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OPEN ☆ If we were in a perfect world

Who: Shell Overlord (

steponme) & OPEN
What: Catch-all Log, now with open prompts!!
When: End of April - Start of May
Where: Olympia
Warning(s): Awkward boners, violence

Fight Club | cw: violence, mind control
[For those who venture down to the see the underground fights, they might find a peculiar scene waiting for them. Standing in the arena and awaiting his opponent is Shell. But for those who know him, there's really no questions that he's not exact;y the fighting type. What's he doing there? Well...]

A. VS (Previous CR only please!)
[...it looks like he's your opponent today. He doesn't look very intimidating, not particularly dressed down beyond having taken off his jacket and scarf, and he doesn't seem to be holding a weapon of any kind. But something you might notice is that a good chunk of the crowd seems to be stepping back. You probably haven't seen what he can do yet -- but even the refferee looks a little standoffish, climbing up over the barricade to stand atop it, out of reach. But as for Shell-- well, he didn't expect to see anyone he knew here.]

...what are you doing here?

B. Domination (OTA)
[...it looks like his battle is about to start. If you're smart, and you've chosen to follow the crowd in sitting in one of the higher seats, then you'll only see the "battle" play out. Shell enters, and just as his opponent starts getting into stance to fight, he suddenly freezes and collapses to his knees. As Shell steps closer, the man starts to scream, pleading for it to "stop" -- whatever it is. Eventually, Shell leans down and whispers something to him, and he starts screaming for the refferee that he gives up.]

[But if you were curious enough to stay as close to the ring as possible, then you'll get to experience what those sitting in the higher seats can only watch: a strong sense of fear and dread seemingly emanates off the battle arena, causing those sitting closest to experience effects similar to the man in the ring. Some start crying, others scream, but most of them only stand and stare in petrified silence. Even the refferee seems affected for a few moments, taking far too long to end the match and give Shell the win.]

[And the moment he does, the heavy atmosphere disappears as suddenly as it appeared. But as Shell heads off stage to wait for his next match, for some reason, he doesn't look very happy about it.]

[ooc: Feel free to alter prompts as you see fit! Let me know in Prompt A whether your character will be effected by Shell's pheromones, as they have a 25% chance of failing entirely. Please note that if you choose to have your character sit too close in Prompt B, they will be affected as well. If you'd like to avoid that, have them sit further back!]

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[Huh...well. It’s true that only a couple of people on Nysa can confirm Chuuya’s prior career path...

But still!!!]

Oi. You calling me a liar?

[Just to look intimidating he activates his ability, that telltale red aura surrounding him. He really does have the air of someone dangerous...]

I used to have people shitting their pants at the sight of me.

[Only because of Soukoku’s reputation, but okay, Chuuya.

He’s miffed, but if he were actually pissed off Shell would know it.]

I-I never said you were a liar! It's just... hard to imagine knowing you the way I do.

[Oh yes, he definitely has the air of someone dangerous when he starts glowing like that. But Shell's reaction to that might seem a bit odd, because something about it had his cheeks flushing ever so slightly as he looks away.]

After all, I could say the same about myself... but you probably can't picture that too well either, right?

[He can’t help it if he gets a little cuddly when he’s drunk!! Actually he can by not drinking, but shh.]

You said you were a big deal back home, right?

[Chuuya deactivates his ability, satisfied that he’s probably gotten his point across.]

You have that rich noble air about you without being a complete snob.

[A huff.]

Can’t picture you fighting though.

Something like that... I'm the son of a Blood Lord, one of five leaders who maintains control of the blood reserves produced from the human farms. [...] My father chose me to become his heir... even though I never really felt suited for it.

[Since he's an abnormal, after all. It's not as though he felt like he couldn't do the job -- it was more a case of whether it felt like something he should do.]

But I've never needed to fight. My pheromones are descent from the strongest line among Blood Lords. If I were using them now, you'd probably be too uncomfortable to even be in the same room as me.

[Human farms...god, what kind of fucked world did Shell come from...?]

You said that before. I’m tempted to make you try them on me just to see.

[How bad can it be?

But anyway, he did interrupt Shell’s meal.]

You can eat.

[There are many, many reasons for his hang-ups about drinking human blood. Clearly very good ones -- Chuuya's livestock comment before wasn't too far off from how most vampires saw humans.]

[But then Chuuya points out that yes, Shell hasn't started his drink. And there's definitely a moment where he seems to grimace down at the glass. Maybe this time, it'll be okay...]

Ah... right.

[...]

[And he just fuckin' throws it back, chugging down the whole glass with his eyes closed as if he were taking a shot. When he lowers the glass and sets it on the counter, his whole body seems to shiver, and he makes a face. Very obviously unpleasant.]

[...that’s an odd reaction to a meal. Chuuya really doesn’t mean to stare, but clearly this blood must be awful to Shell for him to just knock it back like a medicine you don’t want to taste.

And now he looks like he’s going to be sick.]

Something wrong with the blood?

[He’s ignorant of the source, but it can’t be good if it isn’t fresh from a vein, right? At least, that’s what Chuuya will assume.

Just how long has Shell been forcing himself to drink this way?]

You’re sick from it, aren’t you?

[He's... keeping it down for now! Hopefully the anti-nausea medication works. At this point, it's one of the last things he tried. And so he shakes his head.]

It's... it's just not very good. I haven't found a way to make it last very long. Usually the first glass is okay, but every glass after that just starts to taste worse, even if I keep it frozen until I'm ready to drink it.

...it’s animal blood, isn’t it?

[Shell being so adamant about not drinking human blood is still fresh in Chuuya’s mind despite his drunkenness on his birthday, and it honestly still baffles him.]

Is that why it’s bad?

[Chuuya furrows his brows. He just doesn’t get it; why starve yourself when there’s people willing to feed you for free? Shell hasn’t actually given him a reason why yet.]

Why won’t you drink human blood?

Edited (Adding things ) 2018-04-30 13:25 (UTC)

[Shell nods when Chuuya guesses that it's animal blood, but then he continues, and Shell's expression falters.]

...I told you before it's complicated. Why does it-- matter to you whether I drink it or not?

[Ooh... that's not settling as well as it was a minute ago.]

[Oh boy, this isn’t going to end well.]

Because you’re killing yourself for no good reason, and that pisses me off.

[Chuuya might sound harsh, but this is a dose of reality that Shell needs to move on from his hangups, and, you know, not fucking starve to death.]

You just gonna keep on until you get too sick to move? That’s being really goddamn selfish to the people that give a shit about you.

Selfish...? You have no idea what my world was like-- what it was like for the humans living there.

[But that's not Chuuya's fault. Which is the only reason he hasn't raised his voice.]

[But if Chuuya really wants to know, then maybe he should tell him exactly what it is that made his world so terrible. Maybe then he'll understand, even if he still can't accept it.]

...and I didn't either. Even though I always felt guilty when I drank their blood, I never realized... I never even thought it. How they must have felt, being kept alive only for their blood, living and dying by the will of my kind... kept as toys to be paraded at parties, and played with until their master losses interest and consumes them ...most of them weren't even given names!

["We give up our names to survive" -- Shell hadn't understood what One meant back then, but he did now.]

Maybe you're right, and it is selfish... but I've spent the past thirty years being selfish at their expense, and I'm tired of it!

[Ah. Well. That certainly is terrible; even worse than Chuuya originally thought, but it doesn’t matter anymore. Their worlds are gone, lost to the Storm, and they’re never coming back.

Chuuya clenches his fists at his sides; he hates being told he doesn’t know something, even if it’s true.]

Yeah, that’s fucked up and wrong, and you’re right, I dunno what your world was like, and I never will, because it’s gone.

[A sharp inhale, as if Chuuya has been physically harmed.]

My world is too. It’s all fucking gone, in the past. So why keep clinging to shit that doesn’t apply in this world? [He grits his teeth. This is just as much a speech to himself as it is to Shell.] This isn’t your world, and humans aren’t cattle here, so whatever you think you’re doing by not feeding on willing humans, it’s not fucking worth it.

[Likewise-- Shell flinches when Chuuya emphasizes that their worlds are gone. Sure, there's no real love lost as far as Shell is concerned, but knowing that the life he lived before and the future he could have had is gone is still a hard pill to swallow.]

You keep saying willing... but that's doesn't-- that doesn't make it--

[He doesn't finish his sentence, instead flinching as he suddenly brings a hand up to his mouth. Maybe if he weren't arguing right now, he could have at least tried to keep it down, but there's no use here. And so he quickly turns and loses his lunch in the sink.]

[...which would probably look significantly more horrifying without the context that he drinks blood, since that's all that comes up.]

[Chuuya doesn’t like being an asshole about this, but god damn it, sugarcoating things isn’t going to get them anywhere. He’s more than ready to keep arguing his point when Shell turns around and vomits into the sink, and all at once Chuuya’s rising anger seems to dissipate. God, this is so fucked up in so many ways, Chuuya doesn’t even know where to begin...

Sighing, Chuuya grabs a handkerchief out of his coat pocket and tosses it onto the counter next to Shell so he can wipe his mouth on something other than his clothes.]

I get it. You’re trying not to continue a shitty cycle, but you’re already doing way fucking better by not treating humans like livestock, so cut yourself some slack before you drop dead.

Edited 2018-05-01 00:28 (UTC)

[Shell is trembling as he stands at the sink, reaching up with a shaky hand first to turn on the faucet, and then to grab a handful of water to wipe his face and rinse out his mouth -- only then reaching out for the handkerchief to dry off.]

...I don't deserve to. [Deserve what-- to cut himself some slack? To live? Even he's not sure which he's referring to.] I just... don't know what else to do.

[That has to taste twice as terrible coming back up...

Ugh. Chuuya has had enough of the self-flagellation around here. What is with all these people being gluttons for punishment??]

Drink from me.

[It sounds more like an order than an offer.]

I won’t die. Reign and Diva have before, so just do it.

[It's better that it comes out like an order. For Shell, it was easier to think of it like he was being ordered to drink -- it left no room for him to argue, letting him delude himself into thinking he had no choice but to obey, so that he might absolve himself of some of the guilt.]

[It was a strange, twisted way of thinking... but if it made him feel better about it all, what was the harm?]

[Still, there's a clear moment of mentally debating with himself before he quietly nods. Though Chuuya has no way of knowing the full extent of Shell's trauma, the fact that he asserts that he won't die helps more than he night realize.]

...okay. I'll... drink from you.

[They should probably move somewhere so he can get them sitting down -- but Shell's still unsteady enough that he might need a bit of a hand moving away from the sink.]

[Whatever helps Shell sleep at night; Chuuya is a bit surprised at the change of heart, but he’s not about to ask a ton of questions about it, either. The important thing is that he’s finally convinced Shell to drink, and he can’t fuck around now. If he shows even one split second of hesitation he just knows Shell will refuse his blood, so he calmly approaches the vampire and helps guide him over to the sitting area.

Chuuya will sit down next to him before removing his hat and setting it aside.]

The only rules are that the collar stays on and try not to get my suit dirty. Got it?

[He’s got his own personal reasons for keeping his collar on, and he’s rather found of this suit, considering it’s from back home.]

[He's easily led to sit beside him, watching as Chuuya puts his hat aside, opening his shirt collar... it vaguely occurs to him in the back of his mind that he could easily feed from his wrist instead. Or anywhere, really. And maybe it would easier that way...]

[The last time he fed from a human's neck, they died in his arms.]

[But that's not going to happen this time. He'll make sure of it.]

[Still, he hesitates as he shifts closer, unfamiliar as he is with feeding directly from humans like this. He knows he can avoid the collar, but... he might get messy. And he doesn't want to get his suit dirty...]

[And so, before he leans in, he reaches up to unwrap the red scarf Chuuya had returned to him from around his neck and instead drapes it over Chuuya's shoulder, serving as a barrier between his suit and where he's planning to bite. Chuuya was more important than some old scarf, anyway.]

[And then he leans in closer, breath tickling against Chuuya's skin.]

Tell me... to stop if it hurts too much... okay?

[It’s odd just how thoughtful Shell is being about all this, but it’s not bad. Chuuya appreciates the addition of the scarf, even if it’s probably not necessary, because it must mean a lot to Shell, and here he is offering it up as a napkin. It’s almost sweet.

Despite the almost somber tone of the moment, Chuuya feels just a tiny shiver of excitement as he offers up his neck for Shell to bite.]

Got it.

[It’s nothing Chuuya can’t handle.]

Edited 2018-05-01 06:20 (UTC)

[Nothing he can't handle... that's probably true, but the real question is whether Shell will be able to handle it. Even as he finally opens his mouth to bite him, he hesitates, trembling a little. Eventually, he opts to hold onto Chuuya for more support -- more so for himself than Chuuya's sake, really. And with one hand settled behind his neck and the other on his shoulder, Shell finally starts to bite down on his skin.]

[But perhaps unlike when Chuuya was bitten by Diva, or even Reign, it's much more of a legitimate bite than the stereotypical puncture wound. But once the blood begins to flow, he starts to drink it up -- lapping at his skin more than sucking on the wound.]

[But if Chuuya thinks he's gonna walk out of this with a boner, he's going to have to get past the fact that Shell is very obviously crying as he drinks, try as he might to keep it quiet. But hey, maybe he's into the whole pretty-boys crying thing??]

[Those teeth sinking into his flesh are certainly painful, even moreso than when Reign and Diva had fed on him, but of course Chuuya doesn’t protest, instead threading gloved fingers through soft, golden hair as Shell drinks from his neck.

No, he’s not into pretty boys crying, so any sparks of arousal he’d felt are quickly snuffed out, but it’s fine. This is for Shell’s health, after all, and Chuuya is just really fucking glad the guy had finally come to his senses.

It’s odd, how intimate it feels without being sexual, and Chuuya just keeps sliding his fingers through Shell’s hair until he feels he’s had enough. He won’t let the guy drain him dry, but he doesn’t think he has to worry about that anyway with how borderline gentle he was about feeding from Chuuya.]

[The hand running through his hair feels nice, and it's probably the only reason he's not sobbing as he drinks. It tastes so good -- blood offered willingly, given to him out of a place of concern, was a flavor far sweeter than anything else he's had before. And compared to what he's spent the better half of the last two months drinking, right now, it felt like it was the best thing he's ever tasted.]

[But memories of One offering his own blood to Shell are still fresh in his mind as well, pushing out more tears than he might have shed otherwise.]

[He doesn't take very much. He doesn't need much, for how little he's gotten by on lately. But he'll lap at the wound until the flow of blood slows, before pulling back and pressing the red silken scarf against it.]

[And when he pulls back, he sniffles a little -- eyes brimming with tears and blood on his lips.]

H-Hold that there. I'll go grab a first aid kit.

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