[Haruko was never a big fan of fantasy crap. It always had too many big, dumb made up words and too many stupid looking creatures to it. Like this big, stupid looking bird here. She didn't understand the purpose to making chickens this damn big because while she could go for some extra crispy this size was ridiculous. Haruko had spent a good bit of time circling the creature, lifting its wings and legs up and inspecting it, wondering how to cook and eat it best. Hell, she got to take one home, she could probably live on it for a month or so.
She had to admit: learning that she was supposed to ride the thing? Best surprise she had gotten in a while.
Sorry Aqures Ixen, but there's a pink-haired woman tearing ass down the streets of town, pushing this big dumb turkey as fast as it will go, it's feet beating hard upon the cobbled stone of the city.
Haruko, meanwhile, is just laughing her ass off as she swings a guitar around at her side.]
Hey! Move outta the way! Move it!
[It might not be a bad idea to do what she says.]
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[You're just walking down the street when suddenly you're pushed to the ground. When you get up?
[She seems content to bob to the beat as she puts on this ludicrous performance before leaning back and, taking the guitar in both hands, trying to hit you in the head with it.]
Haruko Haruhara | FLCL
[Haruko was never a big fan of fantasy crap. It always had too many big, dumb made up words and too many stupid looking creatures to it. Like this big, stupid looking bird here. She didn't understand the purpose to making chickens this damn big because while she could go for some extra crispy this size was ridiculous. Haruko had spent a good bit of time circling the creature, lifting its wings and legs up and inspecting it, wondering how to cook and eat it best. Hell, she got to take one home, she could probably live on it for a month or so.
She had to admit: learning that she was supposed to ride the thing? Best surprise she had gotten in a while.
Sorry Aqures Ixen, but there's a pink-haired woman tearing ass down the streets of town, pushing this big dumb turkey as fast as it will go, it's feet beating hard upon the cobbled stone of the city.
Haruko, meanwhile, is just laughing her ass off as she swings a guitar around at her side.]
Hey! Move outta the way! Move it!
[It might not be a bad idea to do what she says.]
9
[You're just walking down the street when suddenly you're pushed to the ground. When you get up?
There's a lanky, pink-haired woman in front of you, playing a tune on her guitar and making noises with her mouth to go along with it.]
Dadadadadadadadada dadadada DADADADA!
[She seems content to bob to the beat as she puts on this ludicrous performance before leaning back and, taking the guitar in both hands, trying to hit you in the head with it.]