[bbs] Cultural Exchange

[vocaloidiot]

Okay, so, we're all from different places! Which is pretty cool and all if you think about it objectively and ignore the fact we're horribly stuck on a floating island with a tendency to plummet into the ungodly seas and leave us potentially scrabbling at the shore while the icy depths pull us down aaaaaaaaaaa

where was I er

What this means is that everyone's seen and experienced different stuff! For all I know, your home world might be a technological marvel that puts even me to shame! For all you know, my home world might be covered in bees. But we don't know because we all just potter through classes. Show off a little! What's the coolest, neatest story you've got? There's bragging rights in it and a little reminder of home never hurt anyone.

[Backlog] Rewind to yesterday! Izaya arrives!

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[ Blood... he could smell blood. Whose blood was it though? Izaya wonders this thought as he sits up, wincing in pain. He suddenly remembers what's going on, blood gushing from a deep wound on his side. He had just been stabbed moments ago-- how long ago? He felt disoriented-- from blood loss? No, from something else... ]

Shit... Well at least he didn't twist the knife.

[ He laughs hollowly before his form falls back to the ground, that sarcastic smile fading from his lips. Where was the noise of the city, he suddenly thinks-- everything seems so quiet. Where...? He lets his head drop as his hand moves to hold his side, slowly fading from consciousness.


He lay still in the quad, bleeding as the lunch bell rings. ]

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(OOC: Please don't let him bleed to death XD)

☆ take 001

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[ Do you hear that? What, you ask?

That.

The unmistakable combination of girls giggling and gushing as they gossip to one another. The dreaded triple Gs.

Well, that'd all be coming from that group of teenage girls over there who have crowded around Kasuka while he was minding his own business, just sitting quietly in the quad. Really, all he was trying to do was memorize his schedule.

But now they've surrounded him and a couple of the more outgoing ones are asking him when his birthday is, his horoscope, if he has a girlfriend, what kind of girls he likes, what his favorite food is, etc. He's staring back blankly, uncertain of how to dispel the crowd.

At first it was just a group of three friends, who were then joined by a few more friends, who then attracted some other girls, and things just snowballed from there. He really wasn't... expecting this to happen here too, but. Maybe he's forgotten how to turn off the whole 'appeal to teenage girls' vibe. ]

[ ooc: So. Yes. This is Kasuka. Feel free to join the mob/troll him/admire him/try to stick your hand down his pants/rescue him/w/e. He's my new favorite whipping boy, so GO WILD. &hearts ]

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[It's quite late when Roxas steps into the training center with his company, glancing around at the darkened scenery. Something about it is distinctly different, although he doubts anything in the place has truly changed.

He turns to Axel and Celty, looking quite obviously eager to have a group to train with]

Which way should we go?



[ooc: Want to join the party/stalk someone/be a troll? By all means, hop in]