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Those fuckers who spam all the rp tags with their group promos better hope I never find them.

#(ooc.) #i hate you!! stop it!!! #Why do you think you need to post this shit every five fucking minutes. I don't care about your mythology characters in a modern town! #jcink discord group promos die!!!!!!

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her littl braid.

#u like. i know u do. #(ooc.)

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https://creanavt.tumblr.com/archive

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Not a comforting revelation in most contexts, but here their alliance of circumstance meant that she could let Lady take the lead. There's more weird 'n' foul than devils and demons, Riley thought, before her mind was trained upon something altogether more productive. This she could do.

"Think it might be something heavy duty. Scales. Or maybe rocks. Maybe slow? I think you're probably going to need that," a nod to the rocket launcher, "over small arms. If it's a rock thing. Could be a Norse-style troll -- no, they turn to stone in sunlight. Tch, the Hittites -- that's Mesopotamia -- had something that was made'a basalt, a demigod. Supposed to be blind and deaf. Might explain why it didn't hiiiiit..." Another conjecture sprang to mind. "Then that means it's not alone. Something is guiding it. Get that, and it should be easy."

Slowly and grimly, Riley reached for a pistol, slow enough that Lady could stop her should it not be... cool. "Not to come off like a coward, but I'm not given to hunting. I'll have your back?"

The moment after Riley had safely made it inside the devil hunter was already rushing into action and arming herself for a fight.

"Something we got in common then!"

She'd worry about how the interior of the house she'd been staking out in looked to her newfound companion later. But the plethora of firearms and other weaponry Lady was gearing up with would probably raise a few questions.

Pistols, check. Shotgun, check. Ammo, check. Grenades, check. Napalm, check. And last but not least her rocket launcher Kalina Ann was lofted onto her shoulder.

"Sorry, I lied a bit. I'm a devil hunter. If the freaky thing that stabbed your engine doesn't scream demon I don't know what does. Any helpful information you got for me before I start shooting?"

She had yet to encounter whatever had punctured the engine before, if they could redirect bullets or something she'd like to know.

#shallliveoninsong

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#her tmummy...

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"Okay, so you meant to do this." That was a new one; still, she did a good job keeping disbelief from her tone. "I'm the accountant Riley. That’s like a small scale economic advisor.” (Also, by not catching the 'have your name' thing, Riley could call on that later. She probably wouldn't. Kind of a shitty fae thing. But she could.) Putting to one side that apparently one Bolson was ahead of their time in terms of construction, the accountant reckoned that the name would be a more fruitful item to focus on.

"Can’t say I’ve heard of her, sorry. But I can try lookin' it up? Royalty's not big these days. We try to vote on stuff instead." That was an oversimplification, but getting into representatives and gerrymandering with the cleavage wizard... could wait. Needed to go over a lot of tea-tossing and glaring rockets first.

"There's no princess Zelda that I know of off the toppa my head, sorry. Certainly not in this country. Might exist somewhere in Europe. Austria or somewhere.” She pulls our her phone. “This is a long distance communication device. It’s also kind of like a library. Okay, famous Zeldas…" Wikipedia, what do you have? "Zelda Barron, movie lady. Zelda Curtis, journalist... Lotta writers. Not seeing any princesses on here, sorry." An amiable shrug. "Where'd you say you were from -- Hyrulia? I could try lookin' that up, but I'll be honest, magic's not big around here either."

"Did I say 'humans'? I certainly didn't mean to give that away so early... but I'm not sure what 'froid eyan' means." she blushed at the implication of getting the demon girl undressed. "Yes, I probably should have started by introducing myself. I am the sorceress Cia, what is your name?

I've been monitoring several different eras of Hyrulian history and alternate timelines, but this one seems strange to me. There don't appear to be any castles around, and all the building are this weird box shape. Like that odd, experimental Bolson Construction housing. Is there a 'Princess Zelda' in this dimension? If I followed her lineage back, I'll bet I can discover where and when things diverged."

#legendarycia

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"Sure are a lotta people out there who wanna fuck puppets."

#open;

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The next time Riley meets a white haired maiden from another world, she’s not going to ask. She’s just going to sigh and start laying out the “so you’ve been spat out into the trash pit of reality, here’s what a cheesesteak is” class.

#(ooc.) #three times is enemy action.

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everyone riding the train today got 250 xp after a level 32 dracula wandered onto the tracks

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"It's less the outfit," though the neckline that plunged to the point of showing her belly button was certainly a bold choice for early springtime fashion, "and more the use of 'humans' like you're not one. Freudian, y'know?" Or maybe not. "Besides, this is my work outfit. You'll need to give me your name at least if you wanna see me outta it." But reflexive flirtation could wait.

"Now, by not from town, what I really meant was did you come from some manner of yawning and terrible portal that spat you out into this dimension from that which you've become accustomed? Because it wouldn't be the first time." Philadelphia must be the garbage dump of reality.

"I-- what gave it away?" She looked down at her outfit, it definitely did not match the style of the other woman's. "Do all the people of this town dress conservatively like you?"

((Being from a monarchy, she has no frame of reference for republicans or democrats; also dressing conservatively doesn't have Christian undertones where she's from, it means loyalty to the goddesses... or something? Demons are still a thing, though. In your pictures, she's wearing a blouse; and honestly, practically anything is more conservative than Cia's outfit. So, if you want there to be a misunderstanding, or how bad of one; is all up to you, I guess.))

#legendarycia #riley cross would never complain about seeing decolletage.

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"Jesus. Well, my family isn’t quite so. Boat-rocking.” That was the kindest way to define Sitri. Its plans were inscrutable. But at least subtle. She shrugged. "Really, I think if the position's available, I'd sooner be some sort of auxiliary support. I'm not quite strong enough to hang out in the limelight or courageous enough to handle the things that bump-in-the-night as a 9-to-5. Sorry. Just wanna be honest when I can."

"Not necessarily a requirement to join us but we will take measures in protecting you." Annerose answered the first question. By measures, Annerose meant making sure any demons get the bloody message via her dark blade.

"Yes, I am speaking from experience. I once had a client who was involved with a vile human who tried to create an Otherworld gate. She died and now her brother is under my care."

#under-eden

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I need to learn some better magic, this is un-fuckin'-tenable. The capacity to body a hit or two didn't make up for Riley's near-utter lack of defense at this range; even some sort of silly little decoy spell could be an enormous boon. But no, the best she had on hand was a trick lighter rigged to explode and a completely normal baseball bat in the car she was currently sprinting away from.

Was no point in trying to play normal now. Those shards were beginning to fire down like hail; Riley blinked out of existence once, twice as she made for the safety of the home, zigzagging in an attempt to be less predictable. Luck and lanky limbs combined to a cohesive whole, and she reached the house once again. Lady had reached the house first, so Riley took the opportunity to slam the door shut. She rubbed her eyes, moved quickly away from the walls.

"Ugh. Hi. So I wasn't lying, as such. I've just got an unpleasant family tree."

(In the distance, the pervasive vine drooped bile onto its craggy host, smacked it with an enormous pitcher-plant mouth. "Couldn't have made a worse shot if you weren't looking." "You felt it, same as I did! "The Sons of Sparda aren't women, you moron!")

"Sounds like a pain in the ass." she scoffed.

What kind of place didn't accept mail? Or just ask a few security questions first? But Lady had never held a typical job so her opinion probably meant little to places like wherever Riley worked.

But before she could ask about that further to make small talk some thing jabbed its way through the car.

"The fu--" she was already reaching for his gun but was pulled out of the way before she could by her visitor.

Riley wasn't panicking. Was she a hunter too? A demon? Or maybe she just had experience with the demonic world. Either way, Lady would question it later, when they weren't in danger of getting impaled.

"I second that!"

She didn't need to be told twice and was already running. If this was another case like the demonic tree she'd need a helluva a lot more firepower. And thankfully, she had quite the arsenal in the house she'd been camping out in.

#shallliveoninsong #i figured things were too peaceful.

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"This is horseshit. Why do the Sharks even have a vampire on the team? You don't approve capes or powdered wigs, you don't go into staking futures, all you do is approve crpyto ventures. What's wrong with Gonzo chastity cage? Would you prefer if I minted it on the chain???"

"unfortunately, i'm going to have to pass on this one. it's a great premise, but i feel its too niche to be marketable outside of the core base."

#dhampiredirges

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Despite a bland and disinterested expression, she was dying inside -- absolutely, Riley shouldn't have brought it up. Now the office was going to smell just a tiny bit like cigarette smoke, even if she blew the fans out for the rest of the day. Enough to irritate, enough to be that tiny hangnail holding back focus. Still, she kept it to herself, if only in the pursuit of maintaining social harmony.

"Eh, he's some nepo baby. Figure he must know the landlord or else the stogies would get 'm booted. Doesn't work for the firm, so I've just gotta suck it up." Natural that the youngest partner got the worst office, but at least she had one. "And not to dissuade any romantic notions, but I can't imagine he's much of a charmer. Yeesh, the way he shouts on the phone."

She mentally noted the fire escape.

“Sure. That’ll work.”

Tsutsumi opened the window she assumed would & lit & smoked a cigarette, taking in the view of the outside. She spotted the window below them.

“I’m surprised he’s allowed to smoke inside. What’s that guy do?” Hopefully she could be told who he was or enough to go on for her research.

#coveruplovesalibi

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"That may be so, but could you not objectify my students while I'm in earshot?" She had only just stepped off the floor to search for something in her duffel bag, when for some unknown reason Riley felt the need to express that out loud. Good for her, but she didn't need to hear that. Yes, her students were all grown adults with lives of their own, but she did feel the least bit responsible for them while they were under her roof. After she found her water bottle, she turned around to see how everyone was doing with their warm-ups on the barre, sipping at her water as she brushed some of the hair out of her face, tucking it gently behind her ear. "Class ends at 4:00. Wait until after we're done, then you can ask them out."

"At least one of us should be playing to type." It ought to be noted that Riley'd not looked up from her phone once during the entire dance session, nor did she change that to greet Luna. The observation was made on average, guesswork, said with the sort of intensity otherwise heard when asking a lunch companion if they want leftover French fries. Not that she was some sort of sage when it came to the infernal, given private waffling regarding the greater sin that crossroad demons embodied.

The Devil [Who] Went Down To Georgia, for instance, was preying upon the fiddler's pride, willing to haggle a gaudy musical instrument for a soul. But Robert Johnson's demon made a simpler trade, no game needed -- a soul for unparalleled ability, musical talented that he envied, perhaps lusted after. Now, beyond Mr. Johnson getting a much better deal, these were very different devils. So what made Ms. Baskerville [sp] tick?

Or was she one of the exceptions, those who fall outside the spectrum? "Please, don't mind me. I can wait, and keep just slobbering like a dog over the buffet of asses."

#lunaferrous

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"Leon from Galar?" She doesn't have an especially high opinion of him; all style, no substance, and dragging in a non-native Pokemon for your ace was -- absurd. Charizard did nothing that an oven-possessing Rotom couldn't do better, and it at least wasn't environmentally disruptive. (Not that she'd use a Rotom-Phone, thanks. A little too invasive.) That being said, she'd never met the man. Maybe he was alright, and the merchandising and posturing just made it hard to see the man beneath.

"Sounds like a mess. We don't have to deal with a ton'a politics or sponsoring, thankfully. Or if we do, Palmer does well enough hiding it. I guess I'd say go over the league's head, or talk to the Frontier board. We don't have PWT flash, but I bet they'd be happy to share some buzz for exhibition matches." They arrive outside the Arcade; surprisingly, the line's wrapping around into the park outside. "Oh, right. She's doin' BP ante tonight. Are you willin' to wait?"

"Saori," straightforwardly obliges the bright-haired tourist. "And I've been at it for a few months now! Although, if I want to be Top Champion, it's going to be a doozy leveling up from here!"

Common champion spiel when it comes to becoming even stronger.

"Real talk though, unless I have Miss Alora handle sponsors and junk, the paper work becomes a slog to get through. Like, if you've ever heard of this lady named Honey -- that old dude who trained Leon's wife or whoever -- them? Well, apparently they wanted to invite some champions to go battle some new talent, but League HQ said no. Like, what's with that if Badge Season is over?"

#chubu league hq #chubu-league-hq

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I don't get to play with it enough but Riley's skill-mimicry thing is really cool and fucked up. like imagining knowing her for a while, bein' intimate a few times, and then idly she does something exactly like you do. Not in a monkey see monkey do way with changes for style, but exactly how you would, down to muscle memory. And then she smiles at you and it short-circuits your brain enough to forget all about it.

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