Ask Clout

The name's Clout, ex-royal knight and vampire. I was turned 30 years ago, a decade or so before the start of the Crusades. I was turned by the would-be Ice Queens Dibella and Mara while tending to the horses outside Lacroa castle, but they were killed shortly before we could escape Lacroa. I've been on my own since then. Until now. NICE TO SEE YOU AGAIN, THIESEL~ (This is an OC RP/ask blog within the SD Gundam Force fandom. Clout is a character who first appeared in the fanfic/RP "Ice Queens" as written by Lady Shockbox and ZeroGal)

[askclout]

CLOUT. c l o u t.... mayitouchyourface? ono

Why yes--yes you may! <3

[askclout]

So Clout, who named Chessy? Did he name himself? Was it a weird nickname that stuck? Did YOU name him? And how did he get that name?

Chessy earned his nickname as homage to the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland, which is a popular fairy tale here in Lacroa (both versions from Neotopia's dimension and Solar Diorama are virtually the same despite having different authors). He earned the name from the... smile he wears. Knight Gundams started calling him the Cheshire Cat of the East Wing after he burned down part of Lacroa castle 30 years ago, and the name stuck.

[askclout]

Now that you've settled down at little... have you ever thought about starting your own dating service or something? There are A LOT of ladies and gentlemen out there that could use your expertise.

Huh, now that I think about it, that might not be a bad idea... Thiesel could be my first customer.

[burn-it-down-sdgf]

BURN IT DOWN: CHP. 1-- IN THE SKY (LACROA)

[mysteriousvampiress]

Verdona stretched and draped herself over the chair she sat in, watching the fool swing around, “If I can’t torture him into a blubbering mess much like you are now, than you can’t eat him, Clout.” She hummed lightly and went to flash a teasing look to the dark mech by the door.

"Oh Thiese-" She suddenly noticed that wasn’t the usually, somewhat relaxed leader they knew. "Thiesel?" She asked, sitting up, Actually using his full name. Her senses suddenly flared to life, now actively paying attention to their home as she took in the knight, "What is it?"

[knightoftheforsaken]

"Hmmm…" Thiesel didn’t reply to her right away. He just stared towards the entry way, venting to take in the strange phenomenon. He was never one to spook, but something was bothering him enough to keep him from opening that door.

Suddenly, he snapped his attention up to the dangling Axian and gestured for him to come down with a hand. He would need an Axian’s senses for this.

"Gyan. Come here. NOW." The ex knight barked. He rolled his optics to his SIC and gave him a flash of his optics. "Be quick about it, or I’ll be half tempted to allow Clout to fulfill his wishes.”

[asksolitarygyan]

Gyan squeaked in horror, dropping from his chandelier onto the table (it was a miracle the old oak didn’t snap under his weight), squealing, and scrambling as far away from Clout as possible—much to the disdain of said vampire. The white and grey Axian shuffled nervously to Thiesel’s side, careful to maintain a relatively safe distance between them: a full six feet. “Is—is something the matter?” 

[askclout]

Clout perked to attention as well--usually when Thiesel snapped like that, it was because something genuinely bothered him. Given their status as "top predators" in Lacroa, seldom few things truly worried Thiesel... and if there was an instance where Thiesel was on edge, it was for a damn good reason. "Royal Knights? Did they find the Fort?" 

[burn-it-down-sdgf]

BURN IT DOWN: CHP. 1-- IN THE SKY (LACROA)

Lacroa…

The region was, after years of war and turmoil, finally quiet. In fact, it was the quietest year experienced in the kingdom. It was a relief to everyone who resided in Lacroa and the surrounding kingdoms. From the Moordadig Mountains, the Desert Clans of Baraj, to the glorious kingdom of Terra— everything was at peace…

Until now.

A rift— a huge black hole— ripped open in the sky, startling everyone who’d seen it. Villagers panicked, castles put up their barriers— it was like the Dark Axis invasion all over again.

[knightoftheforsaken]

Ooh, Thiesel Thyme could feel it. He didn’t serve Lord Deathscythe long enough to really get a feeling for those dimensional rifts, but he could always feel when one opened. That same feeling tickled his processor and he perked up when he entered the main chamber of the Whiterun Fort.

He looked directly at the door and grew very uptight, almost looking nervous. Which was worrying…

Sir Thiesel Thyme never looked nervous.

Even his voice was laced with it. “Does anyone else feel something… unusual?”

[askclout]

"I wouldn't say feel--more like hear. Do ALL Axians make strange noises like this?" Clout made to prod the subject of his most recent obsession again, poking at his neck cables and flashing his fangs hungrily. "Are you suuuure we can't eat him? He's close enough to a femme as it is, so he won't ruin my diet..." 

[santaann]

[askclout]

OOH OOH-- CLOUTCLOUTCLOUTCLOUT--- can you tell us a story~? PLEASEEEEEEEEE~? PRETTY PLEASE WITH EXTRA ENERGON SPRINKLES ON TOP~? c:

I once stole a canary yellow gypsy cart and ran over Tankemapharius (Ursai's ex-Harem Master) when he tried to kill Thiesel and I.

c:

[askclout]

Hey Clout! We have a holiday coming called Halloween (kids dress up and get treats, and people scare each other-- it's basic monster worship, really). Is there a holiday similar where you live? Do you celebrate it? Do vampires have their own holiday?

Ooohhh! 

Vampires kind of have their own holiday like that—we have a HUGE secret party every five years called the Cirque Du Vampyre. It’s hosted by Lady Nocturnal (the reigning head honcho Ice Queen in Lacroa) for the sake of getting all the vampires/supporters together to celebrate our culture… and host a massive feeding buffet. I actually met Thiesel at the 72nd annual party, too…

But yeah! There’s food, drinks, jousting for the turned ex-knights, interfacing tents, activity centers, entertainment, music, costumes, and a secondary field dedicated to lodging tents so you can stay more than one night. The festival lasts about a week, so for the full experience, it’s recommended you rent something out. 

[askclout]

Thiesel stepped into Clout's chamber and looked up. Of course, Clout was ALWAYS hanging off the blasted ceiling. He cleared his vocalizers to gain the others attention. "I need to ask something of you, Clout. This may seem like an odd request, but would you mind stepping up for a few days? Something rather... unexpected has come up."

Clout swings down from the ceiling, looking Thiesel in the face and kissing him on the nose because why not.

"Awwww, anything for you, Thistle Time." c:

[mysteriousvampiress]

Thinking Status: I should be the one carrying his babies not him carrying someone else’s baby!

[knightoftheforsaken]

Thinking Status: Maybe I should carry more often to keep Verdona off my tail… or I could have my spike cut off…

[mysteriousvampiress]

Thinking status: Thiesel can be one mean son of a gltich…but he’s one hot son of a glitch~

((Yes, I did just potentially start something…AND I’M NOT SORRY))

[knightoftheforsaken]

Thinking Status: Verdona is unstable… I don’t think I do unstable…

((Yes, he is mean. Bondshock can do that to someone~))

[mysteriousvampiress]

Thinking Status: I am not unstable. I just know what I want and don’t like anyone else trying to take it or him from me.

[knightoftheforsaken]

Thinking Status: No— no I’m pretty sure you’re unstable.

[askclout]

Thinking Status: WHY CAN I HEAR WHAT EVERYONE IS THINKING OH GOD

[knightoftheforsaken]

Thinking Status: THAT IS A VIABLE QUESTION— AND HOW DID YOU GET IN MY HEAD. OH GODDESS— SHOULD I BE CONCERNED ABOUT THIS?

[askclout]

Thinking Status: ..................are you my conscious? 

[mysteriousvampiress]

Thinking Status: I should be the one carrying his babies not him carrying someone else’s baby!

[knightoftheforsaken]

Thinking Status: Maybe I should carry more often to keep Verdona off my tail… or I could have my spike cut off…

[mysteriousvampiress]

Thinking status: Thiesel can be one mean son of a gltich…but he’s one hot son of a glitch~

((Yes, I did just potentially start something…AND I’M NOT SORRY))

[knightoftheforsaken]

Thinking Status: Verdona is unstable… I don’t think I do unstable…

((Yes, he is mean. Bondshock can do that to someone~))

[mysteriousvampiress]

Thinking Status: I am not unstable. I just know what I want and don’t like anyone else trying to take it or him from me.

[knightoftheforsaken]

Thinking Status: No— no I’m pretty sure you’re unstable.

[askclout]

Thinking Status: WHY CAN I HEAR WHAT EVERYONE IS THINKING OH GOD

[askclout]

GSHSJSJSJKAKSKKA-- OH MY GOD. CLOUT I LOVE YOU SO MUCH IT HURTS. I WANT YOU IN MY BED RIGHT NOW PLEASE~ <3

OKAY. ouo

[askclout]

~A parade of femmes dance by Clout while he's wearing the chastity belt~

WEH. ;D;

[askclout]

If all of the guys you know were changed to femmes, who would you make your Ice Queen?

Honestly? No one. My one true Ice Queens were Mara and Dibella, and after their deaths... I've meet plenty ruthless Harem Masters willing to replace their Ice Queen, but I would never do the same with my bonded. Mara and Dibella meant everything to me. I would never go as far as to soil their image by replacing them.

[pornstarbucks]

well well well would you look at the thyme

[keroa]

STOP

[askclout]

Asgksgsgkskg. c:

[knightoftheforsaken]

"THESE JOKES ARE GETTING HORRIBLY STALE, CLOUT."

[askclout]

I don't have thyme for your lack of sense of humor.

[pornstarbucks]

well well well would you look at the thyme

[keroa]

STOP

[askclout]

Asgksgsgkskg. c:

[knightoftheforsaken]

"This is quite an… interesting turn of events. Unfortunately for you, Clout, I do not have that key." Thiesel shook his helm tiredly and returned to his charts. He had more important things to do than worry about his friend’s endangered sex life. “Perhaps if you beg enough that grey face will show you some mercy…"

[askclout]

And then Chessy burst through the nearest window, slamming into Thiesel and smashing his face into the floor repeatedly to the beat of pop goes the weasel. He only stops screaming to rabidly choke out words--as loud as he can directly in Thiesel's audio-receptor.  "YOU WILL GIVE ME THE KEY OR I WILL TEAR OPEN YOUR CHEST AND CHEW ON YOUR SPARKCHAMBER."