formless | open rp post 2017

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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

but im having trouble with words, will you help a dick out?

Edited 2017-01-08 05:31 (UTC)

[ 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. ]

[Lights are flashing. The music is dropping sick bass beats. The walls and floor seem to vibrate because of the intensity of the crowd and the rancorous laughter that fills the air, amplified by liquor and shamelessness. And why wouldn't they be, when on stage there's plenty of rock hard eye candy to ogle and cheer for?

It's a club... A stripper club to be exact. And while everyone who crowds the stage knows exactly what they want, there is one young woman and her companion who may or may not be the same.

Ai is sitting at a table near the wall sipping on some iced lemon water having been too confused by her surroundings to really order any special drinks. She turns to Vietnam and says very seriously.]

I think we got the wrong address.

[ As far as Archers go, Billy wasn’t exactly the servant you’d want to see being summoned—even the class of Archer was a bit stuffy for someone like him. He had heard whisperings that if he was to be summoned as any class then it should have been as an extra class, Gunner. Yet, here he stood as an archer faced with a moral dilemma that he rarely ever felt bad about experiencing. Actually, he didn’t feeling too bad honestly. He was a servant whose noble phantasm was more the embodiment of his talents as a marksman than any particular weapon.

Something that would have sounded impressive except that it came as a detriment than an advantage. Either way, none of that stuff really mattered since he was standing here with a “toy” gun (rifle) in his hands filled with small colored balls—paintballs—and was told to “gun down” the opposing side. It… That hardly seemed fair. Billy didn’t really care about what was fair or not but— ]

Are you sure? [ The instruction that he was given sort of felt like asking him to hit a stationary target with a pellet gun, honestly. ] Maybe it would be better if I had some sort of handicap?

[ …was arrogance a trait common across all archers? Maybe. ]

[ The details are vague, but that's fine— this is an otome scenario, who's keeping track of logic here?? What's important that this is a reverse-trip situation, a rare case where the bishounen travels through space and time to fall headfirst into the heroine's lap. How embarrassing.

Except... well. After several weeks of being by Vietnam's side, learning the intricacies of modern culture and routinely being fed by her (extremely important), Nagahide has formed the most dangerous element in any otome scenario: An Attachment. His immunity towards women was weak from the start, but kindness in the face of overwhelming confusion is an easy way to get to Nagahide's heart; Vietnam had no reason to help him, after all, and yet... here they are. Still cohabiting.

Here's the thing, though. Being that Vietnam is the only person that Nagahide can rely on, it's only natural that his concerns revolve around her on the regular. Take that and amplify it tenfold, considering that Nagahide has the Forbidden Romantic Feelings for her.

Tonight, he's on edge. It's an hour past the time Vietnam said she'd come home, and he's increasingly getting in his head about the whys and the hows and the whos; did something happen? Is she with someone? Why hasn't she called (not that he really knows how to use the phone he's been given, but still)?

He's poised by the front door when it finally swings open, crowds Vietnam against it when she steps inside. ]

You're late.

[ His voice crawls low, skirting on irritated as he places his elbows on either side of her face. ]

Do you know what time it is?

[ Lancer is from the Throne of Heroes; summoned to do battle for the sake of the Holy Grail. Or at least that's what he's supposed to do. He's meant to be a servant in a clash of power. Self-interested mages vying for power, seeking to destroy one another. It's not exactly ideal at times, but Cú has his own reasons for wanting the Grail and because of that, he'll serve a master and fight for them. being summoned into the world, into a new era, isn't surprising and as he becomes to come back to himself, awareness floods back in.

There's still a faint veil of smoke clearing from the power of the summoning and Lancer straightens with a low exhale of breath, teeth bared in a smile. ]

So. You're my master, huh?

[ Is that... a woman? Interesting. ]

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vietma'am

i promised banging

yo yo yo its ya boi baby prince hissypants

OONZT OONZT FOR IDIOCY

STICKS LEG OUT

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you know what this is