Toshiflow

I think I did my first rps back in like 2008 or 9 on a website called chatango in my very early teens. It was kind of like here, actually. Did some fandom rps and erps. It was a pretty wild time. Think I got catfished on there once but I never confirmed. Though, if you count some of the garbage I did on IRC chats and AIM messenger, It might be like 2006 even.

Sure thing. I'd like to pop in every now and then so yes a townie might be a good fit since I think a student would have some commitments I might not be able to make.

Apologies about that. It might be a good idea to reopen the position. I've taken a bit more on my plate than I can handle, I think. Plus, I start class in few weeks and at that point I think any possibility of having enough time for keeping up with a whole club is probably going to be gone. Feel free to do so.

You're god damn right I do! I fuck with him hard. First album of his I heard was at 1am on a Tuesday I think. Few hours and an entire back catalogue later I had some of the best sleep I ever lost hahah. I really vibe with the voice of everything he arranges and puts together. It's not always the same tone but somehow he has a very specific essence to his stuff. Something about the old drum samples he uses and the timing of his lick and solo samples I think. Fucking hard mood. I've listened to it enough now that I know most of the songs at this point and I can really only use it as white noise at this point or for some REALLY basic shit to try and jam with if I'm feeling tired. Sometimes it's nice to just sit in one key and dance around for a hot sec and the songs change enough that its kinda like a light workout the scales they're in. I checked out that song and it's pretty fucking good. I feel like this could've been sampled and thrown right onto To Pimp a Butterfly. Kendricks usually so good about scouting talent, I wonder if he'll do some shit with him. Their sounds sound like they'd mesh so well if he'd just hit a little more sour in tone. The big shit here though is I recognized the name until I dived into the discog a bit and saw Moments of Flow and realized Melon covered it like a year ago. Moments of Flow really brings out what you were saying with that bassist. Dude's an enigma and I love it. But a fucking XYLOPHONE AND BASS duet smacked me in the face. It was so good! Thanks for the recco, I'm probably gonna dive this guy tomorrow. Lemme trade ya back something you prob know already but god if you don't lemme hit you with some mop top since I prob can't keep up with an actual jazz artist on recommendations lol

Is it time? Can I throw funk and jazz recommendations at people now

He wanted to vomit. Red lights circled and cyclically illuminated the brave face Harry tried to put on. Tight lips and a scrunched face gave him away, though. He hated shuttles. The craft yawed and the restraints holding his precious crates and equipment audibly strained against the force pressuring them. His hand shot to the side in the cramped quarters, trying to steady his gear. His head would roll through a bureaucratic guillotine if he lost a single piece of equipment on this expedition. The shuttle shook and rumbled in a disquieting display of piloting as it descended through the atmosphere. He regretted not listening to the quartermaster on the station. He told had told him it would be an iffy way down and that he should get a second trip for the gear. Grant money only goes so far, though. He thought he could be stingy. That, and that the guy might be hustling him. A heave bubbled up from his gut and he willed it back down as the ship yawed again. He hated shuttles. He almost regretted calling in nearly every favor he had to get this expedition approved. He smirked through the unease. Almost. This was going to make his career. He'd managed to keep the prospectors story a secret, even from the committees and board of directors. It had taken him a fair chunk of his savings, but he'd managed to keep the old survey pilots tales of a monolith in the middle of the Highwoods of Territh Beta under wraps with an incentivizing bribe. He hadn't bought eternal silence, of course, but a head start was all he needed. The ship rolled again and his breakfast poked at his throat. Damn station vendors. Why did streetfood have to be so good? He gripped the hand bars and sighed. It wouldn't be too much longer, only a few minutes they said. He looked up to his grad student. He almost envied them. He missed living under the illusion everyone above him knew what the hell they were doing. They probably had a rough idea this operation wasn't all it seemed to be, but that's why he picked them. He smiled reassuringly to them. "Rim pilots. Gotta love em, right?"

Hayate's manic grin spread back over his face as he leaned back, taking his own drag. He blew his smoke towards the dim grey flower, and then turned back to her. "Good, right? I've have been searching for someone who had an appreciation for the like for some time now. If you do end up taking one of my classes, I could offer extra credit for your assistance as compensation, of course. If you're interested, it would be quite nice to have someone help with tending to the plant. They can be quite needy sometimes..." He narrowed his eyes poignantly at the tobacco plant. It almost seemed to droop a bit. He laughed and slapped his leg. cigar nearly falling out of his mouth. He gave another puff to the flower before continuing. "And. I wouldn't say I have someone to talk to. Plants can be very talkative, but rarely are they adept at listening." He ran a finger over the drooped tobacco plant, bringing it back up to its prior position. He smiled. "Speaking of listening! You don't need to study to be smart. Most people learn by doing, and i am one of most people!" He laughed at himself and crossed a leg over another, leaning an elbow on the table as he took another drag. As he exhaled, his expression fell into a genuine intensity. He looked to back to her. "If you do need to speak about anything, though. I reiterate. I am more than willing to listen. Something else or deeper is obviously troubling you."

He tapped the table and it hardened in her grip. He grinned and knocked on the table. "Sometimes, revenge is most sweet without blood or broken bones. Grip all you like, Ironwood is a sturdy enchantment." He finished grinding the leaves before them and rolled them into rough cigars. He retrieved another seed from his pocket and willed it to bloom, producing another smoke eater. He turned towards her and with a less erratic smile "I'll concern myself with what I please, you can only hear plants complain about taking each others light in so many ways before going a little mad." He laughed. "My students problems are comparatively interesting in their own right, especially ones concerning delightful ones like you and your ilk!" He lifted a finger to her chin and quickly dragged her jaw down, placing the impromptu cigar in her lips before flipping his wrist and closing it in kind. He held the other to his own and quirked an eyebrow, looking between the two unlit rolls. "You mind?" He said, out of the corner of his mouth.

Mr. Toshirmura perked an ear up to the door as she walked in, keeping his eyes on the task before him. "You might be surprised how cooperative wood is when you just ask nicely." A jovial grin crossed his face as he flicked his wrist and let the vine handle the stirring he was handling. He turned to her as she approached and accepted the flower, stroking a petal with his finger. He took the smoke eater and placed it into a small vase for the moment. He stopped for a moment, inspecting her. "Thank you, Zadira. Yes, I'm making quite a few." He lifted his eyebrows in understanding, seemingly unrelated to what she spoke of. "Mana and Restoratives are quite the easy brew to mass produce. There's a whole wide world of possibilities out there, though." He took her hand suddenly and began to lead her to the back of the classroom with a return of his typical aloof grin. "Here! Come. You're practically oozing stress responses. I promised you a sampling of my personal blend! I may be no tobacconist, but I find it quite soothing." He led her through a door in the back that opened into a high roofed glass greenhouse. It was rather warm and humid inside, a new dew of water resting on the rows of assorted plants. He picked a leaf off of a few plants and quietly thanked them for their donation. He sat at a work table and waved his fingers at the leaves, green color draining from them. He ground the tobacco in a slow, confident, manner. "Sit. Tell me what has you wound to the point that you are."

Hayate stands before an elaborate display of glassware and shelved reagents. The door to the large room stands open as he moves to and from several active reactions. He manages the with a calm, focused, attention. Vined potted plants sit in each work station. As he works, he occasionally gives an idle flick of his wrist causing the vine to hand him this ingredient or that. An enlarged eye of some creature here, a clipping from some creatures wing there. A sprinkle of some bright blue powder, and a fizzling drop of some acrid solution. He idly thinks of the students whom he met in the assembly hall and their interests in his fields of study.

Hayate looks to the daemoness @Multiversal and nods in understanding. "Fantastic news, then. Your enthusiasm and lack of fear will prove beneficial to your studies if you choose to apply both them and yourself. Potions and transformatives are both very wide topics with a great breadth of things to learn and master!" He did know of her... struggles with prior years. "If you find other classes difficult to motivate yourself in, we can work to find something a bit more stimulating for you, I am quite sure." With an ambiguous smile, he turned back to the wolf boy @Thatannoyinggod and the dragoness @RadChad "I have quite a few openings in both my classes, sadly. It seems that without my explanation of the topics they don't seem very interesting to young students such as yourself!" He laughed and looked to the dragoness with a quizzical look on his face, losing himself in thought for a few minutes to her question. "I have.. only ever heard of extracting the bile from a dragons pyrotic glands happening after... Well, death!" he laughed for a little too long. Looking back to her, he grew a fervent determination in his eyes at the challenge. "The problem sounds fascinating, though! I am sure some sort of waiver would need to be involved, but I would be extremely interested in the properties of a fresh sample. I may need our monster biologist, Ms Metsä's, assistance in the matter, however! In fact, I will go search for her and see if she holds any interest herself!" He quickly turns to the daemoness @Multiversal and the white haired girl @YokoYamichi and says "If you'll excuse me, it has been an absolute pleasure meeting you two but I must go make an inquiry with a colleague. Enjoy the rest of the party, and i hope very much to see you in class. Feel free to stop by my lab in the greenhouse any time!" As he quickly turns on his heel, it's not quite clear if he winked at the two of them or not.

Hayatte grinned and marveled at her @Multiversal display. "Well, you're already quite adept! I'd greatly enjoy seeing more of your talents. It would be interesting to see how your demonic magic and the human arcane method interact in a more controlled setting!" His grin grew serious for a moment, belying the jovial nature he had portrayed so far. A focus shone in his eyes. "Transformatives are a subject of my specialty. Before you sign up on a whim, I must inform you of it's potential hazards. It is not unheard of for novices to find themselves unable to undo a alteration they make to themselves. Some even lose themselves to their new form entirely. The rewards of the magic are great and the thrills can be varied, but so too are the dangers which line the ways of the art." His expression returns to his jovial manner. A familiar grin spreading back across his face. "It is your decision to make! Do choose wisely!" He turned to the wolf-boy, his fierce grin moving to the newcomer @Thatannoyinggod. "Welcome! Another student! Excellent. Let Ms. De Parnacel say I don't talk to my students now!" he laughed and extended a hand towards the meek boy. "My name is Hayate Toshimura, a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Your form displays displeasure and discomfort. Are you feeling such and in need of broken ice or am I mistaken? You may be at ease with us, young pup. There is no danger to be had." He grins wider, leaning in to speak conspiratorially with the boy. "Outside of class, that is." he leaned back and laughed, it being uncertain whether his joke was jest or genuine warning.

Toshi looked over the smoking daemoness and grinned with a cheery gaze. "A fantastic observation. The intricacies are quite similar to the differences between the monstrous forms." He stretched out an arm towards her, palm upwards. From his sleeve a pale vine began to to stretch out and gently wrap around his hand. "A great many things depend on where they grow to determine their nature. Take this vine for instance." He waves his other hand with a word of soft power and the air around the vine frosts. It begins to shrink and blossom off a cold blue flower. He waved his hand and dismissed the cold. "Irridesia Prismatica, it grows in the deserts far to the east. If it blooms in the cold of the desert night, it comes out like this. However, if it blooms in the warm sun." He held the vine close to her cigarette, stealing it's warmth. Another blossom grew on the vine, a warm yellow and orange twin to the pale blue sister beside it. "It's expressed differently. Humans are the same, if they grow in the sun they may run and play. If they grow in the shade, they may think and meditate. The different colors and wheels of their societies are what makes them such an interesting palette. My colleague here may be even in tone, but don't let it hide the magic of what he has chosen to study and try to show to all you young ones. There is much beauty to be seen in this world, you must only look to find it." He smiled towards the smoking daemon and plucked the two flowers, placing them in his shirt. His gaze unfocused from her and fell upon something behind her he seemed to smile and look on in appreciation at whatever it was.

Toshi looks at the newcomer and takes in the sight for a moment. "Hah! Offering alcohol to a teacher so boldly! You're quite welcome to the garden in the greenhouse. However, do make sure not to take too much. It seems the herb is to be quite popular!" Noticing his approaching colleague, Toshi waves. He listens as he explains the situation, only losing focus twice. "Well we can't have that! This is a time for merriment." Waving his hands gathered the power and pulled water from the air itself, freezing it around the dragonesses core. It laid out like a suit of barded armor conforming to her bodies shape, thin as a knife. He smiled at his handiwork and reached out to take the bottle, taking a swig from is and handing it back with a breathy drinkers exclamation. "A fair trade. Though my colleague here is correct, sometimes propriety has its place behind courtesy! Hah! To introduce myself, though. Hayate Toshimura, A pleasure to meet you." Toshi addresses the two other 'albinos' motioning to the human. "He's a good man. you'd do well to take a class of his."