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The Fighting☆Otaku
“At wind speed 3 meters, I hold onto you and endure it, guish ☆
Your chest thumps, your tummy cramps, I’m Sugar Sugar S W E E T!!”
☆ ☆ ☆Izumi Konata here, front and center~! Reportin’ for duty, ready for action, an’ rarin’ to go! Phew, this is tiring… Anyway, I hope we can be good friends, ne? ♡
It’s way more fun that way, yup! ( = ω = )
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☆ — "MERII KURISUMASU, EVERYBODY~!!" ♡
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☆ — "Hoh? Sounds mysterious~ What's it about?"
"Eh? It’s called ‘The One’."
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☆ — "What'cha readin' there, neechan?"
Needs to stop reading manhwa that makes her cry.
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☆ — "O-ho! The maid cafe's finally up an' runnin', huh?"
Club Pages!!!
Here are the club pages that have been made. Go follow them!!
Ch Maid Cafe
Ch Host Club
Ch Newspaper
Ch Radio
Ch Mock Trial
Ch Twerk Team
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"Hmmmm...have you ever considered a makeover, miss? I could make you look stunning!"
☆ — “A makeover? Not really, no… though I put my hair up for Ponytail Day a while back, and I looked pretty fab. Didja have anything in mind?"
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☆ — Konata snickered and hopped over through the drifts of snow; the fuzzy pompoms on her winter boots bouncing with each step. Holding out one mitten-covered hand, she casually offered it to the boy with the intention of pulling him back up.
"Just messin' with ya, compadre. Wanna have a snowball fight?"
Nagisa flopped over, flailing around a bit. “Heeeey, that was cold!" He sat up, pouting as he looked around for the one who had hit him. He seen another student that he didn’t recognize. “What was that for?" Nagisa stuck his tongue out at the girl.
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☆ — A mischievous smirk worked it's way onto the petite girl's mouth when her eyes alighted on the blond; completely unsuspecting, with his back to her.
'Too easy~'
Scooping up a handful of snow and molding it into a ball, Konata reared back and let fly--the snowball smacking the boy right between the shoulder blades in a puff of white.
"Awah, look at all the snow!" Brr it was cold!
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☆ — "Ooh? A ski trip? Sounds like a lotta fun~!" Looks like she'd gotten back at the perfect time!
"... but isn't it July?"
Ski Trip Arrangements: Girls
*HAS BEEN EDITED*
Here are the pairings for the girl’s cabins:
Alice || Karin
Kurisu || Asako
Konata || Satomi
Lightning || Siran
Mamimi || Nova || Mami
Kahoko || Mei
Anna || Arai
Blake || Gou
DalDal || Nakamura
Important: If you do not see your name on the list and you are participating in the event, then please message up ASAP!
*EDITED!*
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Sounds like a lotta work to me. I think I’ll pass, I’d rather play, and I’ll ask for help when I get stuck!
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-- Mun vs. Muse -- A pyro, an otaku, and a box of rainbow band-aids.
"Ow, ow, ow, owww~! Mamimi-san, be gentler, will ya?!"
"That’s what I’m doin’. Ya gotta hold still, though, Konacchan." [moves cotton ball soaked in disinfectant even more roughly]
"Gyeeeeh~!" [whines louder]
//Uh… Mams, maybe you could ease up just a little bit? Kona’s kinda banged up from her fight, y’know…?
"This’s how m’ mom did it when I was a kid. If it don’t hurt, it don’t work. That’s what she’d say, anyway."
"WELL, IT’S HURTING, BUT IT SURE AS HELL AIN’T WORKING—!!"
//I think that’s good enough, Mamimi. Let’s just put some band-aids on her now, ‘kay?
"Ooooh, band-aids? I have band-aids, lotsa band-aids!" [proceeds to pull out a rainbow of different colored and patterned band-aids with a smile]
//That’s good, Mams. Now, just be gentle—
"M’kay." [proceeds to violently slap the band-aids down on Konata’s various cuts, bruises, and burns without a single care]
"Owwwwww~!! Uncle, uncle, uncle!!"
//Eye-yei-yei…
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I think you did pretty good~
☆ — "Thanks, neechan~" she replied more cheerfully, having gotten a full night’s sleep and feeling quite refreshed now.
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Hey kid, you did good. I wasn't cheering for you but you had me for a second.
☆ — "Th… thank ya kindly, compadre. I guess." She wasn’t really sure that was a compliment because of that last part, but with her somewhat wounded pride she was taking whatever she could get.
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☆ — "... I... I'm sorry... snff... everybody..." Konata apologized in a choked voice through her sheen of manly, warrior tears. There, there. You tried.
God, how you tried.
We have a Winner!
Team 3 Yoichi v. Team 4 Izumi
Outcome: Yoichi!
+10 points to Team 3
-10 Points to Team 4
Current Scores to Far
Team 1: N/A
Team 2: N/A
Team 3: 10
Team 4: -10
Team 5: N/A
Team 6: N/A
Battles still going on
Marik v Byakuran
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☆ — With a squeak of pain, Konata landed rather roughly on her butt a good dozen feet away from her opponent, causing a small cloud of dust to erupt from the ground as a result. Coughing meekly and rubbing her bruised rear end with a light wince, the bluenette glanced up; expecting to see the silver-haired man sprawled out in the dirt, knocked out...
... not standing tall with humming sword in hand, and a gigantic mass of red energy forming behind him.
Like he was. Right there. In front of her.
... oh... oh, shit.
"Ya gotta be kidd--" But before she could even finish her sentence, the man was racing towards her, blood dripping down his cheeks and sword slicing forward at a speed the girl had no prayer of evading.
In a last ditch effort for survival, Konata stumbled to her feet and raised her hammer's steel handlebar (the head lodged uselessly in the dirt at her feet); somehow catching her opponent's blade before it sliced her in two.
Her hammer was evidently not meant for such abuse, as the over-sized weapon was sent flying from her grip and across the arena; the metal bar bent at a sharp angle from the monstrous impact.
"Wahh~!" the bluenette cried out in a mixture of surprise and fear, now unarmed and with little to no strength left to reach into her satchel for another weapon. Scrunching her eyes shut and crossing her arms in front of her face in an X, the girl prepared for the inevitable--the man's energy-formed dragon slamming into her a heartbeat later.
"Urff--!!" Konata grunted out in pain, the force enough to knock the wind out of her and send her tripping back a few feet--and that was before the explosion.
That... that literally picked her light body up and flung it through the air like she was nothing but a scrap of paper; causing her to land in the dust and dirt of the arena floor several dozen feet away. The impact was great enough that she was sent sprawling, tumbling head over heels for another few feet before mercifully coming to a halt on her back, before she was creamed against the Colosseum wall.
"Ugh... aghh... owww..." Konata whined out, somehow still conscious and suffering no broken bones--as far as she could tell, anyway, since her body felt like one big, hellish bruise at the moment. It came as no surprise, however, when she felt her head begin to swim a moment or two later; black and white stars popping across her wavering vision.
Before she passed out completely, though, the bluenette raised one aching, trembling arm into the air; the hand at the end clenched into a tight fist.
"I fought... hah... with the spirit... ung... of a warrior...!"
And then, her consciousness slowly but surely fading out, she used the last of her strength to let out a breathless laugh and form a shaky thumbs-up for her opponent to see.
"G... good... job...!! May... the force be... be with you...!"
And with that, the fighting otaku finally passed out; covered in dirt and dust, bruises and burns... but smirking to the last second.
☆ ☆ ☆ WINNER -- ICHIMARU YOICHI from TEAM THREE
☆ ☆ ☆ LOSER -- IZUMI KONATA from TEAM FOUR
BATTLE... END!
-- Team 4 & Team 3 ~ Izumi Konata vs. Ichimaru Yoichi --
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☆ — "Allow me t' explain, compadre. Hammer-space is what heroes in online roleplaying games use t' hold all their goodies--weapons, magic scrolls, power-ups, you name it," she stated knowledgeably, with a look of utter seriousness on her baby face.
"With this godly power at my disposal, I can keep a whole slew of big an' bulky weapons in a tiny pouch or bag. Ya followin' me, son? Ya catchin' my drift?"
Konata don't screw around when it comes to this shit, man.
Gaming wasn't a hobby. It was a lifestyle.
"A black belt," that was nice. Decent. Though Ulquiorra’s powers were far greater than hers.
"What does this… ‘Hammer Space’ even do?"
Explain to him, my friend. He is a lost little bat of the night.
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