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LucaRominov

PostPosted: Fri Aug 23, 2024 6:44 pm


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The Swordsman shot a confident and victorious smirk towards the dragon and simply tapped his finger on his own shot glass to indicate that the Mephitis needed to do less complaining and more drinking. “Uh huh, I bet.” Zenith returned with a calm yet sarcastic tone that teased the dragoness with false agreement. Of course, his intentions weren’t malicious at all, quite the opposite actually. He needed to set the tone for this harmless game and make it as inclusive as possible…only then could he really ensure everyone could collectively enjoy the amassing shenanigans and forget anything prior that was remotely tense or uncomfortable. Except…he really couldn’t.

After noticing his early shock, Zen had brandished a decently convincing facade…creating the illusion that he was now fully absorbed in the moment…but in all honesty he was haunted by Aella’s expression after she caught his reaction. It was hard to gather the exact emotions behind her altered visage, but he was convinced of one thing: that it was intentional. Why? Why was she like that? What had he done to deserve it? It hadn’t been the first time she had deliberately cut him down with her words, knowing quite well where he was the most vulnerable and taking full advantage of it. All he wanted was for this event to be ‘normal’...as far away from the ominous truths that he combatted…which is what Aella wanted, right? It left the man confused, wondering if she even cared anymore.

It made him feel…like he couldn’t even talk to her anymore. When he tried to explain to her how he felt, she verbally struck back at him. When he wanted to encourage her to rebuild her bond with the dragon who had hurt him so much in the past, she had spat venom in his face…and then there was now. Was he missing something? Was he failing to account for some error that slipped his recollection? Again Zen had to catch himself before his mind could wander too long in those feelings for too long…just in time to catch mephitis shoot down the Devil’s brew. “Oh Shi*, you ok?” Zenith managed, a warm grin appealing to the playful nature of the game. Still, his tone didn’t quite agree with his expression and actually sounded mildly concerned. Ok, maybe giving that to the dragon was a bad idea; he might have to switch out his drink at some point.

The dragon, however, informed everyone that he was ok and just needed to adapt to it as the others shot back their mortal alcohol. After that, the counter attacks flew without remorse. Zen nodded as his lips pinched into a flat line as he took his sake and brought it up, shooting it back swiftly as the dragon weaponized his privilege against the other. “Alright Ms. Daisy, good one,” Zenith teased, “I would say you should learn how to drive, but I feel most of the argument falls flat on someone who can fly.”

Aella’s turn came swiftly after, and it again captured everyone else aside from her in the game. Zen blew out a little bit of air as he began to wonder just how tolerant this new body of his was with alcohol. Two fingers down, and another shot of burning liquor to his lips. Gently, the swordsman set the shot glass down…trying to keep his composure, but the fact that he had to turn his face slightly to the side and exhale deeply into a closed fist made it clear that consecutive shots were becoming more and more difficult. A couple of coughs erupted from his throat due to the burning irritation down his throat. “I don’t know how long this game is gonna last at this rate,” the Sword saint admitted.

Shingen had the next turn, who roared confidently that he had never played a drinking game whilst Zenith was still pouring his next shot. This time, however, the ex assassin was not so quick to admit complete defeat. “Woah woah woah, I think you gotta drink to that one since you just played three rounds of one.” Without even taking the time to hear out the other man’s rebuttal, Zenith was already taking the sake and pouring it into his glass. “Uh huh, c’mon man. Cheers up and drink.” Zenith mused with a smile as he waited only momentarily for Shingen to consider the joint gesture before drinking the shot himself, this time slamming the shot glass more abruptly and pinching his eyes tightly closed as he did his best to tolerate the following burn. “I don’t think this new body of mine was built for drinking games…” the man admitted in a pained wheeze as the feeling of his throat constricting on itself gradually began to fade. Once the harsh sensation passed, the swordsman took a couple deep and calming breaths before looking up back to the rest of the table. “Okay, my turn right?...alright,” He glanced over at Shingen momentarily, “I’m going to give you a break on this one…”

After that little reassurance, Zen looked back to Mephitis and Aella. “Never have I ever worn women’s underwear.” After uttering his response, he shot the dragon a mischievous grin.



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𝕾𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖙 𝖍𝖆𝖘 𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖘𝖆𝖞, 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖗𝖊,
𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖓𝖊𝖊𝖉 𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖞 𝖕𝖚𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖙
𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖎𝖙 𝖇𝖊𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗 𝖎𝖓 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖒𝖞'𝖘 𝖊𝖆𝖗.
𝕬 𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌. 𝕬 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖈𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓.
𝕯𝖔 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝖎𝖙?
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PostPosted: Sun Aug 25, 2024 10:00 am


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                                              Mephitis was smiling with pure mischievous glee in that moment as he didn't just get one or even two people with his 'Never have I ever'. He got all three. Honestly, he didn't expect to actually get Zenith given the guy could teleport around most of the time. Wait, he could wear himself out depending on the distance of the leap right? Guess it was better to only use the ability for true emergencies rather than just whenever you wanted. Luckily, that limitation meant Mephitis got to relish the sweetest of victories right then. Being a big, rich dragon-boy wasn't so bad sometimes. Although, that winning smile would fade soon enough. The game wasn't over and now everyone had their chance to go. All of them were just as eager to cut down the rest as Mephitis.

                                              "Course you'd choose that." Mephitis grumbled out as he looked over at Aella. He didn't even try to object to that one after Zenith's Rengoku one. Everything was on the table and Mephitis understood that now. Still, it didn't make taking the shot any easier. The dragon scrunching up his face in again as he prepared himself mentally. He knocked it back and managed to only release a little puff of mana breath through his nose. His only body shivering before he focused on the game and Shingen's turn.

                                              "Wai', wha? Are we allowin'dat?" Out of all them, Shingen's felt so cheap. He was playing a drinking game RIGHT NOW. Would that count anymore based on how he worded it? If Mephitis had a clearer mind, he would have considered that Shingen could have just added 'before this one' and his turn would have counted. However, that pretty, blue-haired head was a little fuzzy right then. The dragon looked towards the others for approval instead and it looked like they were drinking. Giving in to peer pressure, Mephitis started to pour his next shot which came with a little bit splashing out onto his fingers and the table. He didn't even care or notice actually! Instead, Mephitis knocked back the shot again with more ease and a little bit of unintended flair. His body leaning back and then swinging forward. The liquor was hitting hard now and it would only get worse.

                                              "OH, FUG'OFF!! Ssstop widda' genderrr ones, fuggin' bullssssshit." Mephitis slurred out as he made smacked his hand against the table a few times. It was lucky that he hadn't activated his own draconic strength right then. So, the table just shook rather than being broken in half. Mephitis was eagerly letting his displeasure as he glared right at Zenith and then Shingen. He was starting to act brattier than Aella given his current feminine features. Still, he obeyed the rules of the game. The dragon splashing a little more liquor on the table with the pour before taking another shot. His body movements becoming far sloppier as it tilted back even further. Shockingly, he didn't fall over as he swung back in and rested upon the table again. One hand on the black bottle as if it belonged to him.

                                              "Mah'tur and I-uhhhhhh..." Wait, he hadn't worked up another one yet. Mephitis pursed his lips as he looked from between Shingen and Zenith. That little hamster was working overtime within that hazy mind right then. He wanted something that would target just them. What though? What did they share but Aella didn't? His eyes searched the room before an excited grin came to his lips. Apparently, he needed to stand for this one because it was ever so clever. His body swaying as he held the black bottle up and pointed it at the two men. "Nevurrrr have I eh'vurrrrrrr cookda' meal frrrom scratch." Got'em! He knew he had them. The dragon was already raising his free hand out towards Aella for a high five as if they were a team. Team Privileged Punk and Miss Microwave.

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PostPosted: Sun Aug 25, 2024 8:41 pm


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  • She was so satisfied with her win of the round that she was feeling a little generous when it came to Shingen's turn. Poor boy was so out of his depth that he couldn't even think of a good one. They could have made him drink with the loophole in the way he worded the question, but she opted to give him a break since she was still high off her win.

    "Oh, give the poor puppy a bone, let him have it," she teased, her voice smooth and lilting. She took her shot and wrinkled her nose slightly as the sake slid down her throat. The taste was oddly sweet compared to most liquor she drank, with a faint hint of fruitiness that lingered on her tongue. It wasn't unpleasant, but the strength of the rice wine took her off guard. The liquid sat heavy in her stomach, and she could feel it hitting her quickly, a slow, steady warmth spreading outward from where it pooled in her belly. It was like a small flower of heat blossoming through her chest, right where her collarbones dipped toward her sternum, sending a tingling sensation up her neck and into her cheeks.

    Zen's next one was quite pointedly aimed at just her and Meph, which actually made her want to team up a little. She momentarily forgot that she was avoiding the blue-haired dragon and gave him the high five he was seeking rather than leaving him hanging. The slap of their hands together was sharp and loud in the quiet room, cutting through the soft buzz of conversation and the clinking of glasses.

    "Nice," she said, her eyes glinting mischievously as she flashed Meph a quick grin.

    Where did that leave them, though? Did everyone have four fingers down? She brandished her lonely little pointer finger and looked to the others' hands, her eyes narrowing with determination. If she could get all of them right now, she would be the winner!

    Oh, she had the perfect one too. A smirk curled on her lips, and for once, her tendency to shift toward a particular subject came in handy. Her heart beat a little faster with anticipation, and she felt a surge of excitement run through her veins as she prepared to deliver her next challenge, her gaze flicking between her companions as she wondered how they would react. "Never have I ever ***********."

    Where: dojo dining room
    With: Zen, Meph, Shingen
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    I will take you to museums and parks and monuments and kiss you in every beautiful place,
    so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth.
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    And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people.

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  • PostPosted: Mon Aug 26, 2024 4:16 pm


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    Shingen’s attempt at going for an easy one backfired. It seemed as if he had gone too far and got called out, by Zenith no less. ”THIS IS WHY I DON’T PLAY THESE GAMES!” Shingen erupted as he poured sake into his glass like a mad man. There was no hiding his amused smirk although his competitive side was making him suffer for being on the losing end. Throwing the wine back, he slammed the glass loudly on the table and crossed his arms, shaking his head. Watching Zenith begin to suffer under the effects of the sake brough him some solace, realizing that he was very much human now. He began his turn then, telling him it would spare Shingen this time around so it made him wonder. It was clearly targeted at the dragon, playing on gender although it managed to lump in Shingen in the end anyway.

    Avoiding their stares, he tried to quickly and secretly pour his own shot before they realized what was happening. Mephitis’ was already sloshed and his arch nemesis was far too absorbed in her element. The bitter wine had already made it’s way through his bloodstream and he could feel the familiar heat in his face heighten. He couldn’t help but smile now, closing his eyes as he began to mind everything he was doing, trying not to appear drunk. Maybe if I stay real still, they won’t notice. There was no mistaking his stupid grin plastered on his face now, however. Finding the highest of amusement in everything being said now. He peeked an eye at the now slurring and spinning Mephitis. The kid had done a whole one-eighty and Shingen couldn’t help but be happy for him.

    It wasn’t until that he took his turn and turned on his feeding hands.”Biting the hands that feed you, huh?” Shingen commented. He knew he had already lost and at this point, it was a war of attrition. He had to outlast them now and redeem himself somehow. Shingen popped open a new sake bottle, having ran the last one dry and spilled a shot in his glass and threw it back thoughtlessly, working a little harder to center himself again once done. Aella seemed to hold her liquor all too well, one of her talents, Shingen was sure. She took her turn and took it to the next level claimed she’d never taken herself to town. Shingen chuckled and shook his head. ”That’s bullcrap. No way that’s true.” He leaned back and stared her down, calling her bluff. He rested his hand on his empty shot glass and his other up on the back of the chair.

    To avoid shutting down the vibe, he poured his shot and watched Aella. He mouthed the word “liar” and finished it off. Setting it down, he spun the glass, making it wobble a bit before it settled on it’s bottom and stopped spinning. ”I’ve never failed an exam.” He mused and looked at the two shining beacons of academia before him. Zenith was likely spared but Shingen had a lot of ground to make up.


    Location: Sword Saint Dojo
    With: Aella, Mephitis, Zenith

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    PostPosted: Thu Aug 29, 2024 4:20 am


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    Zenith chuckled gently and shrugged towards the blue haired female across the table, knowing fully well that he was taking advantage of a quality that was somewhat of a sore spot-but only in jest; He had no intention to take it any further than the brief mention of it so that the two girls would drink. While relishing in the small victory, Zenith made a subtle glance to Shingen who…wait…was he pouring himself a shot…no…maybe he was just taking another shot voluntarily-maybe because he felt like he needed to despite Aella saying he didn’t need to for his last turn. Zenith’s mind was too foggy to lock in on Shingen or his drink much longer than a couple seconds before he turned back to the other two who were plotting their next moves.

    It was then that Zen officially acknowledged the way the light buzz altered his judgements, focus, and perception. It had only just occurred to him, but he knew that it was only downhill from here and that he needed to pay even more attention to his surroundings just to make sure things didn’t get out of hand…starting with the fact that Mephitis was already sloshed. Perhaps letting him drink whatever Levi had left behind wasn’t such a great idea, however he had heard that Dragons could barely feel human liqueur so he didn’t really have any other options.

    The dragon drunkenly managed to complete his turn, high giving Aella over having not ever cooked a meal for himself. “Not once? Must be nice, but You really should learn. Especially if you are planning to move out,” The swordsman articulated as he poured another shot and let the liquid burn its way down his throat. Zen coughed a little afterwards and decided to reach out for a little more rice to put in his plate in hopes to slow the rate at which he was getting intoxicated. Touché…also made sense that Aella didn’t drink to it since cooking wasn’t her thing.

    Zen rose one hand afterwards, revealing only one finger up…and it was Aella’s turn…proudly crossing the line of moderate social censorship to seal the deal on everyone else at the table. The sword saint nearly choked on his rice as she announced it. Welp…that was game wasn’t it. Once he swallowed, Zen didn’t even say a word and just accepted the loss as he reached out to the sake again to pour another shot. No point in arguing over that one, he knew she looked to others to put those kinds of cravings to rest. Shingen however, didn’t believe her…but he took his shot as well before going in for another turn.

    “Well…technically *hic* F***….technically she already won…but I guess we can still play-or does anyone want to play a different game?” Zen opened the floor to suggestions as he got himself up from his seat and meandered into the kitchen…Opening the fridge to get a bottle of water before walking back, but not before he stumbled on his own feet. That assassin’s grace was all but gone at this point. To ground himself, he quickly clutched the back of his chair before orbiting the table towards the dragon. “If we do continue or play something new though, we have to change your drink up a little I think.”



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    𝕾𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖙 𝖍𝖆𝖘 𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖘𝖆𝖞, 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖗𝖊,
    𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖓𝖊𝖊𝖉 𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖞 𝖕𝖚𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖙
    𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖎𝖙 𝖇𝖊𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗 𝖎𝖓 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖒𝖞'𝖘 𝖊𝖆𝖗.
    𝕬 𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌. 𝕬 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖈𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓.
    𝕯𝖔 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝖎𝖙?
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    PostPosted: Thu Aug 29, 2024 11:48 am


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    xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Company: Aella, Shingen, and Zen
    xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Internally: IS MINE!
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                                                "Woooooo!" Mephitis howled out like a damn wolf as he dropped back down into his seat after the high five. In reaction to Shingen's comment, Mephitis flashed those pearly whites and it was rather terrifying. This girl had some very terrifying canines while even the rest of the teeth seemed a bit sharp. Did he just change his teeth to show off? He then turned to Zen and said, "Too harrr an' raw meat is tassy." Ah, yes. The reminder that this dragon could sustain himself off actual raw meat. Aella's eagerness to join in on his own excitement allowed the fool to ride that high for even longer. Well, that and their brief connection seemed to heighten his feelings in an almost magical way. If anyone in this drunken troupe had been paying attention, they would have noticed a brief flash within Mephitis' eyes and upon his mana scars when his hand met Aella's. Just a light spark that truly did energize the dragon while steadying those chaotic eyes so that they only shined an arcane blue. So fleeting though as they reverted to that constant kaleidoscopic effect. Mephitis' own joy was short lived as well as Aella wouldn't have any pity for him when victory was at hand.

                                                "W-Wha!?" Those plush lips parting into O and eyes going wide with genuine surprise. "Youbicccccch!" He looked so utterly betrayed as he slumped against the table and towards Aella."I juz' help you! You owe meeeee." Mephitis didn't even question whether or not Aella had done the act herself. Instead, the dragon focused on the fact that he had done it and that meant he had to drink! That was a bad thing, right? Yeah. Mephitis started to haul himself up from the table and tried to pour his drink. Although, he stopped when Shingen challenged Aella on her claim. The dragon's eyes flicked from one competitor to the other. His body swaying constantly as he waited until Shingen finally started to take his shot. Game goes on! Mephitis poured his own shot with an itty-bitty mistake of splashing out some more of that devil liquor before knocking it back.

                                                Once again, Mephitis survived sending himself falling backwards like an idiot as he swung his body back in and just leaned against the table. With that, his chest pressed down upon it but he really couldn't care right now. He was so far gone at this point that everything was a haze. A constant, drunken smile pressed upon his lips. It grew even wider with Shingen's next statement. Those chromatic eyes snapping to Aella as he said, " 'rink uh'!." Finally, one that wasn't aimed at him! Although, Mephitis tilted his head to one side and looked at Zenith as he spoke up. "Won? Who won? When?" What did he mean win? How did she win? Yes, Mephitis had totally forgotten about the lives. He only had his hand up before the first drink and forgot to raise it up again after that.

                                                Mephitis' curiosity regarding why Aella had won quickly fled as Zenith got up and started to come towards him. Those eyes lighting up and growing just a bit fierce as the swordsman said they needed to change out Mephitis' drink. There was one thing you never did around a drunk dragon and that was take something from them. Immediately, Mephitis held the drink away from Zen. Those eyes glaring him down like he had just offended the blue-haired idiot. "Dis' is mine! Getch'your own!" Zenith truly needed to get that bottle away from Mephitis. The dragon was so hammered that he'd fall over immediately if he actually stood up again. "Is waaaaaaay too s'rrronk fo' you anyway. Awww'you weak."

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    PostPosted: Thu Aug 29, 2024 9:12 pm


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  • Plush lips curled into a scowl as Shingen mouthed “liar” at her and a rush of heat surged through her body, the sake burning like fire in her veins. Aella’s eyes narrowed into dragon-like slits, their usual shattered hue drawing inward and becoming almost predatory. Tiny, shimmering scales began to appear around her eyes and along her upper cheekbones, catching the dim light and glinting like polished gems. “’Scuse me?” she snapped, her voice slicing through the room like a knife.

    Leaning forward, she fixed Shingen with a piercing glare, her eyes flashing with a cold, furious light. “Dun call me a liar jus’ ’cause you’re a sore loser,” she shot back. Her arms crossed tightly over her chest, nails digging into her skin as if to contain the anger simmering inside her. A deep frown etched itself into her brow, and her expression darkened like a storm brewing on the horizon. “You can' go cause I won arready.” she insisted fiercely, her words slurred but her conviction clear as Shingen tried to keep the game going.

    When Zen chimed in, his voice unsteady and slurring, Aella nodded with exaggerated vigor, her white locks swaying. “See, he knows!” she declared, pointing at Zen with an insistent hand, the alcohol blurring the edges of her frustration. Her irritation with how damaged their relationship was had vanished under the haze of sake, replaced by a fleeting sense of camaraderie. However Shingen wasn't the only one trying to contest her victory. Mephitis was being a dumb dumb loser too! Grabbing Meph’s hand, she curled his fingers into a fist. “You loss ’cause you has no fingers left an tha' means u hab no lives an I has one,” she taunted, her tone teasing but laced with a sharp edge. “Thas why you loss an thas why you wobblin’ like a baby deer, cause you a drunkey looooooser.” She dropped said fist but it was quickly snatched away from her when he perceived Zen to be coming for his drink.

    "Hey! I get a prize!” she proclaimed, her voice loud and defiant and echoing with the stubbornness. "You said we'd decide affffer an now is afffer." She held both of her hands up toward Zen like a poor child asking him to re-fill her bowl of soup. "Amm ready."

    Where: dojo dining room
    With: Zen, Meph, Shingen
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    Do not fall in love with people like me.
    I will take you to museums and parks and monuments and kiss you in every beautiful place,
    so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth.
    I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible.
    And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people.

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  • PostPosted: Fri Aug 30, 2024 5:32 pm


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    Shingen Maeda

    After Shingen’s comment about biting, Mephitis had flashed a set of monstrous teeth. He knew they weren’t always like that but he couldn’t help but freeze in place at their menacing size. He got quiet for a second after, wondering if he had just seen what he saw or had imagined it. He stared in a stupor noticing the fluctuations in the way his mana was manifesting and began to wonder if the devilish drink had something to do with it. Aella had done something similar, her eyes focusing into something reptilian. He couldn’t remember her being able to do that at will either. When she looked away and crossed her arms like she usually did, Shingen looked at the bottom of his shot glass thoughtfully, his grin fading slightly. It seemed like the control of their mana was locked behind their psyche, unlocked with the help of some alcohol, removing the usual inhibitors.

    It was all very interesting until he heard a Youbicccccch! Causing Shingen to look over at Mephitis tirade and throw his head back in laughter. Leaning back too hard, he panicked and flailed to save his life from falling backwards off the chair. A sluggish turn to Zenith as he caught his breath from laughing, he could tell he was also trying to find his sea legs. Aella was busy claiming victory but Shingen was feeling too good to care. ”Yougotta be good at sumthin..” He taunted, his smirk ever more devious. ”Wall ‘ave our skils, right?” He leaned forward onto the table at her, challenging her with his own mocking gaze.

    Zenith offered to play something else which Shingen agreed to, turning his head gleefully to him. ”Wattaya think? Wat else?” He asked before taking another glass of sake. Watching Zenith try and get the sinister bottle from Mephitis, Shingen turned to fire on Mephitis next. ”You know...it ussed to be my job...to watch you. Now...” He started then reached out to gently pinch Mephitis’ cheek. ”..I’ll watch yu fur free.” He knew it’d piss him off but he just had to see him blow up. "I bet thhhat stuff is jus' apple juice anyways."


    Location: Sword Saint Dojo
    With: Aella, Mephitis, Zenith

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    Son of a-... Zenith curses echoed within the safety of his mind as he realized that separating the Devil’s liquor from the dragon was going to be more difficult than he intended. Still, he couldn’t help the twitch of frustration that crossed his features when Mephitis said he was too weak for the drink. Why were dragons so possessive?! The swordsman let a terse sigh slip past his lips as he set the water on the table beside Mephitis. “You gonna drink this or imma warp ya’ into a col shower.” you know, because threats always worked right? Also… Wait, was he already slurring his speech?! That wasn’t good, especially because he needed to clean and take Shingen home…of course, it became a little difficult to think of his responsibilities as Shingen began to…flirt…with Mephitis? The fact that the spellcaster had agreed to play more games had been eclipsed completely by the suggestive words.

    “Are you…” Zenith began to ask, but suddenly Aella inserted herself amidst the chaos and demanded a prize. “Prize?” What prize? Her claim had seized the assassin’s attention despite everything happening, the alcohol hiding all those past concerns in a haze. Confusion was plastered on his features until she elaborated that he had said they would decide after the game. Only then did his face light up with a…’oh f***’ kind of realization. “Right…I shaid that didn I…” Suddenly this game had evolved into splitting paths that each contributed a unique strain of chaos to the night…and Zenith wasn’t sure how best to handle it-he needed to sober up…and fast. “Errr, wull…wha do you want? Or…what do you thin she shood win?” once again he opened the dilemma to everyone to help him. He desperately needed ideas.

    In the vacancy of the conversation that he had given the others to share their thoughts, Zenith suddenly vanished and appeared in the kitchen…except his intoxication altered hisd landing point…and he ran directly into the fridge face first. “GAH DAMMI,” He cursed aloud as he held his face. He was supposed to be a couple feet back so he could open the fridge! As he rubbed his nose, he fumbled for the handle and eventually managed to open it before reaching in and getting water for himself…which he cracked open and swiftly began to chug down. He needed a clear head ASAP.




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    𝕾𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖙 𝖍𝖆𝖘 𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖘𝖆𝖞, 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖗𝖊,
    𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖓𝖊𝖊𝖉 𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖞 𝖕𝖚𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖙
    𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖎𝖙 𝖇𝖊𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗 𝖎𝖓 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖒𝖞'𝖘 𝖊𝖆𝖗.
    𝕬 𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌. 𝕬 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖈𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓.
    𝕯𝖔 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝖎𝖙?
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                                                "NO!" Mephitis stated out boldly. He didn't even know what he was saying 'No' to but Zen was trying to take HIS bottle. He glared at him, ready for the swordsman to make a move. Actually, he wasn't really able to keep his eyes locked on the other man at the moment. Those kaleidoscopic eyes were forced to constantly move and refocus cause Zen was being a bit dummy who wouldn't stay still! So, everyone got to see just how absolutely sloshed Mephitis was as he wobbled around in his seat, even when he was using the table to support him. Unfortunately, the dragon himself didn't notice his lack of balance and control. Unluckily for everyone, Shingen was the first to snatch Mephitis' attention as Zen refocused on Aella whining about a prize.

                                                ”You know...it ussed to be my job...to watch you. Now...”

                                                That sharp, defiant look suddenly flipped to one of pure confusion. The dragon's heard slowly rearing back as Shingen reached out with one hand. What was he doing?! Why was he reaching for his face? Wait, those words... Was he... Thoughts raced all throughout Mephitis' mind as he became the definition of 'Uncomfortable'. Nose wrinkling at the ideas in his head, one eye scrunching up a bit, and his mouth tugging downward in a frown. Was he hitting on him!?! No, absolutely not! Shingen wasn't a cute twink or a femboy or whatever. He just wasn't cute! It felt like Mephitis' suspicions were entirely confirmed when Shingen pinched his cheek. Now, Mephitis' features were contorted into pure disgust. The male-magically-turned-female was ready to lash and scream how 'un-cute' Shingen was. That was until something took far more priority.

                                                " 'scusssssse-me!?" Mephitis growled out as that draconic pride took over in a flash. Shingen's hand was smacked away in defiance. Apple juice? APPLE JUICE!? How dare he question Mephitis' tolerance when he was drinking from the liquor bottle of a damned devil! The awful pick-up line from before was entirely forgotten as Mephitis focused on showing these dummies what a real drink was. "Ssssshow-oo. Is real an' is w-way s'rongerrrrr. E'rryone getsa' shod!" His hand was already on the move. It was just very bad at its job as it fumbled around the table to grab up both Shingen and Aella's shot glass. Food, utensils, and more knocked around across the table but he did manage to get their shot glasses in the end. He looked from Shingen to Aella as he slurred out, "You wan' pwoof an' you wan' a pwwwwize. You gettum! Time ta' drink like-a dwagon, biccchaaaasssss." Mephetis tilted the bottle above the shot glasses, pouring a continuous stream from one shot glass to the other. It spilled all around them as he did this but he didn't seem to care at all... And he did fill up the shots.

                                                "DRINK! Dwunkey, baby deers! You be wobblin' soon. All you!" For some reason, Mephitis thought that sound so cool in his head. He just pointed at the shots with a smirk as he slammed the bottle back down against the table.


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  • Aella’s hands stayed lifted in a bowl shape, her fingers outstretched as she waited expectantly for Zen to reward her but he didn't give her anything at all! As the seconds dragged on with no prize in sight, her full lips curled in frustration, the pout growing more pronounced. Petal soft lips glistened softly, catching the dim light as she bit down on her bottom lip, their inviting texture drawing attention as a mix of anticipation and disappointment played across her features. Irritation simmered beneath the surface but her ire was quickly appeased when Zen offered to let her choose her prize.

    Now that could be fun! But... what exactly did she want?

    The close proximity to Mephitis and his wild mana breath was slowly activating the dormant strain of energy that had been altered into her dna and more dragon-like features were beginning to emerge slow and subtly. Everyone was likely too drunk to notice, but the tips of Aella's nails began to elongate subtly, narrowing into fine, precise points. As they transformed, the surface of her nails hardened, taking on an almost otherworldly sheen. It was as if a delicate layer of crystal had grown over them, catching the ambient light and reflecting it in a soft, mesmerizing shimmer. The smooth, glassy texture contrasted against the rougher surfaces of her skin, giving her fingers an ethereal quality, like something sculpted from pure gemstone. Each nail gleamed with a subtle brilliance, the light playing off their crystalline surface in a dance of tiny rainbows, hinting at something latent that was stirring within her.

    Meanwhile, Aella eyes, pupils still narrowed into shattered, draconic slits, flicked between Shingen and Mephitis. "Plenny’a thins I’m good at," she mumbled, half to herself, as if trying to convince herself more than anyone else. His little jab wasn't inconsequential, but it was definitely overshadowed by his sudden interest in Meph. Gross. Sure, she had been telling Mephitis to explore being a girl and see what it's like and all that, but the idea of girl him sleeping with anyone she knew was just... weird. Aella didn't like the idea of her ex-whatever the ******** Mephitis was sleeping with her ex roommate, it just gave her the heebiejeebies. She shuddered at the thought and shook her shoulders to get the weird squiggly feeling out of her spine.

    When Mephitis started pouring the shots, Aella’s gaze followed the bottle’s path with a mixture of fascination and wariness. She watched the liquid spill haphazardly around the shot glasses, her white hair swaying as she swayed slightly in her seat, trying to keep her balance. As Mephitis finished pouring and slammed the bottle down, Aella grinned mischievously, her expression suddenly brightening with a spark of drunken mischief.

    Before anyone could react, Aella slapped her hand over the shots, trapping them beneath her palm. "Nuh-uh," she commanded, a devious glint in her dragon-like eyes. "We drink onny affer I get my prize!" She leaned forward, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, as if she were sharing a great secret. "Errybody gimme you shirts!" She tightened her hold over the shot glasses, her stubbornness shining through as she smirked at her cleverness, clearly enjoying the power she held over the situation.

    "Shirtss!" she declared again, and made a grabby hands gesture with her free hand. This was clearly the best choice for a prize and they could all thanks Shingen for inspiring this choice. His comment had been percolating in the back of her mind, stewing over the things she was good at- like dancing. Aella was a very good dancer, she didn't need to pass exams when she had actual skills! He seemed to be quite the judgey mc-judgestein though. He even tired to kidnapper after he found her dancing on a bar top! Was it because he was judging her for being a dancer? Or because he thought she needed to wear more clothes? Well now he could be in the same boat! All those thoughts had rapidly passed through the back of her mind and spat out the conclusion of that train ride through the haze of sake.

    "I won yous have to pay up! Errybody, all the shirts are belong to me." Everyone could be half naked except her for a change. "If you don' pay you a chicken and you haffa do a chicken dance."

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    Mephiti’s look of utter confusion turned disgust pulled a hearty laugh from Shingen. It didn’t take much to amuse him but there was a certain flavor to the discomfort of others that he just couldn’t deny. Maybe he was a bully or maybe he just liked being on the offensive but either way few could stomach it. With his hand swatted away, Shingen watched as the dragon’s attention shifted to his comment on the liquor. Another jab that didn’t have much substance but hit it’s mark nonetheless. There had to be something to do with dragon psychology that gave them a defensiveness to their hoard or perhaps a challenge. There was no denying his intoxication brought all that to the surface however, the tepid, worn gender bent boy was nowhere to be found and an aggressively outgoing person now sat in his place. It truly warmed Shingen’s heart and was proof that alcohol could bring out the inner man.

    His taunt at Aella had managed to get somewhat under her skin. Shingen had a talent for that although he owed it to having closely studied her as they had been roommates. As he watched her now, he could see her looking somewhat more brilliant than earlier. He couldn’t quite tell what it was but the light reflected off her in a new way. It was probably the sake. It was then that he could see her eyes again. The reptilian pupils still caught him off guard. Maybe she was somehow mimicking or absorbing something from Mephitis or perhaps she had something dormant the entire time. When Shingen thought about it, he knew less about her abilities than anyone else in the room. Having deemed her as non-threatening, she had fallen to the wayside. Recent developments have obviously rebutted that.

    ”Ohh pleaase. Could burly handle hot choc-late, much less a real drink!” Shingen smirked on, egging the dragon forward. He watched him pour the drinks and spilled some all over the table and the scent alone made his skin tingle. Woah. What is that? Gasoline? His taunt at Aella had managed to get somewhat under her skin. Shingen had a talent for that although he owed it to having closely studied her as they had been roommates. He reached out for his glass when Aella’s fancily manicured hands blocked access. Looking confused, or rather, dazzled by her nails, he then looked up at her to see she wanted her prize. Rolling his eyes and shaking his head, he leaned back and began to unbutton his dress shirt.

    Shingen had trouble with the buttons at first and gave up a few times. He then looked at Mephitis. ”You want to help me out here, babe?” He said sleepily. Shingen wasn’t going to be happy until he got an outburst but he didn’t want to stall his drink either. Undoing the rest of the shirt, he pulled it off and gently threw it at Aella so that it would open up and cover her head like a blanket. If she managed to raise her hand to catch it and leave the glasses unguarded, he would lunge in to steal one. His upper body wasn't devoid of it's share of battle scars although not a single tattoo covered him. It was taboo for the japanese to cover their skin in ink and risk looking like Yakuza but it also would make things difficult for someone in the intelligence community. Identifying markers and all that.

    The free air actually felt better now, the alcohol having made him hot. He turned his head over to Mephitis one last time. "Your turn." He said with a semi serious expression, hoping to put the pressure on the dragon.


    Location: Sword Saint Dojo
    With: Aella, Mephitis, Zenith

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    Nothing was simple, was it? Life would be ideal and easily managed if things were simply black and white…right and wrong…Instead decisions were blends of mixed morals and momentary ‘good’ ideas could later usher in unpredictable consequences. Nobody could stop it…or even anticipate the complexity of the chaotic world they thrived in-and Zenith was no exception. Halfway through gulping down a whole bottle of water, he could hear the beginnings of disastrous possibilities…starting with: “...E'rryone getsa' shod!”. Everyone ‘getsa’ shod?’ a shod? Shot? Shot of wha- OH SH**! Zenith’s head snapped forward, nearly spitting all the water he currently had in his mouth. Some of it, however, still leaked past the tight seal of his lips and dribbled on his shirt as his hazel eyes flashed to the table for some kind of visual confirmation that his fears weren’t being realized. Nope…they very much were.

    Quickly, Zenith drank the last residual water in the bottle, snatched a second one from the fridge, and teleported to the table…however not as dexterously as he would have liked. There was a low thud as the swordsman clipped his knee on a table leg, followed by the high shrill of the scooted table and the light chimes of jostled plates, cups, and china. The Sword saint made no noise, instead his eyes pinched tightly shut and his mouth pinched to a flat line as he endured the radiating pain around his kneecap. After a second, he slowly…and steadily, breathed out to finally interject. “Nuh uh, No…no no no. HELL NO! They’rrr NOT drinkin’ Tha!” His words were laced with anxiety and concern. That liquor-whatever it was-had put Mephitis on his a** in how many minutes…errr..in however long it took to go a couple rounds of Never have I Ever..which had to be pretty freaking fast. That kind of alcohol would poison them…and the first person he thought about calling in case that happened was none other than the owner of the bottle he handed out!

    ”Ohh pleaase. Could burly handle hot choc-late, much less a real drink!”

    Shingen’s taunt was met with an unhappy frown from a drunk Zen, eyes pinched into comical slivers that were intended to look frustrated but honestly just looked like he was having trouble focusing his eyes on Shingen. “Dun Encurage ‘em!” Zen barked pointedly before swiftly unscrewing the top of the water bottle and then shooting the whole thing back…taking large audible gulps. He needed to sober up…and fas- “Nuh-uh, We drink onny affer I get my prize! Errybody gimme you shirts!” What? Did she just ask for…? No, he probably heard her incorrectly…probably gulping too loud. That had to be it, right? With a breathy exhale, Zen pulled the bottle from his lips in time to catch Aella REPEAT that she had wanted their shirts. “Shurs!?” Zen repeated with a faint slur. Why would she want that!? His features immediately became hesitant, weighing the pros and cons of the situation. She had put her hand over the shot glasses, momentarily postponing the threat of having to call Levi to magically pump their stomachs…but there was a reason he had the turtleneck! Shingen, however, didn’t seem affected by the demand…as he leaned back and began struggling with his shirt. Zen took a few moments of distant thought to came to the conclusion that if he didn’t pay this price…then Aella would throw a tantrum…and it would add another variable of complexity that he wasn’t sure he could control.

    So, with a sigh, he set the water bottle down on the table before crossing his arms over his burly chest and hooking them under the bottom of his shirt. Lifting up, the man peeled his shirt from his body, at first revealing his sculpted abdominal and that V taper of his adonis belt that vanished behind the tops of his dress pants. Then, once the short finally peeled off the top of his head, everything from the ridges of his obliques, his V shaped lats, his bulky chest, and his large yet flexible arms were on display; there was barely any body fat on him, practically herculean in structure and stature. Of course, there were also these dark hickies decorating his neck and shoulders-ones he had tried to hide…along with the chaotic lattice of poorly recovered scars across his torso and arms. Unlike shingen, Zen had Tattoos, the first being an arm sleeve where his cannon ball-like shoulder was the top of a statue of a man holding a sword with the blade pointing straight down. The statue’s base blended into what seemed like a violent tide of water…and from the water there were skeletons reaching out of it. On his back there was another tattoo…written in infernal. Levi had branded him with it as a seal to hold back the Lord Unholy when Zen lost control of himself.

    Quickly he set the shirt beside Aella…while Shingen’s was launched at her in hopes to create an opening to get a shot. Zen was far too mentally dulled to catch him in the process, but once his eyes gently settled back on the drinks he realized there were only two instead of three. “What?! Where did- Shingen, don’ drink tha” Zen warned him. Zen’s eyes flashed to the other shots, reaching his free hand out and touching them, teleporting the both into the sink…well…he had indeed hit his mark, but both glasses were warped well above the sink…so the gravity took hold and they crashed into the metal basin and shattered, causing Zen’s shoulders to lift up suddenly in surprise as a consequence. He would clean that later….the one thing he did notice…whilst temporarily facing Aella…was some faded marks on her neck though. “Are those…bruises? What happened?” Suddenly the word became distant in the face of the possibility that someone had hurt his friend…but as he leaned a little closer to examine them he realized what they were. “Ah…umm…nevermind.” He scooted back…standing awkwardly straight. Ok…so he wasn’t the only one with those.




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    𝕯𝖎𝖉 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖆 𝖘𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖍𝖆𝖘 𝖆 𝖛𝖔𝖎𝖈𝖊?
    𝕾𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖙 𝖍𝖆𝖘 𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖘𝖆𝖞, 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖗𝖊,
    𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖓𝖊𝖊𝖉 𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖞 𝖕𝖚𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖙
    𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖎𝖙 𝖇𝖊𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗 𝖎𝖓 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖒𝖞'𝖘 𝖊𝖆𝖗.
    𝕬 𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌. 𝕬 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖈𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓.
    𝕯𝖔 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝖎𝖙?
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                                                "You-leaf ho'choclid outta' dis." Mephitis slurred out with such fervor as he glared right at Shingen. The dragon wouldn't have his favorite drink in the entire world involved in a stupid argument like this. However, his anger could only last for so long when so much was happening around the dragon. One moment, he was looking at Shingen. The next, he was wondering what the hell was wrong with Zenith. The dude look like he had just gotten punched in the damn gut. Couldn't handle his liquor? Apparently not since he was adamant on not letting the others drink the devil's liquor right then. Mephitis scrunched up his face, looking terribly adorable given his current appearance. "No fair! I drank i'. They gotta' drank i'." As if Aella needed to steal the show right then, she immediately took everyone's attention with her next demand.

                                                "Shurrssss!? Das'nodda' prrrriiiiiieeeee!" Mephitis roared out as he focused in on Aella now. How did this girl always figure out a way to torture him in all new ways. He didn't want to take his shirt off right now. Not when he looked like this! Brilliant scales were already bristling up across Mephitis' body as if he needed to defend himself against something. Hell, even his horns were starting to push out through those dark blue locks. Four horns altogether with two on each side. They were short for now so they were only poking upwards rather than sweeping back. Unfortunately, the other two clearly weren't as worried about Aella's recent dare. In fact, they were taking off their shirts without a second though and... Of course, Shingen had to make a damn comment.

                                                "I'll slep you!" Mephitis wasn't trying to say slap. He was trying to say 'sleep'. Aella was the only one who would know Mephitis' favorite new move. A strange mix of his own mana breath with a particular sleep spell. It created a knock out gas that he had used on Aella quite a few times and a few others to safely drop them. Mostly Aella though. Mephitis didn't even know if he could create that gas right now. However, if Shingen kept hitting on him, he definitely would! For now, Mephitis focused on Aella's prize. With the others giving in, the dragon felt pressured into doing the exact same. He didn't want to be seen as a coward! He was a big, prideful dragon! However, he was still a girl and that was...

                                                "Ahhhhhhhhh!" Mephitis let out a loud, frustrated groan as his hands hit the table before him again and again. The whole thing shaking violently as his power was put on display with each hit. He then started to swing his body around, trying his damnedest to remove his leather jacket as he roared out. "You wanna see 'em! I show it all offffffffaaaa'." The air pulsed as the very weave started to be thrown in chaos. Mephitis twisted and turned in his seat until he threw himself out of it. His body dropping towards the floor but he didn't even know what was happening. Even as he hit the ground, the dragon was still fighting with his jacket. A second after, a far greater pulse rushed out from him... And a spell was finally cast.

                                                Good news though, Mephitis got his jacket off.

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  • Aella barely had time to react before Shingen's shirt hit her square in the face, the soft fabric smothering her vision in an instant. "Hey—!" she exclaimed, her voice muffled as the material enveloped her. She instinctively raised one hand to pull the shirt away, her other hand still firmly pressed against the shot glasses beneath her palm. But the distraction gave Shingen the perfect opportunity.

    As she fumbled with the shirt, he'd feel a fleeting brush as her nail grazed his skin, barely enough to notice—but it would lead to his doom. Shingen likely wouldn’t realize it at first, the victory too sweet for him to care, but soon, the air would hit the scratch, and it would start to sting, alerting him that he'd been scratched. A thin line of blood would rise to the surface, and by then it would be too late. The toxin from her crystalline nails would begin to seep into his bloodstream. Within moments, his pupils would dilate, expanding rapidly until the darkness of his eyes seemed to swallow the color around them. An insatiable hunger would begin to claw at him from the inside, a primal need that burned hotter with every passing second. It started as a flicker in his chest, but soon spread like wildfire through his veins, overtaking his thoughts and senses. His skin would tingle, his pulse quickening as desire became all-consuming. He wouldn't be able to think of anything else—nothing but the overwhelming need that gripped him, threatening to push aside reason, restraint, and everything else that wasn’t the object of his craving. Luckily for Shingen, his martial training was keeping him from fully succumbing to the desire to conquer and indulge, but the struggle would be ******** real. If he knocked back Levi's liquor as intended, who knew what Shingen would do with his inhibitions wrecked.

    Meanwhile, Aella managed to yank the shirt off her head just as the second shot disappeared from beneath her hand. The sudden loss of the glass threw her balance off, causing her to jerk forward, her chest pressing into the table as she tried to catch herself. "Ow..." She muttered and tossed the shirt aside, but her attention was soon consumed by the two men in front of her. Mephitis was banging on the table, roaring in a drunken frenzy, but his pounding might have been her heart just pounding in her ears, her pulse quickening as the room around her seemed to shift. The tension left over by the previous game of chicken and truth or dare was now catching up to her and she couldn't prevent her gaze from lingering on Shingen and Zen, eyes slowly trailing over their exposed bodies, each ripple of muscle and sinew catching her attention. She couldn’t stop her eyes from wandering, tracing the lines of their arms, chests, and shoulders. When had they gotten so ripped? Her mouth felt suddenly parched and the room instantly became stifling, the air thick and heavy, her skin growing warmer by the second, almost uncomfortably so.

    Leaning back in her chair, she bit down softly on her bottom lip, feeling the soft flesh give way beneath her teeth. Plush lips glistened softly, catching the light with a delicate sheen that emphasized how they seemed to suddenly pulse with with a warm, rosy hue that caused them to stand out against the smooth pallor of her skin. Each subtle movement betrayed the effort it took to maintain her composure, the barely contained allure clear on her features as she blatantly stared.

    "Is- issit ho' innere for anyone else...?" she muttered under her breath, her voice slightly breathless as she fanned herself with one hand.

    “Huh?” Aella blinked, suddenly aware that the really delicious man bodies were actually attached to some heads and that those heads belonged to Zen and Shingen. Had she just been oogling her ex and her old roommate of all people?! HOW THIRSTY WAS SHE?! ********, no. No, she was gonna stop it right... wait- what had he said? Her mind snapped back as she realized Zen had been looking at her neck with that comment. Instinctively, she raised a hand to it, her fingers brushing over her skin. Was the makeup wearing off? The faint marks were hardly noticeable now, even without make up, but her foundation had been on for hours and she wondered if the coverage had started to wear thin.

    Then, belatedly, she registered what Zen had said. He had them too. Her eyes sluggishly shifted to him, widening slightly as she noticed several hickeys dotting his neck and shoulders. Even though they weren’t together anymore and she supposed she was happy he had moved on, it caught her off guard and a brief, unexpected pang of surprise tightened in her chest. Aella swallowed, not wanting to linger on the awkwardness. Her hand dropped from her neck, and she reached up to her messy bun, pulling the tie free. Her snowy white hair tumbled loose, spilling over her shoulders as she gave her head a little shake. That should hide them well enough. Standing up, she wobbled slightly, the alcohol making her balance unsteady.

    "I's done wif yous." One hand swiped through the air, pointing at all of them. "All yous bois an' girl-bois're juss disstacting n I'm no' doing bois nemore. Too mush trouble fo me. 'm juss tryin to work n make munny n be normal. So 'mma go bed now." Aella announced. But she wasn't going without her prizes. "Dese mine tho." She announced and reached for the shirts on the table.

    Where: dojo dining room
    With: Zen, Meph, Shingen
    Doing: run awaaaaaay
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    Do not fall in love with people like me.
    I will take you to museums and parks and monuments and kiss you in every beautiful place,
    so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth.
    I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible.
    And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people.

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