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 Posted: Wed Nov 01, 2017 7:55 am
Another birthday had arrived, this being the first one for Paul in their new home. Destiny City had offered an array of options as far as dining went, yet they somehow still ended up in the dive bar near their house, a few blocks over. It wasn't glamorous by any means - the appetizer-level food was "alright" at best, the air had a permanent tinge of smoke to its smell and the television seemed to be the most updated thing in the building in the last fifteen years.
That being said, Paul had enjoyed himself immensely.
Twenty-eight meant reaching one more year closer to thirty and another year closer to becoming the old man that Noah enjoyed calling him every now and again. He'd spent the majority of it being lazy around the house (save for the very energy-tasking morning) but the last two hours had been spent watching the game (of which his team had won, talk about icing on the cake) while nursing a few beers. Nothing too heavy, nothing too fancy, just the way Paul liked it.
He at least had the courtesy to allow the taller man to don his jacket before his arm moved to drape over his shoulders, tugging him closer as they exited the bar and made their way into the chilly evening air. His own jacket remained open, sides fluttering against the breeze as the lingering effects of the alcohol in his system did its best to keep the burly man warm.
Knowing he could get away with murder on his special day, he made a point to lean over and press a gruff kiss against his spouse's cheek before turning back towards the sidewalk and asking jovially, "So are you up for making dinner when we get back or are we skipping straight to dessert?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 01, 2017 1:50 pm
Birthdays were the one day of the year where there were no rules, except the eating in the bedroom, and where the birthday boy was completely, absolutely spoiled.
It just so happened to be his husband's twenty-eighth birthday and their first celebration, besides christening their new home, since they had left Albany behind. Spending any amount of time in a bar was not his idea of a good time, but it didn't matter what his idea was or that he would have preferred to make a nice meal for Paul back home. Today was Paul's day and if he wanted to eat at some shitty bar, that's what they'd do.
"You're such a ******** sap," Noah snapped when lips pushed against his cheek. Still, his arm was looped around the burly man's frame and his fingers pressed against a hip bone as he tried to tug him closer. Exhaustion was settling into his bones from their exciting morning and his long hours at the office the night before but there was still so much time ahead of them before the clock struck 12:01 and it was no longer officially Paul's day.
That meant more spoiling was up ahead.
"If you want dinner, I'll make you dinner. If you want to skip, we skip."
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Posted: Wed Nov 01, 2017 5:16 pm
"And miss out on you making something that isn't rabbit food?" He couldn't help but grin, easily bumping sides with the taller man as they walked. It was nice, having the bar only a half mile away from the house. It meant if things got hairy at home and he needed to step out for a bit... well, it wasn't too far to the nearest bottle that wasn't secured behind lock and key, at least.
Thought of dessert had other parts of his mind stirring, large fingers nudging as he guided the other man to the edge of the sidewalk, up until the point where the mouth of the alleyway opened up. It didn't take much effort to shove the ginger towards the brick wall, moving to stand in front of him as opposed to the side.
One arm extended out, palm falling flat on the brick as he stared into stormy eyes.
"I think we should work up an appetite first, don't you?"
A jaw tilt later and he was stealing a kiss from his favorite dessert of all.
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2017 8:54 am
"Excuse me for giving a s**t about what we put down our throats." Noah shot back, but there was no heat in his voice. If anything, there was a touch of fondness to it even when he rolled his eyes at his husband. When nudged and guided towards the alleyway, the redhead didn't resist and looked smugly at the brunette when he coaxed him back against the brick wall.
"We don't need to work up your appetite, you're always hungry." He didn't bother specifying what for because he was busying himself by hooking fingers through Paul's belt loops and using the grip to tug the man closer.
From there it was easy to deepen the kiss, the barest hints of a grin on the redhead's mouth. His mouth opened and his tongue ran along Paul's bottom lip before the sound of something being knocked over further down the alley distracted him. "You hear that?" He asked, breaking the kiss to peer down the stretch of darkness. His grip on Paul's jeans tightened before he released the man and gently pushed him back.
"Pause." He was already slipping beneath the propped arm to investigate.
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2017 10:42 am
A groan escaped as the tongue brushed against his mouth. The kid really knew how to tease and while Paul was preparing to push firmer against the taller man to let him know just how much he was enjoying the attention, the hands on his jeans squeezed tighter.
The question went in one ear and out the other as the birthday boy was far too invested in their impromptu make out session to pay attention to whatever stray animal was feasting on the trash down the way. He had better things to focus on - namely the hot ginger pressed against the wall in front of him.
A low whine slipped out as Noah shoved him away, the older man clearly disappointed in the sudden cease in affection. "C'mon, kiddo, it's probably just some ********' cat or raccoon or some s**t."
Granted the noise sounded a lot larger than a cat but hey, whatever the ******** it was, it wasn't bothering them, so why should they bother it?
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2017 12:01 pm
Besides, they'd been in town long enough for Noah to pick up some jobs around the city and that meant he got a nice up close and personal view of the city's problems. "Come on Paulie, I'll make it up to you later, alright?" Compromising was not their strongest of suits but it was Paul's birthday and Noah was doing his damnest to keep his moods in check to ensure that his handsome husband had the best ******** birthday. Being interrupted by some ******** creature was definitely on his rather not list and he was going to take measures to not. Except. "What the ******** is that."
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2017 2:52 am
He offered a heavy shrug in response; Paul had heard some of Noah's cases to know that mysterious things went on in the city. Sure, some of it was unexplainable but, hell, wasn't like there was anything out there that he couldn't handle.
"Yeah, yeah, whatev-"
He froze when Noah's voice dropped, clearly staring at something not right. The hairs on the back of his neck prickled and without thinking, he began to shed his jacket.
"What is it?"
Stepping forward, eyes narrowed as he peered into the darkness of the alleyway. Another loud noise had the lingering remains of his grin fading, the hands at his side curling up into fists.
Sure enough, there was a shadow in the darkness but while it looked like a human, it also looked like something definitely not human.
"The ******** class="quote">Nuxaz
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Posted: Sun Nov 05, 2017 7:49 pm
Immediately a hand was on the front of Paul's shirt, insistent hand pushing him back and away as whatever the ******** started to stretch up and --
For all that was--
"Get back!" Noah was pushing on Paul's chest futilely trying to push him back and away. It was probably pointless and the redhead could already see all the ways his husband would move to put himself between him and the...
The ******** snake lady that was uncurling and blinking dull green eyes at them.
"Who goess there?" The creature hissed head tilting as her gaze fixed upon the pair of men. The hiss in her voice and the slight drawing out of her ses were stilted as if she'd been working on reigning them in. Her long body slithered forward and Noah could feel his heart drop, the thudding against his ribs almost loud enough to leave his ears ringing.
"Paul, we need to go. Now." His tone left no room for arguments and he dared to turn his back on the snake creature to shove the burlier man back with two hands. "Go."
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2017 8:40 am
He expected a rise out of whatever the ********> was lurking in the alley, but the sudden shove against his chest from the other man was the last thing that Paul Jones expected.
The sudden push left him unbalanced, one foot forcing itself backwards to catch himself while his hands rose up from his sides. His glance towards the she-devil or whatever hellspawn was talking to them was distracted, wide eyes turning towards the frantic sounding voice of the younger man urging him back.
No - no - Noah didn't have the.... no, he was the brains of the two, Paul was the one who was supposed to be the muscle - what the <********> did the kid think he was doing???
His jaw was set, the muscle twitching as he debated between grabbing for the younger man's wrist and grabbing for the knife wrapped around his ankle, beneath the leg of his jeans.
Eyes searched Noah's alarmed expression while his heart continued to race, beating in that familiar rhythm that called to him, that his blood sang for.
Fightfightfightfight.
One hand reached out... and ultimately chose his husband, thick fingers moving to slip around his wrist. Monsters be damned, his priority was standing before him and his urge to get into a back alley brawl with Satan's mistress would have to be set aside for another day.
"Come on then, kiddo," he snapped gruffly, "You know my a** ain't leaving without yours."
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2017 11:47 am
While Noah was pushing Paul back, the creature had begun to slither forward and the ginger was certain he caught sight of a head full of snakes. At first, he'd been convinced it was his imagination before he saw one of her dreads ******** move.
What the actual ******** them medussssa> the snakes whispered in her ear and there was a flash of fangs that threatened to make his blood run cold.
"Men are ssstringy," she seemed to whine and Noah found stormy eyes widening the more she spoke.
"I know, I know." Normally cool and collected Noah Jones sounded stressed and strained. "Just move you ******** a*****e."
Behind him, Medi was slithering forward, her eyes beginning to glaze over when she tried to lock them with purple.*ghouliboo *Gorgon's Gaze: When she wills it, Medi's eyes can glaze over and, when this gaze meets directly with another's, it can temporarily paralyze her opponent/target in question for an upwards of 15 seconds, unless agreed otherwise. Afterwards, her prey will slowly regain their motor abilities (albeit, they may be feeling a little stiff) and can escape.
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2017 7:00 am
He still didn't like the fact that Noah was keeping himself between the burly man and the monster. The ******** could run, he could swim, but when it came to goddamn fighting, he needed to stay the <********> in his garden and leave the fisticuffs to the men with lesser brain cells and lesser ******** to spare.
For whatever reason, the ginger had suddenly gotten some heroic bug up his a** and wasn't leaving well enough alone - why the <********> wasn't he running, if he was expecting Paul to?
The snake-head thing was gaining speed and Paul said ******** it. Noah could get mad at him later, it was his goddamn birthday and if he wanted to have a goddamn fight and save a goddamn day, he was going to goddamn do it.
His grip released on Noah's wrist as his free hand balled itself into a fist. Moving to the other side of his partner, he sneered, "Got a problem with men, Scales? Because you're about to make me one--"
His arm raised as he stepped forward, but Paul Jones made the mistake of looking directly into the youma's eyes and felt his body tense up immediately. The sneer had a split second to turn into an expression that read what the ********> before the larger man froze where he stood, a perfect, angry statue.
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Posted: Tue Nov 14, 2017 5:08 pm
Logically Noah knew that putting himself between a monster and his burly husband who fought people for a living (more or less) was a stupid idea. But, when you loved someone you did stupid s**t and that meant that instinct had the redhead putting himself in the middle of the soon to be skirmish.
Or had, up until Paul got between them.
"Paul--" He had started to protest, even as the creature slithered closer with fangs gleaming in the low light that filled the alleyway from the street lamps, only to cut off when the man suddenly went rigid. "Paul?" He tried to push the man, tugged on his arm to try and do something and it proved to be to no avail. "What are you doing?" He hissed, only to find a shadow eclipsing him and once again drawing his attention away.
"s**t, ********--" He whirled, heart hammering in his chest while stormy eyes flicked this way and that trying to find something he could use to ward her off.
"Looksss like you're out of luck," Medi hissed, teeth flashing and her hair snakes arching up and hissing at Noah and his companion. Her tail came around, lifting to strike at him, right when a bow staff appeared before him.
With widened eyes he reached for it and was engulfed in a soft purple light. He didn't give himself a chance to think about it (or notice the sudden clothing change) before he was taking said staff and attempting to swat the creature away.
"We're not gonna be your ******** dinner b***h," he snarled, catching her across the cheek and sending her spiraling into the dumpster.
He knew it wouldn't stay down long.
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Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2017 12:27 pm
Frozen in place, Paul Jones had only felt this terrified one other time in his life.
He wasn't even scared on his own behalf - sure, it was a cheap shot, using her hyno-whatever-bullshit on him - but the panic in Noah's voice and the clear attempt at stopping the snake from eating either of them told him that Noah wasn't getting the ******** out of there.
Eyes darted around, the only movable body part he had for the time being. The tugging on his arm ceased and he could feel his heart thump erratically in his statuesque chest. Where had he gone?
"s**t, ******** curse ended abruptly, followed by the oncoming snake monster that Paul, frustratingly enough, couldn't do a damn thing about. Muscles screamed as he tried to move, tried to force some part of him to fight back against the paralysis but nothing seemed to work. ******** hell on Earth, if Noah got himself killed, what the ******** was he going to d--
He saw a flash of red, followed by flashes of blue and silver. Some crazed hellion had apparently taken it upon himself to fight back the medusa creature in front of the duo, with only a stick, even. Noah wasn't saying anything - there wasn't a tug on his body either. Had the ginger run off for help?
About the time the Mother of All Snakes was tossed over into the garbage, he felt his right hand tremble. Another jerk, another forcible head turn and Paul finally, finally found himself able to move. The first thing he did was glance back in search of his spouse..... who was most definitely not occupying the empty alleyway opening. s**t. s**t.
Turning back around (sluggishly, which only pissed him off further), he stared at the redheaded stranger, more than willing to leave him to play superhero. If his definition for having a fun night was saving two strangers from a snake b***h, he was more than welcome to it. If it had just been him, Paul would have been more than happy to toss in a few of his own licks, but the absence of Noah Jones had his heart running at an alarming rate and the older man wanted to ensure his safe return home before he did something stupid. Okay, before he did something more stupid than usual, like fighting a monster snake woman.
"Hey," he called out, voice low and irritable. One thumb gestured out towards the street behind them, "Which way did the tall guy go?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2017 9:15 am
Medi groaned from where she lay crumpled against the dumpster, her snakes hissing in her ear.
<Medusssa, get up. Get up!>
Her human hands pushed against the gravel and loose pieces of trash that'd escaped from torn garbage bags. The scent from the human waste filled her nose and she hissed in disgust. It took great effort, but she was rising up and her teeth flashed.
She'd been hungry before, now she was just mad.
Meanwhile, Noah didn't understand what the ******** his husband was doing, turning around in the alleyway looking for something.
"What the ******** is wrong with you Paul?" He snapped, his patience run thin despite it being the man's birthday. If they didn't get their asses out and home, she was going to get back up and who knew what she was going to do to them. "What-- Are you ******** drunk or some s**t? 'Tall guy'? I'm right here--"
He was cut off, the snake creature having lunged at him and tossing him into the nearby wall. "s**t, s**t!" He practically screamed, hand pushing her face back to no avail.
Her teeth sunk into his arm and he howled in pain.ghouliboo it's effecting gomorrah but y'know for reference
Snake Bite: Along with her tangled mess of hair snakes, Medi can produce a venom from her fangs that, if injected in her bite, will cause a burning pain throughout the infected area. It's up to the player's discretion whether or not this pain is accompanied by nausea or other sickness brought on by the bite, but the duration of the venom's pain will last between 30-45 seconds.
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2017 10:12 am
The hairs on the back of his neck prickled as the stranger turned to insult him. He knew his name, which automatically raised both his defenses and suspicions. Mentioning being drunk didn't help, all things considered, and as Paul was about to find himself getting hostile with Stick Boy, the snake woman decided to take things into her own hands. Scales. Whatever.
It didn't take a genius to see that the redhead was in trouble. Massive monster, pinning a gangly, foul-mouthed ******** against the wall. Not exactly looking good for the a*****e in question, but there was an ominous feeling that burrowed its way in the base of his spine, watching the young man yell out. When the teeth pierced flesh and the holler that came after lit the alleyway up, Paul knew he couldn't just stand back and watch the poor ******** get murdered - regardless of whether or not he actually knew him.
Fists curled into balls and he took a step forward, just in time for him to nearly run directly into some hovering piece of jewelry. Thread? Had the spiders in the alley gotten bored with their normal s**t - what the ******** ever, it didn't matter.
One hand brushed aside the charm, fingers inadvertently tangling with the cold, silver chain. He too failed to notice the soft, purple light enveloping his entire body, violet eyes focused on the monster and not the sudden additional clothing that had wrapped itself around his six-foot frame. The only thing that made him pause was the soft, gentle whisper of Sodooooom in the back of his mind - but it didn't stop both calloused hands from raising up.
Fingers dove into the nest of snakes, grabbing the first two he could take hold of and yank backwards, trying to pull the she-b***h from off the ginger stranger. The others didn't seem to care much for their snake brethren's treatment, snapping and biting at his fingers as Paul exhaled through his nostrils, bracing himself for the sharp, needle-like pain that shot through his arms.
Grunting as he pulled her back, the older man grinned.
"Think you need someone with a little more meat on their bones for dinner, lady."
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