FATE/APOC ANIME. HYPED.
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*Whistles*
Okay. Finally time to look for a roleplay...
Perhaps I should ask around instead of hastily looking around...
Turns out the emperor has 30 minutes, so they will search for a roleplay to join and prepare.
I swear, tomorrow I will join a roleplay on this site.
Oh seven apples on a witch’s tree~
With seven seeds to plant inside of me~
In springtime I grew a magic song~
Then skipping along, I sang the song to everyone~
...
The emperor is perplexed.
I enjoy candy canes.
Setting: The entrance to a grocery store, drizzling down lukewarm summer rain, despite the midday sun being clouded by streaks of gray. Cars lull past the entrance occasionally, but the wind and the rain it accompanies fill the auditory senses to the max, and only the faint splashing of puddles as they drag past is perceived. Outside the main doors, a man leaning against the glass, smokes a burning cigarette in the rain, his shirt lightly damp, his eyes darting to the side in a paranoid manner, his shirt is checkered, and his pants are corduroy jeans. The other denizens of the entrance include a teenage skateboarder, blissfully flicking around the parking lot in the rain, and a woman in a fluffy green coat meandering around the edges of the building. The store itself is small, only a few hundred square feet, and it’s almost more of a convenience store in its composition. The bright neon lettering of “Su-Store” flash and flicker, with the e having a slightly slower flicker, posters litter the windows advertising the newest cash-grabbing deal on alcohol and toilet paper, and a blinking OPEN sign in bright orange.
The final thing to be noted about the store was the curious lack of cars in the parking lot, a single dark van, a large red trick adorned with a false spoiler and flaming-stripes across it, and a miniscule in comparison green smart car.
What’s happening: The main character, just being introduced now, Jhon, is entering “Su-Store” after having seemingly walked to the store, he intends to buy a carton of Prune-Juice, although his pace and demeanor is strikingly hasty, and the other patrons lounging outside the store regard him with suspicion, though they are equally peculiar and are preventing him from entering the grocery store.
Jhon: Entering from stage left, passed the car, but blocked by the checker-shirted man smoking from progressing off stage right (Through the doors of the Su-mart), his voice is hasty and breathless Hey, can you move? You’re blocking the door.
Checkered-man: Doesn’t move, but removes the cigarette from his mouth with his right hand, putting out the flame and stuffing it in his pants pocket. He speaks with noticeable apathy. No can do, buddy.
Jhon: Voice picks up, a tang of anger is apparent. Why not? I need to hurry up. Come on, just move over. He tries to peer around the older man, but the older man blocks his view no matter how he leans.
Checkered-man: Shut down for maintenance. Casually speaks and moves to block John's view.
Jhon: Voice raised a small margin. Maintenance? Then why is there a sign that says open!? I don’t see any Maintenance trucks either. Look, I just want to get some prune juice and be on my way!
Checkered-man: Carefully regards his statement, and making a motion to reach down for a pack of cigarettes, flicking it open, replies. It was emergency maintenance, whole power system shut down, just one electrician, can’t let ye’ in when there’s no electricity. Lights a cigarette, and lounges back against the glass in a relaxed manner.
Jhon: Persistently taps his foot and seems generally extremely agitated. I can SEE the lights on! Points to the neon sign. Cut it out, I just want my damn juice, let me in so I can buy some!
Checkered-man: Sighs through his cigarette, and points out toward the parking lot, waving his hand, not talking.
Jhon: Okay, I’m done, man, let me past, do you even work here? I’ve never seen you bef-
As if on cue, the checkered-man ducks as a loud gunshot rings out, and the door to the grocery store shatters, Jhon is seen jumping back in fright, and the Green-coated lady and skateboarding teenager seem to be panicking and running toward their cars. Jhon kneels over and looks at blood dripping down his shirt, he’s been shot, the deafening noise still rings, and could have been mistaken for thunder, if not for the now bleeding man.
The emperor should probably do a roleplay or something.
The Emperor is Bored.
Hmm.
It's a redline day, everything's ok
Put your cares away, it's a redline day
It's a redline day, we can love today
And I hope you say, it's a redline day
The Emperor should make use of the character images she had been given, and he should join a roleplay. I would most like to do so... The problem of searching is not one I am fond of...However, My subjects should most fondly be given my presence in writing.
An emperor has finally bought Overwatch as it's on sale. it is finally time to...Have a very fun game, that Nero very much has space in their day for.
... So, you wanna take over RPN, huh?
WHO ARE YOU AND WHY ARE YOU FOLLOWING ME
Are you...
Umu.
Do you write a lot in Latin?
My liege!
Ah-- What have I done to earn a follow from Your Majesty!?
Surely, you should lead, rather than follow!?
I'm not worthy! -
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