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TDM #15
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The Lobby.
- When you open your eyes, there is quite a lot of beige to take in. The unassuming walls of the room you've found yourself in are barren save for a single motivational poster directly in your line of sight. An illuminated sign above an open door on the far wall reads 'lobby exit.'
"Welcome," chimes a polite, synthesized voice. "I'm happy you're here." A moment later comes the clarity of the situation: you have died and so has the world you came from. "This is Amani, your new reality," continues The Peacekeeper. "Everything will be fine."
At least you aren't the only one here, you'll soon find out, as others who are just as confused and concerned as you are might be mingling on the main hub's first floor. Hopefully, you find a familiar face among the crowd. If not, that's all right. You'll get to know quite a few people very well soon enough.
- If you're one of the unlucky few whose death required a bit more intensive re-coding to maintain stability in the simulation, you'll instead awaken on a bed in the infirmary. Everything is strikingly white save for the occasional string of vines with lavender growing in bursts to help keep people calm. Whether or not it works seems to be on a case-by-case basis.
While there is active medical staff, the voice of The Peacekeeper is also there to explain the situation in a more delicate manner to these individuals. It's already stressful enough having to have gone through such a violent death, after all!
If characters want more questions answered, they'll need to speak to The Peacekeeper directly. But first, it will encourage socialization in the main hub and hopefully, you'll find someone you recognize to make taking things in a little easier.
WHAT
The fifteenth Amani TDM!
WHEN
May 22nd, 2024 (and until the next TDM!)
KINKS OF THE MONTH
★ Suspension
★ Cockwarming
★ Edging
★ Felching
★ Knotting
★ Cockwarming
★ Edging
★ Felching
★ Knotting
WHAT'S YOUR DTF STATUS?
If the main hub and its features don't appeal to you, that's perfectly fine. This is the perfect time to configure your Digitized Technical Friend or your DTF status. A DTF is similar to a dæmon from His Dark Materials in that it is connected to and a reflection of a character's soul. These DTFs take shape accordingly and are projections similar to the NPCs. Think of them as your own personal Clippy except less annoying. Hopefully.
Once that's set-up, there are other locations of the main hub to investigate! You can visit the training grounds, music lounge, library, and onsen. Also, feel free to leave an offering for the deity of sleep (Hypnos) at his shrine! You can even visit The Peacekeeper themselves on the second floor. They're always happy to have visitors! They're also conveniently where you might place a complaint about that status of the main hub and its amenities. Even if you do complain, The Peacekeeper will encourage new inhabitants to set off and find their own place to live out in the simulation.
Granted, the housing market in the afterlife isn't exactly robust. It doesn't help that nearly every place you find has a leaky roof or broken window. No, unfortunately, that will need to be fixed the peaceful way. If you'd like more lighting or even cozier clothes, simulation inhabitants are reminded that 'peaceful interactions' are very important!
It might be a good idea to stick close to someone you know, for now, since even the smallest amounts of intimacy might see subtle changes occurring where they're staying. Perhaps that broken window is now fixed, the grime and dust seem a little less, or the floor doesn't creak quite as loud.
Larger changes, however, will only come after demonstrating more powerful peaceful interactions. If you want new hardwood floors or a fresh coat of paint on the walls, you're going to have to demonstrate how well you 'get along' with others against them first.
Once that's set-up, there are other locations of the main hub to investigate! You can visit the training grounds, music lounge, library, and onsen. Also, feel free to leave an offering for the deity of sleep (Hypnos) at his shrine! You can even visit The Peacekeeper themselves on the second floor. They're always happy to have visitors! They're also conveniently where you might place a complaint about that status of the main hub and its amenities. Even if you do complain, The Peacekeeper will encourage new inhabitants to set off and find their own place to live out in the simulation.
Granted, the housing market in the afterlife isn't exactly robust. It doesn't help that nearly every place you find has a leaky roof or broken window. No, unfortunately, that will need to be fixed the peaceful way. If you'd like more lighting or even cozier clothes, simulation inhabitants are reminded that 'peaceful interactions' are very important!
It might be a good idea to stick close to someone you know, for now, since even the smallest amounts of intimacy might see subtle changes occurring where they're staying. Perhaps that broken window is now fixed, the grime and dust seem a little less, or the floor doesn't creak quite as loud.
Larger changes, however, will only come after demonstrating more powerful peaceful interactions. If you want new hardwood floors or a fresh coat of paint on the walls, you're going to have to demonstrate how well you 'get along' with others against them first.
THE SEXY COMPENDIUM
Upon arrival to Amani, new inhabitants will be notified almost immediately of the sexy compendium that's uploaded to their DTF! This compendium lists all of the flora, fauna, unique geography, and miscellaneous items in Amani that might be worth looking at.
This database will update with seasonal highlights or places and items that might follow a theme! For example, the current theme is 'M' for May which means mushrooms,mermaids, and more!
While established inhabitants already know about all these things, it can't hurt to be reminded of what this simulated afterlife has to offer!
This database will update with seasonal highlights or places and items that might follow a theme! For example, the current theme is 'M' for May which means mushrooms,mermaids, and more!
While established inhabitants already know about all these things, it can't hurt to be reminded of what this simulated afterlife has to offer!
- ★ Mushroom Madness » Due to a combination of heightened humidity and rising temperatures, the fungi of the simulation are thriving. There are walking mushrooms - some even bigger than a person! - roaming about now.
And although usually a more rare occurrence, now found just about everywhere in the grasslands are a type of mushroom called changelings that typically grows in rings formations formally called 'fairy rings'. It's spores are able to physically alter both living and non-living things. Changes usually aren't immediate after stepping through a ring. Usually. Due to the current (albeit temporary) strange behavior, anyone that steps into a ring will immediately change their species.
Transformations are to closely-similar things: Humans to elves, animals to other animals, etc. In Amani, the longer you are transformed the more characters will find themselves with a slowly building insatiable lust. To reverse the transformation, usually all you need to do is wash the spores off and wait, but here there is the additional requirement: intimacy.
★ Thunderwyrms » Summer storms have been rolling through Amani lately and that means inhabitants new and old need to be on the lookout for one of the more deadly creatures of the simulation. Massive monstrous solitary worms that sleep and travel deep underground, thunderwyrms literally eat through the earth and are only drawn to the surface during storms. When they erupt from the earth, they are capable of massive destruction and then vanish without a trace. A thunderwyrm then spends its time underground digesting everything it devoured and increasing its size.
★ Mermaids » Near the coral reef in the ocean's shallows, there often swims a mermaid or two. While they were discovered to be linked mentally, they are a collective versus a hiveminded species though their leader Legion does have the ability to watch through their eyes. A kiss from a mermaid grants one a temporary aquatic adjustment of their own and ability to breathe beneath water temporarily. Though they have the instinct to drown anyone that endangers the reef, prove you mean no harm and they'll leave you be. Unless you venture into the waters at night. During the darkest hours, a separate species of mermaid swims dangerously around the reef. Although it looks like a beautiful maiden from above the waves, below her tail opens up to have a giant maw that catches fish to eat. You would be quite the treat!
★ (Docile) Daggerquills » Brightly colored bird boasting extremely tough tail feathers. Its pretty plumage is a familiar sight to the folks of it's homeland, Eos, who hunt the bird for sport. Daggerquill down is often sewn into the lining of coats and blankets for added warmth. Farmers in the region even use daggerquill droppings to rejuvenate infertile soil. It's tail feathers are sharp enough to be used as simple weapons. Attempting to battle these 8' long birds without a form of ranged weaponry is highly discouraged. ...Even if they are tasty.
Lately, an increase in population of these birds has been noted as well as a personality shift among some of them. There are quite a number of them that appear more docile than usual and would be perfect to perch nearby for a photo opportunity. So long as you don’t mean them any harm, they’ll be content to hang out and be part of your #afterlifeselfie collection.
SEXY STAMP CARD
If you're wondering about these 'peaceful interactions' that keep being mentioned or what the kinks of the month are for... Here's your answer! Upon arrival, all characters will receive a digital copy of their very own sexy stamp card.
Completing peaceful interactions (i.e. kinks) will reward characters with stamps that they can turn in for re-gains and many other things! While the example one here is the standard issued card by The Peacekeeper, players are more than welcome to customize it how they see fit. Have fun with it!NOTES
Completing peaceful interactions (i.e. kinks) will reward characters with stamps that they can turn in for re-gains and many other things! While the example one here is the standard issued card by The Peacekeeper, players are more than welcome to customize it how they see fit. Have fun with it!
★ Feel free to check out the sexy compendium and also use whatever is listed there as you like! What's mentioned on the TDM are just suggestions and not only what's available! We want interested players to be able to make their own fun with what Amani has to offer and not feel limited to just the prompts provided here.
★ We are currently at 21/40 slots taken! Anyone wishing to claim a character must have an invite from someone currently in the game and follow the proper rules in place to be accepted into the community!
NAVIGATION
Cor Leonis | FFXV
II.Bright Skies
III.Memories
I. Arrival - Full Circle Reunion
It is here in the Hub that he finds so much more than he ever could have bargained for. He is gazing through the lens of his trusty Lokton when a bit of motion catches his eye. With the skill of a seasoned photographer, he follows it and focuses in...
...Only for the breath to be utterly stolen from his lungs. The camera drops, dangling from the strap around his neck. This can't be. His racing mind insists it has to be a nightmare. A form all too familiar rests against a wall by the infirmary in a gruesome state. Bloodied, exhausted, and battered- yet unmistakable as one Cor Leonis.
As often is his norm, Prompto's feet carry him before his mind catches up, and he's sprinting towards the man. What the hell happened to him?! Last he heard back home, Cor was with the Glaives working to fight back against the daemonic incursion amid the ruins of Insomnia.
"Cor!? Holy crap, hang on!!!"
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Well, he'd heard Gladio ribbing him for it before but he couldn't help wondering if some part of it hadn't been a little bit of his influence, with the way he'd left his facial hair in a manner so similar to his own.
"Prompto." A single acknowledgment, a nod, incredibly collected and unconcerned for a man burned and bleeding onto the floor. Injuries have never been something to slow him down, however. Well. To stop him at least, even he has to admit he's not moving half so quickly as he might like.
"His Highness?" Only barely a question, pale gaze lifting over the blond's shoulder. Prompto, and the others, are meant to be escorting the True King to his rightful place. Surely there would not be one without the others.
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Of course that wouldn't matter. This is Cor. Of course his duty comes first before all else. The stoic Immortal is and always has been laser-focused on that, for as long as Prompto knew him. Loyal to a scary extent. Duty-bound would be an insult of a descriptor to the level he's on.
"Hey, you serious right now???" Prompto reaches an arm forward in a bid to offer his shoulder to steady Cor. "Y-yeah, he's here, but can we take a little pause and, I dunno, worry about the shape you're in right now?! What happened?!"
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Anyone else who puts their all into politics, or the military...
They're in it for the long haul. Come hell or high water.
And even just when he'd first met him at a young age, Ignis had looked up at this man who stayed so close to the king's side and thought that it would be straight through hell if needed. Even just from a distance, something in Ignis's young heart had been so certain about that with Cor Leonis. It's been a quiet honor to get to know him over the years as he's trained to be Noctis's retainer.
It's also alarming and horrifying in equal measure to be making his way through the hub only to find that familiar presence bleeding and slumped at a door.
"Cor!" The voice may waver between familiar and strangely nostalgic for the man, and the reason for the latter half of that description will become apparent when he sees a blast from the past running straight for him - hair unstyled, eyes clear. "Hold on, we'll get you somewhere safe immediately." But first, there's that shimmer of light, and he's already getting a hi-potion applied immediately.
Even at this age, he's attentive and ready to help function as back-up for such matters.
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Slipping through hallways unseen and unheard, observing and listening.
It's no wonder he doesn't hear Ignis' steps until there's a shout of his name and his head shoots up. He's immediately away from the wall, reaching for a blade he doesn't have, eyes scanning the halls as though he expects someone, something, to be on Ignis' heels, part of him wondering both at how Ignis knew he was there at all and another marveling at hearing his name from a man so determined to be professional and, despite how much closer they'd grown over the long years of The Night, still insisted on calling him Marshal.
As though there were any Crownsguard left to marshal.
None of which could have prepared him for the boy that approached him. He doesn't even have time to argue about the scarcity of potions, too caught up in staring at the boy before him. Because he certainly is that. Ignis' focus may be on Cor and his injuries but Cor- He's left staring at Ignis, torn between something like wonder and absolute heartbreak.
He must be dead. Truly. They all must be. How else could such a thing exist? Or perhaps he's delirious from the blood loss. It does little to really clean his hand but he does wipe it against his pant leg, removing the worst of the blood and soot. Then his hand lifts, knuckles brushing ever so faintly against the edge of Ignis' cheekbone, resting lightly beside the arm of his glasses, staring into those clear green eyes.
"How...?"
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Yet still, he is young - young and from better brighter times, shown in the soft fat of his cheeks that gives just a little from the press of his knuckles. No longer drawn and thing from constant work, from the scarcity of a world gone dark.
So it catches him by surprise to see 'the Immortal' Cor in such a state. Surprises him, too, for that hand to be so tender along his cheek, and there's a pause, uncertainty flashing in those eyes that are still so intensely green, before he manages to pull himself together. "There is a great deal to explain, but not now," he says, pulling himself together again - and finally applying the hi-potion. Cor probably needs a great deal more than that, quite frankly, but it's a first step. "Is there anything else I should take note of - confusion, poison?"
Granted, he's already looking for the signs himself, so he technically doesn't need Cor's response... but it's important for people to keep talking sometimes so that they stay awake.
Which, he understands, can be a problem with Cor, the talking.
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II.
Not for the worse or better, just changed. So has she. ]
It's a good thing fish are bothered by sound and not looks, [ she teases, giving a light smile up at the man where she now stands not too far away from his side. Despite the heat usually meaning she wore less than more, she's got on a pink, frilled short-sleeved blouse and long white skirt on. Her hair is tied by vines up in a messy bun with a couple of curls falling out to frame her face. ] And a good thing I'm not bothered by either! Penny for your thoughts, maybe? If not, that's fine too.
I know it's a lot when you first get here. Sometimes you just need the quiet.
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Still for as aware as he is of everything around him none of it makes sense and seeing a woman dressed in something so light and casual is jarring in its own right. How could anyone wear something so fragile in such a dark world, when every hand was needed to desperately try to keep the power running, food growing, the barriers around the city intact. His own clothes had been run into ruin until he'd finally had to surrender the jacket he'd kept and repaired and had refitted for decades. The heavy materials of the Kingsglaive uniform eventually replacing it. Now even that was damaged, probably beyond repair, but he had nothing else to replace it so he continued to wear it, even with one sleeve missing, the left shoulder frayed and singed and that arm in a sling to keep his shoulder stabilized.]
A lot. [He repeats with a slow, careful nod, a note of disbelief in his tone. Icy eyes lift to the skylights overhead, squinting against the brilliant sunlight. She has no idea, really. Still he can hardly fault her for that, strange as it is to have someone approach him like this. Not just because he is a severe man and his expression conveys that, but because few would so brazenly walk up to The Immortal for small talk.
No, not few. No one. Even Monica would not dare.]
Not so much the quiet as... [Another glance up at the sky beyond.] the light.
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The light? [ she questions, tilting her head slightly before looking up. She closes her eyes and gives a hum at the gentle warmth of the sunlight. After a moment, she's beaming up at him again herself. ]
Well, there's plenty of it here so hopefully you get used to it! [ Literally and metaphorically, but they can focus on the literal for right now.
She almost makes a remark about getting used to her, too, since she's been here so long but... Well, after Seteth- Rosie knows her staying isn't as certain as before. Anyone can leave in a blink so best not to tempt fate by saying how she's one of the few remaining from the start. ] But if you ever need a break, I can dim the lights at my record shop for some relief. Rosie's Records, named by and after the owner: me!
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I...ish. Arrival - at the royal abode
"I found Cor, and he was in serious condition. I managed to get him medical attention but he won't let me see anything. Please guilt trip him and/or use royal authority on him. Thank you.
P.S. What do you want for dessert tonight?"
Cor. Cor Leonis, here? If there's one person who fits the kind of place Amani is the least, Noctis would say it's Cor. The marshal's going to hate it here, Noctis is certain.
But there's also a pang of...not dread, but maybe nerves? At the thought that Cor is here. What point in time has he come from? Does he know Noctis as the uncooperative, spoiled prince or a king he has yet to become? What is Cor expecting?
Can Noctis, even now, possibly live up to what Cor is expecting? He really doubts it.
A younger Noctis might have just tried to avoid Cor for as long as he could, but that's not who he is anymore. He has to at least try to show Cor that he's made progress, that he's ready and willing to do everything and more for the sake of all those people who are depending on him. That he can be even a fraction of the king his father was. And maybe...maybe Cor will be proud of him.
How long will you remain the protected? The king entrusted the role of protector to you.
He always had faith in you, that when the time came, you would ascend for the sake of your people.
Noctis never knew whether Cor shared that faith. Maybe he's about to find out.
He starts for the stairs, but pauses at the top. What is it Iggy always says about making the right impression? Something something professional appearance something...Noctis glances down at his casual outfit and heads back into his room to change. But into what? Too casual, and he can practically hear Ignis saying he looks 'unkempt.' Too formal, and Cor might think he's trying to...replace Regis or something, so that's no good either.
Eventually, he settles on something that's somewhere in between and hopes it's good enough. Only then does he make his way down the stairs to wherever Ignis has stashed the marshal. Cor will find a Noctis who looks more like his younger self than the one who will sit the throne, but visibly somewhere in between. Still clean-shaven, but his hair's gotten a little longer and his face is a bit closer to the shape and definition it will have in eight more years.
"Um...hey, Cor. Heard you were here."
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Perhaps it's a little selfish as well, Cor has not had a meal with ingredients that didn't come from a can in years.
What he couldn't possibly prepare for is the young man that enters the room, so close to the boy they lost so long ago but dressed in a crisp jacket that immediately reminds Cor of his own Crownsguard uniform. There are other hints of the King that he last saw in the boy across the room, the sharpness of his cheekbones, the definition of his jaw. Features that remind him of his father. Those vibrant blue eyes still as stunning his mother's.
Cor is embarrassed with how long it takes him to make it to his feet. Only a brief hesitation but his body is moving slower than he'd like. Then he's on his feet, head bowed, fist pressed over the edge of the sling above his heart in salute that is only made slightly awkward by his injuries.
"Your H-Majesty." Just the faintest hint of a breath towards his former title before he corrects himself.
Ravus Nox Fleuret || FFXV
I. Prompto || Adakrys
And then there’s the heat. It flushes his face and neck, makes his body feel strange. There’s a kind of tug between his ribs like he’s meant to seek something out, but only the Six know what that is. He’s not even going to think, not even consider, the fact it’s rapidly spreading to his groin too.
Logically, Ravus thinks, he must simply need to cool down. And if he’s half-crocodile at this point, then a large body of water is the answer. Yes, that makes sense. He’ll just slip into the water, shake this heat, then get back to figuring out what the hell went wrong.
So that’s how Prompto will find him. Almost entirely submerged in the river, desperately trying to will away
an erectionhis condition with sheer determination and cold water. The slopes of his heavy horns loom over the water, and his DTF lies on the shoreline making fun of him for looking the part of a proper gator.Vesper lifts his head to call the blond over the moment he spots him.
“Spots, c’mere! Like the real thing, huh?” The unicorn nods to where Ravus is leering at him from just barely over the water’s surface. “He’s being a grouchy sahagin.”
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So it is during one such excursion that Prompto hears a voice that while still new to him, rings as familiar- that of the unicorn Vesper, the spunky DTF belonging to none other than Ravus Nox Fleuret. "Spots? That's a new one. Y'know Ravus is like, a grumpy gus by default right?" He laughs, strolling towards Vesper with a lopsided grin. "This isn't anything n- oh. Oh."
The crocodilian Ravus floating upon the water's surface is a sight for sore eyes to be sure. He completely and utterly derails Prompto's train of thought. "Oh boy. Looks like you found out one of the little features of this place, huh big man? Hang on."
Impulsive as ever, Prompto does not think of the sexy and/or embarrassing ramifications that are a hallmark of Amani nonsense. Instead he's immediately jogging to the river bank, waving for the floating man to come ashore.
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"I wouldn't do that if I were you~" the unicorn sing-songs, pointedly not moving to stop Prompto.
Ravus, who has been watching with a dedicated leer, swishes his tail in agitation. He doesn't want to leave the water for a multitude of reasons. It's just murky enough to hide most of his form, and it's not terribly cold either. The added weight of the horns and tail get supported, and nobody has to know about the... more pressing part of his predicament.
"It is unwise for you to be out here, Prompto," Ravus says, just barely lifting his head from the water to speak. "I have warned you before." Except the danger hadn't included himself last time. But when he'd last encountered the blond, Ravus hadn't remembered the scent of him being so... interesting. Warm, but strange. A mix of the sweet scent of the forests that surround the river, and the sharpness of steel. Bizarre... fascinating.
Yet he finds himself coming when called, the sway of his tail gliding him close to the shoreline, but still unwilling to go in water too shallow. He stays just far away enough to make sure his lower half stays hidden, but his pale chest, now adorned by pearly scales, glistens wet and dripping. There's a faint flush to his neck and cheeks, too.
"I would not call these 'features' before 'terrible inconveniences.'"
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TW injuries/blood
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II. Cor || Cretaceous
So hiding it is. Again.
But this time he hides where he thinks people like Ignis and Prompto won't come searching for him. As... Satisfying... As their company had been, he's trying to preserve his dignity here.
So he hides in the onsen. Much like an actual crocodile. It still seems right in his almost literal lizard brain now. His shoulders and neck ache so much less with the heat and water bouying all the extra weight of his new appendages.
Of course, hiding somewhere meant for people means, well, people show up. Hopefully he's not altogether noticeable, or if he is, no one thinks to slip in with him. Which is a big ask from a fickle mistress like fate, especially given she likes to mess with him.
Maybe he'll be lucky today, and not have to deal with the mortifying concept of being perceived. Or anyone seeing his dick.
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So when Gladio not-so-subtly mentions the onsen.... well he's certain they'll drag him if he doesn't go on his own. Loathe as he is to step away from them all, these poor men that have been through so much, that have the impossible here in the opportunity to be with one another again. Well. He's heard more things in that house than he ever had any desire to. Giving the boys some time to themselves is as much for him as them.
He rather wants to feel out the damage to his shoulder without any of them hovering around him either. Between the fact that he steps up to the pool with his free hand still working the ties of the sling that has immobilized his arm since he arrived and the fact that someone is intentionally avoiding notice... it's little wonder that it's not until he's waist deep in the warm water and easing the sling over his head that he sees the flash of those mismatched eyes.
The defensive stance he falls into immediately is so deeply ingrained he couldn't stop doing it if he tried. But he has no blade to reach for and with his left shoulder a deep mottled purple and black he is certainly at a disadvantage. It doesn't even occur to him, that the arching horns and thick tail might be in the possession of someone still in control of themselves. He has seen too many men corrupted by the Scourge over the years.
Those icy eyes do not leave the other, though his brow begins to furrow. Surely not-
"Ravus?"
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Well, he surely didn't think finding Cor the Immortal while they're naked in an onsen was ever going to be a situation, but here they are.
The stance he takes immediately has Ravus bristling, his own nature to rise to any challenge fighting with the fact his lizard brain wants to admire the new
prettything in his territory. But after a moment, he huffs, which just translates to a few bubbles on the water's surface.Ravus rights himself just enough to bring his chin above the water, and levels Cor a look that is too annoyed to be anything but intelligent, and not, say, a slabbering daemon.
"Be at ease, Leonis. If I'd wanted to strike, I'd have done so already, and long before this."
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III. Obsidian || Lagomorph
So Vesper continues to chatter at him, mostly about how Ravus’ solitary sulking isn’t doing him any favors.
“You’re making this so much harder on yourself.”
“I do not care. This is mortifying, regardless of what I do or do not do.” Ravus feels his tail swish in annoyance, battering the moss and bushes behind him.
“Oh, it’s not that bad!” Vesper laughs at the crocodilian hiss Ravus lets out in protest.
“It could not be worse in any way,” Ravus says, like being burdened by a giant tail, great curving horns and a sudden spike in his libido is actually the worst curse imaginable. And not, say, like being shrunken down into a tiny furry creature of some sort...
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It's a unicorn, and some kind of Au Ra guy in the water. He blinks his huge, adorable eyes and tilts his head.
"Didn't I hear two voices?" Obsidian muses, not realizing the deep, rough voice has come from Vesper.
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hoshiko | original
thunderwyrms.
mermaids.
Kazuki Hihara | La Corda d'Oro Daigakusei-hen
[Oh god.
Oh no.
Not this again.
After uttering a perfectly cut scream as he was again surprised with the appearance of his DTF (a silver-colored otter that can float in the air that he had named Kawa-chan) and partaking in a small-scale anxiety attack for about 5 minutes, Kazuki began going through the motions of reorienting himself.
This had to be the weirdest feeling ever. He knew he had been here before, the memories were clear, but how they all came back at once-- since he didn't recall them when he was back in his own world-- was more than unnerving. How could memories possibly blink in and out of existence like that? Weren't they, like, part of your brain or something?
Kazuki eventually decided to push the feelings aside. He went to university for music theory, not neuroscience. Maybe it was a blessing in disguise. He couldn't imagine having to explain to people from his own world where he'd been... He'd probably end up in a grippy sock hospital.
At least he still had an idea of his location, and where he should go from here. He wondered if all the same people were still here. While he'd had a lot of embarrassing moments, he'd rather be around the people he'd already had them with rather than having to have them all over again.]
Kawa-chan can you check around? Put it out there that Kazuki's back? Just a quick message is okay.
[A couple of years had passed in his time. He'd graduated college and started teaching in earnest. Kazuki had grown more mature, less excitable, and better at concealing his emotions... somewhat. But he was definitely still himself. A bit more filled out, but totally recognizable.]
[He's not thrilled, as "peaceful interactions" are still as difficult a subject as they've ever been-- he's still the virgin-senpai, and for even more complicated reasons this time-- but he's not about to let that out on someone else. It'd nobody's fault that he's here, he just has to make peace with it.]
[Feel free to either connect to him via the network, or find him wandering around in the flesh!]
Mushroom Madness / Mermaid Combo?
[Having been affected by the changeling mushrooms, Kazuki has become a Nøkk! Plural: Nøkker. They are a humanoid, male water spirits that live in and around pure sources of water that are known for seducing women and men alike with sweet music. While some do so to then drown their victims, many tales of Nøkker are perfectly peaceful. Kazuki is one of those, putting more emphasis on the seduction part.
Traditionally, they play the violin, but a trumpet can play tempting music too! He's even got a slutty outfit to match. Just keep in mind that Kazuki isn't nearly as buff or caked up as this guy. Those are impossible standards for A Guy who is Just A Dude.
Rather than near the ocean, Kazuki can be found out in the grasslands, near the lake and various rivers. You'll probably hear him long before you actually spot him, as he'll be playing his trumpet more or less non-stop in attempt to lure people in. Then he can put on... other charms.]
mushrooms!!
He follows the sound, of course - all the way to a familiar face. Familiar, even if it's been a few years... and even if those clothes are pretty unfamiliar, wow.]
Hey, Kazuki! You're back!
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Right now (as a creature who's entire being revolved around being so good at playing music that someone could be persuaded to be drowned in order to receive his inspiration) he found this to be nothing less than a crime. It simply would not do. He had to rectify this sin immediately.
So rather than lowering his instrument to speak, Kazuki gave Caspar an exaggerated wink in greeting, all the while continuing his song unbroken. The skill it took to do this had nothing to do with the changeling mushrooms, but the confident gall of it was absolutely, 100% spore induced.]
A MONTH... dear god i'm sorry