"Oh, but you don't have to brat, you think you're the man, captain of the football team, you go out with the pretty girl and go to school, you reigned, but friends." He said as he walked past Brad and looked at everyone.
Mark Fletcher: [tall, lanky, glasses, violet hair, nerdy style. His eyes, light black, peer intelligently over the frames. Despite financial constraints, he proudly sports a 1940s-inspired ensemble: slightly oversized trousers, untucked and faded shirt, patched cardigan, and scuffed shoes, all worn with vintage charm]
"... She was raped... She suffered from severe internal bleeding. She suffered from multiple internal lacerations. Inside... her... they found a few broken pieces of glass and multiple samples of DNA from at least 6 individuals."
Got Stuck in Overlord as a NPC, Now I'm in Sothoryos?!
"Ah, you're awake!" For some reason, Rumi sat in the kitchen in the dark as she saw Ren's sleepy state, "My~ What a nice body..." She complimented with a smug expression as she looked Ren's body up and down.
"Lopunny (Can you change your hair color and put on the mask?)" I was still confused, but I put the backpack aside and transformed back into my Zorua form. Before transforming into Rimuru, only this time I had black hair and red eyes, along with the mask on, which surprised me that I could still see even though it practically covered my eyes. I tried taking it off, nothing extraordinary happened, and it seems to be just a normal mask.
"I guess your powers don't work on me..." I quickly shrugged with a smile. Whatever her abilities were, they had no effect on me. It was a stupid move, sure, but one had to take risks in life, if one didn't, wouldn't be much of a life would it?
Man I felt you this week Im dying from the same thing
I'm sick, I have a very soar throat and my head is killing me, that I can't even look at this screen for too long so, I'll posting again when I feel better...
Percy Jackson: Son of Hades - Prince of the Underworld
"You—! You think you're all safe now, huh? I'll show you! Fight me!" Nappa surged to his feet, his face contorted with anger, unable to tolerate the disrespect from the Namekian of all people. As he stood, his left arm hung somewhat loosely.
"Haha, you've got the makings of greatness!" Nappa's eyes gleamed with genuine excitement as he envisioned a bright future for Gohan that only he could see. "I can train you to become an elite warrior, just like I trained Vegeta. Although, I have to admit that he didn't really need my training to grow to his current height."