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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!]
He's lowkey role playing as One right now, clearly
[Which is why he's not backing down, nor thinking about the potential repercussions of... this. This open flirtiness with someone he considered a friend. It's not like this is the first time he's thought about Chuuya in a context like this. Hell, he's probably had at least one or two uncomfortable dreams about him, especially upon remembering what he said back when they walked through Shell's memories -- with Chuuya looking around Shell's playroom and admitting to being a dom.]
[Of course he wouldn't forget something like that. The only assertive human he's ever known has been One -- and to meet another so quickly after arriving opened his eyes to just how different this world could be, and what possibilities might await him, the different kinda of people he could meet...]
[And all the different experiences he could have.]
That depends... had enough of what?
[Booze? Flirting? His answer is the same either way tbh. He doesn't want this good feeling to end.]
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[Chuuya is clearly enjoying himself just as much as Shell is, but there’s still the question of just how much alcohol is too much to someone who almost never drinks. A hangover is one thing, but being completely smashed and incapable of walking or speaking without slurring is another. Can vampires get alcohol poisoning...?]
I’m gonna have to float you home, aren’t I?
[Chuuya is fine with flirting and maybe even kissing, but anything more is a tiny bit shady when one of the participants is completely sloshed.
Besides, isn’t it better if they can remember every detail?]
It’s not like I’ll just leave you there if I take you, so.
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Aha, so you are planning to cuddle up in bed with me again!
[....this is a surprisingly innocent accusation from the one who just offered Chuuya an orgasm with whipped cream all over his face.]
[But he's drunk and stupid right now -- definitely not a good combination for banging.]
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Like hell.
[Rule number one of dealing with Chuuya; don’t point out how sweet he can be at times or he’ll promptly deny it and try to prove you wrong. He slides off his stool and pays their tab before turning to Shell with his hands on his hips.]
Can you stand on your own?
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[The walk back is largely uneventful, since as drunk as Shell is, he's not about to fall off his feet or make an ass of himself in public. But as soon as they're both at his place (where Reign and his little giraffe friend aren't home, busy at the perfume shop preparing for the grand opening), Shell turns and wraps both his arms over Chuuya's shoulders from behind, resting his head on top of his.]
Heehee... today was a looot of fun! I'm real glad I ran into you!
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Chuuya stiffens when Shell wraps his arms around him, a remnant of his caution about the dangers of letting someone approach him from behind, but no knife pierces his back, and no gun is pointed at his head. It’s just a simple, affectionate gesture, and Chuuya won’t protest.]
I’m not a headrest.
[Okay, he won’t protest much, anyway.
His thoughts wander, and Chuuya looks almost sad for a moment. His mind hasn’t stopped coming back to their earlier conversation about the people special to them.]
I wanted to ask you something.
[Chuuya is showing a rare bit of vulnerability here, but at least Shell is unlikely to remember it in the morning.]
You said you loved One, right?
[Or cared very deeply for him, at least.]
How do you know when you love someone?
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You're the second person to ask me that... do I really look like someone who knows a lot about love?
[He certainly doesn't think so. But he still remembers seeing Diva cry after he explained his feelings for One... maybe it helped to hear how other people felt about it?]
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For me, it's... when you're always thinking about them, even without meaning to. When you'd do anything for them, even if it meant getting hurt. And... when the thought of living without them is... so painful, just thinking about it is--
[The words catch in his throat as he chokes on a tiny, almost inaudible sob. But he's really trying not to cry -- he managed to talk about it before, so why...]
...it hurts, I think. When it's love.
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Chuuya is silent as he listens to Shell’s explanation of love, and somehow it’s almost exactly what he’d thought love might be. It’s an eye-opening revelation to be sure, one that leaves him almost certain that he’s felt love before. It’s strange; you don’t join the Mafia expecting to be able to live a life that would allow such feelings to blossom, but now that he’s free...
Maybe he can let himself feel such a thing again without worrying about the consequences.]
Painful, huh?
[That part Chuuya can’t deny; even just caring for someone as a friend can be painful when you’re forced apart, so loving someone and losing them would hurt like hell.
Which is why he doesn’t berate Shell for the tears he knows are coming.]
I dunno much about it, but I don’t think you’re wrong, either.
[Chuuya turns around in Shell’s arms and gently paps his cheeks.]
It’s fine. I was just curious is all. You don’t have to say anything else.
[He grabs Shell by the wrist then and leads him over to the couch before urging him to sit down.]
I’d ask if you want tea or something, but vampires and all.
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[But he won't sit down on the couch just yet, tugging gently to free his arm from Chuuya's grip.]
A-Actually... I think I should drink something-- blood, I mean. I was already kinda hungry at the bar.
[And not animal blood, because the last thing he wants to do is play russian roulette with whether it'll make him sick when he's full of booze. Human blood made him nauseous for a different reason, but at least he'd be able to keep it down.]
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There’s no use denying what you really are, after all, even if you don’t have to embrace it.]
I drank a lot too. You might get even more drunk from my blood.
[Yet Chuuya isn’t protesting as perches himself on the edge of the couch with a curious look. He did say he’d be Shell’s source, after all.]
How do you want to do it?
[He asks oh so casually, as if he isn’t about to be fed upon.]
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[Oh, the shame is still there, just more subdued. It shows more on his face the more he seems to think about it -- but he's neither looking at Chuuya nor choosing to linger in the room, heading for the kitchen.]
Reign keeps some of his supply in the refrigerator... I'll just warm that up.
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[It probably is a bad idea to let Shell feed off of him when he’s wasted, but Chuuya is too pleasantly buzzed to think that far ahead. It hurt before, but it definitely wasn’t terrible, and he wouldn’t have minded offering up his neck again.
He follows after Shell because why not, and he’s surprised to see a stockpile of blood inside Reign’s fridge. He did mention having some bags set aside before, but Chuuya can’t help but wonder where all of it came from.]
Warm it up? I really fucking hope you’re not microwaving blood. That sounds that a bad idea.
[And really, really gross.]
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I'm not going to microwave it, that would just cook it. I use a tea pot.
[Which he'll start doing, thankfully having done this enough times in his life that it's second-nature -- so the drunkenness doesn't impede him too much.]
It's easier to drink when it's warm... cause then I can drink it faster. It doesn't taste bad, but... I still don't like it.
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[Blood has to taste better when it’s warm, right? Then it’s seems like it’s fresher, probably.]
Why not?
[Chuuya please.]
I could give you some when I’m sober. In a bag or whatever, for when I can’t be there for you to take some right from the source.
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...I don't know how else to explain it to you. But...when I drink blood... all I can think about is where it came from. And the person who gave it to me-- were they in pain? Why... do humans have to suffer, just so I can live? It's not fair... I never asked to be born a vampire. To have to live like this.
[Ah. He's crying again.]
It was easier when-- when One was here. But now, it's... it's so much harder than before.
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[Chuuya can’t speak for other humans, but nothing about being fed on is terrible for him, at least. It’s not excruciatingly painful, nor does he think of himself as a victim. It’s simply helping out a friend.
But words never seem to get through to people like Shell, and so he slides up behind Shell and wraps his arms around his middle in as good a hug as he can manage when he’s not used to giving them. He’s also short enough that his face ends up in Shell’s back, but whatever.]
Nobody but you thinks you’re a bad person for drinking to survive, so cut it out with that.
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[The guilt he feels for drinking human blood runs deep -- deeper than he could ever put into words, really.]
Even if that were true... it doesn't change the way I feel.
[And he knows it isn't. He hasn't met any discrimination for what he is here, not with how tightly he tends to keep it under wraps. But back home, he knew he was hated by humans. Even by One.]
I don't want to feed on humans, I don't... but I don't want to die either. So I will.
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[Chuuya doesn’t know a damn thing about One other than the fact that he was a human involved with Shell, but maybe this line of conversation will at least pull Shell out of spiral.]
Not wanting to die is one thing, but that’s not really living, either.
[Chuuya has always lived life as best he could since he was awakened from that research facility, and that hasn’t changed since he’d landed on Nysa. He only wishes that everyone else could do the same.]
I can’t force you to see things my way, but that’s my two cents.
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["Shell... I hope you live a happy and healthy life. Even after I'm gone... I want you to be well."]
[That's what One said to him, even after learning the horrible truth about what the Blood Lords were doing to humanity. Culling and containing their population, all for the sake of profit...]
[What would he say now if he were here?]
[...]
[Would he even be here, even if he were awake? Would he want to be?]
[He never did figure out why he left.]
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[He's spent so much of his life pretending it was okay, ignoring the truth that was right in front of him, ignoring the way humanity suffered at the hands of vampires. How can he possibly, in good conscience, go back to the way he was when he was ignorant?]
It was different, when One was still... a-all he had to do was hurt me, and everything-- all the guilt I felt would be gone...
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Despite the tears, it’s Shell’s words that give Chuuya pause, and he slowly begins putting the pieces together.]
Hurt you?
[Was this guy actually bad news and Shell just thought he deserved the pain? Or...]
Like how?
[He remembers Reign begging him to inflict pain upon him to help him forget things for a while, and if Shell and Reign are from the same world, and grew up in similar circumstances...
It all makes perfect sense in Chuuya’s mind, but he’ll have to hear it from Shell himself to confirm his suspicions.]
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One wasn't like other humans. Pheromones... don't work on him. And when I found out, I-- I-I told him he could do whatever he wanted to me. So he became my master... a-and I was his slave.
[Maybe if Shell were sober, he'd be putting a little more effort into explaining their agreement properly. Surely on the surface, it looked terrible -- but there was far more to it than all that. What started out as hatred turned to love, each mutually supporting the other's pain through their twisted play.]
[But in the end, maybe that foundation alone just wasn't enough to support their love. And eventually, supporting the combined weight of their pain just grew too difficult for both of them.]
I let him hurt me... b-because I wanted it, to be punished... because when he hurt me, I didn't have to think about anything anymore. I didn't have to think about being a vampire or drinking blood... j-just my master.
[It's exactly what Chuuya thinks it is -- maybe even a little of both, even taking into consideration what Shell is leaving out. At the very least, it probably wasn't the healthiest relationship.]
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But the reasons behind Shell giving himself over to One completely are exactly what Chuuya had guessed, and honestly, is it really all that different from drinking away your sorrows? And yet Chuuya can hardly encourage that kind of thing, right? Maybe as play in the bedroom, but not as a relationship status.
Ah. He’s been quiet for too long. Time to try and not make himself sound like an ass. But first he’ll pull away and urge Shell to face him, because this is something that begs for eye contact, at the very least.]
Is that what you want? A master?
[Chuuya fixes his gaze on Shell, his stare piercing and intense.]
Or a friend?
[Friend...it’s such a neutral yet powerful word, but Chuuya doesn’t think it’s a bad option. He’s not the type to call anyone that lightly, and only a couple of people have ever reached the status of “lover” with Chuuya. Like all things, bonds require time, and theirs is still a new and fragile thing.
Friend may not mean much to others, but it’s a word that carries some weight with Chuuya.]
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[His eyes are still brimming with tears when Chuuya turns him around. In contrast to Chuuya's piercing gaze, his own is soft and tired. He's cried so much for One, even just in the handful of weeks he's been awake, and it already feels like he's cried enough to last a lifetime.]
[But Chuuya's question has his eyes widening. A master? Is that... is Chuuya offering?]
[He can hear his own words echoing in his head. "I only want to be hurt by you" and "I can't live without you"... words he said to One, back when things were painful and he was afraid of losing him.]
[And yet despite it all, in a moment of weakness, he actually finds himself considering it.]
I...
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