So, I decided to pick up one story. I know the OP is a massive behemoth, but I just want to do a steampunk story. :D
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Blue Demon || Female || Older || Ace
I go by Blue, Demon or BD. Or even Hey You if it's clear enough that you're talking to me. XD I prefer Blue or Blue Demon. And no, I didn't choose "Blue" because I'm sad. It's my favorite color. (And now you know.)
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Also, I just discovered DMC and now I'm Dante trash.
Also, I just discovered DMC and now I'm Dante trash.
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I am from the south ... the war has been over since 1865.According to my Grandfather the war never ended... (P.S. He's a confederate)
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Hello,
I've returned. :o Apparently it's been 7 months (Oppsies) since I've last been on here. I don't know if I'm going to start any RPs (or join any) at the moment. But hopefully I'll do more than lurk. :)
"Thank you."
Shigetoshi took the seat relieved. The welcome was indeed welcome. He looked at the food in front of him and then at the other guests who were happily eating. He picked up one of the stylized rabbits and dipped it in the sauce. He nibbled a little at it was slightly disappointed to find it didn't taste as good as he thought it would. After that he abandoned the addition to just eat the apple slices. Not that anyone else seemed to find the fare odd. The foreigners seemed to enjoy it the most, perhaps it was something they were quite used to.
When Tatsuki whispered, the Innkeeper barely heard him. He had to shift a little and tilt his head to catch the soft words. Then he smiled. "It was fine, I just didn't expect it." What else could he say? That the fact that Tatsuki continued to make exotic food without consulting him first was hurting his honor? No, guests came first long before his pride. If Tatsuki wanted to make food, Shigetoshi wouldn't ever tell him not to. Plus it didn't seem that anyone thought that he was taking advantage of the younger man's culinary skills. The again this was only Tatsuki's second day here.
"The meal is good." Shigetoshi said keeping his smile. "Thank you." From behind Tatsuki he could see the foreigner that had smiled at him. He was smiling again. The Innkeeper quickly ate his food. No matter who smiled so prettily, as long as they were guests Shigetoshi wouldn't do anything with them. That included Tatsuki who was sending such mixed messages. He tried not to think about the willing man across the room.
Shigetoshi took the seat relieved. The welcome was indeed welcome. He looked at the food in front of him and then at the other guests who were happily eating. He picked up one of the stylized rabbits and dipped it in the sauce. He nibbled a little at it was slightly disappointed to find it didn't taste as good as he thought it would. After that he abandoned the addition to just eat the apple slices. Not that anyone else seemed to find the fare odd. The foreigners seemed to enjoy it the most, perhaps it was something they were quite used to.
When Tatsuki whispered, the Innkeeper barely heard him. He had to shift a little and tilt his head to catch the soft words. Then he smiled. "It was fine, I just didn't expect it." What else could he say? That the fact that Tatsuki continued to make exotic food without consulting him first was hurting his honor? No, guests came first long before his pride. If Tatsuki wanted to make food, Shigetoshi wouldn't ever tell him not to. Plus it didn't seem that anyone thought that he was taking advantage of the younger man's culinary skills. The again this was only Tatsuki's second day here.
"The meal is good." Shigetoshi said keeping his smile. "Thank you." From behind Tatsuki he could see the foreigner that had smiled at him. He was smiling again. The Innkeeper quickly ate his food. No matter who smiled so prettily, as long as they were guests Shigetoshi wouldn't do anything with them. That included Tatsuki who was sending such mixed messages. He tried not to think about the willing man across the room.
No human population? The female reaper had to take a moment to process this new information. All humans dead? She watched Death as he swaggered, burdened with unnecessary emotions. All he cared about was his scythe, a weakness that caring. It also exposed a more fatal weakness. The scythe itself. It was something to remember when Death himself out grew his own britches. By the time Death was finished monologuing, wasn't there a saying about that, she knew what she wanted to do.
"I will obey your will." The woman said as she stepped forwards without Death's pretentiousness. The ego on him was outstanding and quite in her favor. After all if he was to bring about the extension of the human race she wanted it to go as she would plan. Not on his whims.
"Command me, I'm yours." The woman said. The book of names in per pocket burned for her attention but she had a new goal in sight. No more names. What would a shepherd of the dead do when there were no souls? She had no idea but it must be better than her current existence. Wasn't this why they raised Death in the first place? But apparently she was the only one that felt that way since everyone else had left. That or they didn't want to stay with the narcissist any longer than they had to. If it was the latter, she would blame them at all.
"I will obey your will." The woman said as she stepped forwards without Death's pretentiousness. The ego on him was outstanding and quite in her favor. After all if he was to bring about the extension of the human race she wanted it to go as she would plan. Not on his whims.
"Command me, I'm yours." The woman said. The book of names in per pocket burned for her attention but she had a new goal in sight. No more names. What would a shepherd of the dead do when there were no souls? She had no idea but it must be better than her current existence. Wasn't this why they raised Death in the first place? But apparently she was the only one that felt that way since everyone else had left. That or they didn't want to stay with the narcissist any longer than they had to. If it was the latter, she would blame them at all.
[[I'll forgot what happened back at the house for the moment and this one is nice and short. :( ]]
Bridgette was still sluggish to awaking, even with the extra help. But wakefulness did come, even if it was slow. Her eyes fluttered and the girl stirred in the hospital bed. The first thing she was aware of noticing was that she wasn't at home and she wasn't as Nadia's. Through half open eyes her drugged mind wondered where she was. The events from just a few hours earlier unrecalled. The white wasn't bright, most people who awoke had troubles adjusting to the light but not Bridgette. She laid there a few moments more, half conscious before the past slammed into her.
Bridgette remembered Nadia and the blood. So much blood. And the eyes, there was something wrong with her eyes. Bridgette moans and thrashed, and to be honest, she probably screamed too. Luck, if one could see it like that. probably kept anyone from bursting into the room. For the entire wing of the hospital was in an uproar. Several emergencies had been declared as people started dying. The staff scrambled around as best as they could to save whomever they could. Not that a lot of the sicker patients had a chance. Even the floors above and below were affected.
This of course meant that sooner or later someone would realize what had happened and come looking for the source. By that time however the crisis would be over and Dante would have had enough time to get away cleanly. And as of the moment no one was giving the small room any attention for her vitals were strong while others were still dropping.
Bridgette was still sluggish to awaking, even with the extra help. But wakefulness did come, even if it was slow. Her eyes fluttered and the girl stirred in the hospital bed. The first thing she was aware of noticing was that she wasn't at home and she wasn't as Nadia's. Through half open eyes her drugged mind wondered where she was. The events from just a few hours earlier unrecalled. The white wasn't bright, most people who awoke had troubles adjusting to the light but not Bridgette. She laid there a few moments more, half conscious before the past slammed into her.
Bridgette remembered Nadia and the blood. So much blood. And the eyes, there was something wrong with her eyes. Bridgette moans and thrashed, and to be honest, she probably screamed too. Luck, if one could see it like that. probably kept anyone from bursting into the room. For the entire wing of the hospital was in an uproar. Several emergencies had been declared as people started dying. The staff scrambled around as best as they could to save whomever they could. Not that a lot of the sicker patients had a chance. Even the floors above and below were affected.
This of course meant that sooner or later someone would realize what had happened and come looking for the source. By that time however the crisis would be over and Dante would have had enough time to get away cleanly. And as of the moment no one was giving the small room any attention for her vitals were strong while others were still dropping.
Shigetoshi opened the sliding door to the kitchen and stopped. He blinked once, then twice. The young man wasn't sure what he was seeing was correct. He hesitantly stepped forward and the food remained where it was. It was ornate, and some of it cute. He looked around as if he could see who had done it, even though the room was empty except for him. He looked over anything a few times and no matter how much he counted, the portions were correct. He shook his head amazed. He grabbed a few dishes and started taking them out to the dining room. On his second trip he noticed one of the plates had a note under it. He picked it up and as soon as he saw his name he knew who must have done it.
But how? And why? Shigetoshi worried his lower lip as he looked at the plate of food. His stomach twisted a little. With the new revelation he didn't know if it was hunger or guilt. Everytime he though he understood Tatsuki the guest would do something totally opposite and leave him feeling so disoriented. Shigetoshi lingered over the note and plate before he tore himself away to continue to move the rest of the plates. When he was finished he rang the bell and waited.
As he waited he couldn't help but glance over at the plate, his plate, next to where Tatsuki sat yesterday. Ancestors, he was mixed up. But there was no more time to second guess himself. The first guest trickled in. He needed to make sure everyone was satisfied before he thought of himself. Or of himself and Tatsuki. Shigetoshi noticed Tatsuki slip in and almost said something, but the foreigners came in next.
The Innkeeper smiled at them and to his relief they took seats and began to eat their food. Though the same man from earlier smiled at Shigetoshi, making him blush. That man had a sinful look about him. He smiled back before he looked away. If the foreigner was really signalling what Shigetoshi thought he was signalling. But the young man quashed that line of thought. Following it had already gotten him into trouble once. He wasn't about to do it again. [/i]Ancestors, please let them leave soon.[/i] And he wasn't thinking of everyone, just two.
And then no one needed him. He cast his gaze back over to Tatsuki and the plate he laid for himself. Would it be okay? Shigetoshi almost hesitated, but his stomach made a hungry noise and the looks the other guest gave him sent him to the spot he left for himself.
"Can I sit here?" Shigetoshi felt a fool for asking, but he couldn't just make himself sit.
But how? And why? Shigetoshi worried his lower lip as he looked at the plate of food. His stomach twisted a little. With the new revelation he didn't know if it was hunger or guilt. Everytime he though he understood Tatsuki the guest would do something totally opposite and leave him feeling so disoriented. Shigetoshi lingered over the note and plate before he tore himself away to continue to move the rest of the plates. When he was finished he rang the bell and waited.
As he waited he couldn't help but glance over at the plate, his plate, next to where Tatsuki sat yesterday. Ancestors, he was mixed up. But there was no more time to second guess himself. The first guest trickled in. He needed to make sure everyone was satisfied before he thought of himself. Or of himself and Tatsuki. Shigetoshi noticed Tatsuki slip in and almost said something, but the foreigners came in next.
The Innkeeper smiled at them and to his relief they took seats and began to eat their food. Though the same man from earlier smiled at Shigetoshi, making him blush. That man had a sinful look about him. He smiled back before he looked away. If the foreigner was really signalling what Shigetoshi thought he was signalling. But the young man quashed that line of thought. Following it had already gotten him into trouble once. He wasn't about to do it again. [/i]Ancestors, please let them leave soon.[/i] And he wasn't thinking of everyone, just two.
And then no one needed him. He cast his gaze back over to Tatsuki and the plate he laid for himself. Would it be okay? Shigetoshi almost hesitated, but his stomach made a hungry noise and the looks the other guest gave him sent him to the spot he left for himself.
"Can I sit here?" Shigetoshi felt a fool for asking, but he couldn't just make himself sit.
The woman Reaper stood there as Death questioned the group. None of them knew where the scythe was. It really didn't even matter to them, for their goal hadn't been the weapon. Of course if they knew Death was powerless without they might have cared. But as it stood they neither knew nor cared. The woman instead waited for what she needed to happen, Death to start the beginning of the end for the humans. What she did not expect was the chastisement. The job tugged at her but she resisted.
No. Not yet. She thought even as other dissipated.Leaving now would be like trying to contain a hurricane in a teacup. Impossible. There was no stopping the inevitable. There were too many. And all Death Cared about was the souls and his scythe. Was this a good thing? Would he restore balance, or get swept under?
"Can you truly do it?" The woman asked. The few Reapers still attending leaned in, waiting the answer. "Can you make the population smaller?" The closet emotion on her face was need. She needed to be able to do her job. More than she needed anything else.
No. Not yet. She thought even as other dissipated.Leaving now would be like trying to contain a hurricane in a teacup. Impossible. There was no stopping the inevitable. There were too many. And all Death Cared about was the souls and his scythe. Was this a good thing? Would he restore balance, or get swept under?
"Can you truly do it?" The woman asked. The few Reapers still attending leaned in, waiting the answer. "Can you make the population smaller?" The closet emotion on her face was need. She needed to be able to do her job. More than she needed anything else.
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