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- alter ego (dangan ronpa),
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- byakuya togami (dangan ronpa),
- byrne (zelda; spirit tracks),
- caim (drakengard),
- cammy white (street fighter),
- chell (portal),
- chiyo/vaporeon (pokemon),
- connor kenway (assassin's creed),
- cress (pokemon),
- cyrus (pokemon),
- dachora (metroid),
- eirika (fire emblem),
- elizabeth (bioshock),
- furiae (drakengard),
- garry (ib),
- general guy (mario),
- green (pokemon),
- henry (fire emblem),
- innes (fire emblem),
- jin kisaragi (blazblue),
- jon talbain (darkstalkers),
- kazooie (banjo-kazooie),
- kerosene/charizard (pokemon),
- kiyotaka ishimaru (dangan ronpa),
- knuckles (sonic the hedgehog),
- kyogre (pokemon),
- little mac (punch out),
- mary (ib),
- milimili/banette (pokemon),
- mondo oowada (dangan ronpa),
- nabooru (zelda),
- naoki/demifiend (shin megami tensei),
- phoenix wright (ace attorney),
- pit (kid icarus),
- proton (pokemon),
- pulseman (pulseman),
- red (pokemon),
- rhys (fire emblem),
- ron delite (ace attorney),
- sable (animal crossing),
- schezo wegey (puyo puyo),
- shadow (sonic the hedgehog),
- snake (metal gear),
- sonny moe/snorlax (pokemon),
- ulki (fire emblem),
- vinnie/venusaur (pokemon),
- voile/gardevoir (pokemon),
- warren/persian (pokemon),
- ziio (assassin's creed)
Dorm Log: Scorching Summer Edition
Who: Who else.
What: Dorm log!
Where: Student and Teacher dorms, and quite possibly beyond campus. Frankly? I don't care where. Go have fun, kids.
When: The span of June 14 - June 28th. Pick a date.
Warnings: Yeah, it got pretty naughty in here.
Ripped off the last one and all its friends: Basically, here's how this works. We all know our characters experience downtime after classes and their busy schedules, and this is a good venue for those kinds of miscellaneous dorm-shenanigans to take place. Not only does it give your characters the easy chance to meet new people in a laid-back environment, but it's a good mechanism for strengthening CR. It's easy!
Feel free to begin in any way you please! Plan with (a) fellow player(s) if you'd like! Or, set up a thread and wait for characters to bite! Whatever you want. It can all be yours if you make a thread. Stay up all night watching reruns of Teenage Mutant Ninja Squirtles? Break out the ice cream and industrial fans to beat the heat? Get a bad suntan while you're asleep with the help of your friends? Whatever you get your bad self up to. Your good self is welcome, too. Now put your copy of Animal Crossing: New Leaf down for one second and tag this thing!
DIRECTORY
Alter Ego | Baconator | Banjo | Byakuya | Blake | Blaze | Byrne | Caim | Cammy | Carter | Chell | Chiyo | Connor | Cress | Cyrus | Daisy | Douggie | Eggman | Eirika | Ellistree | Garry | General Guy | Goombella | Gordon | Henry | Jin | Jon | Kazooie | Kiyotaka | Knuckles | Kyogre | Lucca | Mac | Mary | Milimili | Nabooru | Phoenix | Proton | Pulseman | R.O.B. | Red | Rhys | Ron | Sable | Samus | Schezo | Seth | Shadow | Sonny Moe | Ulki | Watt | Wheatley | Zelda | Ziio
What: Dorm log!
Where: Student and Teacher dorms, and quite possibly beyond campus. Frankly? I don't care where. Go have fun, kids.
When: The span of June 14 - June 28th. Pick a date.
Warnings: Yeah, it got pretty naughty in here.
Ripped off the last one and all its friends: Basically, here's how this works. We all know our characters experience downtime after classes and their busy schedules, and this is a good venue for those kinds of miscellaneous dorm-shenanigans to take place. Not only does it give your characters the easy chance to meet new people in a laid-back environment, but it's a good mechanism for strengthening CR. It's easy!
Feel free to begin in any way you please! Plan with (a) fellow player(s) if you'd like! Or, set up a thread and wait for characters to bite! Whatever you want. It can all be yours if you make a thread. Stay up all night watching reruns of Teenage Mutant Ninja Squirtles? Break out the ice cream and industrial fans to beat the heat? Get a bad suntan while you're asleep with the help of your friends? Whatever you get your bad self up to. Your good self is welcome, too. Now put your copy of Animal Crossing: New Leaf down for one second and tag this thing!
DIRECTORY
Alter Ego | Baconator | Banjo | Byakuya | Blake | Blaze | Byrne | Caim | Cammy | Carter | Chell | Chiyo | Connor | Cress | Cyrus | Daisy | Douggie | Eggman | Eirika | Ellistree | Garry | General Guy | Goombella | Gordon | Henry | Jin | Jon | Kazooie | Kiyotaka | Knuckles | Kyogre | Lucca | Mac | Mary | Milimili | Nabooru | Phoenix | Proton | Pulseman | R.O.B. | Red | Rhys | Ron | Sable | Samus | Schezo | Seth | Shadow | Sonny Moe | Ulki | Watt | Wheatley | Zelda | Ziio
Samus - stadium, FDC, general around
a) Ah, yes, the Smash Academy brawling stadium is truly a marvel, sporting highly advanced hologram technology for all your brawling needs. Samus might be here (pertinent to note, clad only in her skivvies because damn it's hot out and she could care less) at random times from dawn until dusk, working up a sweat. She can breeze through a round of Hit the Targets with her gun and make mincemeat of hologram fighters in short time. Maybe an actual opponent would be more challenging...
Or if you're feeling brave, late at night there might be a mysterious, ominous looking robot wrecking havoc on the training programs with a wide array of beams and missiles. Do they even go to the school?
b) With no classes to teach there's little other reason for her to stay on campus. If not at the stadium, she might be found prowling through the hallways, checking her mailbox for a missing check, peeking in the faculty lounge, bothering a certain someone in the autoshop, or just briskly going from point A to point B. She's probably here only for business, and idle talk and chit-chat really isn't her forte; whatever you might have to say, make it quick!
...However, she just might decide to utilize the parking lot's big, empty, open space to wash her bike, hoping to have a good run of privacy but hardly expecting it.
c) If she's not on campus, she might actually be in FDC! Curiosity is a bad habit of hers; maybe she's playing detective, looking into all these suspicious robots of Eggman's, on Bounty Hunter Business™, or simply food/provision shopping. Most likely, Samus is hitting up one of the local bars for a good drink.
Hi Desmond.campus
"Miss Aran!"
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"What are you up to?" Odd as it was, seeing the little Dachora was a nice reminder
not everything she touched diedof where and how far Samus had come from.Maybe she needed something...
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Her speech had improved since she'd been on Earth, but she still carried an odd, hard to place accent. And then, there was the conjunction thing.
"I am happy to see you. The "summer vacation" is a strange thing to me."
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"It's a period of rest and growth, especially for younger students." Rest of course being very subjective here as summer was riddled with the same kinds of whacky events as the school was year-round, if not moreso. She would learn that in time.
"Even the teachers get a break from all the paperwork and grading."
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"Have you been to the lake yet?" Samus asked. It would come as a surprise to her if she hadn't by now. (Then again, did she even know how to swim...?) "That's usually where some kids swim and hang out during the summer." Now that it wasn't inhabited by a giant Kraken. Just a different kind of giant fish serpent.
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"... I have not. Tried. Yet."
Scenario A
At least it was for Snake.
Night was well on its way and he'd stood by for ten minutes or so already. Arms folded across his chest, he was perfectly content remaining still, leaned up against railing that separated the seats and the green of the stadium. She really did serve as a formidable opponent, or would have if they'd been on opposite sides. But Snake much preferred being on her good one.
Re: Scenario A
Today would be one of those days she actually says something. Today she came here later than intended, the setting sun giving some reprieve from rising summer temperatures, and the sweat she was threatening to work up through her blue tank top and short shorts.
"I didn't think I was putting on such a great show." She barked across the stadium defiantly, taking a moment to redo her pony tail and move closer to Snake so not to give need to shout any more.
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A very brief, but sincere thought. Quick and fleeting, like a lot of the more serious thoughts he had regarding her. As if he knew very well that trying to entertain something of that nature was only going to lead to disappointment. And to be fair, Snake had suffered more than enough disappointment in his life that he came to expect it around more corners he turned.
He gave something of a derisive snort when she addressed him and he shook his head, waiting until she got within earshot before he offered up a vocal response. "Is that modesty? Looks good on you." And it was almost followed up with a sneer. Almost. Instead, just a standard crooked Snake smile.
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"I've never worn humility well." She mirrored his sneer but that too was fleeting. It didn't look quite right on her face, there just for his sake. She whipped her head to the side and gathered her disheveled hair back into her red scrunchie with a few flicks of her wrist and a snap; a well-experienced master at taming her long golden locks.
Samus didn't wear pride very well for that matter either, but she was a very objective woman, on or off the battlefield.
"...But I know what I'm good at."
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And Samus was one hot piece of ass. No disputes. No arguments. No two ways about it. It was kind of agitating, really. In a masochistic kind of way.
"Puts you a step above most people. In the world, we either devalue ourselves what we're really worth, or we think we're a lot greater than we actually are." He pointed to her as he pulled pulled himself from where he'd been content leaning. "And then there's someone in the world like you. And everyone else knows you're not just blowing smoke either."
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"And you would know how to blow a lot of smoke, wouldn't you?" The sneer flashed back, again, just accentuate the friendly tease. It was more of a literal statement than a figurative one. He seemed to be the type who was earnest with his words, positive and negative, and it was something she greatly respected. For a few tense moments she locked eyes with him, feeling an unbearable amount of feelings threatening to spill over until she looked away, sighing deeply.
There was so much she wanted to say, and didn't even know where to start.
"I can't help but wonder what I'm doing here sometimes, now that I'm not chasing bounties or ghosts that much anymore." It wasn't as though Samus had stopped doing that (nothing paid the bills like a quick peak at the local 'most wanted' sign) or felt like she lost her sense of purpose or a desire to go combat space horrors like no one else could, but, she often wondered her purpose of being here--at this whacky fighting Academy, training in this whacky fighting Academy stadium for a fight that felt like it would never come again.
Or worst of all, a fight that didn't even need her.
"I've been here a long time, Snake."
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"Very funny," was his sarcastic reply.
But he didn't say anything more past that. Mostly because she had spoken up. And he thought he heard himself in what she had to say. What was he even doing in the academy? Why had he even come? Mostly because they had needed him. Partially because he was trying to put things together on what he'd lost. Why did he stay? Closure, he guessed.
What after that?
It was less about him, however, and definitely more about her. At least he wanted it to be more about her. Most of the time he didn't know how to do that, though. So perhaps for once, she needed him to listen. No humourous remarks. No laughing things off. No being a dick purely for the comedic effect. Just... being plain old David.
And for a while, he'd wondered if he'd forgotten how to be a normal man. If he even knew what 'normal' was.
He nodded, "Yeah. Seemed that way to me." No rush. No hurry. Just one moment after another.
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"Yeah." She ran a hand through her bangs, despite her fussing with her hair just a few moments ago. "Nearly five years now. It feels like forever sometimes... and sometimes it feels like no time at all. Five years ago I would've been questioning if I lived long enough to see today."
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Hand in her hair, expression as it was. 'Wistful' wasn't the word for it, but it was the best thing he could think of. Samus Aran was a little awe-inspiring, whatever the case might have been. She had always been the queen of incentive. Definitely a leader and when she barked orders, even if he was scoffing, Snake was willing to play along. But in the present, something about her seemed... different.
And increasingly familiar. As if they had talked this way before. And it really dawned on him that they had.
"Five years is a long time," Snake agreed with another slow nod, far more subtle than before as he wondered where she was really trying to drive things. "You've got good things here, though. A life. A reason. A necessity." He didn't think it was an empty existence for her by any means.
People needed her, after all. In some form.
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Samus would never understand what a life of normalcy meant.
"When I first crash landed here," And again, she surprised herself with how much ease came with speaking to him about things like this, "I couldn't wait to fix my ship and leave. I thought there were all kinds of monsters out there that needed slaying, and people that needed protecting. After only a few days here I learned there were monsters here too."
She paused, letting a grim expression settle on her face, and with no small amount of venom in her voice. "Porky."
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Something eerily familiar about the way she ended. Snake tried to remember the last time she had a conversation like this with him. He knew there was one. He couldn't recall it vividly enough, though, but in a way it was like she left some kind of wistful ache when she spoke. Like he suddenly needed to know everything. Anything and everything.
And he ignored it. At least as best as he could.
His eyebrows knit together as he tried to focus on what she said and eventually he moved to fold his arms over his chest comfortably. Well, as comfortable as he could be, which was edging into an anxious flutter that he wanted to squash down promptly.
"I think," he breathed easily. "Wherever you go, someone's gonna need you." And he supposed he wasn't too different either. Alaska. The Academy. Anywhere else. Always a place for soldiers like them, because there was always a threat and always a war. At least until they got tired of fighting for existence.
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I needed you. The words didn't make it out of her mouth. Not even out of her throat, lumped together like a thick tar. Her face felt hot, but she kept her composure.
"Things were different back then." She justified, more so to herself than to him.
It was difficult to ignore that he had changed her life in so many ways, positive and negative. There was a danger in soldier types forming bonds like this, knowing they could be ripped away in the heat of battle in the blink of an eye... but he was standing before her now, in a way like a ghost. Maybe he wasn't a part of her current life so much, but he remained an echo of her past which has sculpted her into the woman she was today.
Maybe it was romance, maybe it was friendship, maybe it was just a bond Samus had with Snake, but it ached keeping it to herself after he'd left and come back seemingly with little to no memory of it all. It ached simply wondering if the other half of that echo meant nothing at all.
"...And I wouldn't be here now if it wasn't for you."
She still wasn't sure how to say all the things she wanted to say to Snake, but she knew that was a start.
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Perhaps it would have been worse to one day wake up with the full realisation of things. But with how he was putting things together, though hardly anything concrete, Snake had long since prepared himself for ill tidings. How much of the world he lived in was a joyous one? For him, personally, the instances of happiness were rare - few and far between. Yet it was that occasional bout that made him appreciate them all the more.
"Me," he said as he motioned to himself.
Looking aside from her, he thought about how he wanted to put things together, "If you'd said something like that to me last year, I would have looked at you as if you were full of shit." Folding his arms over his chest, he looked back to her, "Since I know you're not, I'd be lying if I said I knew how to take that. I remember a little. I remember you, and Falcon. Some other people. Some conversations."
Then he shook his head at her, "Whatever the case, don't underestimate your own ability. I can influence, and I'm sure I have. Will continue to. Your decisions are always ultimately yours. Your strength is always yours, Samus."
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Samus valued her freedom and independence so much, and would fight so valiantly to protect other people's freedoms--to fight for a future. It was always a thankless job, something so simple yet so important always taken for granted. For Snake to recognize that, how important that was, she considered a great strength of his. She deeply respected him for it.
"You've always been... You still are an important person to me." Words started to tumble out a little easier after that admittance. "Some things have changed
like war. Maybe we aren't... as close as we once were, but..."She breathed, locking eyes with him, harsh and vulnerable all at once. "You are someone precious I would risk my life for."
The greatest and most bittersweet irony, the part she just couldn't tell him, was that she already tried. She couldn't save him from what FOXDIE would take one day, despite everything she sacrificed to try and prevent it from happening. He had to go on living his own life. He had to grasp what window of freedom he had left, and live.
"I want you to know that hasn't changed, David."
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He didn't want to hear that. In a way, he'd kind of known about it. Claiming 'kind of' made him full of shit, actually. He did know. Or had an idea. There was no winning. If he seemed so certain of it, he felt like it made him disgustingly vain, which normally he didn't have a huge problem with.
The real problem was that he felt the same way. And he didn't want to say it. He didn't want to admit to it. Not because of a weakness or a vulnerability, but because he thought it was sort of pointless. She'd moved on with her life, and he'd wanted her to. He was fine playing cameos in her life's story. He really was. At least he told himself he was.
He really hated that any words he might have had were taken from him so easily. Her words were like a knife in his chest, just plunged in easily and twisted about. Why did she want to have this conversation? How did they even get onto it? How long had she thought about having it? He had so many questions. He was so irritated by all of it.
Snake looked aside and found himself ruffling his hair. "What's brought all of this on? Something going on that I need to know about?" Looking back to her, his gaze was direct, as pointed as his words. He could say things as he needed to in his own way. "You're making it sound like you're going far away. Not coming back."
I'm not ready to say goodbye yet. So you've got to wait a little bit more.
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