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(I wanna rp in some of my Verses, so please leave a like and a Verse you’d like to rp in! :3)
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All the Verses Drensi can easily be in in his normal form and other forms. Dragon Ball Verse: In this Universe, Drensi will be in a differe
(Alrighty!! Hello hello! Let me know if you guys want starters from the boys! Please also come into my DMs to plot if you’ve got an idea! I’d really like to start RPing again so imma get it goin!
Feel free to specify if you want an RP with:
Drensi
The Slayer
Red
Lust
Black Cat
Also please specify which AU Verse you want each of them in!! ….Currently though I think the only two with AUs are Drensi and The Slayer..
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(Also sorry my brain is fried from this heat, but I’m forcing myself to respond to things here to keep stuff going and get me back into the swing of writing again! You sending me asks is helping me out tremendously so thank you!!! X3)
All topics (technically Creatures) are part of Drensi’s main Universe:
Shadows
Parasites
The Grimm
The Three Islands
Shadow Slayer’s (or Slayer’s in general)
The Drones
Shadow’s In Depth Topics:
Cocooning
Shadow’s Drink
Shadow’s Cure
Crazed Shadow
Leaders
Shapeshifting
Stomach
Normal Abilities
Shadow Drones
Testtube Shadows
How to create a Testtube Shadow
Actual Shadows
Weaknesses
How to kill a Shadow
What are Shadow’s immune to?
Parasite in depth topics:
Abilities
Host
Host Transfer
What would make a great Host?
How does a Parasite heal?
Weaknesses
What are Parasite’s immune to?
How to kill a Parasite
(If I remember more I will add more XD)
The Grimm in depth Topics:
What is a Grimm?
Abilities
(If I remember more, more will be added)
The Three Islands’ in depth topics:
The Tent
The Obstacle
The Tree
Anniversary of the Three Islands
Ruler of the Three Islands
Choosing a Ruler
About the Three Islands
Erasers
Wisps
(Any more topics that aren’t here or if anyone asks more in depth about said topics I’ll be happy to explain! :3)
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Kitt had been doing a bit of work, locked up in her room for a good portion of the day. The felinoid had been busy with repairs on some of the gadgets and contraptions that she had left to build up for a while now.
After a few hours, she finally emerged from her room. Stretching her arms as well as her back as she did so. However, it did not take long for her to suddenly pick up an odd sound coming from her den.
Making sure not to make any sounds herself, she carefully made her way into the living room. There she noticed something on her couch in the semi-darkness. Quickly putting on her lights and flipping up the goggles that she had been wearing, her wintergreen hues widen in shock at who it was.
Her shock soon enough became absolute anger.
“What in the bloody …?” she rasped to herself, clenching her fists before catching a glimpse of a thick leather bound sitting on her table nearby.
Without a second to spare, the cat woman grabs the fairly heavy book of hers and tosses the literary heavy weight right into the snoring Slayer’s face.
“What the hell are you doing here!?” Kitt inquired in a very incredulous manner before taking a few more steps closer to him, teeth bared and pupils narrowed.
Red’s eyes snapped from the Slayer and moved to Kitt as she had spoke, his smile left his face and all he did was stare as she spoke. Pay for her roof was it? That was rich coming from a girl that was about to have her guts strewn all over her home and his face showed exactly what he was thinking. Red quite enjoyed this game he was playing, and clearly they despised it. Percy though, it was strange to see him standing with his sworn enemy to fight him. Then Red’s head tilted to one side as his gaze went back to Percy with a look of confusion on his face. Why was Percy working with her anyway? What was in it for him?
The Slayer watched the man’s mannerisms as the feline woman clearly tried distracting the stranger so he could get to him, the Slayer knew this from experience and because the Shadow and his friend did this to him so many times. They would make him talk, or distract him in some way to get him to mess up his plans and they always worked, and he’d hoped it would be the same way for this stranger. Every time the stranger looked away, the Slayer would inch closer and would stop when he’d look back. His black tendrils moved softly, seeming like they were just at rest but in reality they were preparing for a strike.
Red however wasn’t stupid and since he was the one who had taken over Percy and left a bit of himself attached to him, the red dot on the black little blob, he knew exactly what Percy was thinking but he played it off so that he was distracted with what Kitt said and he spoke to make it further seem like it, “Really? I’m going to be paying for your flimsy roof,” he burst out laughing and his hands gripped at his sides as he did so.
This was rich, and Red completely noticed how close the Slayer was to striking him now, and he chuckled more. They thought he was stupid, but to be honest, he’d never really seen Percy fight before so he was quite curious. To be honest, the idea that he heard in Percy’s mind was a good one, and if he hadn’t been sharing Percy’s mind, he would have been none the wiser to it. And yet it was still strange how they were working together, so he’d test it.
His body lifted and he ran his fingers through his blonde locks, flashing his fangs at them as his red eyes went to Percy again. How was he going to let Percy actually fight him? Should he stop cheating and turn off the link for a few minutes? He could always control him later, if need be. He still really wanted to know just how strong Percy actually was, so he cut the link. He waited for a strike, any strike at all, but right now his gaze went back to Kitt.
Red decided to humor them and spoke some more, forcing himself to actually get distracted, so began Percy’s test, “Why do I have to pay for your roof? Can’t you make him do it,” he asked nodding to Percy, “You clearly despise him, don’t think I didn’t hear that, because I did.”
The Slayer was now in perfect position to strike and Red saw that, but the Slayer waited for a few minutes to let the conversation play out, it would be too quick to strike now, and so the Slayer added to the conversation and those red eyes snapped back, which made the Slayer very uncomfortable, “Oh don’t worry dear, I’ve got to pay for her window and floor replacements so you’re not the only one having to pay for something.”
The Slayer kept staring into those red eyes and Red did the same, and mentally the Slayer wised the guy would look away so he could strike but the stranger stared at him for a while. What was this man’s infatuation with him? Did…Did this guy think he was cute? Was that why? And he thought he was bad. Apparently this guy was gay too, but that didn’t stop the Slayer from helping the Shadow’s friend and protecting himself.
Kitt kept her icy green glare on the crimson-eyed stranger. She already knew that she needed to be very careful around this ‘man’. Judging by his mannerisms, he was rather unpredictable and didn’t feel at all concerned that he was outnumbered two to one. His somewhat laxed stance and cocky attitude told her to stay on her guard.
And with the way Red seemed to keep tabs on them both during her talk with him made her assume that he might be expecting an ambush from the Slayer. It was a fairly common tactic used in combat, so she didn’t really think the crazed man-creature would fall for it. Still, the felinoid kept the conversation going as she formulated some backup plans.
“Hmph! .. Well it surely wasn’t flimsy til you’re oversized, insectoid arse broke right through it” Kitt corrected him in an annoyed tone.
After hearing the villain admit to listening to she and the Slayer’s earlier argument, Kitt clicked her tongue and huffed indignantly.
“Is that right!? .. So you’re an eavesdroppin’ pervert who gets kicks out of peekin’ into women’s windows on top of bein’ a brainsick lunatic, aye?! … Well ya certainly fit the part quite nicely there” the cat woman snapped back. Her teeth slightly bared by this point just as the Slayer put in his two cents and brought up his own tab that she had charged him with.
Afterwards, Kitt then briefly gestures over to the Slayer. “An’ he’s not the one tryin’ ta pick a fight with me in the first place .. Well .. At least, not today he’s not …. Either way, if you’re too broke ta cough up the cash at the moment .. I’m sure we can think of a proper arrangement for ya” the felinoid replies to Red. Her last few words bathed in sarcasm as a ghost of a smirk formed on her lips.
Kitt had no clue about Red’s psychic link to the Slayer. Right now, her best bet was to keep the villain talking as she brainstormed. She still had several things on hand to help her out, like her smoke bombs and such. But with little to no knowledge of what the stranger was actually capable of, she’ll need to take every scrap of advantage she could get.
Her eyes made some small subtle glances around the giant creature and rubble that had now taken over her living room. She looks over towards her quaint, kitchen nook right behind Red and sees her teapot. She had remembered the fresh brew that she had set up there earlier for her evening tea. Soon enough, it’ll be ready and set off a whistle. With possibilities swimming in the back of her mind, she starts to speak to the insectoid again. This time with a genuine question regarding his interest in the Slayer.
“Mind tellin’ me exactly what it is that ya want with this bloke so badly?! .. From what I can see .. he doesn’t even seem ta know you”
Yet again, what she said made Red laugh, and it only increased more as she continued talking. Percy was now close enough to him to strike, he knew that and they were clearly trying to distract him and keep him talking. His smile would widen with each thing she said, at a couple of her statements he’d laugh but at all times he kept his eyes on the both of them. Now there was silence from him, and yet again, Red’s burning red eyes moved to The Slayer but this time stayed plastered on those beautiful now clouded black eyes glowing slightly purple.
The Slayer tensed when those red eyes moved to him, he was just about to strike, he had the perfect opportunity until the stranger looked at him and kept his eyes glued on him. His black tendrils pulsed in movement behind him, waiting for the moment when the stranger turned back to the Shadow’s friend. He begged for that opportunity to happen, and for this creep to tear his gaze away from him. His right hand was clenched tightly ready to swing a nasty punch to the stranger’s face, the Slayer literally begged for that opportunity.
When the Shadow’s friend asked the part about what Red wanted Percy for, he laughed again, but kept his stern gaze at Percy when he answered her question, he didn’t hide at all what he wanted and at this moment the only movement Red made was turning his body fully to Percy and answered the Shadow’s friend, “Well my dear, what I want is dear Percy,” he chuckled softly and tilted his head to one side still staring at Percy as he continued, “He was to be my lover, I was to have his body for mine, and mine alone. He had rejected me for so long, so instead I chose to keep going after him. So you could say I want that, sweet, warm, soft body…,” Red trailed off, and with each of the last few words, he’d take a step closer until Red was finally standing in front Percy and a sick twisted lustful smile on his face, those cute black eyes staring up at him wide with a mix of fear and confusion.
Red kept that smile and enjoyed every second of Percy’s look, longing for that look to be caused by him, and after a few minutes his mouth closed but he was still smiling and his eyes lowered to the wound and without hesitating his hand touched Percy’s wound on his chest. A smirk cracked when Percy made a wince at his hand gently pressing along the wound that he had caused, then after a second of fondling that wound began taking off Percy’s rubber-like armor and dropped it to the floor beside him, the went to the zipper of Percy’s brown jacket and began to pull that zipper down. The Slayer though just stood there and let it happen as he and the stranger stared into each other’s eyes. The Slayer didn’t know why this was happening or what he was doing but he still let it happen none the less, slightly shaking but not enough to give the stranger the satisfaction, and no matter what the man said, he stayed in place, letting that man unzip his brown jacket and let him pull it off and drop that too. Then the stranger’s hand pressed against his chest, the Slayer was now wearing a black shirt that showed a small bit of his chest, a v shaped collar, and felt as the stranger looped his finger into the lowest part of the v collar, and he felt a cold knuckle against his chest, and then in a swift motion, his shirt was pulled free of his body and plopped right next to his other articles of clothing, and now the Slayer’s chest was bare.
The sewn bloody and black wound could be seen now along with pretty much everything else on his torso. The Slayer had muscle, but no abs, at least from what anyone could see. His belly was flat, but very subtle bumps under the skin indicating he indeed did have abs. His arms muscles bulged with how tight his black hands were clenching, and the black tarryness ended somewhere in the middle of his forearm and continued to fair skin color making it look pale against the black of his clawed tar-like hands. The Slayer was actually quite handsome, and fit. He looked let he could take anything that would come at him, and he clearly did whenever he was fighting the Shadow and his friend.
The Slayer breathed, his chest moving softly their eyes still plastered into each other’s eyes, the tendrils on each of their backs wiggle together and then Red’s red clawed hand yet again went to Percy’s chest, touching the wound again, and that was when the Slayer finally noticed the dark bloody red tendril, then he finally put two and two together. The Slayer’s eyes widened slightly but snapped back when the stranger’s moved back to his eyes then right after moved down to the now visible wound. It was strange though, it looked as if the stranger’s eyes softened and that cold red hand ran along his bare chest, and all the Slayer could do was stand there, stare, and take it. At this moment he wanted more than anything for the Shadow’s friend to strike now, so he could get away from this creep, get away from his touch that made him feel so uncomfortable. He wanted more than anything for it to stop and now he was shaking ever so slightly.
Every time Red would guffaw at every word she says, the felinoid could feel the fur at the back of her neck bristle with agitation. Whoever this .. creature was .. was clearly not feeling any type of edge around them and just seemed to be taking everything in stride. Kitt could plainly see that she and the Slayer’s little idea wasn’t working. By the stranger’s mannerisms, he seemed to already suspect the upcoming ambush. A plan B was now in order.
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Oh this bitch was really getting on his nerves. Red still had his hand caressing Percy’s soft bare chest. Each time she’d put in her two cents, Red’s face would turn sourer and sourer as time progressed. He’d never look at her though, he kept his eyes planted in Percy’s, but his face was definitely beginning to show his anger. The Slayer caught that and a ghost of a smirk would enter his face. The Shadow’s friend was definitely angering the stranger and he could tell he was getting almost getting the chance to strike.
Red had half a mind to run his tendrils through her pretty little head throughout her infuriating speech, especially at the last part about him being a “half-cooked mantis shrimp.” That was set him over the edge but nothing prepared him for what happened next.
Red was literally about to turn his head to that infuriating feline and cut in with his own insults but that wasn’t before he felt scalding liquid shatter all over his back. The scream he made as he tore his hand away from Percy and the flailing tendrils equaled his rage and pain and he couldn’t help but stagger back a few steps. His screams of agony honestly almost made the Slayer laugh until the Shadow’s friend interjected and begrudgingly told him to strike.
The Slayer didn’t have to be asked twice. Finally, he sent a mean uppercut to the screaming stranger and that tight tar-like fist met with the bottom of Red’s chin. Red’s head snapped upward, his eyes wide with surprise as it felt as if the force of the punch almost snapped his neck, then came another right hook to the side of his jaw, causing him to stagger away and his sight to go blurry. The Slayer then jumped back, fists up and at the ready as his black tendrils curled around his body in a protective stance, preparing for a strike back from the stranger now seemingly out of it and surprised for a bit.
Honestly, the Slayer didn’t actually strike the stranger’s throat like the Shadow’s friend wanted, but he hoped this would be good enough and satisfactory for her to come at the stranger herself. Their silent truce had officially started, and he had made it a point to make sure the Shadow’s friend wasn’t met with any devastating blows from the stranger. As much as he hated it, he was going to assist her, especially with getting this bastard out of her home hopefully in a bloody mess. The Slayer welcomed and waited to assist the Shadow’s friend in the ass-woopin of a life time because it damned well always worked on him. He was just happy he was on the giving end instead of receiving it.
She takes a step back as Red began to scream and writhe in pain from the scolding hot tea. Through narrowed eyes, she watched his body and tendrils flail about, making sure she stays out of reach of them. At one point, one did manage to try to take a swing at her, but she was swift enough to dodge away before it reduced a nearby chair to splinters.
With her fighting cane still gripped in her gloved hands, she watched as Percy finally seemed to snap out of his stupor and used the opportunity to fight back and strike at the insectoid-looking man with his own tendrils. Each hit was hard and their impacts can be heard every time until he was able to push Red back and regain his footing once again. With him taking their enemy’s full attention now, Kitt took her chance and decided to take the opening. Rushing a few steps forward, she leaps up and takes a swing with her cane’s crook the the side of Red’s head as hard as she could muster. With a grunt, she lands on the sofa and regains her own fighting stance, preparing for a possible counter attack.
Her mind was now in full tactics mode. With Red nearly going full berserker, he was highly likely to make stupid mistakes during their combat. Seeing red and attacking blindly like a mad bull. She needed to be highly alert for all the openings he would likely give her or to Percy. She can only assume that he would be aware of this, too. She didn’t know how advanced Red’s transformation skills were, so this was going to be rather insane no doubt. Either way, she still has plenty of tricks up her sleeve and in her pockets to assist her.
Her only goal here is to get this villain totally subdued or incapacitated as quickly as possible. Her flat has already suffered severe damage to the walls and ceiling, so she was unsure if the place would even be salvageable after all this was done. As for Percy, she could only hope that their temporary truce would at least stick around long enough for things to cool down afterwards.
It seemed like only a few seconds he had gotten to rest until another hard hit went to the side of his head, causing Red to do a little spin before this time dropping to the floor. He seemed to be down there for quite a good bit, and the Slayer had lowered his arms and tendrils slightly, thinking that they had way too easily won this fight with a look of pure confusion on his face, until Red stood again.
Honestly, Red’s steps to his feet were quite shakey as he straightened himself, now holding his jaw, his red orbs wide with surprise at how hard and how fast these blows from both of them were. Once his hand moved away, the Slayer’s eyes widened in slight shock as he stared at the stranger’s now dislocated jaw just hanging there, and roughly, the stranger forced his jaw back into place with such a strong forceful shove of his hand that the sickening crack bounced off the walls. With a painful hiss, Red finally glanced at the two before finally spitting a glob of blood onto the floor of the felinoid’s home, the impact of the spit seeming to clank instead of plop. If one looked, Red had spit out several teeth and now they were just sitting there in that little crimson puddle on the floor, then finally, with a loud sniff, reached up and wiped the blood trickling out of his nose with his long dark sleeve.
The Slayer watched this, his eyes now wide and absentmindedly he made a little gulp at that last hit Kitt had made. Boy was it one hell of a hit, it nearly broke off this bastard’s jaw completely, and now he was extremely thankful that for now he and the Shadow’s friend were in this truce. Because he especially didn’t want to feel this in the future, because clearly while fighting him, constantly, with her friend the Shadow, she’d gotten exceptionally stronger…Almost just as strong as the Shadow. He would be lying if he didn’t admit he was quite scared at this, and his eyes showed as he took a glance at the felinoid, now slightly shaking at the thought, but once Red began laughing, did his eyes go back to the stranger and his fighting posture readied again.
Red was laughing now, but it wasn’t as loud and as boisterous as it was earlier, it was more quiet and sounded like he was impressed with them both. After he’d stopped, Red’s red piercing orbs drifted from the feline to Percy then back, another smile creeping on his face with each moment his eyes would move to each of them.
He’d stayed silent a while after the laugh had ended, still glancing from one to the other, his smile of surprise growing, kind of making it look as if he’d lost his mind completely, the burns down his back and ripped side would seemed to have slipped his mind now, but he was solely running on adrenaline now, causing him not to feel any pain, and he spoke finally, “Holy shit…Fuckin ow…”
Red just stood now, keeping his eyes on the both of them, still impressed that they both had landed such powerful blows on him, and the Slayer was so confused by all this that he took one small step back and glanced at the felinoid in utter confusion as he still held his arms and tendrils up still ready, not trusting this stranger at all, wondering if their fight was going to continue. He had no clue what was happening and his black orbs showed it.
It was late afternoon, and the Summer season was on it's very last leg before giving in to Autumn. In her apartment on the very last floor, one would see that the living den was currently put in organized chaos. Stacks of papers and manila folders are strewn on the sofa, table, and several splayed on the floor. A few carboard boxes stuffed with books and some random items were left out and open. Her linen closet next to her bedroom was also left partially askew.
Kitt herself was in the said bedroom, sifting through paper packets, glossing over each page as she did with an annoyed stitch in her brow. Walking back and forth along the length of her mattress, her heeled boots would click against the wooden floor boards. All the while softly mumbling to herself as her emerald shaded eyes quickly scanned over the printed words. A gloved hand to her chin as she focused on her search for information.
Drensi was strolling up to Kitt’s front door now. Dressed in his usual wear, the long black cape, blue jeans, boots, pretty much the only thing he could wear thanks to his body, except the special attire that he wore when he was Black Cat which was what he was carrying in a large black bag that was currently over his shoulder, but since it was just the black bag, people would have thought he was just carrying workout clothes.
He had his Black Cat attire with him this time because Kitt had requested through text that she’d needed his assistance but hadn’t specified what for, and now, Drensi was squinting at his tiny phone screen, trying to confirm her address was correct. He hadn’t been to her place many times and he’d always had a horrible habit of forgetting where exactly she lived, so he’d asked her yet again for her address. Of course it was quite silly, and he remembered the countless eye rolls and giggles from Kitt each time he’d forgotten. Which of course would always make him grumble but smile at her little japes.
Once a bit of time passed, and after he had confirmed her place was in fact her’s, he slipped his phone back into his pocket and made his way closer to the front door, then after a look around, lifted his hand to knock on it. Three loud knocks, but gentle so he didn’t accidentally break down the door and stood there waiting patiently for her to answer taking another glance around, all the while, wondering what Kitt would need his hacker skills for. He’s hoped he’d know soon.
By now, she was searching through another small cardboard box on her mattress. Gliding her gloved fingers over the tops of files as she read the headers and titles of each of them. A couple of pulled out folders had already been spread about next to the box. All open and containing some written data alongside both sepia toned photographs and black and white ones.
Just as she picked up another piece of paper and was reading though it, her ear twitches towards the sound of the door knocks. She immediately knew who it was since she was not really expecting anyone else today. Walking out of her room and moving towards the door, she had to step over several items on the floor before finally reaching the knob. Once opened, she smiles at seeing the Shadow before opening the door up wider for him.
After the knocks, he had placed his arm down at his side, taking another glance around, his green eyes scanning the area for anything. His head was faced away for a good bit, until he’d heard soft shuffling and movement from behind Kitt’s front door, and almost immediately his head moved back to it as it finally opened up, giving Kitt is bright smile in greeting.
Almost on reflex, he began walking forward once she had opened the door wider for him, letting the bag over his shoulder now drop to his side making it easier to maneuver through the now wider doorway. He made his way past, pretty much walking side by side the felinoid until she scurried back to whatever she was doing before he’d gotten there and once he’d stepped in he finally saw why. His eyes widened in light shock at the seemingly endless documents scattered pretty much everywhere on the floor, on desks and tables, pretty much everywhere he looked was some sort of documentation for…something. In all truth, all this was a bit of a massive overkill, and on top of that it was something he’d actually never seen Kitt do.
The look of shock and surprise stayed on his face a while longer until she spoke again and his eye’s ripped away from the endless piles of folders and papers and back to Kitt again, his ears finally picking up that tiny little jape he had always gotten and at that he couldn’t help but crack a smile and chuckle, adding his own back, “Yes I finally found your place, Kitt,” he smiled wider, “Took me a few good hours until I finally recognized something but hey, I found it.” That was obviously a joke, and he did his damnedest to let her hear it in his voice.
After a bit, his eyes fell back onto the endless sea of papers and such and muttered to himself in astonishment, kind of out loud, “Holy crap this is a lot of paper…” and for a bit seemed to zone out again, but in reality he was more trying to figure out how to move around this mess without making anything topple over and spill.
When Kitt spoke again, he chuckled at her statement and began awkwardly stepping over a massive stack of papers and round folders. His tail would lift at times, and his arms would move upwards, and at other times he’d have to grasp his long cloak and wrap it around his arm so it wouldn’t knock anything down, trying all the while to get to the empty chair he saw so she could get back to whatever it was she was doing before he’d gotten here. To be honest, mess was an understatement and in seeing this big burly armored man try to maneuver his way around towers of paper and folders must have looked quite silly. He’d half expected for Kitt to laugh at him.
Once Drensi had finally reached the chair, safely, he finally placed his black bag beside him on the floor and sad down, trying to stay out of the way as he watched Kitt go back to her research and only then did he realize she’d said something else, but now was sitting and his face changed do defeat at her mentioning there was coffee in the kitchen that he wouldn’t be able to get now, and with a grumble he spoke again, “Damnit…Well…Anyway,” he tried to move his mind from it as his eyes moved to Kitt again, “So uh…Why the uh…” he moved his hand around softly at the mess, “Why all the papers in the floor..? Whatcha researchin?”
Send me an Ask about a topic below and I’ll give you what it is and all that jazz! :3
(Also sorry my brain is fried from this heat, but I’m forcing myself to respond to things here to keep stuff going and get me back into the swing of writing again! You sending me asks is helping me out tremendously so thank you!!! X3)
All topics (technically Creatures) are part of Drensi’s main Universe:
Shadows
Parasites
The Grimm
The Three Islands
Shadow Slayer’s (or Slayer’s in general)
The Drones
Shadow’s In Depth Topics:
Cocooning
Shadow’s Drink
Shadow’s Cure
Crazed Shadow
Leaders
Shapeshifting
Stomach
Normal Abilities
Shadow Drones
Testtube Shadows
How to create a Testtube Shadow
Actual Shadows
Weaknesses
How to kill a Shadow
What are Shadow’s immune to?
Parasite in depth topics:
Abilities
Host
Host Transfer
What would make a great Host?
How does a Parasite heal?
Weaknesses
What are Parasite’s immune to?
How to kill a Parasite
(If I remember more I will add more XD)
The Grimm in depth Topics:
What is a Grimm?
Abilities
(If I remember more, more will be added)
The Three Islands’ in depth topics:
The Tent
The Obstacle
The Tree
Anniversary of the Three Islands
Ruler of the Three Islands
Choosing a Ruler
About the Three Islands
Erasers
Wisps
(Any more topics that aren’t here or if anyone asks more in depth about said topics I’ll be happy to explain! :3)
It was late afternoon, and the Summer season was on it's very last leg before giving in to Autumn. In her apartment on the very last floor, one would see that the living den was currently put in organized chaos. Stacks of papers and manila folders are strewn on the sofa, table, and several splayed on the floor. A few carboard boxes stuffed with books and some random items were left out and open. Her linen closet next to her bedroom was also left partially askew.
Kitt herself was in the said bedroom, sifting through paper packets, glossing over each page as she did with an annoyed stitch in her brow. Walking back and forth along the length of her mattress, her heeled boots would click against the wooden floor boards. All the while softly mumbling to herself as her emerald shaded eyes quickly scanned over the printed words. A gloved hand to her chin as she focused on her search for information.
Drensi was strolling up to Kitt’s front door now. Dressed in his usual wear, the long black cape, blue jeans, boots, pretty much the only thing he could wear thanks to his body, except the special attire that he wore when he was Black Cat which was what he was carrying in a large black bag that was currently over his shoulder, but since it was just the black bag, people would have thought he was just carrying workout clothes.
He had his Black Cat attire with him this time because Kitt had requested through text that she’d needed his assistance but hadn’t specified what for, and now, Drensi was squinting at his tiny phone screen, trying to confirm her address was correct. He hadn’t been to her place many times and he’d always had a horrible habit of forgetting where exactly she lived, so he’d asked her yet again for her address. Of course it was quite silly, and he remembered the countless eye rolls and giggles from Kitt each time he’d forgotten. Which of course would always make him grumble but smile at her little japes.
Once a bit of time passed, and after he had confirmed her place was in fact her’s, he slipped his phone back into his pocket and made his way closer to the front door, then after a look around, lifted his hand to knock on it. Three loud knocks, but gentle so he didn’t accidentally break down the door and stood there waiting patiently for her to answer taking another glance around, all the while, wondering what Kitt would need his hacker skills for. He’s hoped he’d know soon.
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Despite being a vampire, Rei was probably a pathetic one at that. Compared to the more “loyal” vampires, Rei was far from that end of the spectrum, keeping his humanity, refusing to feed off humans, constantly stressed and skittish. He was a pathetic excuse for a vampire and he knew it. He wasn’t even sure why he came back here. He’d escaped once - barely - after receiving multiple scars that still clung to his body, and he vowed never to come back. Yet, here he was. Again.
He was immune to cold to some degree, but Coldharbor gave him an unnatural chill, fear slicing and clawing at his back and his instincts were screaming at him to get out of this hell hole. But he forced himself to stay calm, least he be shot at. Slowly he made his way over to take a seat, still limping.
“Yeah, a little bit.” He seemed a bit distracted, carefully checking his satchel which he had a vial of werewolf blood. A last resort.. if he could escape. But his attention turned towards his acquaintance, noticing the other’s earring. He shuddered slightly, wondering if he would’ve gotten something like that, (or worse) all those years ago.
After a few moments of silence he spoke up. “I’m guessing you despise him as well?” Rei hoped that was the case. Last time he’d voiced his displeasure, the ancient vampire Harkon lashed out and tore his ear as a painful reminder. Or a show of dominance.
The Slayer still continues to keep his crossbow pointed at the vampire, watching his mannerisms and movements to make sure he was absolutely certain this vampire wouldn’t spring at him when his guard was down. Oh he despised when that happened to him the last time, and his fair colored face showed his thoughts, his distrust and his anger for it. The Slayer’s pale green eyes stayed fixed on the vampire, even as he began pouring the elf a bowl of soup, and he did it all with one hand, as the other rested at the ready on the trigger of the crossbow.
It was silent, save for the gentle cold wind blowing through his shoulder length black locks, making his dark hair flutter and ever so often, subtle chirps or calls of Coldharbour wildlife would be heard around them. The delicious smell of the stew wafting off of the cauldron gathered and could be smelled for miles, but at the moment the Slayer didn’t realize that. He was too fixated on keeping his own behind safe from gods knows what was going to happen and with a gruff push of the now filled bowl, and wooden spoon swirling around in it, he handed the bowl to the vampire elf, while keeping it an arms length away just in case that vampire would decide to pounce him, like the last one did.
After a while, he decided to refix his own secondary bowl of elk stew and placed it onto his lap, positioning his crossbow so the bolt wouldn’t get caught on the bowl or spoon if he decided to fire it. With leering side eye, the Slayer brought the filled spoon of stew to his lips and gently drank the rich broth. The warmth of the stew flowing down his throat making him feel only slight better in the cold.
His mind was still preoccupied however so it took him a good minute before his ears finally registered what the elf had said, and now his eyes snapped to slightly glare at the vampire fully as he hissed out his response, letting his voice with the very same disgust and hatred he was feeling, “Yes,” he took another bite and wiped his mouth with his shoulder, still glaring daggers at the vampire as he continued, “If you mean your creator, the God of Schemes, the yes. I fucking despise him,” he glared at the elf fully, now pointing with a finger from the hand that was holding the spoon, “And YOU will not get anywhere near me, dear. I DON’T want a repeat of LAST time. So STAY there.”
And with that he continued eating, while still keeping this glaring eyes at the vampire. And oh was he pissed about this whole ordeal.
(Hello all! So before I forget, I might not be on as much as I want to for the rest of this week! I’ll do my best to reply to DM messages, but still feel free to send asks and plot ideas and all that! :3 I’m sorry it’s just life keeps pulling me away ;3;
Anyway! Love you friends! :3 I’ll be back in writing spirit!)
Send me an Ask about a topic below and I’ll give you what it is and all that jazz! :3
(Also sorry my brain is fried from this heat, but I’m forcing myself to respond to things here to keep stuff going and get me back into the swing of writing again! You sending me asks is helping me out tremendously so thank you!!! X3)
All topics (technically Creatures) are part of Drensi’s main Universe:
Shadows
Parasites
The Grimm
The Three Islands
Shadow Slayer’s (or Slayer’s in general)
The Drones
Shadow’s In Depth Topics:
Cocooning
Shadow’s Drink
Shadow’s Cure
Crazed Shadow
Leaders
Shapeshifting
Stomach
Normal Abilities
Shadow Drones
Testtube Shadows
How to create a Testtube Shadow
Actual Shadows
Weaknesses
How to kill a Shadow
What are Shadow’s immune to?
Parasite in depth topics:
Abilities
Host
Host Transfer
What would make a great Host?
How does a Parasite heal?
Weaknesses
What are Parasite’s immune to?
How to kill a Parasite
(If I remember more I will add more XD)
The Grimm in depth Topics:
What is a Grimm?
Abilities
(If I remember more, more will be added)
The Three Islands’ in depth topics:
The Tent
The Obstacle
The Tree
Anniversary of the Three Islands
Ruler of the Three Islands
Choosing a Ruler
About the Three Islands
Erasers
Wisps
(Any more topics that aren’t here or if anyone asks more in depth about said topics I’ll be happy to explain! :3)
(I know I said I was gonna write today but I have been staring at my drafts for the past few hours with my mind blank as hell XD I’m gonna pass out then try again tomorrow XD It should actually be working tomorrow XD So night all! See you guys tomorrow!
(Night all! I’m gonna reply to threads tomorrow so if you still wanna keep yours, please DM me if we’ve interacted before! If we have not, still DM me so we can plot and think of an RP we can do! Night all :3)
