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beleos ([personal profile] beleos) wrote in [community profile] kenoslogs2023-04-21 04:58 pm

The Seeds of Unrest, Phase Two 🌱


UPROOTED
Time has not been kind thus far, and the future will be no kinder.

The slow passage of days to weeks has seen both cities increasingly ravaged by the untamed growth of the enlarging roots. Their size is enough to uproot buildings by their foundations, if not bisect them entirely where they push through unfettered. In the worst-hit areas, entire blocks are left abandoned - if even standing at all, displacing families and leaving businesses in ruins.

Cetina and Kathova have been in near constant contact with Bearers via Communion, feeding them information about which areas to focus their lifesaving efforts. Yima’s Manor and the Seat of the Tribune - despite their closeness to the Trees - have been fortified by your leaders and act as a base of operations for each respective faction. You will be able to return to either to find sanctuary from the chaos beyond, but the innumerable civilians are not so lucky.

Bearers are tasked with rescue and recovery efforts and requested to assist hands on the ground with taking refugees to temporary shelters. Survivors must be dug out of the debris. Those who are capable of healing will be enlisted to assist at hospitals and triage centers. Supplies must be gathered and harvested from areas that are collapsed and too dangerous for civilians to navigate. If you are feeling generous, you can go on search and rescue missions, as many people are considered missing in both Highstorm and Springstar. Some areas are completely cut off to regular foot traffic by the massive, winding roots bearing countless Blight-blooms. Citizens are succumbing to the Blight flower’s effects persistent from phase one with more and more frequency.

While both cities slowly succumb to a deepening catastrophe, the situation worsens.

STIRRING STORMS

As the days pass, inexplicable and unnatural weather occurrences will randomly plague both cities. They can last as long as a full day or as little as an hour before dissolving entirely.
  • Flurries: this snow is tainted by the Blight, making the snowfall look like ash. Any organic matter it touches will be affected by reopening wounds, re-infection of illnesses, or re-experiencing injuries that may have healed over years ago.
  • Thunderstorms: these storms carry a frigid rainfall and heavy cloud cover, making already difficult-to-navigate disaster zones harder to clear. As each thunder bellow crashes overhead, you might swear you hear a familiar voice reaching out to you in the fading rumble… one that sends a message - either from the future or past.
  • Fog: dense clouds of thick, freezing fog will roll in randomly, making visibility even more precarious. In your search for survivors - or your companions, you may find yourself coming face to face with someone else, instead: a version of yourself (or a companion) from another timeline. You may also hear your own voice calling out to you from within the fog, attempting to beckon you further into the mist.
  • General Note: Exposure to any of the above weather patterns will increase your Blight infection.
THE BLIGHT COMES FOR ALL
As if it were not enough to see the cities that have become your salvation at the end of the Timestream falling to collapse and ruin, the Bearers will slowly begin to realize their previous immunity to the Blight is eroding. They will begin to show symptoms of infection that increase into May’s event. ( For more information on the effects of the Blight and purification methods, please see the OOC Summary. )

Now that their last bastion - the Bearers - are just as much in harm’s way as everyone else, the populous’s efforts to formulate a temporary stop-gap solution are being rushed to completion. Time is not on anyone’s side. They will continue to work with those who have been kind enough to volunteer their resources and brilliant minds - collecting materials and attempting to figure out a way to avert their otherwise inevitable destiny.

ORDERS

Orders from your leaders will come as soon as infections among the Bearers have been confirmed.

🌙 YIMA will stress for all Zenite Bearers to prioritize their well-being and to avoid unnecessary exposure, to manage their symptoms as much as possible. They must fight for their own survival to bring in the birth of a new universe - and their lives are too precious to risk. Beyond that, she asks them to save what they can of their people and their most critical structures with the understanding that hard choices may be necessary.

🌞 CYRUS will implore all Meridian Bearers to prioritize the general population's lives and turn their efforts to save as much of Springstar as they can. He will note that Bearers have ways to help keep one another from suffering too much contagion and to coordinate their usages appropriately, to keep one another safe, and watch their backs.

ANOTHER EN-TREE-TY
The Tree of Life continues to sicken, yet - thankfully - the progression of the Blight is slow. Still, Bearers will find themselves occasionally compelled to take a moment to sit beneath its boughs and vibrant leaves, even as some begin to show signs of discoloration and rot. Any characters who sit with the Tree with the purple leaf they found on their person after phase one will find it warming to the touch, its veins laced with gold. This effect will be even more effective if taken into the cavernous roots beneath the Tree! While this may fill you with a temporary sense of calm, it doesn't seem to have any other effects... yet still, you are compelled, if not curious.

The Tree has offered you this gift for a reason. Perhaps you will find its use before long.

...As long as you - and Kenos - survive long enough to discover it.

CODING
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[personal profile] intervener 2023-05-12 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ ,



he twists his head away, squishing his face up like he tasted something sour, ]


Aw, man, I hate this part! I hate the sight of blood... c-can't you do it for me?!

[ haha yeah just nibble his fingy for him haha just a little nibble haha just a little bitey witey hehe ]
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[personal profile] wolof 2023-05-12 06:41 am (UTC)(link)
I am well aware.

[ She had once turned that praise down, but she understands that he doesn't pursue it. It does not, however, mean that it is not empty, which was her point -- which she worries has not sunk in, until...

Well, he admits that she is right. She nodded and continued to toy with her food. Eventually, she pulled a piece of her own fruit off and handed it off under the table, where a soft delighted chittering sounded.
]

Being powerless is always frustrating. Or having less power than we wish. When I was without my own magic for a time, it was a harrowing experience, to be dependent on allies, as opposed to my own power.

However, you must trust the rest of us to do what you cannot. I can assure you, we are powerful enough to support you until you are healed.
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[personal profile] zauneyete 2023-05-12 06:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ Silco's eye that she thinks of as poor is not... blind. Nor does it blink, which serves to her advantage -- But Silco is fast and reactive in a way most people aren't. He isn't fast like a god, or even someone with keen power, but he's quick to calculate... and even quicker to lash out. It's what has done him wrong so many times in the past, what led him to betrayal and deceit, as well as suffering. He has been done wrong by being forced to only react --

But he does it now, and not in the way one would expect. He doesn't cover his eyes from the light -- he's used to being shocked by it -- but his hand lashed out, to grab the slip of her cloak, and try to tug her back, and keep her from escaping. He doesn't intend to let her go far -- and he knows he needs to find her shard --

His hand caught the hood of her cloak, and tugged --
]

Now, now --

[ He bit out, with a sharp tug, trying to both reign her in, and find sight of her shard. He needed to find it, if this was going to work, otherwise...

Well. He did not think that it would go well, he was not particularly strong. Even in this moment, he could feel his fingers go stiff, almost rigid, trying to tug her back.
]
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[personal profile] prizeneck 2023-05-12 01:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[The weather. Communion. Mamoru knows who this person is.

It doesn't add up, the puzzle pieces don't match, and it's all so strange and uncanny that the swordsman does realize that this, indeed isn't real; even if his throat is still raw and aching, the skin around his eyes tight and sharp.

Even if he tries to stand up, and the jut of his hip doesn't lock. He stays in a half-kneeling position, bracing his weight up awkwardly, before he gives up. Ah, he never thought he'd curse how well he had memorized the little details of this moment. It had all but served as a learning lesson, and now it's giving him nothing.
] Doubt people were claiming you'd show up when they're getting blown up.

[Unless...?]
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[personal profile] helloween 2023-05-12 02:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's a strange feeling, to have a tongue trace the outline of an open wound. As Rin licks away at it and collects his blood on her tongue, Dark watches the back of her ponytail with curiosity, unsure of her expression. Somehow, though, he senses her energy returning to her— by her subtleties and by her movements. Faintly under the surface of her palm, Dark's pulse can be pulsing at the head of his cock. It matches the one under the gash on his wrist. ]

How is it? Better?

[ Quietly. Rin is silent now, but Dark is the chatty type. ]
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[personal profile] erbe 2023-05-12 02:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Mm, [Tohsaka makes a noise of affirmation, but doesn't really want to verbally admit it.]

You should sit properly. In the armrest corner might be best.

[Gently she peels herself away from him. If he doesn't follow her suggestion she'll shove him that way a little. Rin has an idea, but she doesn't feel like voicing it (go figure). Instead of being forthright she simply lets go of Dark's wrist (for now) and hikes up her skirt a little.]
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[personal profile] epiprocta 2023-05-12 03:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Oh, Vash … May you find a better, kinder chain-smoker to argue with sometime. Because this one sure isn’t going to entertain your indulgences for long.

As in, Vash makes the bold move of shoving nose-to-nose to him, shouting out that challenge, so of course Gen goes for it. And with Vash in such convenient range, how could he possibly turn it down?

He reels his head back to headbutt Vash right in the face.

And while this is hardly the sort of thing Eustace trained him in hand-to-hand combat for, hey, sometimes a guy’s got to improvise, right? Making good use of those lessons here, immediately following the headbutt, Gen deals a hard axe kick to the back of Vash’s knee to buckle his legs, followed by a vicious yank at his jacket-front in the opposite direction to topple him over.

Now, time to drag him back to the edge of the hole! You asked for it, Vash! ]
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[personal profile] muchalucha 2023-05-12 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ah, Un coqueto despreciable... Is not a thought Quetzalcoatl has! Maybe she should! In fact, she’s a little caught off guard with how squeamish Vash is first, so maybe that’s why it doesn’t occur to her. ]

Eh? It’s only a little…

[ but she is also secretly a ruthless beast, so ]

Sure! I guess so!

[ Though as she looks at her one hand holding her Shard, her other hand now bleeding a little bit, hm! She’s run out of hands! So, she just

Opens her mouth expectantly

you can trust her, vash ]
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[personal profile] lockedon 2023-05-12 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Of course.

[ He might be most loyal to those in his close circle and dismissive of most others outside of it, but he's not entirely coldhearted. None of these people living in Springstar have done anything wrong outside of be in the wrong place at the wrong time. They don't deserve any of the misfortune that's be unleashed upon them, and certainly don't deserve to be trapped and possibly die under a house's weight in rubble.

So he follows alongside her, letting her work her magic in hoisting the largest chunks of rubble so that he can reach out to the people trapped beneath. In this case it's a little girl, small and terrified with tearstreaks down her cheeks. Eustace hesitates a moment before kneeling down and holding out one hand. ]


Hey. We're here to help.

[ He really could work on his bedside manner - can't he at least slap on a smile? - but at least he's making an effort. Then, to Quetz: ]

Do we have somewhere we can take her?
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[personal profile] diversionist 2023-05-13 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ dirty as vash's coat may be, cassian certainly doesn't complain. it's hard not to see the utility of protecting his bare skin from the snow, and vash is still well-covered. cassian might have protested otherwise; or maybe not, given how much worse off than vash he clearly is. his pain levels are — bad. his breathing is labored. his expression is extremely Innocent as vash answers him with much more huffy anger than he would've expected of a practical question, shooting him an aggrieved look. at least the other man does know to do that if worst comes to worst, though cassian doesn't really expect it to get that far.

cassian doesn't have reason to expect it to get that far. after all: his wounds did not, strictly speaking, kill him the first time around.

one, two, three — it does hurt like hell when vash stands, a sharp sound slipping past even his tight jaw, hands at vash's front reflexively clenching into fists. he presses his forehead into vash's back for a long, long moment; doesn't raise his head until they start moving, and the inevitable jostling from walking becomes — repetitive. bearable, if nothing else.

and it's only after that, that he finally says, ]


So it wasn't just him you were determined to save. [ the young man; the blighted man. ] What is it, everyone?

[ how quickly vash had turned from DON'T KILL ANYONE to DON'T TALK ABOUT DYING, for all ways he's been irritated with cassian this entire interaction. ]
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[personal profile] zauneyete 2023-05-13 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
Hm? Oh --

[ Silco barely offered a glance toward the shimmered, before he shrugged. ] Wrong place, wrong time. It happens to us all eventually. He did little to resist my commands, either. I doubt he is a great loss to your side.

[ Which... probably was one of the reasons why Quetz looked down at him, he supposed. He was not the type to care about the little people, unless they were a "mass" of people. Even Zaunites were not useful as individuals -- but as a wave... they could have wrecked Piltover with the right circumstances. It's a true tragedy that they were not allowed or able to become what they should have been.

Though, what's gone is gone, as he told Quetz. He refuses to look back toward them. There's only one person from his past that he desperately looked back toward -- though... that was, perhaps a special case.

At least, that's what Silco told himself. However, he also liked to say that he's let the past die, and this man has never let go of anything in his life.
]

I suppose... [ He said, his eyes searching for the shard that had clinked to the ground only moments before. ] I can't convince you to let me take it anyway?
Edited (I HATE IT WHEN I REPEAT ICONS) 2023-05-13 01:42 (UTC)
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[personal profile] zauneyete 2023-05-13 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ Silco knew of his weakness. As reality seemed to... shift -- merge, as if he were living two lives that would settle and then shift out of place again -- he knew of his own weakness. He knew the Blight still lurked in his veins, and could easily weaken him. He felt it, and he knew that he was with someone from Meridian. It seemed to occur to him in the same moment it did Set, and his jaw was already tightened, waiting when Set turned.

Would he have the ability to call Sebastian in time? Would he --

His expression was hard, Silco saw, and he could read it plain on his face. He swallowed. How could he do anything else? Had anyone ever said something like that to him? Jinx had never outright said it, she had demanded loyalty, his daughter was just as afraid of being left behind as she'd been that first night, with fires burning all around them, that he'd found a little girl in his arms, and she'd never forgotten that old wound -- the same as Silco hadn't.

This was different. This was a declaration.

Silco wondered, of course, if it was their deal that motivated him, and not loyalty.

Yes, that had to be it.
]

Hm. If you fret about me, Set, do not. [ A beat. He cannot, will not propose loyalty. Silco is a weak man compared to Set, and they both know it. He cannot promise anything that would force his hand later. But he knows the power of reassurance. ]

I would not do wrong by you here. We need to get out of -- [ His eyes dart, as fast as they (sluggishly) can. ] Here.
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[personal profile] settingup 2023-05-13 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ Atsumu snaps back up into a ramrod straight position with a choked sound at that admission. No point in looking for signs of breathing when he's gotten the confirmation that it won't be for much longer. ]

How the hell is that supposed to make me not worry?!

[ Not exactly the most soothing thing to hear!

Though it is starting to click things into place for Atsumu. Whatever is happening right now, it's a forgone conclusion, another ghost of the past come back to haunt someone still alive. There's no point worrying that much about this old man, because he's dead and gone, and whatever he's seeing right now isn't real...

But just like the way he looks kind of dead, he also looks kind of real.

Atsumu tears his gaze away from the weirdly tender and intimate slow (?) death happening here, looking for anything of interest to set his eyes on so he can get the the important work of disassociating to hell and back. If he keeps up the mantra of it not actually being real, maybe he can twist his thoughts in enough loops that it feels more like something he saw in a movie rather than something that happened in front of him.
]
Edited 2023-05-13 03:17 (UTC)
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[personal profile] gravings 2023-05-13 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ She nods slowly, accepting that. ]

It's humane of him to ask that we help the people of Springstar, but I'm a little worried that one day, he might ask us to do something less kind. No... it's probably inevitable that he will.
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[personal profile] gravings 2023-05-13 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ Excalibur. Anyone in Britain would know it; it was probably the most famous sword on Earth. It's hard to associate that name with the sword now in her hands, but in her heart she knows it must be true.

Of course, that must also mean she's now "King Arthur," as Excalibur was returned to the Lady of the Lake when the king died. Is this just a memory of Rin's being played out? Or is this a different nightmare altogether? There are too many mysteries and no time to waste on them. Cold dread seeps into every cell of her body, staving off the holy warmth that radiates from Excalibur. Without knowing why, Gray begins to shake, her grip painfully tight on the sword's hilt.

There is no choice in reality. Even if everything in her screams to reject this role, she is and always has been more afraid of a miserable death. ]


Please.

[ One whispered word of response that still manages to waver. She can't trust her mouth with any more than that. Nor can she trust her face to contain its wrenched expression, so she remains bowed over her sword, brow to pommel. She will do what she must to fight, for both her and Rin's sakes. ]
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[personal profile] helloween 2023-05-13 06:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ ASS. LEG?! ASS?! Dark's eyes move right for the back of Rin's skirt, widening hungrily at the flash of thigh he's shown. Purposefully or not?! Is she trying to provoke him right after he was so good to her? Surely she knows how he'll get,,, ]
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[personal profile] salvageable 2023-05-13 06:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ah. That's a good question, actually, and one that makes Dokja a bit anxious to think about. So he doesn't, opting instead to focus on Vash's first question in an attempt to dodge the answer that he doesn't know, and that it scares him to think that it might have also crumbled to the ground. ]

Well, for starters, you should choose a more believable alias.

[ Because Vash is a little....... ]
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[personal profile] helloween 2023-05-13 07:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ Well, whatever! He knows this kind of situation well enough than to make a fuss or refuse. Figuring that the blood must've made Rin feel reinvigorated, he shifts himself up against the armrest of the couch, posture seated upright. Of course she'd come away from a few licks feeling powerful and potent. His blood has commanded dark armies, is one with the beings of Hell, and is that of the most powerful wizard in the world! It pumps with magic. Self-satisfied despite Rin having said nothing else to him yet, Dark smirks like a cat and its cream of the crop, leaning back for a slightly better view of how her clothing's been readjusted. ]

Mmmm, something the matter?

[ He hums it flirtatiously, and Dark's cock is hard and tented under the front flap of Rin's skirt when they reposition. The tear on his wrist gushes with blood and trickles down a masculine sculpt of muscle and vein. His arm. He ignores it, though, brushing his large fingers softly against the back of her thigh.

Has she finally come around to letting herself have some fun with this? It's the perfect excuse. ]
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[personal profile] erbe 2023-05-13 12:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[Stop scooping her back in when she pulls away! She's trying to position herself!!! Rin grabs at his hand to make it easier for her to settle. She re-situates herself across his lap sideways so that her legs my hang comfortably off the armrest and her soft thighs barricade his erection. With Rin's skirt hiked up he'll be able to plainly see how his overwhelming size peeks through her legs.

She's warm, and soft. Her legs are a part of her pride, so she keeps them well cared for. Always clean shaven and supple.

When Tohsaka finally settles she makes for his wounded wrist again. Bringing it to her lips.]


Will this be enough for you? Just hold my knees together to keep it tight.
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[personal profile] erbe 2023-05-13 12:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[She hates this. She hates seeing a good girl like Gray suffer. She hates barely knowing the torment this girl must be going through. It's sick. Disgusting. That a world would twist and turn just to make someone so good suffer so much.

But that's the way of things, isn't it? Nothing good goes unpunished, and that's one reason why Rin is the way she is.]


Heed my words.

[The incantation starts just as Rin's jeweled barrier shatters. Her hand dipping low for Gray to see. To take so that they may face the enemy together.]

My will creates your body, and your sword creates my destiny. If you heed the Grail's call and obey my will and reason, then answer me! I hereby swear that I shall be all the good in the world. That I shall defeat all evil in the world. Thou Seventh Heaven, clad in the three great words of power, come forth from the circle of binding, Guardian of the Scales!

[Gray only need to answer her call and touch her hand. Rin's mana should be more than enough to dispel the dress and revive the girl to full power — or perhaps even beyond that.]
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[personal profile] helloween 2023-05-13 02:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, that's plenty.

[ Appreciative. Dark feels a wash of affection hit him, an intense urge to cuddle, but cooperates with the new position regardless. Must be Lucien's feelings or something, endeared and humbled that Rin is compromising her pride for a bit more fun between them. His wrist is bloody and runny when she lifts it to her mouth, but despite how it spills, Dark is far more interested in the thighs that sandwich tightly around his length. He squeezes the soft skin under her knees, pulling them shut. ]

I got all messy because of you. Clean it up with your tongue, yeah?

[ Picking on her, he's actually referencing his arm. Before she can even collect herself, he thrusts experimentally up into the part of her thighs, watching his cock peek further through and shine. ]

haaa. Not bad. Not bad at all...

[ Like a lion tossed a slab of meat, Dark's voice rolls and rumbles, sharp teeth showing when he licks them over again with his teeth. He thrusts a couple more times, pulling her legs onto his cock like a sleeve made for his own gratification. ]
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[personal profile] hauntedking 2023-05-13 03:39 pm (UTC)(link)
...I do worry about that, too. What are we willing to do to get what we've lost back?

[ It's a thought. Not one he enjoys. ]
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[personal profile] erbe 2023-05-13 03:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[Tohsaka's expression twists with the innuendo, but it doesn't stop her. In fact a little dirty talk makes her feel warm in a way that she dreads. Instead of responding verbally, Rin obediently begins cleaning him up with her tongue. Lapping at the red liquid and suckling at his skin.

The jerk of Dark's hips is... irritating. Absolutely frustrating. Her mind takes it further, imagining him dragging that length across the crotch of her panties and granting her sweet friction to alleviate her tension. However she absolutely refused to acknowledge such intrusive thoughts.

This time she's sloppy. His thrusts make it difficult for her lips to form a perfect seal, so Rin noisily takes in more of his blood. Her wet tongue slick against his skin as she diligently cleans him as asked.]
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[personal profile] intervener 2023-05-13 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ maybe he likes this one, okay?? don't judge him on his terrible life choices,

Vash is tired. he's Blighted, albeit not so much so that he couldn't function at a pretty normal baseline. neither of these reasons explains why he lets this kid headbutt him in the face when he could've dodged (resulting in yet another screeching cry, a flail of hands to his face, an overdramatic backward reel as if an ox rather than a teenager had driven into him).

neither of those reasons explains why he lets Gen kick out his legs, seeing him crumpling like a snapped twig as he folds pitifully, still howling and yowling muffledly behind his hands at his face. there's some kind of half-cry going on here, some whining about how he wasn't supposed to take the bait or something--

and suddenly, those long, lanky arms are stretching out to grip at Gen's like a vice where Gen holds Vash's jacket, and he's squirming like a bug with his legs all wibbly-wobbly, trying to get enough purchase to find himself upright again. or, at least... prevent himself from being hauled to The Hole, ]


No!! No way in hell, if I go down, I'm taking you with me!!
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[personal profile] intervener 2023-05-13 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she's just opening her chompers




she's really just gone and opening her chompers to bite his fingy, ]

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