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Location: Colorado, US
Born: 2 December 1989
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Joined: 24-June 16
Last Seen: Yesterday at 05:40 pm
Local Time: Jul 17 2018, 02:14 AM
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Jun 21 2018, 08:10 PM
Bu had looked everywhere, she hadn't seen hide nor hair of Jiao and it was really starting to get on her nerves. A girl like that stood out, like a new rocket in a junkyard. Actually, come to think of it, she hadn't seen any of the chinese students around here. Were they late? Was she just that early? She grit her teeth. There were plans, she had it all thought out in her head and it was already going wrong. How the heck was she going to call out the weaker girl if said girl didn't show up?
Then the doors opened and there they were. The whole group of them. Strutting in like they were so special, like she was so special. That was supposed to be Bu's thunder and Jiao had taken it by being late. Bu didn't pay any attention to the other students. Jiao was the only person she had eyes for right now. Well, she couldn't get her entrance now but she could certainly make a hell of a first impression. Bu cracked her knuckles and her neck before she began her walk towards the foreigners.
The years fell away as she walked. She was back among the crowds, the elites, back among her fellow idols. You had confidence, you were beautiful, you were the lead singer. In this time, she was not the gang leader who fixed bikes and beat up people in alleys, she was a diva and a superstar. Nobody could bring her down.
As she walked up to Jiao, the group was starting to disperse into their own little separate groups and cliques, not to mention the other students who were coming to talk to them. "Good evening." She said, with a polite bow. Bu had to admit, Jiao looked great, but that was weakness talking, more of that weird whatever it was that she'd done to her back in the dorm room. "Ah'm glad to see you here tonight, Jiao."
May 17 2018, 04:53 PM
It had been a long time coming but after a very long time, Junko was forced to admit the truth. She just wasn't as good at hunting as she had been a few years ago. People said a skill could get rusty if it wasn't used often enough and she hadn't gone hunting properly in ages. Sneaking around the local woods wasn't enough. Sure, you could find some wild animals but she hadn't been given permission to hunt so it was just a matter of sitting around doing nothing. The tracking led only to a fleeing creature. The whole event had become more of a healthy hike than a sport of skill. She was starting to lose the patience to sit or kneel in one spot for hours waiting for the prey to venture forth because there was so little point to it.
Junko was not going to accept this lying down. She wasn't going to take it standing up either. There was no taking that would be happening. She needed to get her butt back to work and relearn some of those old skills. After all, it was just like riding a bike. Probably. She couldn't ride a bike any more either. Trouble was, on her own the training was going super poorly. It was so easy to be distracted, even when she took out her hair ribbon and closed her eyes so that the world was dark, it was too hard to stay still. She needed help.
Most of her friends wouldn't do. They tended to vary in personality and activity, but really they didn't have the temperament. Most of the archery club would be content with just shooting arrows constantly. They didn't have the patience Junko needed. But she had heard rumors of the assassins, masters of stealth. That sounded like her scene. After all, hunting was totally like assassination, except with animals that you ate instead of people that you didn't. At least, Junko hoped they didn't, you heard weird stories about the assassin track.
Of course, it was hard to find them, they didn't wear armbands, at least, often not the right ones. And so many of them claimed to be too busy to help her learn something as casual as standing still. Others seemed confused. Like, they didn't understand how a person could have trouble staying still for hours on end. It really was a conundrum. But persistence paid off and Junko learned of a ninja who had been at the school for years. A guy who rarely moved at all and was nearly sedentary. That's what she needed. Also, since he didn't go anywhere, he would certainly have the time to help her out.
Which explained why she was there, in front of Jinn's shoe locker as classes got out. She fiddled with her skirt nervously. Would he say yes? Would he say no? She really needed this, he was her last hope unless she managed to find somebody else. Hopefully he had gone to class today and had to get his shoes. If he tried to sneak past her, though, she was ready. Ninja were tricky people and she wouldn't put it past one to leave her waiting all afternoon. She was monitoring any body that passed by, even before they came into visual view. She'd gotten a basic description of Jinn so she wouldn't let him get past her.
Apr 20 2018, 06:42 PM
Alright, so I've been thinking about stuff and I thought maybe relics could step up even further. Mostly based on some thoughts inspired by Bu's training regiment for people. So there's the option to buy new powers, right? Well how about Power+ or even Power++?
So what I'm thinking is this, upgrades that require everything else to be unlocked, all the way up through awakened mode. You've completely synced up with your relic, so the next step is to take your previous unsynced powers to the next level. So this would be something like even faster recharge rates, 5 rounds to 3, or 3 rounds to 2, or 2 rounds to 1. Cut in half rounded up, doncha know. Or maybe you can shoot double fireballs, or increase the scary aura by an extra 50%. You know, +.
Mar 13 2018, 07:57 PM
Bu rested her head in her left hand as she idly turned another page in her magazine. She had a stack of graph paper next to her but she wasn't working on any kind of math. Instead, she had lists and diagrams of vehicle parts with ratings and numbers beside them . She hadn't been paid yet, she likely wouldn't be seeing much of a big paycheck until the game launched, but she had gotten a little cash for her work so far. That money wasn't going to go anywhere near far enough to get her a new bike but it was a start. She had decided that if she was going to get herself a new bike, she would do it right.
The new bike would be custom from the ground up. There were loads of things out of her ability, like building an engine, but she could at least choose the one she wanted. The trick was getting a bike with kick that could power through whatever force held it back. The primary force being gravity, if Bu was being honest. Her stone added a heck of a lot of weight and she wanted a bike that could cope.
The engine would have to be beefy, but too wide would make the thing awkward, she needed a longer one, or to place it further back on the bike. There were so many factors but she loved bikes, and she was willing to research every solitary screw if it meant that she could get herself a rocket as durable as she was.
Not that Bu intended to crash it a lot, but she was a very charge forward kind of girl, and throwing herself into the fray meant the bike had to fly in as well. Quite often there wasn't time for such niceties as parking and kickstands. She was pretty sure she could handle a crash into the wall, she'd managed falling off the roof easily enough and that was when she'd first gotten here. Bu had gotten a lot tougher since then. No, the worry was the bike.
She started drawing a new body shape, this one a lot close to a trike than a motorcycle. That would let it have a heavier engine and it could have heavier armor. It didn't feel like a proper bike though. Maybe what she was after didn't exist yet. Actually ordering a custom body might be difficult. She chewed on the back of her pencil. What a pain.
Jan 23 2018, 04:01 PM
Damn that Hiroshi. hell, damn Yoshio and Mitsuho and all the rest of the bastards. Bu sat in the back corner of the crowded club as droning music pumped throughout and flashing lights came from the crowd. The darkness here was a welcome change. She sipped the orange juice she'd gotten from the bar with barely hidden disgust. There was a significant lack of things for her to drink, the bastards had carded her despite her being surrounded by a bunch of legal guys. What a scam.
It was saturday night and the whole team had decided to go out to the club. It had been a productive day for the guys so they wanted to celebrate. Annoyingly, Bu was the only girl who was willing to join in on the fun. Azami had gone home to her kids and Sakei had claimed a headache. Bu knew she wasn't the party girl type anyway, probably didn't want to go somewhere where the drinks were flowing and you had to stay sober. Smart girl. Bu envied her decision making skills. Would have been nice to have some company though.
Honestly, most of the guys weren't that bad. They were weirdos and pervs but that's what you got when you went to the more niche side of work experience. They'd been lucky to get her and she knew it and they knew it. But it wasn't like she looked down on them, everyone had their niche. The only one she didn't like was Hiroshi who was the guy in charge. They'd clashed pretty quick too but she'd come out on top and now it seemed like he was trying to spite her, that is, whenever he could get away with not being close enough to hit. Coward.
Whatever, she thought she could handle it but somehow he managed to push her further than expected. Sure, she'd revealed the whole idol history to the gang, that was part of what got her the job. But Hiroshi must have figured out that she didn't want it getting out. She hadn't given him enough credit, it would seem. Bu had been mildly enjoying herself, hanging out with the guys, ignoring the dudes who came over to talk to chat her up. Maybe they thought she was with one of the gang, they certainly seemed ballsy enough to make a move with a girl surrounded by men. Not that the men in the group were especially good looking, or athletic, or of any note. Still, rude.
But Hiroshi had disappeared, lost somewhere in the crowd while they all were dancing. She hadn't an idea of where she went and she didn't care, at least, not until the music stopped and the DJ came on. The bastard had gotten to the DJ. She was outed, nobody called her out specifically but the words still stung. He announced that a former idol was in the club, said her old name, played one of her old songs. Bu couldn't take it. She broke away from the gang and took up perch here in the darkness.
How was she going to play this one the next day? Had the other guys seen she was upset? It was dark and the flashing lights on the dance floor were distracting. Maybe they hadn't. She stared down at her drink and was horrified to find several drops of water on the table around it. She was crying.