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 Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 1:30 pm
RP EVENT RULES AND GUILDELINES: gaia_crown [ Prizes ] 
- All participants will also be rolled for a FREE CUSTOM CHARACTER (assuming there are more than 3 entries)
gaia_crown [ Rules ]:
- If you won something from the wonderland event, you can exclude yourself from the 2 month free character cooldown!
- You will need a partner to participate in this event! Grab a partner, or if you absolutely cannot find a partner, you can SOLO MODE rp it. The only reason we prefer two people to participate is so both rpers can acquaint themselves to the two premades that are close to each other!
- Read the prompt below and respond to it using one of the characters (by pretending you are one of the two premades above!)
- In partner mode (that's two players) you will collaborate on a story together using this prompt. This is in written format ONLY. Collaboration means one person will write for one character and the other person will write a reaction post with their other character. This is sort of the same way you would set up a PRP with two characters for the first two posts. Take all the writing you've done, put it into one post and submit it here!
- In SOLO mode you will simply choose one of the two characters and write it as a solo post and submit it!
- Make sure you use the FORM on the third post to submit!
- There is a MAX word limit of 3000 words for two rpers and 1500 words for one and a min word limit of 250 for one and 500 for two.
- It is okay to cut off your post you don't need to tell us EVERYTHING.
gaia_crown [ JUDGING ]:
- Don't be scared! We don't judge entirely on talent but also a variety of factors including creativity and dedication. There will be a few people helping to judge this. If there are more than a few entries we will also offer one full custom character rolled in a raffle involving everyone who participated!
- Once again don't be shy! Everyone who participates gets a unique commemorative coloured minipet just for participating! This isn't about showing off your writing skills, it is about having fun with the prompt and doing as best a job as you can do in this limited time!
- We strongly encourage all to enter and just try! The worst that can happen is you get a cool minipet from trying!
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 1:50 pm
The prompt "There comes a time," your old man wheezes, lying in his deathbed on the table, not because he was actually dying, but perhaps because he was dramatically dying, "when you must take over the family name. Our family name. You kids these days, just slacking off, making your father ashamed off you, you don't even do the homework, if I didn't know better I would-" - He breaks off into dramatic coughs as one of the house maids pours him some Skull Brandy. "I would kick you both out. Kids these days, slacking off, making your father ashamed of you." He takes another sip and then strokes his long white beard that is trailing on the ground, tied up into a braid at the very end. "So that's that. Out you both go. Out. I want you to discover the world for yourself. I'm tired of pampering the both of you I mean look at your - is that blood on your suits - we talked about cleanliness, also do something about those suits, if only your mom was here she would be so ashamed..." He continues to ramble, and now seems like a good time as any to escape. You are apprehended about five seconds later by the butler. The mansion is huge, and you know all the nooks and crannies, you and your (non identical) twin brother. You know the secret corridors behind the winding staircase, you know the shortcut portal that leads to the whomping elk behind Nightmare Hill, you know each and every of the 666 rooms, 444 gardens, and 333 kitchens. You know the estate because technically each of you own half of it. Which is sort of awkward as 333 does not divide evenly by half so one of you would get the fridge and freezer while the other would get the oven for that kitchen. "I'll see to your packing, young masters," says the butler, a tall morose sort of raven demon. "I hope you do behave. Oh, and one more thing." He pulls out a long officious form. "Your father has modified his will. He says until the two of you discover how to discover true Fear he is taking you both off the will. The first person who manages to harvest a phenomenal Fear will also inherit your father's entire will instead of half." There was a long pause and a snap as he rolled up the will. "Good day."
- You are to read the prompt above and then write a reaction to it. In solo mode you have wandered off away from your (twin) brother to sort out your thoughts, get packing, and ultimately plan what to do next while in rp pair mode you will converse with your sibling on the next action plan. What does True Fear mean? How can this be accomplished? Where will you go? That is entirely up to you and this RP.
- In the event you win these characters you can DECIDE whether or not to make what you wrote canon or to write a new backstory entirely
- You can write as much backstory of your character as you want in this RP too!
- Please look at the idea prompts below for ideas of what else to write!
- Use the FORM BELOW to submit your entry! Good luck!
gaia_crown [ IDEA POINTS: you do not have to use them all but here are some ideas of how this can go and what you can write! You don't have to know much about Halloween, but if you'd like to do some more research yourself you can go look at the world of Halloween for setting help!
- What kind of character is your character? This is a VERY GOOD time to describe them and their personality either through description, action, settings, and dialogue!
- How does your character feel about being kicked out, as it is rather abrupt! Have they lived a sheltered life or are they more wild? How do they feel about their sibling being a direct competition to the will now?
- Does conflict happen between you and the other sibling? How does it carry out?
- Does your character have a plan or are they just going to "wing it"?
- Has your character considered enrolling in Amityville Academy? What steps will they take to get there?
- Has your character considered using information with the maids and butlers at their disposal to get an idea of where to go next.
- What is your character's room like? How do they go about packing? What things will they bring with them and what things will they miss?
- Does your character have any minipets they must absolutely bring with them?
- Does your character throw a tantrum or are they calm about this? Do they consider to follow their dad's plan, or rebel, or perhaps revenge? How much do they know about Fear, if anything at all?
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 1:53 pm
SUBMISSIONS WILL BE ACCEPTED NOW UNTIL THE END OF JUNE 5th at 11:59 PM PST SO GET THEM UP ASAP! exclaim I AM SUBMITTING AN ENTRY. exclaim If you are doing DUET mode please just have one person submit for the both of you
[b]Solo or duet mode:[/b]
[b]Name of character #1 and who rps it:[/b] Character one is the BLACK kitsune
[b]Name of character #2 and who rps it:[/b] Character two is the WHITE kitsune
[b]Number of characters you own:[/b]
[b]PROMPT HERE:[/b] POST YOUR PROMPT HERE
[b]Minipets username:[/b] If you have a minis account and would like the minis prize
[b]Count me in for the free custom character raffle?[/b] Y/N
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2014 1:31 am
Solo or duet mode: Duet Mode
Name of character #1 and who rps it: leon_a_darkangel is the BLACK kitsune Dakini Youke
Name of character #2 and who rps it: Astro Zombies` is the WHITE kitsune Inari Youke
Number of characters you own: 0 (neither of us own one)
PROMPT HERE:
Character #1
Dakini’s bright sakura pink eyes were almost too wide as he bared his sharp teeth in a displeased sneer. He couldn't believe what he was hearing from the old dramatic fool. His inky black ears flicked back, lying flat against his head as he narrowed his gaze on his father’s pathetic form. Long black tail frizzed in irritation, giving an indignant huff as if it would change the situation. Blood clung to him, dripping from his hands, clothing and tail after having gone looking for something to toy with earlier that evening. It wasn’t like he’d bothered to clean up the mess, why would he? White hot anger burned every fiber of his being, a low growl bubbling from the kitsune demons lips. Clenching his fists, he stomped a foot in frustration. “Surely you jest old man! This is so jackdamn ridiculous!” The boy screamed, forgetting his manners and hissing at his frail father and his brandy drinking. Before he could protest further, the raven butler had pulled the stubborn black kitsune away. Despite his refusing to be removed initially.
He was hurt, and wanted nothing to do with leaving the safety of his childhood manor. He’d heard stories of a school from his brother and his constant book reading, and the servants beforehand...he needed to make use of siphoning Fear properly. It wasn't something he was exactly sure how to go about doing. The stubborn boy would rather wing it, avoiding a boring forced notion of schooling. In his current state Dakini was only so powerful, and young yet. He could shape shift into his kitsune form, but had no control over the mystical fire his kind often made use of presently. Besides, he secretly had a horrible feeling his know-it all brother would drag him along ultimately. No matter how much they argued, the pair cherished one another. Both were mischievous brats, and always got into trouble together. They were each other's rocks, even when they wanted to claw each other apart. However, the idea Inari might force him along was just as frustrating as their fathers will change. This night couldn't get any more candlejacking awful.
Certainly this was not something a son of the great Nogitsune Youke would ever fathom facing. No options? Being forced into something unwillingly? Hissing in disgust, he stormed away too his room. Not even the promise of feuding with his stupid twin would sooth his pride; having had it burned when pulled away like some kit being scolded. He slammed the door leading into his room shut; going to his clothing drawer and tossing around several articles of clothing haphazardly, in a vain attempt to quell his anger. Once done making a mess and with a dramatic sigh he sat down on his bed. In his fit of anger he'd thrown things as he pleased, uncaring what he might hit in his collection of things. Reaching out with his gloved fingers he lifted a section of his long white hair examining it. It was still stained with some of the blood from his earlier prey, without hesitation he sucked on the tip rather moodily as his tail twitched in agitation.
He’d have to learn to master his own powers, somehow. His wretched old man would pay for his (constant) treachery. Yet what would Inari do? A brief moment of doubt flooded his mind causing him to frown. He was unable to imagine going forward without his twin, even rather angry with his sibling for various reasons beyond their inheritance. They had fought earlier while hunting, arguing who would get what as usual. It was never enough, both felt cheated as things had never properly been divided between them since day one. They would get over it like usual; some minor spat could not break their kinship. Dakini knew better. Still, he didn't want to think about their being kicked out right now. Instead he’d sit in the darkness of his room, sulking. He would let one of the maids finish the task, as promised uncaring that he’d made things more difficult in his fury.
Character #2
Inari was not happy. He was not happy at all. He gently removed his glasses, using a very small clean patch of his coat to clean them. Between the insane ramblings of his father and his rather impatient brother it was a wonder the house was still standing to even be considered as an inheritance. He sighed, eying his father. He expected nothing less from the old fool. Why not pit his two children against each other. Again. With his dying breath no less. It wasn't like it was anything new. It was just another frightfully typical Monday.
As his brother stormed off Inari paused to consider his options. He wasn't a fool like his brother. He would not lose his temper. According to the butler they had to harvest...Fear. He frowned at the thought. While everything had been handed to them both on a silver platter, Inari knew it would eventually come to this. The writings may as well have been painted on the walls in the blood the pair wore on their clothing. He never expected his father to just up and leave quietly. He had to make a big fuss over everything beforehand. Fear was not something they could easily come by. From all the books he had read it was only something acquired from...the human world. What he did know was that it was something out of their reach. For all the knowledge he prided himself on obtaining, this was not a subject he was well versed in.
He found himself in his room, glaring at the walls. His room had everything he could ever want. Books; Books everywhere. He had priceless furniture and artifacts. Inari even kept the skulls of his enemies far too ignorant to live. He didn't want to leave his possessions all behind. Besides, where would he go? He remembered stories of a school talked about by the hired staff while he grew up. A school might be able to teach him how to harvest this great fear his father wanted him to find. It might also teach his brother a thing about manners. Oh no, he wasn't going alone. It wasn't as if his brother was actually a threat to him getting his name put back on the will after all. Inari would drag his brother kicking and screaming if he had to. This was a challenge pitted against two brother's, the fight should be fair, should it not? It wasn't much of a challenge if his brother died somewhere in a bog while he harvested what was required of him. Besides, he had no plans to give their father what he truly wanted anyways. Oh, he would get him the fear he wanted, but that didn't mean he would cooperate quietly with every demand. Even against their spiteful father's wishes, the two brothers always found ways to defy him. He wouldn't leave his brother without, any more than his twin would. For all the fuss his family name got him, pride would be their father's downfall.
He rolled his eyes hearing things hit the walls further down the hall. His brother was throwing a hissy fit. Again. He clutched his forehead with his hand, brows furrowing. This was going to be a long, long night. At least the staff would pack for them both. More importantly, they would make their way to their destination after consulting the butler further. They would be fine. Well, he would be fine. His brother might be strangled to death along the way at this rate.
Minipets username: Astro (Astro Zombies`) --- adarkangel (leon_a_darkangel)
Count me in for the free custom character raffle? Yes (for both please!)
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2014 5:08 pm
Solo or duet mode: Duet Mode!
Name of character #1 and who rps it: Hidekazu (meaning excellent harmony), TanuKyle (Black Twin)
Name of character #2 and who rps it: Akihito (meaning distinct person), Peanutbutterpies (White Twin)
Number of characters you own: 0! Neither of us own any.
PROMPT HERE:
Character #1
You don’t spend a lot of time with your father. He’s old and slow and sick. You have fond memories of him as a small kit where he used to toss you in the air and show you how to manipulate fox fire – but those days are passed. Nowadays he sits in his bed and suffers. It makes you unhappy to be still and slow, and it makes you unhappy to see him suffering so you avoid him. You spend your days racing round the estate, playing pranks on the poor staff and finding adventure after adventure with your brother. So when the call comes, you go reluctantly, dragging your feet up until the point Akihito challenges you to a race. You win. You almost always win contests of speed or strength, but sneakiness or intelligence are his forte. You balance each other, you complete each other. (But a tiny, niggling part of you says that you need him far more than he needs you.) The pair of you clatter into Papa’s room, and he frowns at you. The slightest hint of a scowl plays around your face.
Then he starts speaking and the scowl turns fullblown. He’s telling you off again. You fiddle with your mask worriedly, until he kicks you out and your hands drop. You never expected..You’re struck dumb. I mean sure, you've been rowdier lately – the onset of puberty means emotions and hormones are running high – but you never. But.
You run. You dash out of the room like a hellhound is on your tail, or whatever hunts kitsunes you guess, and you keep running. Smack into the butler, who peers over you in a melancholy sort of way with the hint of a cruel smile at the edge of his beak. (You've caused so much trouble for the staff, you’re not surprised they want to see the back of you.) And he speaks, and your world cracks a little at the edges. You nod mutely, rendered speechless by one bombshell after another. Wordlessly you flee to your room, unable to look at your brother.
He finds you later, on the rooftop. You look up at him, and you are so afraid. The whole of your life you've spent together, and now here comes something to rip you apart. You've jested since you were little that you would get the extra kitchen, that you’d get the best part of the gardens, that your half would be the better half. It was funny then. It’s not funny now.
He sighs, and sits down next to you, shoulder bumping into yours softly, and speaks.
“You know it’s not going to change anything, right?”
And that gets you thinking. Because no, you don’t want anything to change. But at the same time…you rely on your brother too much sometimes. Maybe this will be a good thing. Maybe it’ll be your chance to protect him for once, to win and provide for him the way he’s always provided for you. You know that you aren't terribly smart. Don’t get you wrong, you’re no zombie, you’re not DUMB, but…finesse is not your fine point, if you’d forgive yourself the pun. Maybe….maybe this is your chance.
“Maybe…”
He looks at you through his glasses, and you make your decision.
“But this time I’m going to win!”
And then you bump his shoulder, and grin so that he knows you mean it in jest. Your brother look affronted, but you can see the cogs turning in his head. You know the exact moment when he gets it, and you grin again.
“Race you to see who packs fastest?”
You’re off like a shot ; but it’s only fun because there’s someone there to chase you. Someone there to share everything with.
This time you’ll win – for Akihito.
Character #2
You don't really think much of your old man, for you don't tend to spend time with him at all. There are memories, sure, of when you were young and he was in better shape. But these days your time is spent with Hidekazu and helping him plot and plan and do whatever. You're the plan maker, the leader, the brains behind every operation, and (you'd never admit it to anyone or him ever) the protector of Hidekazu. He has the agility and skills, you have the ideas to back up everything, it's always utterly perfect. Or it was, up until your old man ruined everything.
You would have scowled, if Hidekazu hadn't done it enough for the both of you, before he had gone running off with you chasing after him, desperately trying to keep up. Then that damn butler had interfered.. you sigh as you pack clothing into suitcase quickly in a desperate attempt to beat your twin, ignoring that the butler had said he'd pack for you two. Contests had always been a thing between you two, something that had started when you were little. At first, it had just been a way to get Hidekazu to do what you wanted when you were little, but then it turned into to real things that you both tried to win at. Hidekazu was always better, as he had far more agility, but it was still fun regardless. Jamming in another outfit, your door burst open just in time to see your brother parade in, suitcase in hand and proudly grinning, the obvious victor.
"I win!" He crows, flopping onto the bed, grinning broadly as he dumps his suitcase on the floor.
"Only because you probably jammed everything in wildly." You say back, jokingly though, lessening your speed as you pack. Your mind speeds up instead to think of a plan, something to fix this mess your old man threw you guys into. Obviously, his intent is to have you and your twin work against each other, which is never going to happen, so at least you have that much figured out. It's only a shred to what you really need to figure out though and you let out a noise of irritation as you slam a pair of shoes a little too aggressively into your suitcase. What did he even mean by the true Fear? You've read books about Fear and things like it and had been taught by private tutors, but you don't remember anything about "True Fear" and you don't have enough time to go through the extensive library that's in the house. You run your hands through your hair in annoyance, getting more blood in it as you hadn't bothered to wash off yet, trying to see a solution to this puzzle.
You look up from your suitcase to see Hidekazu staring at you with some measure of concern, obviously put off by your outburst, and you pull your hands down from your hair. "It's fine, we'll be fine. I'll figure something out." You say in an attempt to soothe him and both yourself as you add in extra pairs of glasses and things for your hair (smiling fondly at one piece that Hidekazu had gotten for you), finishing up your packing for now. Later you'd check for things you'd think your twin had forgotten, or extra stuff that wasn't essential but you’d want anyways, but for now you flop down on your bed in a reflection of your other half, calming down and starting to think through this piece by piece. You need to go somewhere that has information, because you can't start unless you know what you're looking for, and you need a place for the two of you to stay. You're not very old, the both of you, so it'd be hard to find somewhere to stay and you internally curse your old man for throwing the both of you out. It's not that much of a shock, as you'd considered the possibility of this happening before after a particularly awful and devious prank you two had pulled, but it is annoying. The butlers and maids hated you two too, often being the receivers of the pranks, so they were out of the question for asking for help. It was just you and Hidekazu now, the two of you against the world.
There was one option you hadn't considered, something you'd thought about before but had never really gone through with. Amityville Academy was somewhere to go, as it had information, it had dorms, and it even had the opportunity to learn new things in classes. Given, you'd both had private tutors in the past to learn the basics and more, but there was something new and interesting about being in a public institution where everyone could go. Getting in would probably not be a problem, considering your family's background and affluence, and forms were easy to fill out. You close your eyes, going over the idea and others that popped up, before finally settling. Yes, Amityville Academy was the best choice out of all of these, so that would be your next step. From there, you'd learn what this "True Fear" was and go from there logically, making sure to get the Fear your father wanted and win back the inheritance. You'd protect Hidekazu, because it was your job as the smart one and frankly, you wouldn't have it otherwise. And once you had made sure that everything was secure, that you and your brother were set for life, and then you'd start on getting your revenge on the old man for even putting you two through this.
You lay still for a few moments, simply savoring the plan and how it would go, before opening your eyes.
"Hey, Hidekazu?"
"Hm?" Your twin replied, obviously in his own thoughts.
"I have a plan, I'll tell you it. Also, we should probably get this blood washed off." You said, considering how it was starting to dry and mat in your white hair, along with getting on your suit which, while you had more of, you didn't appreciate regardless.
"Hm." He answered, not moving from his spot, obviously uninterested in getting up for the moment.
There was silence for a minute, and then you said "I'll race you to the bathroom to see who can get it off first."
"You're on!" Hidekazu replied, jumping up and running out as you raced behind, both of you grinning like mad.
You'd definitely make sure to protect your precious twin.
Minipets username: TanuKyle and PeanutButterpies
Count me in for the free custom character raffle? Yes for both of us!
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2014 11:36 pm
Solo or duet mode: Duet
Name of character #1 and who rps it: Shun Kamihara as played by Rinial Sisterdragon
Name of character #2 and who rps it: Shou Kamihara as played by Strawberri stardust.
Number of characters you own: Rinial owns 0, Berri owns 1
PROMPT HERE:
Shun was half annoyed by his father's over dramatic play of his death, and half worried. The old man was one who'd often thrown things out of proportion, but even as far as his stage plays were concerned, that cough was not nearly as played up as it should have been. He'd bolted when the rat b*****d had started chattering about mom. That was not something he wanted to hear about. Not how disappointed his spoiled mom would have been over their attire. It wasn't his fault that pigs blood splashed like that.
He'd been wanting out of the place for a long time, and was all ready to head off when they'd been caught. His tail always let his emotions show, and it flicked angrily at how they were treated by the over tall rodent with wings. Raven's were supposed to be respectable, but this one was more like a nattering crow.
Standing in the doorway between their two rooms, Shun stared daggers at his father's picture on the wall, "So he's going to boot us, and only one gets the inheritance. ******** it, you may as well take the damn house, it's not like it's going to take a genius to see who's going to win in this contest of bullshit." Shun was cunning, and knew very well his brother was the more likely of the two to win the whole she-bang.
Shou was bored. Their father had been babbling for years about how much and how often the twins shamed him, but the old man had never once done anything about it. He was sure that this would be another time just like all the others, so he stood still next to his brother and half listened. Once again, their father mentioned the blood that seemed to be ever present on the boys. It wasn't his fault that pigs blood splashed like that. Though he supposed precautions could have been taken. Ah, well. It was in the past now and-
Hm. Suddenly his brother seemed to have vanished. Since he seemed to be finished, Shou left the room in search of his brother, which wasn't hard as he hadn't gone very far. Not two seconds later, however, they were stopped by one of the butlers. He started to roll his eyes again as the raven faced butler spoke...until he mentioned packing. What? Had the old man actually been serious this time?
Surprise, surprise... He was silent on the way to their rooms, he leaned against his door, appearing lost in thought. He smirked a bit and listened to his brother's irritation. "Well if that's the case then don't plan on moving anywhere," he said. He had no desire to live in this giant mansion by himself. "I suppose we should at least have the appearance of doing what he wants, right? So let's apply to Amityville Academy. If nothing else, we can cause a bit of chaos and learn some things in the process."
Besides...Shou needed his brother. Shun may not feel the same way, but Shou was certain that if the two were ever to part ways on a permanent basis that he would be off-kilter for the rest of his life. Well, moreso than he already was, anyway.
His ebony colored tail gave a twitch as his brother spoke, Shou often kept his head even when the world seemed to fall apart, which was why Shun could be a bit more drastic. They hadn't been raised to be adversarily to one another, despite their father's best attempts the pair was nearly inseperable. They were in all reality one another's balance. Taking a deep breath, Shun let out an exasperated sigh, "I swear, the old man just does it to get under my skin."
The reassurance of Shou had calmed down his irritation, and so his mood moved on to better things, "Hey...this means I can flirt with people who aren't scared we'll fire them if they turn us down!" He chuckled at the number of maids who'd been so flustered over his advances and had gotten themselves fired for innappropriate behavior. Cunning and a flirt Shun was ever the positive and boisterous voice for the pair, "Hell, might torture the batty old coot and give him a grandkid or three!" He snorted. Their father most likely thought that the pair was going to have a freak out, and while it had upset Shun, the thought of the adventure, getting out into the rest of the world and no longer being cooped up in the outskirts, excitment was quickly taking root.
"Shou...dude...we might finally get to see that human world thing...don't students go on field trips?" His tail and ears twitched, this was going to be a hell of a lot better than he'd originally thought, "You think they'll let us room together?" It was a twitchy thought to think of not being in the same room, or at least having an adjoining area for them to hang out in.
Pulling his glasses off to clean them, Shou caught the movement of Shun's tail from the corner of his blurry vision. His own tail of ivory, always in contrast of his twin, was settled softly around his ankles. "It wouldn't surprise me," he murmured as he slipped his glasses back on. By then, he could feel his twin's energy calming, which had been his intention.
He smiled at his twin as he began to see the silver lining of their 'banishment.' True to form, his brother almost always saw the adventurous side of things, and thought of women first. Shou chuckled softly. "Oh, I'm sure he would be delighted to hear the pitter patter of little paws running through the house again," he said with a malicious grin. Their father would probably like nothing less than babies in the house again. Babies and children made messes and Jack forbid anyone or anything make a mess of his clean home. The old man was obsessively clean where the twins had the most fun getting dirty.
No doubt their father thought himself clever for finally doing something he thought would set the twins against each other. Clearly he knew nothing of the sons he'd fathered. They were thick as thieves; always had been and very likely always would be. And now they were being set free upon the worlds, Halloween and quite possibly the human world if they were accepted in Amityville. He grinned and tilted his head, the light flashing across his glasses. "Imagine the chaos we could cause in the human world," he said and laughed. Not too loudly, however. There were always eyes and ears watching them, taking bits and pieces of information back to their father.
"I'd like to see them try to keep us apart." His red eyes darkened at the idea, the mere thought that something like that could even be accomplished.
Shun couldn't help the devilish grin at his dear brother's thoughts and ideas of what they could do if they got loose, his ear twitched, then he gave his brother the high-sign to indicate the ears were listening again, he mouthed carefully "We'll have to be careful so they don't catch on this time." and with that he finished his packing. The sooner they were gone the sooner they left, the better off the pair would be. Separation was not an option, not until the pair was old and gray, and or one of them was dead.
"So the old man gets a wish, of quiet and no worries about us. He can bloody well sod off." A devilish smirk graced his features again as he went off cursing up a storm about his father, just to ensure the drama king was well and satisfied with causing the twins, or more so Shun distress. Play the part and get out free, nothing was going to taste sweeter than being out from under their ever watchful eyes.
Shou inclined his head slightly to show he understood they were being watched again, and that neither of them had any intention of being stopped this time. He went back to packing his things, taking the time to do it neatly. He supposed he had inherited their father's desire for orderliness in some ways, and he hated that, hated being in any way similar to that dramatic and simpering old man. But then again, he also couldn't just throw thing in his suitcase and be done with it. Then his clothes would be wrinkled, and he couldn't have that. He did take pride in his appearance, though he did enjoy getting messy, too.
He tried hard to hide the grin that wanted to split across his face as Shun gave their father the drama he wanted. Shou gave his own kind of show, giving his face a hard edge, a quiet anger to his movements. In reality, he knew that being out of this house would be the sweetest thing the twins had ever tasted. They could have so much fun once they were free of this place and its spies.
Minipets username: StrawberriStardust
R: I don't think I have one. o.o;
Count me in for the free custom character raffle? Yes for both of us
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2014 12:11 am
Solo or duet mode: Duet
Name of character #1 and who rps it: Lucien and Raja plays him.
Name of character #2 and who rps it: Yancy and Chirigami plays him.
Number of characters you own: Raja owns 5 (3 students, 1 horseman, 1 hunter), Chirigami owns 4 (2 Students, 1 horseman, 1 hunter)
PROMPT HERE:
There was an audible 'tch' that escaped Lucien's lips as the door to their father's room swung closed behind them. "It's not even our fault if someone tries to break their end of the contract." He grumbled, casting a look to his brother. Obviously the ranting of an old man was lost on him. Or perhaps it was the very reason for what happened next. Even as he was lifting a hand to lick a finger and wipe away a smear in his hair of the crimson hue the butler stepped up. Drawing there attention and speaking suddenly. The kitsune's mouth hadn't dropped when their father essentially booted them. He could handle that. It still meant three meals, and an allowance right? They were his important heirs after all.
This, however, was different. There was a light click as his mouth snapped shut again when the butler finished, his gaze briefly shifting to his brother, and then back to the form that had turned to walk away. To see to their packing. "That's a joke, right?" It had always been that way. That they'd shared things. Meals, jokes, plots, and fights. The estate was the same thing. Why make it a competition now?
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The splotches of blood on his clothing, the light touch in the fur of his tail, were ignored. The ramblings of his brother as they left the room were like background noise as Yancy kept his eyes ahead, narrowed, trying to contain the frustration and the anger at bay. The long white tail flicked once as he moved, were intercepted by one of their many butlers. Again, he barely bat an eye in his direction, just clenched his fist tighter. How dare he. How dare that man think of them as incompetent, bumbling fools who did not know how the world worked. That man! An old fashioned, drunk and dying old fool!
"Its not a joke," he hissed, shooting his brother an icy look through the rim of his glasses. "Do you really think that man is capable of a sense of humor?" Yet still, Yancy continued to bottle it up. Not to let his emotions roll out like a dark wave at his brother, he didn't deserve it - Lucien was stuck in the same boat as he was. He'd let it slip like sand. Someone else deserved it. Or something else. He would have to craft it for something else.
"We can't let him win," the more pale of the twins continued after a pregnant pause. "He will not drive us apart." Because they had never been apart. They had explored their estate together, had done everything together. Every wound was shared, meal and discovering. Every exploration and joke. Their recent 'handling' of work. Nothing could change it. Not even him.
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He knew it wasn't, even as the calmer, collected of the two spoke. Lucien let things out, the 'emotions on your sleeve' sort. If one of them looked a bit more simple and easy to read everyone thought they could grasp what was happening. Gather that it was harmless and safe to assume. They could read the more cmplex sibling through him. Even when the cues were only ones the two knew from years of practice.
A deep breath was inhaled as he grimaced, lifting one hand to rub at his brow. "No... no. I don't." Had their father ever cracked a joke? Had their mother? The two were a match made in heaven as far as he recalled. Still, if she'd been around he wouldn't have been pulling this. Pink hued eyes darted to the side at those words along with a rogueish grin. "Ahhh... but wouldn't it be funny to make him think he won?" He offered, agreeing with Yancy fully. When had they ever fought? Actually, there was that one time when there was only one dessert left. Their favourite. But they'd gotten a second and split both to even it out in the end.
Everything could be shared. Even a burden thrown at them by their father. And after he died? They could just split things like normal, like they always did. "By the way... you know what he means?" True fear? Fear was their life source, but what was this true fear? What was the difference? "We're not going to bicker over it, but we have to present it to him either way."
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Their father had called them lazy but the lack of immediate action was doing poorly to rightfully ebb the emotions of the deemed "calmer" of the pair. Yancy crossed the hall where the brothers still stood and began to lightly run a gloved finger along the ridged edges of one of the many priceless vases that were on display throughout the household - there was the brief thought of smahsing it, but wouldn't that just be so childish and prove their father right. "Play into his game?" He replied evenly, his hand coming to a stop and pulled back as he turned to face his brother. An almost smile was faint upon his lips. "Secret comradery." Like it would be the first really, even within this household that held so many watchful eyes. The brothers still managed to hold so many, to work so well together.
Really, if their parents had been deemed such a match. Of course they would be able to produce a pair of equal value or more.
Of what could they do? At least this could put his thoughts to better use, calm him perhaps. Yancy leaned against the wall as he began to think. Perhaps something akin to the current household business, or perhaps something outside the box; wouldn't that just enrage father so. "Delightful." See? Starting to feel better already.
But his thoughts shifted slightly when the darker kitsune posed his question and he was first replied to with a soft hum. "Obviously a powerful Fear," he replied - though, he even had to admit he was tempted to put out his phone to search the interwebs for clues of how to obtain such a source. Was it the quantity or the quality? In fact, he did reach into the breast pocket of his well tailored suit and slide the device on.
And found the device without service. Already, their father's hand at work. "We need to do something big...."
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His eyes briefly trailed the vase, so unknowingly close to it's demise and yet spared. They may have been young, full of wild thoughts and their own way of handling matters, but they weren't children. At least, not so much as their father assumed. Still, his head tilted at the words. "Exactly." He chimed, shrugging his shoulders with a smirk still planted on his face. "He believes he will beat out games with his own. Wouldn't it be best to play a trick?" A simple one, but it would leave their father spotting angrily regardless. At the end of it all he'd be more cross that things did not go his way than anything else.
And oh Lucien was happy to hear that he agreed, not that he'd feared otherwise, but... well there was that distant, far off chance. That bit of concern that power might have corrupted, but really. This was his brother. They were two sides of a coin, and who else was there better to take someone as lofty as that old coot of theirs down with? He bobbed his own head once as he leaned against the wall. Powerful... "The essence of it all?" He offered, watching as Yancy pulled out his phone. And then the previous grin faded to a grimace, annoyance clearly written as the words escaped the pale twin.
"You're kidding? Already?" It hadn't even been five minutes. "I am going to see to it that once we get this fear we're after, that guy is fired-" There was a pause. "-Or promoted. He's rather efficient." Good staff was hard to find these days. Either way, he wasn't happy as he pulled forth his own phone just to verify they had the same results. Well, at least it was clear their father still never played favorites. "He's going to regret this." The old man really should have known better than to spite them both.
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"Already." It sounded like Lucien already knew that without having to check, despite doing so. Still, he scowled and adjusted the bridge of his glasses upon his nose with his middle finger. He would have been of the mind that the fellow who deactivated their phone service get a reward. So efficient despite putting a small hindering to their plans. The phone was placed back as his head pressed against the wall, not caring about the tapestry he might be pulling with his weight as he leaned.
"Land something he could never dream of?" His mind back to the problem at hand. "Hire out?" Though, they probably had little money to use, all they would have was their name. But a name could get them anywhere, and knowing one even further.
Yancy's eyes glanced down the hall for a brief moment. Wondering if discussing this here was ideal. The butler had yet to return.
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He did have an idea. The lack of taps said a lot. Checking his phone made it hit closer to home. Father really did mean out. Out of his life till they scampered around and appeased him with this game. It didn't make things any easier, or desireable as he shook his head and used an elbow to stand up again. "Something he can't believe exists. Of course." They had it in them to perform that well when they wanted. Their games could wait a short while, or perhaps might lead them to it.
"We might need to." He added with a nod, eyes going to the ceiling as he took a step and mentally went over places they hadn't been to recently. They'd need something worthwhile, but fresh. Anyone connected closely in the recent might have known what was going on. "We better choose someone who doesn't try to cut and run this time. Wouldn't want to ruin the suites further." Father' certanly didn't intend to buy a new one for now. Still, they'd have to get going. "We should find where what bags we get are located. I'm making this leave on my terms." He wasn't going to let it look like their father was panicking the pair.
Rather, he'd make it out to be a joke. That this was going to be too easy. "Shall we?" He offered, glancing over his shoulder and holding back a hand before retracting it. "Though, I suppose I should look at you with disdain for now? At least until we're out of view?" He offered, a brief grin showing on his face that vanished a moment later as he began to stride along. A flick of the ebony tail and he was walking along as if his brother wasn't there.
It was what their father wanted, for them to fight and disband. He wouldn't get it, but it would certainly be more fun to make him think that. Though did their father thent hink the two weren't clever enough on their own to obtain it seperately? That this was an impossible task? Really. He was just being foolish then.
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Yancy found himself lingering still against the wall. Not for the sake of playing the part that his brother suggested, to look like they were going their separate ways. But just being lost in planning. "Don't play it up too much, they would never believe that we were that mad at one another," he still replied as he stared unfocused at the floor. Their fights never got too heated, maybe when they were children at play but they only lasted long enough for them to break into giggles and laugh it off. Nothing like what they were trying to fool the estate with. (If they really were).
And could they really find someone else who wouldn't pull one over them? There were a few names, a few individuals and a less groups he could name off hand just by staying where he was.
But soon enough, he soon followed after his brother. Trailing behind at a pace that left a wide birth between them, wide enough that it had taken some time to catch up and find the bags that were waiting for them and the open door that would finally dispel them from their childhood home - until, well, they could accomplish their 'task' at hand. Yancy slid a glance at Lucien and said nothing as he reached down and scooped up the meager bag that he supposed was his own - decorated in such a fashion that set it apart from the darker of the two; a simple little charm tied to the handle that looked a little like Lucien's hair ornament and a fuzzy white ball that looked a little like it was trying to be a white fox. It was also the more clean of the two bags, as it was.
He left with only a click of his tongue and a wave of his hand. A signal really. A location.
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The click of his shoes on the wooden floors of the hall echoed as he strode down to the main entrance. Oddly enough, that small noise was one of his favourite things about the tailored suit. It really did feel business, make things seem more serious. Even if it should have truly been as such. Instead though, the kitsune was rather confident in his ability to beat whatever task his father threw his way. If he wasn't enough the two of them would be. But honestly, it was just unfair when they tag teamed like they did.
Despite some failures at their hand at the family business. So many people trying to go back on their word. Demon didn't do that, shame on them for trying.
Which was why he knew their father had to be serious. He wouldn't have said it if he didn't mean it. So upon reaching the hall where the original butler and a few maids stood with the bags he gave a mild nod. His steps were full of purpose as he strode toward his own bag, darker in hue, a bit rought around the edges (ignore the blood stains), and from it hung a puff so similar to his brothers. It still wants to be a fox, even if it was a bad mockery of one. His, however, had an equally pathetic set of glasses stuck on it's face. Stupid things, but they'd made them for each other as kids. The puffballs had migrated from more than a few bags, and even now survived on evne as he stooped ever so slightly to catch his bag with one hand. "See you when you work for me." He offered, a devilish smile drawing along his lips as he looked to the help.
Yancy wasn't too far off though, and even as he moved for the door he heard the other set of footsteps. A brief turn, faking an indifferent stare as he watched his brother briefly. The brief tick of a noise, and swift motion wasn't lost even as Lucien turned to move off on his own. They'd meet in a bit to the east. To plan, to plot, and to conquer. Obviously. That was all there was to it. So with that in mind the darker twin stepped off the step and down the way.
They'd show them just what kind of mess their father had made with this silly decision. And soon.
Minipets username: Raja & Chirigami
Count me in for the free custom character raffle? Yes (Raja) & No (Chirigami)
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2014 8:17 pm
Solo or duet mode: Duet
Name of character #1 and who rps it: Areli "Rell" Bey - Enoh Love.
Name of character #2 and who rps it: Contratto "Con" Bey - Nyxtsuki Moon.
Number of characters you own:
Nyxtsuki Moon - 6 (2 hunters, 3 students, 1 horseman)
Enoh Love - 7 (2 hunters, 4 students, 1 horseman)
PROMPT HERE:
“Fantastic.” Was the first word uttered from the white clad Kitsune. It was said with neither excitement nor anger. It was more of a finality of the situation at hand. Of course their ailing father would put them in a predicament such as this, and to leave the butler to break the bad news. Calling them the spoiled ones! Hah! Contratto's tail flicked with the mildest of agitation, adjusting his glasses with mumbling curses and the quiet click of his shoes on the polished marble of their fine home. All work, the old man wanted them to do and no play. Contratto knew where he stood in this estate, with all its fine wealth and abundant resources to his brother and their mischievous ways. He was a business man, and this estate was the building of a large scale empire for him to rule. Did his grandfather...or his father know of the hundred of contracts that he had signed with the staff alone? Demanding their fidelity to him, and his every whim. It was fun, when you dangled some sort of reward in front of those lesser beings (monsters, demons, ghosts or undead) for the simplest of task. He could offer a subtle title change for a demon working their way into prestige, just by writing it down with words on paper and signing the dotted line, earning himself a loyal (if not stupid) lackey to cater to his every whim. It was the nature of creatures, of any kind to wish for more and offer anything they had.
But all that work, thrown to the hellhounds over what his father called laziness...of diminishing their family name. Hah! He could say again! That old man drug the name threw the dirt when his weak frail body decided to fall to some pitiful disease and he went of on his rants about their ailments...none of which Con ever took serious.
He finally zoomed in on his twin brother, who was the closest thing to a friend.
“And what of your thoughts on this, Little brother?”
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Rell was taking the news rather well. So well, in fact, that he wasn't even paying it any mind. Instead, he had been doing his best impression of his Brother's serious face from the moment the butler walked away. His arms were crossed over his chest, his nose was turned up, and his mouth moved in a very animated mime of what he assumed was Con's internal blabberings, all in time with a rather exaggerated military walk for reasons. If one could read lips, they would get a whole story about how the carrots weren't cooked right anyway, and who wants to be in this stupid family anyway because little orange vegetables weren't boiled properly and blah blah blah -
The moment Con spoke to him though, he knew he was busted. The boil froze, his eyes wide and his tail floofed out, lips pressed together in a high, thin line as if to hide evidence of his demeaning of carrots on Con's behalf. Oops!
"Pshaaaaawww---" The younger kitsune hissed loudly, his shoulders squaring as his hands went to his hips, his tail smoothing out as if nothing was wrong. "I'm not worried!" He boasted proudly, waving a well-manicured claw in the air.
Except he was worried, really worried. He hadn't lived on his own before, and hadn't been away from home for very long, and there he was, being threatened with and forced into banishment - and not to mention this new competition with his brother, whom he had been very close to up until this point.
"If you're worried through, you can just sit back and relax - I got this." The black kitsune stretched his arms into the air, and then folded them behind his head. "-and because I love you, dear brother Rat, I'll give you 41%." He added with a proud grin, as if he were incredibly generous, and not at all terrified.
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"Refrain from calling me Rat while we are out on this little adventure." Con adjusted his glasses again, "Your pet nickname is cute inside our home...but others will not find it that way."
He smiled, as he knew his brother well, at the bold deceleration. "41% Hah! Worried...Hah!" Con laughed full heartedly, turning a quick grin to his brother. "We'll give this wager our father has demanded into a little game between us shall we?"
He thought about it and added, "Because I love you as well brother dear...I will give you 16% of the estate should I succeed." Honestly though, whether either of them won, the estate was the least of their worries. He thought about this little game and couldn't help the smile, perhaps it would be more fun then he gave it credit for.
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"Oops, did I say 41%? I meant 14%." Rell's grin widened, and he held out his hand. "May the best brother win!" He started amicably, before adding: "-Which I intend to."
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Minipets username: Nyxtsuki Moon and Enoh
Count me in for the free custom character raffle? Yes (Nyx) and Yes (Enoh)
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2014 10:37 pm
Solo or duet mode: Duet
Name of character #1 and who rps it: Josuke, played by [A.V.]
Name of character #2 and who rps it: Shirota, played by GrnGriff
Number of characters you own: AV - 4 | GrnGriff - 3
PROMPT HERE:
Josuke rolled his eyes, clearly unimpressed with his father’s dramatizations, and hoped he would end up choking on that brandy. Why couldn’t the old fart just ACTUALLY die and stop tormenting the two of them? As he continued on with his tirade, the young kitsune let out a huff, and took the opportunity to slip away, dragging his brother with him.
“Hey, aniki. You think the old man finally lost his marbles?”
*
Shirota’s brow furrowed ever so slightly. It shouldn’t have; he was trying to remain impassive. “I would prefer not to speculate,” he said, giving his glasses a slight adjustment, “but I suppose he might have if he thinks kicking us out is a good idea. Honestly, what good will that do?” He let out a sigh of his own, debating his next action. Though he had a question, being the eldest brother, even my a mere 3 minutes, Shirota naturally hated asking his brother for more than an opinion. Though if he phrased the question just right, it might just seem that’s all he was asking for. “Do you think it was just crazy talk? The brandy, perhaps?”
The only show of nerves from the elder twin was a push at his glasses. Or perhaps it was irritation showing. He thought the blood on his suit was quite the fashion statement, thank you.
It was about then that Bradley (Never Mr. Bradley always just Bradley) found them. For a butler, he could have a very imposing presence. Shirota figured it came from serving their father for so long.
Bradley had nothing good to say. Something about ‘packing’, the will, and ‘true Fear’. Bradley never lied, or joked. Mr. Blackthorn joked, but not Bradley.
With a sigh that was heavy with contemplation as he watched the butler leave, Shirota removed his glasses and whipped out his ever handy lens-cleaning cloth. “Father has most certainly lost his mind.” Not that he wanted Josuke to see his panic. “Most certainly. Quite the sour turn of events, don’t you agree?” Where in the name of Jack would they go?
*
It was a rhetorical question Shiro, you were supposed to say yes.
“Dude, EVERYTHING he says is crazy talk. We should have sent him to the looney bin AGES ago!” Josuke threw his hands up in exasperation. “Homework is for losers.” It was quite clear the two weren’t on the same page. He scratched at his cheek with an annoyed look on his face, not noticing that doing so was leaving smears of blood on his cheek. He hadn’t bothered cleaning; what was the point? Besides, he thought it looked intimidating. Like, who would want to mess with a guy in bloody tux? No one, that’s who!
No one… except the butler. Josuke hated how serious the raven demon was, and scowled at him. There was a time he had tried to set his feathers on fire, just to get a reaction from him, but all the butler had done was stare back at him, shoo him away and patted at his feathers until they went out. Part of him wondered if he was even capable of feeling, not that… it really concerned him in the first place. At least, it didn’t until that mini speech.
Josuke’s frown only grew, and he stuck his tongue out at him as soon as the butler’s back was to them. “You think? I’ve been saying he’s gone senile for the longest time but you never listen.” It was less panic and more irritation, but he had somewhat seen this coming. Their father had been trying to get rid of them ever since they were practically born.
“Ok, here’s the plan. We sneak into the geezer’s room at night. You break his neck, and I’ll bust his kneecaps. PROBLEM SOLVED.” He puffed his chest out, seemingly proud at his brilliant plan.
“... and I call dibs on the fridge and freezer.”
*
Letting out a sigh, Shirota closed his eyes (to hide the eye roll). With very deliberate movements, he put his glasses back on, spreading his hand over his face so that he might push them all the way up with his thumb and middle finger. It was all designed not only to give him a moment to calm down, but also to remind him that he was smarter than his brother.
“No.” He shot Josuke his very best and deadpan ‘you’re kidding’ look. “I believe Bradley said he’d already modified the will. If the geezer died now, we’d be screwed. It’s all very legal.” Yes, he was using his huffy voice, and on purpose, too. They both knew that as the elder brother, Shirota would be getting dibs on that half of the kitchen.
“Did you hear the part about no longer splitting the estate? Father really has lost it.” He was going to be sighing a lot this day, wasn’t he? “And nonsense about ‘phenomenal Fear’.” It sounded very much like physical work. “Tell me, brother dear, any idea what that’s all about?” Shirota was just confused enough to ask. “And what are we going to do now?”
Bradley would probably have their things packed in no time. He was very efficient.
*
He had never been more serious.
“Legal, smegal. He just said we had to ‘discover true fear’ or something like that, right? So all we gotta do is scare the living daylights out of him before we off him, and tada, we’re back in the will. Screw that phenomenal fear crap.” He waved his hand as if to dismiss the notion. “Besides, I bet it’s just a bluff. You know pops is a little crazy in the head. He’s probably doing this to try and scare us.” It certainly wouldn’t have been the first time, and besides, he knew their father was always trying to find ways to scare them into doing stuff. Usually to no avail.
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Shirota crossed his arms and looked at his brother. “It’s possible Bradley’s in on the whole thing, that would give it a certain amount of credibility…” He mused over the idea. Perhaps Josuke was right, perhaps it WAS all just a bluff. “I certainly hope so. Leaving the mansion would be highly inconvenient.” With a bit of a flourish he unfolded his arms and turned on his heel. They should go hunt down the butler and be certain. “And if it’s not a bluff, we still can’t off anyone until the will is changed back. It’s all legality. We’d need the old man’s signature,” he said, chiding his brother for his foolishness. Honestly, Josuke. Contracts were serious business, seriously.
*
Josuke followed close at his heels, grinning from ear to ear. Part of him was excited Shiro was supporting his idea, and, well, this was just all so very exciting. “We could always threaten him, be like ‘if you don’t sign this new and improved will, we’ll cut off your beard… and your toes.’” He knew how much their father treasured that dumb beard. Also, toes were important, for walking and stuff.
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Eyes were rolled, and Shirota let out an exasperated sigh. “Threatening harm will only work if we plan to keep him alive. You were just talking about offing the old man. He won’t sign it if we kill him, and he would make us pay if didn’t- with some other crazy idea like this one.” They might not have been afraid of their father, but he was a stubborn old soul. “And he has the staff on his side, it would seem.”
A fact that was proven a moment later, when the boils stepped into their wing of the mansion. Bags were indeed being packed. Shirota’s own trunk was there, being loaded full of snappy suits and hair care products. It was real. It was happening. They were being kicked out. Shirota hoped the pleading looked tossed at Bradley’s army of butlers wasn’t seen by Josuke. No one on the staff seemed to notice it. Out. Kicked out of the mansion, sent off on some stupid errand for their crazy Father.
Shirota was cleaning off his glasses again as he watched two servants slap the lid on his trunk closed and pick it up. They left in the direction of the front door. His mouth was dry, and his mind was racing.
“Fear,” he said. He knew what it was, but he hadn’t bothered to learn much about it. He’d been busy reading comic stories and watching dramas about high-powered lawyer types. (It was why he was so very knowledgable.) Was fulfilling their Father’s silly condition really the only way out of this? And did he really mean to give the mansion to only ONE of them?
“The car will take you anywhere you like, just once,” a voice said. Bradley had snuck up behind them.
Shirota shot Josuke a glance. Where could they go? Phenomenal Fear. Where could they learn what that meant? The demon’s lip went up in a grimace. Learn. School. Homework. (He might not mind it if they didn’t want him to learn silly things like science.)
“You will be taking me and my things to Amityville.” It was the logical conclusion. If he had to learn something a school would be the fastest place to do that. And Amityville was the best wasn’t it? His father had said so once, ages ago, hadn’t he? (Shirota didn’t even think about payment. It was assumed expenses would be covered.)
Putting his glasses back on he assumed an air of authority, or as much as he could muster. “When do we leave?”
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Josuke huffed. As much as he hated to admit it, it probably… would be hard to kill him. ”Then... we can slowly torture him until he does.” He grinned and made snipping motions with his hand. When Shiro mentioned the staff, he paused, and then tilted his head, giving his brother an innocent look. “Then we off all of them.” Josuke’s grin widened, if such a thing was even possible, and that coupled with the blood on his face made for an extremely unsettling display.
As they arrived at their rooms, Josuke paused, staring at the bags. He glanced over at what he assumed to be Shiro’s luggage, and made a face. “Jeez, aniki, why do you have so much jacking shampoo? You’re going to end up looking like whats-his-face.” They were clearly running out of derogatory terms for their poor dear father. “In fact… if you chopped off your hair and stuck it on your face and braided it, you’d look just like him.” He turned to see if Shiro was scowling at him, but instead, he was greeted with a somewhat desperate look, seemingly lost at what was happening in front of them. Sorry Shiro, but while the others might not have noticed, Josuke was a bit more attentive. A bit. Even if he was just cleaning his glasses, Josuke knew it happened to be a nervous habit of his, and frowned.
When a voice spoke out, Josuke couldn’t help but flinch, fur bristling as he whipped around to see the butler.
“JACKdammit don’t do that,” he hissed, tail flickering with annoyance. He gave Shiro an irritated look when he looked at him, trying to mentally tell him not to fall for such a trap, but unfortunately, his brother couldn’t read minds.
“Amityville. Seriously. Seriously?? Aniki, are you that scared of getting kicked out?” He narrowed his eyes. “I thought you had a bit more backbone than that, brother, but I guess I was wrong.”
*
Shirota thought, at times, that his brother was crazy.
The comments about looking like Father only proved it. Shirota was certain Josuke looked a great deal more like father than he did. Long hair aside.
“Shirota turned to look at his brother, and very deliberately pushed his glasses up, even though they didn’t need it. “I am not scared.” And he was certain he had loads more backbone than Josuke did. “I do not, however, see an easy way out of this. We cannot force Father to sign anything. Torture is coercion, and it wouldn’t hold up in court. And I doubt we could off all of the staff ourselves.” He tossed a glance at Bradley, who was pretending like he hadn’t heard a thing.
“No, Josuke. If you took a moment to think, and I know it’s difficult for you, but just try- If you took a moment you’d realize that doing what the old man says is by far the easier route.” Shirota paused, and his tail flicked. “Of course, you are welcome to stay here and plot murder, if you wish. I will go and learn about the Fear,” he said the word with a sigh of ‘it’s so troublesome though’, “and then return and claim the estate.”
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For a long time, Josuke remained silent, glaring at the one he called brother. His fists were clenched, ears flattened against his head as he trembled. ”Are you… calling me dumb?” His lips quivered ever so slightly, but then he bit down, lifting his head to give Shiro a definat look. ”Fine. Two can play at this game.” He redirected his gaze at Bradley, and pointed at his bag. ”Slave. Take my bags to Amityville. I will be going there also.” With that, he stormed out of the room, but nt without turning around to give Shiro one last look.
”I’ll let things go your way.. for now. But mark my words. I’ll be the one to win this jacking contest, and when I do, I’m not giving you SQUAT. You can go sleep outside in the bushes for all I care.” And then he turned, tail swishing behind him as he marched down the hall, footsteps echoing into the distance.
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Shirota sighed and shook his head. Josuke, really. As if he had a chance. This was not something he’d be able to fix with fire and knee-cap busting. No. This was going to take brains and finesse. “I’ll let him live in the guest house when I win,” he said to no one. Well, he said it to Bradley, but really it was like talking to no one. “Shall we be having dinner before we leave, or on the way? Go tell cook I don’t want anything gooey. It won’t sit well with my motion sickness.” And then Shirota turned and followed his brother down the hall.
Minipets username: AliLV :: GrnGriff
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2014 11:47 pm
Solo or duet mode: Duet!
Name of character #1 and who rps it: Chisato (meaning Thousand Miles) RPed by Yushika
Name of character #2 and who rps it: Tenshoku (meaning Heaven's Message) RPed by Mythee
Number of characters you own: 0 (Yushika) / 1 (Mythee)
PROMPT HERE:
ѺѺѺѺ It hadn't really come as a surprise. Knowing that withering old embarrassment of a father, something like this was bound to happen one day. The kitsune twins' childhoods had been a marathon of drastic and unnecessary acts of disdain from his part; it was just his style to have an outrageous finishing move up his sleeve. So, the baka wants to go mono? Wants the offsprings away from his bedsprings? Wise move, considering his weakening body and all of that pent up frustration he'd taken such care to build in his sons all these years.
But no, the white-garbed kitsune wouldn't be gone long enough for his old man to pass away peacefully. His slightly more gangster-looking twin, either. Tenshoku adjusted his glasses, a sinister chuckle escaping his habitually professional (albeit blood-spattered) demeanor. He had plans for the both of them to return as soon as possible and have a little entertainment at their father's expense. Sweet, sweet payback awaits - and for that he needed to make short work of this silly competition. Maybe before they even finished packing under the butler's watchful eye- that way, Chisato wouldn't have to risk living on the streets.
Tenshoku shot his twin a sharp, meaningful look as he stuffed a faintly screaming tomato into his bag. If they packed whatever nonsense they found through their 666 rooms it could buy them days. Weeks, even. But who could he scare? Definitely not the crow demon- butlers are fearsome and god-like beings. That left him only one choice. Induce fear in his twin brother. He steeled himself for the act. If he won this gambit everything would go back to normal, their future safe in his hands; He couldn't really say the same for Sato's.
"Thing is, why'd pops even bother? We all know I'm gonna win this." Tenshoku spoke matter-of-factly, packing random useless knickknacks and minipets into well-organized compartments with remarkable skill. "Y'know you can't beat me in an argument. I figure he just doesn't want you making a mess of even half our property. But how're you gonna survive without me tidyin' up after you, Sato? All 'lone in th' great unknown." The white kitsune sighed as if burdened by the mere thought, glancing up.
♬ He was pissed.
Now, anyone who knew Chisato knew that his fury was not something to glance twice at. He was, more often than not, angry. Honestly, would you blame him? His father had, for the most part, made it particularly clear that his sons could never meet his expectations. For years Chisato had tried to please the intolerable man, however the second he discovered that breaking things and crushing his old mans cold heart was more satisfying it seemed he always was in trouble.
However, he was still furious. His father may never have been the ideal parent, but Chisato held the secret hope that maybe one day the man would accept him. Even when his father clearing called him a "mongrel" and had threatened to dump him on the streets when he turned 15 he hadn't considered that maybe one day his time would be up. He always thought he could fix himself later. Goof off now, break a few things, then straighten up in time to win the bastards favor before he left. Seemed like a plan, right?
Except things were different now.
His ruby red eyes flicked when he heard his twins familiar laughter. His mouth tightened, orbs of red trailing after the white-twin as Tenshoku seemed busy already packing. Swallowing thickly, he felt a brief flicker of fear in his chest before he stifled it with a grunt. So what his old man wanted them to compete? Tensho and Sato had been close since birth; his twin wouldn't betray him! Still, his fingers twitched in anticipation as he watched Tenshoku, body lowering to scoop up Amy, his precious Kitpin pet.
"Hey, what're doi-" And then he froze. Tensho's words hit him like a ton of bricks, his eyes opening in wild alarm before his anger, once again, overcame him. What? The boy just stood there, eyes wide and heart skipping as his twin began, calmly, announcing who the winner would. Gritting his teeth, he felt betrayal for a brief second before letting out a shaky sigh.
'He's just doin' that s**t where he makes bad jokes. The guy doesn't even know how to make a knock-knock joke funny. It's okay.' His hands rose, a low laugh escaping the shorter-haired twin.
"Woah woah there killer. For a sec I thought you were gonna just up and leave. Anyway, enough with the jokin'. We need to figure out how to get through the old mans head that we ain't doin' this s**t."
ѺѺѺѺ His twin's betrayed expression was definitely part of the plan, but Tenshoku felt a pang of guilt. This turned to irritation when Chisato didn't fall for it as easily as he'd hoped, however, and took it as a joke instead. Tenshoku's attempts at humor nearly always failed to come across as such, so why is it that when he wasn't telling a joke, it'd be taken for one?
He rolled his head and smirked at Chisato, as mercilessly as he had always looked upon the poor kids that made enemies of the brothers. Black as soot and white as ash, they'd been a fearsome team as far as they could remember. Losing that was Tenshoku's greatest fear- that's why he knew it would be one of Chisato's, as well.
"Y'think I'm jokin'? Wake up, bub. It's not like we can get him to scrap his will. S'why he put this guy here." He motioned to the butler and leaned in with a pitying expression. "For all you know, world's best dad up there and I are in on this together. I mean, have you considered what'd happen with th'family fortune in your hands? Disasters, one after th'next. Not that you'd need a house make a wreck o' yourself. You'll do a fine job o' that penniless, n' homeless, too."
♬ What the hell was happening?
Chisato didn't want to believe his brothers words, eyes narrowing fiercely as Tensho's words. If this was some elaborate joke he was not finding the humor in it. Why did his brother choose today of all days to develop a sense of humor, anyway?
'For all you know, world's best dad up there and I are in on this together.'
That's it. That was when he snapped. That was the final damn straw. The idea that his twin had betrayed him sent a hot white wave of pain through his spine, eyes widening in bewilderment. His brother continued, merciless, and his eyes stayed cold. Tensho was not speaking the way he always did towards Chisato. There was no gentle warmness. There was no love.
It was cold and cruel.
His hands slipped into fists, mouth pulling back to reveal sharp teeth. He was so damn done with this s**t. First his father, and now his damn brother was turning on him? His hands latched onto the nearest thing, a table, and he threw it across the room, releasing a loud growl as he did so.
"Oh so it just takes some god damn dollar bills and you start turnin' on me, your damn brother?!" He approached, body trembling as fury overcame him. The older twin stood before Tensho, hands threatening to strike. "You decided to inherit the old geezers shitty side, huh? No loyalty?! That it? I'm just some pawn?"
ѺѺѺѺ Tenshoku stood unflinching, furrowing his brows as a table whizzed past his face in his twin brother's blaze of fury. As the table shattered against the wall, so did the pale Kitsune's illusions of being in control of the situation. He was angry too, damn it- at himself. This exhausting act was supposed to work, but it sucked that it did. Why'd Chisato have to go and get fixated on a fake betrayal instead of just producing FEAR like he was supposed to, to get them both out of this mess their father had shoved at them with such clichéd ceremony?!
It hurt, but he'd gotten this far and their future hung in the balance. He had to remind himself that Chisato's pain was a temporary thing, that the alternative was worse. He stuffed his shaking hands into the pockets of his suit, projecting an image of serenity as the black kitsune approached. He wouldn't dare strike him; Tenshoku didn't move. "Heh. " He gave his brother a pained smile. "So, you afraid yet?" He asked,stealing a sideways glance at the butler. He'd have something to report, soon- they were almost there, even if the one most afraid was probably himself.
♬ His eyes narrowed slowly. You know what? Fine. This was a game now. His arms folded, head tossing to the side as he sucked his teeth. "Tch." He'd show Tensho. He could get that damn inheritance and prove to the both of them he could provide. Maybe then his brother would learn same damn respect. Hurt as he was, Tensho was still his twin. His younger twin. Even if Chisato was loud, rash, and a bit of a clutz he knew one thing he wanted the most: To protect his twin, despite the fact he was being a betraying little s**t right now.
Now, what were the rules again?
Acquire True Fear or something? Hell. He didn't remember. Something about scaring someone. Fine. Lets play.
"Why am I even freakin' out? Not like you'll win. You've always been the passive one. The one who uses words and s**t. I don't need someone like you slowin' me down. Y'know, have you thought about what would happen to the inheritance if you got it? Nothin'. It'd rot and be stolen overnight. A real man needs to get it to protect such a little brother like you."
Fueled by anger and now a new found desire to actually win, the male stormed over to grab his bag before turning to Tensho, hand holding his minipet.
"What 'bout you, hm? Are you scared, little bro?"
God dammit this sucked.
ѺѺѺѺ "Sato, Sato... Th'hell you goin' on about now?" Tenshoku laughed, albeit seething inside. He'd thought his brother knew how much he needed him. That ingrate! He took a step forward, white kitsune tail sweeping behind him as he lifted his chin, hands still in his pockets. "Since when can you take that kinda tone with me? Me, slow YOU down? You, protect ME? Let's see how far you can get wiithout little bro coverin' your fuzzy a**."
♬ His tail lashed as the older twin glowered at Tenshoku. His teeth grit, jaw making an audible grinding sound as he merely exchanged a horrific glare with his brother. He was not useless. Fine. Screw this guy, Chisato would be the one and win. He'd provide for the both of them. He would be the one to protect them.
Full of anger and betrayal, the male suddenly jerked past his brother, heading straight for the door. Sweeping the door open, he paused, hand resting on the edge. His head cocked to the side, ruby eyes locking with his brothers.
"I'll show you and dad." He hissed before leaving the house and heading for.... well... he didn't know. Anywhere. He'd do this alone, for once. Even if deep down inside he was terrified.
'I need him. I can't do this alone...'
Well. He'd have to! He was a man! He was the older brother! This was his job. Now.... how did one actually do a job?
ѺѺѺѺ The malicious glare faded from Tenshoku's eyes as they locked with his brother's. Instead they flew open in surprise. Is he really leaving? Harvesting fear all forgotten, he stared in frozen shock at the empty doorway after his brother left. A minute passed trying to comprehend what had just happened. This isn't what he'd wanted. The silence left by Chisato's departure became increasingly unbearable. Finally, the kitsune snapped out of it. He grabbed his hair on top of his head, bunching it up into fists. "Arrrgh! You idiot!" He screamed, reprimanding himself. With that he dashed out of the room, leaving everything behind- bags, minipets, none of it mattered.
Wherever Chisato was now, it couldn't be far. A window was open in the corridor- Tenshoku leapt into the frame and leapt out of it as a shifting flash of red light, having returned to his natural form. Tiny round-framed glasses laid on the bridge of the small white kitsune's muzzle, and a strange mane whipped behind it, split into two almost like a second, longer pair of ears. "Sato!" He cried, looking for his brother "Sato wait! I was lying! Come back!" He hadn't yet been able to catch onto a trail yet. How long would he be gone before he could fix this misunderstanding? Tears beaded on the corners of the white kitsune's eyes. "I shouldn't a tried to trick you. You're the only one I have..." he voiced, racing through the brush.
♬ Where the hell was he going, anyway? Chisato wandered down the street, cooing gently as his minipet curled into his neck. For the first time he was truly alone. Sure, he had Amy, but she wasn't Tenshoku. Now, even just only having been out of the house for two whole minutes, he felt incredibly alone and afraid. What if that was the last thing he ever would say to Tensho? What if his brother never would forgive him? Hell.... what if he couldn't forgive Tensho?
What if they never saw each other again?
It wasn't worth it! That house, the money, all of it didn't compare to the bond he had with his lifelong best friend -- Tenshoku. His hands trembled as he suddenly stood, eyes brimming with rare tears. He couldn't go back... he had said so many things. So many stupid things...
"Sato!"
Tail wagging like a spoiled puppy, he whipped around, clearly hearing his brother and yet.... no... where was he?
Oh.
Oh there he was
Without thinking, he shifted into his kitsune form. The black kitsune lunged right at his brother, colliding. The male immediately climbed ontop of his brother.
"So you aren't ditchin' me for the money and the house?"
ѺѺѺѺ Tenshoku burst into the street to find his desperate search at an end. "Sato!" He cried again as his brother bowled him over, two kitsunes colliding like squeaky cushions. The younger twin drew a sniff with his now runny nose, looking at his brother through eyes brimming with tears. "F' course not, you idiot! I was only trying to- to scare you- but it was the stupidest thing I ever did and I'm sorry! I'm sorry, so please don't leave me!" He pleaded.
♬ Chisato blinked, wiggling off his brother and tilting his head in confusion. Scare him? Why? Tail curling around his form, the kitsune tilted his head to the other side now.
"Wait. Why were you tryin' to scare me?"
No one ever said Chisato was clever.
ѺѺѺѺ Tenshoku rolled back onto his paws, glasses sliding down his noggin with the motion. Wait. Sato. Don't tell me you still don't get it? For a moment, he dripped with disbelief. "...the FEAR pops wanted us to make. Bro, didja already forget how th'whole mess began?"
♬ An ear flicked, eyes widening with alarm. Tensho was using him for the FEAR? His tail flicked in agitation, a low rumble escaping his chest. What a brat!
"Wow, d**k move." Then again.... was his any better? He has also acted out, basically ditching his brother. They both had been in the wrong, and even he was mature enough to admit it. "Well... hrm. I'm sorry, okay? I was a jerk. I just wanted to take care of you too... But I can't do it without." Heh. Talk about cheesy.
ѺѺѺѺ The white kitsune looked down to the side, ears flattened against his head with guilt as he muttered a response. "I just thought... we'd quickly settle the matter, nomsayin'? We'd jus' split the inheritance as we were s'posed to, an' you wouldn't have to face any struggles with bein' kicked out an' all." His brother was right, of course. If had been a d**k way to do it. Chisato's apology he came unprepared for, and he sure as hell didn't deserve that admission, either. But relief coursed through him. Cheese or not, the twins just wanted to look after each other, as always.
"Aaah, forget it!" Tenshoku declared, throwing a kitsune arm across his brother's fuzzy shoulders to conspire with him as they often have. "This is all that geezer's fault, anyways! I'd say screw the inheritance s'long as we've got each other, but I just don't wanna let him die in peace after all th's**t we put up with, nomsayin'? So we've gotta have a better plan than t'bum it out. Whaddaya say, Sato?"
♬ Rubbing the back of his head with a paw, the male sighed after his brother finished talking. Tensho was the smart one, and that was a smart plan. Not the best, seeing as the situation they were in, but if Chisato wasn't... well, himself then it probably would have worked. Tapping his chin, his grin suddenly widened.
"The old b*****d wants to divide us. How 'bout we go hard core for that inheritance. We'll support each other, gather that FEAR, then break the old mans heart when we win the inheritance together. That disappointment should be enough to kill him!"
ѺѺѺѺ Ki hi hi went the sinister laugh as Tenshoku's tail waved from side to side. "As usual, I like th'way you think, Sato. Somethin' came to mind as you were speakin', just now... If we're to learn t'gather some prize-worthy FEAR, I think I know just th'place. You've heard of it- Amityville Academy, th'vilest haven o' potential victims in all o' Halloween." He waved his other paw as if gesturing at some distant horizon.
He then looked back at Chisato with a sharp-toothed grin to seal the deal with a personal tagline tradition of theirs.
"Contract?"
♬ "Contract~"
Minipets username: yushika (Yushika) / Mythee (Mythee)
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2014 4:51 am
Solo or duet mode: d-d-d-duel duet!
Name of character #1 and who rps it: Furdinand von Furocity played by troll toll
Name of character #2 and who rps it: Stefurn von Furocity played by The Semblance of Unity
Number of characters you own: 0 - the semblance of unity | 1 - troll toll
PROMPT HERE:
Their grandfather's words irked the white-suited fox and he growled under his breath. Stefurn usually tuned that raspy voice out, but he knew his brother could not. He shot a glance at Furdinand, noting the slight tremble racking his slim body. The little foxling was quick to emotion, whether it be good or bad and Stefurn always worried about his weak nature. Sliding one large hand down, Stefurn stroked his brother's delicate wrist in small circles, the small motion comfurting the easily upset fox. Furdinand's skin was like porcelain, fine and translucent over the pale blue veins in his wrist. Locking eyes with Furdinand, Stefurn dragged the crescent moon of his nail over the younger foxling's skin. If the foxling couldn't stand their grandfather's harsh words, Stefurn would simply give him something else to focus on. Furdinand felt his cheeks warm as he shyly raised his face to his brother's. Stefurn was smiling, that dark, commanding smile that made Furdinand go weak at the knees. Furdinand's wrist shivered lightly in Stefurn's hand like a trapped dove. Underneath glinting glasses, the white fox's near-feral smile widened as Furdinand turned away, back to the head of their family. Stefurn clucked his tongue at the boy's back, wanting nothing more than to hide Furdinand away from the world.
"Murr," Furdinand said, his pink eyes bright with concern. "B-but Grandfather-s-sempai..." He didn't care one whit fur their inheritance, but Grandfather-sempai's words cut his tender soul like knives. All he wanted to do was go up and throw himself over the crotchety old man and beg him not to make them leave. Furdinand couldn't handle death, couldn't handle sorrow or goodbyes. His crystalline pink eyes glittered under lowered lashes, engorged with unshed tears. He couldn't still a tiny 'yerf' of sadness as the stark truth thrust into him. At his sound of distress, Stefurn stepped closer to his brother, as if he could shield him from the evils of the world. His brother was the most important fox in his life and Stefurn's sharp teeth would take anyone who harmed the boy. "Grandfather-dono," he intoned, voice controlled but still like liquid honey. Stefurn's voice was made for ruling; Furdinand believed that with all his heart. "You are upsetting Furdinand." He turned his gaze to the maid as she poured Grandfather more brandy, the hot pink of his eyes hard and disapproving. With one elegant hand, he pushed up the bridge of his glasses, opening his mouth once more. But their grandfather was beyond words, caught up in a tale of dramatic woe. There was no point in further conversation.
"Tch." Grimacing, Stefurn shook his head and tugged furmly on Furdinand's wrist as he guided the innocent young fox lad down the hall and away from their cruel Grandfather. Furdinand followed obediently, his pearl-pink eyes modestly lowered as he sashayed along. His ears and tail were drooping with grief, but he tried to lift them as he walked. He knew Stefurn liked his plushy tail to be raised and happy for him. And although Furdinand was heartbroken by their grandfather, but he would do anything fur his dearest brother. Stefurn was his strength, his rock, his knight in shining armor. Stefurn was the sempai of his heart, just as Furdinand was Stefurn's whole world. They walked slowly, Stefurn's keen mind clearly hard at work. All too soon, the butler caught up with the escaping pair, his no-nonsense hands ushering the two bothers into their shared room. It was nice, the maids had whispered behind raised paws, that they two brothers were so very close.
Instead of packing as commanded, Stefurn sat down on their bed, crossing one suited leg over the other. The will would go to one or the other, not both. Gazing at the opulent furnishings, he patted the bed next to him. Obediently, Furdinand crawled over to his brother, hands making lasting indents on the memory foam mattress. "Stefurn," Furdinand said hesitantly, darting a peek up at Stefurn's strong and noble jaw. "W-what do you think they meant? About Fear?" The succulent little foxmorsel shivered, nuzzling into the white-suited fox's side. He didn't like fear, didn't like frightening things. Just the word Fear made him instinctively seek out the warm and unyielding comfurt of Stefurn's solidly muscled body. "Don't worry, brother of my fur, I'll always take care of you." Stefurn smiled warmly at his trembling brother. Suddenly, the room suddenly seemed too small, too silent for the fox brothers. The air was heavy and moist between them, clotted with the unknown future. Sighing, Stefurn set his glasses on the table nearby. The small click echoed like gunshots. Startled, Furdinand raised his pale, moon-like face, and their pink eyes met, one scared, one confident. Stefurn smiled softly at the shivering foxling boy. Tilting Furdinand's chin up, he stared into those familiar sakura eyes. There wasn't anything he wouldn't do fur his brother. Anything.
Minipets username: troll toll = Seajay & The Semblance of Unity does not have an account
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2014 12:11 pm
Solo or duet mode: Solo
Name of character #1 and who rps it: Edric Ryosei (could change)
Name of character #2 and who rps it: N/A
Number of characters you own: 1
PROMPT HERE:
"Young Master, please, heed your father's words. You must leave or you will have nothing! Your father doesn't mix his words, we both know that and, if he is passing, his will remain as is and you and your brother will get nothing," The young woman spoke, hurriedly staying behind the young boil as he moved down the rugged corridor, hands in his pocket. He did not appear to give a care in the world, a stoic smile on his face, one could even hear a hum emitting from him. The maid was frantic, sweating and jerking glances over her shoulder to see if the butler, hadn't followed them. She was Edric's personal attendant, who followed and did everything for him on the boil's whim. Now that he was being kicked out, it was her duty that he was whole-fully prepared for the outside world and everything with it. "I implore you-"
"Implore me? Why, that is what you should do, is it not? You are my servant and, I, your master. In fact, you shouldn't be speaking and, lest you wish punishment, you silence yourself curt sweet. Now, about the matter of my father, you may have fallen for his tricks, but I will not. Oh ho, no no no~" The boil sang as he pushed his bedroom chamber doors open to reveal an early Victorian decorated room that utilized whites and gold trimmed. Being the brother that preferred dark clothing, it was a wonder that his room was laid out in such bright hues. The dragon kit, Selvala, raised it's small head from the puffy comfort of the bed, bounding off the mattress and toward her master's arms. "He is fooling you and everyone, theatrical and woefully done. A blind man could see through the ruse. However, if he is determined to see this through then so be it. I shall play his game and win his favor for the will. It isn't like my brother will put up much of a fight to me." Edric gave a smile as he ran his fingers through the minipet's fur, purring as it leaned into its master's touch.
The maid kept her gaze down, but she continued to fidget. She was certainly concerned that the young master was not taking this seriously. She had helped raise him since he was young and, thus, knew he was not prepared for the world outside the manor nor the reality of the situation. She was almost certain he knew nothing of FEAR, let alone what it was. He never had to deal with that sort of thing. Sheltered boil and all. She'd suspect his brother was better off and likely to win the father's favor if this one did not care to try. "Master Edric, if you plan to do this, I must recommend Amityville. It is said to be the best places to learn how to develop one's FEAR and I-"
"You are correct and I had already thought of that. I am more concerned that you hadn't already started packing my things. Here we are, wasting time chattering when my things sit still in their proper places rather than the places they should be." Edric waved her off as he held the dragonkit in his hands, hoisting her up to eye level. She gave a wide yawn and a blink of an eye which made the young master smile as well. "While you are at it, set my a cup of tea, watching my father's dramatics has made me thirst."
The woman moved throughout the room quickly packing away clothes neatly into suitcases that matched the room itself. One suitcase for his shirts, jackets, and tops. One suitcase for his pants. One suitcase for his socks, undergarments, and towels. One suitcase for his shoes. Another for the necessities and toiletries. And three other for miscellaneous things. The maid sighed as she returned to refill his tea for the third time which he prompted got up to seat among his, now, put-away things. Crossing his legs and cup in hand, he gave a cheshire smile to his maid. "Ready the travels, I am going to Amityville."
Minipets username: PhiferWolf
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2014 5:41 pm
Solo or duet mode: Duet
Name of character #1 and who rps it: Miko Uzumi, played by Niyaru Delacroix
Name of character #2 and who rps it: Mizori Uzumi, played by dark_iced_angel
Number of characters you own:
Niyaru Delacroix:: 0
dark_iced_angel:: 0
PROMPT HERE:
Twins, Identical twins. If it wasn't for their clothing no one would be able to tell them apart. Miko chose to wear his own style of black and white clothing while Mizori wore white and black formal attire. The two boys have always shared a certain bond from the day they were born. The trouble makers were always up to no good and having riches didn't help their situation at all. Their father being vastly wealthy with a large home and acres of land. Both had spare time on their hands and too clever for their own good. At the small age of seven, tutors became unnecessary, Miko and Mizori became restless. They desperately needed something to do so they spent all their time finding new ways to play tricks on the staff. The female maids were always their first choice, with the butler being an impossible catch for the twins and the women were easy.
It started off as just harmless fun, but as the maids started to figure out their little tricks, it only made Miko angry.
Seething anger built up in Miko until one day he decided to get revenge on the maid that figured out his tricks.
He set up a room with a trap to injure her but his his plan didn't go accordingly.
The maid stepped into the room and began cleaning, the way she does every day like clock work. Though when she came to do the bed, the moment she lifted up the mattress to place the new fitted sheet, a sting wire was pulled. She stood there looking at it and shook her head. “Not again Master Miko.” She followed the wire over to the closet door and pulled it open with caution. She was expecting a paint bucket or something of the sort to come out as a greeting, though when nothing did, she stepped back with confusion wondering what the trick was supposed to be and where it was waiting. Just as she was about to give up and go back to finish the bed, she spotted the wire leading from under the closet door to the underside of the mattress.
The waitress untied the wire from the door and dismissed it as a unset prank. Thinking it was safe, she walked back to the bed to undo the wire underneath of the mattress. That was when things went wrong for her because when she got down on her hands and knees, she saw three blades a few inches from her face. She gasped in disbelief and tried to hurriedly move away from the bed but in doing so she had let go of the wire. She outstretched her arm and tried to grab the wire with her hand before the blades released but it was too late. Within seconds of watching the wire coil away from her like a snake, the blades pierced into her arm and side. The screams of the maid could be heard all over the house while Miko and Mizori stood down the hall, Miko laughing his head off at the maid's pain and misery.
The twins went to check on the maid and found her lying in her own blood. Miko got really close to her and whispered into her ear.
Miko changed into something darker when blood becomes involved. Every piece of sanity he has held onto through his life leaves him and gives way to insanity in its purest form.
“How did it feel when the silver cut into your skin?"
He really didn’t expect the maid to answer him but he hoped that maybe one day he might find out how it feels for someone else. Having experienced it himself by doing it almost on a day to day basis just to ease his anxiety, it felt different to him. When he was torturing someone, he felt a certain electric spark build inside him and in the room. It gave him more energy to keep going and gave him a buzz that lasted for days.
Mizori: “Oh it actually hit her. Nice.. But brother, she is bleeding heavily.”
Miko?: “I bet she feels better brother, having lost that much blood.” He removed one of the blades from her side rather slowly and then licked the blood from the blade.
Mizori: “She is dying. But slowly. We should really just…”
Miko: “We should just what? Tell you what since I hurt her why don’t you kill her?"
Mizori: Looked at his brother “You want me to injure her more?”
Miko: “Or maybe she should just slowly die and suffer longer, I like that option better. “ He bent down again to withdraw another blade slowly from her side and licked the blade clean.
The maid cries out in agony and frustration as the blades are removed. She pulled the one from her arm and holds her wound with her free hand. She rolls onto her back gently and glares at he boys with hatred in her eyes.
“YOUR EVIL CHILDREN, evil. Devil spawn, devil spawn that should be punished."
She cursed at both of them because she had no idea who really did it to her. She had a good idea but couldn't be certain so she wanted to damn them both.
Miko holds both blades and offers them to his brother before noticing that the maid had the third one. He grins at her and snatches it from her hands. Miko offers it to Mizori after licking the blood from the third blade as well, he felt unsatisfied if the blades were dirty with blood.
Miko: “I don’t know why you have so much hatred since you are just a dispensable toy that we get to play with as much as we want. I mean you are only going to get replaced with another maid tomorrow. Though I do hope you had a good life...maybe." He grinned down at her and then looked back at his brother with a sparkle in his eyes. He was really enjoying the smell of the blood and the feel in the room. It almost came alive with the electricity he was feeling in it.
"Well what should we do brotheri? Let her suffer or kill her and end her misery?“ He moves in to whisper in his ear from behind. “Or maybe you will do the good thing here and go tell someone she needs help. Are you considering going to tell on me, expose me? They might just lock me away you know. I might forgive you if its you who tells on me. Though if you tell then by all right, I’m allowed to cut her into pieces and hide her body on the grounds. Because you know I have to protect myself if you won’t protect me." He said the words to his brother with a sinister smile but continued to lick the blood not only on the blades but on his skin as well. He seemed to like the taste of blood for some reason, he really couldn’t get enough of the smell or taste.
Mizori could tell his brother enjoyed this, he loved to watch her squirm and struggle. But what he said was right, he is all he has and if he were without his brother who would he turn to for company? Being alone wasn't something he ever wanted and he loved his older brother. He didn't want to watch if he cut her up, it would be torture in it’s purest form because she was still alive. She desperately struggling for her life as they spoke though she was just going to die anyways. Mori considered himself to be a rather Passionate person, Kind and maybe a little gentle. However it would seem his darker nature swelling up inside of him enjoyed the fact his brother could be so free and wild about it, slashing away without really a care. Mori Felt bad for her but on the other side he felt… sort of… at home with it all, the smell of blood didn't bother him, infact he found it rather Pleasant.
If his brother was going to be this way from now on. He could spare the people he tortured by ending them before he had a chance to lay into them, Or was it just that little bit deeper? why should his brother get all the fun?.
Miko "Time isn't on our side Mizzi, others will come soon." Miko took one of the blades from his brother then crouched down beside the maid. Wearing a blood thirsty grin, he started to slash her leg, swinging the blade just watching her blood fly through the air. The sounds of her hissing and screaming with agony and pain was almost like music to his ears.
They learned all of their subjects and then moved on to the books in the library. It was how they gained knowledge on making traps and they were learning rather fast in the two years they had been studying the trap books. Being nine years old, they had moved from not being able to do anything to having a maid pinned to the floor with pain at their feet.
Mizori: Takes one of the blades from Miko, holding it firmly. The tang was heavy and the blade matched the weight of the tang. He had read all about swordsmanship. It felt right it felt natural.
Miko: He turned with a scowl and cleaned his blade with his tongue “What’s wrong?” Tilting his head with the grin coming back as the blade becomes clean again.
Mizori: “Your my brother Miko. I will follow you.. Any where” He slashed her face quicker than swatting a fly “If that means harming her, or any other. I will do it. “ His eyes were cold as if they were cutting off half of who he was, his hair hung over his glasses for a brief moment, and then a grin spread over his face, lifting his head like he had awaken from a long slumber.
Miko: “Do you feel it?!” He had a large and hopeful grin on his face. “What does it feel like brother?! Does it feel incredible?” He put his arm around him and placed his head to mizzi’s . “We will always stay together.“
Mizori: “Together” He stabs her in the heart, with a grin as wide as the horizon and a gleam in his eye they want to make her suffer that much more, however he didn't want to lose himself completely. “We need to frame someone” He slowly started returning to his old self, the hunger to slash away at the dead maid was fading, her body growing colder with each passing moment.
Miko: “I can’t believe you killed her! I’m so proud of you Mizzi!” He was beyond happy that his brother had killed the maid and was feeling what it was that he felt all the time.
The Uzumi Twins. Known by others as this name, their true nature finally revealed. They hid the body of the maid they slaughtered at the age of nine. They framed her boyfriend who was also on staff at the time and buried her in one of the gardens. About eight years later they had continued their rampage, sometimes framing others, claiming it was an accident ‘especially in the kitchen scenes’. But it wasn't long before their father noticed what they were.
Soon their father became ill, with the boys at seventeen, they showed no remorse for the people they had killed. The sheer number would turn your head. Their father lay on his death bed, Miko and Mizori were summoned to their father’s chamber.
A chest rattling cough woke him from his slumber and the nightmare of his boys slaughtering all of his help. The only thing is, it wasn’t a nightmare, the man was recalling their history and actions of when they were around ten years old. He grimaced and then called a butler in to bring the twins back into his room for them to report in. As soon as they arrived and were beside his bed he had to speak what was on his mind.
"There comes a time," your old man wheezes, lying in his deathbed on the table, not because he was actually dying, but perhaps because he was dramatically dying, "when you must take over the family name. Our family name. You kids these days, just slacking off, making your father ashamed of you, you don't even do the homework, if I didn't know better I would-"
- He breaks off into dramatic coughs as one of the house maids pours him some Skull Brandy. "I would kick you both out. Kids these days, slacking off, making your father ashamed of you." He takes another sip and then strokes his long white beard that is trailing on the ground, tied up into a braid at the very end. "So that's that. Out you both go. Out. I want you to discover the world for yourself. I'm tired of pampering the both of you I mean look at your - is that blood on your suits - we talked about cleanliness, also do something about those suits, if only your mom was here she would be so ashamed..."
He basically told the twins that they were slacking off and he was kicking them out to discover the world for themselves. He no longer intended on pampering them or see them destroy anything or anyone else under his roof. While he continued to ramble, they saw an opportunity for a quick escape and took it. Their reward was being caught by the butler.
"I'll see to your packing, young masters," says the butler, a tall morose sort of raven demon. "I hope you do behave. Oh, and one more thing." He pulls out a long officious form. "Your father has modified his will. He says until the two of you discover how to discover true Fear he is taking you both off the will. The first person who manages to harvest a phenomenal Fear will also inherit your father's entire will instead of half." There was a long pause and a snap as he rolled up the will. "Good day."
Mizori a little shocked that his father after all this time would go to such measures, though he understands why. His main concern now was for miko, for without the family fortune backing them all Miko couldn't get out of all the things that he … or should he say they have been getting up to. It was time Mizori stepped in, it was a while ago that he stumbled upon a pamphlet, “Amityville Academy”, it was a school for all sorts of creatures and beings. This… was the only place he could think of that would possibly take in two trouble makers and killers. Not only that but maybe this could be a good opportunity to … hold back, hmm no to restrain Miko from killing any more people for a while.
He hadn’t read the whole thing and while the butler was packing their stuff, Mizori headed to the library one last time to find the pamphlet to see if there were sign up sheets in it. Without a roof over their heads what were they to do? Where were they to go? Opening the doors he tumbled around for the pamphlet. “Ah here it is. “Amityville academy. Hmm looks good. I… probably shouldn’t tell Miko about it until we have been accepted.” He filled in the forms and sent them off before heading back to his prepacked room. Looking at it all bare he couldn't help but feel sad, and yet there was nothing he really wanted to take with him. Except.. Yes his loyal companion wonderpark cerberus.
Miko was really disappointed in his father because he was throwing them out of his home, out of their home. He wouldn’t have access to his play things anymore, though father had warned him numerous times to stop and behave better. There were numerous times where he was told that the blood was a problem but he had ignored it all and continued with his fun. He didn’t care about finding true fear, he thought he captured it all the times he was torturing the help. If that wasn’t what true fear was then was there something out there greater? He was almost excited instead of disappointed by the thought of something greater existing out there for him to experience. As he had watched Mizori leave the room and wander off to do only who knows what, he pondered what he could do or what he should take with him. It hit him that he couldn’t leave his one true friend behind, it had probably been through a lot before he found him just by appearance. He cherished his Rotsune Patchwork companion that stood by his side. He couldn’t possibly leave it behind. Everything else he had in his room could be left behind since they had been stained with blood. It would be okay with him to get new things because he would just paint them with blood again too. It made him feel at ease and almost happy to be able to see it and smell it in his room. He ran to his room and grabbed his furry green and sickly looking companion and then went back out to meet his brother, completely ready to leave all of it behind.
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Niyaru Delacroix:: HarukaHaru
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2014 8:07 pm
Solo or duet mode: Duet
Name of character #1 and who rps it: Shiro (Grymoire)
Name of character #2 and who rps it: Kuro (Skye Starrfyre)
Number of characters you own:
Grymoire: 1
Skye Starrfyre: 3
PROMPT HERE:
Somewhere between ‘mother’ and ‘ashamed’ his ears had clicked off and he’d stopped listening. It had become a rather useful (and necessary) survival device when dealing with their Father as of late. He didn’t know why the old bat was even bothering with this whole charade and, truth told, he didn’t care if he actually did drop dead from his over-dramatics after having to listen to them constantly. Even worse when he was going on about things he knew nothing of. The ‘feud’ between he and his brother for one. How dare he think he knows anything.
Biting his lip and spinning on one heel he stalked out of the room while Father wasn’t paying attention and started seething the moment the door clicked shut behind he and his twin. “Does he even remember Mother? How she liked it when we were proper terrors. Or is that all part of the ...not now, having a moment.” He tried to glare away the butler that appeared, his least and Father’s most favorite but the raven ignored him completely and revealed that Father had, in fact, gone completely mental. “....he is taking you both off the will”
As the raven retreated he could feel his cheeks reddening until the proverbial kettle blew. “WHAT?!?” Somewhere across the manor a few maids ducked behind curtains hoping he was a lot further away than he sounded.
“Does that b*****d think, just oh shoo and out of the house with you, haha now you have to do what I want, like ******** that’s happening, write us out of the will, la-de-da find ‘true fear’, tell me i’m going to kill you because he wants it, he’s just trying to make our game his and pretend he thought of it first, ha, and the nerve of sending that damn feather head. I could just oooooooooooo….” His eyes narrowed and his ears flattened to the sides as he growled. If only he could just go back in there and stuff one of those overly pompous feather pillows in the bastards mouth and let him choke on it.
“Now, now… He hasn’t told you that you have to kill me because it’s something he wishes,” he removed his glasses after unbuttoning his jacket so that he could retrieve a handkerchief from the pocket of his vest, making certain that it was clean before polishing his lenses, “he’s telling you to go out and explore the world and find true FEAR. Whatever that means.” He rolled his eyes, completely ignoring the butler as he tucked the kerchief away, setting his glasses back on his nose.
“Instead of viewing this as a travesty perhaps we should consider the brighter side? It means that we get to… Broaden our horizons; I suppose that’s one way you could look at it. Expand our arsenal? Aha! I know.” He turned, one finger up to signal that he’d just had a most brilliant revelation of sorts. “It is a chance for us, you and I, to test out our skills on a new game board. We’ve been playing on this same, small board since we were children… To the point where there isn’t much that we can do to surprise one another. Just imagine what we could do elsewhere? The traps we could set, the puzzles, the adventure. We might even be able to collect a couple of contracts to draw a few others into our game. Wouldn’t that be grand?”
He made his way over to the closed that contained his wardrobe, dragging a trunk out so that he could flip it open and begin stashing a few necessities away. “Think of it as being to your advantage, our advantage, dear brother. It’s just a matter of finding out where we should go first.” A grin worked its way across the features of his face. “Besides. It’s not like I wouldn’t let you live in my manor anyways once I discover this FEAR that Father is talking about.”
His glare remained fixed on a space somewhere between his eyes and his brothers back as he followed after his twin, muttering curses under his breath the whole time.
He’d heard most of what his twin had said and the idea of getting to play their game elsewhere was, actually, rather nice. Ever since he broke his brothers nose with the rather good trap in the bathroom he’d been out of idea’s that he hadn’t tried at least once. Not that he’d admit that out loud but there it was. But that last bit? That was going to far
“Your manor? Ha.” His ears straightened up slightly as he flopped onto the chaise lounge, wiping a bit of blood of his hands onto one of the pillows. “Father is talking out of his a** and you know as well as I do that it will be my manor in the end. I’ll still give you the north wing though. It has that stupid library-ballroom thing you like.” He watched his brother packing, figuring he could deal with his own eventually, before an idea popped into his head.
“Whether this will broaden our horizons or give us more exciting places to play our game this is still a travesty. You do remember that we’ve never been outside this house, yes? What am I supposed to do when you do something stupid and off yourself? I’d be lonely and bored for the rest of eternity. Dont’ forget to pack your feather lined jacket. If it gets cold and you don't have that you’ll get prissy at me.”
Minipets username: grymoire / kesyx
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2014 12:24 am
Solo or duet mode: Singin' a Duet!! Name of character #1 and who rps it: Zenko Akumu is the BLACK kitsune played by XBlind-DarknessX Name of character #2 and who rps it: Yako Akumu is the WHITE kitsune played by Thalea Number of characters you own: 0 PROMPT HERE: Zenko - Black Kitsune The words fell like stones upon his heart as he watched his father’s melodrama unfold before him and he soon found himself focused upon his shoes; studying them as though one of the scuff marks held the key to putting a stop to all of this. It was at the time that his father mentioned the blood they were covered in that his eyes slid to the stain on the side of his foot. Thoughts of events that had taken place earlier in the day began to bloom in his mind as he recalled stumbling upon Yako haphazardly mutilating the chickens owned by one of the grounds keepers, a man who had fowl in his bloodline and would undoubtedly be distressed at the loss. He had attempted to shift his brother’s focus, to make him leave the birds alone but he received a bloody mess being tossed at him and a comment about his weak tendencies in place of respect or acknowledgement. Still he would not tell his father of this for he would never rat out one he thought so highly of, instead he would bow his head and accept the scolding he knew they deserved. Despite the slight annoyance he felt toward his father’s theatrics he couldn’t help but to feel a sting at his words. Neither he nor Yako were perfect, but he had spent much time developing the nightmare weaving skills that the Akuma family was renowned for and Yako surpassed him in nearly everything else; nightmare weaving aside. At this point he felt that their father was simply attempting to think of an excuse to send them away, something that he could not begin to understand. Their father had always been fond of games and trickery, as was the nature of a Kitsune, so there had to be some hidden motive for his sudden urge to exile his heirs. Amidst the hurt and confusion his eyes found his brother’s as he cast a perplexed look upon the face that mirrored his own. Though the light playing off of Yako’s glasses concealed his eyes Zenko could still see that the news had perturbed him. His hand fell short of its destination as he reached for his brother’s shoulder only to be met with the sight of him taking advantage of the hesitation in their father’s speech to make a quick exit. The yowls of displeasure from the elderly Kitsune fell on deaf ears as he followed his brother’s lead, intent on lending comfort as needed and perhaps receiving some. But that moment of brotherly affection was not to be born as they were brought up short by the odious butler who seemed to be taking much more pleasure in this than was proper as he recited the amendments to their father’s will. It was as though a thick fog parted and allowed for someone to finally read the words on a long forgotten headstone tucked away in the cemetery. The motive behind his father’s speech was finally made clear. It was a game. He was forcing his twin sons to compete with one another for not only their material possessions, but the only world they had ever known. A game. Snipping a sardonic ‘Thank you’ through clenched fangs Zenko turned away and headed toward the lush garden to one side of the estate. His footsteps echoed throughout the familiar corridors and he found himself gazing up at paintings he hadn’t spent much time observing, and the various sculptures he used to hang off of as a kit and he allowed the realization of loss to sink in. Only, it didn’t. Sure he had spent all of his formative years running around this place, but as his fingers slid across the surface of an intricately painted vase he realized there was nothing new. All of these items had loomed over him as a kit just as they did now, never changing and never inspiring within him a sense of excitement or attachment. Pushing open the heavy mahogany door leading out into the fragrant air of the garden he discovered something about himself. This place was his home and it held plenty of memories, but it would not devastate him should he lose it. His scarlet eyes peered out into the distance; past the hedges lining the garden, past the trees blocking the estate from prying eyes, all the way to the hazy world beyond. There was more to life than being pampered and indulged; there was adventure and new experiences to be had. Excitement soon replaced the prior devastation and a mischievous smile lit his features. “Discover the world.” He murmured.
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With a soft yet resounding knock Zenko entered his brother’s room, watching as Yako packed with a fervor that matched his own. “You okay?” He enquired, still wanting to get his brother’s take on the occurrences of the day. Picking up a spare pair of glasses his brother kept on a bookshelf Zenko carried them over and gently set them in Yako’s suitcase. “Together you and I can do anything Yako, you know that. We will figure this out somehow!” Yes he would still go out, attend school to become the best that he could be, and collect fear so as to uphold the family name and put his skills to the test, but as far as the estate went no matter the outcome it would go to his brother. Yako was the eldest and most deserving, there was no way he would intrude upon his brother’s birthright; he respected him more than that. He may have been the younger of the two, but that did not stop him from wanting to protect his twin, his other half. Little did he know of his brothers true intentions and of the trials and tribulations to come that would shape his future and force him to grow up. Yako - White Kitsune There was a lull; silence filled the air as the words of the senile old man sunk in. This was not one of the worse things that father had done in the past. His deplorable brother looked at him, as if he wanted some sort of comfort. As the black kitsune reached out toward him, the white kitsune turned his back, trying to escape the drama before him. Just as he began to turn away to enter the corridor leading to his room, Nox, the butler appeared to read the will. Well, well… what a fascinating turn of events, annoying as hell, but fascinating just the same. He could now become the sole beneficiary of the estate; he would no longer need to play nice with Zenko as he secretly plotted his “accidental” death. That would come later, for it was no longer a pressing matter, but it was an entertaining one to contemplate. Yako pushed his glasses up on to the bridge of his nose with his index finger as he walked to his room. He could murder his father, but since the senile old fox had written both of his sons out of the will, it would only hinder Yako’s future plans. Although the plan was tempting and would pacify his rage, he placed it aside as he concentrated on his next plan of action. It was sudden this announcement, and this removal from the estate, but it needed to be done. The white kitsune had been planning for months on leaving the Akumu estate in order to acquire more skills and knowledge. His gloved hand twisted the golden nob of the door that lead to his room before he was disowned. It was an immaculate space; everything was in order and nothing strayed from where it belonged. A trunk lay across his gran ornate bed, it was already partially packed. Nox, the lazy beast had only done a minimal amount for he knew it would annoy the meticulous and orderly Yako. Quietly he began to open his drawers and place his belongings into the trunk ceremoniously. He smoothed out each folded suit and separated his shoes from the clothing to prevent dirt from contaminating the white. Contamination… the thought made him look down at his blood covered suit, he wrinkled his nose in distaste, for he had made mess of his favorite suit. He had a fascination with blood, how it pooled and coagulated, how it ran warm and how when scared, it pumped rapidly through the heart. That was where he was before he was so rudely interrupted by Zenko bearing news of father’s summons. With his hands covered in blood from the chickens, the white kitsune reached for his brother and wiped the warm liquid upon the pristine black suit. The red was not as noticeable against the black as it was with the white he wore. It was beautiful, the patterns the blood splatter made, one could be lost in the art of it. Removing himself from his memories, the kitsune began pacing in his room. He had applied months ago to Amityville Academy and of course he received the acceptance letter. He is not one to fail, he excels at all he does except the crafting of nightmares. His brother, the runt, has the ability to weave powerful terrifying nightmares. Yako’s skill in this field is lacking, but he is able to scare the humans better than his brother, but yet his brother receives the praise and the adulation. Yako balled his hand into a fist; his black gloves prevented his nails from drawing blood from his palm. He would not let the worthless pup beat him, if his brother gets close to harvesting phenomenal fear, then Zenko will not live to see the next year. That thought brought a smile to the lips of Yako. Death and destruction, wonderful commodities to have at one’s finger tips. The knock removed the smile the kitsune previously bore; he turned to face the intruder. Is he okay? What kind of question was that? He was just written out of the will and removed from the home that rightfully belonged to him, all necessary things for his plan to prevail, so he was ecstatic but also peeved. He gave a noncommittal shrug, “I’m fine. Father sure knows how to stir things up, doesn’t he?” His eyes watched as his brother placed his glasses within the trunk, he was so careful, so caring. It made Yako sick. “Heh. I am sure it would piss off the old man if he knew we worked together to accomplish the components outlined in the will.” Yako had no intention of working with Zenko, but if it would help him to accomplish his overall goal, he would not hesitate to use his brother. Zenko was completely blind to the hatred that had been building inside his older brother and one day he would learn the harsh truth. Until then, Yako would bide his time and continue to use his brother. All was going according to plan. Neither of us have an account XD -- Newb... Count me in for the free custom character raffle? 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