Look to The Skies

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[bloody-red]

More Vampire Starters

"I don't feel good. I think it was someone I ate."

"I love Halloween. No need to hide what I am."

"Werewolves. Why did it have to be werewolves?"

"I could make a joke about eating Chinese and being hungry an hour after but that would be racist."

"They do know I'm a vampire, right?"

"Most of that stuff in Dracula isn't even close to what vampires are really like."

"Fuck Anne Rice and her frilly, bitch ass vampires."

"We have a few hours until sunrise, what else do you want to do?"

"Silver bullets are for werewolves, you idiot."

"Here. You take this crucifix and stake and stay behind me."

"Are you sure that's holy water?"

"That's not going to work on me."

"Disco wasn't the worst thing ever. The classical era was the worst. The fops with their powdered wigs, pancake make up and mincing was way worse than bell bottoms."

"I am going to kill and eat you for this."

"Don't suppose you have a bottle of O+, would you?"

"You don't get a lot of sun, do you?"

"I am hundreds of years old. You need to do better than that."

"I just need a taste."

"You're not going out wearing that are you? It's not the 19th century any more."

"Isn't the moon beautiful?"

"I'm not sure how old you think I am but I don't do the club scene."

"What is that, the sun? What time is it? Why did you wake me up so early?"

"Is that screaming? Wonderful."

"Come here pet, I'm hungry."

"Can't this wait until evening? It's almost sunrise."

[sluaxmuiren]

Bar Room Talk

(starter for @bloody-red)

Oran glanced around the bar room for a few moments, almost as if he was looking for someone. Not finding them, he moved to the bar and leaned against it until he got the redhead’s attention.

“Hey, can I get a Guiness here?”

Might as well act normal. He wasn’t actually on the clock and he needed to see if this bar even fit the m.o. Because otherwise, he would end up sounding like a crazy person.

He should have never told the FBI that his sister was a selkie.

[bloody-red]

He had been idly folding the cloth napkins that stayed almost exclusively in a basket behind the bar. It had been a slow day. A few groups of regulars filled the room with light chatter, but that was all. 

Aware of the new customer, Kaede finished folding the napkin he already had in his hands before he looked up. 

“Sure thing.” He casually pulled a glass from behind the bar and started up what he hoped would be a somewhat interesting conversation.

“So, are you new around here?”

[wxlfencrest-deactivated20171207]

“Oh yeah, right. You’re an emo, right? Your kind is kinda cool. You look like those guys from Fairytail!” He spoke without hesitating. Really why was he out tonight anyways? Right, manga. But he had no luck in finding a shop with the latest volume of Naruto.

[bloody-red]

He found the ‘your kind’ comment rather amusing and dignified it with a laugh, but in general had heard it all before. Everybody had something to say about his unusual appearance. After the obligatory pause and “Uh hu” Kaede decided it was best if he went with his usual partially-interested demeanor. 

“Thanks... I guess?”

[oiranix]

There was a ruckus going on in the brothel, nothing too much out of an ordinary. Louder tones of voices and stomping feet running about the hallways so this was more or less out of Oiran’s interest as she simply sat and enjoyed a nice smoke of her long smoking pipe. She glanced outside her tatami room enjoying the sight of cherry blossoms in the inner part of the brothel. Somewhat cynical actually. 

Then the sudden change of pace when the loud steps had come to her room and who ever was the owner of them, ripped open the slide-able doors in a rough manner. 

A young man stood in her doorway as he sharply closed the doors behind himself making the Oiran more than alarmed of the newcomer but even so she kept her composure well as she set aside her smoking pipe to talk to the stranger. 

[♥]“And who might you be? I have no audiences today at this time of the day.”[♥]

@bloody-red

[bloody-red]

Noting another person in the room, Kaede frantically scanned his surroundings. He wasn’t necessarily safe, but this room was presumably less dangerous than outside or the hallway. Unfortunately this thought did not lend itself to any sort of calm. Being able to survive for this long had taught him to always be on edge, ready to jump off at the slightest sign of danger. 

He stood taken aback at the relative calm of the person he had intruded on. After stuttering for a moment the demon went to quickly explain himself.

“Please, I need your help! Please, I know this is all out of order and strange but I have some bad people after me. If they find me they will do worse things than kill me. Please, I need help.” Asking was a rather new concept to Kaede. He, of course, understood it but was not used to having it work. In the place he came from if you wanted anything you needed to be strong enough to take it. He was so weak, but among humans there was more of a place for weakness, so he would plead. Almost certainly his pursuers were in the process of gaining access to the building, one way or another. There was no time to waste. 

[altxnate]

Seojun stiffened slightly when his personal bubble was invaded, and he tried to not do his automatic reaction and curl up into a ball. This stranger was much too friendly for Seojun’s comfort. He raised a sweaty palm, writing something on the pad and showing it to the stranger. “What do you mean by ‘being a complete dick’? “ He took the paper back, and quickly scrawled another message in. “And… is it okay if you can step back a bit…? “

Seojun shifted a little, trying to politely pry himself away - he didn’t want to seem rude to the stranger after all. 

[bloody-red]

Opting to take the wallet, a safe bet, as apposed to any other items he touched on, Kaede grinned. 

“Aw, sure thing pal.” In one motion he slipped away his little prize and spun to face the other once again. 

“I just thought we could have some fun.” He winked, holding up the wallet playfully, already beginning to step away slowly into the crowd. It really was all a game to him. A foolish feeling of being untouchable and somewhere above or below the law allowed him to dance right on the line between play and serious hurt. 

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[thebloomingrosefamily]

Things got worse when he returned home and his servants could tell their master was not in the best of moods, causing fear into them.

[bloody-red]

After sitting immobile for what he would later estimate to be twenty minutes, Kaede finally looked up, pinching the bridge of his nose. He muttered a string of curses and slapped a few bucks on the table, before promptly getting up and leaving. 

Part of him did not want to fly home. For once, the sky did not feel like his domain. But he was too freshly angry to heed the danger of flying. Earth had made him soft and reckless. There was no way he was going to let anybody take the sky from him. 

[bloody-red]

@oiranix

Eyes wild and clothes tattered, the scrappy teen ran at full tilt through the streets of the red light district. He quickly chose a building that he thought would be easy to climb and scrambled up the side. It’s bottom half was covered in lattice work, making it easy to scale. With an odd grace he vaulted himself over the railing that enclosed the top floor of the building, his pursuers hollering as they saw him disappear into the building. Were they completely human he would have lead them far away so he could dispatch them, but as he found out too late, they were not human. His only chance to survive was a crowded place, full of humans. Weaker demons like them and himself put themselves in great danger by revealing their nature in such vast crowds, so as long as he stayed hidden in humanity, he was safe. 

Once he felt he had run deep enough into the building he burst into a random room. He did not care who occupied it, they were likely less of a threat than the people outside. He slammed the door shut and turned to face whoever was inside. 

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@bloody-red like for a starter with Shuu!

“Your hair looks like it´s on fire. Are you trying to be emo or something?”

Good move, Shuu. Mock people when you first talk to them. Good move.

[bloody-red]

“Uh, no. My hair actually grows out of my head this color because I’m literally the fire-breathing spawn of Satan.” He droned, with an exaggerated roll of his eyes. 

[k-urage]

[bloody-red]

>> Like for a starter 

Open to everybody

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[thebloomingrosefamily]

Now fury definitely built up inside the god, but he managed to keep it under control or else a large storm would brew up.

“Hmph. Anyone would be offended by someone like you…do you even know how to apologize or actually listen to others? You probably wouldn’t because you only know how to hurt them,” he tells him.

He was tired of people like this.

This child needed to understand what manners meant besides from being a little shit.

[bloody-red]

Already facing away by the time the god spoke, his only response was hunching his shoulders and if the words were an icy wind blowing at his back. Damn, he really hated getting so emotional about trivial matters. So many times the demon had told himself he was on longer going to let his past have such a firm grip on him. He did not want to deal with this right now. He did not want to be emotional right now. He did not want the concerned looks from other patrons. 

Defeated, he slumped back into the booth and pushed his plate to the side so he could rest his face in his hands. He hadn't been angry like this is so long. 

[altxnate]

There was a moment of pride that swelled up inside of Seojun, before a moment of confusion passed over his eyes. He stared at the stranger, hands signing out a “What do you mean?“ But Seojun noticed the small confusion in the stranger’s eyes, and quickly dove into his pocket, pulling out a tiny notepad and well used pen, reserved just for moments like these.

‘Um, I’m confused - what do you mean about fingerprints? I saw you drop this… ‘ Seojun wrote hurriedly on the notepad before showing it to the stranger.

He felt his throat tighten up - did he make a mistake?! Did he pass it to the wrong person?! Was his eyes failing him? Is he now just seeing things? Oh god - what if it was stolen?! The confusion that painted his face earlier slid off his face, replaced with apprehension. Breath, Seojun, breath. He… he probably just got the wrong person, that’s all, right?

Seojun wrote a little bit more on the paper. ‘You mean to say, this isn’t… your wallet? ‘

[bloody-red]

Seeing how easily he was able to cause apprehension, he instantly let his guard down. He could tell no threat, immediate or otherwise, from this stranger: weak, innocent. He could not say he understood such people, but he defiantly liked them. letting out a jovial laugh Kaede moved to put his arm over the other’s shoulder, likely jostling him a little bit with the less then graceful movement. 

“I’ll tell you what - I like you, so I’m not gonna be a complete dick to you.” Hoping that his jostling movements would provide and adequate distraction, he took his arm away and moved it down to see if his new acquaintance had anything else worthwhile in his pockets.  

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Zeus looks over at the male and huffs.

“I clearly don’t appreciate being mocked at…” he tells him.

The god was clearly upset from the way the male chose to insult him, or at least that’s what he figured.

“If you wish to know more about me, perhaps you could at least be more mindful of what you say? Or have some manners instead of acting like a little shit. You don’t mock people on their first date.”

[bloody-red]

Several responses raced through Kaede’s head, all of which he was sure would get him in big trouble. He closed his eyes as if it would help him contain his annoyance. It worked, to an extent. 

Moving out of the others way a taking half a step back towards his seat, he looked the god directly in the eyes. 

“You know what?” He halfheartedly threw his hands up in the air to exemplify his frustration. “Whatever. Do what you want. I can’t stop you anyway... Oh, and if you’ve been through so much, you shouldn’t get hurt so easily.” He knew that’s not how things really worked, but centuries of frustration and resentment were beginning to boil to the surface. He had spend so long running from other non-humans and now here was a god, standing right in front of him, whining like a child. Part of him knew this assessment was unfair, but the rest of him did not care. He walked back to his seat, seemingly calm after his short outburst. 

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Zeus looks down at the male.

“You understand the things you say about us gods…I’ve heard many times before.hence the reason for me to not trust others…because they see me as a god, not as person myself…”

[bloody-red]

He took a long, slow breath in and let out an equally long sigh. He really did not want to deal with this ‘we have feeling too’ bullshit. Staring at the ground in a mildly annoyed manner, he seriously starting to question what had possessed him to meet with Zeus or even agree to talk to him ever again.  Previously, he had tried not to think too hard about the dynamic between him and the god, but now he realized that was a mistake. Kaede couldn’t believe he was doing this.

“Dude...” He said in another sigh before looking up. “I don’t even know what I said wrong. Just like... learn to roll with the fucking punches. How am I gonna know any better if you just up and storm off?” At this point, he couldn’t even produce the energy to laugh at his own accidental pun.  

[scngfroid-blog]

Shit. He could have used his father’s ID, surely that would have worked? No, no, he chided himself for that thought. Despite their relation, Hideaki and his father looked almost nothing alike, aside from the shared affliction dealing with sight. In place of his scrawny figure, his father was broad shouldered, always standing with a slight slouch. The absence of strawberry blond hair was filled by a darkened hue of brown, almost like petrified tree bark. The two were nothing alike, not in personality, not in actions, nothing. They were more foreign to each other than he was to the world of the dead in his youth. In short, it was hard to consider a man who looked and acted nothing like him anything short of a guardian figure. Nothing more, thoughts of something less circulating almost daily.

A sigh of minor frustration left the teen’s lips, Hideaki tapping his fingers against the bar counter. “I… don’t have one, not on me.” He knew that had to have sounded bad – an underage kid trying to buy whiskey never sounded or looked good.

“I swear it’s for my dad, though.” He looked to the bartender, mentally pleading that a spirit would appear behind him – wooing with the “I can see your dead whatnot” may have just gotten him what he needed this time. “Can’t you cut me a break?”

[bloody-red]

If any sort of spirit was going to make an appearance in relation to the demon, it would likely be faded, distant, or completely unintelligible. Spirits anchor themselves by attaching to something of this world, but Kaede himself was hardly attached to this plane. He realized this over the years and after several desperate attempts to get in touch with the long dead. No matter how long he stayed on Earth, he would never really escape his origins. Living for so long really had its downside. 

Being comparatively old to humans, he had seen a lot in his time on Earth. One of the things he had been seeing all too often recently was teenagers trying to trick him into giving them booze. This kid didn’t really seem the type, but it wasn’t really worth the risk. 

“Listen, regardless of whether I believe that or not, I can’t give alcohol to anybody without an ID.” He offered up a half-smile 

“I’d love to help you out, but I’d also like to keep my job. I can get you anything else we have... just not alcohol.”

[altxnate]

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As much as his anxiety stopped him from approaching strangers often, he wasn’t super shy anymore - his therapist helped him out on his social skills, and the RFA really helped him even more. So, when he noticed a dropped wallet, this time, Seojun didn’t hesitate. He picked the wallet up before a snatcher could take it, and ran to the person who dropped it. “Excuse me!“ Seojun signed with a free hand after tapping the man on the shoulder. “You dropped your wallet!“ Just in case he didn’t understand sign language, Seojun held up the wallet.

[bloody-red]

Immediately ready to fight or flee, Kaede froze as soon as he felt a tap on his shoulder. This surely meant somebody had seen his hand slip into another pedestrian’s handbag and extract the leather wallet. A silent tap on the shoulder usually meant confrontation. Unfortunate. He had been rather satisfied with himself; fifty dollars in cash and a subtly discarded wallet, or so he thought. His left hand tightened around the crumpled wad of cash hidden in his jacket pocket as he turned, with a falsely inquisitive smile, to face whoever it was. 

Rather surprised by the quick sign language that met him, he was only able to pick out the word dropped. If that meant what he thought it did, this was certainly a relief. He hardly knew enough to sign back, so he just hoped the person could hear or read lips. 

“Thank you. That’s very kind of you. How sweet.” There was a brief pause as he considered if he should take the wallet or not. Best to avoid it, he had already wiped his fingerprints off it once. 

“But you know, you really don’t want you fingerprints on that thing. Trust me.” This guy seemed innocent enough, probably easy to mess with. This could be fun. 

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Bars were ugly. He’d grown a distinctly averse mindset to them time and time again, Hideaki could never find the use in having them around. They were hubs for idiots to get drunk at and slobber all over the counter, causing even more trouble for the bartender. His father had worked at one for a week before getting fired for taking a bottle home and, miraculously, his son had managed to hate the place just as he had. Walking into one was absolute torture, though he’d give this one props for not smelling like its drinks. He made a begrudging walk to the counter, hands in his pockets, and a look of slight annoyance on his face. 

“Do you have any, er, ‘bourbon whiskey’? I think that was what it was called, anyways.  My dad wanted me to grab some while we’re in town.” 

[bloody-red]

Having worked in all manner of unsavory establishments in the past, Kaede truly appreciated the swept dark oak floors and soft glow coming from the pendant lamps that hung above the bar. If not spotless the bar was a least rustic: it smelled of alcoholic and aging wood, a few places on the walls and tables had names and symbols etched into them, outdated jazz came from a pair of speakers behind the bar, even the customers, for the most part, were of the older variety. He quite liked the night shift. It was easy. All of the patrons were either laughing raucously with friends or sitting alone and face down. He had little to do besides refill glasses and throw the occasional obnoxious drunk out onto the streets. 

He had been cleaning up a rather large puddle of beer off the bar counter when the bell above the door chimed. He had learned it was best not to engage until approached, so he did’t look up until he was addresses. 

“Yeah, no problem. You’ve come to the right place.” He paused to brace himself against the bar with his hands and considered the person before him for a few seconds. “I gotta see some ID first, though.”