Felicity

"Uh, well if you can only do it once, what's the escape plan? Surely you should save a portal for a hasty escape , right?" Noela asked. She also thought that this whole group seemed rather a ragt-tag group of people. And what was even in the vault, just money? I mean, that'd be fine by me, but if they have things like snake men and historic figures here, something has to be up...

It's only been a few days since we left the hills, so there should be no change to levels. No time to train

Claude smiled at the Delcaty which bounced excitedly at the sight of Jamie and the girl and continued smiling when Henry came along with it. "Heya Henry, this is Jamie, Evans brother and this lovely young girl I have yet to be introduced to myself. Bonjour Mademoiselle~" Claude said to the girl. more people, more the merrier.

Well so far that has been Claudes gimmick.

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Never read that. Goes to show that someone has always done something similar I guess. Not that it matters

"...I...enjoy..." "Violence? Chocolate? Hot sex? Speak up man" Noela continued for the man, urging him to speak on whilst she continued to try to figure out the gimmick behind all of this. She was still sceptical of the situation. They mentioned Greed, maybe some high-evel prick she pissed off had decided to drug her whilst she went under the Hill. Wither this was a dream, or a very elaborate construction of a world somewhere and she refused to believe anything else.

Part 1. Jerrys Interview So, the morning everything went to shit I spent most of the morning getting myself ready for an interview for a place in a small business starting up nearby. I was desperate, ok? Any work was good work. So I was standing there, combing my medium length auburn hair out of my sky blue eyes and away from my, if I may be so bold, handsome features. I think that, even if I was wearing Dads old, worn grey suit and faded blue tie, I looked pretty decent. I must warn you modesty probably won't be present in these pages. I announced my leaving the house, only to get a muffled yell from Liz as a reply, and went on my way. I caught a taxi to a run down street out away from the town centre. Every building in the area looked rather simple, basic rectangular slabs of grey lining the road.Built for practicality, I suppose. I made my way over to whichever slab gave some indication of being the right place and entered to find an attractive young secretary girl who looked bored as a plank of wood (Aha!). I walked over and asked after the interviewer a Mr Sloughman. She gave me directions and I'm pretty sure her lack of desire to even look at me put any conversation I may have made to a stop. I was never fantastci with women, despite my looks of course. You know, I really enjoy the fact that you can never actually see me. It's a nice feeling. Anyway, I walk off to find Sloughman, I think he was this old guy, working to help his grandkid with the business or some other excuse to distract himself from retirement. He's not important. What's important is what he asked. See, whenever I ever did an interview, I'd always get real deep, try to look at myself "Objectively" to see what the interviewer would see and really try to dwell on the real important questions. The beginning of the interview was standard, asking about my qualifications and such, obvious things, you know? Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, I gave some pretty lackluster answers. I hadn't seen it worth the effort to go university, so I only had the grades I had from my mandatory years at school to go on and a bare amount of experience actually working. It was after this dreadful experience that Sloughman dropped the knowledge nuke on me. "What the fuck are you doing?" Ok, maybe not a knowledge nuke, but it DID get me to think. As I plodded back out after being quite clearly denied the position (Prick) , past the girl I'd likely never see again outside of the odd fantasy or two, I did just as I said previously. Thought. I didn't know what the fuck I was doing with my life, I was 21, jobless with no prospects out there and I had very few friends who weren't successful enough to depress me. Even my family was starting to give up on me, I could see their looks f slight shame when relatives visited and asked after me. To be frank, I was not on the best path in life. I mean, it wasn't the worst. That would probably involve having several mental and physical disabilities and literally no one to help me. But It wasn't the best walk of life. Suddenly, a comet appeared in the sky, crashing down into the pavement as I walked. Nahhhh, i'm taking the piss. It's not that kind of story. No, it was just a bloke who came crashing down, not a space rock. Heh, got you again didn't I? Unless you skipped ahead, in which case, fuck you you impatient little bugger. Take your time, savour the story, yeah? Although, I wasn't lying when I said a bloke crashed into the pavement. Just, he did it in a much more mundane way. Not what I'd expect of an Angel if I'm honest.

Personally, I waatch stuff on a site that i'm pretty sure is only barely legit and it gets all of this seasons anime throughout the week. Note, You can tell this is a weak season when someones no-sequel top 10 to watch literally has to include ecchi shows for the first 4 slots. Dat spring/summer hype

Murano is literally a perfect example of a damsel in distress. To the point where I got a B in media studies for discussing her as a stereotype.

you can come cockblock Claude as they go to see Evan. That'd be fun. Not for Claude of course, but ah well.

I think it's an abomination known as the creators fan-fic. Don't count it as Canon cuz lets face it, Fern won't die. Also, Ame makes a creative writing thread, immediately there are new faces down here. Get here more often Ame.

I do beirieve we will head down the waterfall in search of Titania and we will then help Adrienn to anti-pollute the sewers, Adrienn being the next leader

Noela was taken aback by the snake man, but she steeled her expression. For one, the less she showed people her reactions, the better. Then another guy, un-named. "I'm sorry, I was distracted by my sudden deposit after whatever you said, as well as the Explosion that just broke the wall. Dunno if you noticed." Sarcasm dripped from her mouth. Sarcasm is the lowest and best form of wit.

Noela latched onto the word pay, though the mention of greed stuck in her head. Not that she really believed it. Only a fool would take a stranger at their word. That said though, she did like the offer Clyde made. "Fine by me Hun. What do we have to work with? And don't think i've forgotten you Loudmouth!" Noela yelled, addressing Clyde and then the area where she figured the man with the exposives was. "Wanna show your face?"

So this is literally just a whimsical piece of writing i've got going. Like it? What do you like? Hate it? Why. You know what Feedback means. I hope.

Hi, guess who? My name is Jim. Or is it Joe? Keith? Fuck it, let's just say Jerry, it's what I used to go by, let's use it now. So, you're probably wondering what this is about. I'm wondering that too, is it going to be a record of my life? Or will it just be a description of the delusions that pass for memories every so often in my mind? I'd like to be a writer, or is the real, (proper?) word author? Either way, it'd be cool to write awesome fictional works but I don't think that'd get to the bottom of the mystery of what this piece is about. I guess i'll settle on the word tale. That can describe both fiction and non-fiction. I think. Yeah, just double-checked with Liz. It works. So, let's start on my tale. First you'll need a bit of background. I lived in a place called Grenwall. It was a pretty cool place but not too fantastic, which kinda opposes most fictional works, I think. You ever notice how most home-towns are either shit holes for the main character or something wonderful and fantastic that they have to save? Well, Grenwall wasn't like that. It was decent, the education there was fine, crime rates weren't atrocious, but crime was still a thing. There were jobs going, but too many people who didn't give a fuck. Basically, it was fine, nothing to get all proud about, but nothing to to be ashamed of. So where do I fit into that? Well, if I remember rightly I grew up there with my childhood friend who I have promptly forgotten as I type this. All I can remember is that it was a dude. I guess we weren't that close if I can only remember his gender though, right? So I grew up with this guy, let's call him Steve. The best kind of generic name. (Yeah, fuck you John, stealing the spotlight for pseudonyms everywhere.) I was pretty happy with my family. Dad, mum and Liz, my sister who I think i mentioned earlier. She looks after me now. Wherever I am. So, the tale starts when I was 21, I was done with school and hunting for a job whilst my family supported me. I had decent qualifications, nothing too fancy, I had skipped out on university in hopes of getting a job earlier but that failed. I'd like to say I was pretty smart, cuz I mean who wouldn't? Pride and all that jazz. So for the purpose of this tale, I was a smart bastard who just couldn't get on with employment. I was going nowhere in life. Then came the game changer.

Claude agreed, but decided he'd rather steer the topic further away from anything mildly embarrassing. "Well how about we go congratulate the lucky Devil? I'm sue he's happy for the win."

Then I guess Noelas reaction was baaaad...

Name: Karl Onerlous Age: 16 Class: Dancer Appearance: A veritable dwarf at 4"6, he is rather small for no known reason. He's just a midget. He had a bright smile with a single tooth missing, blue eyes and scarlet red hair with rounded features that lend themselves to the smile often on his face. Backstory: Always the runt, he grew up struggling to do any physical work. He was never very strong and always smaller than the others to boot, but he made up for it with his jokes and antics, playing with the rest of the children by preying on the unsuspecting adults. As he grew up, other children did too and stopped with the pranks, so he made his own fun, Dancing, having much more spare time than others due to his size and the townspeople not bothering to put him to work as it would result in some sub-par results as well as the fact that there were very few miental tasks he could do for the town. Eventually he honed his craft and was sent off to battle for no reason he really knew of. People like to see a dwarf dancing though. Additional Details: Little bit immature. Favorite Fire Emblem Game: Awakening.

Noelas mood continued to darken as she ended p on the floor for the second time in a minute. "How about you keep your fucking explosives to yourself for a minute you damn lunatic. Noela Chimdale does no business until she knows what in the worst kind of hell is going on, capiche?" She stood up, dusting herself off. "Now, if I may give an actual introduction for myself, as I just said my name is Noela Chimdale, at your service. For a price." She said to no-ne in particular.

why wouldn't they be?

Or not. Thats an idea.

Seeing as most of it was winter leftovers, not much this season has caught my interest. The only things i'm trying to watch are Parasyte, Tokyo Ghoul, Death parade-ish and i'm gnna try to start Yoru no yatterman whilst continuing Durarara slowly. The anime plate is full.