Gin plodded seemingly care-free along the edge of town, an unvarnished ukulele neck in her right hand and it's body resting on her shoulder. The day was sunny, a slight breeze through her short auburn hair. To most all in Towness this was another lovely day, for Gin it was just waiting to become another terrible one. So she kept out of the town centre, wandering between the shade of trees and internally fretting over what was in them, The sun would probably burn her fair skin anyhow but she figured there were likely critters in the tree waiting to leap on her.
Gin finally stopped behind a Towness building, sitting down under its shadow and resting her ukulele on her chest. She began to fingerpick a relaxing sort of tune and closed her eyes, focusing on the music and waiting for her anxiety to pass.
“Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?”The great ball of fire was hanging high in the sky, flooding the town of Towness with its warm light.
Mr Mercury was slowly waddling between the buildings, no particular destination in mind.
His gaze drifted over to a pair of birds, who were picking at the ground before quickly flying away.
Mr. Mercury wasn't surprised. Of course they'd fly away - there were a few of those metal things with four wheels making annoyingly loud honking noises for some reason. He'd been trying to get them to leave all day, but it seemed like they were following him.
It really was strange. He had even stood in place to let them pass a few times, but they never moved around him, even though there was more than enough space both to the left and the right of him on this greyish-black path he was walking on.
These humans really were strange creatures. But then again some of them were really kind as well. Why just the other day Mr. Mercury had come upon an old and unwashed man sitting on the street and offering him a cup full of money for no reason.
And of course it would have been terribly impolite not to accept the gift, so Mr. Mercury had gladly taken the cup.
But then the man became angry for some reason and took the cup of money back. Would he ever be able to understand this species? They certainly were-
A dull pain quickly pulled Mr. Mercury out of his thoughts again. Apparently he had forgotten to watch where he was going, bumping into a wall in the process. The experience was an unpleasant one and he seemed to have walked off of the greyish-black path as well, but at least the annoying, honking things were gone for now.
"No, that's not going to work," Clepass said to himself while looking over his notes. Admittedly the pit of jetpack gorillas was pretty far fetched to begin with, seeing how that species wasn't native around here. Besides, seeing how this would be Towness' first official dungeon, that might be a bit to much for the beginning crawler.
At first he thought it would work best in the center room, but further research in the surrounding hills revealed that none of them were large enough to fully display such a creature in all its majestic...ness. Majesty, that was the word he was looking for. Clepass briefly wondered if the hero got his name from the suffix.
Frustrated with this turn of events, he decided to take a break after messaging one of his partners. Clepass opened up "crawlerBother" and selected username "eagleOcean" and typed: "The jetape plan won't work. How's the foppy breeding going?"
Standing, he walked across the dark blue carpet to examine the display-cased starman military suit. This one was never worn by any of his family members; his grandad bought it from Onett shortly after the war's end. Now it was torn and missing many components; damaged by a bottle rocket, whether from the third hero Jeff or just a clever shark member was unknown. The suits were rare now, a reminder of the starmen' dark past before they switched of their rays. Now it was just a relic never to be used again.
If I need to put this on some day I'm going to remember those words and my brain will laugh and laugh.... Well whatever, he needed some fresh air right now. A walk to the town centre might do him good.
edited 3rd Oct '15 2:16:00 AM by Novis
You say I am loved, when I don’t feel a thing. You say I am strong, when I think I am weak. You say I am held, when I am falling short.In his room on the second floor, Tobajas was lazily sitting in a couch, game controller in his hands and with a bored look on his face, not too interested in the game he's currently playing. So why is he playing it? Who knows. Grinding in-game, a lack of interesting options, there were reasons enough.
A call from his mother from downstairs snapped him back to reality, pausing the game, though not getting out of the couch.
"Yeah?", he said back, raising his voice loudly so that she'd hear him.
"We're already out of bread and vegetables for the remainder of the week, so go to the mall to get some more, ok?"
"Whaaat?", he asked, clearly not willing to go outside. "Why can't you do it?"
"Because I have a ton of stuff to do! I have to clean 5 more rooms today!"
Tobajas sighed. His mother had always been addicted to keeping the house way too clean. And with his father on a business trip, it meant that he was the one who always had to go outside to go shopping. Not that going outside was bad, but there was nothing to do at all. It made the boring game he was playing much more exciting by comparison. Plus, he had a hard time talking to people who he didn't call 'mom' or 'dad'.
He didn't have a choice though. He and his mother could sometimes discuss for over half an hour about things like this, and somehow, she'd always win.
"Fiiiiine.", he said back as he turned off the game. Not without saving the progress first, of course. He got up from his comfy and trusty couch and left the room, going downstairs where he got his jacket before leaving the house. It was a fair distance to walk, as his home was a bit more secluded than the others, further away from the center of the town.
He felt a slight breeze out of nowhere, causing him to flinch. He did see the humor in it after a few seconds and snickers a bit, though he hopes that nobody saw him flinching by a small breeze of all things.
edited 5th Oct '15 10:14:43 AM by DevilPsyco
In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.Kinda was waiting for the others who did not post to arrive. Oh well
Gin, wandering around, ended up into the town center, where he saw a Mr. Saturn. He was-of course- Mr. Mercury, who wandered into the center. At that time, a boy bumped into her: Tobajas, who was running to collect a can that had fallen out of the shopping bag he was carrying, due to said slight breeze.
Watching this scene from some distance away was Clepass.
edited 17th Oct '15 4:29:57 AM by DarknessAwaits
The can Tobajas was chasing rolled to Clepass' feet. Picking it up, he walked to him and Gin and said, "are you two alright? Also, I have this," pointing to the can.
You say I am loved, when I don’t feel a thing. You say I am strong, when I think I am weak. You say I am held, when I am falling short.Gin was waving hello to the Mr. Saturn when Tobajas ran into her, the surprize nearly giving her a heart attack. Nevertheless, she appeared as aloof as ever when the kid came up to apologise and shrugged at his question, "Only a flesh wound, I'll live." She smiled, scratching her head a little awkwardly and feeling nervous about all the people around.
“Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?”Mr. Mercury had no idea why the human was waving its appendage at him, but figured it had to be some sort of human thing, Trying to return the gesture, he attempted to balance on his right foot, shaking his left side in the air. While doing so, Mr. Mercury experienced a distinct lack of balance, promptly falling on his side.
Gin clapped a hand to her mouth as Mr. Mercury attempted to wave and fell comically on his side - partly out of concern but also because it would be rude to laugh at him, funny as the visual was. She crouched down and tried to help the Mr. Saturn onto his feet again, "I'm so sorry, are you ok?"
“Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?”Tobajas, carrying the bags of groceries after having bought them at the local store, sighed.
"At least this means I can spend the rest of the week undisturbed now..."
He feels another slight breeze, it hitting his neck this time, causing him to flinch again, and a can fell out of one of the bags, rolling away.
"A-what? No, nonononononono! Get back here!", Tobajas said as he chased the can, not looking where he was going and eventually bumping into Gin, falling back on the ground.
"Ow! Hey, I-"
He pauses, instantly realizing that he was the one at fault here, and gets up, walking over to Gin.
"Sorry, I didn't really look where I was going, I was trying to stop my food from rolling away."
He looks surprised at her laid back reaction, he had expected her to scold him.
"A-ah, ok. Uh...-"
He sees Clepass and becomes a bit nervous. Not just because there were more people gathering, but because he never really saw a real Starman before, only knowing them from the stories he honestly didn't pay too much attention to. He notices that Clepass is returning the can to him though.
"Y-yeah. T-thanks.", he says as he takes the can back. He then sees Gin help Mr Mercury, and it takes Tobajas a little while before he realizes what he is.
"A Starman and a Mr Saturn...", he quietly mutters, a slight tone of discovery in his voice. He had seen neither in real life before, at least not to the extent he could remember.
edited 18th Oct '15 9:55:43 AM by DevilPsyco
In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.((Oh, neat, this started. Sorry to keep you waiting.))
School had just let out for the day. Not that Victor knew, nor cared. He could count the number of full days he had attended on his hands, and this was not among them. He had skipped class, having spent most of the day at the arcade. It had been a fulfilling day all the same. He had beaten his high score in Gauntlet, and just finished his homework. The worksheets were lying in a pile of ashes at his feet in the abandoned alley he sometimes hung out in. He dextrously slid his lighter in his pocket. He cared not for school, nor fire safety laws, nor wasting perfectly good paper. He was Victor Kaiser, the baddest delinquent in Towness. He definitely looked the part. He wore a black tank-top with a skull on it, and it showed off his powerful body. He had strong arms and broad shoulders, and he was not someone you'd want to get caught in a dark alley with. Especially when he was wielding his wooden katana. Legend had it that he had once beheaded three men in a single swing with it!
The baddest dude in Towness was hungry, though. He had mugged an old lady for some cash, so he decided to head to the burger joint in town square. As he headed there, he saw a small gathering of people. A girl with a ukelele (She was kinda cute), a young man with some groceries (Victor guessed he was the girls younger brother), a Mr. Saturn (Victor wondered how far he could kick him/her), and a Star Man (Always reminded Victor of some kind of crazy robot from a sci-fi show).
"Yep, I'm one of those and he's one of those...." Clepass trailed off; conversations not involving holes in the ground filled with pointless death traps were not his strong suit. "...I haven't seen any mooks in Towness though; I guess they have a bit harder time adjusting because of their limbs."
Clepass looked at the Mr. Saturn to see if he...wait was that the one who walked in front of the car earlier? If so he-maybe she, Clepass guessed that "Mr." Saturns probably had genders-could get himself killed if he continued unmonitored. ((Clepass will go talk to him, but I want to give Tobajas a chance to respond first.))
Out of the corner of his vision, he spied Victor (though he did not know who he was at the time).
edited 23rd Oct '15 10:22:18 AM by Novis
You say I am loved, when I don’t feel a thing. You say I am strong, when I think I am weak. You say I am held, when I am falling short.((Here, I'll make something.))
Victor smiled at the cute waitress as she brought him his burger. Victor smiled like a shark. That is to say, it was kinda scary. She hurried away, as Victor began to attack his meal. The reason he ate at Cheeseburger in Paradise was that they served burgers that demanded respect. Each one was made with about a pound of meat, and they were served with a knife so that the diner could cut them in half. Victor didn't need it because of his huge hands, but he did have to use both of them. It was the kind of burger that you had to focus on as you ate it. Partly because it was so good, partly because it was a bit difficult to actually eat. The meat consumed all the empty space in his mouth. It was the sort of food that made you go completely quiet as you sat down, shut up, and enjoyed your meal.
So Victor was not happy when he was interrupted.
"Oy! You!" A voice said. The door flew open, and a tall young man, about Victor's age, blew in. He was also about as built as Victor, too, which was quite the feat. He had on a sleeveless denim jacket, with a white tank-top beneath that clung to his powerful chest. He had tousled brown hair, and fury in his green eyes. He went over to Victor and slammed his hands on the table, jolting the salt and pepper shakers.
Victor chewed on his burger.
"You're the jerk who beat up my brother Jimmy!" The young man said. He slammed his fist on the table again, knocking over a bottle of mustard. The entire restaurant was looking at him. Except for Victor. He was taking another bite out of his burger.
"Hey! I'm talking to you!" The young man said. Victor was about halfway through his sandwich now. Again, it was a huge burger. He set it down, then swallowed.
"Don't you have a ballet lesson to go to?" Victor asked him. He did in fact know the guy. Named Jimmy, he and his brother ran a gang together. They had been keeping his mom up on their motorcycles, so he had beaten the tar out of Billy, then stolen his motorcycle. Billy had gone down easily enough that Victor didn't consider Jimmy worth his time. Evidenced by the fact he didn't even look at him as he took picked up a fry and ate it.
"Y-y-you!" Billy yelled. He took Victor's plate and tossed it, along with Victor's half eaten burger.
The cacophony of clattering glass resounded through the street as Billy Lee went flying through the window of Cheeseburger in Paradise, landing near Tobajas' feet. He had ketchup all over him, and french fries up his nose. If anyone was listening, a single voice could be heard from inside the diner.
"Can I get another burger?" Victor asked his waitress.
"Don't just stand there! Get him!" Billy yelled. Several other members of the Dragon Gang had assembled outside of the restaurant to back up their boss, and started filing in to take care of Victor. Victor sighed and took out his wallet, leaving some cash under the ketchup bottle. He made sure to leave an extra large tip.
Haha, I love your profile picture! Papyrus is so adorkable...
Gin and the others at the prior pedestrian pile-up had ended up wandering around together for a little while in the streets outside the shops. They seemed a cool crowd or at least mostly harmless and Gin didn't have much better to do today. She fretted that she was a third, or fifth, wheel but remained aloof as ever. This facade was broken with the sound of shattering dinnerware and uncouth yelling, however. A young thug landed at Tobaja's feet, causing Gin to jump and nearly drop her ukulele - luckily catching it and clutching the instrument defensively.
It wasn't the most complex or valuable of instruments but it was all Gin could afford.
After a moment Gin managed to return to her faux-calm demeanor and cautiously stepped towards the broken window. The fighting was a terrifying prospect but she was curious as to who the gang was after and why they needed approximately all of them to get him. "Ok, something tells me they're not breaking bread in there..." She quipped, looking back to the others awkwardly. Inside another young thug, similar to the one that had been flung through the window, was leaving a tip under the ketchup bottle.
Gin was terrified and, while attempting to back off and find somewhere convenient to hide, managed to trip up one of the Green Dragons. The thug landed face first on the concrete. "Uuuhhh..."
“Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?”((I'M SO GLAD YOU NOTICED. I'VE BEEN WEARING MTT BRAND BISHIE CREAM))
"Here's your burger, sir." The waitress said, handing Victor a plate with another burger on it. Victor, in the middle of planting the sole of his boot on the face of one of the Dragon Gang members, took it in his hand, taking a huge bite out of it. With his other hand, he intercepted a lead pipe, tearing it from the gang member's hand and smashing his face with it. The man stumbled, landing on the jukebox.
A heavy-set man stepped out of the bathroom. His name tag marked him as Store Manager Steve.
"Hey!" He said, in a deep voice. "You guys need to take this outsAUUUUUGGGGHH!" He screamed the last bit, due to the fact that Jimmy Lee had just crashed through a window on his motorcycle, running him over and speeding towards Hector to try and run him over. He still had french fries in his nose and ketchup all over him, but that didn't seem to inhibit his driving abilities much.
Is it sad that I read that in Papyrus' voice and that I subsequently giggled joyously?
The downed Green Dragon member started to pull himself up and looked very unhappy to have been tripped by the girl. He tried to take a back-handed swing at Gin but she, nimble despite her awkward demeanor, managed to dodge. Gin followed up reflexively with a violent whack to the back of his head with her ukulele - he went flying into the restaurant and collided with a comrade, "Sorry!" Gin choked, nervously checking her instrument for damage.

It was a normal, really not outstanding day in Towness, the city so named in honor of the great hero Ness. And also because it was a town.
It's here, at long last it is here! But really, if you are still interested, thanks for having beared with me. My schedule got completelly destroyed by the start of school and stuff. Again, sorry!
Anyway, as this is the first post, you just gotta say what're you doing and give the others an idea of how your character acts and thinks.
edited 2nd Oct '15 9:58:00 PM by DarknessAwaits