Not really a Switch but a Rejoin

[Medraut]

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My Old Vault is still up, not sure what else is needed, below is 2 sample RP's, one of my last CJ posts before I went OOC and 1 of my Deidara one's from AD.


CJ RP:

Originally posted by TAFKA CJ
Day Eighteen had begun. Memory Village was nothing more than a silent peaceful village resting in the grassy fields in which it was erected. However this was all about to change as the men of Cell Junior?s Company and the normal citizens of Memory Village were unaware of what lurked on the outskirts of their humble village?

~*~*~*~

Mr. Cell Junior was receiving his first good rest as he slept peacefully in his humble abode, which was quite the upgrade compared to the half assed excuse for a bed he was sleeping on in Hyperton Fortress.

Unfortunately, CJ?s peaceful rest would come to a screeching halt when commotion around his tent picked up. Cell Jr. awoke slowly from the uproar outside but ignored it. He spent the next few minutes rolling around in his bed trying to fall back asleep shrugging off the commotion outside as just late night tavern ruckus. It wasn?t until a lookout man from the Village Gate came barging into his Commander?s tent that CJ realized that this was no ordinary tavern party.

?What,? the groggy General barked as he was approached by the humanoid villager dressed in yellow-clad battle gear. The youthful human made his point loud and clear for his Commander, ?Sir we require your presence at the front gate this instance, we believe we have company.?

?What?? snapped the non-transformer as he grabbed for his Ki-Sword and made haste behind the creature that awoke him in his sleep to the front gate of Memory Village. The wooden gate, which was capped off with sharp points, was starting to close as it had opened to allow those Outcasts who were outside to get within the walls before being locked out. Many of the people running in were somewhat okay with what was going on as most were still somewhat uninformed of what is going on. One person in particular, Toma to be exact, came rushing inside the gates panicking much like a schoolgirl slandered by gossip shouting that the end is near and whatnot.

While Toma ran about panicking, another boy dressed similar to the man who awoke him stood on a makeshift platform jousting inward from the wall as he looked down at CJ. ?Sir, one man approaches, he appears unarmed, dressed in blue clothing.?

By the time the gates had fully closed, word had spread throughout the village that something was stirring in the night and most of the villagers were awake and crowding near their tiny blue leader, most stared at the creature with a blank look as if waiting for something from their Commander. ?What?? said the winged creature as he looked around at the faces staring at him, his attention became drawn back to the scout atop the platform; ?Sir your order?? CJ sighed in frustration, he was no good leader, especially considering he had never led before. The inexperienced Leader had no idea that he had to give an order for practically every action for his troops, he felt like a puppeteer and he didn?t like it one bit.

Cell Junior spoke in confidence assuming great leaders must be confident at all times, ?Oh, don?t fire, let him come in peacefully. One man surely is nothing to worry about.? CJ started to chuckle, ?All this ruckus for one man, for all we know he can be an AWOL Soldier.? Unfortunately, in a few moments, Cell Jr. will discover this isn?t the case and would have hopped so to save himself some grief.

The Dante Messenger approached the gates holding upward a white parchment rolled up and topped off with a piece of string as if it was a white surrendering flag. Slowly the gate crept open as the Messenger baby footed into the inwards of the village stopping at the large crowd, which had encircled the gate opening. The messenger spoke quickly and shortly making his point clear, ?Message for your leader.?

?Come with me,? the winged creature said as he turned heading back deeper into the village signaling for the messenger to follow him. Dante Messenger paced onward following the little blue man in front of him still holding the parchment high in the air as he kept his focus on the leader of the village ignoring all the looks he was receiving from the group of Outcasts. Commander CJ?s tent was the destination as it was made clear when the winged creature entered the tent followed by the messenger, and Toma.

The freckled leader sat down at a makeshift writing table as he held out his hand behind his head with an open palm signaling for the parchment that the messenger was carrying. Toma stood at the tent exit watching over the messenger who stood between CJ and himself making sure nothing tricky was pulled by the messenger. After getting his hands on the note, Cell Jr. unrolled it and read it over, his facial features signaling the bad news, luckily no one could see his facial expression as he started to write down a reply.

Commander Broccoli,

I will not be surrendering to you. Our fight will happen soon enough, but not here, not now. A village is no place for our battle, we will have our battle soon enough, and I can assure you we will not be surrendering at this future date either.

Oh by the way, it?s ?Mr. Cell Junior? to you.

Commander ?Mr. Cell Junior.?

Ending the reply CJ rolled it back up and gave it to the Messenger. ?Hurry back and give that to your leader, you?re free to go.? With that the three emerged from the tent and Cell Junior signaled for the Messenger to be let go to head back to wherever he came from.

The population of Memory Village gathered around their leader?s tent for a quick briefing and Cell Junior climbed up on a few boxes to address his fellow soldiers. ?Men, it appears we will be getting what we wanted since Day 1,? CJ stopped for a brief second and than shouted, ?A FIGHT!? The group went into an uproar as they started their war cries. The winged creature shouted on to keep their attention, ?Unfortunately, the fight will not be taking place tonight, for a village is no place for a fight, it?d be unfair to the citizens here to force them to arms and fight. We will be relocating but I can assure you the fight will happen. It?ll start whenever the opposing army decides to come for us, but for now we move on. Get what you need and make haste we will be traveling slightly.? The crowd dispersed as most ran about getting what they needed and reporting back to their little blue leader.

~*~*~*~

The time came and Cell Junior?s Company was ready to march on. As the group left the village, CJ thanked the villagers for their hospitality and wished for their future health to be a good one as the opposing army came in.

Deidara RP:

Originally posted by Deidara
Deidara was on his legs standing upright as he haphazardly scanned the surrounding room for new toys but due to his poor understanding of the body, he toppled over as the get jerks in his neck caused the boy to lose his balance.

From the now proned position that the Prodigy was in, he noticed the shelf work of which his mother would place his numerous toys, more importantly the board game they played together earlier. Crawling towards the base of the woodwork, Deidara grasped onto the lower shelves to pull himself upright as he glanced upwards at the shelving as though it was a skyscraper.

Without much to think about, the boy began his climbing escapade as he slowly lifted his leg one by one to move up the shelving stories. Climbing as slowly as a sloth, Deidara now stood a miraculous two feet from the floor below, a substantial climb amount for a mere two year old.

Unfortunately, the child?s grip on the shelves began to buckle as the palms attempted to prevent their master from finding other means of activity. The palm mouths began to generate mounds of slobber and licked the wood between the boys hand viciously in attempts to loosen the boys grasp. Surprisingly, it worked and in a swift second, the boy?s hands slid out from the shelving and over his head as he began to fall backwards down towards the floor below.

{IMPACT}

Deidara gasped slightly as he took in the full impact on his backside, a faint ugh escaped his orifice.

The tongues of the palms cheered uncontrollably at their success unfortunately their leader was still unaware of their cheering, as all it appeared to the boy was that they might have been shaking due to the whiplash they might have experienced. But now on his backside, the young boy stared at the book shelving as if waiting for it to come crashing down on top of him in a means of life laughing at him, unfortunately he wouldn?t get a lucky break and was forced to gather himself and get back to his feet.

With his favorite board game now out of reach, Deidara was forced to navigate through the rest of the one story home for entertainment. Sadly the search turned up nothing and the Prodigy Child was forced to sit back at the kiddy table where he had originally begun his search.

The orifice of the two palms began to salivate as the taste of victory had succeeded, the close proximity of the clay made the tongues antsy awaiting their leader to grasp their creations.

The touching of the clay came, but nothing of grasping, mostly punches and slaps as the child pounded away at the play-do in excitement, mesmerized by the toy he had originally ignored.

But punches and slaps can only go so far as the clay laid out flat on the table with marks of Deidara?s fingers, knuckles, and palms evident, it was now time for the Prodigy Child to learn some of his ability that he was currently unaware of.

With a quick snag of one of the clay pancakes, Deidara smashed it between his two hands in enjoyment as he eventually forced it back into a small ball and began clutching it between his palms in pleasure.

A grin came across the child?s face, unaware of what he had created but pleased as though perhaps deep down in his subconscious he did? But whatever the case, the child opened his right palm to find a small doll created, similar to that of the gingerbread man from folklore. Only this one was smooth through yet had small holes for eyes that dipped down slightly similar to bowls. The palms orifice opened slowly from under the clay man as the reddish tongue slowly crept out from under the man seeing what was going on.

{CREEK}

{CREEK}

The sounds echoed behind the wall beside Deidara, as the tongues were aware that one of his parents was coming up and quickly slithered back between their lips awaiting their chance to emerge again. Deidara placed the clay man on top of the table as he rotated his topside to view the entryway to the home waiting to see who would appear to greet him.

[Android-18]

Well since the new CJ hasn't RPed, or even trained in 2 weeks, I'll let you have CJ back.

Should be all done. Pass is qwerty.