haliekl395 In reply to Shin-Keroro [2014-09-12 18:58:59 +0000 UTC]

Hi shin kun

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SergeantMajorKururu In reply to Saburo-Mutsumi-Hojo [2012-08-08 22:34:19 +0000 UTC]

The phone didn’t have the chance to buzz more than once before Kururu snatched it off his desk, flipping it open to check out this new message. He snorted, reading the text his old pal had decided to bother him with, before tapping out a message of his own.
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To: 623
From: K66
Subject: Re:Health
Content:

Run out of curry? Do you even know who you're talking to right now? (]@ミ@[) Ku Ku Ku~

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Saburo-Mutsumi-Hojo In reply to SergeantMajorKururu [2012-08-09 03:30:48 +0000 UTC]

Quick, as usual. Sliding the towel off his head, the teen opened the message and proved to be just as punctual as his companion.
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To: K66
From: 623
Subject: Re:Health
Content:

It's happened before. So you're not even running low?
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Even his texts had that teasing tone to them. Saburo wouldn't be surprised if the hacker was a few bowls shy of depleting his reserve; it wasn't that uncommon an occurance, actually. Kururu had that nasty habit of getting sucked into his work. As long as there was food there, Saburo didn't worry, but he always wondered if the sergeant major even kept track of how much he ate when he was in that state of mind. So, the teen made a habit of checking up on his friend every once in a while.

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SergeantMajorKururu In reply to Saburo-Mutsumi-Hojo [2012-08-10 23:14:02 +0000 UTC]

It didn’t surprise him much that Saburo responded so quickly, and he chuckled a bit as he read the new message. Despite the jokes, he made the mental note to tell Saburo that he’s not his mom next time he sees him. However, he did pause to think seriously about the state of his curry reserve before actually texting back.
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To: 623
From: K66
Subject: Re:Re:Health
Content:

I wouldn’t say running low, but I’ve had a few plates lately.
(Besides, if I do run out I can always borrow some ingredients from my lovely host family. They won’t complain too much. Ku Ku~)

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Saburo-Mutsumi-Hojo In reply to SergeantMajorKururu [2012-08-20 16:31:57 +0000 UTC]

Whatever was on TV wasn't doing a very good job of entertaining him, so he stood up and fetched the remote from the stand. Sitting again, the teen began flipping through the channels, although he didn't think anything would be too riveting. Nothing seemed to have the je-ne-sais-quoi to command his attention anymore. It had never been an easy task to begin with, but ever since a certain time those years ago, it had become nearly impossible.
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To: K66
From: 623
Subject: Re:Re:Health
Content:

That's a hazard to your health. (Not that you seem to pay much mind to that anyway.) You could just ask if you needed some, you know~
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Sometimes, Saburo couldn't help but compare his tactics with coaxing a timid animal out of the den. Kururu definitely wasn't a timid creature, though; there were plenty of words to describe him, and timid would never be one of them. Narcissistic might take its place well, though. It still came down to trying to convince him to do something he didn't want to do. Rather than come out of hiding (Saburo knew better by this point than to use anything but force when getting the sergeant major outside) he was trying to get Kururu to admit he might need some help. And if it was for something as trivial as groceries, then sometimes Saburo was permitted a small win. He didn't tally them up, of course, but the victory felt more like a contentment that he was able to do something for his friend.

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SergeantMajorKururu In reply to Saburo-Mutsumi-Hojo [2012-01-16 03:56:04 +0000 UTC]

On the other end of the spectrum, deep within the maze that was the Keroro Platoon’s Base, sat the sergeant major safe inside the quintessential darkness of his lab. The sent of freshly cooked curry was thicker than usual, and the glowing of computer screens were the only things to break the darkness. Of course, the patron of the lab sat comfortably in his chair, feet kicked up onto the available desk space, a plate of curry in one hand, a spoon in the other, and decidedly not quite dead yet. He’d been rather lazy as of late, however. He openly admitted that fact to himself.

Honestly, it was quite hard to deny when, rather than the usual streams of data running across his screens, he was dual screening an episode of General Geroro and watching an auction he was hosting. Kururu let himself laugh before continuing to shove spoonfuls of curry into his mouth. Those custom “Natsumi Hinata” body pillows sure were a hit with the Keronians back at home.

He managed to wolf down about half of his dish before a particular little pop up blinked onto the corner of his screen, alerting him to the presence someone headed straight for his lab. Quirking an eyebrow with mild annoyance, he smashed a button on his keyboard with his foot to bring up the security camera view. He let himself grin just a little once he saw exactly who this particular visitor was.

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Saburo-Mutsumi-Hojo In reply to SergeantMajorKururu [2012-01-16 04:24:15 +0000 UTC]

Stopping at the (literal) mouth of Kururu's lab, Saburo tilted his head back and smiled up at the oddly shaped building. Lifting a hand in silent greeting to the security camera, the teen approached the door, pressing the palm of his hand against the surface and pushing it open. Slipping inside and shutting it behind him, returning his hands to his pockets, he made his way into the darkness. As his eyes adjusted, he navigated by memory, the entire structure somehow mapped in his mind; each machine, cable and pathway that led to the main part of the hacker's base.

Stepping into the light of the computer screens, the teen's eyes lighted upon the back of the chair his friend doubtlessly sat in. As he drew nearer, Saburo slid a hand from his pocket, resting the arm against the back of the chair and looking down at his keronian companion. "You look pleased about something," he said with an amused smile. He slid his snow-flecked hat off his head and dropping his arm to his side, lifting his eyes from the keronian towards the bank of screens. The teen leaned forward slightly, peering up at the displays, eyes bright with curiosity.

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SergeantMajorKururu In reply to Saburo-Mutsumi-Hojo [2012-01-17 00:32:45 +0000 UTC]

Kururu, meanwhile, managed to stuff himself with a few more mouthfuls of curry before Saburo made his way into the center of the lab. After more or less tossing the now empty plate onto the desk space alongside his feet, he leaned back in his chair and waited for his companion to enter his less than humble abode.
Of course, once he felt Saburo leaning against his chair, he lifted a rather nonexistent eyebrow at the Pekoponian, glancing up at the boy. A rather mischievous smile was just beginning to stretch the corners of his mouth.

“Well, well, look at that! You’ve caught me. I am rather pleased right now~”
He let out one of his signature laughs, before gesturing lazily at one of the screens with the spoon he still had in his hand. The auction was still running, and the slowly rising price was essentially the end product of quite a few determined aliens attempting to beat each other out for the chance to hand over all their cash and own a pillow-replica of everyone’s favorite Pekoponian warrior princess.
“Making money off of you Pekoponians really is almost too easy, you know~! Ku Ku Ku~”

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Saburo-Mutsumi-Hojo In reply to SergeantMajorKururu [2012-02-11 03:43:35 +0000 UTC]

Looking up at the screen, the boy rested his chin on his palm, inclining his head thoughtfully. "I think you'd find it easy to make money off of any civilization," he finally replied, shifting his gaze towards his friend with a slight curling of the lips. "Especially with your kind of coercion." There never seemed to be an end to Saburo's amusement at Kururu's tendencies. One had to wonder what went through the teen's mind in situations like this, how he could regard the keronian's shenanigans without objecting in some manner. However it happened, though, he simply plucked the other's plate from the keyboard before a bit of curry could drip from the edge, and put it on one of the tables out of Kururu's reach. "Have you been busy?"

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SergeantMajorKururu In reply to MythosSlenderman [2011-09-07 21:47:13 +0000 UTC]

The casual tapping of the keyboard was the only sound that indicated that anyone was even inside the laboratory. As work distracted the hacker, he remained oblivious the the creeping tendrils of shadows quietly eating away at his abode. Considering how dimly lit he kept his lab anyhow, a little added darkness was not much cause for alarm.
As the true chaos began, Kururu lifted his hands from the keyboard for a moment, cocking an eyebrow as he listened to some of his devices quite literally go haywire. He didn’t have much time to worry about everything behind him, however, as the computer in front of him began to flicker and screech. With a tut of annoyance, he desperately tried to correct everything that was flashing on and off the screen, but it was useless. He pounded a fist onto the keyboard as he watched his computer die right in front of his eyes, a frown pulling at the corners of his mouth.

“Who the hell...”

He covered his head as the wires began to fall and writhe like dying snakes, the sparks and claws coming frightfully close to the Sergeant Major’s head. Soon enough, more wires came from his head, spilling out of the headphones that had opened without his command. He attempted to push away the rather painfully snapping wires, when it all suddenly ended. Every vaguely technological device in the lab, once a horrible, caterwauling mess of wires and electricity, was suddenly silent and lifeless.
The hacker sat still for a moment, somewhat bewildered by what had just happened. He pushed the limp cords away from his face, looking up at the black screen of the computer.
He really wished he hadn’t looked, as there was nothing staring back at him but a pale Pekoponian with a head that appeared to be missing it’s face.
And it was reaching for him.

With what can only be described as a yelp, he left free from his chair. Landing awkwardly on the darkened floor, he reached for his useless headphones out of pure habit.

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MythosSlenderman In reply to SergeantMajorKururu [2011-09-07 22:02:01 +0000 UTC]

As the small alien leaped out of reach, the creature slowly, carefully closed its elongated fingers on the air where its prey had been just moments before. It remained completely still for a long while, its face turned towards the place where Kururu had just vacated. At the other's suddenly hostile gesture, however, the indistinct mass that was the monster's face turned towards him. Such a simple movement could be terrifying by the right individual, and the one that slowly rose to its full height to tower over both the keronian and his oversized computer was more than a perfect candidate.
No expression could be discerned as he hand returned methodically to its side, the look that Kururu appeared to be receiving from the monster completely unwavering in its direction-- quite unlike the constantly-shifting mass of visage. Despite his intentions, the keronian would find his headphones expectedly unresponsive. While all of this seemed to go on in slow motion, the monster's careful nature and unclear figure giving it the sense of laziness, mere seconds passed before the lab silently exploded once more.
The cables that had fallen violently and died on the ground abruptly surged with energy and shot into the air, rearing like snakes. Blue electricity crackled from their metallic length, the machinery decidedly still on its conspiratorial rampage. The wires and cords condensced into a mass of writhing technology at the feet of the slender figure, twitching and jerking. The screen behind Kururu would flash on brightly, the white light suddenly bathing the scene before the alien in horrific clarity.
On the screen itself, a circle appeared, seemingly scratched crudely with something black and sharp, an "X" slashed savagely through the center of it. There was no sense of care or symmtery, or even order, to the symbol. Similarly, the source remained standing behind the chair, its arms remaining at its sides without real reason as the wires and cables continued their frenzied journey around the intruder and towards Kururu.

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