Post by ladtren on Feb 19, 2011 12:06:10 GMT -5
real big fan of yours ,
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" I’m a bitch, I’m a lover, I’m a child, I’m a mother
I’m a sinner, I’m a saint - I do not feel ashamed -
I’m your hell, I’m your dream, I’m nothin’ in between;
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quite the joke to you ,
[/color][/font][/center]"so, hon. welcome to the distorted world.
what's your name?"
"hey hey hey~ The name’s Paddra vel Ladtren, and don’t you forget it, Mr. Sir! Case you dunno, live under a rock or something, that means Ladtren of the Vel clan, of the city of Paddra. Seriously. Don’t forget it."
"ey, that's pretty cute. how old are you, and where are ya affiliated?"
"April fifteenth. Bub, you better buy me something for all of this interviewing crap. And I’m a ripe, golden sixteen... from Gran Pulse, duh. Triple duh."
"young'un, are you? well then, i can deal. so... how bout you and me go on a date?"
"Nu uh. This here? S’only for the ladies, bub. Look, don’t touch."
"aaand.. what is your specialization?"
"Uh, I beat the crap out of stuff. And then they try to beat the crap out of me, but I cut ‘em off! Yeah!"
"cool, cool. i guess youre a little talented filly? i like 'em like that."
"You ain’t seen nothing yet, guy."
kissed me in your room ,
[/color][/font][/center]"and on to the second section! how tall are you, exactly?"
"Five foot, one inch. Oh yeah."
"ah, just three inches taller. hm. so, what's under your clothes? not that i wont find out for myself."
"Actually, just two inches. I’m not that big of a nutjob – death by heels is just stupid. And not like you can’t see. I know you been lookin’. Slim, fit, and fast. All the closet ladies go for it."
"okay, sorry. let's talk about some.. non - crude things? what's your personal style?"
"Shorts and a bikini. Get to survive when something comes at me, and get to show off my curves while doing it – win/win! Ever fought in a ball gown – nooo, didn’t think so. Noooo. See, unless you’re large enough that tripping and landing on them beasties takes ‘em out, you’re best with mobility.
Oh yeah, and this awesome scarf thingy. It had a name a long time ago, but ‘scarf thingy’ works well enough. Gotta have my personal touch!"
"hey, you look like that celebrity... what was the name...?"
"Yoko Littner, Gurren Lagann."
"right! i remember now. you look just like them. except better, heh heh..."
"Mate, ‘less you plan on getting me so far drunk that your feminine features look like a damn sexy woman to me, you ain’t getting nowhere."
replied i love you too ,
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"soo, do you like or dislike anything?"
"Yes, something interesting! I like having a good time, pretty ladies, and driving people stark raving nuts. I don’t like sexism, being too serious, or folks from Cocoon."
"ohmyjonas, me too! wow, thats such a coincidence. so have any dirty habits or secrets?"
"Yeaaah, well, I smoke when I’m stressed. Always got a pack in my pocket, yanno. My secret? I died a long time ago. ‘Splain why I’m here now, if you can, that’d be helpful."
"coolness, yo. umm. home dawg. anyways. describe yourself."
"Wull, they call me nuts. Suit yourself, I just don’ like taking things too seriously. Gets boring. I do know what I’m doing, though."
"like dude! we're so compatible..."
"Bub, really. You’re sounding kinda stupid."
a little bit insecure ,
[/color][/font][/center]"okay, let's rush through this. i'm thinking dancing? then, we can talk about rooms."
"First hook me up with a pretty lady, then we’ll get through this happy, mkay?"
"shh, if my boss knew about our secret romance... so. what's your heritage?"
"Dunno if I got any, anymore. Family died during the War of Transgression, and the baddies overran the city when there weren’t a bunch of us left. Think Paddra’s kind of gone by now..."
"wow, your family would love me! have anyone else in your family?"
"That’s not funny, bub. I got nobody, and I figure I’m not gonna find any of ‘em."
"oh. sounds horrible. haha. anything else important happen in your life?"
"Basically the entire Vel clan got made l’Cie for various reasons. My folks thought I was a failure for not having volunteered myself to a fal’Cie, but... I was in love.
Then she got branded too. Some pointless, stupid Focus that didn’t do anything for anyone. But give up, fail, and become a Cie’th. So I went with her to go do it. She crystallized in my arms.
When I brought her back to Paddra, the city started to fall apart; the Cocoon l'Cie got that far, whatever they might tell you up there in the demon nest. A skyscraper crumbled and buried her body – I dunno if they smashed it, or what. I doubt she survived, though.
Anyway, I woulda gladly given myself up to a fal’Cie by then, but we couldn’t fight our way through all the baddies. The Highlands seemed to be their last safe haven too.
That’s the last I remember. Don’t think I died till much later, but I don’ remember that part."
"hey, look! we're done. so, i would ask you on a second date, but i'm about to explode. no, really. please step back."
"Eww. Dead guy shrapnel. Count me out."
of this mistreatment ,
[/color][/font][/center]name. lightning, joshua, maqui.
age. fourteen.
rp experience. five years.
rules. thundaaagaaaa~
rp sample."Or maybe they're here to put the civilians' mind at ease eh? Y'know as well as I do that I'd not hurt a civilian unless o' course they tried to kill me or whatnot."
"That could be," Lightning nodded, still a little irritable. A few strands of her hair flipped around wildly as a sudden breeze took them in hand. Blowing them out of her face impatiently, she kept up in stride to Fang's long steps and listened to what the huntress was saying.
"Th' Judge? Heh, hes a nice guy after he deems ya trustworthy. He gave me a place to stay while I'm here, and Sunshine, I swear t'ya I've never known a bedroom let alone a bed coulda been so huge.
So like Fang, to be astonished by the bedroom of all things. As far as Lightning had heard, this city was unlike any that had ever existed on Gran Pulse. Even Paddra, from what they could tell of the ruins and the stories Vanille and Fang had heard secondhand, had been centuries away from technological advancement in this direction and to this degree. A thought struck Lightning, and she resolved to ask this Judge of Fang's if it would be possible for the huntress to share her room - still being low on gil, reserves only to about five hundred at the moment, she would (not shamelessly, but she would) try to receive any help that she possibly could.
"Then why'd ya think I'd leave you and everyone else forever then eh?"
"I thought you'd be crystal, for the rest of eternity. Nobody's ever woken up twice - nobody's ever been crystallized twice. What else was I supposed to think?" Lightning shot back, perhaps a little angry at the Pulsian for instantly assuming there was a problem with her logic. Her fingers might itch a little to whack the raven-haired woman across the jaw for a second time, but she would force that down in favor of reconnections that she'd longed to make. In the farthest, deepest crevices of her mind a voice whispered to Lightning, telling her that she'd missed the huntress more than the rest of her family.
Shut up, she told it firmly, and wrinkled her nose a little in frustration. Maybe she was going a little nuts. It wasn't unheard of, especially now with all of the stress this.. situation, especially the occurrence that had become known as the Event though she still didn't know what had happened, was planting on her shoulders.
"Hah, I thought so. Erm. Sunshine, I had my eye on someone waaaaay before judge, and I still got my eye on 'er now."
Lightning didn't blink. She had been ninety-nine percent certain of that answer, anyway, and thus already had her guesses as to who it was. "You and Vanille, then?" Of course, their sisterhood had always seemed like a little more than just close friendship. They certainly worked together, at least.
Pulsians. Maybe it was an element of their culture - maybe homosexual relationships were more prevalent than heterosexual ones? In Cocoon, at least, they had been present but generally not remarked upon. It was considered some kind of taboo, as if by not providing a chance to breed, homosexuals were breaking some kind of sacred rule.
The soldier would hold her own opinion on that sociologically accepted rule.
