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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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[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.
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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.]