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A BUNCH OF JOJOS:

TRISH UNA PT 5: VENTO AUREO	BRUNO BUCCELLATI PT 5: VENTO AUREO	YUUYA FUNGAMI PT 4: DIAMOND IS UNBREAKABLE
MUHAMMAD ABDUL PT 3: STARDUST CRUSADERS	JEAN PIERRE POLNAREFF PT 3: STARDUST CRUSADERS	CAESAR ZEPPELI PT 2: BATTLE TENDENCY

THE REST:

TRAVIS TOUCHDOWN NO MORE HEROES	JAIME REYES DC COMICS	TONY CHU CHEW
ASHLEY 'BOOTYMAN' RIOT BUTTSTORY	GARCIAN SMITH KILLER7	SHITLORD ORIGINAL CHARACTER DONUT STEEL

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[Given it's been literal years, he's not sure if he's even going to be visible anymore. But...It can't hurt, right? And if he's not visible, then he can just. See how his only friend around these parts is doing. Or something. That's just as good, isn't it?

...Isn't it? Why is he terrified to be here all of a sudden? He's dead. Why be scared now? This stuff is way too hard, man. Why can't he be back stuck under a giant fucking gravestone.]

Trying to coax his brother out to have a drink with him before everything goes to shit is surprisingly easy. It's not as if they had anything to lose at this point, and might as well get some things off his chest.

"Whiskey, please."

Even if he didn't show, it wouldn't be a total loss.

[the queen, the supreme, she woke up like this.]

[actual sword. gives good advice, but needs to not talk like she ate a dictionary. cannot open doors.]

[pure beetle angel that jaime is, he can still see that little blue ghost kid (and maybe the scarab can pull some freaky infrared Ghost Adventures camera show bullshit if he cant).

so he stops in his tracks as soon as he catches the translucent figure hovering in the air

and gapes because it seriously has been literal years???? what the--]

D?! You're here!

[fucking Sicily. you know. they just are.]

[tags the queen with a princess, my icons are super shitty because i hastily nabbed some from tumblr]

[i was about to tag with travis but lets be real fi deserves better]

[Well then.

Well then. That sure is one way to say hi, but it's terrifying and if he'd still been alive, D would've just had a heart attack! As is, he's just going to whip around, literally whip around because of that weird little tail of ectoplasm he has instead of legs, and--]

I--

[That is not how you approach a dead kid who has a weak constitution at the best of times, Mister Reyes. But he's calming down, slowly but surely.]

I mean...

And he very well could have just stood Henry up-- not like there's any lack of coolness to their relationship, anyway-- but something about it just didn't feel right. Like walking away from a challenge. (It doesn't ever strike him as odd, thinking about a drink with his brother in that way.)

Neatly sliding into the seat behind Henry, he absently mumbles for the bartender to get him the same.

"Well, we're here." Flatly. He can already tell this is going to be a blast.

[Well, two can play at that game. After a second of trying to fathom whether he's dreaming or not, D suddenly disappears.

And then reappears right in front of Jaime's face, looking overjoyed.] I knew it! I was so worried, because you might have grown up and stopped believing, but I knew that you'd see me anyway. And you can! You can, can't you?

Whoa!

[Jaime nearly falls flat on his ass in shock, but oh my god ghost buddy is still here he is beaming from ear to ear already.]

I can! I can hear you and everything, too! [he can't help but to laugh. he wasn't expecting a reunion today, but hey, he can hardly complain if he gets to see D around again.] Where've you been?

A blast is right, brother dearest. He knows their interactions were always a little awkward when their swords weren't clashing, but he'd like to think they've grown a little in the past couple of years they haven't seen each other.

"That we are," he replies, just as flatly as he takes a sip of his drink. It has a nice burn and he pauses for a moment before continuing. "Did you ever wonder what we'd be up to in the next five years?"

He sure as hell hasn't, but it's a thought that just came up now.

[If he could, D probably would've mimicked that little noise that plays whenever you get a puzzle right. WEEOOOOOO. Triumphant little siren. He's just that happy and Jaime's happy to see him too and it's really great.]

Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you that much...But you did pull a funny face. [Wow young man don't laugh that is so rude! Wow.

But he actually has to stop and think about the 'where've you been' bit. That's a hard one.] I don't...I don't remember, actually. Maybe asleep then? I'm not sure. It mustn't have been very interesting if I can't remember, so it doesn't matter. What matters is what you have been doing! Have you been on many adventures? Did you save anyone?

[ hey travis, there's someone sobbing on the floor here with a whole six pack of beer strewn around her.

no bat to be seen... so far. ]

[sicily and the dude from naples, perf]

Oh, no. Not this shit again.

[but... beeg ain't armed. travis touchdown is many things, but he is not very good at learning from his mistakes.

so he inches forward, guard up heavily.]

Pull something stupid and this is going through your face this time, not your gut.

You son of a bitch.

[ yells Bad Girl inbetween hysteric weeping. ]

Tell me I'm fucking pretty or something before you say shit like that!

[ She does manage to stand up though, half crushing the can of beer in her hand before realising there's still booze in it. Well. Downing that shit no problem, then letting out a very loud belch. ]

[wow. that is. uh.

he feels kind of bad for her. when a girl's crying her eyes out in front of your face you can't really help it (even if she's severely off her rocker). so--]

You're pretty, all right.

[wait for it...]

Pretty wasted.

[yare yare]

Edited 2015-03-02 04:14 (UTC)

[Ashley Riot has no doubt encountered more swords in his life than any man really should. maybe he even talks to them when he makes them. only he would know that and the loser should get some friends but then he wouldn't be Ashley Riot.

the point is, he knows swords. this might, however, be the first time a sword literally speaks to him.]

I must inquire as to who you are. You are not my designated wielder.

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open post 2k15 edition

YOU KNOW. YOU FUCKING KNOW

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u call me a gaylord. its u who is the gaylord

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that's a given u fucknut of course im a gaylord!! ALSO 1/3 MAYBE

so how's the weather over there anyway

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is it still stupid hot for winter

its california, which means yes

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seriously cali is like australia's twin re weather what the heckle

KIMI HERE... WITH THE OTHER NMH GIRL I PICKED UP...

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RIP TRAVIS

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