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;; RulesMost of this will be pretty short and to the point, I think most of it will be pretty much common sense. If I need to add anything, I will do so.1. Be 18+.- I am 24 years old, I am not interested in writing with minors. I'm sorry, even if everything is so PG that it could rival Bluey, I don't have the want to interact with minors.2. Be respectful.- Pretty self explanatory. I try to be respectful as much as I can, I ask for the same in return.3. Please don't take my art.- All art of Chi is drawn by me, so I ask politely that you don't take it or use it for yourself. If you're that desperate for art, message me and I could offer something for free, like a headshot or a sketch. I do art for fun for the most part, but my characters are my babies, so please don't use their art. ;w;4. Let me know your limits.- I'm pretty limitless for the most part, the singular thing I have that throws me off is so far out that I don't think people would even think of it without me mentioning it by name, so I'm confident I don't even need to say it. So, with that being said, please tell me anything you're uncomfortable with and we'll go off that.... I said it was short but it's shorter than I though, LOL. I'll try and think of more and more detailed stuff later, but this is the bare bones of it. Thanks for reading.

SEASIDE STRONGHOLD:  The salty morning winds embraced the seaside. The seagulls called above as they flew amongst the dilapidated buildings. Over the years, the water had claimed the square concrete complexes. This area was once several city blocks. Now part of the sea. The waves licked into the bottom floors claimed by marine life, who now resided within the many aquatic rooms. Plants grew upon all surfaces and cascaded out broken windows and off roofs above the water. A boat rocked against one of the buildings. The vessel bobbed near a moss-covered patio. Bound by a hook planted into the stone, the fresh metal is a new addition to the aging architecture. An old fire escape rusted and mangled by time offered a brace for the owner to climb to the balcony. This building is one of the tallest still standing. Its form inclined to the north but held firm. The moss brushed away, and plants trimmed and trampled spoke of activity. A floor above it stood in one of the aged windows—a feminine figure enjoying the morning light. The breeze ruffled her translucent teddy that rested at her thighs, flaring up and subjecting the round cheeks and bare womanhood to the full bite of the cold: a shiver, the thin fabric offering little protection. The silken fabric covered her ample breasts. Her eyes saw the sun cresting over the city, another day blessed to the citizens. A smile trailed soft lips, a delicate hand running through pink tresses, taming them against a gust that threatened to tangle the silky strands. The sun caught on a swirling scar that slid down her left cheek and to her jaw. Marking her as who he was. The woman turned from the window, vanishing into the darkness of her room illuminated by the sun, and a few candles that offered light to a figure in the far corner slumped down, bound by the wrist chains holding it over an exposed beam in the room. Her gaze drew to his form, and a chuckle slipped from her. "Awake now?" the woman's voice chirped soft and delicate as light closed the distance across the bare, cracked concrete, easily avoiding the weaker holes that threatened to collapse underfoot. Silver eyes, pupils distorted into a cross shape, regarded him as his dull eyes slid up her form, stopping but three free from him, her arms crossed as she watched him. "Welcome to my home, I was worried you would sleep through this beautiful day." She smiled softly. The man before her held a tattoo on his hand. The mark of a snake in the shape of an S. Marking him as a member of the Adders. A group that gathered children to sell as slaves. The color upon the scales marked his rank blue for his high rank, with red eyes marking him as a procurer. They made themselves far too easy to spot. So brazen, she would send a message with this one. Her hand came to his arm, a gentle glide running up his arm as she smiled, meeting his bound hand with one of her own, pulling his ring finger in a soft embrace, her purple-painted fingernails glistening in the growing sun's illumination as her free hand pulled a blade from her belt. The man growled against the gag placed into his mouth to keep him silent as he tried to tear from her, rage in his eyes as he struggled against the restraints. She had little doubt she recognized her now, knew his time had come. Her face adorned many a bounty poster. The sketch improved over the last year she had resided in the city. A perfect rendition of her likeness was plastered on many a wall, though her hold on the commonbloods her kindness had also spread. She knew few would dare betray her. "Oh Don't fret. I am not going to kill you, but I do need to get us some breakfast," She mewed, her fingers manipulating his as he fought to close his hand, but it was far too late. Her thumb wedged his finger upwards. Her blade sliced through his finger. A high scream escaped him, his body shuttered, and his finger fell to the floor. A light touch of her hand healed the wound and ceased the bleeding. "See, you are just fine." She smiled at him, patting his cheek as he shifted his body as if trying to strike her, A futile attempt in his bound state. He kept on his knees. Each ankle tied to a cinderblock weighed him down. She knelt before him, lightly picking up his bloody finger as she wiped her blade clean on his shirt. Walking away towards her table, she stabbed a hook through it. Tying a line, she walked to the window again, throwing his finger into the water, the translucent wire spooling from her hand a soft splash as the finger sunk into the water. She sat on the windowsill to wait for her breakfast to take the bait. She allowed the man to growl and fight, descending into hopeless sobs behind her petite form. She was nearly half his weight, which was undoubtedly frustrating for him. He was at her mercy. He was one of many to find himself here. He wouldn't be the last. She would enjoy taking him apart piece by piece, keeping him alive. She would use his body to gain the fish to feed him them, his body to recover her own from fights within the slums. She would send a message, and it would be heeded if they ever sought to keep their members whole. There was little doubt in her mind as she heard him scream pointlessly against the gag into the vacant water-logged building that he knew his fate. Who she was now. She was the Sadistic Healer. His choices had caught up with him. She would be hers for the next three months. She would return him with but one arm, his branded arm fingerless. His stump of a body mutilated and scarred, his arm and legs removed for the bait meat, jaw, and vocal cords removed to ensure he could never speak of her home. She would return him alive, useless to the streets to be found, much as his crew left the mangled bodies of family members who tried to fight them to protect their children. It was a fitting punishment, at least in her mind. He was the fourth taken by her thus far. 

headcanon; wings. some headcanons about dove's wings.   ❝ - dove's wings come from her combined quirk 'uplifted wings'. the 'uplift' part from her mother's 'uplift' quirk and the 'wings' part coming from her father's 'sacred wings' quirk.   ❝ - her wings along with her quirk came in at age six. due to being a late bloomer, dove was teased a lot of the time at elementary school back in the states since most of the kids had already had theirs.   ❝ - she constantly hates her wings being compared to hawks's. sure, they might look similar but hers are much much smaller and she can't make blades with the larger feathers. nor does she have his tracking ability.   ❝ - something she can't stand is people casually touching them without asking. they are highly sensitive.   ❝ - just like most people with feather based quirks, dove also has to preen. since she can't get to the back of them, she often has to visit a place within the hpsc that takes care of that for her - almost like a salon for feathers. although after she left the organisation, she attempts to do it herself.   ❝ - dove will shed feathers from her wings without thinking if she feels severely stressed or upset. it was something she found out very early on in her childhood.  

Terminology/Glossary: Cursed child: A Superstition A term attributed to those born with Green hair and eyes. It is believed they can bring Ruin and destruction or a great boon to the place to which they are born IF a death of any kind occurs in the visual range of a cursed child before the ceremony of skills, the fall of the locale will happen unless the child is banished or killed A cursed child living to their first birthday is exceptionally rare as they are killed nearly always before their first birthday There currently exists a total of two living cursed children on the continent and five throughout the world at the time of Alimar's exile from the village The creation of the cursed child superstition involves a "hero" who massacred an entire city leaving the object of his obsession's brainwashed children, all green haired green eye people, the youngest being 20 and oldest 40 to attack the royal knights proclaiming it is the nature of all with green eyes/hair to destroy civilization so decree the dark god, Dinhua. Chuolia Herb used as a part of a cure for hangovers, headaches, and vertigo Dinhua The god of deception The god behind why the first hero was killed by a king Hero One destined to save humanity from the upcoming calamity of the time Vixtar Northern most kingdom of the world, isolated surrounded by mountains Home to many human supremacists smallest kingdom Balgar Home to the bat Beastkin one of many underground Kingdoms and allied with the slime kingdom, Muralx Guilds All are legally required to be neutral ground for all Available guilds: Carpenter, Blacksmithing, tailoring, adventuring, merchant, alchemy, magic, bestiary, and hunting Muralx The south eastern slime kingdom situated in a cave behind an underground waterfall

goes without saying the rp Basics go here  No rushing Everyone on here has things to do offsite.  You need to be patient  Take a grenade from Alimar at your own risk. He is not responsible if a cockroach swings at your character  If your character flirts with him, it's very unlikely he'll catch on  I do not mind shipping, but it'll only happen if the characters mesh well It is not mandatory and will require work on both characters' parts Don't be like some of the weird people on here who demand ooc stuff for shipping IE: Sending irl pictures to continue/start a ship, demanding someone be single irl in order to be allowed to ship with you, actually pulling stalker sh*t and hunting down where the picture came from, acting like roleplays are impossible without shipping or romance being part of the roleplay  Don't pull an Adventurous and bash people who like to banter when they're busy irl and can't sit down to do replies.  5+ years and he's still loves to bash people who do it knowing people do it to not only keep the muse going, but also to give people something while they wait for replies to their own roleplays. whilenotreplyingtosh*theoweshimselfoops

  In the shadowed realm of the Southern King of Hell, Arashi Hyakuhei, there existed a beacon of light, a ray of hope amidst the darkness – Arabella Hyakuhei. She was no ordinary princess; her beauty was renowned, with big ivory curls, pale skin, and eyes as pink as the brightest blossoms, a rarity in their kingdom. But it wasn't just her appearance that set her apart; it was her spirit, her kindness, and her insatiable curiosity for the world beyond the castle walls. Arabella's childhood was adorned with tales spun by her father, who returned from his ventures with stories that ignited her imagination. Though confined to the castle, her dreams soared beyond the boundaries, fueled by her longing to explore. With her two steadfast companions, Nortrix and Syaoran, she ventured into the earthly realm, where she marveled at the wonders and complexities of human life. But fate had more in store for Arabella than mere curiosity. A chance encounter with vampires on Earth unveiled her true nature – that of a fire demon. Enthralled by their world, she embraced their teachings, honing her skills until she became a formidable predator, reveling in the thrill of the hunt and the taste of blood upon her lips. As Arabella delved deeper into darkness, a new persona emerged – Ghost, a twisted entity consumed by the euphoria of inflicting pain and death. With each passing day, she distanced herself from her father's light, succumbing to the allure of her newfound power. Yet amidst the chaos, love found its way to Arabella's heart in the most unexpected form – an angel named Cupid. Their love defied all odds, blossoming into a bond that transcended their opposing natures. Together, they welcomed a daughter, Anastasia, into the world, a symbol of their union and hope for a brighter future. But fate is often cruel, and tragedy struck when Ghost claimed the life of Anastasia's mortal form. Cupid, grief-stricken, ascended to the heavens in pursuit of her soul, leaving Arabella to navigate the depths of despair alone. Despite her anguish, she found solace in motherhood, welcoming another daughter into the world, determined to protect her at all costs. As darkness threatened to consume her entirely, Arabella rose to the occasion, assuming the mantle of Queen in her father's absence. Though her path had been marred by bloodshed and sorrow, she vowed to safeguard her kingdom and her family, a testament to the resilience, even in the darkest of times. In the annals of Hell's kingdom, the name Arabella Hyakuhei echoed through the corridors of time, a testament to her indomitable spirit and unwavering resolve. From her humble beginnings as the daughter of the Southern King of Hell, Arashi Hyakuhei, Arabella's journey was marked by triumphs and tribulations, leading her down a path illuminated by both darkness and light. After the heart-wrenching loss of Cupid, her lover, and the subsequent raising of her daughter, Anastasia, in the depths of Hell's kingdom, Arabella's life took unexpected turns. She ventured into the realm of matrimony several times, each union bearing its own blessings and challenges. From these marriages came two more children, Castielle and Sol, who brought both joy and purpose to Arabella's world. Yet amidst the chaos of motherhood and rulership, fate dealt Arabella a hand she never anticipated. Anastasia, her eldest daughter, discovered the gift of magic, a power that would alter the course of their lives forever. In a twist of destiny, Anastasia used her newfound abilities to send Arabella back in time, to an era when her father, Arashi, was but a child. Bound by the laws of time, Arabella found herself in a precarious position, forced to remain a silent observer, lest she disrupt the delicate balance of history. Taking refuge on a distant and vacant star, Arabella dedicated herself to honing her powers with relentless determination. Day and night blurred into one as she trained tirelessly, harnessing the inferno within her until it blazed brighter than the stars themselves. Her fire, once formidable, became a force of nature, capable of illuminating entire planets and propelling her with unmatched speed across the cosmos. When the time came for Arabella to return to the kingdom she once called home, she did so with newfound purpose and conviction. Embracing her roles as both mother and ruler with a renewed sense of responsibility, she vowed to protect her family and her realm with every fiber of her being. (To be cont..)

relationship headcanon; hawks. how she see's him, just a general list since i don't have that connection yet.   ❝ - at first, dove didn't like him due to the fact her grandfather, yukimuru mera, took more involvement in hawks's upbringing / training at the hpsc, than spending time with her. she held a deep resentment towards him for that despite it not being hawks's fault.    ❝ - unbeknownst to him, when dove was six years old, she snuck out of the training room she was in and just happened to catch a glimpse of a younger hawks training as well. seeing someone also with a wing quirk gave her a sense of solidarity.   ❝ - whilst she was six, she had been forced to watch training tapes of him due to being brought into the hpsc as a potential replacement when she grew up incase he had gone rogue or something a little more shady had gone on - this was the hpsc after all. as hawks had mentioned, it's not always above board in that place. something dove knows all too well about, especially with having both a father and a grandfather in the organisation.    ❝ - can't stand being compared to hawks regardless of their similar quirks. despite that, she is indeed, not a bird and doesn't have any bird like tendencies except the wings are just as delicate.   ❝ - dove's 'hero' name (or former hero name) is a mix between her mother's nickname for her and something that matches hawks's.  (ooc note; hawk and dove from dc comics was a huge inspo.)    ❝ - she won't admit this if asked but dove keeps a small plastic red feather with her that she stole from her brothers; the red feather came from a cereal box to celebrate hawks's debut. she's kept it ever since. she isn't quite sure but she's oddly drawn to it. maybe she'll be able to snag a real one when he ain't looking.    ❝ - regardless of everything, hawks always has a way to take her mind off of things in her personal life even if he has no idea or not. she appreciates his carefree nature.   will probably do more in depth one's when i get the connection and get writing with one. these were just general statements.

Name: Roxas AtlasAge: 21(even though he looks younger than that)Height: 5'11"Weight: 190 lbs.Hometown: Chroma City JapanBody Type: TonedBlood Type: OPower 1: EnergyPower 2: MaterializationRoxas Atlas is a protector of the anime & video game worlds. He goes to the selected worlds in case villains from one world wants to take over a different world. He also posesses energy powers and a super form where his hair turns silver and his eyes turn red.

Disclaimer: I don't own K Project or Nagare, nor do I have any affiliation with the creators.    one — Quality>Quantity. I consider myself multi/novella, but it's really all about what suitis the post for me.    two — I'm all for discussions or just starting something to see what happens.  three — I'd prefer my writing partners to be at least 21.    four — This is a multi-storyline character, meaning a storyline with Person A will have no effect on an existing storyline with Person B unless it's discussed and agreed upon by all parties involved.    five — I really shouldn't have to say this, but no OOC drama. IC drama is A-okay though.    six — I can either reply at lightning speed or snail speed and no in between. I apologize in advance. ;o; I'll always make sure to give writing partners a heads up on extended absences and hiatuses.

The Golden RULES: Don't ask me to change my OC/aspects of them to fit what YOU personally want, ex: I WILL NOT PLAY MY MALE OC AS FEMALE JUST BECAUSE IT IS -YOUR- PREFERENCE/ETC! I do have AUs of my OC where some are different species, but beyond what I have prepared for this, any other 'adjustments' for YOUR sole Benefit are a Solid No. Work with What I've Got or NOT AT ALL! No Means No means NO. It does NOT mean Keep Pushing Your Luck. Attempts at continuing to Try to Persuade me will ALSO result in a block.1. You add, you message me, simple as that, however know I also reserve the right to not interact with you at all, either for breaking any of the rules below, or other discomfort. If you don't message me within 24 hours of being Accepted, I have the right to Remove you. Feel free to re-add me again, but Repeats of Adding without at LEAST a Hello will get you blocked.2. Straight-up do not try to add or message me if you are a minor. I interact and roleplay with adults here ONLY, ESPECIALLY if you're attempting to contact me for romantic roleplays. If you repeatedly attempt to add me while being under-age, you get a block.3. I am a casual roleplayer, please do not pester me for replies, especially if I'm busy IRL or if I'm hitting a writer's writing block or burnout. This also ESPECIALLY includes Guilting me to Reply, if you try to be manipulative you get a block. In the case of writer's blocks and burnouts however I'm generally open to plotting or discussing future interactions to help alleviate said writing block but it could still take time.4. I'm more about chemistry over quantity/quality. I've found over the years, that even if you're the BEST Roleplayer in the world, it doesn't mean a thing if the chemistry in our stories just isn't there.5. Actions in Roleplay have Consequences in Roleplay, do not be shocked if my OC reacts negatively to your OC mistreating them in any way. This does NOT mean you're NOT allowed to mistreat my OCs, BUT if you're trying to earn their trust or romance them, acting Coldly or calling them names might not be a good start-albeit it also depends on who's interaction and the situation.6. Generally speaking, I'm not my OC. OOC is OOC and IC is IC. I HIGHLY PREFER THIS DISTINCTION RESPECTED.7. As stated on my profile, Cicero is polyamorous/open to more than one relationship/Other Ships are treated as Seperate Universes, unless I state otherwise. Please don't be Weird/Posessive about shipping, this will be an auto-block.8. JUST because our OCs are dating, does NOT mean you and I are dating!9. Rules on MATURE RPs:> I'm open to One-Offs if we're not looking for Romance, even friends with benefits is acceptable!> That said, I'm also craving more buildup and even more Platonic RPs with Cicero too, please feel free to discuss ideas with me that aren't JUST romance!> As always I reserve the right to say NO to whatever kind of MATURE roleplay you're asking for, ESPECIALLY if it makes me uncomfortable.> NO! Underage, Incest, Non-Con, Death, Gore, Vore, Scat, Watersports, Feet.10. No Real People/Celebrities/Photos, please. Actors representing fictional characters is fine however (Ex: Iron Man, etc)11. Regarding any kind of combat, I'm not into Powerplay/Power Levels/Trying to Constantly One-Up Each Other. If there's any kind of combat, I prefer it for the sake of story and moving the plot along.12. No Metagaming/Your OC Knowing ALL about my OC In-Character even though they've Never Met before. I'm open to discussing our OCs being previously accquinted, however.13. No Railroading/Controlling/Writing my OCs for me. This is grounds for an instablock!14. No One-liners/One Word replies, you Get what you Put in as far as effort goes with replies, and if there's no Chemistry despite this, I'm definitely going to lose interest. Additionally, I honestly would prefer some DECENT grammar and spelling. If I'm not feeling it, you might find yourself removed, I'm sorry :l15. Leave the Drama for your Mama, I'm here for fun and casual interactions and roleplay, do not drag me into immature Bullsh*t and arguments with other people, ESPECIALLY if I don't know you OR them, etc. I will however consider if you have any gentle warnings about dangerous people to avoid.16. Shoutout to Simpleflips

writing / drabble masterlist. all my writing in one easy to find list. hover over the link to get a synopsis.   solo pieces. ❛ title | part 0 of 0 ❛ title | part 0 of 0 ❛ title | part 0 of 0 ❛ title | part 0 of 0   + other characters. ❛ title | part 0 of 0 ❛ title | part 0 of 0 ❛ title | part 0 of 0 ❛ title | part 0 of 0   multi muse monday. ❛ title | part 0 of 0 ❛ title | part 0 of 0 ❛ title | part 0 of 0 ❛ title | part 0 of 0   misc pieces. ❛ title | part 0 of 0 ❛ title | part 0 of 0 ❛ title | part 0 of 0 ❛ title | part 0 of 0  

headcanon masterlist. a full list of all dove's headcanons.   personal. ❛ Wings; sfw | nsfw.❛ linkity❛ linkity❛ linkity❛ linkity family. ❛ linkity❛ linkity❛ linkity❛ linkity  + canons. ❛ Hawks; one❛ linkity❛ linkity❛ linkity  nsfw. ❛ linkity❛ linkity❛ linkity❛ linkity 

Normally I wouldn't put up rules, but I just think I need to, but these are simple rules. If you have read this, tell me your #1 favorite video game or anime.1. Please have some respect and some common sense when you message me. Don't start in character. I like to plan out a RP before we start.2. No god modding. I like to control my own characters. It's no fun to control someone else's characters.3. Please be literate. If you make a mistake in your replies, I understand. I've done that before. Just don't type something I can't read.4. No one liners PERIOD! It gives me nothing to work on.5. Don't spam me. I do have a life outside of this. If I don't reply, don't spam me with a lot of messages or block me when I'm busy. I'll get to it as soon as I can.6. This is a very important rule. We're here to have fun. Don't take the RP seriously. It's like a game and we're all here to escape from the world. So, please, let's all have fun.

modern / school / & crime focused. respond with the prompt # you'd like& message OR comment preference.several prompts have additional options to choose from.2-3 paragraph posts will be sent with room to expand.                                       concepts are flexible. ★ one.   Welcome to Shōkugan High       ( school / slice of life )Congratulations, you have just been transferred to Shōkugan Preparatory High School! The leading school for DELINQUENTS. Yes, the students of Shōkugan Prep have little interest in academics. Violence occurs in the halls on a daily basis. And classes are ruled with an iron fist by rowdy gangs with ridiculous names.Only one class stands as the exception, where all the delinquents are suspiciously well-behaved: Home Economics with [ MIURA-SENSEI. ]Perpetually tired, but physically imposing, there's no clear reason why all these dangerous students straighten their backs when he passes them in the halls. But word on the street is, you better stay on his GOOD side. Or else."Welcome to Shōkugan Prep. Study hard and... stay out of trouble, okay?" [ TAKING STUDENT & TEACHER APPLICATIONS. ]★ two.  Enforcement       ( school / slice of life )When school lets out, the students of Shōkugan High are infamous for their extracurricular activities. MIURA-SENSEI has heard some nasty rumors that go beyond the typical afterschool brawl. Rackets, shakedowns, threatening bystanders until they purchase cigarettes and alcohol for 'em!"There's no way MY students would do somethin' so rotten."But it's the unfortunate truth. And when he sees [YOU] in the thick of it, he steps in to do what any responsible adult should.VICTIM ROUTE [S]: You can't remember the last time you used your lunch money for FOOD. They call it 'protection tax'. So long as you're a student wearing school colors, they'll refrain from beating you silly. But when Miura-sensei catches some boys putting the squeeze on ya, how will life at Shōkugan High change for you in the aftermath?VICTIM ROUTE [A]: Getting bullied as an ADULT has to be the lowest point of your life. 'Just call the cops', 'complain to the school!' You tried, but it feels like these kids can get away with anything short of murder. Some of them are so freakishly huge, fighting back might cost you dearly.You've been buying them cigarettes for the last month to get them off your back, but this is going to land you in hot water soon. Yet, everything changes when HE intervenes. ( Is it normal to be terrified of your savior? )BULLY ROUTE: You've got a sweet gig going. You collect money from other students, fork over about 70% to your benefactor, and BOOM, you get to pocket the rest! Everything goes smoothly so long as you don't miss your quota, but that hasn't been a problem [yet...]          DAMN IT, DAMN IT, DAMN IT. THAT DAMN TEACHER.MIURA-SENSEI caught you in the act. Worse still, he confiscated every last cent. With your back against the wall, will you call in the muscle and fight back against your teacher OR do you take a gamble and ask this lousy old man for help? ★ three. Dragged Back       ( crime )Bzzt. bzzt. bzzt. The sun is setting. He hears that familiar buzz from the flip-phone he keeps stashed in his desk. 'Don't call this number.' It's what he told his old contacts, yet he keeps it powered on. God knows why.Miura makes his way over. The draw slides open. BEEP. He's stone-faced. A man void of emotions. "Kazu? Wow, you actually picked up. Short on cash? Ha. Anyway, I won't jerk your chain. I got a job and can't have some amateur f***ing it up. The pay's good and my commission's the same as always. C'mon, one more time won't kill ya."Maybe he's not cut out for a 'normal' life.CLIENT ROUTE: Money doesn't buy happiness. But it can net you a lot of extra muscle. KAZUYOSHI MIURA. You pulled quite the reliable name in this business. It's not his place to ask questions. Just give him:                                          [a name] and [what needs to happen.] Sure, he's been out of the game for a little while. But how TERRIBLY WRONG could one little job go?VICTIM ROUTE: It's nothing personal. Some sh*t went down, now you owe BAD people A LOT of money. Maybe you don't have it all right now, but you're going to find a way to get it. Do your understand?He's firm. He seems almost... reasonable. But this man is still terribly frightening. Do you fold to the demands of criminals or plead to the bit of humanity still floating around in Kazuyoshi Miura's heart? ★ four. Smoke Break       ( school )"I do hope you understand, in the interest of keeping students away from bad habits, we've elected to turn ALL areas of the school into a 'smoke free zone'. That won't be a problem, will it?"Call it weakness. Call it addiction. He didn't make it more than his first week before he found a spot behind the school to light up. Now he's no better than these delinquents, sneaking around for a quick smoke.But it looks like BOTH of us share the same dirty secret."Didn't think you were the type. Needless to say, this stays between us.". . ."Need a light?" ★ five. In Session      ( school )MIURA-SENSEI teaches Home Economics. So what do his classes actually entail? Well, let's just say his teaching methods are a little unorthodox."What, are your fingers broken? You don't need a damn machine to sew. I better not see you touching those things. We're doing this the old fashioned way. I swear, kids are always taking shortcuts. Alright, depending on the size of the wound, you wanna get it in--"'Sensei, did you just say wound?'"Huh? Fix your ears. I said tear. No talking."..."Alright, we're cooking today. On your desks I have placed a pack of ramen noodles, a bag of corn chips, pepperoni sticks, and Kraft singles. All the major food groups. So first, you'll want to fill up your electric kettle and--"'Sensei, we have POTS, you know!'"Huh? Pot? We're cookin', not talking reefer. Now pipe down, I almost got this thing working."  OPEN TO STUDENTS AND TEACHING ASSISTANTSLESSON PLAN MAY VARY★ six. Familiar Faces       ( bit of everything )Someone you really care for is attending Shōkugan High. Their grades aren't the best and it's one of the few places that would take them. You worry for their safety every day.Thankfully, that wretched school might finally be getting its act together! Who's responsible for such a drastic change? Well based on the stories you hear at home, it's gotta be 'Miura-sensei!'The school's holding a Summer Festival and when you volunteer to help run a booth for the kids... 'Look, look, that's the teacher I was telling you about! Miura-sensei, come over here!'Huh... that face looks awfully familiar.WAIT, I KNOW THAT SON OF A BITCH.Maybe he shook you down in the past. Maybe he hassled someone you loved. Hell, maybe YOU were the one with a wild side and drifted in similar circles.They'll let any old scumbag be a teacher these days, huh? Even if people CAN change, you're still going to give him sh*t.  [ RELATION TO STUDENT & SOME BACKGROUND REQUIRED. ] ★ seven. Living for the Weekend       ( slice of life )It's Friday night and there's moonlight to burn. The bars are lively, everyone is catching a buzz. You're finally starting to feel the atmosphere when something snaps you right out of it. "Is that... Miura-sensei?"You hardly recognize him without his dingy gray suit on. But now that you get a good look, some ratty old jeans and a white t-shirt are much more his speed. He's working his way through beer cans and smoke billows from his lips. Long sips and even longer drags. Will you hide from his tired gaze?For: skittish co-workers / troubled students / old work buddies.