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 Posted: Wed Sep 11, 2024 10:11 am
  Shingen had managed to swipe one of the shot glasses and was ready to take his victory swig when Mephitis suddenly revealed he was going to show off his newly attained goods, freezing Shingen in his tracks with a dumbfounded glee. Instead of that, there was a magical reaction that burst outwards, causing him to leaned back and shield his face with his hand. Looking down at the table at his hand holding the shot glass, something caught his eye. A small beads of crimson began to fade into sight. Shingen looked on, lowering his hand after Mephitis’ outburst. He tilted his head curiously at the sight of his own blood beginning to seep from his hand ever so gingerly as his eyes began to turn black. Something akin to a dark haze began to swirl into his eyes, and as it did, his entire eyes went dark.
Shingen stopped everything, a look of shock on his face as he brought up his hand to his chest as if he was having a heart attack. The sensation was very much just as nasty. Not sure what was happening, his eyes darted around each of them in the room, all too far drunk to really notice what was happening. Am I dying? Was I poisoned? Shingen looked over to Zenith, wondering if it was all just a ploy to take him out but nothing spoke to that idea whether from the swordsman or the other two. Then it came through. An unsatiable desire, as if starved, welled up from his chest then spread across his body. It was as if he would die if he didn’t get what he needed.
He looked down at the food on the table and the fullness of the meal before was replaced with a disgust. It wasn’t until he noticed the others so vulnerable, so exposed, so...delectable. He gritted his teeth and clawed at his chest in desperation. Drink Shingen wasn’t sure what to do as he felt an aggression building. Something dirty that made him feel like an animal. Drink the cup! Trying to get his breathing under control, he remembered his training that most poisons had to work their way throughout the system to the heart. DRINK THE CUP! Shingen looked down at his glass, the idea that it might even satiate him was enough to have him throw it back. The alcohol seared him as if made it’s way down. Unlike anything he’d had before, it was a sickly mixture of sweet suffering, intoxicatingly floral but ultimately hazardous. Shingen immediately realized he’d made a mistake. It was as if the liquid was made from ambrosia itself, forbidden all together, it rejected him and began to tax the price of his sin: death.
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Something caught in his throat and all his air was taken from him. Unable to draw in breath, Shingen began to gasp and held his stomach. A burning began in his abdomen, something he’d felt before but never like this. His life began to flash before his eyes: Rengoku, the museum, his friends, his enemies. Then as things began to grow dark, he hunched over hoping his death would be quick. HAHAHAHAHA! The sound of some distant laughter echoed like someone had left a television on somewhere in another room of the house. His pupils now reappeared from the black, draconic slits alike what Aella and the dragons had but somehow still different.
Then, Shingen’s body dropped onto the table, his forehead resting on it’s surface as if he was simply closing his eyes for a moment, but in that moment his heart had stopped along with all of his suffering and all of his anxieties. After Aella announces she was finished with them all and was about to make her way out, a hand pressed down on top of hers over the shirts. When she turned to see who it was, Shingen would be taking in a deep breath, standing just behind her. There was an elation that seemed to seep through the surface of his skin into strange markings and a creepy grin greeted them as he looked back down at Aella and the others. ”We’re just getting started, aren’t we? Having a good time?” He asked her, being only inches from her face. Only his eyes moved to Zenith and his ripped physique, impressive really. Then over to the hovering Mephitis, so misunderstood and so vulnerable, a true lamb.
”You all look so...delicious.” He said returning his gaze to Aella.
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Posted: Fri Sep 13, 2024 1:56 am
 ﹄O, Death...Become my blade once more﹃ Yeaaaaahhh, suuuper awkwaaaarrd. But why? They weren’t anything beyond friends… honestly, they were even rocky to be considered that these days. Still, he shouldn’t feel this uncomfortable knowing that she had her…outlets. He had his own, afterall…And yet there was this…twisting sensation that felt as if his heart was being rung out like a wet towel. It made the air harder to swallow as he chased away the memories of what The Watcher made him witness over a year ago. Was it Mephitis? No…no probably not. Actually the specifics didn’t matter; she could be with whoever she wanted-it wasn’t any of his business…and yet he couldn’t help feeling like his insides were being squeezed more…and more…and more Was this jealousy? Did he still want her after everything that had happened between them? Or was it just the lack of closure that festered more and more with every toxic quip or deliberate jab? These were inquiries best left ignored by an intoxicated mind, so Zen looked somewhere else-anywhere else…was…was mephitis floating? The swordsman’s brows furrowed curiously, wondering when exactly he had turned himself into a balloon drifting away…Oh and his jacket was gone. He pressed his eyelids together, holding it tightly for a second or two before checking again. Yup, He-she was floating. And she had some massive… Zen blinked away, his eyes wide as he looked at the safest thing…the table…with all the food picked at…some knocked over…some small puddles of spilled soy sauce and alcohol…yes…this was safe-the hell was wrong with him!? Amidst all this, he missed the way Aella had eyed both him and Shingen, his attention drawn to her only when she brought up how she was ‘done with the boys and girl boys’ Zen’s posture relaxed a bit, bringing the water bottle to his lips again. Her leaving felt…kinda painful to be honest. She could easily just…call him by his full name when she never had, get the response she wanted, and then bounce without feeling like she needed to revisit that wound she inflicted. And here he was trying to make this a normal and fun experience, shouldering more anxiety than he would have liked in order for her to have fun…yeah…they were rocky to be considered friends. A sad sigh escaped his lips as he pulled the bottle away from his mouth. He wasn’t going to stop her though. If that was what she wanted then so be i-. Wait…was Shingen ok? How had it taken that long for Zen to notice that the man was collapsed on the table, his face down and hidden. Had he passed out!? Sh**, he had the drink didn’t he!? Hazel eyes flashed over to the empty glass, confirming his fears. “Hey Shingen…Shingen! Hey man are yous ok?” Zen took only one step before he had just…vanished. “Wha-” Zen’s body stiffened with shock, only the sound of a forceful slam on the table being enough to snatch his attention and whirl him back to Aella. There he was, the black haired BoM agent fastening Aella down in place as he pressed a singular hand atop of the shirts she had won. The sword saint was still a little too incoherent to really catch the nuances of his change…so the markings and even the eyes at first had gone unnoticed. All he really did catch was the invasive behavior and the way he stopped her from leaving as she wished. Now that he was on this side of the table, Zen was just a little over a foot away…and his muscles coiled for activity as his arm lurched forward, intending to seize Shingen’s wrist before teleporting them away from the two women…right to the fridge in the not too distant kitchen. If he was Succesful, Shingen’s body would slam a bit aggressively against the frigid exterior of the refrigerator, with Zen aiming to pin his hand above his head…the swordsman, however, was just not realizing how much his equilibrium was stolen from him every time he teleported…so he had to slam his free hand beside the arcane architect’s head to ensure that he didn’t just fall into him…causing their proximity to be…a little…close. Still, that small factor didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things. “Back off, If sh’ wants to Leave…then she ca-...” wait…why was he so close?...and why were the man’s eyes different…come to think of it he also didn’t have tattoos before…right? Suddenly Zenith began to look the man over more closely, scrutinizing the details for the next couple seconds before continuing. “What’s wrong wi’ you? You ok?”╔══════════════════════╗
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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Posted: Sat Sep 14, 2024 12:33 pm
『 It's in the air and it's all around 』xxxxx
xxxxxxxxxx Location: Dojo
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Company: Aella, Shingen?, and Zen
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Internally: Wut
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Wearing: Red T-shirt, and jeans
“Are those…bruises?"
Before Mephitis came toppling down to the floor below, the dragon had focused in solely on Zenith and then towards Aella as the golem stared at her neck. Those bright, chromatic eyes turning predatory and intense as black slits cut through the irises. Even if he had activated his draconic senses, they were still hampered by that devil's liquor. The constant shifting of his body and double-vision making it impossible to see what was on Aella's neck, even if he did want to so desperately know. It was only made worse by the fact he continued to try and remove his damn jacket. He couldn't stop now! It was almost off! However, that just made him writhe more frantically especially when Zenith said nevermind. Nevermind!? What did that mean!? Not only that but Aella just deflected! It forced Mephitis to assume the worst... And that's when his body went careening to the floor.
After the wild magic burst...
Mephitis' jacket went flying across the room as soon as he was able to get it off. The curves of his new-feminine figure far more on display now than ever before. He didn't really care though. His hands immediately smacked against the floor below in order to get back to his feet, but he didn't actually stand back up. Instead, the fool floated up towards the ceiling! His legs kicking around in the air as an arcane blue aura surrounded him. As he started to down a slow front flip, his arms waved around wildly as if that would balance him out again. "Fug'off! Nah-now!" Mephitis let out a childish groan as he kept rolling through the air. Soon, he was turned away from the group and upside down. His shirt slipped down his body, showing off mid-riff.
”We’re just getting started, aren’t we? Having a good time?”
"NUH! Mephitis growled as he tried to figure out the hell he could get to Aella. His body strangely shifting up and down and all around in the air for a moment.
"You all look so...delicious.”
"STAHP FLIRDIN' WID MAY! UR NAW'MY TYPE!" Mephitis roared out with such fury as he finally started to turn upright. It was lucky that Zenith had moved Shingen by this time. The sight of another pair of draconic eyes would have made things so much worse. With his senses dulled, Mephitis own instincts could have taken over instead. A primal fury would spur the former king to attack Shingen. Wild magic would run rampant across the dojo as Mephitis had zero control over his own body at this point. That was until Shingen likely struck the idiot down. Even with all his innate strength, Mephitis was in no shape to start fighting. His reactions were slow, moves sloppy, and he'd likely end up throwing out attacks at everything but Shingen.
Unfortunately, this meant that all the attention Mephitis had was on Aella. As soon as the dragon was upright, his eyes locked upon the snowy-haired girl. Suddenly, he had some control over his ability to fly. His body shooting forward as it swung this way and that until it crashed right up against Aella's side. They wouldn't fall over though. Mephitis had snatched her up in his arms and just hovered there. They floated across the room slowly as his eyes tried to focus in on her neck. "Zen sa' you 'ad bwuizes. Wheres?"
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『 With a taste of a poison paradise 』
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Posted: Thu Sep 19, 2024 10:53 pm
 tab ❧ I'm the violence in the pouring rain.
Aella felt Shingen’s grip before she saw him. His hand, rough and warm, pressed down over hers, pinning the fabric of the shirts beneath them with an unsettling firmness. The weight startled her, and the useless tug she gave sent a wave of discomfort up her arm. Dark lashes flickered up to meet his, her head turning slightly, but what stared back wasn’t the familiar, deep, calm gaze she knew. His pupils were gone, replaced by black voids with draconic slits, gleaming with an unsettling hunger.
Her pulse began thrumming heavily through her veins, the rhythm beating in her ears like the flapping of wings. Shingen would feel the way it quickened beneath his palm in response to his sudden proximity, the heat creeping over her skin unable to stop a chill from crawling down her spine. The room felt suddenly smaller, the air thinner. It was suffocating, but his grip held her in place. As Shingen’s head tilted slightly closer, that’s when he would catch it—the faintest scent of vanilla. Sweet and alluring, but subtle, like it naturally came from her skin and not a perfume that would fade with time. It was the kind of scent you only noticed when you were this close, as if it was meant to draw you in, something lingering and tempting. Not overpowering, just there—delicate and persistent, tugging at the senses.
“We’re just getting started, aren’t we?" Heat, tinged with the scent of alcohol crashed against the side of her face with each word. "Having a good time?” His voice was low, eerily calm, but laced with something darker—a need that made the hairs on the back of her neck rise. tinged with alcohol, and she could feel its warmth brush against her skin She tried to pull her hand free again, the smooth texture of the shirts slipping beneath her fingers, but his grip remained firm, unyielding. Shingen had always been so reserved, so in control—this was different, wrong.
Aella swallowed hard, keeping her voice steady despite the panic rising in her chest. "You don' loosso good," she said cautiously. The whole room was now teetering on the edge of something dangerous, a suffocating tension pressing down like thick humidity before a storm. The scent of danger hung in the air, clinging to every breath Aella took, her senses dulled yet heightened in that uncomfortable way when too much has been drunk too fast yet your body demanded awareness.
Before she could move, Zen's arm shot forward, grabbing Shingen's wrist in a blur. The suddenness of the motion made the air shift, like the room itself recoiled. A loud jolt followed with a rush of displaced air and both of them vanished, leaving Aella frozen, her hand still pressed to the table where Shingen had held her moments ago.
Out of nowhere, Mephitis crashed into her side, his arms looping around her with a strength that surprised her, despite the slur in his voice and the sway in his stance. The room tilted slightly, her balance already compromised by the alcohol and the chaotic energy swirling around them, and before she could steady herself, he swept her off her feet. A small gasp escaped her lips, her stomach lurching as the ground seemed to fall away beneath her.
“Zen sa’ you 'ad bwuizes. Wheres?” Meph slurred, his face hovering far too close to hers, the smell of devil wine mixing with the faint, earthy scent that always seemed to cling to him. His eyes, unfocused but intent, fixated on her neck as if he could see straight through her skin, searching for something hidden beneath. Her throat tightened, a lump forming as her mind raced. The last thing she wanted was to deal with this right now, especially with him in this state! She instinctively reached up, her hand halfway to her neck before freezing. Trying to hide them now would only draw attention.
“I dun has any boozes!” she insisted, her voice playing at innocence, but the tremor beneath betrayed the anxiety she was trying to smother. Her heart pounded in her chest, the alcohol making her more jittery than calm. She wasn’t doing anything wrong, she told herself—after all, they weren’t together anymore. She was free to do as she liked, with whomever she liked. But Mephitis wasn’t the most rational person when he was drunk, and with Shingen already losing control, the last thing she wanted was another out-of-control dragon in the room.
"Pumme down!" Her words came out sharper than intended, a mix of urgency and frustration as she wriggled in his arms.
Where: dojo dining room
With: Zen, Meph, Shingen
Doing: run awaaaaaay
Wearing:
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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Posted: Fri Sep 20, 2024 11:20 am
 Shingen let his back slam into the refrigerator, his expression unchanged as if he knew Zenith was going to do what he did or perhaps that he didn’t feel he was in danger at all. He looked at Zenith’s facial features closely, bringing up his hand up slowly. ”Precious gargoyle. The fallen can not give life. Only twist and rearrange it in new ways.” He caressed Zenith’s cheek with the back of his hand before he began to lean in with an embrace. ”I wonder if there is a soul in there somewhere.” Shingen whispered into Zenith’s ear. ”Why don’t we find out?” He whispered with his arms around him. The two men shirtless against the refrigerator was unmistakable. Shingen leaned back only enough to bring his lips towards Zenith’s. As they neared, the same black mist from before began to appear, being sucked into Shingen’s mouth effortlessly, threatening to consume his life force along with his mortal coil.
There was a moment where the flow of the mist picked up but just as it was about to take effect, a blue bar of mana curved out from one side of his mouth to the other, covering it. Shingen looked surprised then appeared over by the door way into the dining room, clutching the bar as more began to form over his face. The devourer managed to pull them away and shatter them like the glass they resembled. Hunched over slightly, realizing what was happening, he then looked up at Aella and Mephitis. ”My time is short but is not yet. You’re not ready.” He lurched forward to reach the other two but then slammed into the table. Looking down, blue collars would appear and lock around his legs. ”I just can’t wait. Even now I hunt you. He will be entirely mine.”
The blue restraints had made their way up his upper body and his arms, locking around his neck. ”My most perfect...” They then covered his head and finally his eyes and mouth. ”...and willing host. My...coming.” Shingen remained motionless, a blue statue of mana standing upright and slient.
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Posted: Sat Sep 21, 2024 3:00 am
﹄O, Death...Become my blade once more﹃ “Precious Gargoyle…” Ok, clearly not ok. Zen’s face twisted with disgust after hearing Shingen label him more like a golem and less like a human. “E’cuse Me?!” The irritation surfaced in his words, but that fire simmered out as the architect of mana began to…caress his face. What was happening? Was this some kind of weird foreplay to him?! It was so disorienting that he didn’t really register that the man had leaned in so close to the side of his head, soft and tender words of whether or not he had a soul right in his ear. Wha-...what was even happening? Zenith’s hold on Shingen’s hand became softer amidst the confusion, allowing the Devourer to easily slide out of the grasp and then…hold him. Only when he felt the gentle embrace did Zen finally snap back into the present it seemed. “You’ve had too much ta’ drink man,” Zenith answered, trying to pry himself from the other shirtless man’s hold…but he quickly realized that there was something far more sinister at play as the agent’s lips ghosted over his own…and began to pull something from him. Zenith’s body went rigid as he began to realize something: that Shingen was not Shingen at all. This strange behavior…this dark ancient magic beckoning his soul straight from his lips…this was much more than some intoxicated seduction. The swordsman wondered now…just how dangerous the man before him was or rather…whatever it was. Did he need to call the Devil? Because…for some reason…he felt like this thing standing so intimately close to him was beyond his ability to handle. Luckily, the familiar dense blue mana sealed the Gluttonous monster’s mouth and…although it was quickly pried off…it spelled the end of this frightening manifestation. Noticing that Shingen was struggling to gain control…or simply restrain the body…the man lunged at Mephitis and Aella, meeting the table first before two blue brackets locked Shingen’s body in place. It was a familiar tactic used on him once. Quickly, Zenith warped between the two women and Shingen, his hand reaching out to the side as a swift spatial distortion brought his cursed blade into his right hand-still in its sheath. His free hand swiftly latched onto the container of the wicked katana as more pieces of arcana held Shingen in a spellcaster’s bondage. “Shigen! Shigen don’t le this thin take you over! I don wanna hurt you!” Zenith called out. Would he really try to strike the man down if this wasn’t enough? Maybe he could call levi-He could most definitely secure Shingen and help him…but…his only means of communicating with the Devil was back in Ogotunam. Could he make it if things became emergent? Also…what was he saying? Who wasn’t ready? Was he hunting them all? Why? More and more questions began to implant themselves in the swordsman's mind as Shingen proved to be far more than just a BoM agent-which was already a lot to handle in the first place. ╔══════════════════════╗
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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Posted: Sat Sep 21, 2024 7:20 pm
『 It's in the air and it's all around 』xxxxx
xxxxxxxxxx Location: Dojo
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Company: Aella, Shingen?, and Zen
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Internally: Wut
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Wearing: Red T-shirt and jeans
In her own drunken haze, Aella had made a very smart decision. Unfocused, ever-changing eyes shifted from her neck down to her hand as soon as it started to move. Mephitis' gaze bore down on it, waiting with such anticipation to see where it went. If she dared to place it over her neck, that would immediately confirm his suspicions. After that, all hell would likely let loose as the dragon lost control of his emotions and the power that seemed ready to overflow within him. Chaotic, random spells would be firing off all over the room as Mephitis tried to ascertain who exactly touched Aella. Luckily, that never happened. Instead, the dragon was just left confused as Aella's hand stopped. His face scrunching up as he tried to figure out if he had focused on the wrong thing. Zen said she had bruises so she had bruises!
“I dun has any boozes!”
"Liar!" Mephitis barked back. He knew that she was lying to him right now. At least, he was pretty certain that she was lying to him. He knew what he heard earlier and she definitely didn't sound innocent! Mephitis went back to trying to glaring at Aella's neck. If her and the world itself just stopped moving for a second, he was certain he'd spot them. He didn't want those "bruises" to be there but he needed to be certain! Unfortunately, it was becoming so much harder as Aella writhed harder. His arms stayed locked around her form as the two floated around in the center of the room. They're body tilting this way and that as Mephitis tried to keep Aella still. "No, not until I'm sure!" Nothing would stop him from this insane mission now... At least that's what Mephitis thought.
”My time is short but is not yet. You’re not ready.”
For a while now, Mephitis had been entirely ignoring whatever the hell Shingen and Zenith were doing by the fridge. Hell, the dragon was just happy that Shingen wasn't "flirting" with him anymore. That all changed as his draconic senses started to scream at him. Every single one was telling the fool that he was in danger right then. More importantly though, Aella was in danger. His head swung away from Aella's neck and craned itself so Mephitis could look right at Shingen, just as the man lurched forward. One hand came up and awkwardly pushed Aella's head down. Bright, brilliant wings burst forth from the dragons back and swung up to shield them. The weave pulsed with his heart before unleashing yet another spell. All of this... For really nothing. Shingen was soon bound up in glowing blue restraints from head to toe. His whole form entombed in mana now. Still, Mephitis didn't like what he just saw. At least he wouldn't see it for long!
That spell of his finally took effect as it summoned up an absolutely ridiculous creature. A fat, motionless wyvern that just appeared in the center of the room. It definitely wasn't going to be putting up any real fight given its size and the fact that it was asleep right then. It wasn't really all that terrifying. In fact, it looked rather silly given how round and chubby it was. It was barely bigger than an adult corgi! This was the creature that Mephitis accidentally summoned to come to his defense. Snoozing away so happily as it wiggled on the floor.
"WHAT THE ******** IS GOING ON!?!"
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Posted: Mon Sep 23, 2024 9:20 pm
tab ❧ I'm the violence in the pouring rain.
Aella squirmed even harder, trying to escape Meph’s grip as his eyes fixated on her neck like some kind of wild animal on a mission. “Lemme goooooooo!” she huffed, twisting uselessly against his arms that had her locked up tighter than a straightjacket.
“Liar!” Meph barked, still dead-set on his insane bruise hunt. Meanwhile, they were wobbling around in mid-air like a couple of uncoordinated drunks in a zero-gravity chamber. His obsession with her 'bruises' was getting out of hand!
Then, out of nowhere, the room lit up as Meph’s wings dramatically exploded from his back. Aella yelped as his hand came down on her head, shoving her into an awkward half-bow like she was about to curtsy at a royal ball. The pulse of his magic rolled over her in a blinding flash of light, bringing more scales beneath her clothes and tiny dragon wings pushing uncomfortably through the back of her shirt and she couldn’t help but think, What in the fresh hell was happening now?
Peeking through the mess of her hair, she caught sight of Shingen—statue-fied in glowing blue restraints, like he’d just been frozen in place mid-evil monologue. “Wha da—” she started, but then her gaze dropped.
There, in the center of the room was a lumpy, oversized wyvern, about the size of a large, bloated pig, waddling in the center of the room. Its grotesquely round body jiggled as it shifted, limbs too stubby for its bulk, twitching in a lazy, drunken-looking sleep. The creature’s oversized head lolled to one side, drool pooling beneath it as it snored, completely unfazed by the madness around it. It was like someone had taken a dragon, inflated it beyond reason, and dropped it in the middle of the party for a nap.
Aella blinked, wide-eyed. “Wha-… issat?”
And then, as if things couldn’t get weirder, the last shred of Meph’s shirt fluttered to the ground, dislodged by her struggle. Two large breasts bounced free, flopping in response to Aella's inability to stay still as she glanced back and forth between Meph's wings, his wild mana breath, and the familiar blue glow that surrounded Shingen. Clearly Shingen had been affected by Meph's stupid wild magic.
“Ohhhhhmigaw'!,” she just had an epiphany and her eyes darted rapidly back and forth between Meph and the pudgy creature and then Shingen statue. “You guys juss made an ugly baby!!!” Tears sprung to her eyes and the amused smile on her face was so large it actually hurt her face. “Shingen an Mephitis- Shin- phitis...Shitis! I name it baby Shitis!” Aella exclaimed loudly, clapping her hands together with her stroke of genius. Then her brows furrowed as she looked as Shingen, immobilized.
...dead? Uh oh...
"Ju kill him?! Like one o' those bugs tha' eat the head off affer the sexy time? But you dinn' hab any sexy time." Aella pat him sloppily on the arm and shook her head. "Poo' you. No fun fo' you, juss an ugly baby... She mourned that sorrow for a few seconds before her brain remembered blue candy stick in the mud guy. "Okay, bu' for sewious... i'he dead?" Aella looked to Zen for the answer, cause he seemed like the onlya dult in the room.
Where: dojo dining room
With: Zen, Meph, Shingen
Doing: run awaaaaaay
Wearing:
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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Posted: Wed Sep 25, 2024 10:39 am
 After a time, the concentration of blue in the mana prison Shingen was in began to dim over time. Then, all of a sudden, it began to retract in the fashion that it had appeared and drug down his torso like a fabric. The mana all converged on a seal distinctly lit on his abdomen, releasing Shingen who nearly fell forward. Catching himself on the edge of the table with one arm, he gasped for air. ”That...that wasn’t supposed to...happen.” He said as he caught his breath and tried to collect himself. Was that him? Did the seal break? I’m gonna be sick. A hundred thoughts went through his head as he looked down at his stomach, patting it and saw there was nothing there.
When he looked up, he came face to face with a chubby dragon like creature and froze. What the-? Looking about the room, he realized everyone was still very much drunk and Mephitis had even managed to lose her shirt. Groaning, he straightened up, propped up by his arm, holding his face with his free hand. He couldn't bear to try and understand it all, feeling like he was going to throw up. ”I think I should go.” Shingen said. Once he regained composure, he took up his suit jacket from the back of his chair and walked over to Mephitis where he wrapped her chest. There was a strange mixture of grim concern on his face when he turned to Zenith on the other side of the room, his eyes devoid of the usual jovial amusement that danced along them.
”Show me the door, will you, Zen?” He asked as he rounded the table and took up his shirt, throwing it on. He walked into the kitchen as he buttoned it up then walked back out with a platter wrapped in a clear plastic bag like a gift basket full of cookies. ”As promised. Gourmet cookies. Hope you like them. A friend made them.” Shingen talked about Kai. The order having been picked up from her family bakery. Shingen would not look anyone in the eyes, realizing his darkest secret had been let out. Although they were all too drunk to know what exactly was happening, the coming morning would bring a sober perspective. And after having endangered Zenith’s friends once again, there was no apology that could follow. An apology for an apology.
Tucking in his shirt and buttoning his cuffs, he slicked back his hair, ready to step through the portal once Zen had opened it, stopping only to thank Zenith again. ”Thanks for the good time. Sorry for the mess. Oh, and try to lay low for a while. You’ve been made my primary target now. They want YOU.” Shingen said, giving Aella one last glance although still dodging her gaze, before he would depart.
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Posted: Fri Sep 27, 2024 3:23 am
﹄O, Death...Become my blade once more﹃ With one hand on the hilt and the other on the scabbard, the Sword Saint waited with bated breath and didn’t dare take his eyes off of the man mummified by condensed arcana. It was far too risky, especially with the other two unable to protect themselves effectively due to the liquor they’d been drinking; In all honesty, he wasn’t much better either. Zen’s right foot anchored into the wooden floorboards, allowing him to push his left further out to widen his stance. The soles of his sliding foot scratched against the surface of the flooring as he lowered himself in a way that would allow him to react swiftly against the first hint of danger. Despite acknowledging the reluctance within him, He still was poised as if to draw the cursed steel at his hip and bare its fangs to Shingen if he approached as an enemy. While they had gathered on friendly terms, he needed to chase away all those feelings if it meant protecting the others and. Mephitis cursed behind him, his anxiety swept up in the new strain of chaos that reared its face. Zen didn’t move, he was completely still. Then came the gurgled heavy snoring, the kind that came from something clearly congested. Curiosity dared to peek through Zenith’s focus. “Wha-...Issat?” No…focus. There was no room for distraction in the face of an enemy that he both knew nothing about and was recognized to be beyond dangerous. Fortunately, he wouldn’t have to worry much longer-at least not as much- as all the mana seemed to drain into a seal etched in Shingen’s core, releasing him from his self inflicted bondage before he collapsed on the table for support. Zen grip tightened around the hilt not yet relinquishing his guard as the agent mentioned how things weren’t supposed to happen as they did. Zen’s hazel eyes glowed slightly, catching that the circulating mana around the Bureau agent had stabilized into something more familiar to him. Slowly, the swordsman stood himself upright, but didn’t return his blade back into the ether just yet. He did, however, let his gaze follow Shingen’s look of momentary confusion…finally laying eyes and the rotund sleeping wyvern, shaped like a balloon too heavy to hover off the ground. His brows furrowed, a couple seconds passing before he looked to Mephitis. Had he summoned this...Shitis?… Oh wait...uhhh…why were those out in the open now? Zen immediately felt it best to turn and watch Shingen once more, realizing that the wings likely did the dragon no favors in maintaining any modesty to his female form. The next moments were spent closely monitoring Shingen as he began to prepare to take his leave. Zen watched him cover Mephitis…and then requested his assistance. Only then did Zenith dismiss his blade, a flash of spatial distortion swallowing the weapon right out of his hands before he took slow steps toward Shingen. The architect of mana brought some promised treats to the table, before making his leave again…not once looking any of them in the eye. The retired assassin wouldn’t just let him go without aid and would gauge just how well he could move on his own as he moved towards Shingen. “It’s good to haf you back…are you ok?” If Shingen still showed signs of disorientation, Zen would be his crutch and take an arm around the back of his shoulders as he secured his waist-still shirtless. Right now that detail hardly mattered. He just wanted Shingen to be alright. After the man’s parting words, Zen would warp the two of them out of the dojo and back to the world outside the small pocket dimension. “There is no need to apologize,” his voice low and comforting despite what had occurred, “what matters is that you’re…you now.” What followed after the man’s apology, however, brought silence to his lips. He was the BoM’s target now…while it didn;t entirely surprise him, he knew it would require him to make his movements more discrete. “Alright…Thanks Shingen-I mean it.”╔══════════════════════╗
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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Posted: Sun Sep 29, 2024 10:18 am
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“You guys juss made an ugly baby!!!”
"SHUDDAP, DUM'a**!" Mephitis roared at as he glared right at Aella. The sheer stupidity of the statement she just made was so maddening for the young dragon. They didn't have a baby! That's not how babies were made! Clearly, his wild magic was acting up once again! As to why it decided to summon such a ridiculous creature to him, he had no idea. The damn thing couldn't protect him in any way with its pudgy form and it was even asleep! The world was just making fun of him again. Some big, dumb god was treating him like a play thing like they always did. He'd show them in the end. First though, he had to focus on a far bigger problem. A certain BoM agent had been locked up in a prison of mana and was acting very strangely.
Mephitis' feet slowly touched the ground as he started to prepare himself for a fight. Aella was moved to Mephitis side even, the left arm wrapped tight around her. She wouldn't be able to just wonder off. Meanwhile, Mephitis right hand started to lift up. The alcohol still plaguing his system was making it wobble to and fro. The fingers uncoordinated and uncertain of where they should even be right then. Still, the dragon seemed intent on casting a spell if Shingen made the wrong move. Luckily for everyone, it seemed as though the man was back to normal. The mana shackles disappearing from view and his voice took on its normal tone once more. Wasn't suppose to happen? What had happened exactly? Mephitis was still so confused and his drunken mind had no chance of figuring out all the complex details. All he could do was watch as Shingen stepped over and...
"Eh?" Mephitis looked down as man actually wrapped his suit jacket over her chest... Which was on completely on display... As in no cover at all... HOW LONG HAD IT BEEN LIKE THAT!?! That cute, feminine face that the dragon was sporting lit up bright red. His right hand suddenly darting to his chest and clasping the suit jacket as if it was a life-or-death situation. Sure, he had been up for taking his shirt off but he thought his bra would still be there when he did it! This was a completely different level of embarrassing for the mage. Although, who was actually looking at this point? The sudden change in mood started to rush across the dragon. Shingen was leaving and it didn't sound like there was any way to convince him to stay. Chromatic eyes just followed him slowly as he asked Zen to show him the door.
What happened? How bad had things just been?
Mephitis just stared off for a few seconds. Guess the party was over. The dragon would just stand there awkwardly, holding onto Aella even now. Once the snowy-haired girl spoke up again, Mephitis would immediately breath a thick plume of sleep gas in her direction. He was so done with her stupid antics for the night. Honestly, Mephitis was just done with the night as a whole. Sleep sounded nice. Only several seconds later, Mephitis would be seen floating through the air with a passed out Aella being carried like a princess within his arms. His control over his currently levitation spell good enough to get where he wanted to go, even if he was dipping, diving, and twirling around awkwardly. His aim was Aella's room first so he could put the girl to sleep.
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Posted: Mon Sep 30, 2024 7:01 pm
tab ❧ I'm the violence in the pouring rain.
In her hazy, alcohol-fueled stupor, Aella squinted at the mess of leathery wings in front of her face, pushing at them with the same determination one might use to swat away an overly affectionate houseplant. Meph’s wings were annoyingly sturdy, but eventually, she managed to get a peek through the scales chaos. Shingen. He looked…normal again. Alive! "Yay you dinnit kill you baby daddy— yous gets bonus points for that—" She began but then, for some unfathomable reason, Shingen started trying to leave!
“Wha-? Nooo! Wait! You can’ leaf!” she slurred, flailing like a fish on land. Her hands pushed against Meph’s chest, fingers squishing the supple flesh through the jacket but she barely noticed what she was touching. All she cared about was how frustratingly trapped she was, Mephitis had her locked down tighter than a clingy octopus. “You haffa take you ugly baby wiff you! Shitis—Shitis need his daaaaddddyyyy!”
Her voice hit a high, dramatic note, but Shingen—like the heartless monster he clearly was—kept walking, leaving behind the horrifically bloated wyvern that had somehow been birthed into existence.
Just as Aella geared up for one last protest, her eyelids grew heavy. The room spun in slow motion, and she felt her body sink back against Meph’s, her arms going limp. Her last thought before she drifted off was something about how rude it was to leave your ugly dragon baby behind.
Where: dojo dining room
With: Zen, Meph, Shingen
Doing: sleep
Wearing:
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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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2024 8:29 am
Even after everything, Zenith had helped him around. When he would act as his crutch, Zenith could feel Shingen’s frame trembling. Perhaps from the supernatural forced entry or from the sheer fear of what never should have been possible. But either way, the man had proved to be noble anyway. Once teleported out and to a nearby parking garage, Shingen let go of him and turned to face him. There was a fear deeply seated in the back of his gaze but Shingen did his best to put away his deep disturbances. ”Thank YOU, Zenith. For being so open with me and for letting me come by.” He looked out towards his car in the distance. ”I’ll get to the bottom of whatever that was. There’s too much going on I still don’t understand but I won’t stop until I do.” Shingen promised. Although it was meant to sound reassuring, it also meant unearthing deeper mysteries that might have been buried for the greater good. ”Take care.” He glanced to where Zenith stood and made hsi way to his vehicle.
[Exit]
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