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Post by kwanramen1313 on Jul 28, 2018 4:22:20 GMT
ACD48 Office
To Akira, her sleep seemed like it wasn't thaaaaat long. But, evidently, she had been out for a lot longer than she thought she'd been.
"W-What? What is it? Is it time for murder yet?"
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Post by melcaroni on Aug 2, 2018 4:15:50 GMT
4 Years Ago, Eagleland States: "I wish you wouldn't do this, babe."
The girl laying on the couch next to Melody looked furtively at the handmade protest sign.
"I wish I didn't have to. That we didn't have to." Melody frowned, as she stacked the sign against a wall, laying with a myriad of other signs all reading the same thing: "DIGNITY NOW! NO ON ORDER X-34!"
Her girlfriend, who was a woman with hair, wearing clothes, and with a voice, twiddled her thumbs. "But you could get hurt, you know? Get beaten up, go to prison..."
Melody laughed sadly. "Prison? Yeah... All those things could happen. But that's why I've gotta do this, _____."
She picked up a stapler and a plank and went to work on another sign. "Cause my whole life has been nothing but one big fucking prison."
Dogyo Minimum Security Private Prison Present Day Whatever the Fuck Time It is:
Melody knew already that she had virtually no say in whatever decision the boss had made. She was playing Poker with no cards, standing at the plate without a baseball bat. She'd have to take whatever fastball the boss decided to pitch into her ribs, like it or not.
But the feeling of Tips' face against her fists had felt good. She hadn't gotten wild like that since her protest days back in Eagleland. She was certainly no fighter, but she knew practical self-defense techniques, enough to at least hurt someone. The rush of adrenaline was still strong.
It probably didn't do much, but damn did it feel good.
"Why do people become idols?"
"Capitalism." Melody answered. "I sure as fuck didn't get into it for the love of music. You and I should both know that."
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Post by ramenigma on Aug 11, 2018 9:03:43 GMT
ACD48
"Yeah." Rin responds bluntly. "Yeah, it is."
She turns off the news in the background. M3lo-d is in jail, which is the worst possible outcome. Not only does that mean her plans to sabotage, maybe even kill, her were for nothing... It means, judging from all the bullshit the talk shows were spewing, that her industry... The whole fucking idol industry... was going to shit.
They'd wasted their money on a jar of meaningless dirt.
...She'd revealed that humiliation to that random diner bitch for nothing.
"It doesn't matter." Rin reaches the door and abruptly stops. "None of it matters, because we're idols, you know? Which means we can get away with anything but letting down our fans. So... Let's go. Let's replan, after we go down to the district jail and beat the living shit out of that dense motherfucker who's spitting on our livelihood."
Dogyo Minimum-Security Private Prison
"Incorrect." Manabu begins. "But you're not wrong. Yes, for you, it was money. For a lot it's money. But it's not about the money for every idol. Let me tell you the real reason."
"Love."
"It's love. Not a love of music, not for most. But a love all the same. See, for most girls... It's a love of money. Others it's a love of attention. Others it's a love for their friends or family. For you... It's not even about the money, is it? You don't want to be drowning in dollars, you're not like your manager. For you it's a love of life. You just want to live. You just don't want to die. Am I correct?"
Manabu continues his speech without pausing.
"In any case, the reason I worked to head this industry is out of a love of idols themselves. See, when I was a young man... I collected autographs, photo books, those little idol cards... I spent every cent I could get buying them. I starved myself, hurt myself, pushed myself... There wasn't a day I was bruised all over, all to support my favourite girls. Because. I loved them all so dearly. And now? Now, I have moved on from simply collecting pictures. Now I collect the idols themselves."
Manabu stops and takes a sip from a glass of water. Unlike most, he doesn't smoke, doesn't drink, doesn't even do drugs. Yes, his only vice... is idols.
"Melody. You are my runt card. Every collector has one. A completely average, useless, Normal card with no value whatsoever. You can't sell it, you can't use it, it's the laughing stock of other collectors. But... You put it in the same folder with your ultra-rares, super-rares, secret-rares... Your first editions and meta-breaking cards that people have literally murdered eachother over. And why? Why, Melody?"
"Love."
"Because you just happen to enjoy having the card, no other reason. You are that card. And as you become less and less viable, I become more and more inclined to throw you out. But, because I adore all my girls, no matter how poorly they ruin the cohesion of my collection... I keep you. But a competitive collector can only cater so much to their commodities. Do you get what I'm saying?"
He sighs.
"If you completely poison my deck, and you haven't yet but if you do, I will have to take this little runt card out of my collection... And toss it out."
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Post by The Agnolotti Raichu on Aug 17, 2018 10:03:51 GMT
January 8 - Dogyo Subway Station - Subara:
A shiny pair of boots rhythmically clanks against the concrete floor of the train station. This in and of itself isn't odd. On some days, it felt like every young woman in this whole city was in some sort of idol group. Though even among the crowd of extravagantly dressed, attention-grabbing people with big personalities, one figure somehow managed to stand out.
After all, it wasn't every day you saw an idol with a muscular frame like Subarashiidesuko Osaka's.
Her footing was, admittedly, more than a tad wobbly, and she found herself leaning against the walls for support. She couldn't even walk straight. She didn't know what to blame more, the long train ride making her legs fall asleep or all of the dance training she had put in to prepare herself for this moment. For the past several weeks, it was all she would do. She had even accustomed herself to dancing as a form of locomotion in favor of walking... So maybe that one was just a little bit more likely than the train ride.
She took a deep breath. This was the reason she was here. The Royal Idols were somewhere to be found in this city, she was SURE of it! And she'd dance her way to every building she needed to in order to find them. And if the map that was sent by the Royal Idols THEMSELVES and came in the package with a suspiciously absent return address was anything to go by, she'd find them in no time! She - quite literally - waltzed the rest of the way out of the station, twirling a few passersby unfortunate enough to be in her presence at the wrong moments, until she finally saw sunlight. She still couldn't believe she was even here! She had to get this feeling out somehow... so she opened her mouth and...
"CAN I GET A HELL YEAH?!?!!!"
She called out at the top of her lungs, with her voice that somehow sounded exactly like Skeletor's. She waited a few seconds, and when no response came, she put a hand over her mouth and parroted her "HELL YEAH!" She tried to raise her pitch and lower her volume, though she didn't sound that much different. Content with herself, she consulted the map once more...
January 7 - Graveyard - Red Blood Love:
The performance was over. Gretta and Zoie both stood stock still while the mourning families threw money at them. Whether it was as a thanks for bringing some sort of fun to an otherwise painful visit, or as a form of appeasement so that they stop ruining the atmosphere was of no concern to them... or, one of them at least. Zoie started scraping together as much as she could, $300.
"See? I knew this would be a great idea! Take a look at all of this!" Zoie celebrated, thrusting her arms out toward Gretta's face so she could get a better view of the wad of cash she was holding. Gretta, however, didn't seem too much more joyful than she was a short while ago, before their impromptu dance session. Seeing Zoie care more about the money in her hand than anything else didn't ease that feeling, either, especially with as many people around as there were. If Zoie only cared about money, then it was up to her to try to make the group look good for the audience.
"Ah, thank you! Thank you! You're all too kind! Uh, be sure to try to find us again sometime! We are Red... Blood... Mm..." Gretta trailed off as the crowd dispersed, making her attempt at a recovery fruitless. She turned back toward Zoie, and slowly took the cash in her hands, counting it with a dead look in her eyes. The three hundred now... the two hundred from the Retirement Home... and the hundred seven from UV... That put RBL's total at $707.00. Gretta hardly looked any happier knowing this.
"Man, what's with you?!" Zoie suddenly snapped, startling Gretta. "I don't even see what the big deal is. It's just a dead mom, what are yo-"
"Zoie!" Gretta scolded, instantly shutting the little girl up. Her glare had turned icy cold, not helped by the general chill of the graveyard. She held the glare for a little while longer than was necessary to let Zoie know she really screwed that up, before letting out a sorrowful sigh. "Listen, Zoie. I know what you told me when we first met. I remember everything you said about your terrible house and how awful your parents were. I remember all of it. But that's no excuse to be making those kinds of remarks! You really need to be more considerate of others, especially the people you're living with, you understand me?!" Gretta glared scornfully at Zoie, whose eyes had widened and was suddenly unable to make eye contact.
"U-Uh... Y-Yeah. Sure. I'll... C-Can we go home now?"
Gretta sighed. "...Later, Zoie. There's still one more stop we have to make, and I need you to come with me." Zoie tried and failed to suppress a groan as the two traipsed back to the car.
January 8 - Bachi Apartment Complex - Subara:
"BOOYAH! X MARKS THE... spot?" Subara looked back up from her map to see the run-down apartment building in front of her. "HUH?! THIS IS WHERE THE ROYAL IDOLS HANG OUT?! I SWEAR I FOLLOWED THIS MAP TO A T! ...Maybe it's some sort of... psychology trick or something... BUT FIRST!" Subara bent over to pluck a rose from a nearby garden, doing her best to be mindful of thorns. "THIS SHALL BE SUBARA-CHAN'S SECRET WEAPON! TIME TO DANCE LIKE NEVER BEFORE! WATCH OUT, MY DUDES, THE GREAT PARCHMENT'S COMING!" She exclaimed, perfectly rolling all of her "R"s.
Subara proceeded to scale the apartment building staircases. She flamenco'd her way up the first set, tangoed up the second, and moonwalked down the hallway until she reached her final destination, all perfectly executed, of course. She kept at it until she saw a sign on one of the doors that read "Monster Dust Idol Group". Now, didn't something seem fishy there. "What?! Monster Dust?!" She started, doing her best to not draw attention to her through her volume. "Something's sus, here. The Royal Idols wouldn't LIE to me, right?! After I showed them my dedication to them by sending in those thirty audition tapes?!" She thought it over some more, and pounded her fist into her open palm in pure eureka. "WAIT! I'VE GOT IT! OBVIOUSLY, THEY WON'T LET THE WORLD KNOW THEY'RE THE ROYAL IDOLS BECAUSE THAT WOULD DRAW TOO MUCH ATTENTION TO THEM, SO THEY HAVE TO USE SOME OTHER NAME WHILE THEY'RE PRACTICING! SOMETHING LIKE... MONSTER DUST! Nyah hah hah... Subara, you're so smart."
Well, it was now or never. The Royal Idols were just on the other side of that door. She readied her secret weapon, and knocked on the door four times with perfect rhythm. This moment was crucial. It was time... for the first impression.
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Post by dsy on Sept 22, 2018 5:58:25 GMT
Aero's Office: Five Weeks ago
"I'm sorry Aero, but this team up just can't continue. I can't stand it anymore, I can't stand you or your insanity any longer. And I don't think it does much for me to stick around either as both our idol reputations plummet thanks to your insane persona. This can't work any longer. I can't keep doing these things. I'm out, goodbye."
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Aero's Office: Present Day
"Job? Job!? Job where are you!?"
Morning. It always comes. And it always sucks too. My eyes are always all crusty and my back always aches. They tell me too sleep on a bed or a mattress or something but I can never get comfortable.
...Never mind that tho, where the heck is Job?
"Job! I command you to be here this instant!"
..............Still nothing. Fine, I'll have to take care of this again myself. Now, how shall I go about this? I can feel these cold, flat things that move when I touch them, seem to slide around, must be my papers.
There's a big solid thing here, feels cold too....ah ha, I found my swivel chair! This must be by my desk. Now if I could only just pull myself up with my chair I could--!!
"Oh! Uwaawawa!!" *THUD*
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Aero is known for a lot of things. No he's not. But one thing he is known for is that he can't make toast. This is all fine pointless information, but one thing he is not known for is falling flat on his face.
That doesn't mean it doesn't happen to him a lot it just means he's not well known for it. The pain that shot through his nose now seems to fade away after his crash into the ground.
He knew it, he knew today would just be one of those days. A crappy day.
Around the same time, his associate Job entered the room, stage left, and looked down upon her inpained employer.
Without a word, she helps him up to his chair and brushes him off with her hands.
"There you are Job!" Aero snaps. Nose still red from the fall, "I was wondering where you were! Why were you not here on time this morning!?"
"I was." Job responds, voice normal but tone faint with a hint of bashfulness.
"Then why did you not answer my calls!?" Aero calls back, arms now folded.
"I was cleaning up the other room like you told me too." Job responds back, voice maintaining. "You told me, 'don't let anything stop you until you finish'."
"Job." Aero says, putting a hand over his face, "I was talking about anything other than me. And for that matter I told you to do that last night."
Job nods. "I know."
Aero stares back at Job and the two seem to share a gaze for a moment.
A long moment.
But a moment all the same.
"So why were you still cleaning it." Aero says, gesturing with his hands for a response.
"Because you said not to let anything stop me unt--"
"JOB." Aero stops her, "That's not what that means."
"Oh." Job says looking down. "I see, I'm sorry."
"Never mind that," Aero says getting up from his chair, "We have more important things to do right now."
Job looks back up to Aero, tho her head is slightly tilted in confusion. "What are we doing today?"
Aero grips his hand into a fist. "Today, we take idol fame and fortune for ourselves! To long have I been ignored and halted from my righteous conquest! And I figure, if I'm gonna take this world by storm, it better be sometime this week!"
And in a feeling of pure: 'why not' Aero turns dramatically to Job, arm outstretched in an epic pose. "Come Job! We have work to do!"
Before the whole diatribe is interrupted by that sound. That sound that usually arrives around 11am to 1pm and then comes back at around 6 or 8 pm.
You know the sound. The sound of your stomach growling.
"But first breakfast. I will not sing or dance on an empty stomach. Come now, Job."
With that Aero walks into the light and leaves, Job following behind.
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Post by The Agnolotti Raichu on Sept 24, 2018 10:26:25 GMT
January 7 - Dogyo Detention Center - Red Blood Love:
"Come ON, Gretta..." Zoie whined, while frantically turning her head, walking slowly behind a Gretta holding a file folder and the detention guard. "Why do we have to go to this stupid jail in the first place?! This place is giving me the creeps!"
"Zoie..." Gretta started solemnly. "This might not concern you at all, but there's a matter I have to attend to here that means a lot to me. I don't even know if I'm going to gain anything from being here. But... I have to try."
"Try what exactly?"
"...To... free my father."
Zoie stopped walking and stared at Gretta quizzically. Gretta, in return, sighed and winced, as if saying what she was about to say physically pained her.
"My father is the one who stood accused of murdering my mother, Zoie. It happened such a long time ago that I can't remember every detail, but the sight of my father being arrested has scarred my mind since the moment it happened. It's been years... and I still want to believe that he's innocent. No. More than that. I know he's innocent! I need to find a way to get him out of here, okay? And I don't want to do this alone... do you understand, Zoie?"
"...I guess?"
"...Merci."
"Alright, ladies." The guard suddenly stopped moving forward, indicating the cell where Mr. Dannlo was being kept. "Here's your stop. Just wait a few minutes while we get him for you." True to the guard's word, a few minutes passed before a shadowy man shuffled into view. It seemed he was rather reluctant to enter the room, and each step was more and more hesitant. He plopped himself into the seat with a grunt. The air was heavy between everyone here. It felt like they needed to try about three times as hard just to breathe normally. Gretta opened her file and started thumbing through it, looking for a place to open before her father beat her to the chase.
"Uagghh... So. That time of year again, eh, kiddo?" The man's voice was gravelly, and Gretta flinched upon hearing it. He knew she disliked being called a child... She was 21, dammit. She should at least expect some respect from her own father... "I don't suppose you're here for a nice jaunt down memory lane, eh?"
"You and I both know why I'm here, Dad. And I don't suppose you're any more willing to confess what actually happened on the day of my mom's death."
"Ah, Christ. I already told you. Nothing you say can make me change my testimony. I shot Estelle then stabbed her where the bullet hit for good measure, and that's all you're getting out of me."
"Well, I guess that's that." Zoie interjected suddenly with a bored expression on her face. "Case closed, too bad so sad, let's go home already... Gretta...?" Zoie started to trail off when Mr. Dannlo started staring at her. "Hey, shady! What's the big idea here?!"
"Hey, Gretta. Who's the kid? Looks awful old to be yours."
"Zoie, don't just... Dad, that's Zoie, don't mind her. She's my... She's my associate." There. Gretta figured that was a good word for it.
"Yeah, associate. Not what you were saying a few minutes ago..." Zoie audibly grumbled.
"Zoie!"
"Well, the kid's right, Gretta. That is that. There ain't nothing you can do about this." Mr. Dannlo, assertive as he was, seemed just as downcast as the girls.
"Except that your story's outdated! It has been for a while now! Forensics confirmed two years ago that the bullet wasn't the cause of death! In fact, just a couple of weeks ago, after paying some special favors, they gave me this." She pulled out a slip from her file. There were both written reports and diagrams detailing the murder. "The most recent version of the autopsy, though this still seems pretty old. But they've confirmed that not only was the bullet not the cause of death, but where she was shot, there's not one, but two stab wounds right between her shoulders! How do you explain that?!"
Gretta's breath was getting faster, and her voice was getting louder. Though despite her rising intensity, it appeared the shady man on the other side of the glass was content to simply sit in silence, turning his head away.
"Your motive was never revealed either! Can you at least tell me why you killed your own wife?!"
More silence. Gretta was starting to tear up. This always happened. Every year for as long as she could drag herself here, she tried presenting evidence, she tried interrogation, but her father remained a stone. Refused to speak. Refused to offer any other possibility that it was him. But it wasn't. It couldn't have been. Gretta was so sure.
"You can't even give me that! You couldn't have done it! Please! Work with me! It's plain as day you're innocent, so just tell me-"
"Listen here, kiddo." He coldly snapped, causing Gretta to flinch again, and a couple of tears to roll back down her cheeks. "I want you to take a good, deep look inside yourself. Ask yourself, 'What am I accomplishing in taking this case?' You know who was there when it happened? Me, a few party guests who all had alibis, and an eight-year-old little girl! That info you worked so hard to get? It'll get you nothing! You know how old this case is?! Thirteen years! Nobody cares about it anymore! You're driving yourself into the ground for no reason! When you keep living in the past like this, you'll always be just a kid, you understand me? So the faster you let this whole thing go, the faster both of us will stop suffering. It's best for everyone this way. You're working your way up, anyways. There's nothing left I can do as a father to help you along living your life. So listen to your old man, and drop. The case... Guard, I'm ready to go back."
With another grunt, Mr. Dannlo pushed himself up and lumbered back into the other chamber, leaving Gretta blubbering just like at the graveyard. Zoie cautiously approached her and put a hesitant hand on her shoulder.
"So... he's uh... He's kinda intense, isn't he?" Gretta continued sobbing, with a sporadic variation of "I don't understand," weakly leaving her lips. Zoie stood there for a few moments, unsure of what to do. Soon, she figured that Gretta wasn't going to do much by herself, so she had to take initiative. Rolling her eyes, she grabbed Gretta's wrist and tried to lead her back to the car. Instead what ended up happening was that Zoie yanked Gretta's arm down the passageways until they reached their destination...
January 8 - Dogyo Streets - Aya:
Aya could hardly be referred to as an active individual. She'd get out and do physical activities when she had to, but for the most part, she'd be content to stay in her room all day. She'd probably seen more of the sun these past few days than she had weeks or even months prior. She was impressed she hadn't burned up at all lately.
Or... she would be, were she not doubled over, holding her knees, out of breath right now. She wasn't even too far out of the Retirement Home, much to her dismay. She frequently checked behind her to see if that woman was still on her trail, though her visibility was hindered by her massive hairdo. That thing had bitten her in the rear quite a bit today, hadn't it? It was almost enough to make her consider getting rid of it, but it wasn't every day you were chased around by a vampire...
Multiple seconds-long bursts of sprinting followed by slightly longer rest periods later, she figured she was safe. Her state probably wasn't helped by the sprinting she had done to get to the Retirement Home in the first place, or by the dancing she had done just fourteen... wait for it... exactly fifteen minutes ago. And she was quickly finding that her stomach wasn't optimally full either... And she was starting to get all sweaty from her activity. She hated that feeling... the way her skin suddenly felt so sticky and moist... Ugh. She always wondered how people did things like running for a living.
...Oh. Two people just so happened to be walking toward her. One was a girl probably around her age, if not a bit younger, wearing a striking hat stylized to look like a panda bear. The other was a man wearing a blue jacket like a cape. She didn't know why these two individuals stuck out to her, but she had to at least try to get out a proper greeting around her fatigue.
"H-... Hello..." She tried calling out to the two of them.
...She was still hunched over.
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Post by dsy on Oct 4, 2018 17:06:26 GMT
January 8 - Dogyo Streets Sometimes living in a busy city can make it a little hard to get to where you're headed too.
But unfortunately for Aero and Job, it doesn't really matter where you are, because if you're not paying attention you're not gonna get anywhere anyway.
---------------------------------------------------- Aero Aero isn't exactly a shut in by most definitions, however he's also not been one to simply stick his head out a window and really glimpse the world around him. Having to now do so has put him in a rather distracted state, now to obsessed in his own thoughts to even remember where he was heading in the first place.
Which could be problematic for a number of reasons, one of which including but not limited to a person beckoning him for some sort of conversation.
"....Let's see here, so, subtract....16 weeks. But then again, some months have more than 4 weeks in them...so to make up for lost time I should try doing....mmm, no, that'd be a bad idea."
Aero continued walking, madness slipping out of his mouth in small mumbles. Past everyone else, and...
"H-... Hello..."
...right past a pink haired girl.
"Yes, yes hello." Was his response, half thought and a quarter attention before walking straight on past.
However, there was one other. Trailing right behind Aero from the start who seemed much more invested in this person than not at all in the slightest.
In fact she seemed rather invested.
----------------------------------------------------------- Job Job simply stares at Aya for a moment. Taking in her clear discomfort and obvious slouch.
"Um, Sir?" Job calls to Aero, "Sir wait! I she needs help."
"Mmm....huh?"
Aero stops, train of thought now broken. "What?" He calls back, returning to Job and Aya.
"I think this lady needs help." Job says again pointing to Aya.
Aero looks to Aya. And then back to Job. And then back at Aya again. And then back at Job.
"Okay.......so?" Is his first thought.
"Shouldn't we help her?" Job asks.
"Why?" Aero asks back.
"Isn't that our mission?" Job asks "To help people?"
Aero scratches his head. "Uh. What?"
Job steps closer to Aero, "Didn't you say something like that? About us fighting some kind of battle that will help the world?"
Aero scratches his head further. "I mean, I was talking about hunting down the earbud wrappers when I said that.."
Job steps forward further, "Sir! I believe that we helping her is not only the right thing to do, but also is another step forward to reaching your goals! I think you simply must do something!"
Aero now steps back a bit. "Well...hmmm.. When you put it like that, I have been a little too lax on my own stuff...."
"Mmm.."Aero now thinks aloud. "Well.. I do need to get back on track, and if your saying helping her will help me than I can't really argue that I should help her. mmmm..."
"Alright then!" Aero yells out.
"You!" Aero says, now dramatically pointing at Aya "Shall accompany us for breakfast. All expenses payed courtesy of me assuming you don't blow my whole budget."
Job tilts her head to Aero. "..Wait, should you take her to a hospital or something?"
"What?" Aero questions, looking to Job in disbelief. "Why would I do that? So they could give her a shot or something?"
Job scratches her head.
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Post by The Agnolotti Raichu on Oct 8, 2018 6:47:45 GMT
January 7 - Gretta's Apartment - Red Blood Love:
Several hours had passed since returning from the trip to the jail. Gretta had decided it best to take a bit of a nap, partially to try to sleep off the sour mood that visit always left her in, and partially because she felt that tonight was going to be a very long one. Zoie was lounging on the couch, taking in whatever crappy sitcoms were on at this hour through osmosis, mostly because the remote was out of comfortable reach. Soon, Zoie was made acutely aware of how long it had been since she had eaten, and with a groan, got up to heat up some instant noodles. After hesitating a slight amount, she figured she should probably heat up a second one for Gretta. That whole courtesy crap or whatever, she supposed...
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DAMMIT, HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE FOR THREE DAMN MINUTES TO GO BY?! Man, she hated waiting. Soon, but not soon enough, the noodles were done. Zoie nearly burned her hand trying to get them out immediately. She had to put on those stupid-looking oven mitts that made her look like a doofus in order to accomplish anything, and brought one cup to Gretta, still sound asleep.
"And you'd better eat up quick. You don't want this to get cold or anything, do you?" Zoie asked Gretta in a quiet, mock-motherly voice and snickered, before feeling her own internal bitterness take over. She let out a sigh that was a bit louder than she intended as she left the room. The scent soon hit Gretta, and her eyes fluttered open. She looked over and smiled at the nice thought Zoie had. She smiled more somberly when she realized Zoie had neglected to give her any chopsticks, or any other form of eating utensil...
She walked out stretching to see Zoie flopped back onto the couch, slowly flipping through channels, and grabbed a pair of chopsticks. "Hey, Zoie. Think you could change it to channel 23?"
"Guuugh... Fine." Zoie replied, sitting up to make room on the couch. "Hey, wait a minute. Isn't this that stupid crime drama?"
"So? You aren't doing anything with the TV right now, are you?" Gretta sat down next to her and opened up her cup of noodles. Zoie rolled her eyes and switched the channel.
"So wait a minute. I thought it was a bad thing when a detective is really into these crappy cop shows," Zoie said before drinking a little bit of her noodle cup the same way she would a can of off-brand soda.
"Well, it can be, if you go into them thinking they're real. It's much easier to think of them like murder mysteries, except... not, I suppose..." Gretta stared at her chopsticks before deciding to just imitate Zoie.
"Whatever. It always ends the same anyways. The kid did it. The kid always does it."
"It was the kid that one time!"
"Whatever! There's always a kid involved and they're like a super huge part of the whole thing!"
"Well of course! You wouldn't introduce characters to a story if they weren't going to be important, would you?"
There was a pause, as both Zoie and Gretta stared at the TV screen, treating it like a camera in a hidden camera show. They kept up this disinterested stare through a unified slurping of their respective dinners, before Gretta got up off the couch.
"Well, I should probably be going soon."
"What the hell?! You just sat down!"
"I know. But I have people on my to-do list tonight..." Gretta took another big gulp and winked, and watched Zoie's face explode red with only a tinge of guilt.
"GRETTA, I DIDN'T NEED TO KNOW THAT!" Zoie shouted as Gretta giggled. It was so easy - and more fun that she'd like to admit - to embarrass Zoie like that. It was so difficult to resist the opportunities sometimes.
"Okay, okay. I don't know when I'll be back, so try to get to bed at a reasonable time, okay?" With that, Gretta left the apartment, leaving Zoie to idly flip through the channels again. She knew exactly what she had to do tonight...
January 8 - Dogyo Streets - Aya:
Well, at least one of them was concerned for her. Regaining her breath, she eavesdropped on the conversation the two were having. ...Was it considered eavesdropping if it was happening three feet around you? That was a question that Aya found herself returning to startlingly often, but apparently, the time was never right for her to receive closure, so she never did.
Finally standing upright, Aya decided to actually speak up, staring directly at Job. It was kinda creepy, to be honest. "Oh. I don't require a trip to the hospital. I was just out of breath from running too much. I would love to accompany you for..." Breakfast? She already had breakfast. Wasn't it closer to lunchtime? Or did time pass more slowly in that retirement home than she thought it did. "...For food." There. That was satisfactory, she thought.
"Provided, of course, she's not following." She added, not quite as an afterthought, but close. Her focus was notably shifty. "...Perhaps while we're there, you could tell me more about what's troubling you about specific hip-hop beats being exuded from specific audio transmission devices. I would advise you to perhaps listen to a different genre of music if it bothers you so much."
January 8 - Gretta's Apartment - Red Blood Love:
The next morning, Zoie was the first up, and forced to make her own breakfast. Having little to no culinary skills or budget for food, the best she could manage was a couple slices of plain toast. After waiting the forty-five minutes that actually turned out to be two, she dug in.
It tasted like imagination.
And not the vibrant, childlike imagination people expected a girl her age to have for some reason. No, it tasted like the imagination of a thirteen-year-old girl who had no business being as jaded as she was... Well, okay, she did have business in that department, but you get the idea. Oh, look. There's Gretta all dressed in her idol costume, groggy, holding her backside, and hesitant to sit down.
"Fun night?" Zoie asked less out of wanting to know and more to break the tension in the room. Gretta answered by shaking her head nearly imperceptibly. "Alright yeah cool, spare me the details, for the love of..."
Gretta slowly made up her own breakfast and even more slowly sat down. "I was supposed to get a lead on that case last night... I suppose I shouldn't be too upset. The officers tried to find whatever they could. Not very hard, but still..."
"Wait. Wait! You sold yourself to the cops?! How-..." Zoie stared at her, dumbfounded.
"Oh, you know how the police work here in Sunrise Land. It's not a crime when they do it." Zoie rolled her eyes at this, and the two continued eating, Gretta being a bit more bitter than she usually was. Seriously! Was the entire universe against her trying to figure out what happened to her own mother?! Well, that would just mean she'd work it out through the information she had... later. There was, of course, money to make today.
"Come along, Zoie. We have shows to do!" Gretta chimed as she struggled to get up.
"Uh... you sure you can?"
"Well, I have to whether I can or not, don't I? I couldn't live with myself as a mother if I left you all by yourself, could I?" Calling herself Zoie's mother earned her another pained groan from the little one.
"Yeah, sure. Whatever. But I'm not putting on the outfit until I need to, okay?"
"Sure thing, pepper. Rapidement!"
"...You know, we never did talk to that Brite chick yesterday..."
"Zoie..."
Red Blood Love is open for interaction/whooping your sorry asses!
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Post by dsy on Oct 8, 2018 7:01:53 GMT
4 Months ago - Aero's Office
"I don't understand Aero! Why are you being so difficult?"
"I'm simply saying it won't work. Why waste the time trying to 'get along' when we both know its a waste? You don't like me and I certainly don't like you."
"But why!? We haven't even done one gig together! What is it about me you can't stand?"
"Well I'm sorry, miss, but if you can't even get that then this partnership is even more doomed than I'm telling you it is! I'm not partnering with you! Get out!"
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January 8 - Dogyo Street Aero
"Breakfast, food, whatever." Aero says, dismissively waving his arms at Aya. "Let's just go I'm freakin hungry."
Words spoken simply. Like his turn away to look for some sort of restaurant.
Until something was said that made him turn right on back.
"Provided, of course, she's not following."
"Excuse me!?" Aero snaps swiftly, jumping back to face Aya. Eyes clearly suspicious of this woman, the kind you get when someone is sizing you up to see if your a lizard man from Mars, "Do you have some sort of problem with my assistant?"
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Post by hessehl a la marinara on Oct 14, 2018 18:05:53 GMT
January 8 - Gretta's Apartment - Red Blood Love:
"Zoie."
Gretta looked at the hour on her cellphone. "Go and get in your costume, we are going in 5 mins to perform to a fancy school ful off rich kids against this boyband... they are kinda hot." The name of the band was Gotsu no Taizai, a hot new boyband, Gretta had been with all members and took photos of them sleeping afterwards the act. Sometimes Gretta blackmails them with the photos, because they can't be with any person romantically or sexually, legally.
"I'll be waiting in the car! Take two water bottles from the refrigerator."
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Post by The Agnolotti Raichu on Oct 15, 2018 1:01:12 GMT
Gretta's Apartment - Zoie:
"Gretta, c'mooooooon! Can't I just put it on right before we go on?" Zoie protested at first, though the next part caught her attention. "Wait. A boy band? Like... an actual one?!" She tried her hardest to hide her excitement, though it was pretty evident what she thought of this situation.
"Uh. I mean, right! Sure! Whatever! Like I care about some dumb, smelly... incredibly hot... GRAH! Well I don't!" She continued to act uncaring and aloof until Gretta left the building. Zoie waited a few moments... and let out a high-pitched squeal. Something she didn't do often. "A boy band! I've never seen one live before! OOOOOOOH, what if it's... THEM! Hoooooly crap, today's gonna be the best day of my entire life!"
She vigorously reached beneath the couch she slept on and pulled out a magazine depicting five young men wearing the exact same messy hairstyle and the exact same studded leather outfit in differing colors. "Ooh! What if I get to meet Brad?! Oh, the things I'd let that man do to me! I might even let him KISS ME! On the LIPS! And WHY WON'T DAN AND KENNIE KISS ALREADY?! C'mon guys, literally EVERYONE wants it! Just do it already!" Before Zoie had a chance to really lose herself in Fujoshi hell, she snapped back at the realization that she'd never meet them at this rate. Hell, these probably weren't even the people they were going to meet, but that didn't stop her from hoping. She scurried to get that dumbass outfit on, feeling like it was just a little bit more worth it now. Just a little.
"Wait a minute... didn't Gretta say something about the fridge?" She hurried over and saw the two water bottles that Gretta was talking about. Or... at least, she thought she was talking about those? The fridge was mostly empty, so it wasn't a long shot. Thank God they were so poor. If she had to actually pay attention there, she probably would've gotten in trouble. Soon, she headed back down to Gretta's car, tittering and giggling like the schoolgirl she was... or, was supposed to be at least.
Dogyo Streets - Aya:
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......Well, this man was certainly intense. Out of nowhere, he was suddenly slinging around accusations of... something? Aya didn't quite understand. She didn't say a single thing about his assistant! What was he so riled up about! She only said...
"...Oh. It happened again. I apologize. I shouldn't have been vague. Your assistant is quite lovely, rest assured. I simply had a nasty encounter with a vampire." She said it so casually, like this was an everyday occurrence for her. Or maybe that's just her natural lack of variance in tone. She continued whilst staring directly into Aero's eyes. It was kinda creepy. "She promised me a... good time... as she put it, though I was not sure if she was being honest. Fortunately, I was able to get away. That is the reason why I was so out of breath when we met. Does this resolve your trifle?"
She continued staring while waiting for a response.
Kusogamine Academy - Gotsu no Taizai:
Five young men wearing the exact same messy hairstyle and the exact same studded leather outfit in differing colors approached the school. Doing this was kinda risque, seeing as how for the past two days the school has seen nothing but a bombardment of idol groups one after the other. With nobody's permission for it to be so, the school was the hottest venue in all of Dogyo. So of course, the only move for this hot new group to make...
...was the exact same move everyone else was making. Who wanted different? Trends were easily digestible, appealed to the most people, and most importantly, required the least effort. Yes, the Five Deadly Sins would take this school by storm.
"Well, boys, here we are!" Mike, the man in black, inhaled deeply while a devilish grin crossed his face. "You all know why we're here, right?"
"I believe..." Gunther, the man in pink, started with a complete lack of passion, "...that we are here to orchestrate another one of your devious... 'panty raids?'"
"Heheh~! Just like the Cap~♪!" Brad, the man in red, chimed coolly. He held a flask in one hand, and was dragging around the soundly sleeping man (Man? Is that right? He looks awful young........ Okay checked my sources, he is indeed a man.) in blue, Kennie, in the other.
"C'mon, Captain!" Dan, the tall man in orange, scolded. "You're seriously thinking about high-school girls' underwear at a time like this?!"
"Hey, come on, that's not what I'm doing! We're gonna do a big show here and invite all the girls! They'll be so enamored with us that we don't even NEED to raid the panties! We don't need to go to them! THEY'LL come to US!"
"Niiiice~. Sounds like a party to me~♪!" Brad took a swig of his flask.
"Brad, don't encourage him..." Dan sighed as the group kept toward the academy entrance.
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Post by hessehl a la marinara on Oct 15, 2018 2:46:51 GMT
Kusogamine Academy-Gretta:
Gretta parked in front of the entrance were the group of boys were standing, Gretta's known by the public by always making "adventurous" entrances, she took the bottle of cold water while getting out of the car, then when she was out of it she sprayed it all over her already revealing costume which certainly attracted the eyes of the teens who attended the school.
"Here we are Zoie, I would like to present you the members of Gotsu no Taizai, you could say they are my close friends." Gretta got out her phone to show Zoie a picture of her and the boys of the group in what it seemed to be a bar, Gretta was wearing a dress that left almost nothing to the imagination, which was somewhat typical of her.
"Hello mes amours! Did you already miss me?" And Gretta shouted to the colorful men while striking one of her signature poses.
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Post by The Agnolotti Raichu on Oct 15, 2018 4:13:48 GMT
Kusogamine Academy - Zoie and Gotsu no Taizai:
Zoie spent most of the car ride in her own little fantasy world, quietly giggling at the thought of meeting one of her favorite groups. It was... a remarkable change of character from her usual self. Oftentimes, she tried to stop herself because holy crap she's acting weird and Gretta's right there, but the image of Brad's abs kept permeating her mind and sending her back into her trance.
Soon, the car came to a complete stop, and... oh... oh jeez. Those outfits. Those colors! There they were! Gotsu no Taizai themselves! "HOLY CRAP! How'd you know they were gonna be here?! I mean, uh... These are the losers we have to fight? Real lame... I'm so sorry Brad. W-Wait a minute here! Gretta, you know them?!" She stared at the picture on Gretta's phone. "You drank with them?! ...You... probably... did that... with all of them..." Zoie's smile quickly turned to a pained one. "GRETTA, THAT'S NOT HOW THAT'S SUPPOSED TO WORK, DAMMIT! You can have Mike and Gunther, Brad is mine, and Dan and Kennie are deeply in love with each other and you can't tell me otherwise, got it?!"
"Hello mes amours! Did you already miss me?" Gretta shouted to get the boys' attention, and well, it worked. Dan went pale in the face, and Mike and Brad started sweating profusely, not helped by Gretta's dampened garments, clinging more to her form and starting to turn see-through. Kennie remained asleep and Gunther just stood there.
"Shit, it's her!" Mike, Dan, and Brad all panicked at once. Brad started kicking Kennie frantically. "Hey, Kenster, wake the hell up, man! SHE'S here!" Kennie's eyes fluttered open, he let out a cute yawn...
"KYAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!" And then shrieked and dashed toward Dan, squeezing him, as if he were asking the giant of a man for protection.
"Oooohhhh, I get it," said Mike, the first one to recover. "You're a MILF! Nice of you to introduce your daughter to us! But uh... we really ought to be going now. Important show stuff!"
"Indeed." Gunther deadpanned. "I wonder... is this what... 'fear' is?"
"Yeah, alright girls. I have to step in here and ask what exactly you're doing." Dan approached the two girls. Even though it wasn't Brad, seeing one of the members this close to her made it difficult for Zoie not to forgive Gretta for her crimes against this group.
"Hehehehehehehehe... He's even taller in person... but uh. Hey, Gretta? What the hell did you DO to them?!"
"That isn't anything you need to worry about, okay?" Dan stared down at Zoie with a kind smile. "But seriously. We don't have time for your antics right now. Please leave."
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Post by hessehl a la marinara on Oct 15, 2018 4:59:11 GMT
Kusogamine Academy-Gretta:
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAhahaha, you guys are all so funny, acting like you don't know who I am." Gretta's face was pure joy, she truly enjoyed making men scared of her presence, it just felt right.
She got close to Dan, the cute 'virgin' idol who she had the pleasure of 'personally' meeting. " The real question my cute Zoie is what I didn't do to them." She embraced the boy. "Believe me, you guys must always have time for my antics, or you know what will happen..." She started to twirl her finger in the boy's chest and pressed her breasts against his back. "You guys will have a band fight with us and then take us to a nice luxurious restaurant to eat, or then... hehehehe... I'll end your careers." She whispered into the idol ears and then let him go of her arms.
"Also you dumbasses, this girl is my associate, not my daughter, her name is Zoie and I'm not a MILF." She proclaimed to the colorful group while pointing her finger of justice.
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dsy
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Post by dsy on Oct 15, 2018 5:49:46 GMT
4 Months ago - Aero's office "Andrew, are you seeing the problem here?"
"Yes. And I'm working on it as we speak!"
But of course, he wasn't. His 'office' was a mess, his idol status dropping, and here he sat. Behind his desk, on his torn swivel chair, untangling cords.
The whole place was such a mess you could barely see the ground with all the dirty papers over it. Not that that was a problem when there was only one lamp to light the room. A lamb with a dying lightbulb that is.
"....So uh. Anyone else come in about the partnership add?"
"Yeah, yeah." Aero says dismissively, "But they were all unqualified, so I sent them home."
Unqualified? What does that mean?
"What.......ever I guess. Look, I've got a meeting in an hour so, just, I don't know, good luck or something?"
"Yeah yeah." Aero says waving, "....Oh and by the way, stop calling me Andrew."
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"Oh. Well that's okay then."
Like a car stopping on a dime. 60 to 0, Aero snaps right back into his usual self about as fast as he snapped at Aya.
"Now then. I think we've wasted enough time." Aero says pulling out a coin.
"Now, I don't know these places too well, so I'm going to throw this coin and where ever the head faces is where we'll go. Sound good?"
With the lofty rules in place, Aero tosses the coin in the air. The head on the head's side pointing straight across the street, upon landing.
"Errrrrrrrrrm. Yeah, sure. That looks like a restaurant anyway."
With that, Aero moves to cross the road. Nonchalantly motioning for Job to follow him.
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