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[Open] April Catch-All

Who: Chuuya Nakahara (

thetaintedsorrow) & you!
What: Event aftermath and various shenanigans
When: April
Where: Olympia
Warning(s): None yet, but NSFW will be marked if it happens

I. Bird is the Word

[To all those familiar with Chuuya, the news of the mystery egg he’d magically acquired finally hatching isn’t surprising, nor is the news that it’s a bird. However, what they may not know is that Apollo (a name carefully chosen for his precious child) has grown into something quite flashy in the past month. A royal flycatcher, to be precise, with beautiful plumage to rival any peacock. It’s quite fitting that Apollo is tiny and beautiful, considering who his mother is, but don’t tell Chuuya that.

He’s quite an energetic little thing, and Chuuya can be found out and about in town with the little guy perched on top of his hat, or in the mansion with Apollo perched on his shoulder.

Should anyone get close (within five feet) of Chuuya, they’ll find themselves with a faceful of feathers and an earful of chirps as Apollo checks them out, up close and personal. Of course Chuuya is amused.]

Looks like he likes you.

II. Shots, Shots, Shots

[Chuuya can also be found, sans Apollo, in one of the multitude of bars located around town. He’s currently nursing a glass of fireball whiskey, but anyone who approaches him for either company or simply to harass him will be abruptly challenged to a drinking contest. God bless your soul if you take him up on it.

Should they decline he’ll simply shrug and continue sipping at the amber liquid in his glass.

Either way, they’ll receive this greeting: ]

You here for booze or company?

III. Among the Stars

[Lastly, Chuuya will make a trip to Thesa Station to see all the newly awakened refugees. He can be found checking out the stasis pods, hanging around in one of the lounge areas, or simply indulging in a glass of wine at the mess hall.

He’ll have Apollo on his shoulder, but don’t be afraid. He won’t peck your eyes out. Chuuya may very well try it though, if you see fit to call him tiny. Otherwise he’ll be friendly enough, no matter where he’s approached on the station.]

How’s it going?

IV. Wildcard!

[Surprise me! Or plot things with me! I’m over at

arcanestardust!]

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[ Late evenings have a way of seeping into every bar, no matter how airtight, draping them in an element of deep velveteen shadow. Not even the oily orange of scattered lights, flickering like dying suns on scattered tables, can do more than act as guideposts.

It'd be easier to believe Chuuya was born in a place like this, rising from a tryst between the weight of every dark corner's void and those man-made fireflies of illumination, melting together to be pale skin or the molten-colored waves that frame his face in sharp peaks like armor, plumage, or something a little more ethereal.

He knows this isn't the case. And those facts should change a person's perception. It ought to dull the gauzy flicker of bartop candles spotlighting Chuuya's face in a buttery yellow halo. It should dull his coat and pluck out all the flecks of dust gathered at the hem. Not make it echo of some panther-sleek second skin that Chuuya might slink into at the slightest provocation, transforming into something rightfully feral and fierce, the way people do in legends.

It's Dazai's place to be resilient, untrusting of any illusions which his eyes may create or believe in anything he can't calculate into cold hard facts. But knowing better has never once stopped him from setting his own cautious heart on fire and throwing it to the wind.

So he lets Chuuya's gravitational pull drag him in close enough to be registered as an approaching presence over one shoulder, but not yet recognized. Dazai gladly rectifies this by sliding into the bar-stool at Chuuya's right as he reaches between them to pluck Chuuya's whiskey from where it's just been pressed to his mouth for the sake of another sip. ]

It's so hard to choose, when both will give me an agonizing headache!

[ Dazai doesn't bother turning the lip of Chuuya's glass around to avoid the visible mouthed-marks where he's been drinking. Without pause he merely downs a mouthful of the contents with a brisk tilt of the glass. ]

Oh? Are you implying I can only choose one or the other?

[Mephisto sits in the seat next to Chuuya, the gold brooch given to him by the city in plain sight -- which might just explain the bartender sliding a drink over his way before he even has a chance to make an order, calling out that it's on the house.]

[It's actually been a while since Mephisto has gone out -- wary as he is about just who might be tracking his activity this time. It wasn't that long ago that he was kidnapped after a night of boozing with a familiar face. But so long as he keeps his guard up and avoids actually leaving with anyone through means other than his teleportation, he should be fine.]

I would think a man who comes to a bar seeking only booze must be a rather lonely creature... so, what about your, Mr. Nakahara? What are you looking for tonight?

[ he's not a huge fan of Olympia, but there he is. he's got friends in the area, allies that he wants to check in on--- despite the glances at his fluffy listeners and that tail that swings side to side happily as he walks around only receiving a few hard looks in return.

but when he passes by Chuuya, he receives an earful of chirps and feathers, and he winces. ]

H-hey! What's going on?!

[ growl. ]

[Chuuya had been so focused on the selection of booze behind the counter, pondering what to order next, that he’d only given the person sitting next to him a sidelong glance at first. Shots need to be carefully planned out to avoid getting too drunk too quickly after all, and Chuuya is a master mixologist himself. There’s quite a selection of booze, a lot of which he’s never even heard of (this being a different planet and all), but not even that can distract him from the familiar voice addressing him now.

And lo and behold, he turns on his barstool to see none other than Mephisto (or Johann, as Chuuya knows him), looking smug as he gets a free drink passed his way.]

It’s you.

[There’s no disdain in his voice, but he does look a little surprised. He hasn’t seen Mephisto since their first meeting, and here he is, with a shiny gold broach that almost blinds Chuuya when it catches the light.]

You a hero or something?

[He knows what they’re for; Dylas and Atsushi had received theirs as well. God, is he the only one in the goddamn city that hadn’t been involved??

He snorts at the question before turning his attention back to his whiskey.]

Fuck if I know. It’s just a good night for a drink is all.

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[He gives a little wave when he's finally noticed, snickering at Chuuya's question-- and his answer.]

It would appear so! And I must say, I certainly don't mind the attention, even if it feels a bit silly in the face of all that happened.

[Of course, he's not going to be making it clear whether be was one of the taken or one of the rescuers -- or at least, certainly not yet.]

Ah, but to that, I'd have to agree! Though I would sooner say any night is a good one for a drink or two... say, I know!

Seeing as it would be such a shame to let my newfound fame go to waste, why don't we play a little game? Stick close with me, and I'm sure you'll find yourself getting plenty of free drinks as well.

Hm?

[Chuuya has to do a double take when he sees the guy with...ears...and a tail...

Okay. Maybe he shouldn’t be so surprised. Unicorns exist here, after all.]

Oi. Apollo. Back off.

[Judging by that growl, whoever this is doesn’t appreciate a bird in his face, and he’d rather not have his precious pet get chomped. Apollo obeys and flits back over to Chuuya’s shoulder, eying the stranger warily.]

Who’re you?

Not that silly if it gets you free drinks.

[Somebody sounds jealous.]

Well, you’re not wrong. No such thing as a bad night for a drink.

[Oh? Mephisto has Chuuya’s undivided attention at the mention of free drinks. What a hopeless lush.]

What do you mean by stick close?

Edited 2018-04-06 01:50 (UTC)

[Oh he does, huh? Then he's going to see exactly what Mephisto's doing -- even if he won't understand at all how he's doing it.]

Hmm, I wonder... what sounds more fun to you? I suppose simply sitting in close proximity is an option. Or perhaps--

[He holds up his hand and snaps his fingers -- and when he does, suddenly the entire room seems to shift. Or at least, that's probably how it'll look to Chuuya. In the time it takes for him to blink, he's moved from where he's sitting on his stool... to sitting in Mephisto's lap. Still facing the bar at least, but that doesn't really make it any less ridiculous.]

[Normally Mephisto wasn't quite this forward, especially with someone he's only slept with once, but... it's been over three weeks since he's been able to do anything given the whole kidnapping and the state his body was in after he was revived. Now that he's been healed up, he's feeling a bit pent up.]

[Amazing what a lack of anime and video games can do to a demon's sex drive...]

Fufufu... or we could do something like this?

[Chuuya swears for a second that he must be far more intoxicated than he’d first guessed; why else would the room be shifting like that?? Jesus Christ, just how strong is the booze on this planet?? He swears he only had a single glass of whiskey! Really!! He shouldn’t be drunk enough to be swaying like he is...

Except no booze is strong enough to teleport somebody, and Mephisto’s lap is definitely not the barstool he’d just been sitting on. Chuuya blinks a few times, utterly baffled; he’s seen Mephisto do magic tricks before, and he’s even witnessed others shoot lightning from their hands and transform into beasts, but that doesn’t make it any less strange to be the guinea pig.

It takes a few more seconds for him to realize that his ass is planted firmly on the other’s lap, and he must look utterly shameless to any onlookers.]

What the actual fuck??

[There’s a light blush rising to his cheeks as the suggestiveness of the position and the crowded status of the bar finally sink in.]

Who said you could put me in your lap like some tavern wench??

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Oh? Having second thoughts already?

[Okay, but--]

[Chuuya is hardly there for two seconds, and already the bartender is coming over with a refill for his drink. The man is laughing, of course -- but surely that's a small price to pay for some free booze?]

[Mephisto's laughing might be more obnoxious, though.]

You're free to climb down if you'd like to forfeit... provided this isn't too high up for you, of course!

[Going out wearing that brooch was a mistake. All the attention Atsushi got was just too much, and with all the free samples, he felt obligated to buy something at least some of the time. Even if he got everything at a reasonable price, and even if he can afford it right now, he simply bought too much! Atsushi finds himself absolutely exhausted by the experience - and that was before dragging everything home. He really should have accepted the one store's offer to deliver everything, but he felt awkward enough already.

So here he is, returning home at last - and he's barely closed the door behind him before getting a face full of feathery fluttering. With both his hands occupied by shopping bags, Atsushi yelps and jumps back, pressing himself against the door as if he might blend seamlessly into that background if he just presses hard enough.

Only then does he carefully open an eye to check what's going on.]

[Chuuya is about to complain once again when the bartender refills his drink without being asked to, and that certainly does get him to stop squirming...for now. Holy shit, is it really that easy? That brooch must be goddamn magical. Or, you know, it’s like Mephisto said, heroes get special attention, and apparently so do the people close to them.

Obnoxious laughter and short joke aside, Chuuya could deal with being a lap ~~dog~~ decoration for a little while longer if it means free booze.]

...I’ll take it.

[He downs the whiskey refill like a champ, relishing the burn as it slides down his throat. Ah, nothing like a little booze to put a smirk on Chuuya’s face. He turns until he’s sitting sideways on Mephisto’s lap, feet dangling off the floor.]

You up for a drinking contest, Johann?

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[ there will always be at least one guy with ears and a tail, somewhere. in this universe or another. just like unicorns. maybe. ]

I'm Keaton. [ he points to himself with a thumb, still eyeing the bird with narrowed eyes... the bird is pretty. it would totally look good in his house/cave, and he licks his lips petulantly. ]

Is the bird your pet? Or are you the bird's pet?

[ then almost like a light switch is flicked on, he grins. ]

Please, call me Faust! Hardly anyone calls me Johann these days. [Also u gotta earn first name privileges, punk.]

[He snickers at the pout on Chuuya's face, resisting the urge to pat him on the head like the well-behaved dog he is... you know, for now. He might get more handsy after a few drinks.]

Ah, but a drinking contest, hm? And just what do I get when I win?

When you win?

[Okay, Chuuya is pretty damn sure that this guy isn’t human, but surely he’s not immune to the effects of alcohol. There’s a possibility for Chuuya to win this. Probably. Maybe. Though he does have some whiskey in him already...

Whatever. Like hell he’s giving up without trying.

Chuuya tests out his newfound status by ordering them both a shot of fireball whiskey and sliding Mephisto’s over to him.]

If you win, you can name your prize.

[Bad idea Chuuya...

He lifts his shot glass with a smirk.]

You in?

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[Lucky for Atsushi Apollo is simply curious, and instead of a peck on the head, the tiny bird lands on top of it, making himself at home in Atsushi’s hair with a few whistles and peeps. Meanwhile Chuuya is busy play-fighting with a very enthusiastic Daifuku. Listen, he’ll get a job soon; he’s just pet sitting right now, that’s all.

He glances up when the door opens, chuckling at Apollo’s complete disregard for Atsushi’s personal space.]

He figured out how to fly pretty damn quick.

[Chuuya glances at the bags in Atsushi’s hands.]

Go on a shopping spree?

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Hmmm... then I suppose it'll be the same conditions for yourself? [Also potentially a bad idea. But he's already making some pretty bad choices by going out like this at all, after what happened before. So why not top it off with even more bad decisions?]

[He takes the shot and gestures back at Chuuya with a smirk.] You have yourself a deal.

[of course, for all Mephisto's cockiness, he knew he was something of a lightweight. As he drinks down the whiskey, he knows it'll only take one or two more of these to knock him off his feet... but see, being a demon did come with some advantages. As long as he stays sitting, it won't be obvious at all that he's drunk. Mentally, he'll still remain more or less lucid. But physically, he'll probably have trouble staying upright.]

[So he'll just have to make sure he wins and claims his prize right here in this spot.]

Who’re you calling a pet, Fido?

[Excuse you, Apollo is his baby, not his pet.]

It’s my bird, yeah. And no, you’re not eating it. Try it and I’ll kick your ass.

[But now that that’s out of the way...]

Name’s Chuuya.

[Cue Atsushi trying to look cross-eyed up at his own hair. Of course - Chuuya's bird! Atsushi didn't think it'd fly so quickly. Putting the bags down, he reaches up to carefully pick Apollo out of his hair.]

Hm? Oh... I didn't mean to, but... everyone was very impressed by that brooch I was given. One thing led to another, and... suffice to say, I got enough free samples that I could skip lunch. But I had to buy things at least once in a while...

Sure thing.

[That sure is a cocky answer, and Chuuya follows it up by downing the shot of whiskey without so much as flinching. Screw well thought out decisions when there’s a challenge to be won.]

Alright. Let’s up the ante a bit.

[By which he means ordering shots composed of mixtures of booze instead of just one. A terrible idea, really. The one he orders is a devilish red color, and Chuuya makes a show of tilting it up to down it and licking his lips when he’s finished.]

And just what are you going to ask for if you win, huh?

[Apollo has other plans, it seems, and when Atsushi plucks him out of his hair he simply flits over to Daifuku and lands on the cub’s head with a chirp. What a bold little thing.

Chuuya huffs at Atsushi’s explanation; is he the only one the goddamn city that didn’t get one of those things?]

Well. At least you got free food.

[Chuuya wanders over to peruse what Atsushi brought home.]

Any free booze in here?

[ keaton tilts his head, slightly confused--- ears flopping over to the side as he makes an equally confused noise in the back of his throat. ]

Fido? No, I'm Keaton.

[ he knew human hearing wasn't the best, but it couldn't possibly be this bad. ]

I wasn't thinking about eating your bird! I promise. [ saying it a little louder, he edges closer to Chuuya so he can make sure he hears Keaton correctly. ]

[Okay, that head tilt is adorable...he can’t even be mad.]

Right. Keaton. My bad.

[Chuuya peers around him to glance at his tail curiously. He kind of wants to pet it, not gonna lie.]

Are you some kind of werewolf?

Close.

[ though his tail definitely swishes in confirmation. ]

And what're you? Some kind of human?

[ again, he steals another peek at Apollo and... licks his chops. ]

[Definitely a terrible idea, but this is fine. Mephisto won't be making a show of how he drinks just yet, but he will make sure to keep his eyes fixated on Chuuya's lips as his tongue darts out over them. Mephisto's feeling a little too thirsty tonight, apparently.]

Well now, I suppose that depends. It would be a shame if you're too inebriated by the end of it to give me what I want.

Edited 2018-04-07 07:45 (UTC)

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