Rules: 1) Don't kill the Tuffle, no matter how tempting it may be. 2) The date will be held in Burberry's home. 3) No one is allowed out of the house. 4) No one is also allowed to hide in the bathroom to cry. 5) There will be no talk of science, and all experiments are prohibited. 6) The date begins at 7pm, and all three parties must stay there for at least 4 hours. 7) There will be cameras scattered around the house, but none of them will know.
Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2019 6:08 pm
◢D RXX B U R B E R R Y I think sometimes it feels good to be so focused and so OBSESSED and so.. INVOLVED ...in something. Forget to eat, Forget to sleep. Cause I mean, that's the same thing that happens with d e p r e s s i o n...
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xxxxxx"Here's to another year of progress," Burberry mumbled before blowing on the top of her cigarette butt. She decided to celebrate her 31st birthday with a celebratory cigarette and margarita. She never cared for grandiloquent birthday celebrations, as another year of life equated to another year closer to death. This didn't mean that her birthday was non-existent, it simply wasn't the doctor's priority. However, her loved ones believed otherwise: Gyoza came over with a celebratory keg, Daiko gifted Bur a slice of raspberry (vegan) cheesecake, and Dahn came over with the kids to have dinner. Today was pleasantly simple, Burberry wished all of her birthdays could be as humbling. However, all the festivities and coveted simplicity would vanish at 7pm, when her Valentine's guests would arrive for a "Couple's Dinner." Burberry could have sworn that her sweet-orange cigarette and margarita had gone sour when she received a reminder text for the date, it made her that nauseous. Despite being a Valentine's baby, Burberry never cared for romance. As a matter of fact, she commonly attributed romance to, "The genetic predisposition to desire procreation, even if it is unintended." She hoped that whoever she would be "dating," could be easily swayed with money. Possibly through a bribe, the individual in question will just leave. Burberry refused to entertain such shallow requests- guesting in a love show. Nonsense. So she waited, her wallet on her kitchen counter and her margarita glass empty. She took another swig of her cigarette, blowing out a cloud of smoke as she flipped the pages of her book. "Poor 'lover,' they will be heartbroken before they were given a chance..."
|♢| Universe 6 |♢| Race of Hera |♢| BP: 560 |♢| |♢| Main Theme - LoveGame |♢| ☾ What, exactly, had she been signed up to do? It seemed like one crappy thing after the next had befallen her since being revived. She still wasn't sure how that happened, but it was better than being in HELL. With no sign of Dor'on and the others, the redhead assumed she was allowed to do whatever she wanted. But without money, people got pissy when she demanded food or clothes. So she threw a few people through a wall or two. Big deal! So these third rate wannabe patrollers showed up and shot at her with their weak guns. Big whoop! It wasn't as funny when she shot back. Though Zani opted to split before attracting the wrong people, some weird guy with cameras approached her after all that. Whatever he was trying to get her to do, the woman wished she'd paid more attention to. But she was being offered money which could make her stay on the planet a little less hectic. So she agreed and was sent to this address with nothing else to go on except having to meet whoever lived there. First impressions when arriving to the mansion: "Oh great. Some rich a*****e..." she swore with a groan. Pompous know-it-alls with nothing but money that they flaunt around were the type that pissed her off the most. Whoever lived here was already beginning to grate on her nerves. Zani sighed, pushing the giant front gates open with little effort, nearly tearing them off their hinges. She paused for a moment, looking around the front yard before strutting up to the front door. Call it a hunch, but the former patroller felt like she knew who lived here for some reason. There was something very familiar about this place... "Weird. Well whatever" she shrugged it off before pushing the button for the doorbell. Tapping her foot impatiently, Zani held her hand on her hip as she waited for some sort of response. She stared at the door expectantly, hoping to get this over with quickly.
｡｡｡[ENERGY SKILLS] ✧ Trap Shooter ✧ Psycho Thread ✧ Malefic Beam - An electric based ki blast that is similar in nature to the Masenko.
｡｡｡[MARITAL (PHYSICAL) SKILLS] ✧ Vicious Drive
｡｡｡[SPEED & MOVEMENT SKILLS] ✧ Flight
｡｡｡[ULTIMATE SKILLS] ✧ Malevolent Storm - Preparing Psycho Threads in their hands, the user fires a much larger version of the Malefic Beam. However, this technique is a feint, as it isn't much stronger than Malefic Beam and is only used to ensure they ensnare their victim with the threads hidden within. Once the target is caught, the user follows up with a much more intense electric energy blast fired from the mouth.
｡｡｡[OTHER SKILLS] ✧ Kiai ✧ Ki Blast ✧ Ki Control ✧ Ki Sense
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killer-wolf-kun
Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2019 4:45 pm
◢D RXX B U R B E R R Y I think sometimes it feels good to be so focused and so OBSESSED and so.. INVOLVED ...in something. Forget to eat, Forget to sleep. Cause I mean, that's the same thing that happens with d e p r e s s i o n...
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xxxxxxBurberry sighed a cloud of smoke as the doorbell rang. She picked up her wallet with one hand, while the other smeared her cigarette on her ash tray. "One hundred thousand zeni should send him away..." The woman counted her money as she arrived to the door. The second she opened it, the doctor spoke-up, "Okay, I know you don't want to do this just as much as I don't, so here's some zeni an-" The woman extended the money towards the stranger, finally looking up to see: that blue b***h. Burberry stared for a few second, scanning the woman up and down before abruptly slamming the door. As she slammed it, the doctor mumbled, "F*cking b***h." The panick-music played in Burberry's head as she rushed away from the door and ran upstairs. She would be gone into her laboratory, but she couldn't risk that psychopath trashing her beloved laboratory. The tuffle quietly squealed in utter horror as she ran into her room and locked the door. She then went into her walk-in closet, and locked that too. As she hid behind a few jackets, the doctor would go on her phone to call the producer. Unfortunately, all she got was the voice-mail. She was... She was dead.
|♢| Universe 6 |♢| Race of Hera |♢| BP: 560 |♢| |♢| Main Theme - LoveGame |♢| ☾ Footsteps could be heard fast approaching the door; Zani ceasing her tapping. What happened next was such a surprise that she didn't act immediately. When the door opened, she was greeted to a familiar face: that woman who led the chain of events that end her life. The matriarch of Earth herself! The blue skinned woman stared at her mouth agape as the bluenette took her time noticing her. And when she had, the doctor quickly changed her tune and ran back inside, slamming the door behind her. Ignoring her colorful language, Zani stood there shocked, baffled that the person she was to meet was her. Her of all people! This was...her second chance- her chance for vengeance! With a grin, the woman kicked the door open, sending it flying deeper into the home and out of sight. "OHHH QUEEENNY!!!" Zani called out to the doctor, looking around the lobby. So this was her palace? Kind of small for one, though she had half a mind to blow it all up then and there. But why end the fun so soon? The redhead was going to torment the woman before it came to that! Zani would seek her out, sensing exactly where she thought she could hide from her. Up the stairs and into a large bedroom, she would find the woman behind another set of doors that she also forced open effortlessly. There sat Burberry, hiding behind a couple coats as if they could protect her. "Oh...This just made resurrection worth it!" she laughed, reaching out to grab Bur by the arm. Dragging her out of the closet, Zani would throw her onto the ground and stand over her menacingly. "Well then. How should we start this?"
｡｡｡[ENERGY SKILLS] ✧ Trap Shooter ✧ Psycho Thread ✧ Malefic Beam - An electric based ki blast that is similar in nature to the Masenko.
｡｡｡[MARITAL (PHYSICAL) SKILLS] ✧ Vicious Drive
｡｡｡[SPEED & MOVEMENT SKILLS] ✧ Flight
｡｡｡[ULTIMATE SKILLS] ✧ Malevolent Storm - Preparing Psycho Threads in their hands, the user fires a much larger version of the Malefic Beam. However, this technique is a feint, as it isn't much stronger than Malefic Beam and is only used to ensure they ensnare their victim with the threads hidden within. Once the target is caught, the user follows up with a much more intense electric energy blast fired from the mouth.
｡｡｡[OTHER SKILLS] ✧ Kiai ✧ Ki Blast ✧ Ki Control ✧ Ki Sense
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killer-wolf-kun
Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2019 5:44 pm
◢D RXX B U R B E R R Y I think sometimes it feels good to be so focused and so OBSESSED and so.. INVOLVED ...in something. Forget to eat, Forget to sleep. Cause I mean, that's the same thing that happens with d e p r e s s i o n...
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xxxxxxThe tuffle's skin turned a ghastly shade of grey as she was stricken with sheer terror. A high-pitched squeal would follow suit. Normally, she wouldn't express any fear in the face of adversary. However, two factors were in play:
1) This was unexpected. 2) The b***h should've been dead.
She hated surprises. With a passion, she hated surprises of any kind. Good surprises. Bad surprises. This woman was a demon. Only a demon could claw herself from the pits of hell to inflict pain and misery. The tuffle stopped her squealing as she was grabbed by the arm, and tossed on the floor. By the feet of this evil woman, Burberry was helpless. Wait. No she wasn't! "Rule number one! 'Don't kill the Tuffle, no matter how tempting it may be.' S-so unless you want to go back to hell... Y-you can't kill me! So hah!!!" After saying that, the doctor attempted to crawl towards the door as fast as she could. With one hand, she would attempt to make another call on her cell, this time, to the police.
