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[otaku_hitman]

Travis woke up suddenly. Now he was pretty damn sure this wasn't where he'd started. Last he remembered was falling off a building after fighting that annoying pizza bat (whatever) brat. That little fucker gave Travis a run for his money. He was pretty sure falling off a building didn't usually end up with him in a very nice bed with some silky

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[berrypilot]

The sudden, violent swing of the door made the petite pinkette press herself back into the wall, eyes round with heart-pounding surprise. Any slower and she would have been knocked right out! Definitely not a good thing to be in a place like this.

"You should really be more careful!" Ichigo meeped.

[ Totally knew there would be a reason to dig this journal out again someday. Excuse the EXTREME lack of icons. x| ]

[otaku_hitman]

Travis stopped in his tracks and turned at the sound. What a cute voice and a cute girl. Wait a sec. He knew that face. He practically had every piece of merchandise ever that this series had made and watched the anime religiously. He even had a mecha built to be a Glastonberry. (Yeah he was only reiterating his otaku-ness....)

Anyway, a rather broad smile spanned his face. "Moe~" was the only thing which came out.

[ oh good lord, you have made my day ]

[berrypilot]

She was peeling herself from the wall, a hand pressing over the hard thump, thump, thump that was still drumming under her chest. So much for that nap she'd been hankering for. Nearly being KOed by a door did a lot to wake up a person.

Blinking at him, her brow furrowed slightly before a smile was offered.

"Huh? Oh, no, my name is Ichigo."

[otaku_hitman]

Oh he knew that but it was like meeting a celebrity in person. A very hot moe celebrity. Travis just couldn't keep his eyes of her chest. It was kinda hanging out there.... He'd dreamed of meeting the Glastonberry magical girls but never thought he'd actually meet them. Which is why he was certain he was dreaming.

Okay, if he knew he was dreaming, he had control of the dream, right? So he imagined the other girls were there and they were all sitting at some hot classy restaurant or something. Ready go.

..... Nope? Well fuck.

"Travis Touchdown," he pointed stupidly at himself. "Great name, yeah?"

[scoldthestakes]

No.

It couldn't be.

That perverted assassin who just had to put on his growling voice to get her wet in the panties was back. Just as much as Satan was glad he was out of her hair, some deep, dark, twisted part of her was happy to see him again. The petite, curvy Stake of Purgatory expressed her affection the only way she knew how. With rage.

"Why the hell are you back?!"

[otaku_hitman]

"The fuck are you talking about?!" Travis stared back at her, frowning as hard as he could.

Well now that he was looking at her, she did have a pretty damn curvy body, but she was far too clothed for his tastes. He couldn't even look down her blouse!

[scoldthestakes]

Alternates. The thought occurs to her too late, and she sighs, hiding her disappointment with indifference, turning to leave. "My apologies. I thought you were someone else."

[otaku_hitman]

Travis was still unamused, though he was attempting to undress her in his mind. If this was some fucked up dream, he might as well enjoy it.

He looked off to the side, tapping the beam katana hilt on his shoulder. "Who the hell else do I look like?" he frowned. "I'm a fucking original, star of my own damn game." He didn't even look like his brother. Then again, he didn't even know he had a brother until the first game. God this was just confusing.

[goawayotaku]

Naomi was apparently very unlucky today. The morning had started out uneventfully enough at least. Wake up, go out to eat some breakfast, read a popular mechanics magazine in the lounge... Unfortunately in this place things never things never stayed stable. Something was bound to happen.

And that something cam in the form of someone crashing strait into her cleavage as soon as she turned the corner.

Oh and it was the Otaku of all people. Fan-fucking-tastic.

"You're JUST what I needed to see right now," she snapped, mouth set into a frown.

[otaku_hitman]

Poor poor Naomi. Travis was in a particularly odd mood, believing this was some hallucination or some kind of dream. That didn't mean he wouldn't add a few comments or two, telling the world of his great opinions!

"I'm always what you need to see right now." And the view he had sure was great. Her outfit never left much to his imagination, which wasn't exactly a bad thing (for him, at least). "And I think I got a fucking screw loose in this thing." He rattles the katana around a bit, making whatever was inside clink.

[goawayotaku]

"You've got a fucking screw loose in that skull of yours, is what you've got," she sighed and shook her head, snatching the katana from his his hand. It took her only a few minutes and the help of the multitool she always had on hand, but she began to tighten everything up and make a few adjustments, "You need to treat this a little better, otaku. It's a delicate piece of equipment. If you're not careful it could go on the fritz and chop off your equipment."

[otaku_hitman]

He frowned at her sharply. "Yeah fucking right," he scoffed. She was out of her mind. He brought stuff to her to fix and she made money. What was the big deal? She was the hot mechanic, after all, who could fix and build any-fucking-thing.

"I fell off a building!" he shot back. "At least it was in one damn piece." He still wasn't entirely sure how he'd survived that.

[reverbates]

"Fifth floor, all rooms have been checked. Still no sign of master Vincent." Echo murmured to herself as she jotted down the note into her journal and rounded the corner. She tucked the little book back into a pocket and her floppy sleeves swayed as she walked. She was taken by surprise when she heard the door being kicked open and spun around. With a blade drawn, she looked at the person.

"One should be more careful when opening doors or they may end up hurting someone, Echo says." Referring to herself in the third person was something that the Nightray servant was used to. It was a part of her every day life. She tilted her head to the side and looked the man over.

[otaku_hitman]

Travis frowned at the girl, as she had interrupted his awesome door kicking. He reached for the katana but noted she didn't have any. He was wary of seemingly innocent people after that Kimmy chick attempted to kill him in a fit of love (or whatever that was).

"Who the fuck is Echo?"

[reverbates]

She put the blade away, pocketing it.

She pointed to herself. "Echo is Echo." She said and gave a respectful bow.

[otaku_hitman]

Sneaky little blade. He stared at her. He'd only heard people in anime speak like that. It was kind of... cute.

"You always talk in third person?" Travis stared at her.

[never_sang]

The sound of a door kicking open sends Miku jumping back a couple feet. She blinks at the angry man and attempts a smile. "Um, is something wrong? Maybe I can help you." If he was new, his anger was understandable, and the least she could do was help him.

[otaku_hitman]

"Huh?" He looked down at the cute, probably Asian girl. Well this was just his lucky day, wasn't it? Out of a sleezy hotel room and straight in front of a moe. She looked like she could be a magical girl by that appearance, but any good magical girl wouldn't give away her secret identity. Of course not.

"Where the hell is this?" he asked. He wasn't the charming type when it came to speaking. Well when it came to anything, really.

[never_sang]

Miku pushed up her glasses. "It's the love hotel. Nobody knows who owns it, if anyone owns it. People get dragged here all the time, but sometimes, the hotel sends them back." She pauses, biting her lip. "There's also aphrodisiacs in the air and food, since all this hotel seems to like doing is get people in bed together..."

[otaku_hitman]

"A love hotel?" Travis echoed. "A fucking love hotel? Like those places in Japan where everyone sleeps with everyone else?" Yeah his knowledge of international hotels wasn't that great. He just made stuff up sometimes. But for once, it seemed true.

"You fucking serious?" Now he wondered if Sylvia was here. He could finally get her in bed. Damn woman kept evading him.