August 2011
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kaibutu-3:
The eye, with a sound akin to peeling flesh, humbly closed in on itself to avoid having to watch the rest of the spectacle.
“It’s about time you got here!” Bootsy whined, her hands digging into her waist and her lips scrunching up into an abraded pout. “Geez. This metally shit is getting all over me.” She was, of course, referring to the thick dusting of iron oxide that covered the...
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kaibutu-3:
The pier wasn’t one of Bootsy’s favorite spots to loiter about on her free evenings. God knows how long it had been there, rusting away in that grease pit of a sea. If any one of those metal beams decided to give way, the rest would follow suit under the added pressure the mutineer had left behind; the whole structure would go kaput. Though, there she was, locked in an intense staring...
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illusionary-delinquent:
He sneered. So long as he could beat the shit out of sensei without Aojiru having to watch, everything’ll be fine. So he hoped.
There was a faint buzz. Smile’s too engulfed in his own silent rage to pay much mind to it. He had his weapon of choice: everything at his disposal. Brutish by nature, he would resort to all sorts of trade tricks to put a little stomp in the...
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illusionary-delinquent:
blue-juice:
No.
No, no ,no.
Aojiru didn’t want to see either of them hurt. Smile was his friend, and even though he held a great deal of animosity towards Sensei for what happened, that was also why he would hate to see the older man hurt. Hell, he wasn’t even sure why they were fighting; Smile had just barged in and flat out lunged for Sensei as if he knew he was...
illusionary-delinquent:
blue-juice:
Frosty silence filled the room at Aojiru’s outburst, the shaking boy trying his best to hold back his pathetic sobbing, at least for now. Moment after moment passed by, and Aojiru was about to break the silence with another slash at Yukata’s ego, when the door was violently slammed open.
Letting out a cry of surprise, he didn’t recognize the blur of black...
illusionary-delinquent:
Oh, that tore it.
Smile’s struggling self-control gave in. He pushed himself away from the doorway, down the hall and halting. There was a nearby table, simply to set little pamphlets and whatnot— he didn’t care how much noise he made in knocking everything over, table included. One of the legs was ripped off.
Smashing with a hammer would be too much of a gamble. He...
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illusionary-delinquent:
blue-juice:
Aojiru watched with an expression akin to both horror and shock as Sensei walked over and sat in the chair next to his bed and tossed the yukata he was wearing around his shoulders, as if nothing was wrong. This made the cripple boy tremble even harder, forcing himself to look in the opposite direction of the older man. After all the thoughts of him that had...
illusionary-delinquent:
blue-juice:
“Goodbye, Smile~!” Aojiru called as the tattoo-faced boy shut the door behind him. “Don’t forget to write!”
The cripple boy shifted into a more comfortable position in his bed, putting his hands behind his head, staring up at the ceiling with a contemplative look. Well, this was unexpected. What was originally just another person with the wrong room,...
illusionary-delinquent:
For the moment, their laughter was the only sound in the room, of course Smile’s fit a bit louder than Aojiru’s. He could tell that the crippled boy felt exponentially better. He went from a curled up ball to a giggly fit in the minutes Smile had spent in the room.
Smile enjoyed it.
He never tried sending letters to another dream before. If traveling back and forth...
kaibutu-3:
The girl leers up at the mask. “I see,” she coos. “I rather enjoy a good chase, myself. Watching them struggle to keep ahead… aware of their inevitable failure… And that first bite’s always the best!” She inflects on the last word, degenerating into another, howling chortle.
“Yes, but there’s always the chance they actually will escape, and that, my friend, is the worst...
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blue-juice:
Yes, yes they were.
At his comment, Aojiru jolted in shock and immediately crossed his legs, sputtering incoherently and grabbing the hand that was massaging the boy’s shoulder, meaning to shove it away but, much to his horror, his frail arm stayed perfectly in place, his hand now gripping the older man’s.
Shit, shit, shit.
“Y-You’re the one who t-touched me, bro!” His...
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blue-juice:
Cripple was sure his blush could be seen by the entire population of the dream by now, much to his chagrin. Shifting his legs a bit, trying to inconspicuously hide a small problem, Aojiru froze entirely when he felt the older man’s hand begin to gently massage his delicate skin.
The touch sent a jolt down his spine, and the boy swore mentally as a small sound escaped his throat...
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blue-juice:
…Hnn?
At this point, there were now two things that Aojiru was sure of.
One; something was up with Sensei that he couldn’t quite put his finger on.
Two; the way Yukata’s deep voice vibrated in his chest and filled the whole room was incredibly sexy—
Wait, what?
Suddenly Aojiru’s face pinkened, and he cursed at himself mentally. Wasn’t he just telling this guy to fuck off a...
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blue-juice:
Aojiru didn’t miss the tenseness in the seemingly careless gesture, and, for a moment, the boy wondered if he had done something wrong.
Shifting a bit into Yukata’s chest, unintentionally snuggling deeper into the older man, the crippled boy looked up at the masked face, trying to mask his curiosity and trying to look tough, but little did he know, it wasn’t working very well.
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blue-juice:
Aojiru leans into Sensei a bit, noticing that he went completely silent for a while. He notes in the back of his mind that sensei’s chest feels sort of like a firm pillow and that he is slightly warm. He also notes that this is the first time in a while he’s been this close to someone. “…Cat got your tongue?”
No, that wasn’t it.
There was a lump in his throat like he just...
kaibutu-3:
“I don’t know,” she chirps, throwing in a little spring to her step in a meager attempt to make what little she has in the way of breasts a little more noticeable in the presence of this possible prey. “I was just walking, chasing ol’ Sabitsuki — or, I think it was —, and I end up here, of all places! Tragic, isn’t it? I’m nothing but a poor, defenseless little lass, and here I am...
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Begrudgingly, he puts an arm around the shuddering boy, eyes still fixed firmly away.
“C-come on, loser… Everybody knows I’m full of shit, cheer up…”
kaibutu-3:
The girl takes the que immediately, flowing quite well into the man’s sentence. “Bootsy,” she states, sounding quite sure of herself (in spite of thinking that name up practically on the dime of the moment). She picks up her pace a tad, rubber soles making an audible creak, creak, creak with every scuffle of her feet.
“What a cute little name,” Sensei says with a little...
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kaibutu-3:
“Mmmmmmm-hmm,” she sounds — mouth closing, naturally, forming an unnaturally wide, crimson-smacked grin across her cheeks. Looking back over her shoulder, down the monochromatic path she trotted into the scene on, she remarks, “You sort of stick out here, you know. You’re a little too… vibrant.”
“Vibrant?” A twitch slips into Sensei’s smile, and it cracks a bit....
kaibutu-3-deactivated20110904 asked: She lets out an eardrum-ripping cackle, as she does rather infrequently when approaching or being approached; maybe that last bit struck her as rather amusing. Nevertheless. "Asskicking, huuuh? There's not much need for that here, you know; we're all pretty well-off in that sense." Still snickering a little, she leans forward slightly, hands clasping hehind her. "But,...
poniko-chan:
Sensing the shift in his posture, Poniko cursed inwardly, becoming frustrated that he was already anticipating her attack, but kept her body and facial expression exactly the same, not wanting to betray any sign that she had noticed. Suddenly getting an idea, she narrowed her eyes, appearing annoyed at Yukata’s blatant refusal of her request.
Suddenly, Poniko faked left, putting...
kaibutu-3-deactivated20110904 asked: "Oiii!" There's a tugging on the back of his robe. The girl, in her passive state, stands behind him with a hand raised and a sultry gaze nearly penetrating the foxlike mask he wears. "Sensei! What do you teach?" she asks.
uro-wanderer-deactivated2011092 asked: Nice.
uro-wanderer-deactivated2011092 asked: ...
Right.
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You seem VERY friendly!
Right.
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You seem VERY friendly!
uro-wanderer-deactivated2011092 asked: You aren't so nice aren't ya.
thatonedeadguy:
poniko-chan:
Oh, great. She grits her teeth in frustration. Looks like this guy just wants to fight. And he has the clear advantage. Poniko added, noting the long sword in his uninjured hand, already stained with Shitai’s blood from earlier. If only she could get that thing away from him…
Unfortunately for her, the masked man was already in battle position, looking reading to...
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poniko-chan:
thatonedeadguy:
The severed head glared at Sensei, obviously irritated that he was the first to pick him up, instead of Poniko. Or his own body, for the matter. His body instead, was slowly hiding behind the blonde he clung to, still shaking. It was now quite obvious that it was shaking because it was scared, not unstable.
“Fuck yourself with your own katana, dickwad.”
Someone...
thatonedeadguy:
Shuddering involuntarily at the cold chill of the hand around her ankle and the mere sight of her decapitated lover, she forced herself to shake it off, and turned a half-angry, half-traumatized glare onto the masked man.
“I-I think you’re done enough.”
Seeing the instability of Shitai’s now horribly mutilated body, she shakily used one hand to grip his waist, and the other...
uro-wanderer-deactivated2011092 asked: /stare
You look familiar?
Maybe?
I don't think so...
Huh..You are from that other game right? Where Gakuran is from??
You look familiar?
Maybe?
I don't think so...
Huh..You are from that other game right? Where Gakuran is from??
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poniko-chan:
thatonedeadguy:
There was a loud awkward thump as his body slumped limply onto the floor, blood pooling around the neck. He disconnected head rolled a little before coming to a stop. All motion seemed to stop for a minute, before his body twitched a little, as if trying to get back to standing.
Hnnn…
………..
“S-SHITAI!!”
She runs over to the body of Shitai, now pooling blood,...
thatonedeadguy:
A deep growl resonates as the katana slices at his throat. He lunges to bite at Yukata’s hand, dispute any damage that may occur to him.
Fresh blood drips on the ground and Sensei lets out a yelp and grimaces as he feels Shitai’s teeth close on the fingers wrapped around his katana. He tears his hand away, probably leaving parts of his flesh in the corpse’s teeth...
thatonedeadguy:
He snarls as he falls on his face, leaving an excellent blood splatter on the ground. Makes a grab for his leg from the floor, attempting to level the motherfucker.
Not expecting this, Sensei falls to the ground with light thud. He’s got his katana at the dead man’s throat in a second though, and pressing hard enough so congealed blood oozes down the blade.
sneaky...
thatonedeadguy:
/twitch twitch
OH.
FUCK YOU.
/swings to trip him and lunges for a bite at his arm
/flash steps to the side and dances backwards with his tongue out
i’m flattered but you gotta catch me first, loverboy!
besides don’t you have commitments?
hakoko-box-chan asked: ...................
....you're not very nice.........
....you're not very nice.........
m0noe:
yukata-sensei replied to your post: yukata-sensei replied to your post: so what’re you…
not as good as mine mind you
…I woul-gehh—I wouldn’t know.. you’re wearing a mask.
-tattooface:
Age before beauty.
that’s hardly fair for you, though.
he dashes forward and takes a lightning swing at the boy, deliberately missing by a hair.
-tattooface:
Pssh, it’s real easy to get under ‘er skin.
we fighting or what, bitch
-tattooface:
You thought? I pretty much am, old man.
Thumbs up for pesterin’ Blondie, though.
well see.
she was pretty fuckin’ open for it though.
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-tattooface:
Real fuckin’ riot. You know, for a wrinkly old man.
you tryin’ to get on my bad side kid?
‘cause i thought you were pretty ballsy for a green-behind-the-ears newfag.
-tattooface:
Very funny, old man~~
i know right. i’m a laugh riot.