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OPEN ☆ If we were in a perfect world
Who: Shell Overlord (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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!]
steponme) & OPENWhat: 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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Nah. That’s just a side perk.
[That he won’t indulge until Shell is more comfortable with drinking from him, if he ever gets there. He’d rather there not be tears if/when anything sexy happens.
Not sad ones, at least.]
Anyway, yeah, there were books and movies and plays all about vampires back home.
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[Well, he's probably not going to cry again now, knowing that little tidbit of information.]
But I guess that's not that out of the ordinary. Most of the people I've talked to know about us from stories, too. Even if none of them are really accurate-- at least when it comes to Reign and I.
[The stories probably fit vampires like Diva better, even if she wasn't technically a vampire.]
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[Chuuya’s lips curve into a sly grin.]
Well, at least Reign never turned into a bat. You on the other hand...
[Chuuya pokes Shell’s cheek with a finger.]
Were tiny and fluffy when I first found you.
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I still can't believe that actually happened. We don't have anything magical like that were I'm from.
[Well, aside from pheromones, but that's Science™, not magic!]
...are your powers considered magic?
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[Chuuya enjoyed it, at least.]
Nope. They just exist where I’m from. Nothing magical about it.
[Honestly it’s not much of a stretch to call abilities magic, but shh.]
There’s all kinds of abilities. Combat, information gathering, illusions. Almost anything you can think of.
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If it's not magic, then how does it even work? It's one thing for you to be able to float around, but you made me do it too...
[And this is not an invitation to let him experience it again!!]
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[It works with pretty much everything and everyone except Dazai.]
I dunno the in-depth scientific stuff about it. It just works.
[He could go into how he’s a bit different from other ability users, but that requires a higher social link.]
Reign seemed to love floating around.
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[It did sound pretty cool. Floating in the air, walking up walls and ceilings...]
...n-not that I want you try it again. This is the first time in ages where I haven't felt nauseous after eating, and I want to keep it that way.
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[Chuuya yawns; it’s not terribly late, but still, he has a right to be tired after being fed on, even if Shell really didn’t take much blood.]
So do you and Reign not like the sun? I know the other stuff isn’t true, but I wondered about that.
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It's not so much the sun as it is the heat. Our world is-- was a lot colder than this one. The sun was only up for a few hours, and it was too cold for much of anything to grow, except for trees and some weeds.
But that's ideal weather for vampires! We don't really feel cold anyway.
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[Wyver is much more uncomfortably hot and humid, so Olympia was a good choice on Reign and Shell’s part.
Cue Chuuya yawning again and resting his head against Shell’s shoulder once more.]
Mm. I should head back soon.
[He says, not moving.]
I dunno how much sleep vampires need, but you should rest too.
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[And it's not even summer yet... he'd probably just melt if he tried going to Wyver during the day.]
[But warmth was fine -- and the warm feeling of Chuuya's body against his was pleasant enough to have him reluctant to move.]
We sleep about the same as humans, I think... [...] But if you're tired, you can just sleep here? It's only fair, after I stayed over on your birthday.
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[Pot. Kettle.]
I dunno, I don’t want to make Reign jealous. He’s already caught us sleeping together once.
[And yet Chuuya isn’t moving, instead shifting to lay down with his head in Shell’s lap.]
But I’ll stay if you want.
1/2
Ah... y-yeah...
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But you know, I don't think Reign would get jealous. Maybe he would have before but... mm.
...he's actually from three years ahead of me. Apparently it's not that uncommon for people to wake up and remember different things, but... it's taken some getting used to.
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[Chuuya wouldn’t mind his hair being touched, but he’s not expecting it, either. He’s nice and comfortable just like this.]
That’s weird. Guess it’s not impossible, though.
[But how bizarre...]
Does that mean he knows your future?
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[He's a little afraid to, honestly. What would that mean for the person he is now? For the new life he's started here? Would he just be stuck always waiting for the day he remembers everything?]
[Not to mention the thought that Reign might just be hoping for that day, when the Shell he remembers comes back...]
[...but that's a little heavy for the mood here.]
But really, the weirdest thing is getting used to him being older than me. Sure, we age slower, so it's not like it's obvious-- but it's the principle of the matter.
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[Chuuya couldn’t imagine being expected to live up to a version of himself he’d never known. Imagine disappointing the people you care about because you don’t act a certain way, like you did in their memories...]
Heh. At least he doesn’t look older.
[The change of topic is a welcome one for Shell, Chuuya is sure, so he doesn’t push it.]
Say, I was wondering, what did my blood taste like? Is it like how wine has flavors? To vampires, I mean. It just taste like metal to me.
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Hm... it's a little hard to describe a flavor without anything else to compare it to. We don't usually think of it in terms of flavor anyway-- but we can tell the quality. If we drink blood from someone who is sick or otherwise unwell, we can taste it.
[Not all that different from consuming meat from diseased animals, but he has enough tact not to make the comparison.]
But if I had to try and put it into words, yours was... sweet. And a little mild. It was some of the best I've ever tasted, really.
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I imagine sick blood is gross.
[He grins at that compliment. Of course his blood is good! He’s Chuuya!]
That so? I’d hate to spoil your appetite for anything else.
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[And like hell an Overlord of all people would be given anything less than A grade blood.]
[He returns Chuuya's grin with a smile, his hand finally aimlessly petting at his hair a little -- if only because it feels more awkward just sitting here without doing something for him.]
I don't know if I'll have to worry about that. [Since he won't be drinking from anyone else, probably. He never promised he was switching back to human blood entirely.] But you told me I can have a drink another time... right? So that just means I-- I have something to look forward to.
[...maybe if he thinks about it like that, it won't be so bad.]
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[Yes, pet his hair, Shell. Chuuya loves having his hair played with, even if it’s just soft stroking instead of rough pulling.]
Sure did.
[Chuuya’s eyelids grow heavy, and it’s clear that he’s going to fall asleep right here if Shell doesn’t move him.]
No nibbling on me while I’m asleep.
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I'll try to contain myself.
[He actually manages a joke about it with a soft laugh -- but while Chuuya's eyes are closed, his own are focused on the bandages on his neck where Shell had drank from him earlier.]
[He's still not sure how to feel about it. But it looks like this is something he'll just have to get used to... again.]