Kazuki
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Post by Kazuki on Nov 1, 2023 22:46:15 GMT 9
#s://c~l3n~co/i/q7wcVF~png âOkay, seriously, get off.â Atsushi plucked the gremlin off his shoulders, like peeling off a whiny barnacle. He was still in the disguise M'Foxy got for him, but it was unlikely people would raise questions about a Hydance cafĂŠ waiter in a Sprigatito mask when most of the floor had been consumed by commotion over the loot boxes.
It took about 10 years to get to the front of the line, but they did, by some miracle. âUhhhh,â he said, squinting at the McDonaldâs menu of lootbox options.
Ren chimed in. âHeâll take the Noonlight one! Best box for an arsonist.â
âNot an arsonistâbut yeah, sure, that.â
defeated C0D13_2 Noonlight loot crate
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Kazuki
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You Can't Take Me
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Player Name: Himura Atsushi
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Post by Kazuki on Nov 1, 2023 10:55:04 GMT 9
#s://cdn~discordapp~com/attachments/847006452118978590/1147842896519757855/200x200_moltres~png A second hit to the foam head dented it further, and the Moltres looked less like Moltres and more like the end of a chicken drumstick.
âNah,â Atsushi chuckled, âjust my leg. So itâs fucking amazing that you havenât toppled me yet.â A guy in a cartoon costume with a limpâheâd punch himself if he couldnât trounce that in two hits.
The arm he shot out curled. It was his left. He yanked the brat by the neck and shoulders, pulling him up to Moltresâ giant belly in a lock, large biceps underneath layers of soft bird fabric.
âPro tip: When youâre facing off a bigger opponent, you donât close in.â With his right fist, he began pulverizing him. âYou run.â
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Kazuki
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You Can't Take Me
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Post by Kazuki on Nov 1, 2023 3:20:21 GMT 9
#s://cdn~discordapp~com/attachments/847006452118978590/1147842896519757855/200x200_moltres~png Despite his short fuse, his appearance, and the whole of his being in generalâAtsushi did not attack people.
Unprovoked, at least.
First of all, most people just werenât worth throwing down with. Most werenât trained, and fighting weaker opponents was a waste of time and an insult to his dignity. Second of allâhis manager would kill him. There was very little he could do in public bare-faced without consequence.
So it had been a long time since he broke professionalism. When the moment finally came, heâd been cooking in the flaming turkey suit for several hours nowâ his patience worn to Solo Cup thinâ and when he felt the impact of the punch slam into his foam head, the calm that overtook him was chilling.
It was in that moment he realized what mascot suits were truly made for.
Atsushi quietly turned the dented foam head until it faced forward, and through the mesh inside Moltresâ open beak, he could see the bratty little twenty-something that moments ago heâd used as a VR beer pong cup. In this nook outside the arcade, there was no security around, and all the witnesses were too busy getting corn dogs.
âAlright, kid.â
He should be honored.
Atsushi curled his fingers into a solid brass-knuckle fist hidden under the hanging flap of Moltresâ wing, and aimed for the nose.
Today, this guy was getting promoted from beer pong cup to a free-standing punching bag.
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Kazuki
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You Can't Take Me
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Player Name: Himura Atsushi
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Post by Kazuki on Oct 30, 2023 4:04:42 GMT 9
Bro, who doesn't love Mario Kart?
The answer was Kazuki.
The man stood there, swiping carelessly as his eyes skimmed through the pop-up that overtook his screen. Finding the scenario hadnât been his intention; he was only wandering to find a good training spot. He grimaced as he recognized the inspiration â this was the shitty game Ren loved to drag him into, and subsequently decimated him in at every console port.
<Play?> A voice mewled. Waffle was hanging off his front, in a makeshift baby carrier they fashioned out of the strange root-like growths he sprouted after being exposed to the Parasite class. <Are they playing? I wanna join!>
âStop wiggling,â Kazuki hissed. The vines would scratch against his skin as the kitten fidgeted. âAnd no, you canât join. Itâs not like you can drive anyway.â What, was he just going to spend an hour driving his cat around in a car? Waffle was not having trouble sleeping.
Waffle pouted, slapping his little paws on the roots. <I can drive! I have lots of drive.>
Kazuki snorted. âSure you do.â His eyes moved to the starting line, where he could see a player called ozone preparing an admittedly sick-looking ride. Kazuki didnât think customization would be an option. The trainer even had two chicks riding with him. âThen again⌠I guess you could learn.â
Waffle brightened. <Letâs play!>
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He let him pick the kart, of course. This was Waffleâs First Driving Lesson⢠and it was important for the student to feel comfortable.
So when he ends up with a kart that looks straight out of a Mad Max Funimation dub, he manfully swallowed the urge to throw himself into the Shadow Realm.
<Itâs a giant waffle iron!>
âI know.â
<Because Iâm a Waffle!>
âI know.â Kazuki grumbled, getting in and settling Waffle on his lap. Even on his hind legs, Waffle barely manages to touch the wheel with both paws.
âSince youâre too damn short to reach the pedals, just tell me when you want to stop and go.â Kazuki adjusted the kitten so he wouldnât fall off. âCan you move the wheel?â
Waffle puffed out his cheeks and pushed with all his might. The wheel turned to the left â not sharply, but enough.
<Trainer, is this truly a wise choice?> Dragonair hovered behind them, her tail wrapped around the âhingeâ of the giant waffle iron. Considering what they were about to do, a healer was necessary.
âOh fuck no, we are definitely going to die,â Kazuki laughed as the lights overhead began to blink. Red. Yellow. Green. At the sound of the horn, Waffle screamedâ
<GOOOOOOOOOOO!>
Kazuki slammed the pedal at the same time as Waffle shoving the wheel to the left â sending them careening straight into their much fancier neighbor.
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Kazuki
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You Can't Take Me
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Player Name: Himura Atsushi
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Post by Kazuki on Oct 25, 2023 23:28:18 GMT 9
THE TIME HAS COME.
The moment the announcement landed, Kazuki had been unstoppable. Were it not for the convenience of fast travel, he would have torn through Asper, football touchdown through every tower including squashing Zygarde â likely would skewered himself on the iron gates in his eagerness to get there.
âYOU WANT BALLS?â He howled â stopping for a considerable moment to ruffle his hands through the armed Good Dogs, because there was no way he wasnât â âYou are getting every single ball in this park, I swear to gods.â
(He was delayed once again attempting to tear down the NO DOGS ALLOWED sign, only to concede that game textures did not work like that.)
âFetch!â he called, tossing out a random pokeball, his horrifying multi-limbed Scorbunny bouncing onto the battlefield and assaulting a Jigglypuff with its hundred-legged kicks.
SCORBUNNY USED LEGS! PROMPT (#2): [Tower]tg8EfbGg1-50 1-50
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You Can't Take Me
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Post by Kazuki on Oct 25, 2023 16:06:02 GMT 9
#s://a~l3n~co/i/qo9OUC~png The elevator was filled with the girlâs chatter, but it didnât matter; âDeltaruneâ could have been all that stood between life and death and it still would have slipped through Atsushiâs barren earholes, because in that moment his world was solely occupied by the white-haired man.
The ensuing conversation sobered him.
Atsushi blinked, finding himself back to earth, and even more pressingly, in direct eye contact with the man heâd spent the better part of the day chasing.
âI â uh, what? Sure,â he said, not knowing what heâd just forgiven. Before he could ask, the elevator doors opened, and opportunity began slipping from his fingers.
If he wasnât so fucking exhausted, he would have laughed. The bastard was staying not just in the same hotel, not just on the same level, but basically right in front of his room, so it had all been pointless.
He lagged behind for a bit, just taking in the cruel blessing of life, before throwing caution to the wind.
Quick stomps on the carpet â his hand clamped around the manâs wrist, taking the key card hostage and delaying the anticipated sock to the jaw.
âI need to talk to you.â
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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
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Post by Kazuki on Oct 16, 2023 20:56:50 GMT 9
#s://a~l3n~co/i/qo9OUC~png Atsushi had survived, somehow. He evaded con security the whole day, thanks in no small part to M'Foxy, and other than a heart attack-inducing encounter with Tuesday in a stairwell, he managed himself and the damnable Moltres costume pretty decently.
Ren was, of course, laughing their fucking ass off while he was trying to strangle them at a hidden nook outside the hotel. âYouâve never looked better,â they wheezed, snapping photos.
They took the costume at least, saying theyâd get rid of it. Atsushi was confident they would just stow it in the car, but he couldnât find the energy to care. He let the overly-welcoming attendant scan his pass for a DREAMER stamp, having not enough words to tell him to fuck off. His leg ached. His clothes were basically plastered to his skin. And he still needed to wear a mask and cap as a failsafe. All he wanted now was a goddamn shower.
It was at just the right time. Most had left for dinner or were still at the venue, and after he waited for some brunette to take the elevator, it was his turn. It was empty. Dragging steps took him inside, lidded eyes staring at the buttons as he tried to recall which floor his room was on. He had just pressed it when he raised his head and saw someone making their way over.
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You Can't Take Me
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Post by Kazuki on Oct 16, 2023 19:41:09 GMT 9
#s://c~l3n~co/i/q7wcVF~png The damn thing was bursting through the walls. Atsushi found himself ducking as a beam ripped through a Dairy Queen truck.
âNOOOO!â Ren cried, only to drop their arms. âAh well, Cold Stoneâs better anyways.â
âIf I buy you ice cream, can we go?â Atsushi hissed, his leech of a roommate throwing their hands up and cheering.
So in the middle of battle, as people dive-bombed for cover and gave themselves finger cramps for the good of human and pokemon-kind, they get ice cream. Ren was sated, inexplicably shoving a soft serve against their helmet visor and making a complete mess for no reason. Atsushi rolled his eyes and began walking to the exit, still carrying them under his arm.
Only to stop.
âHold it!â
âWhat now?â Atsushi sighed, looking down to where Ren had grabbed onto a kiosk as if they were being hauled to prison. With one hand, they scanned their receipt, grabbing Atsushiâs phone and redeeming a FREEZER stamp.
âAlright!â They threw the phone, and he grabbed it with his free hand, its screen narrowly slapping his face. Ren snapped their ice cream-coated fingers and pointed back to where C0D13_2 was turning children into Baskin Robbins. âNow, you can fight.â
âNo. We had a deal.â
Ren held their dripping soft serve dangerously close to his crotch.
Atsushi squinted behind his mask, smug. âNice try, these arenât my clothes.â
âOh, right.â Change tactics. They pointed at Muin, the closest spectator, who was taking to the current battle as if it was a jury summons, or singing 'happy birthday' at a party. âDo it or I scream âkidnapperâ loud enough for pretty boy over there to call security.â
âI should toss you into the bay.â But he turned, and with one hand began rapid-firing the button to bombard C0D13_2 with icicles.
{Damage Roll}G4uVcC3G2d100 +10 (Interact with Previous Post) +20 (Supereffective) Damage Dealt: 116 Attack type used: C0D13_2 HP: 8,148/10,000 2d100
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Kazuki
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You Can't Take Me
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Post by Kazuki on Oct 13, 2023 12:21:24 GMT 9
#s://c~l3n~co/i/q7wcVF~png âGET BACK HERE!â A crash as two figures barreled past a Jigglypuff-themed cotton candy machine and several picnic tables. The runner had on a giant C0D13 biker helmet, the pursuer dressed in the uniform of a Hydance Cafe waiter, complete with Sprigatito mask.
âIâm too pretty to die!â Ren cried, narrowly getting beheaded by a silver tray whizzing past them. âDude, what the fuck!â They yanked their helmet down, only to come to a screeching halt before the plaza flash mob. Atsushi nabbed them immediately, pulling them into a headlock.
âYouââ DONK! ââhave beenââ DONK! âsuch a flaky little shit!â DONK!
âYou are so lucky you don't work customer service, they'd never keep your ass. And youâre just hitting the helmet, moron!â Ren flailed as they were violently noogied. âCome onnn, I paid good money forâoh!â Behind the visor in C0D13âs mouth, their eyes glittered. âOh, this is perfect.â The chase had led them to the right venue!
âWhat are you on?â Atsushi looked around. âAnd why are there so manyââ AR glasses were slapped onto the Sprigatito mask. They slipped off. Ren nudged them back on, and held them there.
âPart of the event! Now come on, take out your phone!â They had already squirreled into his pockets and stolen it, logging in as Atsushi noticed a familiar head of white hair in the crowd, standing by the girl who had given him a heart attack while he was Moltres. Verai.
Heâs distracted for a moment by the ice show, Renâwho was still being carried under his arm like a sack of berriesâslapped him on the hip with his phone, already opened to the UNOVRCon app. âPlayplayplayplay, come on! Come on!â
âSon of aâalright! Give me that.â He swiped the damn thing from Renâs raccoon hands, squinting at the giant glowing button with the fist symbol. âIs this like⌠that clicking cookie thing youâre addicted to?â
âCookie Clicker, gramps. Now less dumb, more thumb!â Ren said, snapping their fingers.
A bright aura of fighting spirit enveloped his avatar, launching virtual thousand palm strikes at the duck-shaped punisher.
{Damage Roll}p|Py|1UJ2d100 +10 (Interact with Previous Post) +20 (Supereffective) Damage Dealt: 165 Attack type used: C0D13_2 HP: 9,240/10,000 2d100
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Kazuki
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You Can't Take Me
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Player Name: Himura Atsushi
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Post by Kazuki on Oct 11, 2023 7:34:37 GMT 9
#s://cdn~discordapp~com/attachments/847006452118978590/1147842896519757855/200x200_moltres~png The guard hissed, but the âwatch where youâre goingâ that set on his tongue was interrupted as the cosplayer shot the warning right back at him, before making an exit.
Whatever. He turned his head, but the bright feathery costume was already lost to the human sea. He cursed and took out his walkie. Waitâ where did his ID go? âMoltres has left the tree!â
Walkies around the venue buzzed to life, and the chase was on.
Atsushi looked around. Where was he? There were some food stalls, a bathroom, and a display that looked to be a medieval pub. Everything you could need to take on an army.
âHey, you!â A voice cried out from the crowd, a woman wearing the same uniform and iridescent lanyard bounding towards him.
Fucknuggets, he thought, standing very still as she turned her glare at him. âThat is official con property, sir. Please follow me and return the costume.â
âI canât do that,â said Mickey Moltres.
âAnd why not?â
âBecause Iâm⌠getting⌠a drink!â He grabbed a giant tankard of mead and chucked it at her. The drink exploded on the floor, and when the guard raised her head, Moltres had begun running down the hall, past an auction, where reinforcements from T-Mobile were rearing to T-bone him.
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Post by Kazuki on Oct 9, 2023 21:39:52 GMT 9
#s://cdn~discordapp~com/attachments/847006452118978590/1147842896519757855/200x200_moltres~png Not far from the man on a hunt, Moltres was trundling her way to freedom.
Atsushi wasnât certain which of the gods heâd managed to infuriate this time, but they could quite frankly eat his basted turkey ass. The children continued to shriek in delight at the sight of him, people in strange costumes continued to conveyor belt him to uncharted lands, and the guy of his dreams was about to acquire career-ending blackmail material on him.
Another day in the life of Himura Atsushi.
At least this area was huge. After running from a lady heâs half-certain was blitzed out of her mind on the job while giving out PLAYER stamps, he had reached a point on the floor that felt vaguely in the direction of the escalators.
He paused, realizing he was not meant to go on the escalators.
âFuck,â he hissed, before toppling someone with a giant gardevoir pillow and renewing his search for the elevators.
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Kazuki
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You Can't Take Me
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Post by Kazuki on Oct 9, 2023 21:21:43 GMT 9
#s://cdn~discordapp~com/attachments/847006452118978590/1147842896519757855/200x200_moltres~png It didnât matter if he gave the most stellar performance, the customer was not buying, and yet she was also refusing to leave â as if this was five minutes before closing and they were browsing socks.
If the costume hadnât already sucked out every liquid from his pores, Atsushi would be sweating as the girl stared him down.
And called the airport bastard over. Said bastard was on his phone, telling someone to be good to âMiriâ. His spouse? His kid?
Atsushi stepped back, only to be snagged by the wing.
âNo pictures!â he hissed, only to double back, mouse-style. âSorry little girl, Moltres has to, uhâ go see Zapdos! My brother, kakaw!â He flapped the wing, trying to shake her off, eyes fixed on the man getting way too fucking close and reminding him way too fucking much.
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You Can't Take Me
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Post by Kazuki on Oct 6, 2023 2:09:55 GMT 9
Kazuki tosses the sample in his hand. Heâs unsure where it came from, reallyâ heâd shut his eyes wandering the Steppe and woke up at Precipice, fully healed (or as healed as his avatar can become) and accompanied by Pansear, who had refused to explain. No matter how much he had cajoled the PokĂŠmon, he couldnât muster a sign out of himâ not even an eye roll. He was just handed this tube before Pansear returned to his ball.
Regardless, he knows how to deal with it.
âYo, Cat Prof!â he says, already grinning. âHowâs about a round 2?â
He tosses out a familiar ball, and the lab once again shaking with the appearance of a familiar horse. Mudsdale blinks at the shining metal all around, scrunching her eyes upon recognizing the place.
âYou donât mind, do you? You seemed to like the twins.â He pats Mudsdaleâs back. âLetâs see how those repairs fare.â
With that, he began pushing his PokĂŠmon into the chamber, capable of it only thanks to the Fighter class since Mudsdale had resorted to sitting down and turning into a 2,000-pound weight.
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Kazuki
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Post by Kazuki on Oct 4, 2023 4:24:52 GMT 9
The wind whistled by his earâ ripped past his skinâ and threw him back down to earth. A crater. A metallic roar, screeching rails, the sound of artillery. He got up despite the pain, the sensation of it an echo â separate, alien.
A shadow loomed overhead. Wingless, smaller, covered in metal instead of plumage; it bore no resemblance â yet it was an enemy all the same. He did not remember why he was fighting yet his blood roared to continue, spurned by snippets of memory: an impalement, thundering screams, a view of the crashing sky framed by black feathers.
A notification popped into the side of his screenâ and he remembered.
âThatâs enough!â In an instant, the ground settled. Steelix froze arcing over debris, and Waffle on a ruined obelisk stopped his barrage of seed bullets. âTime to go. Get over here.â
He caught Waffle as the cat leapt down, placing him on his shoulder before turning to Steelix. âShut the fuck up,â he told the behemoth, who had said nothing (and had done nothing wrong in his life, ever), but was staring all too knowingly. Steelix narrowly crushed him with his tail in an attempt to pet him before he was returned to his ball.
Kazuki made his way up the path, already knowing the destination by heart.
It had been a while. Whether it was because of Veraiâs other obligations or Kazukiâs shifting schedule or both, the sight of his silhouette at the mouth of the cave felt like coming home. A grin pulled at Kazukiâs lips and his strides grew longer, so fixed on his target that he paid Miyuu no mind. Waffle hopped off his shoulder, predictably returning to Kitten.
âWaiting for someone?â Kazuki purred, slipping his hand around Verai and leaning in, only to pause at the sight of the distracting packages, the silky green one already being chewed and pawed at by Waffle. âThe hell are those?â
<Mmf mrrup!> Waffle chirped in agreement.
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You Can't Take Me
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Post by Kazuki on Sept 26, 2023 11:00:31 GMT 9
Having M'Foxy round him as if heâs shawarma made the hairs on the back of his neck stand, but he kept still, used to this. If not in the arena, hair, makeup, and wardrobe teams moved like this too.
He grimaced at the mention of other UNOVR NPCs. âYou are not putting me in either of those.â Chadwick would basically give him away, same with C.L.A.W. That, and he was not willing to be stuffed in a dress a second time.
â⌠Are you being paid to act like this?â He squinted, but Theron disappeared before he could get an answer, bustling in-character. Kazuki sighed, tensing as he realized he was left in the Snomagerâs crosshairs. Something cold and bright was appearing over his shoulder. PpTE8I1e1d101d10 1d10¡1d10
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