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Have another round! /o/
Remember!
- Applicants, respond anonymously.
- If you're going to do the whole "ask me if I voted you out!" thing, please state who you voted out.
- No speculating about the identity of the applicants!
Now VOTE. Closed~!
Character Name: Firo Prochainezo
Series: Baccano!
Character Age: 18
Canon: Ah, 1930's America. Full of gangsters, mafia turf wars, illegal alcohol production, and... Immortals? Welcome to the world of Baccano!
In 1711, a group of Alchemists summoned a demon and were granted the knowledge of how to make wine of immortality. 200-something years later, another batch of the wine has been made, and a mafia family gets their hands on it through a series of interesting events on the night celebrating Firo Prochainezo's promotion through the ranks of the Martillo family.
Promoted to the position of executive of the Martillo family at age 17, Firo may be young, but that doesn't mean he should be taken lightly. He can quite easily go from smiling to kicking ass at the drop of a very stylish hat, but he rarely loses his cool without good reason. This cheerful, confident nonchalance paired with the fact that he's one of the most skilled fighters in his Camorra, Firo was a dangerous opponent even before he became immortal.
...Also, he has a really neat hat.
Sample Post:
I heard this place was a little out of the ordinary, but this isn't anything like what I was expecting. Are these rotten-smelling guys over here really the closest thing to organized crime in this place? They're so far from "organized" that they're almost literally falling apart. They might think all their groaning is scary, but I wonder if any of them really have what it takes to go after anyone's brains. If you're gonna be threatening, at least have the skills to back it up! That doesn't mean you have to try and prove yourselves by coming after me, but if that's really what you think you want to do... I might look like I'm just some kid, but I'm Firo Prochainezo of the Martillo Fam--hnnnk.
...All right, so you're a bit stronger than I thought, but just because your arms are falling off doesn't mean you can take mine. I bet yours don't reattach like mine do, and we're gonna find out if you try that again. ... Well, you can't say I didn't warn you! I hope no one minds the mess; it's not as easy to clean up after yourself when your opponents are that squishy.
Now that that's taken care of, I'm here looking for someone. None of you bulky purple gentlemen would know where I could find an E. Sayre, would you? I want to ask her a couple of questions abou--Hey, hey! First those guys take my arm, next you take my hat? That Sayre really oughta teach her thugs to be a little more hospitable! I guess I'll have to teach you a lesson myself! ......No, that's not what I meant by hospitality, so please get my hat off of your-- Did it just detach when you took my hat off?
...On second thought, you can leave the hat on.
Poll Vote!
Name: Kuchiha
Age: appears to be approximately 16-18
Series: Amatsuki
Canon:Making up your classes can be a real
bitch. Toki was experiencing a simulation of Edo-era Japan to make up
for his bad history grades, when he was attacked by a mysterious
creature and stuck in "the past". This version of Edo, Japan is a
place where youkai (or demons) are as real as anyone else and where
looking at the wrong person funny can get you killed. Luckily, he's
been taken in by a monk and the other people that live in the temple,
while he attempts to find is way back to the present and not die along
the way. But isn't about him.
Kuchiha is a very capable young swordswoman who lives with Shinro, the
head monk of the temple, and works for him as an exorcist's assistant.
On first glance, she appears to be gruff and uncaring of the opinions
of others, but deep down inside, she's a girl who cares deeply for
those that care for her. However, such love and affection is hard to
find as she caries a dog youkai inside her, which she inherited from
her clan. She's viewed as a danger to society and herself, (and since
this youkai won't always stay put if provoked that might be a valid
concern.), If it wasn't for Shinro, her story would have been a lot
shorter. The experiences have made her temper a bit harsh, however,
and she's been known to hide her affections in a kick to the head wake
up call, or the odd cuff to the face. But give her a little love, and
she'll be as loyal as the proverbial dog.
Sample app:
You there! Do you know if this is where the village of Shi Fu Do is? I
've got an important message for your head monk from Shinro-san at the
Edo temple, but there's nothing in your temple but a headless corpse.
I may have thought that he was alsleep, so I tried to nudge him gently
with my foot a few times to wake him up. And then his head came flying
straight off at me like it still had breath in it. I hit it back just
in case, but now I can't find it. I need to find a priest to do a
proper burial service for the rest of the body just in case, if you
have one who can find his ass with both hands and without a map. You
wouldn't want a priest's ghost coming back to haunt your lazy village
on my account, after all! But I can see that any competent person here
might have their hands full--this place seems to be full of ghosts and
youkai and all sorts of other strange things,. If you people actually
acted like you gave a damn, this probably wouldn't be a
problem, but I suppose it's too late to cry about it now.
You think a girl like me shouldn't be thinking of such things? I think
that's none of your business, you old gray lechers! Quit starring and
my chest and tell me where I can find a real priest so I can get out
of here and back to Edo. I can get some more help before we have a
bigger problem on our hands and it's more important then wondering if
I have a "real man to take care of me, nudge nudge, wink wink." Like
any of you are up for it, you fat slackers! You all look about as
healthy as a three-days old corpse on the riverbank, and you smell
like it too. Tch! Needs more soap.
Oi! I do not need a collar and a leash, so get those out of my
face right this second! If you wanted a girlfriend you should try
asking politely first, you greedy gray bastards. That's just
your lazy natures talking, and you should all be ashamed of
yourselves, if you're even capable of shame anymore. And don't even
think about laying a finger on me, or I'll make sure you will
all regret it every time you even think about going to piss for the
rest of your life. Now, I've been patient enough with you
lot--quit talking shit and get me a priest now before I
get any angrier. Otherwise we'll really see about
hounding your asses back into shape.
Don't think I could do it because I'm a girl? I'm sure I could manage
something very special for you losers~
Poll Vote!
Character: Li Syaoran
Series: CardCaptor Sakura
Character Age: 11
Canon: Cardcaptor Sakura is the story of Sakura, an elementary school student who accidentally scatters the Clow Cards. She has to find and seal all of these powerful magic artifacts or else a disaster will strike the world. Accompanying her are Kero-chan, resident cute mascot and one of the guardians of the book of Clow, her best friend and frilly costume provider Tomoyo, and her rival-turned-friend-turned-love interest Syaoran.
Extensively trained in martial arts and magic, Syaoran was sent to Japan to collect the Clow Cards and prevent the aforementioned disaster. However, he mostly ends up supporting Sakura, because she's the only one who can seal the cards. It's got to be tough on your ego when your future girlfriend's a more powerful magician than you, but he learns how to deal with it well. Eventually. Very serious and responsible for his age, Syaoran may seem cold at first, but then you realize that a) he's really got a heart of gold hidden under that quiet, scowling face and b) he's just socially awkward. For instance, his way of expressing a crush is to blush violently and run away from the object of his affections. While Syaoran is normally smart and sensible, his name should be in the dictionary under "gullible," considering he canonically believes a classmate who starts by telling him that the ancient Romans "used badminton to fight and decide things." Which just goes to show that underneath the magic and grumpiness, he's a pretty normal kid.
Sample Post:
Going to this seminar for magicians seemed like a good idea. The brochure promised to "fatten up your delicious brain with new spells," but I don't think it's working. ...delicious must have been a misprint. So far, I haven't learned anything except how to tell the man-eating plants apart from the harmless ones. They're all big, but only some start drooling sap when you get close enough. The "Just a normal plant, really!" signs are pretty suspicious, too. At least, magically altered plants burn just like normal ones.
Anyway, if our instructor is the same person behind all of the reanimated corpses around here, I don't want their help. I need to find this necromancer and stop them before they can do anything else. They shouldn't be a magician at all if they have no respect for the circle of life! It's what moves us all, not something to be toyed with. And they're not even very good at it, which makes it worse. If they've been trying for this long, there should be some sign of improvement in their zombie-making technique by now. Instead, the zombies are still falling apart every third step, and some don't even have their limbs in the right places. It's as if the caster just keeps throwing body parts at each other and hoping they'll connect and come back to life. That's not magic at all, that's incompetence.
Unfortunately, if their physical appearance indicates anything about their mental state, I doubt the zombies can understand me, let alone give me any useful information. I'll just have to continue my search for the necromancer some other way--oi, what do you think you're doing with my arm? If you're trying to attack me, it won't--are you licking me? I-I think you misunderstood me, zombie. I said I was looking for the necromancer, so I don't need any of your "neck romance".....H-HEY! No way! I already have someone I like! Even if I didn't, you're dead!
...y-you don't have to be that upset about it. You can use my handkerchief, so stop crying your eyes out before-
...before one of them goes down my shirt. Ugh.
Poll Vote!
Character: Todd Casil (Squee)
Series: Johnny the Homicidal Maniac/Squee.
Character Age: Dunno. Definitely a kid
Canon: Squee is a character from Jhonen Vasquez’s supremely twisted mind. He is cute, innocent, and constantly exposed to unspeakable horrors. As an example of this, he lives next door to quite possibly the world’s most horrendous serial killer and often sees the results of his “work.
Squee is extremely nervous, his nickname coming from the frightened squeak he so frequently emits. He speaks to his teddy-bear, Shmee, who replies in a voice only he and his homicidal neighbour can hear and tells him to do very violent things, usually arson. Squee takes this as a joke. Owing to everything he has been through Squee can sometimes be very pessimistic for his age. Despite everything he’s been through, on the other hand, he can also sometimes be almost sickeningly optimistic. Both of the previous contradicting sentences are equally true. DAMMIT JHONEN, BE CONSISTANT!
Squee’s father hates. And by hates him, I mean his father has wished that he was dead, sent him to a crazy house to get him out of his hair, and would very likely have deliberately sent him to a camp like CFUD, then moved just in case he ever got out. Despite this, Squee still loves his parents.
Sample Post:
I guess you’re right, Shmee. It is a bit weird that Daddy would take me out of the crazy house to send me to a summer camp, especially since summer ended two months ago, but maybe he finally found something about me that he liked.
...No, I don’t think it’s some kind of trap. Look, it’s a real camp. There’s even a nice slogan. “The Happiest Place on Earth” I thought that one was taken already.
...Above the slogan? Oh, you mean the part that says “Welcome to Camp Fuck You Die”? I guess that is less hopeful. It sounds like something the Scary Neighbour Man would call a camp he was running.
…No, I don’t think he’s running it. He wouldn’t have the money to make the signs, build the cabins, pay the counselors, dye the gorillas, hire someone to bring back the zombies or…
Z-ZOMBIES! SQUEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Wait, I know. Zombies can’t usually go in water. I’ll be safe in this lake. Mmmyep, nice and safe. Just a bit of seaweed caught on my foot… wrapping around my leg…
SQUEEEEEE! Shmee, help! Get me out of here!
...No, Shmee, burning the whole camp down is not an option. Not even if it does seem like a really good idea right now. Where would the other campers and the counselors stay then? You’re such a silly bear.
Poll Vote!
Character: Shimazu Yoshino
Series: Maria-sama ga miteru
Character age: ~17
Canon: Lillian Girls' Academy is a garden of maidens. The
pleats on their skirts should not flutter, their sailor collars should
be tidy, walking slowly is preferred here, it's a prim and proper
place. Students also engage themselves in soeur (French for sister)
relationships. An upperclassman (onee-sama is what they call them)
takes in an underclassman (petite soeur) under their wing, guides and
protects them, while the petite soeur supports their onee-sama. What
this means for us is lots of wacky, drama llama, and slightly
subtextual hijinks.
Yoshino was considered the perfect petite soeur. Submissive, adorable,
obedient... mostly because she was too ill to get out of bed. But
since getting heart surgery, her health has improved and her true
colors have begun to shine, i.e. completely topping her onee-sama,
barging into publishing companies to discover an anonymous author's
true identity, forcing people to participate in school sporting
events, and calling Jesus fat while in the Vatican. To sum up, she's
stubborn as hell, will always speak her mind, but still kind of
adorable, in that spunky kind of way.
Sample post:
Good day, everyone. Well, in this place, just plain "hi" will suffice,
right? Because this is camp. Summer camp, wintersession camp,
spring camp, autumn camp- it doesn't matter to me, I like all kinds of
survival camps! Granted, I've never been to one, but I can already
feel the campy atmosphere. Being awoken at at the crack of dawn,
creating friction and fire by rubbing two sticks together, feeling the
cool seaweed slide along your legs in the lake... Yes, all these campy
activities- I can't wait!! ...Really, I can't wait. And I'm getting a
bit hungry, so let's forage for berries!
So, what did you find? "Ladyfingers?" Faaaaail. I know there's
a mess hall, but that's cheating! Besides. Ha. Ha. I get it.
They look like literal "ladies' fingers." If you're going to cheat and
steal food from the mess hall, at least get something better than
stale Halloween leftovers. They've already gone rancid, can't you
smell it? Ugh, well I've lost my appetite. Let's do something active
so I can regain it.
So, let's do something that'll familiarize me with the campgrounds
and build teamwork: triathlon! First stage: swimming across the
lake. Obstacles: the so-called "tentacle monster." The solution is
elementary, my dear Watson. A schoolgirl's natural weakness is the
tentacle monster. Therefore, we can assume that most of the teams will
focus their energy protecting their schoolgirls, but not us.
We're going to use me as bait. While the monster's preoccupied with
me, the rest of you can swim safely across! By doing exactly the
opposite of what's expected, we can win! It's like reverse psychology.
And you truly don't have to worry about me since I've got a
secret weapon. Since coming here, I'd heard a rumor that a tentacle
monster's natural weakness is crabs. And guess what a crab's natural
weakness is? That's right, Japan has the highest consumption of
seafood per person in the world. As a Japanese person, I should have
some fisherman-esque talent in my blood. I'll use my naturally
pronounced crab-wrangling ability, and make the crabs attack the
tentacle monster, which will allow me the chance to slip away. It's
perfect! Isn't it brilliant? You can start praising me now. ...Eh? So
what if this whole tentacles being weak to crabs thing is just a
rumor? We'll never know the rumor's validity until we test it
ourselves, anyway.
Now, let's go!! After all, the one that moves first is assured victory.
Poll Vote!
Remember!
- Applicants, respond anonymously.
- If you're going to do the whole "ask me if I voted you out!" thing, please state who you voted out.
- No speculating about the identity of the applicants!
Now VOTE. Closed~!
Character Name: Firo Prochainezo
Series: Baccano!
Character Age: 18
Canon: Ah, 1930's America. Full of gangsters, mafia turf wars, illegal alcohol production, and... Immortals? Welcome to the world of Baccano!
In 1711, a group of Alchemists summoned a demon and were granted the knowledge of how to make wine of immortality. 200-something years later, another batch of the wine has been made, and a mafia family gets their hands on it through a series of interesting events on the night celebrating Firo Prochainezo's promotion through the ranks of the Martillo family.
Promoted to the position of executive of the Martillo family at age 17, Firo may be young, but that doesn't mean he should be taken lightly. He can quite easily go from smiling to kicking ass at the drop of a very stylish hat, but he rarely loses his cool without good reason. This cheerful, confident nonchalance paired with the fact that he's one of the most skilled fighters in his Camorra, Firo was a dangerous opponent even before he became immortal.
...Also, he has a really neat hat.
Sample Post:
I heard this place was a little out of the ordinary, but this isn't anything like what I was expecting. Are these rotten-smelling guys over here really the closest thing to organized crime in this place? They're so far from "organized" that they're almost literally falling apart. They might think all their groaning is scary, but I wonder if any of them really have what it takes to go after anyone's brains. If you're gonna be threatening, at least have the skills to back it up! That doesn't mean you have to try and prove yourselves by coming after me, but if that's really what you think you want to do... I might look like I'm just some kid, but I'm Firo Prochainezo of the Martillo Fam--hnnnk.
...All right, so you're a bit stronger than I thought, but just because your arms are falling off doesn't mean you can take mine. I bet yours don't reattach like mine do, and we're gonna find out if you try that again. ... Well, you can't say I didn't warn you! I hope no one minds the mess; it's not as easy to clean up after yourself when your opponents are that squishy.
Now that that's taken care of, I'm here looking for someone. None of you bulky purple gentlemen would know where I could find an E. Sayre, would you? I want to ask her a couple of questions abou--Hey, hey! First those guys take my arm, next you take my hat? That Sayre really oughta teach her thugs to be a little more hospitable! I guess I'll have to teach you a lesson myself! ......No, that's not what I meant by hospitality, so please get my hat off of your-- Did it just detach when you took my hat off?
...On second thought, you can leave the hat on.
Poll Vote!
Name: Kuchiha
Age: appears to be approximately 16-18
Series: Amatsuki
Canon:Making up your classes can be a real
bitch. Toki was experiencing a simulation of Edo-era Japan to make up
for his bad history grades, when he was attacked by a mysterious
creature and stuck in "the past". This version of Edo, Japan is a
place where youkai (or demons) are as real as anyone else and where
looking at the wrong person funny can get you killed. Luckily, he's
been taken in by a monk and the other people that live in the temple,
while he attempts to find is way back to the present and not die along
the way. But isn't about him.
Kuchiha is a very capable young swordswoman who lives with Shinro, the
head monk of the temple, and works for him as an exorcist's assistant.
On first glance, she appears to be gruff and uncaring of the opinions
of others, but deep down inside, she's a girl who cares deeply for
those that care for her. However, such love and affection is hard to
find as she caries a dog youkai inside her, which she inherited from
her clan. She's viewed as a danger to society and herself, (and since
this youkai won't always stay put if provoked that might be a valid
concern.), If it wasn't for Shinro, her story would have been a lot
shorter. The experiences have made her temper a bit harsh, however,
and she's been known to hide her affections in a kick to the head wake
up call, or the odd cuff to the face. But give her a little love, and
she'll be as loyal as the proverbial dog.
Sample app:
You there! Do you know if this is where the village of Shi Fu Do is? I
've got an important message for your head monk from Shinro-san at the
Edo temple, but there's nothing in your temple but a headless corpse.
I may have thought that he was alsleep, so I tried to nudge him gently
with my foot a few times to wake him up. And then his head came flying
straight off at me like it still had breath in it. I hit it back just
in case, but now I can't find it. I need to find a priest to do a
proper burial service for the rest of the body just in case, if you
have one who can find his ass with both hands and without a map. You
wouldn't want a priest's ghost coming back to haunt your lazy village
on my account, after all! But I can see that any competent person here
might have their hands full--this place seems to be full of ghosts and
youkai and all sorts of other strange things,. If you people actually
acted like you gave a damn, this probably wouldn't be a
problem, but I suppose it's too late to cry about it now.
You think a girl like me shouldn't be thinking of such things? I think
that's none of your business, you old gray lechers! Quit starring and
my chest and tell me where I can find a real priest so I can get out
of here and back to Edo. I can get some more help before we have a
bigger problem on our hands and it's more important then wondering if
I have a "real man to take care of me, nudge nudge, wink wink." Like
any of you are up for it, you fat slackers! You all look about as
healthy as a three-days old corpse on the riverbank, and you smell
like it too. Tch! Needs more soap.
Oi! I do not need a collar and a leash, so get those out of my
face right this second! If you wanted a girlfriend you should try
asking politely first, you greedy gray bastards. That's just
your lazy natures talking, and you should all be ashamed of
yourselves, if you're even capable of shame anymore. And don't even
think about laying a finger on me, or I'll make sure you will
all regret it every time you even think about going to piss for the
rest of your life. Now, I've been patient enough with you
lot--quit talking shit and get me a priest now before I
get any angrier. Otherwise we'll really see about
hounding your asses back into shape.
Don't think I could do it because I'm a girl? I'm sure I could manage
something very special for you losers~
Poll Vote!
Character: Li Syaoran
Series: CardCaptor Sakura
Character Age: 11
Canon: Cardcaptor Sakura is the story of Sakura, an elementary school student who accidentally scatters the Clow Cards. She has to find and seal all of these powerful magic artifacts or else a disaster will strike the world. Accompanying her are Kero-chan, resident cute mascot and one of the guardians of the book of Clow, her best friend and frilly costume provider Tomoyo, and her rival-turned-friend-turned-love interest Syaoran.
Extensively trained in martial arts and magic, Syaoran was sent to Japan to collect the Clow Cards and prevent the aforementioned disaster. However, he mostly ends up supporting Sakura, because she's the only one who can seal the cards. It's got to be tough on your ego when your future girlfriend's a more powerful magician than you, but he learns how to deal with it well. Eventually. Very serious and responsible for his age, Syaoran may seem cold at first, but then you realize that a) he's really got a heart of gold hidden under that quiet, scowling face and b) he's just socially awkward. For instance, his way of expressing a crush is to blush violently and run away from the object of his affections. While Syaoran is normally smart and sensible, his name should be in the dictionary under "gullible," considering he canonically believes a classmate who starts by telling him that the ancient Romans "used badminton to fight and decide things." Which just goes to show that underneath the magic and grumpiness, he's a pretty normal kid.
Sample Post:
Going to this seminar for magicians seemed like a good idea. The brochure promised to "fatten up your delicious brain with new spells," but I don't think it's working. ...delicious must have been a misprint. So far, I haven't learned anything except how to tell the man-eating plants apart from the harmless ones. They're all big, but only some start drooling sap when you get close enough. The "Just a normal plant, really!" signs are pretty suspicious, too. At least, magically altered plants burn just like normal ones.
Anyway, if our instructor is the same person behind all of the reanimated corpses around here, I don't want their help. I need to find this necromancer and stop them before they can do anything else. They shouldn't be a magician at all if they have no respect for the circle of life! It's what moves us all, not something to be toyed with. And they're not even very good at it, which makes it worse. If they've been trying for this long, there should be some sign of improvement in their zombie-making technique by now. Instead, the zombies are still falling apart every third step, and some don't even have their limbs in the right places. It's as if the caster just keeps throwing body parts at each other and hoping they'll connect and come back to life. That's not magic at all, that's incompetence.
Unfortunately, if their physical appearance indicates anything about their mental state, I doubt the zombies can understand me, let alone give me any useful information. I'll just have to continue my search for the necromancer some other way--oi, what do you think you're doing with my arm? If you're trying to attack me, it won't--are you licking me? I-I think you misunderstood me, zombie. I said I was looking for the necromancer, so I don't need any of your "neck romance".....H-HEY! No way! I already have someone I like! Even if I didn't, you're dead!
...y-you don't have to be that upset about it. You can use my handkerchief, so stop crying your eyes out before-
...before one of them goes down my shirt. Ugh.
Poll Vote!
Character: Todd Casil (Squee)
Series: Johnny the Homicidal Maniac/Squee.
Character Age: Dunno. Definitely a kid
Canon: Squee is a character from Jhonen Vasquez’s supremely twisted mind. He is cute, innocent, and constantly exposed to unspeakable horrors. As an example of this, he lives next door to quite possibly the world’s most horrendous serial killer and often sees the results of his “work.
Squee is extremely nervous, his nickname coming from the frightened squeak he so frequently emits. He speaks to his teddy-bear, Shmee, who replies in a voice only he and his homicidal neighbour can hear and tells him to do very violent things, usually arson. Squee takes this as a joke. Owing to everything he has been through Squee can sometimes be very pessimistic for his age. Despite everything he’s been through, on the other hand, he can also sometimes be almost sickeningly optimistic. Both of the previous contradicting sentences are equally true. DAMMIT JHONEN, BE CONSISTANT!
Squee’s father hates. And by hates him, I mean his father has wished that he was dead, sent him to a crazy house to get him out of his hair, and would very likely have deliberately sent him to a camp like CFUD, then moved just in case he ever got out. Despite this, Squee still loves his parents.
Sample Post:
I guess you’re right, Shmee. It is a bit weird that Daddy would take me out of the crazy house to send me to a summer camp, especially since summer ended two months ago, but maybe he finally found something about me that he liked.
...No, I don’t think it’s some kind of trap. Look, it’s a real camp. There’s even a nice slogan. “The Happiest Place on Earth” I thought that one was taken already.
...Above the slogan? Oh, you mean the part that says “Welcome to Camp Fuck You Die”? I guess that is less hopeful. It sounds like something the Scary Neighbour Man would call a camp he was running.
…No, I don’t think he’s running it. He wouldn’t have the money to make the signs, build the cabins, pay the counselors, dye the gorillas, hire someone to bring back the zombies or…
Z-ZOMBIES! SQUEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Wait, I know. Zombies can’t usually go in water. I’ll be safe in this lake. Mmmyep, nice and safe. Just a bit of seaweed caught on my foot… wrapping around my leg…
SQUEEEEEE! Shmee, help! Get me out of here!
...No, Shmee, burning the whole camp down is not an option. Not even if it does seem like a really good idea right now. Where would the other campers and the counselors stay then? You’re such a silly bear.
Poll Vote!
Character: Shimazu Yoshino
Series: Maria-sama ga miteru
Character age: ~17
Canon: Lillian Girls' Academy is a garden of maidens. The
pleats on their skirts should not flutter, their sailor collars should
be tidy, walking slowly is preferred here, it's a prim and proper
place. Students also engage themselves in soeur (French for sister)
relationships. An upperclassman (onee-sama is what they call them)
takes in an underclassman (petite soeur) under their wing, guides and
protects them, while the petite soeur supports their onee-sama. What
this means for us is lots of wacky, drama llama, and slightly
subtextual hijinks.
Yoshino was considered the perfect petite soeur. Submissive, adorable,
obedient... mostly because she was too ill to get out of bed. But
since getting heart surgery, her health has improved and her true
colors have begun to shine, i.e. completely topping her onee-sama,
barging into publishing companies to discover an anonymous author's
true identity, forcing people to participate in school sporting
events, and calling Jesus fat while in the Vatican. To sum up, she's
stubborn as hell, will always speak her mind, but still kind of
adorable, in that spunky kind of way.
Sample post:
Good day, everyone. Well, in this place, just plain "hi" will suffice,
right? Because this is camp. Summer camp, wintersession camp,
spring camp, autumn camp- it doesn't matter to me, I like all kinds of
survival camps! Granted, I've never been to one, but I can already
feel the campy atmosphere. Being awoken at at the crack of dawn,
creating friction and fire by rubbing two sticks together, feeling the
cool seaweed slide along your legs in the lake... Yes, all these campy
activities- I can't wait!! ...Really, I can't wait. And I'm getting a
bit hungry, so let's forage for berries!
So, what did you find? "Ladyfingers?" Faaaaail. I know there's
a mess hall, but that's cheating! Besides. Ha. Ha. I get it.
They look like literal "ladies' fingers." If you're going to cheat and
steal food from the mess hall, at least get something better than
stale Halloween leftovers. They've already gone rancid, can't you
smell it? Ugh, well I've lost my appetite. Let's do something active
so I can regain it.
So, let's do something that'll familiarize me with the campgrounds
and build teamwork: triathlon! First stage: swimming across the
lake. Obstacles: the so-called "tentacle monster." The solution is
elementary, my dear Watson. A schoolgirl's natural weakness is the
tentacle monster. Therefore, we can assume that most of the teams will
focus their energy protecting their schoolgirls, but not us.
We're going to use me as bait. While the monster's preoccupied with
me, the rest of you can swim safely across! By doing exactly the
opposite of what's expected, we can win! It's like reverse psychology.
And you truly don't have to worry about me since I've got a
secret weapon. Since coming here, I'd heard a rumor that a tentacle
monster's natural weakness is crabs. And guess what a crab's natural
weakness is? That's right, Japan has the highest consumption of
seafood per person in the world. As a Japanese person, I should have
some fisherman-esque talent in my blood. I'll use my naturally
pronounced crab-wrangling ability, and make the crabs attack the
tentacle monster, which will allow me the chance to slip away. It's
perfect! Isn't it brilliant? You can start praising me now. ...Eh? So
what if this whole tentacles being weak to crabs thing is just a
rumor? We'll never know the rumor's validity until we test it
ourselves, anyway.
Now, let's go!! After all, the one that moves first is assured victory.
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