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OKAY MAKING A BUNCH NOW.
Julius and Vietnam going to an event that requires formal attire.
Vietnam and Julius watch fireworks together.
Vietnam and Julius pretend to be in a relationship for the purpose of an undercover mission.
Vietnam is Julius's hired body guard. (I laughed)
Vietnam and Julius as medieval-fantasy RPG characters archetypes.
Julius and Vietnam going to an event that requires formal attire.
Vietnam and Julius watch fireworks together.
Vietnam and Julius pretend to be in a relationship for the purpose of an undercover mission.
Vietnam is Julius's hired body guard. (I laughed)
Vietnam and Julius as medieval-fantasy RPG characters archetypes.
it says you have a werewolf au, let's do it!!! jungo can be either a werecat or a human who wants to pet a werewolf and feed her chawanmushi or both? we can talk? we can talk
[ It's a strange sort of mission, even when one takes into account the missions that could have been received from ALASTAIR. Infiltrate a world where nobles walk in a city of modernity, extract information from the weapons ring that lies deep in the reaches of the mafia, and destroy it before it destroys this realm.
Truly, an almost insurmountable task, but they have time. For now.
The two of them have been given quite important roles due to their ability. He, a lord and she to pretend to be his loyal lady, attending a meeting of the monarchial circle later in the evening to gather information. They've both been briefed about what they should know and should not tell, so it should not be too difficult. In theory. ]
How goes your preparations?
[ It's still the afternoon and the mansion allocated to them is unoccupied save for two servants on duty (and out of earshot). ]
Truly, an almost insurmountable task, but they have time. For now.
The two of them have been given quite important roles due to their ability. He, a lord and she to pretend to be his loyal lady, attending a meeting of the monarchial circle later in the evening to gather information. They've both been briefed about what they should know and should not tell, so it should not be too difficult. In theory. ]
How goes your preparations?
[ It's still the afternoon and the mansion allocated to them is unoccupied save for two servants on duty (and out of earshot). ]
[It was a day that didn't end as intended. Vietnam isn't know for being able to handle the cold, and yet a cold blizzard tore through the town. The first thing she had to do was find shelter, which is why she's knocked down this door and barged straight into this home. Which is empty and will have a warm bath, I assure you.
Also with her, Munakata, his glasses, and his frozen dick. They'll need to warm it up ASAP.
Seriously now though, she wraps blankets around her, him, and tries to rub his arms better.]
A-are you alright?
Also with her, Munakata, his glasses, and his frozen dick. They'll need to warm it up ASAP.
Seriously now though, she wraps blankets around her, him, and tries to rub his arms better.]
A-are you alright?
what is this giant wolf doing running around town, time to CARRY IT LIKE A SACK OF POTATOES and feed it good things
[She could think of a few ways to end a mafia syndicate but apparently they have to go about it carefully. As a careful person, she doesn't argue about it after.
Because they need the information. It's an operation that requires layers.
Her preparations were a lot simpler than thought, since all she had to do was find the right clothes to gear up. They're in her bag now, and she pets it.]
I think I am ready, whenever you would like to start. What of yourself, Julius?
Because they need the information. It's an operation that requires layers.
Her preparations were a lot simpler than thought, since all she had to do was find the right clothes to gear up. They're in her bag now, and she pets it.]
I think I am ready, whenever you would like to start. What of yourself, Julius?
[ It went without saying that Vietnam had more experience than him in handling these sort of matters. He had felt it more appropriate for her to take the lead instead of him, but this particular family required a male head instead of a female one and thus he was pressed into the role. Of course, he regarded it with the same objectivity that was applied to every mission, but he did voice his displeasure to her just once. ]
We still have a little time before we have to leave.
[ He's nervous, yes, but it barely shows. ]
I doubt they will poison anything, but we should be careful just in case.
[ She would also know that he can't take alcohol at all. That means no drinking. ]
We still have a little time before we have to leave.
[ He's nervous, yes, but it barely shows. ]
I doubt they will poison anything, but we should be careful just in case.
[ She would also know that he can't take alcohol at all. That means no drinking. ]
[ It's nothing he's unable to handle, typically, but his powers are fading on a daily basis; he is no longer under the protection of the Slates, so its influence has began creeping away. It's times like these when he's crushed by the utter reality that, yes, he is human after all.
But he isn't bitter about it. The only bitter is the bitter cold, and he thinks, solemnly, how this could have been prevented. Hah, there is no use trying to control what the weather decides. ]
— Yes, I will be fine, thanks to you. [ Idly his hand clasp over hers, feeling her cold, also. ] Never mind me, it will be beneficial to us both if we —
[ Instead of describing it, he inches closer, bringing his arms around her and pulling her close, respectfully. And then, mutter over her shoulder, he says -- ] Please excuse me.
But he isn't bitter about it. The only bitter is the bitter cold, and he thinks, solemnly, how this could have been prevented. Hah, there is no use trying to control what the weather decides. ]
— Yes, I will be fine, thanks to you. [ Idly his hand clasp over hers, feeling her cold, also. ] Never mind me, it will be beneficial to us both if we —
[ Instead of describing it, he inches closer, bringing his arms around her and pulling her close, respectfully. And then, mutter over her shoulder, he says -- ] Please excuse me.
[Wow, there's a giant wolf outside of Jungo's store, conveniently relocated to the countryside for this scenario instead of the bustling city. He's taking trash bags to the curb and getting ready to close. Most people, upon finding a wolf, would run.
Jungo, however, notices that the wolf is really still. So he gets on all fours and presses his head against the wolf's side to determine if his new best friend in the whole world is breathing.]
Hm. Are you awake?
Jungo, however, notices that the wolf is really still. So he gets on all fours and presses his head against the wolf's side to determine if his new best friend in the whole world is breathing.]
Hm. Are you awake?
[Unlike her, someone who is not. But at the same time, it's rather lonely to be left behind all the time, with every human moving on before here.
However, there is Munakata. And she worries more about him than her own condition. Because she can't stand the cold, that is for certain. But it's not like she'll die--
...Or this. This is also a good plan. He's icy to the touch, but she knows that as soon as they keep hold of each other like this, they will warm up. So she wraps her arms tight around his middle.
She hides her face into his shoulder.]
Forgive me also, for going along with your idea, then.
However, there is Munakata. And she worries more about him than her own condition. Because she can't stand the cold, that is for certain. But it's not like she'll die--
...Or this. This is also a good plan. He's icy to the touch, but she knows that as soon as they keep hold of each other like this, they will warm up. So she wraps her arms tight around his middle.
She hides her face into his shoulder.]
Forgive me also, for going along with your idea, then.
[It's a good thing they are in the countryside, since she wouldn't want to be seen. It's dangerous for her, seeing that she's cold and unmoving.
It was only when she hears that voice, she stirs.]
H-hrrro...
[She managed to say something, and it doesn't seem to be hostile. But in her condition, she can't actually wolf talk anything past growls.]
It was only when she hears that voice, she stirs.]
H-hrrro...
[She managed to say something, and it doesn't seem to be hostile. But in her condition, she can't actually wolf talk anything past growls.]
[Somehow, people tend to get frazzled for her despite the fact that she doesn't mind at all. Sometimes, her life is just that, to be underestimated, to follow rules. And she does, in order for them to underestimate her.]
Oh, then would you like to rest a little more?
[Staying calm is best, and to do so, one should be relaxed before they can be alert.]
Understood. I rather not drink much, it will weaken our senses. [Especially if they're both poor drinkers.]
Oh, then would you like to rest a little more?
[Staying calm is best, and to do so, one should be relaxed before they can be alert.]
Understood. I rather not drink much, it will weaken our senses. [Especially if they're both poor drinkers.]
[ It's a carefully-arranged storm of consequence and lack of forethought that sees the soles of Joseph's little leather shoes slapping against castle floors to an uneven and stumbling cadence.
Joseph, of course, doesn't remember it. He doesn't even have the faculties to consider remembering it. What's behind him is a blur, a slurry of jumbled sensory memories, flashes of red and the scent of blood and needles in his throat. A cold blackness, a viscous and frozen sludge making dark and solid trails out of his veins. Writhing against stone as his heart pulls to a slow and agonizing stop.
The disease rampaged through his small body, silencing his pulse and stilling his lungs in a brilliant flash of anguish and torment. Just as soon as it reached his body, it had choked the life from him - in such a way that DIO hadn't fully expected him to awaken again, and owing largely to the fact that his father's most successful and convincing adviser has always been himself, he was moments later able to escape the guardsmen his body was entrusted to by tearing one's arm from the socket in one brutish stroke, letting a horrid and piercing screech claw its way out of his throat as he wrenches the limb free.
He drags it by the wrist now, wet blood dragging from the disembodied socket like a snail's trail as he lurches and staggers along, sucking in breath through teeth that don't fit in his mouth anymore, hooking the tips of new claws into the flesh of the appendage painting his trail through the castle's dark hallways. He sniffs the air in full-body lungfuls, animal-like huffs as he snaps his head around.
He stops to do so only for a second, red eyes flashing pink in the limited torchlight, before continuing his desperate reeling forward, swaying on numb legs as he goes. ]
Joseph, of course, doesn't remember it. He doesn't even have the faculties to consider remembering it. What's behind him is a blur, a slurry of jumbled sensory memories, flashes of red and the scent of blood and needles in his throat. A cold blackness, a viscous and frozen sludge making dark and solid trails out of his veins. Writhing against stone as his heart pulls to a slow and agonizing stop.
The disease rampaged through his small body, silencing his pulse and stilling his lungs in a brilliant flash of anguish and torment. Just as soon as it reached his body, it had choked the life from him - in such a way that DIO hadn't fully expected him to awaken again, and owing largely to the fact that his father's most successful and convincing adviser has always been himself, he was moments later able to escape the guardsmen his body was entrusted to by tearing one's arm from the socket in one brutish stroke, letting a horrid and piercing screech claw its way out of his throat as he wrenches the limb free.
He drags it by the wrist now, wet blood dragging from the disembodied socket like a snail's trail as he lurches and staggers along, sucking in breath through teeth that don't fit in his mouth anymore, hooking the tips of new claws into the flesh of the appendage painting his trail through the castle's dark hallways. He sniffs the air in full-body lungfuls, animal-like huffs as he snaps his head around.
He stops to do so only for a second, red eyes flashing pink in the limited torchlight, before continuing his desperate reeling forward, swaying on numb legs as he goes. ]
[Is this good dog in distress? Jungo has no idea. He might love animals. Despite his scary face, they all love him, too. That doesn't mean he's a veterinarian.
He gently pats Vietnam, running his hand over her fur as if she's just a shy dog and not a giant man-eating wolf.]
Hrro.
[He repeats the sound because why not.]
Are you hurt?
He gently pats Vietnam, running his hand over her fur as if she's just a shy dog and not a giant man-eating wolf.]
Hrro.
[He repeats the sound because why not.]
Are you hurt?
[ Julius is not tired, just... uneasy. ]
It's up to you. If you think we should arrive early, then we will.
[ He thumbs through a few screens on his tablet again, just to be sure. ]
Do you have any other advice?
[ It's in part to stave off his own uncertainty, but he'd like to check her opinion again, if there's something else he'd missed. ]
It's up to you. If you think we should arrive early, then we will.
[ He thumbs through a few screens on his tablet again, just to be sure. ]
Do you have any other advice?
[ It's in part to stave off his own uncertainty, but he'd like to check her opinion again, if there's something else he'd missed. ]
[She's a good dog! And now she doesn't want see a need to attack, since he pets her so warmly.
If she could laugh, she would, since he copied her and it was endearing. Instead she winces. It was just a bit of a painful transformation.
But she shakes her head.]
If she could laugh, she would, since he copied her and it was endearing. Instead she winces. It was just a bit of a painful transformation.
But she shakes her head.]
[He's never made chawanmushi with dog meat before. Chawanwoofi? It's something to consider.
Actually, it's not something to consider. What is on his mind is that the big dog seems tired. And smart. The dog just shook her head at him, but Jungo doesn't find this strange. All animals love him, so this must be perfectly normal.
He slowly gets to his feet like he doesn't want to stop petting her and has to physically force himself to stop.]
You're tired. I'm going to carry you, alright?
Actually, it's not something to consider. What is on his mind is that the big dog seems tired. And smart. The dog just shook her head at him, but Jungo doesn't find this strange. All animals love him, so this must be perfectly normal.
He slowly gets to his feet like he doesn't want to stop petting her and has to physically force himself to stop.]
You're tired. I'm going to carry you, alright?
[CHAWANWOOFI. Not that she would worry, if it wasn't her kind...
She's actually little sad that he's stopped petting, now that she's gotten used to it. Clearly her instincts told her it was soothing.
Still, she trusts him now since the attention he gave her was so nice, so she nods again. Carry away, Jungo!]
She's actually little sad that he's stopped petting, now that she's gotten used to it. Clearly her instincts told her it was soothing.
Still, she trusts him now since the attention he gave her was so nice, so she nods again. Carry away, Jungo!]
[Wolves, dogs, they shouldn't be eaten, they're friends.
He's pleased when Vietnam nods again. He smiles softly, which is a bit of a contrast to how he stands and effortlessly picks Vietnam up into a bridal carry, her furry wolf back resting against his arms while her feet and muzzle face up at him.]
This will do. You're going to be alright. And you're such a good boy.
[Pff. Like Jungo actually checked.]
He's pleased when Vietnam nods again. He smiles softly, which is a bit of a contrast to how he stands and effortlessly picks Vietnam up into a bridal carry, her furry wolf back resting against his arms while her feet and muzzle face up at him.]
This will do. You're going to be alright. And you're such a good boy.
[Pff. Like Jungo actually checked.]
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