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trollxzibit2012-10-17 08:15 pm
chroniker) wrote in trollxzibit2012-10-17 08:15 pm
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN AND COCKROACHES MAY I PRESENT TO YOU THE INFAMOUS
2. Others will comment on your characters, anonymously or logged in, suggesting ships and prompts they want you to write about.
3. Anything goes, from fluffy to smut to everything in between! Also, there is no word limit, so it can be as short or as long as you want.
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5. ALL THE SHIPPING EVER AND ALSO FEELINGS
GO GO GO AND SHIP FOR GREAT JUSTICE
also just a note BUT THIS ISN'T LIMITED TO JUST SCRIB PEOPLE you could put your character's ancestors/guardians and whatnot for the shipping too if you want to, whatever floats your boat
Zurahe Cadens
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A few hours into hanging around in her hive, listening to music and messing with both the alchemiter and the items given to her by her consorts- and the only thing he's done is blush and occasionally ask her to change a song. He flusters easily, and she's had to skip a lot of her favorites (humans have such interesting music) but she wonders if perhaps the more direct route wouldn't be simpler. She changes the song again at his request and pauses, fiddling with the volume and levels of her speakers and wondering if she shouldn't just turn it all off. He surprises her by pulling her hand away from the volume by the wrist, and wrapping his other arm around her waist, chin settling on her head.
"You know, asking is usually far simpler than this song and dance routine of yours." He laughs, amused and affectionate, and then pulls his chin from atop her head to settle on her shoulder, chuckling close to her ear. "Though I'll admit, it's cute that you can't really be too direct about it."
She huffs and almost crosses her arms- and instead reaches up to tweak his nose idly.
"Well if you knew what I was getting at, then you should have said something sooner."
"I'm sure I'll find a way to make it up to you."
This time she does cross her arms, though it's in a vain attempt to make him believe the blush on her face is irritation rather than anticipation.
"Yeah, well- you'd better."
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ok I'll see what I can do
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After she Godtiers, it's difficult for most to get her to stop talking- her voice isn't unpleasant, not in the slightest, but she rambles off whatever comes to mind at any given moment of silence.
It gets better when she gets back to working her voice up to sing. She tries not to do it when she'll be heard, or when she thinks someone will come sneaking up on her- it's a strange sense of pride she has, not thinking she's up to par with what she used to be. So when he finally comes across her practicing, she's trilling notes, almost birdlike, eyes closed and face tilted skyward. She's so focused that she doesn't notice him until she stops her trills and starts practicing a proper song, eyes half-opening in the middle of a breath. She promptly tumbles out of the tree she's in with a spectacular flail of her arms and a shrill curse, though she pops from the shrubbery at the base of the tree a moment later, apparently unharmed. Well- save for her ego, that is.
He smiles, awkwardly, not quite sure what to say as she simply stares at him, still halfway in the bush, expression sulky and embarrassed.
"I do hope you don't mind, I was just... well, I was nearby and I heard- ah..."
She's standing, plucking leaves from the short, wild mass of her hair and brushing dirt from her stockings- he forgets, sometimes, that she's the other one who has a fondness for thigh-highs- before straightening to cross her arms and purse her lips at him, pouting.
"Right- do you need help getting back to your branch? I was thinking I might stick around and listen a while longer, still. That's alright, isn't it?"
She raises an eyebrow at him, and makes a point to dig her claws into the tree enough to leave gouges as she climbs back up to her perch- but when she settles again, she starts singing immediately, apparently disregarding his presence entirely. He takes that as permission enough to stick around for a little while.
The view of her legs in those stockings from where he's standing honestly has very little part in influencing that decision.
Re: Zurahe Cadens
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this is neither hopey or badass
She's done everything she can, tried every trick she knows- but some way, somehow, Phylus completely defies being taught. It's not even for a lack of trying on his part, he just... sucks. She plucks her spare bass out of his hands with a sigh, and settles down right next to him, re-tuning the strings carefully. Somehow, he'd managed to actually tug them out of tune during his near-frantic practicing. She'd have thought it impossible if she hadn't been standing there watching him do it. She draped the instrument across her lap when she finished her upkeep, and then turned her head to look at him, fingers drumming on the body of the bass idly. She opens her mouth to say something, but doesn't and just picks up the instrument and motions for him to pay attention.
She goes over what she's been trying to teach him slowly, leaning against his shoulder so she can make sure he's close enough to see what she's doing properly. If she notices him tense up at the proximity, she doesn't mention it, and instead stops and shoves the bass at him with a slight rise of her eyebrows. He takes the bass with trembling hands, and does his best to mimic what she's been doing.
The fact that she moves to stand behind hm and instruct him over her shoulder doesn't help in the slightest.
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I'm not sorry.
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"Buuuuuut-!"
"You. Idiot. Are one."
"I was juuuuust-!"
"Beeeeeeing an idiot...? Yeah. Got that already."
Eyes rolling, Zurahe doesn't bother to keep herself from whapping Avispa's head with two fingers, off to one side of her horns. Then she brings her hand back down and continues working the game's only means of proper healing at the moment over Avispa's arm, carefully watching the gash in her arm close a little more with each pass of her gel-covered hands. Honestly, the stupid girl was lucky she'd been around with vitality gel to spare when she'd finished solving the puzzle that led to yet another of her planet's multitude of treasures- and its multitude of mini-bosses. When the gash closes, she sluices the stuff off of her hands carefully, flicking her fingers at a nearby rock before turning her attention back to Avispa-
-and promptly swatting her on the head again.
"Now. What've we learned?"
For a second, Avispa looks back at the remnants of the puzzle door, and then forward toward the next one- it's a series of trials, apparently, and Zurahe isn't surprised. She is surprised, however, to find Avispa looking from the already opened door, to her, and then to the next door.
"Ummm... not to... solve the monster-puzzles withooooout telling you first...?"
"...well. That's a start, I guess."
"Great! Umm... umm..."
Zurahe rolls her eyes and pops what's left of the vitality gel into her sylladex, sighing and motioning toward the door while she sifts through the Melody Modus for her current favorite weapon. Avispa makes a short, buzzing hum of glee and throws her arms up before bolting around her toward the puzzle on the next door.
"...swear to god, girl's gonna get herself killed."
But she pushes to her feet and follows anyway, battle axe thrown over her shoulder as the door starts rumbling open.
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It was difficult to say, considering who she was saying it to, but the other Hapara complied with a little squeak of distress, letting her go instantly and stepping back, holding his hands up in a gesture of surrender. Rather than seeing fear on his face though, she saw worry, and he set his hands on her shoulders as she turned to peer at him, brows furrowing in further concern.
"I'm sorry- I wasn't hurting you, was I?"
She blinked at him incredulously, not quite sure what to make of the concern for a moment. Then she scoffed and raised her hands to take hold of his wrists, raising them from her shoulders. It wasn't exactly that she minded the other Hapara's touchy-feely nature- not really- it was better than Eighis' scowling and attempted stabbing any night. It was more that she didn't want him to get used to doing it whenever he felt like it, especially not if there were going to be more trolls around. She had an image to maintain, after all.
But it was hard to stay mad at that face- despite the obvious genetic resemblance, Synesi's face wasn't as gaunt, wasn't as sharp- it was boyish and a little softer around the edges than Eighis', and when he smiled it only made his face seem rounder, gentler. It made her feel bad whenever she wound up wiping the smiles off his face. She dropped his hands from her shoulders regardless, and then afforded him a light tap to the chin with her knuckles.
"Not hurt, idiot. Just warned you 'bout all that hugging."
He sputtered into apologies, cheeks flaring gold, and she held up a hand to stop him without bothering to really listen.
"Just... ask first next time, okay?"
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but I totally did though
From somewhere in the depths of her closet, Chrysi's voice chirps a muffled question- one that Zurahe doesn't bother answering until she sticks her head out and repeats it without a wall of clothes in her way.
"What's unfair?"
"This. This whole... thing."
She uncrosses one of her arms and motions at the pile of stockings already on the bed, a variety of colors and patterns and knits that make her cross her arms even tighter. The collection of stockings- about four pairs, two of them recently alchemized- she'd shown the human girl paled in comparison. So did pretty much anything she owned in comparison to anything Chrysi did- it seemed horribly unfair, in her mind, when the girl had done nothing to earn it but get sent to the right guardian.
Then again, she had that problem with a lot of the humans- though she supposed their methods for determining someone's place in the world were only slightly less biased than that of trolls.
"Well you did ask to see mine," Chrisy replies loftily, still peeking out from the closet. "And I did warn you there were a lot."
"Didn't think anyone ever needed this many pairs of stockings. Or could afford 'em all," comes the sour response, and she flicks a finger at a lacy pair nearby. It's a close thing, since her claw nearly catches on it, but she manages not to damage it. "Couldn't even wear some of these into a fight."
"Well of course not, they're not meant to be worn for things like that!"
That draws a raised eyebrow, and Zurahe flops back onto a chair, no longer paying even the slightest of her sullen attention to Chrysi's collection.
"Never mind, in that case. Bit useless, aren't they?"
Because there's really no point to them, she thinks, if they're just going to break at the slightest thing.
"That may be, but I still say a nice pair of white ones would look lovely on you," Chrysi hums, and Zurahe finds a pair of them drifting unceremoniously onto her head. "So stop sulking and try them on. It's not like you have to fight anything around here."
The troll girl turns to give Chrysi a Look, lips pursed to one side and eyes narrowed- but she starts toeing off her boots regardless.
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