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[MPC 55X: Wild Card!] Ototo's Crazy Quest [Naoko]
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Post by Otohime on Oct 3, 2018 19:03:43 GMT
(The prompt for my Wild Card entry is from MPC49, the one where the RP is based on a different franchise: digimonforumrp.freeforums.net/thread/4450/mpc-49a-completely-differentFor rewards, I would like: Posts)
Downtown Shibuya. 24th of June, 1987. A humid summer night, the oncoming monsoon was pushing the hot air down Mt. Fuji and into the canyon of alleys in the grand metropolis of Tokyo below. For the past few days, the city has been kept on its toes due to a series of strange assaults, women being found on the brink of death in alleyways, suffering from heavy anemia. Police has not found a single piece of evidence concerning the identity of the perpetrator, not even on the victims. All they know, is that the assailant leaves three bleeding holes on the necks of their victim. Who would do such a thing, and why? None of these mattered to one Otohime Watanabe, a young drifter trying to make ends meet with various odd jobs. As the locals parties and indulged in the simple pleasures of life, Otohime beelined straight for a bar. She'd spent all day refilling vending machines, and was now in dire need for a drink, herself. Once she had found a desired dive bar, she let herself sink on one of the bar chair, and ordered a Kirin beer. Normally, she'd be considered too young, being just 19 years of age, yet in these days, if it gave money, people were willing to look the other way. And just as she put the bottle to her mouth, a sensation flashed through her mind. "I can sense it...another one...here of all places? Gimme a break..."She turned, and let her eyes wander. Somewhere, in here, was another one of her kind. They tended to be attracted to one another by nature. Somewhere, in here, was a Stand User. |
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Toriya Naoko
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I'm not paid enough to give a damn.
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OOC Name: You know who I am.
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Post by Toriya Naoko on Oct 4, 2018 3:55:05 GMT
[I'd like posts, please.]
Man, the days were real drags in this time and age. Even with how the city had been kept on edge thanks to the recent...occurrences, let's call them that. People had been saying it was a vampire behind the attacks. Something that kind of befuddled the young Toriya Naoko. Not like she really concerned herself with that stuff right now. She had to deal with whatever was in her head.
Naturally, the one way to pull this off was isolation of the highest caliber. But, she found that resting at a dive bar was the proper thing to do. No, she didn't drink anything. She was 16, what the actual hell? What kind of bastard did you take her to be? There was something else about the bar that puzzled Naoko, though.
Familiarity. Even if she hadn't been here before. As the girl walked in, she sort of realized why this place felt familiar. Someone with a similar issue as her was in here.
How puzzling.
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Post by Otohime on Oct 7, 2018 14:21:26 GMT
Otohime's eyes wandered, and rested upon the young Toriya. There...that's where the sensation was coming from...this young girl.
Young girl...?
She couldn't be more than 16. How weird. People this young had them, too? Regardless, this required further looking in to!
So, the girl approached Naoko, looking all casual. As soon as she stood before her, with her hands in her pockets, she seized her up.
"Oi. Aint ya a wee bit young to be sittin' in here? This is a mighty dangerous place, 'specially at night."
As she spoke she pulled out a pack of cigarettes, put one into her mouth, and fumbled for her lighter. An orange hand emerged from her shoulder, reached into her jacket pocket, pulled out the lighter, and gave it to her. Then it disappeared. Judging from the lack of reaction to this, no one else had seen it happen...
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Toriya Naoko
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I'm not paid enough to give a damn.
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OOC Name: You know who I am.
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Post by Toriya Naoko on Oct 8, 2018 5:42:55 GMT
Naoko quickly found herself being approached by someone. Another girl, looked a bit older than herself, also seemed really intimidating. Except...eh. She seemed super casual so it wasn't all that intimidating. Though, she was being scrutinized thanks to her youth...That was a little...Hmm...Vexing?
"I regret to inform you that I am the danger." It was a very stiff sort of response, kind of like she wasn't really...okay with just being approached like that. She even moved to actually go take a seat, before she witnessed the orange arm and hand grabbing the lighter from her pocket.
Shit, the other person like her was this girl?
What? Naoko found herself staring at Otohime as though she had literally seen a ghost. By far the most emotion that had been shown by the girl thus far.
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Post by Otohime on Oct 8, 2018 17:45:13 GMT
Otohime glared at Naoko over that remark...then she burst into laughter.
"Ahahahah, oh man, those guts! I like gutsy folk! Lemme guy ya a drink!"
She turned to the bar, and ordered two sake on her, then turned back to Naoko. Her look said it all. Normally, Otohime was dense as heck, but even she could tell the look of genuine surprise and shock on someone's face. So she had seen it. That means she was the one.
"Well, whaddya know, they really are drawn to each other by some invisible force. Must be -fate- or some bullshit. Come on, let's chat a bit."
She then pulled up a chair, and had a seat while the bartender brought the drinks.
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Toriya Naoko
In-Training
I'm not paid enough to give a damn.
Posts: 0
OOC Name: You know who I am.
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Post by Toriya Naoko on Oct 11, 2018 3:44:00 GMT
Y'know, it was assumed that underage drinking was frowned upon in most circles but then again, this was probably one of those establishments that went "This is not most circles, hmmmmmmmmmm." Naoko followed Otohime to the bar, a blank expression resting on her face as a result of that earlier interaction. This girl was perplexing. "Okay. Sure. Let's talk." The girl took a seat next to Otohime, peering at her with at least some measure of curiosity.
"So...Yours is...orange? How long have you had it? And...drawn together? What do you mean by that?"
She was bombarding a dense person with way too many questions to even be considered worth answering or trying to answer.
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Post by Otohime on Oct 13, 2018 16:52:47 GMT
Otohime emptied her drink in one swig, sighing in contend.
"Aaaaaah, good stuff! Eh? Well, uh, I kinda had this thing for, like, 3 years. Some punks tried to beat me up then, and while defending myself it just...kinda appeared! Man, ya shoulda see them run when I beat 'em up with double the fists!"
She laughed. After a bit, she tapped her chin.
"Well, uh, you know, when people got these thingies, they end up drawn to each other! Like, ya turn the corner and -bam-, some jerkbag with a Stand stands before ya! It's weird, really, but hey!
So how 'bout you? When did yers appear? And why ya out here all alone when there's a killer around?"
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Toriya Naoko
In-Training
I'm not paid enough to give a damn.
Posts: 0
OOC Name: You know who I am.
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Post by Toriya Naoko on Oct 15, 2018 6:48:51 GMT
Naoko hadn't really drank anything. She was more busy with listening to the other girl's explanation. It was perplexing. Hers had come from much different...circumstances, and she had a far more adverse reaction to it than just using it to beat some people up. "...Mine knocked over a bookshelf when it came and I got so freaked out that I thought I was going insane. Or that it was going to kill me. Actually, it was more like a combination of both. I...haaave gotten used to it now, but back then it was..." She trailed off before shaking her head.
"If what you're saying's true, then maybe this shouldn't be as odd as it already is. As to why I'm here alone when a murderer's out there? Well...I've got some shit to work through. I might or might not be wanting to make that guy hurt a bit." A bit? More like a lot.
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Post by Otohime on Oct 16, 2018 16:48:43 GMT
The smile vanished from Otohime's face listening to Nao's less than pleasant first experience with her Stand. She just took a sip from her drink.
"Jeez dude, that sounds bad. I didnt know these things could even get like that."
Ah, and then, the girl revealed that she had some form of beef with this murderer that has been going around. The smile returned to her face.
"Hah, after that asshole too, aintcha? That's good, I wanna kick him in the balls! No one kills innocent people on -my- watch!"
She emptied her drink. For all her showboating and rudeness, she seemed to be motivated by a desire for justice.
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Toriya Naoko
In-Training
I'm not paid enough to give a damn.
Posts: 0
OOC Name: You know who I am.
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Post by Toriya Naoko on Oct 17, 2018 13:23:42 GMT
"I mean, they're controlled by your head, right? Naturally that might be a little difficult to pull off at first..." With that, Naoko finally opted to touch her drink. Or, rather, the very thing she was speaking of gently reached out and pulled the glass over to her, before the girl lifted it and started to take a sip. The hand was slender and pearly white in color. And clawed, too. "Yeah. I figured, if I have this, I might as well try using it for good. Obviously there's a lot of stuff it can be used for, good and bad but...Maybe stopping a creepy serial killer would be the best thing to do."
Naoko downed the rest of whatever her drink was before she set it down. "So, know anything about the guy?"
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Post by Otohime on Oct 17, 2018 20:58:59 GMT
Otohime gave a hearty belly laugh and patted Nao on the shoulder.
"Getting a power and deciding to use it for good! Man, you're amazin', gal!"
She laughed again, then mulled over the question.
"Aight, here's the haps, which I got from a secure source. The guy we're lookin' for is called Ted Mustaine. He's from America, came here with the Navy. He's a marine, and apparently a gigantic fucking asshole. And, get this, they say he's a -vampire-. They say they saw him stick his fingers in a lady's neck to suck out the red juice! I don't believe in vampires, so I think he's just a deviant, but he still sounds like a bastard we oughta take down!"
She ordered another drink.
"He apparently hangs around near a love hotel down in Roppongi. Chances are we can find 'im there."
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Toriya Naoko
In-Training
I'm not paid enough to give a damn.
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OOC Name: You know who I am.
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Post by Toriya Naoko on Oct 18, 2018 17:37:21 GMT
"I mean, I don't see any other practical use for it that doesn't involve breaking the law to some extent..." It'd also make explaining stuff incredibly awkward. Who just goes 'hey this ghost that pops out of me did the thing so therefore I am in fact innocent.'? A dumbass, that's who.
"...Yeah, that sounds about par the course for marines from Americ-...What the fuck? A vampire? That's...What? That whole thing sounds ridiculous. Maybe he just has sharp nails or something but...Yeah, maybe we should at least take him down to see to making life here a little bit safer. Any idea which love hotel that is? 'cause...There's a lot of those."
Naoko, despite having a spirit with unbelievable powers at her side, didn't believe in vampires. That was probably more ridiculous than anything else right now, really.
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Post by Otohime on Oct 21, 2018 11:55:57 GMT
Otohime seemed weirded out a bit that Nao did not believe in vampires.
"Eh? Ya don't believe in vampires? Come on, they're totally real! My dad saw a jiangshi once, and says he got a kitsune in his backyard! Of course vampires are real! But, that dun matter now! The guy's at the White Lily love hotel by the train station! Maybe we can ambush him or sumthin!"
She got up and slammed down a large Yen bill that could easily pay for both her drinks and Nao's, then she cracked her knuckles. She was rearing to go and kick some butt!
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Toriya Naoko
In-Training
I'm not paid enough to give a damn.
Posts: 0
OOC Name: You know who I am.
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Post by Toriya Naoko on Oct 22, 2018 22:58:25 GMT
"No, I don't! And especially not ones that...use their fingers to suck blood! How do they even do that, that's disgusting!" Naoko huffed! This all sounded so ridiculous! And a kitsune? Well, maybe it was a really fancy fox but she wasn't about to ask how ma-...Actually, maybe she should ask how many tails it's got, that'd make a lot of sense. "...And if your dad's got a kitsune then how many tails does it have?"
She also took note of the place they were heading. White Lily Love Hotel...Okay. That's not that far, is it? They could walk there and ambush him indeed...
"...Okay. Let's go ambush him, then. Us two and our...uh. Spirits or whatever. What -are- these things called? What else do you know about them?" She did come out here to fight that guy but she didn't expect to meet someone just like her...
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Post by Otohime on Oct 26, 2018 19:15:07 GMT
"Eh? Uh, like 3 tails. Thats a young'un, but hey, kit is sune!"
With the intricacies of multiple fox tails put to rest, Otohime nodded and strode towards the door.
"Let's go catch ourselves a bastard!"
As they walked towards the love hotel, Nao had some questions. Otohime scratched her head.
"Uuuuh, I think they're called "Stands"...cuz they -stand- near you, ya see. I think mine's called「HIGH VOLTAGE」and it makes me produce electric stuff over my hands, its cool! Uuuuh, dunno what yours does."
Eventually, they reached their destination. All they had to do now was to lay in wait for the marine...
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