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Post by kwanramen1313 on Apr 22, 2016 3:39:28 GMT
ACD48 "Offices"
"Stab me? Aww, why would you want to do that, Rin-chan?"
Akira began to pout, as she gently took the knife from Rin.
"If you really just wanted some of my blood..."
She proceeds to cut herself lightly on the palm of her hand, blood slowly seeping its way from the wound.
Extending her hand, she said, "... I'd just give you some~"
She then proceeds to lick the blood off of the knife.
"And oh, do you really have that little faith in me, Rin-chan? Me, the greatest detective, Akira Nishikino?"
"It'd be simple! We'd just make an impossible locked room... Kill one of the members from... One of those other groups. Everyone would be like 'Oh no??? Who did this crime???' and then we can swoop in and save the day with our ingenious crime solving!"
She proceeded to widely grin.
"So... How about that? That sound like fun to you?"
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Post by inspectoralnoodle on Apr 22, 2016 3:53:55 GMT
Monster Dust Apartment
Mei held on firmly to the hand, feeling the burning passion in Kawako's heart with only one goal mind in: to set her free from the depths of the bean bag. The bean bag may have taken her, but that wouldn't stop them. Mei would break free, she would soar into the air once more and show everyone a fun time! She imagined the soft darkness of the bean bag as the curtains of a stage, just waiting to be opened. And that was where Mei stood, ready to perform in front of the audience. She wouldn't let them down, she would show them what she could do! With Kawako-san by her side, she could do anything!
She pulled on the hand that connected her to the outside world and it pulled back with all the force of a million stars. Mei felt herself come free of the bonds of the bean bag and ripped back into the apartment. Her reflexes kicked in. Still holding onto Kawako, she gracefully twirled above her, spinning both of them slowly, like a pair of gymnastic ballet dancers. Miraculously, neither of them fell. (Well, miraculous for her partner, this type of stuff came naturally to Mei.) Mei finished by landing beside Kawako, untwisting their arms with a spin and ending by gracefully falling into Kawako's arm and leaning back, almost like the end to some interpretive dance.
For extra effect, the light bulb above them short circuited and shot out a shower of sparks around them as it dimmed.
"Well, that was good practice! Thanks Kawako-san!" Mei says, finally speaking after a long silence. She releases herself from Kawako's iron grip and dusts herself off. "Come on, let's go shopping for new light bulbs and duct tape. And food, I'm hungry!"
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Post by melcaroni on Apr 22, 2016 22:08:53 GMT
Oceanic Entertainment Building
The Oceanic Entertainment Building was obnoxiously large. Standing at an absurdly high 200 stories, the whole thing was so large that if you were to jump off the top, you'd be able to see your own funeral by the time you hit the ground.
So you can imagine Melody's dismay when she found the elevator had suddenly broken down.
"No no no, are you KIDDING ME!?" She cried, jamming the button over and over. "Augh, no, no WHY."
"It's out, huh?" A young woman who Melody recognized as one of the secretaries remarked, smiling wryly at the "Out Of Order" signal flashing above the door. With a sigh, she walked to the side and opened the door to the staircase. Melody followed, her pupils shrinking behind her already large glasses as she stared down the endless abyss of stairs.
"Well, good thing it's only the 94th floor," The secretary remarked, beginning the descent down the stairs. "The guys up above are gonna be pissed."
As if on cue, a door several stories up opened, and a groan of agony floated down to their ears. Melody sighed, and reluctantly grabbed the handrail, glumly descending into the unending darkness, the only sound echoing being her footsteps.
"Don't worry," Melody muttered to herself, mimicing Tip's smug-ass voice, "This is a good way to work off those few pounds you got."
And so began the long trek down. The silence was deafening, but Melody had almost gotten used to it, when the secretary's phone began to ring.
"Hello? OH MY GOD, ERIKA! YES,I CAN TALK, IT'S BEEN SO LONG! HOW ARE YOUR 25 CHILDREN?"
Melody glanced over the railing down the center of the staircase.
..Maybe someday. But not today.
"Oh, Erika, I'm so glad you asked! You see, if you ask me, the Prime Minister isn't fooling anyone with that 'birth certificate' nonsense! He only got into office because of the idiot voters nowadays, who probably get all their propaganda straight from the internet. It's a real shame that this generation will never know..."
Finally, it was over. Melody stepped into glorious sunlight, her mouth slowly creeping into a smile of relief as she breathed fresh air in what felt like an eternity. Her feet were raw and her legs were jelly-- But it was over, she was free.
*buzzzzzz*
Melody blinked, taking a moment to remember that phones existed and that she owned one and that she'd just gotten a text from Shigeru.
Melody closed her phone with a sigh, and began heading down the street. Luckily, the nearest Supermarket wasn't too far away, and she had just enough money in her pocket to afford some instant noodles and a pack of sodas. She could make this work.
...This "feud" thing with that girl better be worth it. Melody thought. I'm gonna need that paycheck real soon.
Dogyo Supermarket of Dubious Brand Name:
Out in the big world, she may be small, but in the Supermarket, she was prepared. Like a predator on the hunt, she entered, her mind focused and eyes sharp, on the hunt for deals.
She sped through the aisles, weaving through the swarms of people. She briefly stopped, staring longingly down the book aisle, but quickly tore her eyes away from it.
Maybe someday. But not today.
She cruised down the aisles rapidly, gathering a cluster of cardboard, bug spray, 50 yen lighters, the cheapest mini fridge she could find, and an armful of Instant Ramen, because when you're hungry, stereotypes are not the first thing on your mind. And lastly...
Melody slid into the soda aisle with her cartful of assorted objects; in her frenzy, she nearly rammed into a young-looking girl examining the varied selection of cola. Melody quickly slammed on the brakes, jerking a bit as she stopped.
"Oh! S-sorry," She blurted out, readjusting her glasses, still a bit jacked up on adrenaline. Perhaps her shopping frenzy would wind up killing someone one day.
Maybe someday, but not today.
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Post by Ricer6 on Apr 22, 2016 22:53:22 GMT
The Only Supermarket in Dogyo
At this point, the Dr. Pepper was looking tempting to Riho, because she certainly didn't want to try any Coma-Cola. There was also the option of getting some nice root beer, or some cream soda, or orange soda, or something that isn't a generic brown soft drink, so she was very split at this point. But then her imagination acts up and she pictures herself cracking open a cold can of Dr. Pep, water condensating and dripping down the edges, and then pouring the refreshing elixir down her throat, soothing every-
Oh, huh, a sudden concussive force nearly snapped her legs sideways in a very painful way, she realizes.
Riho stumbles backwards, attempting to both hide her now slightly wobbly knees and repress the want to apologize. Instead, she angles her face down and imperates a harsh "Watch where you're going" to whomever dared transgress her. Wait, WHO did dare transgress her? She looks up at the actual person she's yelling at and... those huge glasses... that ugly sweater... that bucktooth...
It's another idol girl.
And, in what Riho sees as a gift to her from some heavenly source, it's the most easily approachable—and thus the most easily beat-up—idol in public conscience.
"Ah... you're Symphony, right? The idol?" Riho rhetorically interrogates the idol upon realization. "It's a bit hard to recognize you with how little effort you put into your appearance. Don't rip my skirt up just because you're jealous." Riho's voice is first and foremost much louder than what it was a second ago, which doesn't fail to turn quite a few heads amongst the crowd. It's almost as if she's trying to be more of a ham than her manner of dress provides. Despite this, it manages to still sound like a soft aside in timbre, with some sort of hint of reverence to it.
She brings two fingers up to her bottom lip, smiling at the clear poor display in front of her.
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Post by melcaroni on Apr 22, 2016 23:12:09 GMT
Melody's stomach tied itself into a knot-- Oh god, someone recognized her? No no no, she didn't want to deal with fans right now.
"It's a bit hard to recognize you with how little effort you put into your appearance. Don't rip my skirt up just because you're jealous."
Well, she wasn't dealing with a fan. That was of little consolation at this point. And what was of even less consolation was the fact that this girl here wasn't exactly keeping her voice on the down-low; already, Melody could feel the stares of fellow shoppers upon her. It was too late, though, the magic word had been spoken, and a crowd was gathering, like predators in the bush, spying upon a lone rabbit in the forest.
"...Oh, no, that's not me," Melody said, forcing a shaky smile, "I get that a lot though, I guess I just look a lot like her!"
She grinned and shot a glance at the girl that said, Please cut me a break I just want to get my soda and leave???
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Post by Ricer6 on Apr 22, 2016 23:34:55 GMT
The Supermarket, Like the Two Posts Above This
"Oh."
Dammit. Shit! Is this seriously someone who looks just like that girl? She guesses that since she's so... unmemorable, really this could be anyone. She means, she just said that. Anyone could put so little effort into their look if they weren't planning on being seen! She probably just pissed this person off for no reason! Look at that face the Melody-lookalike is making. She's just some poor sop who wants to get through the day, obviously has something very important to do, and doesn't exactly look like she can handle much right now. If the girl in front of her was so distracted that she barreled into her, that's got to be exactly the case! Riho ruined some stranger's day and possibly her own image in one fell swoop.
Wait, there wasn't anyone recording this, right? She looked around—any one of these people could be holding their phone up to this, she wasn't totally certain. God, she looks like such an asshole right now!
...And the worst part is, she still can't figure out if that's a good thing or a bad thing. She's... staying in character, isn't she? That's good? Right?
Wait, okay, okay, she's got the perfect recovery in mind.
"Well, if you so happen to see her, send her the message. The world really ought to understand just how lazy an idol she is." Riho gives the classic smile plus head tilt (plus her hands raised and pressed together in front of her chin for good measure), grabs a pack of Dr. Pepper, and begins to step back away to the front of the store.
...Or, more importantly, away from the debacle. She's actually kind of heading further back into the store. But that's the least of her worries.
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Post by melcaroni on Apr 23, 2016 0:11:07 GMT
Lazy?? Melody's grinned grew, her eye twitching slightly. Are you kidding me? Who the hell was she to say that?
No, this is the last thing you want-- She's probably trying to rile you into a stupid confrontation. You're already gonna have to put up with a FAKE idol battle now, best not to make any ACTUAL enemies.
Just get your soda and leave. Melody sighed, plucking a few cans of Dr. Pepper off the shelf.
...Any fans gonna jump up and defend me? No? Yeah thought not.
Melody sighed, wheeling away the cart. She had all she needed now, but that girl had really pissed her off. Should she have done something? No, she handled it well-- To anyone watching, it probably looked like she was just being a dick to a random girl. That was Melody's best advantage; the fact that she was the least 'idolish' looking person ever.
It was time to get going; she had a bunch of bees, a broken window, and busted fridge to deal with.
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JUST-Is HQ
Ryuta Sonohara sat in his chair, disinterestedly clicking away at his phone. Unfortunately, he wasn't talking to anyone, so there was no obnoxiously long text conversation to see. He lazily glanced over at Takuto, who was practically buzzing with energy, and likely would be heading to the bathroom within 20 minutes or so after consuming all that water.
Ryuta wasn't one for speaking up; he considered himself more of the quiet intellectual type, the brains of the group, one could say, regardless if he actually HAD anything smart to say. He liked to take his time and carefully weight (ignore) the situation before speaking, ensuring that when he did speak, it would surely be something highly nuanced and intelligent.
"A movie? That sounds lame." Ryuta replied, miming a yawn. "Who would we play, ourselves? I know how Hollywood works; without a solid mythos, our film would succumb to cliche and formula. It would net us some money from our fans, but little else. If we want to get famous, then what we need..."
Ryuta quickly flipped his phone dramatically, revealing a collage of images-- Listed were several of the largest charities in Sunrise Land, arranged in order of their donation levels. Sitting at the top were "Hearts of the Innocent Children's Charity", "The Earthly Janitors Environmental Conservation Group", and "BREAK UP! The Idol Singles Movement".
"...Is a crusade!" He finished, flipping his hair dramatically.
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Post by Clairamarata on Apr 23, 2016 20:27:47 GMT
JUST-Is Headquarters
"And that is exactly what we're going to do, my man! We're gonna show this world the true form of Justice!" said a shadow-y man in the corner. There was just one corner of this room that had terrible lighting, and that was reserved for this man's dramatic entrances. He stepped out of the corner, and revealed... The prettiest giant of all time, Seiichi Kawaguchi, baring his teeth for all to see in a fiendish smile. To mirror his band member's hairflip, he unleashed the fury of his mop with a flick of the neck.
He reached slowly into his pocket, and pulled out his phone, which had a piece of paper attached to it. Like a baseball player, he reared back, and then threw the phone at full force at Takuto. On said piece of paper read:
Seiichi: In order to keep our texts from being traced, I have written my one, and only message on this piece of paper. Please burn it after you read it.
We are going to take over the world. Please don't act like we're not committing a crusade, it's very bothersome to have someone diminish our efforts. Thanks! :) <3
Seiichi actually drew the smile there. Wow.
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Post by Ricer6 on Apr 23, 2016 20:47:54 GMT
Somewhere on the Street in Front of Moonmilistar Offices
Riho's heels clicked down the sidewalk.
The incident bounced around in her head. The more it battered the ends of her brains, the more her judgement of her actions fell conclusively to one side.
No, no... that was the right thing, she thought so vigorously that her lips were persuaded to mouth it out. That's what Riho, the idol, would've done. What... I would've done. She pictured the audience she's been trying to attract in her mind, a sea of men with no shame. They want someone like that, who would say things so abrasively and not fall back, not some wishy-washy... person.
Like Melody.
She was sure that her popularity was already waning. She would die out. Where's her unique identity? Why would anyone, let alone thousands of people, lust over someone who's just average?
Riho may look like a dick, but that's to her benefit. No regular person would just start trashing some rando they see on the street. This attracts attention. And attention is awareness, and awareness makes fans.
Even if some random person—a woman no less, an ininitesimal section of the idol demographic—is really pissed off because of it.
And besides; she still firmly established a rivalry, even if the rival wasn't there. People heard. People know. Competition is the lifeblood of every industry, let alone the idol industry.
She smiled.
She was acting according to her plan after all.
Moonmilistar Offices
Saya poked her head out from the couch when she heard the door open up, though it was pretty obvious it'd be Riho coming in. "So, how'd that whole flyers thing go?"
"Well, I didn't get to pass any out, but other than that, it went well," Riho responded. Saya would've thought she was being sarcastic if her tone hadn't sounded, and her smile hadn't looked, so genuine. She entered the kitchen and slid the 12-cent pack of Dr. Pepper (A penny a can! Such a good deal!) she purchased into the fridge.
"Wait... how?" Saya queried, reasonably confused.
"No, don't worry about it. It's all fine. It was much better than handing out a piece of paper." Riho's smile grew ever slightly. She began on her way to her personal room, not feeling particularly parched at the moment.
Saya shrugged.
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Post by hessehl a la marinara on Apr 23, 2016 23:24:48 GMT
Red Blood Love offices/ Gretta's department:
A small spiral of some type of substance falls on a cupcake, it has the color of wine and it's kinda sticky, the substance forms some type of heart and then... "Perfect!" Gretta screams of joy. " Don't they look delicious and bloody at the same time?!" She tells her protégée Zoie who is trying not to fall asleep on the sofa." Gretta and Zoie today we're going to promote RBL at Acidabara. " We will finally shut those horrible people who say that our group sucks." Gretta says while counting the packages of kleenex with a picture of Gretta and Zoie. "I know these two months haven't been the best, but when our group popularity rises we will have all the money we need to eat something more than ramen." She tells Zoie and then proceeds to jump at the sofa where Zoie is.
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Post by The Agnolotti Raichu on Apr 24, 2016 3:56:43 GMT
Red Blood Love Offices:
Zoie stirred on the RBL sofa, trying to get comfortable, making a "Mmmph..." sound whenever she failed. Two months now, she'd been hanging with Gretta, who was... pretty alright. Neither of them had parents at the moment. That was pretty neat. That was really the foundation of their relationship, and why they started the group in the first place. That, and Gretta needed money.
...Something's distracting her from her musings. A chocolatey, sweet smell filled the air. Gretta was making cupcakes, wasn't she? Yup. Bloody, red cupcakes. "Promotional cupcakes? Hey, if it makes a quick buck, I'm game." Zoie stretched and sluggishly made her way over to where the cupcakes were and started eating one of them.
"Just sampling them to make sure they're sellable." She spoke with her mouth full. "So how much are we charging for these suckers?"
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Post by ramenigma on Apr 24, 2016 4:01:31 GMT
ACB48 "Office"
"Aw~ You'd give up your blood for little ol' me?"
Rin giggled and then took her partners hand. She held it up to her mouth, and gently licked the blood of.
"Niiiiikoooo~" she smiled. "Gochiso sama deshitanyan~!"
Softly releasing the hand, she walked back over to her 'seat.'
"Even so, we can't go around killing other idols. At least not blatantly."
She shook her head.
"We don't want them getting any sympathy. If people start paying attention to them, they'll start buying their merch and then their popularity will go up. We can't have that."
She tapped a pen against the table, thinking to herself.
"Well, unless they get killed in some kind of big scandal! That'd be perfect, nya~! All we have to do is make it seem like they got murdered by their married manager who they were having a n-a-u-g-h-t-y relationship with. In fact, if we can make it seem like all the girls were involved with the manager, the fanbases will plummet and crash faster than the 1930's stock market, dechuu~<3!!! What do you say, Aki-nyan? Wanna go drag down some pompous idol bitches, desu desuka~?"
Rin winked and made a heart sign over her heart.
Sunrise Land Shopping District
"Well, Mei. We're here."
Kawako looked around at the various shopping buildings. Clothes, groceries, books, DVDs, crack, weapons... It was all there. A treasure trove of everything a person could desire.
Of course, things cost money. And Monster Dust wasn't exactly rolling in zennies. Especially with the zen being as low as it currently is.
"So, where to first? Food, lightbulbs, duct tape or anime." Kawako said, dragging Mei towards the anime store.
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Post by melcaroni on Apr 24, 2016 4:44:35 GMT
Shopping District
Melody was a superb goddamn shopper. The assortment of random shit she'd grabbed off the shelves would have cost a lesser shopper about $64.59, but Melody was able to drag it down to an affordable $43.13, using a combination of good shopping habits, coupons, and an acute knowledge of sales tax.
She now had: - A Cheap Minifridge - Sheet of Cardboard - Duct Tape - Bug Spray - 6 Packs of Instant Ramen - Cheap Lighter - A 12-Pack of Dr. Pepper
...And still had a cool $156.87 in her wallet. Melody smiled, snapping shut her wallet and picking up her bags of awkward groceries.
"Lazy" my ass.
The comment still bugged her more than she cared to admit. The girl hadn't known a thing about her, yet she still talked shit like that... But whatever. She didn't care. Not at all. Her image wasn't her deal. That was all Tip's job.
Least he could do would be to send me a car. Melody groaned, looking around. Her apartment was still several blocks away. The only cars Tip ever sent were to drag her from one Venue to the next.
Well, on the bright side... All this walking is gonna shave off way more than 4 pounds.
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JUST-Is HQ:
It was at that moment that Ryuta's phone began to buzz in his hand. Annoyed, his eyes narrowed, as he checked the caller I.D.
"Mother".
Oh. Good, this should be important then. Ryuta quickly put the phone to his ear with a grin.
"...Hey there, Mother. Got anything good for me?"
"I found you guys a venue, asshole." The gravely, decidedly not feminine voice on the other end responded. "Garbage Dump. Doesn't pay much, but it's better than nothing. Maybe spin it to something environmental or some shit. Just get there quick before one of the other assholes gets there first."
Ryuta's eye twitched. Him? Performing at a goddamn dump!? The nerve! The humiliation! The STENCH. He wanted to apply extra six layers of deodorant just thinking about it. God, he was humiliating himself enough playing second banana to the silver haired monkey leading their stupid group.
But a job was a job. They couldn't afford to skip anything just now. Not when they were this young in their careers.
"Oh, what a shock, Mom," Ryuta said coyly, his grin sharpening. "I can hardly believe it. You're not just messing with me, are you?"
"Kid, I don't got enough time in the day to f*** around with you dipshits. Take it or f***ing leave it."
"Sounds delightful! We'll be there soon."
Ryuta clicked off his phone, then quickly turned to his teammates, his glare turning deadly serious.
"A venue opened up at the Dump. We'd better act fast if we want to get there before any of the others."
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Post by kwanramen1313 on Apr 24, 2016 5:12:08 GMT
ACD48 "Offices"
"Of course I'd give my blood to you~ What type of partners do you think we are?" she said with a knowing wink.
"As for your plan..."
She put her finger (which had a small stream of blood running down it) on her lips, and proceeded to tap them. A wide smile flashed across her face.
"I... I like it! In fact, I love it!"
She closed her eyes in thought.
"Though... The important question is... Which group do we target?"
"But oooh... This is going to be so much fun! I'm already beginning to imagine all the fun ways we can kill and... Oooooh, it's going to be so much fun~"
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Post by Ricer6 on Apr 24, 2016 7:15:16 GMT
Outside Kusogamine AcademyAfter their exciting gameplay-wise debut in the school which was totally condoned and legal, Riho and Saya make their way back to the offices. "Alright, we're off to a flying start!" shouted Saya, punching a fist forward. "That was a great show we put on there, don't you think, Rih- err, Yaginuma?" Riho's demeanor seemed a bit more impenetrable than usual, which was hard to imagine considering her eyes are always hidden like this. "...Yeah." she lets out. Saya understood sort of how she did most of the work, but... that's how it's supposed to go, isn't it? Saya wows the crowd with her moves, and Riho with her voice. It's the perfect team up. They just happened to find a venue that cared much more about the dance. "Come on, Yaginuma," she reassured, patting her co-idol on the back, "You did fine. There are some obvious things you need to train in, though." "...Yeah," Riho repeated. Saya wasn't too convinced. A few minutes passed, and they had arrived to an intersection in the road. Saya went to turn right, but Riho continued forward. "Offices are over here, Yaginuma," she felt the need to remind her. Riho stopped a few steps out on the crosswalk. "I have to... go somewhere first. It'll probably take a while. Expect me in the morning." She didn't so much as turn her head, continuing to gaze through her hair to the sidewalk ahead of her. "...Oh, okay," Saya said, not entirely understanding the matter. "...See ya." The two parted ways by a few more steps before Saya finally yelled over to Riho, "Seriously though, cheer up! We've almost got seven hundred pounds! I'm sure you know how morale does wonders to work ethic." Riho didn't respond, but it did appear that she momentarily slowed down. And that was that. Saya headed off to the Moonmilistar Offices, and Riho headed to who knows where, and the sun made its way to the west, giving rise to night. Maybe it was a family thing, something personal she really didn't want to discuss. Saya didn't want to pry.
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