848935534039120/image~png The tiger ran after her, and Bria tried to outrun it. It wasn't enough- it wasn't going to be enough- the tiger slammed hard into the wall as Bria turned the corner, and it hardly seemed to startle it. She got to the bedroom door, and the tiger wasa nearly upon her. It lunged, crashing into the room, and Bria yanked the door shut, holding it closed-
Cold fear consumed her, and everything should have gone black- but it didn't, but instead there was this ooze spilling from under the door, black at first and then fielding red and then-
"Brianna." Tarou's voice startled her awake, heart pounding as she looked around. The lights were on, the plane having... landed.
"Oh. Thanks." Brianna said, rubbing at her face. She must have fallen asleep during the end of the flight... With a bit of shuffling, she followed her dad off the plane. She wasn't used to planes- she hadn't flown anywhere in living memory before now.
Thank the gods for UNOVR's expenses paid raffle, huh.
Bria squinted at her phone on the way to baggage claim. It was... way too late. "We're going to to the hotel and passing out, right?" She asked. It was... well beyond time for proper sleep.
Hopefully without UNOVR related nightmares.
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Verai
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You Can't Take Me
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Posts: 877
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Player Name: Miyagawa Tarou
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 38
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Post by Verai on Aug 30, 2023 2:03:22 GMT 9
#s://cdn~discordapp~com/attachments/355418129385390081/1145849230766911538/image~png "We are," Tarou said gently, starting to lead Bria down to the baggage claim. He hadn't slept much during the flight- maybe fifteen minutes here or there- but at least seemed to not be as exhausted as Bria was. Was he as awake as he wanted to be? Absolutely not. He wasn't used to sitting that long...
He also wasn't used to carrying this much. When he traveled, before, he always went light. Necessities only. And, yet... they both had a carry-on, and their own respective luggage... and a third piece of luggage Bria had refused to leave without. She had decreed it important. It wasn't worth the fight.
So he peered at the different baggage claims, trying to discern which they needed to go to. Ah. The one swarmed by people. Even though it was in a different country, people were still super excited about it, huh...
Bria perked up at the sight of something. "Oh- I'm going to see what that is!" She said, suddenly rejuvenated and scampering over to a UNOVR-branded kiosk. Tarou shook his head, and made his way to the baggage claim, trying to keep an eye out for all their luggage.
He let out an irritable grunt, though, as someone shouldered into him, eyes flicking to see who didn't understand or respect personal space.
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Kazuki
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You Can't Take Me
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Posts: 883
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Player Name: Himura Atsushi
OOC Username: Sleepy
Arena Points: 113
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Post by Kazuki on Sept 3, 2023 13:16:58 GMT 9
#s://cdn~discordapp~com/attachments/847006452118978590/1147822979338752051/200x200_obscured2~png âI hate this shit.â
Atsushi was not in the mood for this. Even after half a year of recovery and too many surgeries, he was still not fully healed â free of cast and crutches, but his mobility remained limited, far from the state before the incident. It meant constantly adjusting his posture to hide his limp. It meant finding handholds after standing for too long. It meant not kicking the shit out of the baggage carousel.
âOh calm your tattooed tits,â his roommate and the source of all his current problems stood by, flapping a gloved hand dismissively. Ren wasnât wearing their usual biker helmet, and the sight of their strange dye job only irked him further. âYouâve been flying around for years. A 13-hour flight is nothing! Now, go fetch our bags, I think I just saw a UNOVR kiosk and I gotta check that shit out before we leave.â
They slapped his shoulder, grinning. âOh, and first class means our bags got loaded on first soâprobably already missed them! Just be patient.â Because he is clearly a paragon of virtue. They didnât let him get another word in, all but sprinting to the kiosk.
Atsushi resisted the urge to sand his molars, heading to the carousel and clipping some guyâs shoulder. In a bare-minimum effort to hide from the public, he had worn a jacket to cover his tattoos, a mask for his face, and a cap to obscure the bedhead and eyes.
Overall, he looked like a douchebag as he muscled his way to the front of the line. The guy he bumped into side-eyed him, and he scowled, a scrunch above his mask as he met him with a glare of his own.
âThe fuck are you looking at?â Maybe it was the jet lag and too many painkillers, but there was something familiar about him. Atsushi squinted, looking even more pissed off as he tried to figure it out.
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Verai
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You Can't Take Me
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Posts: 877
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Player Name: Miyagawa Tarou
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 38
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Post by Verai on Sept 3, 2023 13:45:01 GMT 9
#s://cdn~discordapp~com/attachments/355418129385390081/1145849230766911538/image~png Of course the guy was dressed like that. Like being witnessed by other exhausted people on a flight would kill him. Tarou narrowed his eyes, noticing the glare despite the mask and low ballcap. what... an asshole. He looked towards where Bria had run off to, maybe expecting acknowledgement and sympathy, but she was talking to- someone with hair bright enough to hurt his eyes. Leaving him to deal with the rude man on his own.
Had he intended on saying something? No, but when this man sneered and swore at him- "I'd rather you not walk into me, in the future." He returned, curt and precise.
"Chichi!"
There was something... about him. Not his appearance, naturally, but... Something about his voice. Tarou tried to think. The sound, the cadence, the tone, the word choice- had the other man been talking on the plane?
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Kazuki
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You Can't Take Me
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Posts: 883
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Player Name: Himura Atsushi
OOC Username: Sleepy
Arena Points: 113
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Post by Kazuki on Sept 3, 2023 21:13:51 GMT 9
#s://cdn~discordapp~com/attachments/847006452118978590/1147822979338752051/200x200_obscured2~png Oh. Oh ho, this fucker. Of all the days he could have chosen to be a stuck up bitch, it really had to be today.
âAnd Iâd rather not see you walking around with a massive stick up your ass,â Atsushi drawled, âbut you enjoy being full of yourself, donât you?â
In the future, the audacity of this bitch. As if Atsushi would ever deign to see him again. But, to be fair â looking at him a bit closer, he had to admit, he was pretty easy on the eyes. Clearly much older by the tied white hair, but there was something about him that was drawing Atsushi in â making him itch for a fight.
At the UNOVR kiosk, Ren was bouncing on their feet, hitting ACCEPT on the AVIATOR stamp. âThis is so cool. Theyâre already giving out con stuff at the airport!â They were chatting animatedly, delighted to find the best person ever so soon. But the attention was turned back to the baggage claim, at which point they notice Atsushi back on his bullshit, crowding a stranger.
âUhhh... Bri, is âChichiâ the old man in the ponytail?â They asked, praying hard that it wouldnât be, because they just got here, come ON, man!
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ăRed Velvetă
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Weekend Warrior
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Posts: 57
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Player Name: Brianna Miyagawa
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 80
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Post by ăRed Velvetă on Sept 3, 2023 23:06:13 GMT 9
#s://cdn~discordapp~com/attachments/355418129385390081/1145848935534039120/image~png Bria had just planned to like, see what was going on. Which was a stamp book and a chance to get a rare in game item! Which she was always for. She was not always for someone hipchecking her, and much like her father she turned with fire in her eyes- Which vanished into a sense of wonderment. "Oh my god- Ren? Ahhh, you look incredible!" She gave them a hug (because duh, it wasn't every day you met up with your best friend in the world).
And then she glanced over to try and introduce Tarou who would be weird about it-
But he was busy being weird about something else. "I fucking hope we make it to the con." All of the exhaustion from the flight had returned, in a sudden crushing wave. She sucked in a breath. "Otouuuuu-san!"
Nothing. Tarou was still snipping at the other guy. "I don't believe that's how one should talk to strangers." She did not just hear that. She did not just hear that.
Ohhh to have a white wolf suddenly manifest and bite the shit out of everyone. He was going to get in a fistfight. In baggage claim. "I am so sorry he's not usually like this. I-"
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Kazuki
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You Can't Take Me
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Posts: 883
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Player Name: Himura Atsushi
OOC Username: Sleepy
Arena Points: 113
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Post by Kazuki on Sept 9, 2023 3:39:49 GMT 9
#s://cdn~discordapp~com/attachments/847006452118978590/1147822979338752051/200x200_obscured2~png Now see, Ren was usually a pro when it came to bullshit. They had been dealing with Atsushi for years, which is basically like playing bullshit on tactician mode. They could not be affected by it, and chose not to perceive it most days unless it could be exploited for clout and profit.
The problem was. The problem was that the current bullshit involved the best person everâs dad and that meant they couldnât just redirect the conversation back to dye jobs and Briaâs cute style.
Sometimes Ren had to wonder why life clowned on them so hard.
âOh, save it,â they dismissed her apology with a wave of their hand. âIf you apologize, then Iâll have to say sorry because mine is usually like this.â
Taking in a deep breath, they turned to baggage claim and curled their hands around their mouth.
âYo, BITCH!â That made the stupid bastard turn to them, but his hand was already curled into Briaâs dadâs collar. Goddamn it. âYou cut that shit out right now! Jail wonât be the worst thing youâll be in if Miss A finds out you started a fight on touchdown! BODY. BAGS.â
âSHUT UP, REN!â
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Verai
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You Can't Take Me
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Posts: 877
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Player Name: Miyagawa Tarou
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 38
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Post by Verai on Sept 10, 2023 3:47:08 GMT 9
#s://cdn~discordapp~com/attachments/355418129385390081/1145849230766911538/image~png Tarou had dealt with troublesome people. To put it lightly. He was used to it- He was used to having to take a breath and deal with people with his second impulse. Which was more restrained and civil than his first impulse- than how this stranger was treating him now.
A hand curled around the collar of his shirt, wrinkling the fabric with the intensity of the grip. Tarou raised his chin, eyes narrowed at this stranger. Despite the long flight, he seemed keen on causing problems- And it would be so easy to put him in his place-
But getting in a public fight, in a foreign country, was ill advised. Particularly with the yelling, from both Bria's bright-haired friend- and from Bria.
"Chichiue!" That shout was enough to draw his gaze to his daughter, who had left the booth to come over.
And then the bright haired kid was yelling- Tarou huffed, grabbing hold of the stranger's wrist to wrench it from his shirt. "Come on, Bria," He said, not taking his eyes from the stranger. "We should get going." Not yet moving, but daring the other to move first.
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Kazuki
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You Can't Take Me
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Posts: 883
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Player Name: Himura Atsushi
OOC Username: Sleepy
Arena Points: 113
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Post by Kazuki on Sept 10, 2023 6:11:58 GMT 9
#s://cdn~discordapp~com/attachments/847006452118978590/1147822979338752051/200x200_obscured2~png Atsushi could practically feel the punch forming in his hand. There was no denying he was pissed: his patience thinned by the jet lag, the pain, and dealing with some uptight shmuck at the airport.
But the stranger set him with a steady glare, a raised chin â not a single flinch as he was grabbed. The edge of Atsushiâs mouth twitched, his fingers curling tighter into the rumpled fabric.
Whatever he intended to do then was interrupted by the screams of two obnoxious as shit voices, only one of which Atsushi can recognize. His hand was wrenched away by the guy â holy shit, that was some grip strength â and something in his brain lagged as the insufferable prick met his eyes and said the name Bria.
Atsushi opened his mouth â to scream.
âI am so sorry about that, Miyagawa-san!â Ren laughed as they slid into view, hands raised in an âI come in peaceâ gesture despite having just kicked Atsushi in the leg. (Not in any important bits, relax.) âMy friend isnât usually so â like that. Planes just make him cranky. But he really is a chill dude!â
âRen,â Atsushi rasped, bent over, his hand digging into the meat of his thigh. âIâm going to kill you.â
âYeah sure, House M.D., canât wait to see you pull that off.â They grabbed him by the jacket as if holding the scruff of a small animal. âFirst, let's grab those bags you missed.â They grinned and winked at Bria as they hustled Atsushi away. âKitcat, Iâll see you at the con! I gotta wrangle this old man to a retirement home first.â
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