The president placed his hands on the table, fingers still clasped. He cleared his throat. P: "Our organization operates with discretion, ensuring the maximum safety for all our members." -->

The president took a long, considering puff from his cigar, then exhaled the smoke away from the three. He reached for a button beneath his desk. -->

Akemi pondered for a moment, index finger resting on her chin. Then, with a fluid, practiced movement, she knelt beside Cerise's companion and began to search his coat. Her palm smoothed over the fabric, searching for the tell tale outline of a gun, a knife, a wire. -->

Akemi lifted her glass of whisky, the crystal rim just touching her lips, when the heavy metal doors of the club swung open. A subtle glance to her left confirmed it: Cerise had entered with a companion, their coats as they settled at a table behind her. -->

⠀⠀ HIBISCUS New role title, new group, who this? ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

>> 𝓢𝓲𝓰𝓷𝓪𝓵 << > a closed starter for @stealthtempo.bsky.social < -->

Ranma waddled up to a neighborhood door, gripping a duck shaped basket. The weight of the situation bearing down, she squeezed the handle tightly before letting go with one hand. She reached out and knocked three times with deliberate force, then returned her hand to the basket's handle. -->

A mischievous smirk painted Akemi's lips as she gazed up at Cerise. "Well..." She began, folding her hands beneath her chin. "The requests are in the book. They're all yours." -->

Pulling open the heavy metal door, they stepped into the stairwell. After a short climb, they stood before Akemi's apartment. A plain, wooden door was adorned with a single, polished brass nameplate: "Roppongi Akemi". -->

Akemi scooted in next to Cerise, the plush leather of the rear bench sighing as she settled in. The man with the sunglasses gently closed the door, allowing the soft close mechanism to seal it with a quiet whirr and a click. -->

⠀ㅤᝰ. ࣪ ˖ ⠀ㅤ⠀⠀ㅤ𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖 𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛'𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒 , ⠀ㅤ⠀⠀ㅤ𝑚𝑦 𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑡 .ᐟ ˎˊ˗ ㅤ⠀⠀ㅤ⠀⠀ㅤ⠀⠀ㅤ⠀⠀ ㅤ⠀⠀ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ⠀⠀ㅤ ㅤ⠀⠀ㅤ #MVRP / #POKEMONRP

私の恋人... @red-beauty.bsky.social

Akemi slung her sidebag over her shoulder, and started walking, gesturing for Cerise to lead the way. The rest of the customers watched in eager silence as the two women left Cha-Cha Maru. -->

Akemi dumped Denji's torn, blood stained t-shirt, and her bloody top into the washing machine, tossed in two detergent capsules, and filled the reservoir with a cup of rose scented rinse aid. She turned the rotary dial, eliciting a satisfying crank, and then pressed the large start button. -->

🕸️ char Rules to Live By: 1. Don't be weird to people. 2. Don't be weird to people. 3. Leave women and femme identifying writers TF alone. 4. Stay out of DMs unless welcomes or openly invited. 5. Don't be fucking weird to people. 6. Try very hard to not be fucking weird to people.

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⛓️‍💥⫘⫘ “𝚂𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎.” ♡ + ↻ .ᐟ ⫘⫘⫘⛓️‍💥⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

Akemi opened her door to find a small, furry creature standing on her doorstep, blinking up at her from within an oversized pumpkin costume. Right. It was Halloween. The yakuza woman knelt down, her expression softening as she inspected his outfit. She gave him a gentle smile. -->

Akemi let out a snicker. "Yeah... yeah..." She slowly reached out and gently squeezed Denji's arm with her soft hands, her fingers carefully probing for any other injuries. -->

@red-beauty.bsky.social Already proved he'd do it for nothing.

She took a sip. "What's with your obsession with rich people, anyway?" She asked, a genuine note of confusion in her tone. -->

Akemi jerked her head back as Cerise summoned a baton, its tip aimed squarely at her neck. The response was instantaneous. A symphony of sharp clicks echoed through Cha-Cha Maru as every customer drew a pistol, aiming at Cerise's head from every conceivable angle. -->

Her eyes widened as she watched Cerise casually pull out a stack of 10,000 yen bills, around 60,000 yen ($400). A slow reach for her wallet confirmed it. Half the bills were missing. -->

She lets out a giggle.

"We both know that your birthday suit works the best."

"I prefer the bodysuit, but the bathrobe is fine too." Blows a kiss.

Akemi raised an eyebrow here. Her gaze fixed on Cerise, her own mouth magnified and distorted by the brownish hue of the whisky glass. She took the final sip and set the crystal down with a clink. -->

🕸️ Char Thanksgiving time! Thankful for this community and the people in it.

"Oh." Akemi glanced down at the set she had brought to Cha-Cha Maru: black lingerie, black pantyhose, and a pair of Prada pumps with diamond inserts. She let out a soft giggle, and took a sip from her glass. Setting it down gently, she looked back at Cerise, a charming sparkle in Akemi's eyes. -->

Akemi's eyes widened as Cerise's voice skipped a couple octaves, expressing concern of Akemi's gaze. A sly smile spread across Akemi's own lips. "Name's Roppongi Akemi." She said gleefully. "Pleasure to meet you." She reached out her hand, the offer of a handshake feeling friendly.

afti. i hate bringing up hours old dramas, but i can assure everyone that the two muses were blocked, and will not interact with any of my muses again

"I see." Akemi said with a subtle smile, before taking another slow, appreciative sip of her whisky. She set the glass down with a soft thunk, her gaze locking onto the woman beside her. A sly chuckle escaped her lips. "I'm a businesswoman myself." -->

afti.

"I DON'T HAVE POINTY EARS!!!"

"Kurt." "My entire apartment has surveillance." "And the videos are clearly showing a blue figure spinning around and humping the curtains."

"A week ago, you started dancing on my curtains like it was a striptease pole while drunk." "Then brought the whole fucking thing down with you."

"You still have to pay for my curtains."

B: "Certainly." A soft smile. The bartender turned, his hands moving with caution as he collected the bottles. Vodka, rum, gin, tequila, and triple sec. He lined them up on the counter, pulled out a shaker tin, and began pouring, his eyes measuring the ratios with. -->

"...where the fuck is my gun?"

"oh! a-alright, th-thank you!" -didn't expect anyone to bite but, sing she shall-

"Root beer gets a pass."

"If you give me alcohol free beer, I'll blow your brains out."

-Purple Haired Catgirl -Waitress/delivery gal for the Neko-Hanten -Sweet and kind or a human wrecking ball, varies by day, hour, or minute #Ranma #ranma1/2 #ranmarp #rumicworld #MVRP Minors DNI

🌸-ˋˏ ༻⋅•⋅⊰∙∘♡∘∙⊱⋅•⋅༺ ˎˊ-🌸 𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘐'𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘢 𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵... 𝙒𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙏𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙈𝙚 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙖 𝘽𝙤𝙮𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙒𝙝𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙂𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 🌸-ˋˏ ༻⋅•⋅⊰∙∘♡∘∙⊱⋅•⋅༺ ˎˊ-🌸 (づ๑•ᴗ•๑)づ ♡+↻

⠀ㅤ✶⋆.˚ ⠀ㅤ⠀⠀ㅤ𝑖 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 , 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 , 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝙝͟𝙖͟𝙩͟𝙚 𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑠 .ᐟ ˎˊ˗ ㅤ⠀⠀ㅤ⠀⠀ㅤ⠀⠀ㅤ⠀⠀ ㅤ⠀⠀ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ⠀⠀ㅤ ㅤ⠀⠀ㅤ #MVRP / #RUMICRP

✧˖°── .✦────☼༺💙༻☾────✦.── °˖✧ 「 🔷 𝚃𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚒 𝙺𝚞𝚗𝚘 🔷 」 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐩 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 ✧˖°── .✦────☼༺🔷༻☾────✦.── °˖✧

Akemi's eyes fell on the blood Denji had coughed up onto the pavement. A single drop splashed onto her dress, blooming into a dark, wet stain. "You did great, Denji." She said, her voice soft but firm. -->