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♘|| "Wow, I haven't been around in a few days, weeks--, hell, I admit it's been months. But there's rumors of me being dead? Please."
“Okay. Even though you only used it once, you used it well, so it’s okay.”
do you think leo likes ya boobs
♘|| ”Tsk. T-think I care?”
✖| ”…Why do you look like Alice!” Only one person called him shorty. At least right now, though, Oz was taller. Of course he’d know if this person was his Alice or not —
♘|| "I-- shut up, idiot! It's not my fault, okay?!", she huffed, as she crossed her arms before turning away with a blush. Seriously, why him... of all people? Why him? She hated having to look up at people, especially if they weren't worthy, which was the case with Oz, since he was born a Vessalius. Though, suddenly being shorter than Shorty wasn't his main problem. She stood before him, clothed in a dress, with long hair and a feminine body. It honestly couldn't get more embarrassing, now could it?
"I... didn't ask for this, alright? It--it just happened!"
✖| … She looked like Alice? But yet… she talked like… “Elliot…?”
♘|| The Nightray heir blinked once and twice at the blonde, unsure whether she understood correctly. "--S-shorty?" But how, just how did he tell?
Conversion. || Open RP
♘|| Sighing, the Nightray scion walked about, still unsatisfied with her new outer appearance - because honestly, a fancy dress, long hair and a feminine body weren't exactly things a 16 year old boy liked, and much less wanted to have - but she came to accept it. Somehow at least. She had quieted down, had stopped yelling and forced herself to walk as normally as she could, so she wouldn't act suspiciously. (Which was a problem itself since he was neither used in wearing high heels, nor a dress with a hoop skirt under it, which he had to lift up so she wouldn't stumble and fall over it.)
She then glanced in order to find someone she could entrust her little problem, though off all sudden she twitched, noticing a piercing pain in her feet. "Damnit, those shoes are freaking killing me, I swear--", she mumbled as she thought about whether to take them off or not - because actually it wouldn't be noticed anyway, her shirt was long enough to cover her feet, but otherwise... what if someone noticed. Someone who should better not know about this whole transformation. It seemed like there was no helping it... she would have to keep them on, though she couldn't help wondering how actual women could walk, dance and even run with these kind of shoes.
♘|| A soft sigh escaped her lips. "Stop staring at me-- idiots."
M!A: you're a female that looks like alice for 3 days
♘|| There was them. Another one of those almighty greyfaces, pointing their finger on him and speaking the spell, the curse, that would affect him for the specific period of time they’d chose. And what, what, what? N-no… they simply couldn’t be serious. But before the Nightray could raise his voice and yell, the transformation began—
-poof-
“W-what… why do I have breasts— and why am I wearing a dress?! This is totally unacceptable—!”
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♘|| "G-good morning, I guess--?"
I am Elliot Nightray!
I love how some of us RPers write to each other
In character: *nice, lovely constructed paragraphs filled with good dialogue*
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Put a word in my ask and I will write a Headcanon about it for my Muse.
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A Grim Fate | Open RP
It was a small hope that Elliot would hear him. Beyond the barrier separating the noirette from the person so close to him, maybe his cries would somehow break through and could be heard by Elliot and Elliot only. The chance of that in all likelihood was very small, but the way their words had connected before seemed to make perfect sense. If Leo could feel physical touch just from when he got punched, then saying something and have the Nightray hear him could not be too far of a stretch.
Leo got up on shaky legs and stumbled over to the orb. He could almost feel tears in his eyes because the noirette now knew that he wasn’t dreaming. Elliot was right there in front of him. How was he supposed to get out though. Obviously Glen would not let him out so easily.
“Leo—! It’s you, isn’t it? Yeah— I can hear you perfectly fine—”,
The first tear fell. “Elliot!” A ghost of a smile appeared on his lips, because Leo knew that his words could be heard. “Elliot, help me! Glen has me trapped inside myself!” And yet, Leo still thought that it was impossible to get out. He couldn’t do it. At that moment, he felt a slight reflex as Elliot drew closer. He looked so beautiful, and…
No… Glen was-! “Elliot get away from me! Glen wants to kill you!” No! He wouldn’t let Elliot go again. He didn’t want to see him die again. “Elliot!” Then Leo turned and shouted into the darkness. “Stop it, Glen!!”
♘|| It was an odd feeling, odd yet familiar to hear a voice in his head as if it belonged to him. It was an odd feeling too, to be with Leo and by the same time being separated not only by death but now even by spheres. To have Leo by his side, to be able to pull him in for a hug which could shield him from all the dangers of this wide world, even though it wouldn't save him from his inner problem, his inner suffering caused by the maggot called Glen which dared to use Leo's body not only without his permission but for such sinful deeds. And Leo-- his beloved Leo wasn't strong enough to fight him back alone - of course he wasn't; who'd be strong-willed enough to fight someone as cruel, as heartless and as determined as Glen back by themselves? Especially after all the pain, loneliness and sadness his poor friend had gone through after his death, whereby his worst concerns came to life.
Though, even if the actual Leo was so distant, there was a small and thin, though indestructible bond formed between them. A bond only only felt, only shared by the both of them. And Elliot could tell it gave solace, especially because he hadn't had a clue how to reach Leo until just now.
“Elliot, help me! Glen has me trapped inside myself!"
Leo! ... but of course, Elliot had thought so already. Why else would his beloved friend's character change so drastically without reason? And why would Leo accept someone like this to dominate his body for such selfish deeds? Even though the angel now could estimate the importance and the role of the Baskervilles, this guy seriously had some nerve messing with his friend like this. So what if he was the next Glen? So what if he was supposed to do this and that? Leo was a free man still, perhaps chosen by fate, though his fate wasn't determined, but resting in his hands alone. Tsk. Glen should know Elliot better than to expect him be unable to help the noirette. But before he could answer, Leo spoke up again, his voice twisted in fear--
"Elliot get away from me! Glen wants go kill you!"
Heh. Then go ahead and try, Elliot thought, stubbornly approaching Leo before pulling him in for a hug, wrapping his pure wings around him and resting his head on his shoulder. A faint smirk formed on his lips as he whispered into his ear.
"Don't be foolish and underestimate me, Glen. I know how powerful you are, but... I am already dead. You cannot kill me. You have no authority over death. Though, I'm well aware of you are able to hurt me, but--", he paused, before letting out a huff. "I do not fear getting hurt if it brings Leo back."
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♔»| He stared at the young Nightray rather thoroughly for a moment.
“I.. simply wasn’t expecting you. Usually your attendance at Latowidge Academy for the term makes your presence—scarce..”
♘|| Sighing, Elliot crossed his arms due to what his adopted brother said to him. It was true that his school attendance caused him a pretty busy schedule and thus made it almost impossible to get home during the week, but this was still his home. Plus, being the heir to a dukedom also burdened him with other responsibilities than education, such as--
"Hmpf. You should've known I came. Father called for me."
Fingers linked behind her back as she shifted her weight forward, a grin appearing on semi-glossed lips. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t the master swordsman himself.~ Elliot, right?” Her head tilted at this small pause, “Am I not allowed to look for a good time~? You’d be surprised what type of entertainment a girl can find out here.~”
♘|| Almost instinctively reaching out for the grip to his sword, the noble focused his light blue irises on her. He didn't trust her. Not at all. Not after all those stories he had heard about the Baskervilles and the crimes they have committed one hundred years ago. "That's correct. I'm Elliot. Elliot Nightray", Elliot said plainly, still watching her every move attentively.
"So? What kind of entertainment is it, I wonder? You surely won't mind telling me, will you?"