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nysalogs2018-04-05 12:01 pm
thetaintedsorrow) wrote in nysalogs2018-04-05 12:01 pm
[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![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
arcanestardust!]
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
IV.
But then one day, the scent is back. Whether it's the scent of the salmon eggs benedict that brings Chuuya downstairs, he's already awake, or he's coming home after a long night out drinking...Dylas is there. He's standing in the kitchen. The familiar periwinkle fur of his tail swishes idly just centimeters off the floor. As he moves from sink to stove, there's the familiar bounce of his ears and the fur that tufts beneath them.
He can hear Chuuya. Hell, he can smell Chuuya, but he's not going to say anything. He's going to make enough breakfast for himself (a stark contrast—he often leaves enough for everyone in the fridge) and head out to work.
But he can't help but risk one peek over his shoulder. Whether or not he's caught, he turns his head back to the task at hand. Approach at your own risk, runt.]
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And the news that Dylas was dead.
Chuuya is no stranger to death; he’s seen it countless times, nearly experienced it himself as well, but still, it’s not something he’s ever gotten completely used to. What he has gotten used to is the finality of it all, and so when he comes downstairs to see Dylas in the kitchen he can’t help but think he’s either drunk or dreaming.]
...you’re back.
[That’s all he can think to say as he does indeed approach at his own risk.]
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He focuses on the food in front of him, but his brow furrows when he sees that his hands are shakier than before. He sets down the knife and whirls around, suddenly facing Chuuya.
His tail twirls with him and slams against the door to the oven which, you know, hurts a little, but Dylas tries to ignore that he forgot where his tail was.]
Yep. What do you want?
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[Chuuya flinches when Dylas hits his tail against the oven, because ouch.]
...anyway. Obviously you’re back, so.
[He probably shouldn’t try to get Dylas to talk about it, and Chuuya doubts he would anyway, so he’ll just drop it for now.]
...smells good.
[Whatever Dylas is cooking, Chuuya means.]
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[He says the words quickly, blurting the lie out with finesse. Usually, when he lies, he fidgets or it's obvious to everyone. But he's been practicing this one. It's too important to let go of, at least for now.]
I'm— [And then the pain from having the tip of his tail swung against a metal door comes back to throb painfully in just the right way. He winces and places his hand on the counter. Fuck, that hurts.] I'm almost done with this. I'll be out of your hair after that.
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[Chuuya isn’t entirely sure why he decided to share that little tidbit, and he doubts that Dylas wants to hear his life story, but whatever. It’s out there now, and Chuuya can’t take it back.
His brows furrow, mouth pressing into a thin line when he notices that Dylas seems to be in a hurry to leave.]
It’s your kitchen, isn’t it? That’s what you said before.
[Chuuya sets to making coffee regardless, not wanting to have a staredown with his housemate.]
I’m just here for coffee. You don’t gotta rush off.
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Huh? ...Well, it's not mine. It's Atsushi's.
[He turns back to the stove. It's hard to get back some of the fire (lightning?) that he's been missing lately. It's easier to use his hands, to cook than it is to feel like his old self.]
You don't have to pay extra attention to me. I don't need your pity. I'm fine.
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[Thank god for coffee. Chuuya adds three sugars to his before finally taking a sip, blue eyes fixed on Dylas whether he likes it or not.]
I dunno what happened, but obviously moping about it won’t do shit.
[A pause as Chuuya takes another sip of his coffee.]
It was odd, not smelling food everyday. So there’s that.
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[He slams his fist down hard on the counter. Much to his own embarrassment, it leaves a small dent in the wood—when he says he's stronger than he looks, he means it. But he didn't intend to use the strength to wreck Atsushi's property.
Shit.]
You're full of shit. Did it ever cross your mind that I don't have anything to say to you? We aren't friends, so you don't have to pretend like you have something to say to me!
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Chuuya instantly bristles, and thank god he’s able to calmly set down his coffee mug before he tosses it right at Dylas’ head.]
Who the hell said we were friends, huh?? I’m just trying to be fucking civil to you for Atsushi’s sake!!
[Ohhh boy. He never wanted a shouting match in Atsushi’s house.]
Excuse the hell out of me trying to give a shit!
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[Dylas' tail starts to lash so hard that it starts to create a steady, hollow sound from where it beats against an empty, floor-level cupboard. Dylas is shaking a little, too, shoulders trembling, one of his hands curling into a fist...
The coffee mug is too fast for him to dodge in a state like this. He turns his body to the side and lets it hit his face and neck. It leaves a bruise and spills its hot contents on his clothes before falling to the floor, and it just takes one kick from Dylas to send it to shatter against the wall.]
That burns, you asshole!
[He doesn't move from where he is. He doesn't have to. The scent of the air in the kitchen changes to a certain smell, that smell that comes right before a storm before a lightning bolt erupts from Dylas' body. It heads straight towards Chuuya with laser-like precision, but it's not as fast as true lightning—it can be avoided.]
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His shocked expression quickly shifts into a downright unsettling grin; nothing gets his blood pumping quite like a good fight.]
Are we doing this right here? Cause I’m not holding back if you come at me again.
[The only reason he hesitated at all is to spare Atsushi’s house the damage.]
don't tell atsushi
Like, the 'fwoosh' sound that accompanies a flame springing up.
Dylas doesn't even have time to tell Chuuya that his face looks stupid before he turns around and fumbles for the sink. He turns it on, and then he sets a pot to fill. Luckily, he'd already set out one pitcher of water, because he runs towards the morning room.
So, when someone dodges one of his lightning strikes, they keep going. In this case, a once-lovely curtain is now on fire and at risk of spreading to the couch.]
Shit! Fuck!
This entire thread is don’t tell Atsushi tbh
The adrenaline pumping through his veins actually helps him focus a bit, and he helps fill several pots and pans in record time before moving them all at once with his ability and using them to douse the fire.
Aaaaand now the morning room is soggy and singed. Shit. Fuck.]
Fuck. This is bad.
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His breakfast is lost, too. He'd shoved into the sink in his panic, but eating is the last thing on his mind right now. How could he have done this? Atsushi's place is the last thing he wants to set on fire with lightning.]
No shit. I'll clean this up.
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[Chuuya doesn’t expect thanks, nor does he want it. Both of them are at fault here, but he’s not about to admit guilt in front of Dylas. He’ll just start cleaning up the kitchen, starting with sweeping up the shards of the coffee mug laying shattered on the floor. Ugh, what a fucking mess.]
Is the carpet ruined?
[You know, after being drenched with water and all. He doesn’t expect Dylas to answer, really, but whatever. He needs to know whether he’s gotta shell out money to replace the carpet and furntiture.]
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'It's too wet to say you pissed all over it,' is how he wants to snap back. But he's done. He's tired. He knows he could be angry at Chuuya for weeks (and probably will be), but thinking about how Atsushi will react...once he's gathered up the curtain under his arm, he sniffles and wipes a tear that's stinging his eye.]
It's not ruined.
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Now to survey the damage in the morning room. He grabs a few rags to soak up the water on the carpet in hopes it won’t mildew.
Oh. Oh shit. Is Dylas...sniffling? Is it allergy season on Nysa? There’s no way he could be crying, right?
...ugh.]
...it’s fine.
[Chuuya bends down and starts sopping up the mess, refusing to look Dylas in the eye.]
He won’t kick us out or anything. He’s not like that.
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It's not fine, dammit.
[He clutches the burned curtain to his chest, worried Chuuya will attempt to make that float away next. Aside from the water stains and some ash and smoke scent, the morning room didn't get ruined too badly. But the curtain is definitely a goner. He stands back to his feet, avoiding looking at Chuuya, head swimming.]
I need to tell him about this. I'm not going to lie to him.
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[Ugh. Fuck. Why this??? It would be way easier to hate Dylas if he didn’t act so human.
Chuuya sighs, gathering up the soaked towels to throw into the wash. At least the lasting damage is minimal, but things are doing to be real fucking awkward in the mansion for a while.]
We’ll tell him together.
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Or something less extreme, but.]
I don't want your help. I'll take care of it on my own.
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[Chuuya doesn’t particularly care whether Dylas rats him out or not at this point. Hopefully Atsushi will just overlook this entire incident, then they can both live their lives as usual.
Chuuya will clean up what he can before heading back into the kitchen to make himself more coffee.]
Just know I’m not gonna walk on eggshells around you. I’ll be civil, but I’m not gonna spare your feelings.
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It would be so easy to apologize, but instead he just stands in the morning room clutching burnt curtains and looking like a kicked animal. He holds one of his arms with his other hand. Words. What are words. Just...say something.]
It's...fine.
[So far, so good.]
I don't care what you do or what you think.
[Okay, so his "do whatever you want, that's fine" came out sounding like he's an asshole, but. Oh, well.]
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I’m heading up to my room.
[With that Chuuya leaves, but Dylas will find enough coffee left for a mug for himself if he wants it. It’s a small, probably insignificant peace offering, but it is what it is.]