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Chuuya “Small Crisis” Nakahara ([personal profile] thetaintedsorrow) wrote in [community profile] nysalogs2018-04-05 12:01 pm

[Open] April Catch-All

Who: Chuuya Nakahara ([personal profile] 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:
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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] arcanestardust!]
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IV.

[personal profile] sullenstallion 2018-04-10 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
[One day, the scent of breakfast isn't there; there's no one there to cook right at seven in the morning, not with Dylas gone.

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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[personal profile] sullenstallion 2018-04-10 03:49 pm (UTC)(link)
['No, go away.' That's the first thought that comes to Dylas. He hates it when people pay attention to him unless he's in the mood for such attention. He might compare himself to a cat in that way, but since no one's ever compared him to anything other than an ass or a horse, well. Here he is.

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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[personal profile] sullenstallion 2018-04-11 05:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Almost dead. But not quite.

[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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[personal profile] sullenstallion 2018-04-12 06:26 am (UTC)(link)
[Golden eyes study Chuuya carefully after that slip-up. Dylas doesn't care. That's what he tells himself, anyways. It's best not to react, right? They aren't close. They. Can't be close.]


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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[personal profile] sullenstallion 2018-04-12 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm not moping, dammit!

[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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[personal profile] sullenstallion 2018-04-13 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
You're the one acting like it with all this shitty, half-hearted concern.

[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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don't tell atsushi

[personal profile] sullenstallion 2018-04-14 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
[He's fought bigger and tougher things than Chuuya. He's sure of it. He's already running through how best to hit this man in the face when a sound interrupts his train of thought. It's the sound of muffled impact, like a hand striking cloth, followed by 'fwoosh.'

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!
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[personal profile] sullenstallion 2018-04-15 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
[Dylas only manages to fling pot or two on the fire himself, but if Chuuya thinks he's about to thank him for the help he has another thing coming. All Chuuya gets for his participation in the clean-up is another glare before Dylas starts to clean up. His priority is in freeing the curtain from its rod so he can fold it and replace it.

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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[personal profile] sullenstallion 2018-04-18 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
[He's pissed off that Chuuya is cleaning up the kitchen. That's his mess in there. His breakfast got knocked to the floor in his haste, he remembers that now. This morning is a complete waste. He can still smell the scent of coffee on himself. He's sure his skin is red beneath his clothes, too, but it's not that big of a deal.

'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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[personal profile] sullenstallion 2018-04-18 08:28 am (UTC)(link)
[He's not crying. He's definitely not crying. It's just one tear...and the threat of more to follow. He bites the inside of his cheek to call himself back to attention, except he bites so hard that he worries for a second the next thing he'll taste will be the bitter, metallic taste of his own blood.]

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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[personal profile] sullenstallion 2018-04-19 12:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[Maybe Chuuya's right. Maybe he "acts" human. Dylas is berating himself over and over in his head for this. For losing his temper, for denting the counter. The fire is his fault, too. A normal person would've grabbed Chuuya and thrown him through the table.

Or something less extreme, but.]


I don't want your help. I'll take care of it on my own.
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[personal profile] sullenstallion 2018-04-20 10:40 am (UTC)(link)
[Dylas wants to just let this all go. He's the one who yelled at Chuuya for trying to be nice, anyways. He's to blame for a lot of this, if not most of it.

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.]