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Watashi-wa Kawaii Desu Ka? A Weeb RP [IC, Anime, Open]

Postby Zjaum » Fri Mar 08, 2019 5:10 pm

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Watashi-wa Kawaii Desu Ka?

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"My audience sucks. I suck. You suck. We all suck. I hate you all. Why did I have to watch this? I hate you. Whatever, let's watch some goshdarned garbage anime."
-Digichick


"Well, I mean, it could be worse. It could be based on a light novel. That said, I highly doubt there's going to me anything I could consider 'original content.'"
-Father's Attic


"Woo-hoo! Pure trash! Let's go! Live stream, baby!"
-Gigguty


"You know, I'm going to sound like a complete idiot. I'm looking forward to this one. It's a studio I appreciate, and there's a chance that it can become self-aware. Or not.
-Otakuweeb


"Open mind. I'm going to give them the benefit of the doubt. I pray to God that I'm justified in doing this. Glad that there's no illegal lolis. Just probably incest... sigh"
-Omae Wa Productions



Pilot Episode: Daigaku University


The scene opens with the clattering away of a keyboard in a dorm room. Our protagonist is typing up something on his personal computer, be it a journal or homework. On the far side of the desk is a toaster and microwave. Narration: "It's been a very interesting opening week at my new university. I've barely been able to have enough time to keep up with my new studies and still get the full potential of Wouraiya Online's Tuhra expansion. The pace is significantly more rigorous than that of my previous acade-"
The door opens to reveal a girl. She has a book under her arm and a nervous expression on her face. Kiyoshi smiles. "Hey, Tamiko! Do you need anything?"
"N- No, I was just popping in to see what you were doing," she stammers.
"I'm doing great. Thanks! Come in; sit down! Pop a slice of bread into the toaster while you're at it; I'm starving."
The girl shuffles in, puts in a slice of wheat, presses the bread in, and sets a book on the table. Kiyoshi continues. "So, this is my first week here, and your first week at college. We're doing something new together! Are you enjoying the lifestyle?"
"Yeah, I guess. There's a lot more stuff around. Everything feels brighter, and I feel like I'm the center of attention. All the clubs..."
"Yeah, it felt that way when I first got into college. Don't worry; things are going to get a lot less hectic in a couple of weeks."
"Oh, okay then."
"Have you called Mom yet?"
"Yeah, she says hi."
"Say, Tamiko, why did you ask for the room right next to mine?"
"N- No reason! I just remembered, I- I have to write the report for tomorrow!"
"I thought you finished that report-"
The door slams shut, and Tamiko is out of the room. Coincidentally, the toast pops up. Kiyoshi flops on the bed. He sighs, clearly showing signs of tire. Goodness knows why; he has done practically nothing but play video games for all of yesterday, and he hasn't done anything today. Perhaps he's simply perpetually tired. He looks over and notices that his sister had left her book on the counter. The title says "Diary." He obviously won't read it, since that would be unchivalrous and creepy. He grabs the piece of toast and walks out of the hall. His view from the door overlooks the stairs down to the dorm hall kitchen/cafeteria, where the beginnings of a continental breakfast are being served. There's plenty of chatter and commotion, and Kiyoshi tries to avoid sight from the ladies. He's still in his jammies, and he doesn't want to seem indecent.
He knocks on the door to his sister's room. It opens. He holds up the diary as he puts the toast in this mouth. Obviously no misunderstanding here; he's just returning her book and enjoying his early breakfast-
Tamiko turns bright red. "P- p- p- P- P- PERVERT!" she shrieks, killing the conversations below. She kicks his stomach with the force of a kangaroo, sending him flying back and down the stairs. He takes a tumble, his hands outstretched to catch his fall, when suddenly, he lands onto-
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Kyoki Chudoku
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Psychotic Dictatorship

Postby Kyoki Chudoku » Fri Mar 08, 2019 6:53 pm

Marisu Akuchi. The young woman, carrying a pile of various textbooks and notebooks, is knocked to the ground from the sudden arrival of the beleaguered and most unfortunate protagonist. And naturally, due to the laws of physics, there’s only one possible area those outstretched arms could touch. For a moment, the shot is lingered upon, the inevitable result of the situation becoming all the more obvious until at last, Marisu pushes Kiyoshi to the ground, standing up and making herself as imposing as impossible. “You! Defiler! How dare you desecrate my divine form with such vulgar acts!” So angry is Marisu that, indeed, she has overlooked any possibility of this being an accident, and is instead entirely focused on achieving righteous retribution. In fact, she’s speaking so loudly and so powerfully that our hero cannot even manage to get a word in before she begins a grand proclamation of her undeniable greatness. “You should be grateful you are allowed to even behold my glory, and yet you rush into me with such perverse desire!? Only an oath of eternal servitude to I, the Goddess-To-Be, may alleviate the sin of this indecent act, and grant you salvation from the eternal hellfire to be wrought upon this world upon my rise!” Unable to control herself, Marisu lets out what could best be described as a “Himidere laugh”. “Submit to my whim, or else suffer eternal consequences for this transgression against your goddess! Should you defy me, there shall shall be none upon the Heavens or the Earth unaware of how much of a pervert you are!
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Postby Danceria » Fri Mar 08, 2019 7:17 pm

Kyoki Chudoku wrote:Marisu Akuchi. The young woman, carrying a pile of various textbooks and notebooks, is knocked to the ground from the sudden arrival of the beleaguered and most unfortunate protagonist. And naturally, due to the laws of physics, there’s only one possible area those outstretched arms could touch. For a moment, the shot is lingered upon, the inevitable result of the situation becoming all the more obvious until at last, Marisu pushes Kiyoshi to the ground, standing up and making herself as imposing as impossible. “You! Defiler! How dare you desecrate my divine form with such vulgar acts!” So angry is Marisu that, indeed, she has overlooked any possibility of this being an accident, and is instead entirely focused on achieving righteous retribution. In fact, she’s speaking so loudly and so powerfully that our hero cannot even manage to get a word in before she begins a grand proclamation of her undeniable greatness. “You should be grateful you are allowed to even behold my glory, and yet you rush into me with such perverse desire!? Only an oath of eternal servitude to I, the Goddess-To-Be, may alleviate the sin of this indecent act, and grant you salvation from the eternal hellfire to be wrought upon this world upon my rise!” Unable to control herself, Marisu lets out what could best be described as a “Himidere laugh”. “Submit to my whim, or else suffer eternal consequences for this transgression against your goddess! Should you defy me, there shall shall be none upon the Heavens or the Earth unaware of how much of a pervert you are!

"That chance is about as slimmer than your chest!" a throaty voice boomed up the stairay, followed by an almost superhuman jump. With a thunderclap, and an ominous purple script forming about the gargantuan being, she cleared her throat. "Unless you're playing pocky with that piece of toast, I doubt your "benevolent bosom" was on his mind...it's probably the stairs. Oof, you alright there Kiyoshi-kun?" elbowing the younger "goddess" aside, she tended to the hapless protagonist. One-hundred and seventy two strapping centimeters she stood, her own bust large by virtue of her broad shoulders, but a far cry from your atypical oppai. She had to be sleekly athletic after all, if her tracksuit was any indication, as well as the wrapping about her hands and forearms indicated that not only was she good at chasing down any would-be harassers, but reducing the average pervert into a pulp on the sidewalk. "You feelin' woozy? C'mon, brother of another mother, how many fingers am I holding up?"
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The Verdantderm Lands
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Postby The Verdantderm Lands » Fri Mar 08, 2019 7:22 pm

Meanwhile...

The Kyōki Dormitory

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Tensai Josei stood with the other students that were moving into the new dormitory. Many of the older dorms had been destroyed by an upperclassman's accelerated-biological-mutation-by-radiologically-targeted-genes experiment on what was once a gecko. So, now, the students were gathered for orientation.

Josei looked very much a Sciences Major, her black hair only falling to her shoulders and framing her cute face. Her lab coat over her skirt and blouse. Her reading glasses hanging from a light chain about her neck. Her arms loaded with books of of nearly impossible to pronounce scientific titles. Yup, obviously a girl science genius.

Josei gave The Faculty Dorm Mistress her attention.

Mrs. Baishunpu imparted to the students that there was absolutely no truth to the rumors that their dorm had been built on the site of the laboratory of a mad scientist whose spirit roamed the grounds looking for unwitting victims to experiment on with friends from a demonic coven. It was an old tale that had been fabricated at a drunken party of mad scientists and demon worshippers and there wasn't a shred of truth to that story at all. So, don't worry about it.

This denial greatly set Josei's mind at ease. She went to her room and unpacked. Then satisfied with the unpacking, Josei headed to the laboratory....
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Kyoki Chudoku
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Psychotic Dictatorship

Postby Kyoki Chudoku » Fri Mar 08, 2019 7:35 pm

Danceria wrote:"That chance is about as slimmer than your chest!" a throaty voice boomed up the stairay, followed by an almost superhuman jump. With a thunderclap, and an ominous purple script forming about the gargantuan being, she cleared her throat. "Unless you're playing pocky with that piece of toast, I doubt your "benevolent bosom" was on his mind...it's probably the stairs. Oof, you alright there Kiyoshi-kun?" elbowing the younger "goddess" aside, she tended to the hapless protagonist. One-hundred and seventy two strapping centimeters she stood, her own bust large by virtue of her broad shoulders, but a far cry from your atypical oppai. She had to be sleekly athletic after all, if her tracksuit was any indication, as well as the wrapping about her hands and forearms indicated that not only was she good at chasing down any would-be harassers, but reducing the average pervert into a pulp on the sidewalk. "You feelin' woozy? C'mon, brother of another mother, how many fingers am I holding up?"


Rather irritated that her efforts had been interrupted- and still somewhat disgraced over the whole “desecration of her form” thing, Marisu found herself knocked to the ground yet again, this time by someone who had certainly done so deliberately. The girl decided to follow the better part of valour, and collected her notebooks. Kiyoshi could be made to pay for his insurrection later. Perfect and righteous as Marisu was, she did not like her odds against this intruder’s significant muscle mass, and thus pre-emptively retracted a planned remark about the woman’s own chest and its relation to fat-related flabbiness. “We will meet again!” she shouted as she promptly made a daring escape (that is to say, walked in the opposite direction).

This accursed woman...she’d interrupted her prior to her chance for vengeance! No matter. She, too, would be met with harsh penance. With little other choice, Marisu made a mental note to write down the girl’s name in her Notebook of Doom when she got the chance. Oh, screw it. No time like the present. Marisu looked through her pile of books for it...but it wasn’t there. “How can this be?” she asked aloud. “I swear I was carrying it in my own...arms...” Oh. She’d probably been to rushed picking everything up to go collect it, and now it was...exposed...probably right next to Kiysohi...and she wouldn’t be able to get past the barrier that was...whoever-it-was. Great...more intel she needed. Marisu had been too caught up in her studies of diabolical schemes and working out whether or to go for mad scientist or queen of darkness to actually know people...

Her Notebook of Doom was, ironically, doomed.

“Why has the universe betrayed me so!?”

Marisu made her choice. She would have to return to her dormitory and recruit some help for her cause. And go spread the word about her encounter with Kiyoshi, too. Yes...that would be vengeance enough. But she would need to be careful. Even so, recruiting some aid and telling people about what a pervert the guy was would surely give her a better chance of successfully and quietly retrieving her Notebook of Doom from its predicament. What could possibly go wrong?
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Postby Las Palmeras » Fri Mar 08, 2019 10:11 pm

The erratic maid and rumored high-school dropout, Tohori Fukuzawa, had just arrived at the now empty dorm areas -actually being late for work- and she began to nonchalantly carry on her duties. She began to fold and arrange clothing. Entering Kiyoshi's room and leaving the door open.

She said out loud, "This place is swanky. What kind of place hires maids to do things that their adult students can do? An all-girls university in an all-girls town! I wonder how they make their money. Maybe they sell dirty or risque content to losers with no lives who dream of being surrounded by hot chicks for absolutely no reason at all."

After remembering about a rumor that a man was accepted into the college, she suddenly got jumpy..."Wait, what if that's true, and they're setting us up?" She nervously began to scan around the room for anything suspicious. "Wonder if there are any hidden cameras here...wonder where that guy's room is..."

At that moment Akuchi walked by. Fukuzawa jumped and got skittish, "a-A-Akuchi-sama?" . Now distracted, the clumsy maid's hands continued to fold underwear as she looked at Akuchi, mixing and mashing panties and bras that belonged to different people and stuffing them all inside Fujita Kiyoshi's assigned cabinet.
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Postby Zjaum » Fri Mar 08, 2019 11:48 pm

"Woo! Record time, guys! Full garbage! We even got that creepy muscle lady from Kabaneri of the Iron Fortress!"
-Gigguty


"Well, off to a good start already."
-TronJohn Reacts to Anime


"...I'm just going to start a drinking game right now. Gonna start writing rules."


Kiyoshi is far too discombobulated to respond to Marisu's accusations. He shakes his head several times to try and concentrate. "N- No! Wait, I-"

"You feelin' woozy? C'mon, brother of another mother, how many fingers am I holding up?"

"Six," Kiyoshi responds, his eyes turning into spirals and his head bobbing back and forth. "I, uh, I'm sorry for..."
"Wow, I feel surprisingly comfortable right now, given the circumstances," he thinks to himself. He looks up and sees Ren's face. "Oh, hello, Ren. Thank you for helping. You're always so nice. How is school going?"
He shifts attention as the loli trounces out of the room in a huff, shortly before noticing the small book beside him. It has unsettling scribblings on it, and a dark purplish aura eminates from its pages. This doesn't seem like anything Ren would keep with her; it must have been that lady's. "Hey, wait, ma'am, you forgot your-"
But she has already gone. Kiyoshi gets up, grabs the notebook and heads for the door. He is in a state of wooziness, though, so he runs into the wall and the window before running into the door.
At this point Tamiko rushes out of her room to atone for all the damage she just caused. "Are you all right, brother? I heard noises, and I thought-"
"It's okay, Miko," he announces. He now shows no signs of damage, meaning that the whole past minute was just a gag. Or that he can rapidly recover from concussion-level injuries. He's an anime protagonist, so both are equally likely. "Hey, Ren, I think if we run fast enough, we might be able to catch up with her in order to return her book. Would you like that?"
Saying that, Kiyoshi rushes to the neighboring dorm in the quest to return Marisu's notebook.
In the meantime, Tamiko helps herself to the continental breakfast downstairs. She grumbles and makes a face upon seeing the spread's toast section. "Baka."
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I use my NationStates stats, because a population of billions/trillions and an economy of hundreds of trillions is totally viable, trust me.
But seriously, aside from the population and GDP, just assume that my NS stats are roughly accurate.

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Against: Stupid people, resistance to industrial progress, alt-right, any form of government at or beyond socialism.

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Kyoki Chudoku
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Psychotic Dictatorship

Postby Kyoki Chudoku » Sat Mar 09, 2019 12:03 am

Las Palmeras wrote:The erratic maid and rumored high-school dropout, Tohori Fukuzawa, had just arrived at the now empty dorm areas -actually being late for work- and she began to nonchalantly carry on her duties. She began to fold and arrange clothing. Entering Kiyoshi's room and leaving the door open.

She said out loud, "This place is swanky. What kind of place hires maids to do things that their adult students can do? An all-girls university in an all-girls town! I wonder how they make their money. Maybe they sell dirty or risque content to losers with no lives who dream of being surrounded by hot chicks for absolutely no reason at all."

After remembering about a rumor that a man was accepted into the college, she suddenly got jumpy..."Wait, what if that's true, and they're setting us up?" She nervously began to scan around the room for anything suspicious. "Wonder if there are any hidden cameras here...wonder where that guy's room is..."

At that moment Akuchi walked by. Fukuzawa jumped and got skittish, "a-A-Akuchi-sama?" . Now distracted, the clumsy maid's hands continued to fold underwear as she looked at Akuchi, mixing and mashing panties and bras that belonged to different people and stuffing them all inside Fujita Kiyoshi's assigned cabinet.


Marisu was walking past- still carrying a pile of her books, minus one Notebook of Doom- to head towards her own dormitory area. She considered the place’s reputation. There were rumours circling around that the place was haunted by the spirit of a dead mad scientist, and there was no way she could ever have passed up such an obvious opportunity. Who better to serve her than a fellow villain with a vendetta against the world? Speaking of vendettas against the world, Akuchi still held a grudge against the universe for orchestrating this horrible situation. She needed aid in her righteous and villainous- there was no contradiction there for her- crusade against those who dared so much as defy her will.

Where had that guy come from, anyway? She vaguely remembered him, but then only because he had been the only him she’d ever seen around here. As she made her way around, she realised that she’d made her way over to the wrong area. Whoops. Now she was going to need to- she heard a voice, calling her name. Since she was in a bit of a bad mood, Marisu was not willing to be generous. “That’s Akuchi-kami to you!” When she saw the girl’s Unicom, she relaxed a little. “Oh, a maid? Excellent. You’ll fare well in the coming times, servant of mine.” Seeing all those clothes being folded reminded her...she should probably get changed into proper uniform. But first, she had a small amount of business to attend to. “Kiyoshi-kun is a pervert!” She shouted. She’d barely avoided accidentally forgetting the suffix, then everyone would have gotten the wrong idea. It wasn’t like she cared about him...he was her enemy! Yes. The hero to her villain. That must be why she felt so weird around him, even though that incident had been entirely his fault. Job done, and satisfied, Marisu began the walk towards her own room, letting out a himidere laugh as she left the maid to her duties.

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"Woo! Record time, guys! Full garbage! We even got that creepy muscle lady from Kabaneri of the Iron Fortress!"
-Gigguty


"Well, off to a good start already."
-TronJohn Reacts to Anime


"...I'm just going to start a drinking game right now. Gonna start writing rules."


Kiyoshi is far too discombobulated to respond to Marisu's accusations. He shakes his head several times to try and concentrate. "N- No! Wait, I-"

"You feelin' woozy? C'mon, brother of another mother, how many fingers am I holding up?"

"Six," Kiyoshi responds, his eyes turning into spirals and his head bobbing back and forth. "I, uh, I'm sorry for..."
"Wow, I feel surprisingly comfortable right now, given the circumstances," he thinks to himself. He looks up and sees Ren's face. "Oh, hello, Ren. Thank you for helping. You're always so nice. How is school going?"
He shifts attention as the loli trounces out of the room in a huff, shortly before noticing the small book beside him. It has unsettling scribblings on it, and a dark purplish aura eminates from its pages. This doesn't seem like anything Ren would keep with her; it must have been that lady's. "Hey, wait, ma'am, you forgot your-"
But she has already gone. Kiyoshi gets up, grabs the notebook and heads for the door. He is in a state of wooziness, though, so he runs into the wall and the window before running into the door.
At this point Tamiko rushes out of her room to atone for all the damage she just caused. "Are you all right, brother? I heard noises, and I thought-"
"It's okay, Miko," he announces. He now shows no signs of damage, meaning that the whole past minute was just a gag. Or that he can rapidly recover from concussion-level injuries. He's an anime protagonist, so both are equally likely. "Hey, Ren, I think if we run fast enough, we might be able to catch up with her in order to return her book. Would you like that?"
Saying that, Kiyoshi rushes to the neighboring dorm in the quest to return Marisu's notebook.
In the meantime, Tamiko helps herself to the continental breakfast downstairs. She grumbles and makes a face upon seeing the spread's toast section. "Baka."


Still a little grouchy, Marisu was miraculously able to make it home without any major incidents. She’d even managed to go and tape a couple of pages saying “Kiyoshi-kun is a pervert!” to the corridors along the way. After all, he deserved it. Especially if he looked at her notebook. She wouldn’t expect an ordinary person to do that, but he was obviously an intentional defiler. How dare he!? At last arriving to the closest thing she had to a home-it wasn’t a doom fortress yet, but she’d get there one day- Marisu put her things down and got ready to get changed, right then and there. She was too lazy to find any other room for it, and indeed, didn’t notice how the door wasn’t fully closed, nor how one of he books had managed to fall onto the floor outside in such a way as to be a trip hazard. She was too preoccupied trying to get this change of attire done with. She wanted to conduct the rest of her quest for revenge in style, after all.
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The Verdantderm Lands
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Postby The Verdantderm Lands » Sat Mar 09, 2019 12:16 am

Tensai Josei

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It was a lovely morning and the view from Tensai Josei's mecha cockpit gave her a feeling of peace as she took in the scenery. Normally, the shoulder-length-black-haired university freshman wouldn't be tromping about at this time of the day near the dormitories, but after arriving at the laboratory and hooking herself into Rakuna Yūbi's mechano-cybernetic interface, the young scientist girl realized that she had forgotten to mail the birthday card that she had bought for her mother.

Now, Josei piloted the fifteen meter tall, giant humanoid robot to a space, twenty meters from the dormitory and brought it to a stop. She disconnected from the system and opened the cockpit, preparing to climb down the mecha's deploying ladder.

Josei paused briefly, standing in the morning light. She turned her pretty face to the morning sun and gave thanks for the day. It's warmth spread through the skin of her legs, where her skirt ended at mid-thigh, as well as the skin of small, but not too small cleavage, where the vee of the neckline of her blouse came down to (so that medical monitors could record readings from her fit and trim body).

Josei was taking her first step downwards, when, for some unknown reason, she turned her head to see a boy standing near the mecha's feet. His presence startled her so that she lost her footing and grip on the ladder! Down she began to fall, letting out a brief gasp before fainting and plummeting to certain death....
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Castelia
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Benevolent Dictatorship

Postby Castelia » Sat Mar 09, 2019 5:10 am

"Kukuku. What chaos might I be able to create for today?", was what a certain black-haired girl was thinking as she walked down the dorm's hallway. What she was doing was there was unknown, but then again, people seemed to have the ability to show up out of nowhere these days. She had already eaten her breakfast, and was now on her way to do her "evil deed of the day." She hasn't quite settled on what to do yet, but there was plenty of evil things to do. And as if heaven answered her question, she saw another black-haired girl enter her dorm room, who conveniently left the door open.

"Aha! A chance!" Deciding not to let such an opportunity go, she sneaked closer to the door. Inside, she could hear the girl removing her clothes, and this became the focus of her evil plan. Pulling out her cellphone, her devious plan was to take a picture of the girl who, she hoped, was probably in a state of undress. Then, she would blackmail the girl into being her slave, or lackey, or whatever she liked. Silently chuckling, she closed her eyes while getting closer, thinking of the many possibilities.

And, as such, she did not notice the book laying outside. Stepping on it, she slipped and fell down, hitting her head on the door for good measure. Knocked out, she lay in front of the room, her knees raised in a spread eagle position, her skirt having flipped up.
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Jebslund
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Left-wing Utopia

Postby Jebslund » Sat Mar 09, 2019 7:29 am

The Verdantderm Lands wrote:It was a lovely morning and the view from Tensai Josei's mecha cockpit gave her a feeling of peace as she took in the scenery. Normally, the shoulder-length-black-haired university freshman wouldn't be tromping about at this time of the day near the dormitories, but after arriving at the laboratory and hooking herself into Rakuna Yūbi's mechano-cybernetic interface, the young scientist girl realized that she had forgotten to mail the birthday card that she had bought for her mother.

Now, Josei piloted the fifteen meter tall, giant humanoid robot to a space, twenty meters from the dormitory and brought it to a stop. She disconnected from the system and opened the cockpit, preparing to climb down the mecha's deploying ladder.

Josei paused briefly, standing in the morning light. She turned her pretty face to the morning sun and gave thanks for the day. It's warmth spread through the skin of her legs, where her skirt ended at mid-thigh, as well as the skin of small, but not too small cleavage, where the vee of the neckline of her blouse came down to (so that medical monitors could record readings from her fit and trim body).

Josei was taking her first step downwards, when, for some unknown reason, she turned her head to see a boy standing near the mecha's feet. His presence startled her so that she lost her footing and grip on the ladder! Down she began to fall, letting out a brief gasp before fainting and plummeting to certain death....


Tekira Josei
Josei, known to her friends as Jo-chan, was, at that moment, staring at the giant mecha that had been piloted to the dorm like someone might drive a car. "Wonder how many kilometres to the litre it gets?", she mused to herself as she debated whether or not to try lifting it. As she pondered, movement in the corner of her eye brought her attention to the fact that someone was falling off of it!

Jo-chan's reaction was swift and merciful, leaping into the air to catch the falling woman, then landing with a graceful thump and a slight cratering of the road. "You know, most people would say climbing down a ladder would be a better way of getting off of a mech.", she joked, grinning, "You okay?", she asked, genuine concern in her tone as the muscular woman set the pilot down gently on the ground.

Zjaum wrote:In the meantime, Tamiko helps herself to the continental breakfast downstairs. She grumbles and makes a face upon seeing the spread's toast section. "Baka."


Homura Miku
Miku yawned. "I'm not an idiot. I just didn't get much sleep. Typical Tuesday afternoon.", she sleepily responded, not sure who the woman she was talking to was (she had a recollection of Kiyoshi having a sister, but couldn't recall her name), but deciding to be polite nonetheless, "How's your Sunday evening going?". As usual, she had stopped time to get around the fuss at the foot of the stairs, and had been picking out toast when she overheard the word "baka". And promptly misinterpreted the remark as referring to her. Another yawn punctuated the question, also leading her to promptly forget that anything had been said between them.
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Postby The Verdantderm Lands » Sat Mar 09, 2019 8:26 am

Jebslund wrote:Tekira Josei
Josei, known to her friends as Jo-chan, was, at that moment, staring at the giant mecha that had been piloted to the dorm like someone might drive a car. "Wonder how many kilometres to the litre it gets?", she mused to herself as she debated whether or not to try lifting it. As she pondered, movement in the corner of her eye brought her attention to the fact that someone was falling off of it!

Jo-chan's reaction was swift and merciful, leaping into the air to catch the falling woman, then landing with a graceful thump and a slight cratering of the road. "You know, most people would say climbing down a ladder would be a better way of getting off of a mech.", she joked, grinning, "You okay?", she asked, genuine concern in her tone as the muscular woman set the pilot down gently on the ground.
Image

Tensai Josei


Josei's eyes fluttered open and shut briefly as she tried to focus them. She wasn't dead! Or was she? Strong arms held her and set her feet on the ground. She heard a girl's voice asking her if she was alright. But when she thought she could see straight, she was certain that she saw a young man's face.

Josei wrapped her arms about his neck and pulled her face up to his. Lovingly she pressed her lips to the lips of her savior. She felt his entire body stiffen, like he was surprised. Had Josei overstepped the boy's personal boundaries?

Maybe she had gone too far, but she was alive!

Pulling away, Josei whispered to her savior, "Thank you!". Then she put her head against his shoulder....

For some inexplicable reason, Josei thought she her the brief trilling of a bird, as if some blunder had been made in a comedic anime....
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Psychotic Dictatorship

Postby Kyoki Chudoku » Sat Mar 09, 2019 1:17 pm

Castelia wrote:"Kukuku. What chaos might I be able to create for today?", was what a certain black-haired girl was thinking as she walked down the dorm's hallway. What she was doing was there was unknown, but then again, people seemed to have the ability to show up out of nowhere these days. She had already eaten her breakfast, and was now on her way to do her "evil deed of the day." She hasn't quite settled on what to do yet, but there was plenty of evil things to do. And as if heaven answered her question, she saw another black-haired girl enter her dorm room, who conveniently left the door open.

"Aha! A chance!" Deciding not to let such an opportunity go, she sneaked closer to the door. Inside, she could hear the girl removing her clothes, and this became the focus of her evil plan. Pulling out her cellphone, her devious plan was to take a picture of the girl who, she hoped, was probably in a state of undress. Then, she would blackmail the girl into being her slave, or lackey, or whatever she liked. Silently chuckling, she closed her eyes while getting closer, thinking of the many possibilities.

And, as such, she did not notice the book laying outside. Stepping on it, she slipped and fell down, hitting her head on the door for good measure. Knocked out, she lay in front of the room, her knees raised in a spread eagle position, her skirt having flipped up.


Marisu was in the midst of getting changed. It was taking her a while- she had a lot on her mind, and whoever had designed these uniforms had apparently decided to make it difficult- but she was making plenty of progresss. Her mind, of course, was preoccupied with her situation and need for vengeance. Yes, she’d made a good start, but a few posters here and there wasn’t enough. No, she needed to make sure that next time, he’d have no choice but to submit to her desires. That’s what he deserved if he’d seen her Notebook of Doom, especially if he’d peeked in there.

She was interrupted by the sound of something hitting the floor outside. Still only half-dressesd, Marisu’s curiosity took over. “What was that...” She noticed that the door was half-open, and realised that either she’d left it that way...or someone had been trying to intrude. Sure enough, when Marisu opened the door, there was a girl outside, laying in a rather compromising position. She also took note of the cell phone, which had landed nearby...what the heck had this woman been doing? Then, Marisu noticed a book on the ground. Oh. She’d dropped it earlier...she brought it inside, and then gave the matter some thought. Should she take the girl to the infirmary? Leave her there? Or...take advantage of this opportunity? It was righteous justice, wasn’t it? Why else would the girl have had her phone out, if not to perform espionage on the Goddess-To-Be? Just walking past? A pitiful excuse! No, she deserved retribution...and what better form of retribution was there than blackmail.

And so, Marisu grabbed her own phone, and decided to go and take a picture of this...opportune stance. Of course, so caught up in her goal was she that she had forgotten that she herself was still only in undergarments, and she had not taken into account the fact that other people may in fact pass by while she did her job. Still, what could possibly go wrong with this airtight strategy?
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Postby Jebslund » Sat Mar 09, 2019 2:36 pm

The Verdantderm Lands wrote:
Tensai Josei


Josei's eyes fluttered open and shut briefly as she tried to focus them. She wasn't dead! Or was she? Strong arms held her and set her feet on the ground. She heard a girl's voice asking her if she was alright. But when she thought she could see straight, she was certain that she saw a young man's face.

Josei wrapped her arms about his neck and pulled her face up to his. Lovingly she pressed her lips to the lips of her savior. She felt his entire body stiffen, like he was surprised. Had Josei overstepped the boy's personal boundaries?

Maybe she had gone too far, but she was alive!

Pulling away, Josei whispered to her savior, "Thank you!". Then she put her head against his shoulder....

For some inexplicable reason, Josei thought she her the brief trilling of a bird, as if some blunder had been made in a comedic anime....


Jo-chan

Jo-chan was happy to see someone grateful for her intervention. Really, she was. It was nice to be appreciated. Really, people often weren't thankful enough when a muscular woman saved their lives. There was something to be said for people with the decency to thank their heroes, you know. It made Jo-chan happy to know that her efforts were not wasted on the ungrateful. Even if it meant her first kiss was stolen by some girl who drove mechas like cars and didn't even know how to use a ladder and she'd been hoping to save that kiss for a boy and... Screw it. Tekira Josei was mad. Not just annoyed. Mad. Furious. Angry. How DARE some clumsy girl steal her first kiss! Her one and only precious first kiss! "Hey.", Jo-chan said, hands clenching into fists as she struggled and failed to keep her anger out of her voice, "I don't swing that way, first of all. And second, how DARE you steal my first kiss!". The muscle-bound woman was burning with fury at the thought of what had been stolen from her, an ominous roaring wind sound growing louder and louder as she fought the urge to pound the girl into the ground.
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Postby Zjaum » Sat Mar 09, 2019 3:00 pm

Digichick: ...
Digiboyfriend: "But don't you see? It's subversive, Digichick!"
Digichick "...No."
Digiboyfriend: "But it's subversive, though!"
Digichick: "Stop calling things 'subversive'! As anime fans, we expected her to land boobs-first into our protagonist. Instead, something mundane happened! THAT'S NOT GOOD SUBVERSION!!!"


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Kiyoshi knocks on the door and is, after a bit of hesitation from the posters, let in to the dorm. "Hi, I'm looking for a girl with black hair. She dropped a book, and I'm trying to return it to her."
"Uh, we have many girls living here with dark hair. Could you be more specific?"
Kiyoshi tries to remember what she looked like. "Well, she was shortish. I think she was flat?"
"You're not making it any easier."
"She said something about 'Goddess-To-Be,' I think."
"Oh, you're talking about Marisu. She's down the hall that way."
"Thanks a bunch! Have a nice day!"
Kiyoshi jogs through the hall. "Hey, Marisu, you dropped your- Wh- Wh- WHA-"
Kiyoshi stumbles upon a scene of exposed panties guarding a spread eagle formation, with the target of his quest taking lewd pictures. "I... uh... I... um... I'm jut going to go now."
Kiyoshi (pun intended) books his way back to where he enteredl, past all the anti-Kiyoshi propaganda posters, lest he receive any retaliation from the 'goddess-to-be.' He barely makes it to the door, only to find yet another of his childhood friends wrapped in the arms of... another man? He thought he was the only one here at the academy. Perhaps he was just an assistant for the giant mech behind the two of them. He turns to Little Josei. "Josei? Is that you? My gosh, you've grown so much! I haven't seen you since you were five! How is life? Is everything good?"
Kiyoshi is outside the "Insanity Dorm" (Building #2), talking with a friend.

Back at Dorm #1, Tamiko was just lectured and questioned by a professor-looking woman. "Um, I'm fine, ma'am... You do know it's Thursday, right? Whatever. Things are going well enough. I just hope Kiyoshi didn't open my diary to page 42, though. Are you having a good day? Can I help with anything?"
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Psychotic Dictatorship

Postby Kyoki Chudoku » Sat Mar 09, 2019 3:17 pm

Marisu let out a himidere laugh as she thought of the endless possibilities she could use this material for. But of course, she did still need to get changed. She could’ve stolen the girl’s phone...but what good would that do her? No, she feeling in a more sadistic mood today. She turned around to start walking back into her room-

And saw none other than the pervert himself running in the opposite direction, book in hand. He still had it! He...he had seen her...like this...without...

“Upon on my life, I promise...he who dared spy upon the raw divinity of this form...shall be PUNISHED FOR IT!

The Goddess-To-Be was not having an especially great day so far. She went back inside, out on her uniform properly (making sure to close the door this time), and considered her plan. There were two objectives: retribution, and retrieving the Notebook of Doom. It contained a large number of names of various people who’d dared get in her way, and increasingly elaborate and cruel ways their death would be enacted. Of course, in her case, nothing actually happened from it, but even so! She needed to get it back. Why did she feel so weird about him, anyway? He was her enemy. That had to be it. A fated encounter to bring her ultimate victory. Yes, it was the only explanation which made any sense. Marisu began to scheme. She could possibly blackmail the unconscious girl into helping her, but...no, Kiyoshi had seen her in that...position. And...taking photos? She shuddered. He had the wrong idea, didn’t he...if she kept up the propaganda, would he retaliate? Maybe. She needed to be subtle about things. Didn’t he have a sister? Maybe she could provide help. Nothing like a sibling rivalry to fuel contestion, right? Marisu decided to begin her journey towards the dorm of new nemesis.
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Postby Eggistaan » Sat Mar 09, 2019 3:45 pm

Yukari had watched the events that unfolded between Kiyoshi Marius with great confusion, however her curiosity lasted for about three seconds before she found herself disinterested and buried her face back into her "Worlds Greatest Tanks" book that had previously been in her Sherman covered backpack with her Tiger themed pencil case and the Matilda II infantry tank on the cover of her "Yukari's tank tactics to win a world war in case the Russians get any bright ideas!" The title was actually so long it went into the second page. She had also noticed the anti kiyoshi posters but didn't give a damn about them, if the person who put them up was Marius she would know to not assess Kiyoshis character based on them.

At last she had arrived at her dorm, brandishing her key that was connected to a panther tank key chain, as she twisted the key and pushed in unison, the door opened, revealing the hundreds of tank models and posters. Unfortunately for her, the limited edition 8.8 cm high explosive anti tank shells that were meant to decorate her dorm had set off when the van was conducting a quite violent u turn, that is what you get when people dont understand the history . She thought to herself as she saluted the poster of Michael Wittman, she then changed to her pyjamas and took a nap all while accidentally forgetting to lock the door.

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Postby Danceria » Sat Mar 09, 2019 4:03 pm

Jebslund wrote:Jo-chan

Jo-chan was happy to see someone grateful for her intervention. Really, she was. It was nice to be appreciated. Really, people often weren't thankful enough when a muscular woman saved their lives. There was something to be said for people with the decency to thank their heroes, you know. It made Jo-chan happy to know that her efforts were not wasted on the ungrateful. Even if it meant her first kiss was stolen by some girl who drove mechas like cars and didn't even know how to use a ladder and she'd been hoping to save that kiss for a boy and... Screw it. Tekira Josei was mad. Not just annoyed. Mad. Furious. Angry. How DARE some clumsy girl steal her first kiss! Her one and only precious first kiss! "Hey.", Jo-chan said, hands clenching into fists as she struggled and failed to keep her anger out of her voice, "I don't swing that way, first of all. And second, how DARE you steal my first kiss!". The muscle-bound woman was burning with fury at the thought of what had been stolen from her, an ominous roaring wind sound growing louder and louder as she fought the urge to pound the girl into the ground.

The Roaring was dispersed with a bark of "Oi! Tekira!" Enter the rival Musclegirl, "She's just saying thank you, though, it's easy to understand how she thought you were a dude." she laughed. "Y'know, it's incredibly poor taste that you wanted to beat her up after just saving Tensai's life." It was clear that a conflict was brewing between the two women. But what on earth could Ren have for the young lady? Was she the designated keeper of the peace? Did she have feelings for the waif-ish genius? Perhaps that's why she seemed more irritated that Tekira would not only spurn Tensai's misguided affection, but actually want to hurt her? That wasn't going to happen, not on her watch.
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Postby Jebslund » Sat Mar 09, 2019 5:24 pm

Zjaum wrote:Kiyoshi knocks on the door and is, after a bit of hesitation from the posters, let in to the dorm. "Hi, I'm looking for a girl with black hair. She dropped a book, and I'm trying to return it to her."
"Uh, we have many girls living here with dark hair. Could you be more specific?"
Kiyoshi tries to remember what she looked like. "Well, she was shortish. I think she was flat?"
"You're not making it any easier."
"She said something about 'Goddess-To-Be,' I think."
"Oh, you're talking about Marisu. She's down the hall that way."
"Thanks a bunch! Have a nice day!"
Kiyoshi jogs through the hall. "Hey, Marisu, you dropped your- Wh- Wh- WHA-"
Kiyoshi stumbles upon a scene of exposed panties guarding a spread eagle formation, with the target of his quest taking lewd pictures. "I... uh... I... um... I'm jut going to go now."
Kiyoshi (pun intended) books his way back to where he enteredl, past all the anti-Kiyoshi propaganda posters, lest he receive any retaliation from the 'goddess-to-be.' He barely makes it to the door, only to find yet another of his childhood friends wrapped in the arms of... another man? He thought he was the only one here at the academy. Perhaps he was just an assistant for the giant mech behind the two of them. He turns to Little Josei. "Josei? Is that you? My gosh, you've grown so much! I haven't seen you since you were five! How is life? Is everything good?"

Tekira Josei, by the godd- Gundam. By the Gundam.
Well, that was certainly one way to divert her wrath. "I'm sorry... I don't believe we've met. Or know where you get off being so familiar with me...", Jo-chan answered, a bit confused as to how this cute boy knew her name and why he seemed so overly familiar as to not use an honorific when addressing her, "Most people consider it polite to start with a name. Mine is Tekira Josei, but my friends call me Jo-chan.".

Zjaum wrote:Back at Dorm #1, Tamiko was just lectured and questioned by a professor-looking woman. "Um, I'm fine, ma'am... You do know it's Thursday, right? Whatever. Things are going well enough. I just hope Kiyoshi didn't open my diary to page 42, though. Are you having a good day? Can I help with anything?"

Homura Miku, in the dorm, getting breakfast.

"Hmmm?", Miku asked, not sure why this woman, who she was fairly sure was Kiyoshi's sister, was suddenly telling her about her... Thursday? "It's Thursday? Why does it feel like a Saturday?", she asked, taking out a small notepad to jot down the day, "And I'm good. Why do you ask?", she added with another yawn. The plate of food she had picked out was forgotten the moment she set it down. Miku then turned toward Tamiko, "Also, don't "ma'am" me. I'm only 21.", she snapped, as if it were obvious as to how old she really was.

As she waited for a response, Miku turned to go get a plate, having entirely forgotten that she'd already set one down. "My name's Miku, by the way. Homura Miku. You're Kiyoshi's sister, right?", she asked as she stared at the plate, then got out her notebook to see if she'd written down why she'd gotten one.

Kyoki Chudoku wrote:Marisu let out a himidere laugh as she thought of the endless possibilities she could use this material for. But of course, she did still need to get changed. She could’ve stolen the girl’s phone...but what good would that do her? No, she feeling in a more sadistic mood today. She turned around to start walking back into her room-

And saw none other than the pervert himself running in the opposite direction, book in hand. He still had it! He...he had seen her...like this...without...

“Upon on my life, I promise...he who dared spy upon the raw divinity of this form...shall be PUNISHED FOR IT!

The Goddess-To-Be was not having an especially great day so far. She went back inside, out on her uniform properly (making sure to close the door this time), and considered her plan. There were two objectives: retribution, and retrieving the Notebook of Doom. It contained a large number of names of various people who’d dared get in her way, and increasingly elaborate and cruel ways their death would be enacted. Of course, in her case, nothing actually happened from it, but even so! She needed to get it back. Why did she feel so weird about him, anyway? He was her enemy. That had to be it. A fated encounter to bring her ultimate victory. Yes, it was the only explanation which made any sense. Marisu began to scheme. She could possibly blackmail the unconscious girl into helping her, but...no, Kiyoshi had seen her in that...position. And...taking photos? She shuddered. He had the wrong idea, didn’t he...if she kept up the propaganda, would he retaliate? Maybe. She needed to be subtle about things. Didn’t he have a sister? Maybe she could provide help. Nothing like a sibling rivalry to fuel contestion, right? Marisu decided to begin her journey towards the dorm of new nemesis.


Fusui Tenshi, also in the dorm

Tenshi was pissed. It was bad enough that boy had apparently walked in on *one* woman, but did he have to repeat his mistakes and set off the walking god complex? All the shouting was making her adoptive mother/boss hard to hear, and annoying the one person in the world Tenshi was afraid of. "Apologies, Ka-san. The fake goddess is having one of her rants.", she stated, "I may need to ask her to tone it down.", she continued. In response to something her mother said, the Yakuza paled slightly, "Understood. No, I'll be there. Just as soon as I inform our resident self-styled goddess that her tantrums should be kept to a dull roar. ...No, I haven't forgotten. It will be done.".

As soon as the conversation with her mother was finished, Tenshi threw on her cloak and left her room, then proceeded toward her quarry. "Hey, God-complex! There a reason you're throwing a damn tantrum this morning, or is it just that time of the month for you?", she snarled, "The feet of the false goddess to be shall not move until I command it.", she continued, the spell much less subtle than what she'd usually do, but the important thing was the effect. Assuming something didn't go wrong, the spell would stop Marisu in her tracks until Tenshi was content to let her go.
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Postby Kyoki Chudoku » Sat Mar 09, 2019 5:46 pm

Marisu continued in her way. Despite having a very frustrating morning, she was starting to calm down just a little. Maybe she needed to be more methodical about it. Besides, her throat was starting to get sore from all the shouting she’d done today. As long as she made it to her destination without some other crazy incident occurring-

Now somebody was yelling at her. Ugh. Marisu turned around to deal with whatever upstart was attempting to interrupt her mission. However, as she stepped forward, she managed to trip over from the awkward turn-around, and at that moment, she found her feet unable to move. She’d somehow managed to land in a mildly compromising position, and though she tried to get her legs to move so she could stand up, she was trapped. What was this? Why couldn’t she move!? What sorcery was this!?

Marisu wanted to be angry. But instead, she was fascinated. She was trapped, humiliated, and yet...she focused on the power of this...magic? “You know not the agony of my existence upon this day, shrouded sorceress...this indignity means nothing to me now. I acknowledge your power. You may yet prove you died useful in my quest against this rotten reality. But for the moment, I urge you to release me. I, the Goddess-To-Be, have affairs of great importance to attend to. May I overcome the cruelty of this world...”
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Benevolent Dictatorship

Postby Castelia » Sat Mar 09, 2019 5:53 pm

Kyoki Chudoku wrote:Marisu let out a himidere laugh as she thought of the endless possibilities she could use this material for. But of course, she did still need to get changed. She could’ve stolen the girl’s phone...but what good would that do her? No, she feeling in a more sadistic mood today. She turned around to start walking back into her room-

And saw none other than the pervert himself running in the opposite direction, book in hand. He still had it! He...he had seen her...like this...without...

“Upon on my life, I promise...he who dared spy upon the raw divinity of this form...shall be PUNISHED FOR IT!

The Goddess-To-Be was not having an especially great day so far. She went back inside, out on her uniform properly (making sure to close the door this time), and considered her plan. There were two objectives: retribution, and retrieving the Notebook of Doom. It contained a large number of names of various people who’d dared get in her way, and increasingly elaborate and cruel ways their death would be enacted. Of course, in her case, nothing actually happened from it, but even so! She needed to get it back. Why did she feel so weird about him, anyway? He was her enemy. That had to be it. A fated encounter to bring her ultimate victory. Yes, it was the only explanation which made any sense. Marisu began to scheme. She could possibly blackmail the unconscious girl into helping her, but...no, Kiyoshi had seen her in that...position. And...taking photos? She shuddered. He had the wrong idea, didn’t he...if she kept up the propaganda, would he retaliate? Maybe. She needed to be subtle about things. Didn’t he have a sister? Maybe she could provide help. Nothing like a sibling rivalry to fuel contestion, right? Marisu decided to begin her journey towards the dorm of new nemesis.


Dorm Area, Outside Marisu's Room

Alter-chan finally awoke after God knows how much time. Her plan had failed; she was foiled by her own clumsiness and stupidity, but of course she would not admit to that. She was merely the victim of unfortunate circumstances, she convinced herself, though it was a poor excuse that she always brought up whenever things went wrong.

Not noticing the compromising position she was currently in, she continued to lay on the floor, trying to think of what to do next. Her target had already eluded her, and Alter-chan simply cannot accept that she had been defeated. If she cannot defeat this black-haired girl, she simply has to defeat another.

However, she could not think of a plan. Her head hurt after all, a massive lump of flesh already forming on her head. Plus, there were people shouting both outside and inside the dorm. Unable to think, she decided to do what anyone would have done: lash out at everyone.

"HEY, COULD YOU ALL SHUT UP FOR A MINUTE? I'M TRYING TO THINK OF SOMETHING HERE!" she shouted at the top of her lungs, standing up to her feet and jumping up for good measure. However, she did not account for the fact that perhaps these people were already irritated at something, or for the fact that perhaps a certain dorm mistress could hear her...
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Khasinkonia
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Inoffensive Centrist Democracy

Postby Khasinkonia » Sat Mar 09, 2019 6:12 pm

Plaza(Yuman Baihesha)

Sitting in the shadows in the corner of the plaza opposite to the POV was a solemn figure, standing still as a statue with a slight smile on her face. She reached up, and pressed the side of her head, suddenly shifting the POV to her own two eyes. She spoke softly and breathily in a tonal language referred to in the credits as “Móitxán(もいちゃん)”, almost like a loli David Attenborough.
Subtitles indicated that she was saying: “As we have just witnessed, the human female comes in numerous temperaments. With the human propensity towards violent response to unwanted advances, and the cultural stigma on homosexuality, one might note the clear malice these creatures may produce. However, as we see in the lean female’s interruption to the hostility the muscular female shows towards her anomalous aid, humans remain strongly social creatures, awkward as their interaction may be. And yet, as so often happens, protests from third parties are ignored when they lack sexual motivation. Our muscular female has since been addressed by the solitary male in this area. She has reacted with confusion, although we can clearly see anticipation of the beginnings of the human mating ritual in her expression, even if the outside observer can see the current lack of reciprocation in the solitary male’s eyes.




Dorm(Oshiro Momoka)

Elsewhere, there was a girl on a mission. Holding a large bag that was evidently something she was quite eager to get to her room, Momoka smirked and stopped her path as she saw the yakuza and kamidere, with the latter on the ground
“Well...looky here...” she purred mockingly her crisp Kyoto dialect, stepping back and squatting slightly so she could properly look down and see the kamidere, “Is the gravity not working so well in your fantasy world, young Akuchi-tan? I’d step over you but I don’t think I’d like to get into whatever it is Fusui-san is holding against you. That is, assuming she’s done anything and you’re not just that inept at reality...”




Elsewhere around the Dorms(Shirazi Anahita)

Anahita was seriously disturbed by the loud scream. The tall, buxom foreigner leapt out of her room, and held her arms to her chest as she did, in a seemingly meta attempt to avoid the ridiculous mockery of physics she otherwise would have been subjected to.
“Auyau are you alright?!” she exclaimed, walking quickly towards Alter-chan.
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Kyoki Chudoku
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Psychotic Dictatorship

Postby Kyoki Chudoku » Sat Mar 09, 2019 6:39 pm

Dormitory Corridor - Marisu Akuchi

Marisu couldn’t help but sigh aloud when she heard the next set of footsteps. Was it that unconscious girl, here for retribution? No, she wouldn’t know Marisu had done anything to begin with...instead, it was somebody else. Marisu’s ability to recognise people was limited by her worldview, and she wasn’t in a good position to get a better look. Whoever it was...had decided to go and mock Marisu. Alone, this incident was not much. Combined with the rest of this torturous morning, however, it was too much for her to take.

“Delight in my suffering at the hands of the sorceress all you wish, future servant. The universe had made its vendetta against me apparent, and it shall face my wrath soon enough. Do not join it in its journey to oblivion.” Her words carried the usual obnoxious attitude of a kamidere, but her voice maintained the same thoroughly resigned tone and low volume the entire time. It was no grand proclamation. Mentally of course, Marisu was making a note.

This day has gone terribly. That’s it, I’m switching to being a mad scientist as soon as this is over...
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Corporate Bordello

Postby Zjaum » Sat Mar 09, 2019 6:56 pm

"Fight. Fight. Fight. Fight."
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"Like, what's even happened at this point? No, really? It's just been talking. Just another empty anime. Sheesh."
-Digichick


"Honestly? I'm enjoying the fast pace. It's legitimately rare to see an anime so balls-to-the-wall insane as to throw two raunchy things on the screen every minute. The slave-wage animators must really be putting a lot of work into this."
-Father's Attic


Kiyoshi truly wants to respond to Tekira Josei's introduction, truly, but... um... how should be put this.
Fujita Kiyoshi is not a man to wantonly enter conflict. He knows his limits (or at least thinks he knows), and he tries not to surpass them all too often. When Ren and this new, bigger Josei approach each other, and they're both in a fairly angry mood. He decides it would probably be in his best interest to back walk run as far away from the conflict before he gets significantly hurt.
He picks up the smallish body of the smaller Josei from the larger Josei and whispers, "Don't worry, I'll protect you," as he runs with her back into the relative safety of smaller Josei's dormitory. There, he heard a shrill shriek, which sounded very similar to a high-pitched version of his own voice. Still unwittingly carrying Tensai, he moves toward the source of the shriek.
And... Geez Louise... He left them for, like, a minute and this is the new scene.
God-complex-chan is now on the ground, a woman in a kimono squatting over her. The other lady, still on the floor, apparently the owner of the mysterious voice, is now surrounded by women across the ground floor, most notably the mistress.
"Fujita Kiyoshi!" she squawks at the alter on the ground. "That's quite a disturbance you caused for your fellow dorm mates! That will be one strike for you!"
"And you! Fujita Kiyoshi!" she states as she points a finger at the newcomer boy. "You know better than to look at women while they're indecent! That's another strike for you! Remember, Fujita Kiyoshi, three strikes and you're out! You have one more!"
The non-alter Fujita Kiyoshi bows several times, but ultimately the one thing on his mind is perhaps the most unbelievable: on the other side of the scene is a foreign student. She... like... how did the laws of physics even work on those? They're massive!
Kiyoshi has very little time to collect his thoughts when the dorm mistress shuffles him out of the room. It's just about time, though, as his classes are about to start. First on his list is Physics.
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New York Times Democracy

Postby Las Palmeras » Sat Mar 09, 2019 9:37 pm

Fukuzawa, peeking at the hall, had just realized what had just happened. Two fights were about to occur, but they did not thanks to the opportune intervention of the dorm mistress with a specifically ill-meaning surname. She sighed with relief, realizing that an epic battle was seemingly averted...and most importantly, that she wouldn't have to clean after any mess.

Fukuzawa gazed at the young man -"That is Fujita Kiyoshi! The guy Fujita!" then looked down at the laundry cart. Some comically enormous bras were missing...."Were they Shirazi's or Oshiro's? Wait, this wasn't their room? I put bras and panties in...Fujita's room. I must fix this problem and-"...this thought and would-be action were stopped. The underwear and the parachute-like bras were still inside Fujita Kiyoshi's cabinet, and the maid fixed nothing at all.

The cause? Tohori got distracted by the figure in the back -the girl whose face was covered by thick unruly black hair, Baihesha. "I wonder how she can see beneath all that hair..." She stood by and waited for everyone to presumably leave for their class or dissipate to continue with the rest of her dull delivery duties, and maybe try to trail Baihesha.
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