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Welcome to the Jungle [Open]

Who: Chuuya (

thetaintedsorrow) & you!
What: May catch-all! Featuring adventures in Khalo village and Flona Cove.
When: May!
Where: Various!
Warning(s): Possible NSFW, but it’ll be marked.

I. Chuuya in Wonderland

[After hearing the news that Khalo Village had opened up to visitors for the first time in centuries, Chuuya had decided that it was something he definitely needed to see. Who knows if he’ll ever get another opportunity to explore the place? Visiting new places and experiencing the culture there is always fun, so he might as well go while he can!

Of course that means he’ll have to smoke fyrra, the weed that allows those who aren’t full-blood Khali to enter the village without falling into a deep slumber. It’s pretty much just fancy weed, and Chuuya feels slightly more relaxed after smoking it, but it’s definitely not as good as booze. It does, however, allow him to enter the area around the village, and so he does, not expecting anything to go awry.

So of course he ends up stepping on a large purple mushroom and shrinking down to the size of a thimble. Shit.

Luckily he’s still able to use his gravity manipulating ability, and he’ll climb up the nearest tall tree while waving his arms and shouting in a tiny voice to the first passer-by he sees.]

Oi! Over here! Hey!

II. Voulez-Vous Coucher Avec Moi? [Probably NSFW, Closed to CR]

[Once Chuuya actually reaches the village and obtains the antidote to return him to his normal size he’ll need a break to relax, and what better way to do so than to visit one of the many smoking lounges? According to the locals, regular fyrra is available here, as well a strain that causes “an even higher elevated mood, as well as increased sexual desire and heightened sensation.”

Sounds fun, right? Chuuya already has a head start, lounging on a rather plush looking couch in a black silk robe that resembles a kimono. He seems to be in a good mood.

Care to join him?]

III. Flying High

[Temporary flight potions are readily available in Khalo Village, and Chuuya will excitedly encourage anyone who comes along to drink one so that he can have a flying buddy at long last! Will you take him up on that offer?

Oops, he’s already tugging on your arm!]

C’mon! It’ll be a blast!

IV. Tame the Beast

[The Taming Fields are an area near the village where beasts that the Khali have tamed roam free. Chuuya can’t help but wander over to one of them, a rhinoceros-like creature covered in moss with flowers on its horns (called a Mossley by the Khali), and try his hand at petting it. The creature seems docile and friendly, and it leans into his touch.

According to the locals, Mossleys are drawn to two people with positive emotional bonds, and enjoy laying between them. Will you be one of those people? Or does Chuuya grate on your nerves?

Grinning, he waves over the nearest person to share in the experience.]

Ever seen anything like it?

V. Beach Episode

[When he returns from his excursion to Khalo Village Chuuya will be itching for a trip to the beach, and you can find him on the shore soaking up some sun, in the water swimming around, or enjoying a cocktail in the shade.

However, said cocktail isn’t your run of the mill booze; it’ll turn him into an exact copy of whoever approaches him! How bizarre!

Will you hang out with him on the beach or engage in some silly clone shenanigans?]

Wildcard!

[Have something you wanna plot with me? I’m over at

arcanestardust! Don’t be shy!]

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Don't be jealous, Chuuya. Besides, you play the damsel in distress so nicely.

[ All the tugging and pulling upon him feels reminiscent of a pet playing with it's master's hair, or even munching upon the strands in order to redirect the brunt of a pet-parent's attention back their way. Hard as Chuuya may try to grasp at them, his pint-sized form can't deliver the same force as if he hadn't been shrunk down to doll-sized proportions. So it causes next to no pain or irritation, but merely keeps Dazai in the loop of his puny partner's mood. ]

Look on the bright side! You only have the rest of your life to be embarrassed...

[ Neither option he'll propose sounds like a positive take on things, but it's natural enough to tease. If anything, Chuuya's small size prompts it even more, enough for one of the digits acting as a guard-rail around him to shift close enough for contact. It nudges his partner's teeny form in the lightest touch, akin to a playful shove, yet is delivered softly enough to keep from pushing him over. ]

And to repay your life-debt to me. Which is a thing in Khalo, you can be sure.

[ Dazai has yet to research about all the native customs, but Khalo's tribe-like lifestyle surely has an honor code and rules concerning the politics of life and death. Even if he's merely trying to get a rise out of Chuuya, he doubts it's the farthest stretch he's made to date. ]

I wonder what terrible price you have to pay, if you betray such a sacred law~.

[ Reaching Khalo is something of a walk, necessitated by a forest of fungi which sprawls almost ceaselessly around it's perimeter. That, and no matter how massive the ancient behemothic tree had been, once it's trunk comes to an end that forces Dazai back onto the ground floor, watching his step all the more. Their mutual conversation continues as it had before, with the occasional jab among scattered chit-chat. But it's not as jovially flippant, nor is the hand monitoring Chuuya's place on his shoulder eager to leave until they're free from the woodlands.

One particular subject does dwell on him as they enter the village grounds; which spurs him to revive the subject now that they're within relative enough safety to split his focus. Finding a healer or medicine man to undo this particular issue isn't a life or death peril, which means half of his focus can divert itself into contemplating Chuuya's response. ]

Are you that dead-set on not needing anyone's help, if you're in trouble?

[Okay! A pipe should help. Atsushi accepts it very carefully - it's Chuuya's, after all! - before lifting it to his mouth.

He's so much more nervous than he should be. But Chuuya's instructions are clear, and - considering how Atsushi did indeed cough, the first time - very welcome. If it's just a matter of being bold about it, that's what he'll do.

Inhaling deeply does go surprisingly smoothly, but holding the smoke in as he pulls the pipe from his lips again is a little much: unsure if he's supposed to exhale already, he starts to, slowly, but the smoke tickles his throat on its way out, and he ends up exhaling in a hurry, trying not to have another coughing fit.

He manages well enough, but the tickle doesn't entirely go away.]

[Is it Chuuya’s? Or did he find it and decide to keep it? We’ll never know.

Atsushi manages rather well, and Chuuya takes the pipe from him once he’s exhaled to take a puff for himself.]

Breathe out slow.

[Chuuya inhales, breathing the smoke deep into his lungs before exhaling towards the ceiling. This stuff really is magical, because already Chuuya is feeling more warm and relaxed.]

Not bad. Better than some other stuff I’ve smoked.

[He means cigarettes and cigars, but honestly, Atsushi imagining Chuuya smoking a blunt is kind of hilarious, so he doesn’t elaborate.]

How do you feel?

[If Atsushi associated this kind of smoking with drugs at all, he would have been a lot more reluctant to try it - so Chuuya, too, gets a free pass. For now, Atsushi is more occupied with how smoking has made him feel, both because he was trying to be aware of that anyway, and because Chuuya is asking.]

Good, I guess..? [How is he even supposed to describe this feeling?] Fluffy.

[YEAH, that's it. Kind of warm and fuzzy.]

It's kind of the same as alcohol, but not as... sharp?

Fluffy, huh?

[He supposes that’s one way to put it. The fuzzy, cotton candy feeling that comes with the fyrra is quite a pleasant one, and Chuuya will just stretch out on the couch and make himself comfortable.]

I bet your old boss would’ve called me a bad influence.

[Even though you know he was banging Mori, the worst influence of them all.]

What did the ADA even do for fun?

Jealous my ass.

[The playful nudge earns Dazai a squeaky, high-pitched curse, and Chuuya latches onto the digit to keep himself upright. If Dazai isn’t careful he might just bite him to get his point across that he’s miffed right now.]

Bullshit. You’re making that up.

[As of Chuuya doesn’t already owe Dazai a life debt for bringing him into the Mafia and snapping out of Corruption countless times. It’s something Dazai should already know, so like hell Chuuya is gonna say it. Maybe they’d only ended up working together because of Mori, but so much has happened since then that it’s safe to say that no one knows the other better than the infamous Soukoku.

At Dazai’s question Chuuya frowns, brows furrowing in a way that won’t be readily apparent when he’s this tiny.]

What kind of question is that? You know damn well I am. The only reason the boss kept me around was because he knew the only time I ever really needed help was with Corruption.

[Sure, there’d been other times when he’d been saved, but he could’ve fought his way out of them with Corruption if he had to. Probably. Chuuya is, and always has been, incredibly strong, and accepting help, especially when it could get the other person killed, is a sign of weakness in his eyes. There’s a difference between aiding an ally and constantly saving their ass, after all.

And yet somehow he doesn’t mind being the one doing the saving.]

Edited 2018-06-07 00:35 (UTC)

I’m positive.

[Chuuya crosses his arms, looking at the stone curiously.]

Is that the source of your power?

[It’s kind of pretty, actually.]

It is. Kind of. I mean, it only works with shapeshifters like me.

[ to which his tail wags again as he stretches up and back, before gripping the stone tightly. ]

Here, let me show you!

[ and he tightens up, tucking his chin down and shoulders inward, as a puff of smoke and a sudden flash of light precedes the immediate change from 10% furry to 100% furry.

then Keaton sits down on his fluffy butt and... immediately grins. even wider, as his face is normally just a toothy smile anyway. ]

Admittedly I would have been too young to smoke at home, but there's a good reason for it, now. And I've already aged a year...

[He's already 19; he would have been allowed to smoke at 20. That's not so big a difference, he thinks.]

We went on a boat a few times! But I guess that was more for work...

[Yes, actually, it was 100% work.]

For the rest... We just did things like hanami, or shopping with just a few of us... I did a lot of sightseeing with Kyouka-chan, too.

A boat...

[Huh. Atsushi is making it sound like the ADA went on a pleasure cruise or something...

Ah, Kyouka. Chuuya was wondering how long it would be until she came up again.]

You were close, huh?

[Judging by how Kyouka had defected to the ADA largely because of Atsushi and all. There were other reasons, of course, but Chuuya had heard plenty from Kouyou about the situation, and he’s not stupid.

He wonders how life would’ve turned out for him if he’d been in Kyouka’s shoes at her age...]

[Chuuya was expecting a drastic change, but not such a fluffy one! The moment Keaton fully transforms Chuuya immediately decides that he’s adorable and must be pet.

Cautiously he approaches and reaches up to stroke the fur on his neck.]

Heh. I like it.

[ he raises his chin and shakes his hips, causing his entire body to also wiggle. that tail of his continues to swish almost to the point of making noise despite it being made of wispy fur.

it also doesn't grow in size like the rest of him. ]

You do? I'm glad! Sometimes I get the feeling that people don't like things bigger than them.

[With his hands moves, Shell wastes no time in drawing his fingers through Chuuya's hair, petting him and scratching as his scalp. But every bob of his bed makes it harder to Shell to hold back, the look in Chuuya's eyes giving him shivers. He can already feel himself building up to that peak, and as he gets close, his grip on Chuuya's hair abruptly tightens. Even without the fyrra, the orgasm that slams into him is just as overwhelming as the night before -- perhaps enhanced by how hard they took things the night before.]

[Without realizing it, he pushes down on Chuuya's head and jerks up his hips, as if trying to push as deep as he possibly could into the back of Chuuya's throat. Crying out Chuuya's name, he's so overwhelmed by it that he doesn't realize he still has a tight grip on Chuuya's hair, even as he falls limply back against the bed, panting.]

M-hm... Since she was all alone, I tried to look after her.

[And maybe it could have become a lot more than that, but it hadn't been - not for him. Still, their bond had been more than enough for him. It was the first time he'd tried to look after another person, too...]

It was kind of nice.

[But he hasn't been able to find her in the stasis pods, and he's been told that 14 is too young to be woken up anyway. So. It is what it is.]

You try to look after everyone, from what I’ve seen.

[Chuuya takes another hit of fyrra, and boy does he feel like he’s gonna melt into the couch any second now.]

Guess I could say the same. At least I used to.

[Chuuya never took the loss of his subordinates lightly. It always felt like a personal failure to lose his men, despite whatever circumstances caused it.]

Now I’m just trying to hold onto what I’ve got.

I'm sure you're more like that than I am.

[Atsushi stares at Chuuya and his smoking, and he wonders if he should do more smoking, too, but he really doesn't know if he can handle it. He feels vaguely out-of-body as it is.]

I just wanted to help her... That's what it's like, you know. If you grow up suffering, then... you can't ignore other people's suffering. Because you know what it's like.

[The words come out of his mouth, but he doesn't really know where they're coming from, just that they're coming, and he doesn't care to stop them.

Hearing his own words makes him think.]

... Was it like that for you too, Chuuya-san?

[He probably shouldn't ask, but he doesn't care as much about that now as he would normally - and it's not like he's asking for Chuuya's life story, so. It's probably fine. Maybe.]

[Chuuya won’t judge Atsushi if he doesn’t want to smoke anymore. Whatever floats his boat and all that.

His brows furrow then, mouth pressing into a thin line.]

Can’t argue with that.

[It occurs to Chuuya then that he hasn’t exactly shared the more vital parts of his past with Atsushi. He’d spilled about Corruption, but everything else...

Well. If Chuuya got to see Atsushi’s past without his permission, then he might as well share his too.]

Yeah. At least, it has been since I was about seven years old. I can’t remember anything before that.

[Another puff of fyrra, and Chuuya is beginning to run his mouth without really thinking.]

People like us tend to band together when they can. I was in a gang, before I joined the Mafia. It was all younger guys that had no where else to go, really.

[A pause.]

I was kind of a special case. Kind of a science experiment gone wrong.

Some people don’t, but I’m not one of ‘em.

[Chuuya is just gonna bury his face in Keaton’s chest fur, because he wants to and nobody can stop him.]

I think you’re cute both ways.

[He just admitted that aloud. Oops.]

Even if war breaks out?

[ Dazai isn't letting this conversation slip through his fingers, now that he's finally had a chance to breech the subject pertaining to Chuuya's safety- And potentially his use of Corruption in this world. Tensions have been on the rise between both cities, culminating in events that pulled residents into the center of this world's conflict and left them far worse for wear.

Linneus hadn't been entirely forthcoming about all of the events, but Dazai had more than one man in his web of contacts on Nysa, who filtered recent events his way. Between those select few, the network, and keeping an ever-open ear to the ground, he knew things were only getting worse.

And if a full-scale conflict broke out, he doesn't have to wonder how far Chuuya would go to protect those he cares about. In times past he'd pushed himself to every limit all for the sake of the Port Mafia's continued survival. And Yokohama's. If it came down to it, he knows that Chuuya would gladly sacrifice himself for those he's grown close to here. It wouldn't matter if Dazai wasn't anywhere nearby or if he had no chance of being pulled from that feral state- Chuuya was someone who fought to the death.

Just this knowledge has kept him up till dawn; sleeplessly evading even a minute of sleep for more nights than he'd admit. ]

Mori isn't here, Chuuya. [ Obvious, but edging toward his point. ] If you haven't noticed, your life is different now.

[ He doesn't say that no one else keeps Chuuya around for this reason. It's partly because he's selfish; jealous to the point that bringing anyone else up makes him instantly refuse to include such a mention. But the point still stands, that Chuuya doesn't need to rationalize stubbornly refusing to rely upon anyone else anymore. ]

And if my memory is correct, which it always is... I was useful to you for more than Corruption.

[ Of all people, Chuuya doesn't need the reminder that they were partners. Nor does he require a blow by blow of all the instances where they worked together, with Chuuya wholly relying upon him for the strategy and intel, not to mention more than once needing for Dazai to develop a quick escape plan on the fly.

Chuuya has never been the lone wolf he thinks himself to be. Nor does he have to. ]

We're here. [ There's a line at the healer's hut. ] Looks like a bit of a wait.

Edited 2018-06-10 03:08 (UTC)

[The rough treatment is welcomed with a groan around Shell’s cock, and even if he hadn’t pushed Chuuya’s head down he would’ve swallowed him whole as he came. The sharp pain of the tight grip on his hair sends shivers down his spine, and the act of swallowing every drop of come that Shell has to give is unspeakably hot.

Only once he collapses back against the bed does Chuuya fight the hold on his hair, pulling back until Shell’s cock slips from his lips. He licks them clean, making sure to lap up any drops he might’ve missed. His own arousal is back with a vengeance, but he curls up next to Shell instead of doing anything about it.]

Better?

[Chuuya can't remember anything... before he was seven years old? Atsushi stares a little as his brain tries and fails to make sense of that. At least being in a gang makes sense: he can totally picture Chuuya like that, and it seems a natural enough progression from something like that to the mafia.

But then things go from weird to weirder.]

A science experiment?

[The "gone wrong" part, he doesn't even touch yet. It's hard enough imagining Chuuya as a science experiment at all.]

Yeah. Some kind of experiments involving abilities. I dunno the detailed science behind it, but it didn’t go like they planned.

[He looks none too bothered by any of this. If it hadn’t happened he wouldn’t be who he is, nor would he possess his ability. It’s not something to be sad about or to try and gain sympathy for.

He simply wants Atsushi to know the truth.]

Long story short, I’m pretty much the vessel of a god, which is the source of Corruption.

[No big deal.]

Obviously shit worked out the way it did and I joined the Mafia. Everything else is history.

[ his tongue lolls out of his mouth, chest getting affection that he rarely craves or openly asks for. it feels kind of nice? he's about to smush Chuuya into him but he immediately straightens up upon the comment. ]

Cute? [ hrm. ] You think I'm cute?

[ he's... conflicted. ]

What about me is cute?

[A god. Chuuya is basically a god...

...

......

No, Atsushi can't make sense of that. It's taking him too long to respond, and that makes him kind of nervous no matter how high he is, when it's about something so big. Quick - say something! Anything!]

... No wonder your hair is divine!

[It's a joke! It's also sort of not a joke. Mostly, he was desperate for something to say, and somehow this is what came out, like an especially unfortunate gacha.]

Edited 2018-06-11 20:20 (UTC)

[Out of all the possible reactions he might’ve expected from Atsushi after he’d delivered that news, a compliment disguised as a joke is the one he never would’ve guessed. Surprisingly it has Chuuya busting out laughing, but it’s not a cruel, mocking laughter; no, it’s loud, genuine, and right from his little heart.]

Divine? That’s a new one. Can’t say I don’t like it.

[It’s much better than Atsushi being afraid of him. Though he doubts that would happen, after everything they’ve been through.]

Glad you like it.

Edited 2018-06-13 02:08 (UTC)

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