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It was a hot summer for Yomi and Dead Master. The two decided to get some cold ice cream from the general store. But, they both realized later that was a bad decision. It being a hot day in Japan for the two identical girls.
The two were walking home together with a freshly bough bucket of ice cream. Yomi had started to say,
“De-chan, are you alright carrying the ice cream?,” she said as a sweat drop rain down her neck.
“Hm? Oh this? Nah, don’t worry about it Yomi, I’m fine. Good thing you brought a parasol for today. Phew, it’s hot even if we’re under it.”
Yomi giggled at her comment. “You say that, yet you’re the one wearing short shorts with your bikini top and summer jacket.” eyes trailing on a few drops of sweat running down on her stomach. She remarked “De-chan, you have such a nice body….”
“Oh, thank you Yomi. I am you in a sort of way, so you’re practically telling that to your own reflection, haha. You have a nice bod too.”
“Hm?” said Yomi as she heard someone knocking on the door. She walked to her bedroom window and saw Kagari, right infront of the door. “Oh, Kagari,” she said then ran to the front door, steadily taking each step on the stairway.
She opened the door and said,”Hi, Kagari,” then smiled at her childhood friend.
“Hmm….,” went Dead Master and then she summoned her scythe to her side. And then started twirling it with only one hand, on the right side of her bed. She let it fly up into a few inches of the air and let it hit the ground, cracking it.“My scythe certainly is heavy isn’t it? And, I did indeed mean that you were cute,” said Dead.
She watched as Dead tossed her Scythe up in the air and followed it until it hit the ground.
“Yeah… I guess it has to be heavy enough to knock you out…”
She blushed at the compliment, but frowned.
“You shouldn’t say things that aren’t true.”
She looked at her self for a moment. Black didn’t think she was cute at all. Her body was covered in scars and her face was always dirty and she didn’t smile often…
She’s gotta be joking… what the hell is so ‘cute’ about me?
“Hm?” went Dead Master, as she noticed Rock’s dirt cover face. She grabbed a handerchief from nearby and proceeded to clean Rock’s messy complexion.
“There we go! All better now?” asked the horned and black dressed girl. “Rock, you were cute when you sleeping beside me on the bed. How can you NOT be cute?” she addressed the scar cover girl.
She had no clue what the hell got into Dead, who was practically stripping her now. Black felt the rubble under her now bare feet, not liking where this was leading to. She didn’t like the feeling of being venerable, now if she were to get free she wouldn’t be able to fight as well because she wouldn’t be able to get a proper grip on the ground. Then, suddenly she felt Dead’s claws on her cheeks. Her eyes widened as she watched her get closer, closing her eyes in the process. Suddenly she felt herself begin closing her eyes and drift closer. So close.
The scythe then fell on Dead’s head, knocking her unconscious and bringing Black back to reality, realizing that she was now free of Dead’s chains, only to be knocked down by her body. Dead’s head rested right between her breasts, though there was almost nothing there… she was rather flat. She maneuvered the knocked out body to the side and got up to her feet, taking her boots from where they lay and putting them on. She began to make her way back to her area of this realm, but something inside her stopped her. Looking over her shoulder at where Dead was asleep a small twinge in her gut had pity on her. She could just leave her there, hell she can just finish her off now… but something didn’t feel right.
Something about Dead’s actions made her blush. Did Dead really ever want to hurt her? Or was she just trying to get with her? Where her actions about what she felt, or what maybe she wanted Black to feel for her. Because in those last moments before the scythe had fallen on Dead’s head Black had wanted their lips to meet.
What the hell… why do I feel obligated to take care of her now?
She walked over to the girl laying on the ground. Her face seemed so peaceful as she slept… It reminded her of… Yomi. Picking her up Black carried her back to her own place. When they arrived she placed her on the makeshift bed she had… if you can even call it that, and she took a seat on a chair, facing it towards the bed and she waited for her to awaken.
A day passed by while Dead was resting.
Her eyes started to twitch, signaling that she was going to wake up. She slowly opened her eyes to see Black Rock lying on her bed. She squinted slightly, as she didn’t have her glasses on. She reached on the inside of her dress, from around her breasts, and took out what seemed to be another pair. She put them on and smiled at Rock’s lovely face sleeping. She gently rubbed her unconscious head, stroking her hand down her hair.
(Source: deads-black-rock-shooter, via deads-black-rock-shooter)
“Huh? Oh, you’re hungry? Um, just a minute, I’ll check and see what there is..,” she said to the scarfed woman, as she approached the fridge.
She opened the door and found a few things she could give to Roda. There were maladeines and cookies from…
There was another girl? They look very similar. Roda waved back, as it was only polite. “Are you her sister?” She asked ‘De-chan’.
Dead Master nodded her head left and right.
“She isn’t. In a sort of sense, she is me, but she handles the pain that I go through in my life. Most people refer to her existence as an Other Self,” she explained to Roda.
DING!
“Ah, foods done,” Yomi said while she opened the microwave and grabbed a plate at the same moment. She then said, “You’ll have to excuse De-chan, she’s a bit of a quiet person.”
“Huh? Oh, you’re hungry? Um, just a minute, I’ll check and see what there is..,” she said to the scarfed woman, as she approached the fridge.
She opened the door and found a few things she could give to Roda. There were maladeines and cookies from Kagari, a small bowl of curry from last night’s dinner, and two day old vegetable stir fry her mother made a few days ago. It was still fresh, being wrapped up and covered in plastic.
“Would you like the veggie stir fry with some rice? It’s still good,” she asked Roda, as she was still looking around.
“Anything’s fine,” Roda couldn’t help but feel that she was troubling the new girl. “I’m so sorry to bother you.”
“It’s fine,” she said. The two heard foot steps approaching the room. It was Dead Master, coming from her daily morning showers. She was still drying off her wet, black hair.
Yomi took the plate of stir fry out of the fridge, then proceeded to warm it up for 30 seconds in the microwave. She told her Other Self, “Oh, De-chan, this is Roda.”
Dead Master waved a hello towards the ninja like woman.
my-name-is-roda started following you
“Oh, hello. My name’s Yomi. Nice to meet you, Roda.”
She smiled weakly. “Hello, Yomi. Could I pardon you to ask if you have anything to eat? I’m starving, you see.”
“Huh? Oh, you’re hungry? Um, just a minute, I’ll check and see what there is..,” she said to the scarfed woman, as she approached the fridge.
She opened the door and found a few things she could give to Roda. There were maladeines and cookies from Kagari, a small bowl of curry from last night’s dinner, and two day old vegetable stir fry her mother made a few days ago. It was still fresh, being wrapped up and covered in plastic.
“Would you like the veggie stir fry with some rice? It’s still good,” she asked Roda, as she was still looking around.
have a goodnight :) I’ll have a reply to the RP by tomorrow :D
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![I hate seeing rpers get discouraged. Just because your name wasn’t on a picture, or you don’t get asks, or no one rps with you a lot don’t get sad. Everyone has that time where things are slow for them, thats just how rping is. It’ll pass, you’ll start rping again you just can’t let yourself become sad. What I’m saying is don’t give up.
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