MAPs are wild. NOMAPs that don't identify as NOMAPs and are trying to get help are cool with me, but if you're not that, fuck off.

Yeah. If you're doing your best to get help and understand that what you are is wrong, that's fine, I support you. But if you identify as a 'NOMAP', you've already lost. Please get help.

//Man, a lot of tough shit has been goin' on my life lately. But hey, at least I have twitter rp, amirite ladies-

//Yo. So, I've been gone due to extremely personal events. I'm back, though. Hopefully for good.

"Why is everyone I meet nowadays a superpowered badass? I thought I was cool for knowing magic, but like....now I feel lame."

"Who wants some like...beans?" Rei asks, rummaging in her cabinet. "Man, I gotta go shopping.."

"There's so much weird shit going on. Like, gods and stuff are punching it out. I should get the wheelchair and explore."

"Who wants some stuff? I got stuff!" She says, hanging an OPEN sign on her shop window.

You're not getting definitely not goth dick? So you're getting goth dick? Your words confuse my soul, Ash.

Rei slams her fists against the heavy training bag, before finishing the motions with a spinning kick. She groans, rolling her shoulders. "Been a while since I've fought. Can someone spar with me?"

"Um...Miss Cereza? You're monologuing." Rei says, tapping the lady on the shoulder. "Also, have you gotten taller?"

"How do I use Hamon? Someone teach me." Rei asks, not realizing that's not how that works.

Your favorite air hostess.

Is this the mile-high club?

...Why do I get the feeling this isn't an official airline service?

Good to hear, good to hear.

TRIPLE BACKFLIP TIME