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 Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2015 5:17 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2015 5:17 pm
Civilian Side! Name: Anxo (An-Shaw) DeLuna Nickname: none  Age: 27 (As of 2023) Birthday: March 28th Sign: Aries Gemstone: Lodestone
Blood Type: He doesn't know. Fav. Food: Green Onions, pan fried with eggs and sausage.
Hated Food: Mushrooms, anything overly bloody, cold food for dinner. School: Destiny City University, Studying Backstage Technologies
Hobbies:Theater Work: As part of his major, he's required to do a number of hours between both the costume shop, the scene shop, and the props shop at the university. He began to start pulling more and more hours, and it seems to have consumed his free time. If he's not working on a show he may be found piecing together a lighting plot for an experiment of how light effects a costume, or reconstructing the stage from a previous show in miniature form to see what could have done better. He can also be found mingling with the actors and actresses of DC, asking their opinions on set design and costumes they'd like to see for their next show. Swimming: A long day can only properly cooled down with a nice, long swim at the public indoor swimming pool. Whether or not it is winter or summer, he will try to make time to get to the pool, and do a few laps. During the summertime, he tries to go to the beach, though the pool is far closer, and more convenient. No matter which one, he will try making friends with random people, egging on swimming races or splash fights. Scenery Observing: Like people watching, except more for the scene, than the people. He's always curious about lighting, and can find himself lost in the light that filters through trees, or how a cloudy day can change the way a fountain in the park looks. Museums also have become a huge hit with the boy. Occasionally, he'll pull out a sketch pad, and doodle out how it would look up on a stage. While sitting there, he might strike up a talk with someone, asking to take a picture to help match it with his sketch for later. Food Sampler: Smells, tastes, texture... Anxo enjoys foods of all kinds and wants to try a little bit of everything he gets his eyes on. Is he a connoisseur? Not quite. Just tasting something new and strange gives him joy, even if the stuff tastes like trash. In addition to just tasting new food as restaurants and cafes he often goes to, he tries to be called in my his friends at the DC culinary school for testing of new dishes. His opinion on food isn't helpful since he doesn't like giving out negative responses however leading to some people seeing him as a mooch. Virtues:Passionate -- When something Anxo enjoys is mentioned he will add onto it, speaking of it like it's the best thing in the world. He can spew off his dreams in an endless manner, even if it's as simple as a new, fancy dish he wants to try from his friends or how nice . People enjoy having him on teams for projects due to his passionate approach to the topics chosen. He'll consistently work towards giving out something greater than ever seen before. Giving: -- Time, money, food, homework answers. If Anxo hears that a person he knows needs something he's willing and ready to give it out. A warm fuzzy feeling fills him when he gives, and he gives out what he can. He'd be willing to go to the ends of the earth for another person even if it cuts into his own agenda. That wouldn't matter, if he can give something to another person, he's content. Limitations do exists. If it's out of his power or unrealistic he knows when to stop. Humble -- Anxo recognizes that no one is perfect and that even when you think you're doing fantastic it shouldn't go to your head. He may find himself having done something amazing but he will deny that it was his success alone. He is well known in his community for making sure that credit is given where it's due, and does not show off his talents regularly. When it is shown he caves in with blushing and stuttering, insisting that it wasn't entirely his own work. As his with his passion, those who work and learn along side him enjoy this due to the ease of working with him. Flaws:Impatient -- His being humble does not affect the amount of patience he has with working with others. He wants everything done at the right time, his time and if does not work that way then you are off of a project. He will give you everything in the world but if you can't keep up with him you're likely to be forgotten. He has no time for slackers or the unmotivated. Needy -- When things are calm and quiet Anxo begins to lose his mind. He needs attention since he does not have much confidence in what he does. When he wants attention, he will go to such lengths as to constantly text someone, call them, or message them until they answer him. When someone finally snaps and tells him to back off, he will act as if he was hurt, and find himself unable to forgive that person unless they beg for him back. Transparent -- The motives behind Anxo actions are very easy to see. If he has any secondary goal in doing something in secret most people can pick it out and call him on it. He is ultimately a terrible liar, and will continue to try to lie, even if he's caught. Most people who have caught him in a lie will learn not to trust him, because once he is caught in one lie it's easy to see when he's lying again.
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2015 5:22 pm
Powered Side! Senshi: Sailor Fornax, Senshi of Dough  Challenge: Let's get baked! Fuku Colour: Main Color: the color of fresh bread Secondary Color: a color pulled from a brick oven Fuku: ELEMENTS TO THINK ABOUT FOR SENSHI, FEMALE AND MALE -- YOU DON'T HAVE TO HAVE THESE, JUST THINK ABOUT THEM Collar -- A typical collar Bow -- A thin bow or shash inspired by braided bread ****Main inspiration for the outfit**** Bodice -- A chef's top Sleeves -- loose sleeves, perhaps see through Brooch -- To match his tiara Bottoms -- long, billowy pants, but if the tradition of shorts is still inforced, then more of a tunic, so no real pants seen. Tiara -- A braided band, much like his sash, with a gem inspired by one of these pastry designs. Choker -- none Shoes -- shiny shoes, black preferred Gloves -- none, but maybe dusty, floury hands? Accessories -- His hair has been braided back, with a few strands loose. No real accessories as of yet. Your MAIN COLOUR should dominate. Your SECOND COLOUR should be used for trimming. Attacks: Sailor Scout Attack: Fornax Kneeding! to bake bread is to kneed and Fornax needs to practice it more! He has decided your face is the best target, but by proxy of course! His fingers curl up and his thumbs go straight, and before them he summons a large wide of energy!dough. With the base of his palms, he delivers a series of 5-6 rapid kneeds to the dough, and as a result, the target feels the strikes at their body. (sneak!attack tactics!, target's owner can decided where those proxy!hits land!) In those spots, it feels as if your skin and bones were being stretched and worked at (just like real dough), though no adverse affects are really done. (think of Avatar the last Airbender and Ty Lee's attacks). This can be used 2 times per fight. Super Sailor Scout Attack: Fornax Dough Toss!
In addition to his original quick palm punches, a tossup is added! When demanded, his punches can send a person upwards! This does not cause any additional pain or suffering, it just disorrients the user by tossing them up into the air between 2 and 4 feet up into the air (Depending on whether or not Fornax is using it for helping (giving another person a boost) or hurting (Hiting to knock out).
From the total number of punches before, only 3 of them can have this additional knock back per fight, and it's at will.
Eternal Sailor Attack: Fornax... Needs more Flour!
So when dough doesn't have enough flour, it's sticky and hard to touch. It gets everywhere and sticks to everything and is just a mess!
Rather than add more flour, Fornax has decided to just dump that entire mess on you! A giant vat of sticky energy!flour is cast out in a 15 feet radius around Fornax like big fat dough!drops, trapping whoever is immediate vicinity in a mucky rain of dough. It can weigh down a person, and if there is a sizable amount accumulated, it piles up and can be stepped in (think massive pile of dough just right there. and you stepped it it. Oops, there goes your shoe, and you with it!) It lasts for 30 seconds, and everyone, friend and foe alike can get trapped. Easily avoidable if one is fast enough!
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2015 5:24 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2015 5:35 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2015 5:37 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2015 7:31 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2015 7:32 pm
SOLO - Snowy Realization
Ever since Anxo had been kidnapped his anxiety about being alone for too long had shot through the roof. During this time of the year, when everyone was busy or away from Destiny City University to go home for the holidays, he felt it even more intensely. All of his friends were gone, and his own parents decided that a cruise was much more appropriate this time instead of spending it with their child.
And that was completely okay with Anxo! He knew and understood better than anyone how stressful living in Destiny City was becoming. He saw the war and the monsters and the destruction that seemed to be evident no matter where you went. But the city was so so resilient! The people refused to leave, absolutely refused to let such terrible news force them to leave. It was so outstanding and wonderful that even among his fears he was able to let his parents and friends go for the season with a smile and a happy wave.
It was only when he was completely alone did the fear start creeping up his back and start to swallow him whole. It began with a new door lock. But that never felt quite like enough, so then it became two. Then Three. Then finally he had five locks installed on his front door, and extra hatches added to his windows. Being on the fifth floor of his apartment complex with such locks probably was a bit excessive. After all, who breaks into an apartment on the fifth floor of a twelve-story building? All of his actions still did little to ease his troubled mind.
How could he have become like this? HIM, the one who never felt fear! The one who had gone against angry, killer monsters with nothing but a broken broom shaft! He had been so eager to protect, to keep others safe, but when it came to actually doing so, he was so terribly weak.
Being bound up on that filthy restaurant floor forced him to realize just how weak he was. Sweet words and smiles couldn’t properly fight against super powers and blades meant to kill.
Granted, he never truly thought about his own health while sitting there, staring utter cruelty in the eyes. No No, not at all. What he DID feel was the others around him. Scared and angry and panicking. His own head, at that time, only stayed on properly because he managed to put the others first before himself. And for the longest time he sat silently in his apartment, recalling the event over and over in his mind, trying to figure out what he could have done better. But everyone who was with him at the time was able to escape properly, right? So why was he still thinking about it!
The silence in Anxo’s apartment was growing far far too loudly, too quickly, and though the snow was still thick on the ground, he had to escape from this empty apartment. Bundled up tightly, the young man made his way out to the snow with a sketch pad, a small bag, and a pocket knife. No time like the present to face his fears, yes?
Drawing the moonfilled sky always seemed to calm him. If the Negaverse or whoever the hell they were would wish to confront him this evening, let them. He was ready.
(Word Count - 566 )
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2016 1:44 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2023 7:30 am
What was once a Dream
What time was it...? Over and over Anxo struggled to keep his focus, squinting at the watch on his wrist every so often as he moved about the stage. His normally enthusiastic antics had waned significantly the later the time ticked by. While normally he'd be more than happy to stay late after rehearsals to clean and prep the stage for tomorrow, there just wasn't enough hours in the day to stay his extended shift. Rehearsal had already gone far past it's normal time, and he wouldn't deny that he loved watching the dancers perform over and over, their steps beautiful and calculated, moving with grace that he could only dream of having, but holy crap tonight seemed to be dragging on forever! What was supposed to be a four hour session slipped into six, and the time pushed passed 11 PM with every tick.
As he began to fiddle with the lighting panel, making sure the programmed timers were still set for the next time they were at practice, Anxo tried to do some math in his head. After this, he would patrol. No, he'd go home, eat something real quick, maybe a donut or three, THEN patrol. Maybe he could do his homework during then too. Yes, if he took a few breaks while he was patrolling, then he could squeeze in a few problems, maybe even finish it before it was done. Patrolling would be until sunrise, which the news said it was about at 6:45 AM today... That put him at about an hour or so of sleep until his 8 AM class... Not too bad, considering that last night was only about three fifteen minute naps throughout the day. He could do this, he sure he was able to...
And yet, when it came to right now, to the moment where he was standing there, listening to the low murmur of the crew and dancers chatting it up with one another, how could he not find a nice comfort in this...? Soon enough even that was drowned out, and his eyes slipped closed. Just one moment wouldn't hurt, right? Just... One... Moment....
"OI ANXO! Quit leaning on the lights!" The stage manager shout startled Anxo back to the world of the living, where he realized his elbow had been pressed on the strobe light function. As fun as a sudden disco party was, and indeed it was sudden as some of the straggling dancers began to bust a move on stage, he shouldn't have started dozing off. Switching the lights off and hearing an audible groan from some of the dancers, the exhausted young man pushed away from the panel and began to head down the steps of the stage. He caught himself as his steps became more of a stumble and he nearly face planted. But he was fine. Just fine, and he turned to give the dancers' a thumbs up.
"No worries! Everything is fine!" He called, finding that it took way more strength than he thought thought it should have. They didn't have to worry about it, though. They were all leaving, and so was he. Maybe not to sleep, but... He'd be right out of their hair in no time at all.
As stressful as this job was, he loved it, adored it even.. And he could only dream of continuing doing this for the rest of his life, as he knew there was a storm brewing, one he would not be able to avoid...
Word Count: 585
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2024 4:00 pm
The Cost of Being a 'Good Kid'
BZZT, BZZT, BZZT!! A hand came up to slowly poke at the buzzing phone, an alarm going off to wake up the exhausted young man. The day began the same way as always, sitting up in bed and just staring off into the distance, thinking and pondering, pushing away the sleep that clung to him still. Sunrise was still a ways off, but there were things to prepare..
Inch by inch he moved towards the bathroom to begin that same old routine. Brush his teeth, wash his face. Shower for the second time today. Start breakfast for everyone but himself, then maybe have enough time to eat something quick before heading downstair. Day in and day out, over and over and over again, and before he realized it, years had passed.
That’s what happened when one’s world would get shattered before them in a single instant. Well, no, that was wrong… It was a long time coming, perhaps even before he was born, the fate handed to him was already set in motion.
Two individuals who came to Destiny City to find happiness, being greeted with things they could never imagine. Of course they would indulge in whatever they could. Food, alcohol, partying.. And when you’re young, you never consider how it will catch up to you later. It started with Papa first, belly growing round and blood becoming too sweet. One beer too many, and he had one foot in the grave after a roaring laugh turned into a groan, then a thud on the floor.
And Mama, she never quite recovered from that. Every day she’d stare at the phone, waiting for a phone call that things were going to get worse, that the love of her life would never wake up again. He did get better, of course, and with Time, he came home and they got back to a semi normal state. But eggshells were everywhere, and there was no hiding the amount of fear behind those eyes… It was only after her own elderly mother came to visit that she found any sort of calm and relief in her heart.
Anxo saw it. Izzy saw it… the twins saw it. Each child saw how much better their mother was if she was with family… So one day they all sat down with her and their father, and offered them Peace.
Go back to Mexico. Be with your mothers and fathers and enjoy your time. We can handle it here. It was a selfish thought from every angle. Selfish that Mother would go out of her way for her own mental health, to the point where she’d leave her kids behind. Selfish of the children for wanting to be rid of her so they could focus on themselves and still be kids. Everyone would be able to be happy one way or another.
Except for Anxo.
For all of this to work, one dream would have to be put aside. One of them would have to suffer the most and step up to be the replacement parent for the younger ones… And he did so with a smile.
He had never been a selfish child… Anything he had, he’d give. And give and give and give until there was nothing left in his hands. And this time what he gave was time and dreams. Financially it didn’t make sense to simply keep going to University for a Degree that was likely to take him out of state later. There were still three minors to take care of back then. And as the eldest, he had to step up. It was for the best for everyone, and he knew that more than everyone.
Overnight, he had given up college, his love life, his freedom and dreams, and became a father to three rowdy boys, and the owner of a shop he didn’t want. But it was the family business. It couldn’t be abandoned after it took a lifetime to build. So he quietly accepted it as fate.
And for years he’d fall into that same routine. Get up at 4AM, prepare dough, decorate cakes, greet his coworkers. 7AM, get the twins up and ready for school, drop them off, return to open the shop by 9AM to open up, and work until 4PM when the kids would come home. Rush upstairs to make dinner, do homework, get everyone ready for bed eventually, then run back downstairs to finish prep for the next day, before finally collapsing on his bed to rest at Midnight, only to wake up and do it again.
Somewhere between that time, he managed to at least still take care of himself. At Least physically.. The very last thing he needed was to fall sick. Especially not this time of year when everything was already going to hell.
Halloween time was one of the worst in Destiny City. Plagued by a combination of crazier than usual incidents and the Negaverse getting up to their usual nonsense, it was a wonder people even still allowed their children to trick or treat. Honestly, that was the reason why his entire city block decided to do a Trick or Treat session during the daylight. Children would come by in their costumes and get loads of candy from the staff trying their best to just keep that little bit of childhood innocence alight.
But that also meant that leaving the bakery came much, much later. He was not the only one who had kids at home to return to. All of his wards were old enough to know better than to be out too late. Or at least had powers like his own and could take care of himself… So that left him alone to close down the shop by himself.
Unfortunate, but what needed to be done, would be. By the time he was free, the sounds of merriment had all but died down to deathly silence. 11PM in this area meant nothing moved… And while everyone normally closed down by 9PM, cleaning the cafe on his own took so much longer than normal… No one could tell Anxo he was a bad boss, having given everyone else the night off and cleaned up the entire place himself.
Once finished, it was time to head home. Back to where his second job started…
Yet nothing could EVER be easy. From the corner of his eye he saw it, the Shadows following him.
And also, at the same time, he just couldn’t care. Let the darkness take him, who knows, maybe it would be a sexy spooky ghost and he’d be isekai’ed into a better life. Izzy was an adult now, it was HIS turn to watch the children… He deserved a break.
The shadows could hound him and hiss all they want, but the tired young man just kept marching forward, out the shop, and up the external ladder that lead right up into the home above the bakery. Only a moment after stepping through the door way he could still hear them howling and screaming…
This was not what he wanted, some ******** up pity party in the middle of the night. No, he just wanted peace. Was that too hard to ask for? Everything he had given up for the sake of doing the ‘right thing’ just left him miserable. From Education, to freedom, to even love, all of it was torn away but the selfish ******** of his parents. And yes, he knew he kept lamenting about it, but the world was just so… So Goddamned unfair.
And then the fear struck him.. What if the Twins awakened as Senshi? Buzzi and Izzy were one thing, They were crazy enough that such power almost seemed destined for him.. Hells, he was already to super stage before he knew it! But the twins were innocent. They knew nothing about this chaotic world they lived in except that it was dangerous to be out at night. What if they awakened to become Chibi Senshi in the next few years?
What if they were corrupted?
A brief glance was thrown at the shadows that danced and sought him out.
Would his little ones be able to defend themselves? Would he have to teach them? Was that something to prepare for?
He was too goddamn young for all of this. Mahogany hair more than likely had more grey hairs than anyone should given just how stressed out he was over it all. Another glance to a reflection in a window nearby and… Gods, when did he get so tired looking? His very youth was being zapped away like some sort of angry god was pissed at him for trying to do the right and kind thing.
A shadow reached out towards him, near brushing against his ankle before he took a step away. <******** them. And ******** it all too. A finger was flipped up at the shut door before he collapsed on the couch and slept face down until the kids came home. And then it was time to start this bullshit all over again.
Word Count: 1530
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