Stride 001 | Text;

[j3gus.livejournal.com]

i need someone to give me the low down
a little explanation as to why i got robbed and kidnapped
and why i have a phone full of contacts
access to this really shitty looking a/v chat
im a hungry mind yearning for knowledge
undulating in wait for a savage assault on my tender think pan
but as much as i want out of this retarded looking shithole
i dont think i quite have the cash for it
so along with my unquestionably insatiable desire for throbbing enlightenment
i may need one of you weirdos to lend me like 500 bucks
alright peace
ps: thanks for not raping me

Comments

[j3gus.livejournal.com]

[Dave just sort of takes off, assuming Homura's good enough to shoot freely without popping him in the back or something. That would just be a lame way to go. Oh, wait--

Without much adieu, he jumps past a dancing hand, doing a pirouette off of its base before slicing it in the back with his sword.]

Oh, man, these enemies are godawful and shitty.

[witchless.livejournal.com]

[She'll shoot at a Primitive Idol]

Every one starts somewhere.

[j3gus.livejournal.com]

Come on, isn't this a little weak? [He didn't wait for it to retaliate--only really giving it another harsh slice through its center to finish it.]

Bring on the fuckin' tables.

[witchless.livejournal.com]

Just wait for one to approach. [Another shot to the idol and an Agi.]

[j3gus.livejournal.com]

You're the senior. [Dave, tapping his sword against his shoulder, glanced aside at the shadows that were circling. They looked really weird until they got close, though.

Jumping back the moment he saw another Visceral Maya, Dave held his sword in a defensive stance.]

Got a V.M, Homerun.

[witchless.livejournal.com]

Alright [Phoenix materializes and shoots of an Agi at the shadow-

it's not quite down yet though.]

[j3gus.livejournal.com]

You're quick on the uptake. [He was thoroughly impressed, but it looked like that spell wasn't going to do the trick.

Dave darted aside so he could put another dancing hand in the way of the Visceral Maya, slicing at one of its fingers before continuing.]

So, an hour of this? Sounds fun.

[witchless.livejournal.com]

An hour every night. [Another Agi and the Visceral Maya falls over]

Though you can't get in alone.

[j3gus.livejournal.com]

It's fine. I'm tired of grinding this kind of thing alone, anyway.

[Dave, glancing over his shoulder, swung and took out yet another Dancing Hand. Up front, one of the Crying Tables was approaching.]

[witchless.livejournal.com]

Good.

[She'll shoot at the Crying Table.]

It's much safer this way. I have acquaintances I go in with most nights.

You can join us.

[j3gus.livejournal.com]

Cool. [Rushing to the side of the Crying Table just to save time after Homura damaged it, Dave sliced through it and finished it.]

Do they have names that I can turn into awful puns to lighten the mood from time to time?

[witchless.livejournal.com]

[Good, this teamwork thing works wonderfully!

She'll shoot an Agi at a Dancing Hand- instantly k.o. it.]

Their names are Sayaka, Kyouko and Madoka.