Nara-chan

^Please don't double post. Hmmmm...I seem to think Rum is a guy because he's the "right-hand man"

She narrowed her eyes at the rude guy, who bound for the door, asking them to meet him at the park nearby. Really? I'm not controlled by you, you know? She wasn't just pissed at that guy. She now disliked him very much. She returned to silent mode (She really liked thinking that she had two modes: snarky and silent. Most people only see the silent one, since snarky only comes when she's pissed). "Can I gat your names?" What she was doing was very out-of-character for her, since she was more of a backstage gal, but she was the initiator, so might as well... A flurry of names passed. Then, one of them suggested that they take Tsukiko to the hospital, since she seemed pretty beat up. She silently turned to Tsukiko, waiting for a response. ------------

She was about to say, "Was I even debating with you?!" ,but she just inwardly sighed. I'll take your word against you, rude guy. No time for spouting philosophical crap here. The way the guy spouted out philisophical crap reminded her of someone else, but really, there's a time for philosophy and a time for wondering about rude people's identities. A blonde-haired guy had started talking to Tsukiko in...maybe Danish or something? It did sound Scandivanian. This brought her to thinking about languages. She only spoke two: Filipino and English, with English being her better language. She preferred to stick to a few languages and master them all, than to be a jack-of-all-trades. "Hay, nakakainis..." she muttered. The Japanean guy was staring at her, but she dismissed it as a what-the-heck-did-she-just-say expression. She noticed another girl, silently observing. She would rather be like that: observing silently from the sidelines...like she did earlier with these two. ------------ Italics- thoughts and languages other than English.

Hey, I said. "usually wears jeans", not "just wears jeans" And FYI, I'm tall for my age. --------------- She was pissed off. So she started spouting some things in Filipino, her native language. She didn't really care if anyone undertsood or not. "Alangan, sinasabi ko kung hindi kayo Hapon! Alam ko naman na wala pang nadidiskubre na buhay sa ibang planeta!" She crossed her arms, and switched to English. "But you just said something in English, and the people here don't seem dumbfounded, so I can guarantee all of you know how to speak English." "Someone sent us here. She said there were some travelers who were having a rough time, and we better go here to avoid trouble. ---------------- Note: I know three people here will understand what I typed in italics :V

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@AL- John Smith? :3 ----------- Kyoko Sasaki walked off and disappeared into the crowd, leaving her dumbfounded. In that forum where she managed to trick everyone, where she went into a cycle of depression, anger and laughter. Where she met people who called her stupid, never listened, and people who were very snarky and witty. "Nara-chan" was a pseudonym she used to express, at first, boredom and laughter, but after some events, her anger and frustration. No one even knew, even her parents. She wondered how Kyoko-san knew. She then turned to Tsukiko, which was her exact username on DCW. She was stupid to never have noticed. She turned to the older blonde. "You also have an account on DCW? With your name as your username? 5,000-plus posts?" She recieved a confirmation. "What about we go to that restaurant Kyoko-san told us to go to?" ------------- It was a small ramen shop. She was reminded of the time before graduation that she and her mother ate ramen at a nearby store. Her mother would give her right arm to be able to go to Japan. As would she. Now she was here. There was only a group of people eating at the ramen shop. She squinted. It was the group watching the Japanean/Japanglish person get beaten up by the younger guy, who was now rudely dropping meat into the Japanean guy's bowl. She wondered how many times she had to break part of her mantra. "Excuse me? Would you all happen to be foreigners?" she asked, while looking at the tatami flooring of the restaurant.

"Run." Wait...if I run..., but before she could finish pondering, Tsukiko (she wan't Japanese, but her name meant "Moon Child" in Japanese) had grabbed her arm and dragged her a considerable distance before Skeleton Guy did some judo on Tsukiko, bringing her to the ground with a loud CRUNCH While keeping his foot on Tsukiko's leg, he brought out a gun and pointed it at her. She managed to keep a neutral face, although her brain was on panic mode. Her eyes darted around, hoping for a kind soul to come do some epic jujitsu on Skeleton Guy and save them, but there was no such thing in Shibuya, apparently. It was like the three were ghosts. "Hey, are you two alright?!" Finally! Help! Skeleton Guy slowly returned his gun to his holster and his foot off Tsukiko's leg. "Well, I've done...what I can. I'll see you again...under friendlier circumstances..." She blinked, and Skeleton Guy was replaced with a girl. The source of the voice. "Name's Sasaki Kyoko. You..." She was cut off with a yawn. "...Look like a mess." "Call me Mari," she said. She was quite fond of the name, and it seemed like it added mystery to her, if that even makes sense. "Where'd that skeleton guy go?" "What guy? There wasn't even anyone who looked at you!" She yawned again. Is that skeleton guy invisible or something? she wondered. I wonder if we're invisible too, just not our eyes and Kyoko-san's eyes. Or people here are plain inconsiderate -----------

Wait what ;A; ------ While she was waiting for a word to come out of the blonde-haired girl, a human-shaped silhouette appeared near the bench the girl was sitting on. "Excuse me..." he said in a monotone voice. Gosh, I didn't know other people could seem as bored as me! , she said. The bored voice belonged to a near-walking skeleton. His eyes were completely devoid of life: a glittering, listless black. He was so white that she had to wonder if he had come to ask whether they were ghosts which was absolutely creeping him out. His back was bent, like he was too lazy to straighten it. This all contrasted with his police uniform. She wondered if Shibuya was now launching a walking advertisement against police officers. The skeleton man moved his radius and ulna to the base of his skull. "I would...hmmm, how about I have you two come with me?" She would rather be beaten up repeatedly by her baby brother with a book then go with the walking-ad-against-police-officers. "You two...are under arrest for underage drinking and disturbing the peace." Wait, what?! I didn't even touch a beer can! And as far as I know, none of us went on a trigger-happy rampage! She raised an objection, as did the other girl, but the skeleton fired that back at them. "And resisting arrest. Will you...follow me to the station?" She figured it was no use fighting, so she followed skeleton guy. He asked for their names, and she simply whispered her very odd name. Since strangers often mispronounce her name (which was like nails on a chalkboard), she followed up with, "Call me Mari." ---------------

*a letter ...or... *letters

Oi I would never do that. Only smiley spammer here is MK (formerly, at least) I say that because all my efforts are in vain :V

Opening 1- The Pounding of My Heart (original Japanese- Mune ga Dokidoki) Opening 2- TMS never gave a license to any dubbets for "Feel your Heart"

She walked under the scorching hot sun. She wondered if she would experience the whip of the kagerou (heat haze). Hey, that would be cool! I would get superpowers! That is...if I survive.., She reached a park with lots of benches. Maybe she would be able to purchase a cool drink in one of the numerous vending machines. She started scanning the park, and spotted someone who probably wasn't Japanese. From Fusae Campbell in Detective Conan, she knew that natural Japanese can never have blonde hair. Also, Asians are short, but this person was around 5.5 feet in height. That was very weird. But she was 95% sure that the person knew how to speak English. (The other 5% was the possibility that she was a half-Japanese, half-something girl who didn't know how to speak English) So she broke a crucial part of her mantra and stepped towards the girl. "Ehh...um...do you know how to speak English?" -------------- Does that seem too OOC? But she can't deduce anything about English-speaking skills if she can't hear anything from her, so...:V

@Elli No killing before a decision is decided~~ @KKLT- :V EDIT: For fun!

Do nails count? :V

^*facepalm* The logic is called "game theory", by the way.

Statement 45: insertion :V ------------------ Both of them were English speakers, eh? She switched to the boy who had screamed about "picking on someone your size" (Funny, that's often told to older people beating up younger people) and the person with fluffy red hair whose gender was hard to determine. The suspicious-Japanese-who-didn't-sound-Japanese girl was gone. Shibuya was turning weirder every minute. She stuck around a little to see if she could ask on some stuff (nearest convenience store, nearest manga store...), but from his statement, she deduced that he was no native to Shibuya. She closed her eyes for a second, then silently stepped away. No one even noticed her leave. -------------------------- She dropped by a store to buy a bag (so that if she ever found lodging, she would leave the stuff like clothes at the lodging place and bring only the necessities with her). The sun was reaching its zenith, so she found shelter in a 7-11 store. She took that chance to fully unzip her bag and examine it. All was like she had seen before, with the addition of a toothbrush, tissues and her favorite pillow. She stuffed the wallet, the light novel and the cellphone into her newly purchased bag. What am I going to do now?, she asked herself.

No :V

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^Chek's a girl. But don't worry. Many people think she's a guy. And no double posting, please

I mean, no to all the attempts to solve the riddle :V

"Daijobu, gaki?" She recognized the two words: one from basic Japanese, and one from the constant annoyed word that spurt from Kogoro's mouth when Conan interferes. "Are you all right, brat?" "B-b-brat?!" The knocked-out guy seemed older than the knocker-out, so she could see why he was shocked. It was already weird enough, but an unexpected guest crashed in and added more to the weirdness: a random newspaper. It showed off first, doing a somewhat-gymastics routine before slamming in the boy's face. "...dai...jo...bou...desu...ka?" A familiar voice was heard. It was the girl she had bumped into in her mantra-chanting daze. "B-b-boku wa... gwenchanayo...." She narrowed her eyes at the boy. He had invented a new language, which she dubbed "Japanean." "I mean... I'm daijobou." he followed up. Now it's Japanglish? Wait..." "I'm sorry but... could you please tell me why you felt the need to nearly knock me out? Just so we're clear and all." That confirmed it. These two boys were English-speakers. Just what she was looking for. The other girl seemed to reel back. "I-errr...busy...need...to...run!" Her narrowed eyes switched to the girl. She didn't sound Japanese, and there was a high probability that she knew how to speak English properly. She also acted like she knew the boys, but that was very unlikely. The other spectators turned around and left, now that the issue was over, but she remained, silently staring at the two boys smooth things over. ------------------

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"Aaaah! Kochirakoso sumimasen!" That was the reply of the girl who she had bumped into. She didn't look weirded out or anything, so she felt relieved. The girl continues walking in the opposite direction, and so did she. "Now all I need is a snack or something." She brought out her fat wallet, and did some calculations. The sum was incredible (she really wanted to go to the generous soul that gave her this chance and offer to be a slave or something), but she decided to budget it. Of course, anime/manga merchandise got a high priority on the budget list. Ughhhh, I need someone who actually speaks English here! she mentally groaned. She felt something fuzzy near her sneakers. It was a cat! But there wasn't just one cat, the street was filled with them! Okay, that was exaggeration, but it was unnatural for cats to suddenly pop out of nowhere in a city. On the opposite side of the street, instead of felines, people were gathered, albeit not as many as the cats. "Could it be a KID impostor heist?" she wondered, and crossed the street and peeked at the commotion. ------------------

No to all of you~~~ Why not try the pirate problem? It's fun to solve~