Kenji Murakami

It's my first California identification - my passport's expired - so it's important for banking and other stuff of that nature. I don't drive, so I don't have to worry about tests or getting a liscence, but I do need I.D.

As he hears the approaching footsteps of the Hyper Zoanoid carrying his plate full of cake, Kenji turns to him with a large smile. "Thanks, Jose!" he calls, as the takes the offered fork and begins to have at the cake in earnest. "I'm glad you like it, kidlet," Jose grinned, reaching over to tousle the young Zoalord's hair. Kenji, his mouth already filled with cake, nods and makes a muffled happy noise.

I can definately attest to it being great to have something you've been putting your heart into posted in a public forum. Congratulations on the fruition of your hard work, Toku. There's really no feeling that can quite equal knowing that people like your work.

I have a tale of farce and woe: my continuing attemps to get an I.D. First, the closer DMV office was closed for renovation. Something it would have taken four words to say on the website, but somehow they didn't mention it. So, Mom and I had to take a trip all the way down to the other one, which wasn't even in the same city, and then when we get there, it turns out that they didn't take credit cards and neither of us had remembered to bring any cash. Then, when we get home, I end up finding out that I'm half an inch shorter than I thought I was. I certainly hope Thursday turns out less weird, we're going to be trying for that I.D. again.

What are unassisted dips? Outside of a vegitable or dancing context?

Finishing his salad, Kenji started to stand up and take his plate to be washed. Before he could even get out of his seat, one of the other Hyper Zoanoids took the plate, patted the boy-Zoalord's head, and headed over to deposit it with the other dirty dishes. "Thanks," Kenji said, smiling and waving as he sat back down. "No problem," the Hyper said, grinning. "You want I should pick you up some cake?" "Yeah. Thanks, Jose." Smiling back at the little Zoalord, Jose heads for the dessert counter in the cafeteria.

Well, she's here - and at the moment she's taking a walk with my mom - and so far it's been good. We had some salad together, she petted my sister's cat, and she seems like a generally laid-back and easy going person. She doesn't even seem to mind that I'm just in my PJs, so that's another point in her favor.

No, I've only heard mom talking about her. I don't know a bit of what she's like. Mom knows her from class, though, I think.

Biting down on his fork as he sensed more and more bad things starting to happen, Kenji looked down at the floor. "Can someone go down there and see what's going on?" he asks, tapping the side of his salad bowl with his fork. "It's starting to get really scary down there." "I'll go," Talvoss says, rising from his seat and pushing his food toward the center of the table. "Don't eat my burger." Leaving the table, Talvoss heads for the elevators.

A friend of my mom is going to be coming over tommorow, and I don't quite know how to react. She'll be coming over at about 5, so there's no worry about her catching me in bed, but I still don't know what I'll do.

Kenji looks up from his chicken salad as he senses something happening in the lower levels. "What's going on?" he asks, after swallowing the bite he'd been chewing. "I don't know," Talvoss, one of the flying Hyper Zoanoids says. "Why, are you sensing something, kid?" "It... it's like some of the Zoanoids somewhere are really scared," he says, picking at his salad. "I think there might be something bad going on." "Well, don't worry your pretty little head about it," Talvoss says, smiling and reaching over to pat the young Zoalord's head. "This is Chronos' main stronghold in this area. We're well protected here. Besides, I'm sure your dad's going to make sure that nothing happens to you."

It could be that, if the Guyver recieves vibration through the entire body to hear, that the Control Medal filters out the data from the feet under normal circumstances. It'd be far enough outside a normal person's expirence, I'd think, to be distracting.

I don't think a guy with your gifs should be so quick to point fingers, Deka. :wink:

-Dad, are you going to come have dinner with me?- Kenji asks, turning off his Game Boy and tucking it back into its drawer. -I'm sorry, Kenji-chan, but Dr. Barcus wants me to oversee the reprocessing of Delta Squad. I'll make it up to you with dessert, all right?- Kenji nods, smiling a bit sadly. -Okay, Dad. I'll see you when you get here.- -Have a nice time at dinner, my son.- Kenji heads off to the cafeteria, down to where a fair amount of the Hyper Zoanoids in the upper levels have started to gather for the evening meal.

I can't help but notice that, in that picture, it looks like a bundle of cinnomon sticks on that package.

More (snicker) Wisdom from Vector Prime My headache has a name, and it is Jetfire. Or possibly Skyfire. This one shows up all over the space-time continuum. One record says that he was built ten million years ago, but crashed on Earth and hibernated until a few decades ago. Another says that he was active during the Cybertronian Dark Ages, approximately seven million years ago. Another says he wasn't created until just a few decades ago. The only thing the records agree on is that he is an Autobot with ties in his early life to the Decepticons. Canon? Don't talk to me about canon. Even canon doesn't agree with canon. Q: Are you second in Command? A: Ha! If I was, maybe the Autobots would listen to me once in a while. Unfortunately, Jetfire is second-in-command of the Autobots, and he thinks the Cyber Planet Keys are a load of slag. I don't see him coming up with any bright ideas to save the universe. Q: Did you ever fight Unicron? A: We got in a food-fight once. I ended up covered in planet. It was embarrassing. Q: Are you really one of the first 13 Transformers? A: Yes. And I live in a vast resonating structure the size of a solar system, filled with cyberformed worlds, served by the army I spawned from my own substance, and one day when the stars align I will arise to godhood. Liege Maximo says: Like fun you will. Q: Do you shave your mustache? A: You have me mistaken for Scourge. If you think my facial articulation looks like a moustache, then Straxus' face must be one big moustache with eyeholes. Q: When is TRANSFORMERS CYBERTRON coming out on DVD? A: When you stop shouting at me. Get off the shift key, human. Q: Have you every considered going back in time and stopping Megatron from being created ( and just sitting back and being safe in the knowledge that if he's never created then he'll have no fan girls )? A: That might work after the continuities have been sorted out. As it stands, Megatron has at least two origins, and even if both Megatrons were removed, there would probably still be at least two Galvatrons running around. The other possibility is that we end up with Emperor Starscream as chief of the Decepticons, and his fangirls don't need the encouragement. Q: What would you do for a Klondike Bar? And why does the Matrix look like a giant blue disco ball? A: That's even more two questions than the other who asked two questions. a) I would teleport myself to the factory and take as many as I like. Barring that, I'm told I do a very good Barry White impression. b) Ironically, it really is a giant blue disco ball. Primus is powerful, but not very hip. Q: Who would you rather throw off a train: Hot Shot or one of the Armada Sideswipe repaints? A: Hm. The Sideswipe mould is pretty ugly, but I'd rather get rid of Hot Shot before he starts putting the moves on my woman ( Override, I'm a spaceship that can teleport through time. You can't get faster than that. )

You started a topic about it in the 'General Whatever' section. I don't think it's as near to the top of the page as it used to be, but it's there. Most of the 'old gaurd' gave you their congratulations, even.

Another thing I can suggest is beef stew, when you want something warm. It's nice and flavorful, and you can easily make a meal out of it. It's another of my favorite foods, in fact.

Speaking of VR Troopers... I love this one.

I had an old typewritter back when I was a kid; it wasn't one of the old-old kinds, since it had a small calculator-looking screen that showed what you were typing before you printed it, but it had a bar that rolled the paper you were typing on. I liked to use it to make graphs.

I'm sorry you're having problems, Ryuki, and I hope you feel better soon. Congratulations again on getting your BA.

I actually use something a bit more low-tech for my original drafts: a ballpoint pen and notebook paper. I have this portable sort of desk thing, which I use to store the extra paper and ink cartrages I use while I'm writing.

Thanks for the clarification. I really like the work you did on the blood and the severed arm - odd as that might sound - it's a great depiction of battle-damage to an organic, without looking too gory.

Thanks, guys. I'm glad to have all of you as friends. Don't worry, I'll make sure to clean the ears after I get done with them. And I won't let the cats play with them. And I won't lose them in the couch cushions.

Wow; lovely work on the snow effects. That's Guyver I, right?