❪ mini-event ❫ OLYMPIA QUESTS: 1

[natha]

It isn’t easy starting life in a new place. It quickly becomes apparent that you are in dire need of two very important things: money and a good name. In addition to full-time jobs, certain people in Olympia will reward handsomely for helping them with tasks. Submit any AC eligible thread of participating in this log's prompts for One (1) Olympia REP point HERE. Threads involving your flora/fauna submission may also be submitted, even if your submission is not made official game canon. FOR THE RECORD     It’s time to put on your hiking shoes. Characters will be approached by both Evras and Lysa at separate times. Both individuals are interested in recording species of plants and animals-- El Nysa is bursting with all sorts of life, after all! It is impossible to chronicle all of it without help. You will be provided with a journal to chronicle your findings. Each submission pays 100 silver. OOC: We need YOUR help in worldbuilding the area in and around Olympia and The Outlook! Create a creature or plant and submit it HERE by August 31st at 11:59 PM EST. ONE entry per character only. NOTE: If you have accepted a job at The Sanctuary or Simwe Institute, you MUST submit your entry to your boss to maintain your position. You may assume a character got the job if they established contact, even if an official offer hasn't been extended yet. Although an entry will net you TWO (2) Olympia REP points no matter what, we will be choosing a maximum of 20 entries to include in the official bestiary for future encounters. THE BIRDS AND THE BEES     Along with the request to record traits of a certain specimen, Evras and Lysa independently ask for more quick favors. Certain species, due to their unique natures, aren’t as prone to procreating as one would hope. They need your help. The directions for these requests, provided by Evras or Lysa, are simple. You will be provided a small amount of heavy aphrodisiacs (and a mask) to spray in a particular region. Because the natural aphrodisiacs of the island run a bit thin there, the wildlife has been less... willing to comply. Each species you help will net you 50 silver. Three species in particular are in need of a little help. Note: There will be a mask provided. Forgetting it may mean you start to feel some of the effects yourself. You may also be immune. Please put appropriate warnings in threads if applicable. Xlarix, also commonly referred to as the love bug. Found in MURKWELL HOLLOW. They have an ability to release literal positive energy, making those exposed to it more willing to be friendly and jovial with another. Even the most heated rivals can easily become the closest companions. You may even be tempted to temporarily abandon the request and do something fun with your new best friend. Unfortunately, while many have desired to use its effects in diplomacy, its effects only last a few minutes at best. Despite their powers to assist others in bridging emotional gaps, they are vicious insects. During mating, they engage in battle, normally losing the lives of both parties before their spawn is even properly produced. This is why they need a little help. Try to break up the fights as much as you can. For the Xlarix, being in each other's presence for long enough will eventually get them to calm down and continue the process. You may get unlucky in the process and end up with an extremely painful sting that requires healing, however. The pain increases with time, and if you allow it to go untreated for more than a day, it will be excruciating, enough that it may be debilitating, for 12 hours before eventually healing on its own. Sepht, found in EDRATHE RUINS: Both shy and antisocial, it’s no wonder these little marsupials don’t have much luck in the mating department. They prefer to live in isolation, and are much more concerned with hoarding everything they can get their hands on. This includes stealing anything you may have brought with you. As a warning, they are incredibly strong. They can also fly, so good luck catching them after they’ve made off with your stuff. Let’s hope you can get back that magical sword or enchanted necklace of yours. Once you have sprayed the chemical in their habitat, do not stick around the area. Despite being more suggestible to mate now, they are shy to the core, and will not come out of hiding until they are sure the coast is clear. Cinjaw, found JUST OUTSIDE OLYMPIA. Domestic animals kept by local farmers in the outskirts of Olympia. These guys are just really, really lazy. Too lazy to care about things like passing on their genes. Honestly, if it weren’t for the efforts of humans and the fact that their meat is too delicious for the Olympians to allow these creatures to go extinct, they would have been wiped out years ago. Stay too long near the herd, and you will begin to feel extremely lethargic yourself. Nothing sounds better than using the person next to you as a pillow for your nap, or dropping everything you’re doing to go sleep in that hay. Hopefully someone finds you and is kind enough to wake you up. After spraying the aphrodisiac, you won’t want to stick around. They are loud: loud enough to damage hearing without proper ear protection (Now you know why those farmers walk around with ear plugs). HELP A NEIGHBOR     Being new is tough in any given neighborhood. This is especially the case when you’re a newly arrived refugee. Though you’ve been welcomed here, you haven’t established a lot of trust in the community. Your neighbors don’t know a single thing about you, and that name tag fiasco doesn’t count. Fortunately for all of you, the rule of this game is simple. There is no monetary payment, but isn't it priceless to feel good about being a good samaritan? Make yourself helpful. Did you neighbor mention wanting to take their pet chicken out on a walk? Offer to do it for them and they may pay you back in a meal or a small gift. Did one of them mention needing help with rearranging their collection of thousands of cat figurines? Well, who better than to ask but you! You over there, why not help your fellow refugee by doing this task together? It never hurt to do some teamwork. Or maybe your roommate is the one taking that chicken out on a walk, and you’re just ready to judge. Complete judgment. But hey, that’s fair. BLOOD BANK     CW: Needles, Blood One of the things that quickly becomes apparent about life in Olympia is that all citizens are welcome, including those who may possess unique dietary requirements. The Blood Bank is an institution that has stood proudly for many years, and in addition to providing meals for some of its citizens, the supply is invaluable for care in The Sanctuary, research in Simwe Institute, and for use in certain types of magic. They're offering you a special today, for your blood in particular! You just look so... healthy and able-bodied. Donate a few pints, and you'll earn an easy 200 silver. Unfortunately, the center is so busy today that they've had to call on volunteers, and depending on who you've met so far, your particular volunteer may look familiar. It's... another refugee. Wait, are they even qualified?! How did they even get roped into this?! Qualified or not, the job pays well for both the refugees donating, and the ones drawing the blood (much more for whoever's donating, though. Fair is fair.). A blood drawing set inclusive of clean needles, antiseptic swabs and a blood storage kit, will be provided. Sticking a needle into a vein isn't as easy as those people in the Sanctuary make it seem, though. You may not always get it the first time, so try, try again! And if you still can't hit the bulls-eye? A rogue-looking Olympian "volunteer" approaches and hands you a knife. Apparently, cutting right into the vein and collecting the blood in a saucer also works; the staff would only need to sterilize the blood with a spell afterward. And about the gaping wound you'd cause? They always have healing potions on hand for when things go wrong (but just like the potions from before, they have been known to cause some nausea). You'll do anything to help your fellow Olympian, right? OOC     There are a total of 3 OLYMPIA REP POINTS possible to earn in this log. 2 from OOCly submitting a flora/fauna above in For the Record, and 1 for submitting any AC-length thread for any of these prompts. You may do one or the other, or both. Submit a flora/fauna HERE and submit an AC-eligible thread HERE by AUGUST 31st 11:59 PM EST. The results of The Birds and the Bees will be submitted to whoever you submit a flora/fauna entry to. If you do not submit a flora/fauna entry, submission to either one may be handwaved. In the event of CAPTCHA, we will be providing an overflow. 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nakahara chuuya | bungou stray dogs

[vacuum]

BLOOD BANK

[ Of course he's going to give blood for an easy 200 silver. Blood Banks back home don't pay people for their blood; the most you'd get is a bag of freebies and some brochures. So, to be paid to just sit there and stick his hand out? That's way too good to be true. Chuuya doesn't have any particular fear of needles, and even if your character were to break out the knife, he simply glances at it and sighs, rolling up his sleeve and clenching his fist. ]

You better have good technique. [ With the needle, or the knife. ]

[ And after he's done giving out his blood, it's time for a role switcheroo. Refugees who volunteer to draw some blood get paid too. There's no way he's not trying this. Yeah, forgoing the needle though ... Chuuya immeidately pulls out his own knife, doing a little knifetrick as he speaks to your character. ]

They said it's fine. [ 'They' being ... that shady Olympian from before. ] It's quicker like this, don't be a pussy.

[ He would certainly yield better results than if he were to actually pick up a needle and go poking around. ]


BIRDS AND BEES

[ A: The Xlarix. His day may have started off on a (fake) positive note, but it's definitely ending on a bad note. After tearing apart two battling moths, one of them (the female, or so he's told) had lodged its stinger into Chuuya's chest, and the pain can be felt almost immediately. ]

Shit ... [ Chuuya grips onto the wound, holding himself as the pain sharpens gradually. He wobbles a little on his feet, but it's not enouhg to deter him from the task just yet. ] I'm fine. Let's just stop these stupid bugs from killing each other.

[ B: The Cinjaw. This isn't -- it's really not like Chuuya sleep on the job. Yet, he's starting to feel incredibly tired, his eyelashes fluttering close and his body relaxing. He doesn't quite know what he's doing when he ... leans into the person beside him, wrapping him arms around them and resting his head against them as he closes his eyes. Don't tell him this actually happened, or he's going to want to break something when he's awake again. ]

[ C: The Option Nobody Will Ever Take. (18+ in the event smut actually happens) Nobody told him that these Sephts were kleptomanic little bastards. After hitting one on the head (he's good at this species-conservation thing, really), the angry little critter swoops down and swipes Chuuya's mask right off his face. The expression on his face when he realises that the mask is off is one of abject horror, because they may have sprayed the aphrodisiac minutes before. ]

You nasty little -- [ A hand goes clamping over his mouth. It'll be fine if he simply holds his breath, right? Maybe he hasn't even been affected yet. Anyway, Chuuya goes chasing the Sepht immediately, pointing frantically at it as it goes flying by your character.

GET. HIM. HIS. MASK. BACK. His eyes are practically begging here!! ]


WILDCARD
[ Do the helpy prompt with him? Judge Chuuya as he walks 5 great danes who all might be bigger than him. Help him rearrange 900 saucy bishoujo figurines. Give me a blank comment and I'll think up something. ]

help prompt;

[fakers]

[ 900 saucy bishoujo figurines.

despite his general grumpiness, archer has been trying to acclimate to this new... community... after all, generating good will could eventually be priceless. he remains pretty sure that it's only a matter of time until their situation in olympia turns sour, so befriending the locals could be a good idea.

when one of the neighbors asked if he'd be willing to help him clean, he was a bit hesitant at first, but eventually complied. loathe though he may be to admit it, he actually is good at cleaning. he's always been the type to immediately start cleaning up a mess if it's in front of him, and this is no exception. while there was no immediate monetary compensation on the horizon, the local was at least wealthy, and had promised he'd pay back the favor eventually.

so... why was his home... just filled with strange figurines of pretty girls? the owner of the house had asked that they reboxed each all of these figures, since he was going to be relocating them to a private gallery somewhere else in the city. ]

I'm not going crazy, am I? This is really happening?

[ at least he had assistance for this task: the young man who he'd helped locate a dragon pup before. why they kept getting paired up to perform mundane tasks was anyone's guess, but nevertheless here they were. ]

Oi, you dropped a piece. [ one of the girls' accessories, at that. look, archer may not like this task, but he's still going to do it correctly. ]

[vacuum]

[ so i didn't read that there was no monetary compensation and now i have to make something up

Wine. Specifically, a pricey bottle of wine that he couldn't normally get at his current spending power. That was his main draw for coming here. It turns out the home owner happens to also own a wine shop somewhere in Olympia, and parting with one of his bottles is no skin off his back. Nothing compared to seeing his precious waifus in their safe new home. ]

Who knew we had otakus even in El Nysa ... [ They must be a phenomenon everywhere. These figures aren't the same as what he used to see in Japan, though. They're made of porcelain or clay, and that meant they were more fragile. The skimpiness of their clothing, and their general suggestive positions, seem to be similar, however. Some things never change, no matter where you go. Chuuya frowns at one of half-naked porcelain girls, his nose crinkling. Archer brings his attention to what's on the floor. ]

What ...? [ It's a ...tiny little bra, for one of the dolls. ] Oh, you're fucking kidding me. [ Does he actually have to touch this?? ]

[fakers]

[ why are rich people so weird... archer really doesn't have any specific item in mind, but he'll cash in this favor on this rich dude at some point in the future. ]

Fanatics exist in any culture, even here. [ okay, maybe calling this guy a "fanatic" is going too far... but then again, this is a lot of figurines. mostly in various states of undress. given el nysa's somewhat rudimentary level of technology, how were these things even made? was every single one of these figures put together by hand? ...that's actually kind of a scary thought, and why archer may be taking particular care now as he repackages a maid figure bending over suggestively. ]

Unfortunately, this is real. [ this is really happening chuuya. and archer's just watching to make sure he does pick up the bra... because it's important. ] The value of these things will go down significantly if anything is missing.

b&b -- c.

[underwhelms]

[ Chuuya is a good friend, and JJ's come to like him quite a bit. He moisturizes (super important), cares vaguely about fashion and hygiene, and he listens patiently to JJ's rambling. (Is Chuuya actually listening, though.) And while JJ's no scientist, he's happy to participate in anything that resembles an adventure, especially something as harmless as spraying a bunch of animals with aphrodisiacs to get them to mate.

JJ's talking about pandas when Chuuya gets into a fight with one of the sephts; he's barely being helpful, though he's completely unaware of this, and he doesn't even know what happened or who started the fight—he can chat with Chuuya about conflict resolution later—when he turns to see his buddy in need.

He spots the sepht with the mask. He's ready. ]

I got it!!

[ Fun fact about JJ: he's known for peppering his skating programs with difficult jumps, and his quads are nothing to sneeze at. So when he jumps after the sepht, he jumps after the sepht.

—Straight into the wall of the cave, effectively knocking himself out. ]

[vacuum]

[ That is, a pretty impressive jump. He can see how JJ got the job as a professional figure skater. It really is a pity there are no such careers open in El Nysa, because he might make some money. The outcome, though ...

Who even ...does this?! His hand is still clamped over his mouth, so he can't make the frustrated sounds he would be making, but oh, he's very frustrated. ]

Ugh--!! [ Who does this, like honestly?! Who jumps magnificently into a wall?! Chuuya pulls out his handkerchief and ties it over his nose and mouth, looking even more like a bandit as he storms over to where the Sepht is. JJ's unconscious body is neglected for now.

Well, not quite. Chuuya actually uses him as a springboard, stepping on him and jumping into the air, activating his power so he flies higher than a person should, and plucks the critter right out the sky, throwing it to the ground.

It's just his luck that the first thing the creature tries to do is steal his handkerchief, and it succeeds in whipping the cloth right off his face.

Oh, fuck it. He's probably breathed in the gas already. There's no point trying to hold his breath anymore. ] JJ! WAKE UP AND HELP ME HOLD IT DOWN! [ If JJ does wake up, he'll find Chuuya struggling with the beast, trying to pull his mask out of its grip. ]

[underwhelms]

[ Thankfully(?) due to Chuuya's efforts(??), JJ doesn't stay unconscious for long, the sudden foot jamming into his ribs a big enough shock that he jolts awake, gasping behind his own mask before he's groaning and curling up, wondering what could've happened for him to deserve such treatment.

That's when he hears the sound of his Good Friend Chuuya still in need, and JJ scrambles back to his feet, shaking his head to clear the grogginess before he's running forward. ]

I'm coming!

[ And this time, when JJ swipes at the little critter, he manages to both 1) grab it, and 2) not knock himself out. It's an accomplishment at least, but the situation isn't resolved that easily. While the two of them are doing a good job hauling the sepht closer toward them, the creature is apparently willing to make tough choices when the situation calls for it.

It throws the handkerchief right back at JJ, the cloth covering his mask and effectively blinding him. ]

Chuuya!!

[ He can't see! Help him!! ]

b

[strictdiscipline]

[ It seems like the charitable thing to do, help preserve the local wildlife, but more importantly it's also the profitable thing to do, and Riza has no qualms about taking on extra jobs when it means more food on the table for longer.

The Cinjaw don't seem too threatening either, a fact she's very thankful for once both she and Chuuya arrive on the scene with bottles of aphro in hand. The task is painless near the beginning, a few squirts here and there, but that all changes when she feels a set of arms wrapping around her and a heavy weight on her back. This is—okay, this is quite a bit more touchy-feely than she's used to, but she'll give him the benefit of the doubt and assume he has good reason for this. ]

Chuuya please, try to stay alert.

[ Not that it's all too easy for her, lips opening again in an impromptu yawn. They really need to move faster. ]

[vacuum]

[ Maybe he should have read the guidelines more properly. Did they even get any sort of information on what they would be dealing with? If they had, Chuuya missed a memo, because he has no idea what's causing him to feel so drowsy.

He actually slips away for a second, drifting into a comfortable slumber. Somehow, this feels familiar. Like those moments in his childhood his exhausted self would sleep on his mentor ...

Her voice pulls him out of it, though. Then, he realises that he somehow has his arms wrapped around her waist. Ooookay. Just going to break the embrace immediately and back away a few steps. That's too touchy-feely for him too. He does ... blush very slightly, from the embarrassment of being caught in this situation. ] Uh. Sorry. I don't know what's going on with me.

[ There's something strange in the air right now. Chuuya shakes his head, hoping it makes him more alert. ]

[strictdiscipline]

[ Who could have known that the effects would be this potent? Surely a thing should have taken at least an hour to settle in, not a paltry few minutes. But here they are, yawning and napping in on-off intervals, and the cinjaw are barely any closer to fulfilling their duty on this planet and producing more offspring. ]

It's— [ another yawn ] alright, though I do think we should speed up here before we both fall asleep.

[ The cinjaw closes to them seems to agree; it gives a snort, then flicks its tail sharply, slapping Chuuya right in the butt.

Hopefully he likes being hit on by local fauna. ]

[tricksune]

[ It's an odd time and place for a nap, and usually, he isn't the type who'd abide by this. They have work to do, and it's hard to manage that much when he has some lump of a man snuggling with him—honestly, who was supposed to be the adult here? He should just leave him in the dirt and get back to Animal Planet business. What an invasion of his personal bubble.

But he was very recently robbed of a similar opportunity to this one, and it's been nagging at him since. After a moment of excited, heart-thumping deliberation, he leans in experimentally, keeping his voice low and soft as he ever-so-gently pries one of his arms free. ]

Nakahara—? [ He tests how deep his slumber is by tapping at his cheek. Poke poke. ] Are you awake?

[vacuum]

[ Why can't Yusuke be a good boy and let the strange adult man cuddle up with him ...

Yusuke's voice is way too soft for Chuuya to hear, and not even having his arm moved, or the tapping against his cheek, seems to be enough to arouse him. He's always been a deep sleeper. If Yusuke really wants to wake him up, he's going to have to shake him or shout at him.

Since he's being so quiet, Chuuya continues to lead against his ... bony, probably uncomfortable twink body. ]

[tricksune]

[ Stop bodyshaming him?? He can't be picky about human pillows, especially since Yusuke is being generous enough not to slap him awake.

Not out of any altruism, though. Instead... Yusuke's expression brightens, suddenly delighted—what fortune! Circumstance smiles upon him!! The last time he tried this, the slumbering party had woken up immediately, but now is his moment, his chance, his golden ticket opportunity.

And so, he takes out a pen and immediately sets to work, drawing on Chuuya's face. ]

judging him w/ those dogs

[quevalry]

[ Those dogs are big and she finds herself staring at them, having to recount how many he's dealing with. It doesn't help that it seems he is, well, shorter than the dogs too. Lena doesn't waste any time when it comes to zipping away to stand in front of him. ]

You, uh, okay there?

[ Because from her point of her, it looks as if he's struggling a little. ]

Re: judging him w/ those dogs

[vacuum]

[ This girl is quick. Chuuya's a little stunned to find a young woman appearing so suddenly in front of him, and in his momentary shock he almost lets go of the leashes. ] Wah!

[ Thankfully, he catches them in time, because these dogs? They're grasping at every opportunity to run around the place free. ]

I'm fine, geez. [ how did she get here so quickly, though ] They're just a bunch of dogs.

[ Rowdy dogs of considerable size. And Chuuya's only 5'3". One of the dogs give a particularly ahrd tug, almost forcing him to trip as well, ]

[quevalry]

I wouldn't say that they're just dogs.

[ Not when they can easily overwhelm someone like Chuuya and looks like they can rip his arm off. Walking close to him, she crosses her arms. ] Do you want a hand with them? I don't mind. I like dogs!

knife time

[coolerjunpei]

[Fact: Junpei is really goddamn afraid of needles. The fact that he's in this blood bank volunteer area is a miracle in and of itself, but it's all for the money. He needs a good 200 silver for a few minutes of bleeding, it sounds great on paper, but he's not immediately seen to the second he walks in and so he's left to get more and more nervous by the minute while he waits.

Watching the other volunteers get their blood taken, even painlessly and with a nice glass of alien orange juice afterward, doesn't ease his nerves at all. In fact, by the time someone approaches him, he's all but hugging himself to protect his precious veins and tells at least two different volunteers that he's already had his blood taken and he's just waiting for a friend. It works those first two times... and then this little guy pulls out a knife?]

Whoa, wait— holy shit, no way. Not a chance! Not with that!

[Can he hug himself any tighter? It's time to find out.]

[vacuum]

[ What a pussy. Being cut with a knife is nothing for Chuuya, who regularly carries around a knife for those occasions he may need one. You never know. Junpei's obvious terror garners no sympathy from him at all. He has an objective today, and he intends to complete it. Chuuya won't force him, but he isn't going to feel sorry enough for him either. ]

They have healing potions. [ Or something. He knows nothing about magic. ] It'll only hurt for a few minutes, what's the problem?

WILDCARD ME

[rhygret]

[ please ;v; unless you want another c... ]

aftermath of c

[vacuum]

[ ooc: this took so long because i couldn't think of anything good enough and now i'm just going to go with the trashiest thing on the planet. ]

[ Nobody told him the aphrodisiac's effects would last so long. Chuuya's been hot all over for a good hour or so, and save for the very obvious solution (that he's not going to partake in in the middle of the freakin' woods, thank you very much), there doesn't seem to be anything he can do to curb the effects. He isn't even in the immediate vicinity of the sprayed areas anymore, having decided to get as far away from them as possible, but the systemic effects ... continue to persist. There are plenty of things Chuuya's tried: drinking plenty of water, working it out with a good run ... but nothing's worked so far.

At some point of his difficult journey, the aphrodisiac's made him so hot, he desperately needs to cool down. That's why, with no one else in the area with him, he's decided to take a quick soak in the cool lake waters. The lake's beautiful, but uncomfortably cold, and currently, that seems to be exactly what his body needs. With hope, it'll cure him of that aphrodisiac too; like a cold shower in the outdoors.

He expects to be alone. He doesn't anticipate that someone may be wandering around this part of the woods also. When the branches rustle, and his attention is brought to the fact that there's somebody else here, Chuuya immediately grabs his ... shoe and throws it at them. ]

Shit. Wait -- Don't come in! [ He's not decent! ]

b&b; a love that aphro can't buy

[presses]

( in Murkwell it's hard to tell where the fog in the air begins and the fog in your mind ends — the air is thick in the lowlands and makes getting a full breath laborious if there's a lot of moving around happening, and when it comes to species preservation, there's plenty of that occurring.

he finds it pretty funny, that these critters might get luckier in the love department than he has, even if it is with some ...coercive help. whatever, ethics don't apply to bugs and animals and watching too many of them fuck with his help has gotten him in a hopelessly dour mood, reminding him of his own lack of luck in the department. 25 and this is where his life is... jealous of aphrodisiac-influenced mating and pairing off of strange animals.

if that wasn't enough, he's pretty sure he's stepped on about a dozen different sets of bones today. he doesn't need to be contemplating mortality on top of his inability to find love, but today is determined to be that-kind-of-day. it's when one particular spray leaves his canister emptying itself out into a soft hiss and gurgle that Eugene realizes he's light-headed. very. he's been at this and his documentations all day and his canteen's been empty for at least half of it. in spite of the upwind draft and his own intelligence, Eugene's lifting his mask the moment he notices someone moving by. they're quick, small, and if he isn't fast, he might not come across another person soon and like hell he's gonna go find a river and drink water on some strange planet.

there's some water dangling around the person's neck, strapped loosely, and with a careful approach from behind he's attempting to quietly sneak up on the masked stranger. if he's careful, he can just yank the canteen off from around their neck. they probably don't need it as badly as he does and they seem to be heading southeast, where civilization is and a bit less of animals lazily fucking. maybe they're done with their documenting and spraying.

there is the matter of his own canister, but he'll deal with it after some water. he's sure he had at least a half a can left in that one and the nozzle's probably jammed.

this is just a matter of. being. very quiet and careful. and ignoring how nice this person's hair is. it's hard not to fixate on it, or the nape of their neck, but whatever, whatever, he's thirsty. he needs water. )

[vacuum]

[ this tag is so deep, how can i compare. eugene has such deep thoughts.

While Chuuya may not be going through as much of a crisis, he is becoming incredibly tired of watching these animals do their dirty business. It's unsightly to him, and after the fifth time, anyone would start lamenting about arbitrary things like how these animals probably have more company and experience than he's had in his whole life ...

Not that he actually, actively seeks that sort of thing. If it fell into his lap that would be fine, he would go along with it (it hasn't fallen into his lap so far), but he isn't going to make this a central goal in his life. He does have some bitterness when he thinks about how easily Dazai would get the attention of women, despite how badly he would eventually treat them. That was the extent of how much Chuuya fixated on the matter, however.

i dont know where i was going wit this tag, i had a goal and i dont know what it is. ANYWAY

Having been in many fights in the past, Chuuya has developed quite an acute spatial awareness. The moment Eugene had stepped into his space, he had known. Chuuya hadn't acted on that knowledge, however. He was curious to see what this stranger was after.

And once Eugene reaches out for his water ... Chuuya grabs hold of his wrist, yanking it toward him as he kicks at Eugene's feet and tries to throw him off balance. If he's successful, he'll get Eugene face-first on the ground, locking his arm painfully behind him as he steps on his back. Chuuya doesn't weigh very much, but he could ... if the situation called for it. ]

Didn't think there'd be anyone stupid enough to try and sneak up on me. How does that feel, asshole?

[ The back of this person's head sure looks awfully familiar, though ... ]

BB - C

[cassus]

[ Chuuya might be the poster child for motivation, spending his time fervently marinating every inch of the surrounding forest in what has to be a nauseating cocktail of pheromones, hormones and synthesized drugs in one potent little aerosol package. But Dazai has chosen the high ground in this particular situation.

No, not the moral high ground. That's definitely asking too much. More like the literal sort, considering he's spent his time catching a little shuteye atop a short craggy outcropping of some crumbling ruins. They provided the perfect hideaway, keeping him out of Chuuya's sight as the other man terrorized the wildlife.

Once the surrounding area goes quiet Dazai returns to level ground, feeling slightly more motivated to work once he's left in the comfort of his solitude. It's then that he's greeted with the sight of a mask-toting Sepht as it barrels straight towards him, followed shortly by a familiar redhead, without any real facial protection whatsoever.

Two things happen in short succession. Firstly, Dazai simply side-steps the initial assault of a marsupial with it's mind dead-set on revenge. Not an ounce of effort is exerted to retrieve what has to be Chuuya's mask, instead Dazai impassively watches as Chuuya's gear ends up carried off into the distance. ]

Looks like your date wasn't interested.

[ And if that doesn't add insult to injury, Dazai is more than willing to make sure he can. All it takes is a smirk behind his own mask and the tilt of his head, addressing Chuuya with an utterly condescending tone. ]

But you should be used to that by now, right?

[vacuum]

[ He does not. Have time for this. He knows that the longer he stays exposed, the higher chance of being affected by the drug he'll have (if he isn't affected already). That mask was the only thing protecting him, and he doesn't have the mind to entertain an irritating asshole who won't even help. The remark would sting more if he weren't in such urgency to get his mask back (mostly because it's true), but right now, Chuuya barely registers it. ]

Asshole -- how difficult would it have been to just grab the mask as it was passing by?! [ But perhaps it was his fault for ever thinking Dazai would be willing to help. Realising that shouting was only putting him at more risk of being affected, Chuuya clamps up, tying his handkerchief around his mouth and nose.

He then makes a frustrated sound and continues chasing the flying creature, using his powers to float higher so that he can grab onto it. ]

b&b pt. b ...........

[pappio]

[ Looks like it's time for round two. With Chuuya going for the full-armed embrace, Gladio's only got one arm free for swatting at the cinjaw that's roamed far too close for comfort. He's barely acknowledging the sudden weight on his shoulder in time to tip his head and jostle him, which is doing little to mitigate the clinginess. Gladio isn't necessarily opposed to the arrangement, or Chuuya's reign over his arm and the better part of his backbone, but, y'know. Can't help but factor in how the last time went, and that venue wasn't nearly so public or scandalizing. ]

Again? Oy, get up.

[ How Gladio managed to rope Chuuya's help for this remains an ever-present mystery. His breath's on the punch-out even with one yawn contagiously catching onto the next. He's a natural savage with all the touchy-feely sensations that come with grazing his skin on the serrated edge of blades, but besides loaning out his shoulder to his sister to lay her head on (and the prince, on the rare occasion he didn't just wriggle his arm to freedom), it's been a while since his left arm's seen some action. Make a guy sweat like this, why don't you.

Naturally, when push comes to shove, he'll rag on it. ]

Hey! Up and at 'em. Can't keep that low profile of yours if you're always on my ass like this. Might give people ideas.

[ Leeching heat off Gladio like a ragdoll's bound to get all the wild animals gossiping about the (little) guy's latest exploits. ]