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@ekimen
⋞✪⋟——FLINGS MYSELF PROSTRATE ON DASHBOARD
I'm sorry for all the delay on replies!! ;o; I'll try to get to them some time this weekend; for now my tracker has 6 I need to reply to and 2 I'm waiting on. If I'm missing a thread, please tell me!
replying to: soramaru, madara, a-ya, setsuna, fay, shu
waiting on: shinn, b-ka (nbd guys take your time)
your greatest passion,
becomes your greatest w e a k n e s s.
⋞✪⋟——"Please don't spank me."
— ❁;; Floating around the unfamiliar boy was Perona out on her neverending mission of finding something - or rather someone - to grant her amusement for the day. "Is he dead already? That’s no fun!"
⋞✪⋟——Being the showman that he was, upon realizing he'd drawn another's attention, E-ki slumped further forward, face against the table. He groaned, and albeit muffled, some words were muttered into the wood grain:
"Almost. Almost there. I don't know if I'm going to make it..." He's going to die here, in the most boring way possible.
⋞✪⋟——Bored out of his tiny teenaged mind. Now would be a great time for sharing scary stories, even though they were practically in one. E-ki needs more material to work with.
ǀ ɗση’т ωαηт тσ ωαкє υρ
ｌ ｏ ｎ ｅ ｌ ｙ
Grooooowl.
Guess who didn’t get to eat anything yesterday? This guy.
⋞✪⋟——"Catch!"
Throws a single-serving bag of chips.
neetified replied to your post “‹žâœªâ‹Ÿâ€”—Ham did it so I guess I’ll do it too! Like this post if you’d...”
squints why am i not already on there
uHM bc e-ki doesn't associate with NEETS SHINTURDO im kidding sora will be there shortly
⋞✪⋟——Ham did it so I guess I'll do it too! Like this post if you'd like to be on E-ki's relationship page! It literally currently says "haha no friend e-ki" so i mean. let's remedy that huh?
I actually have to be reminded who he's interacted with, how pathetic
Additionally, if you haven't yet interacted with him and would like to, you can like this post anyway and I'll message you somehow so we can figure smth out uwu
sakka yarou ze⇒setsuna
⋞✪⋟——E-ki was never active in sports, but that didn't mean he was bad at them. There were plenty of reasons as to why he didn't join any of them back in school (most relating back to laziness and/or lack of motivation), but during the few times he did play, he performed rather decently... in his opinion, anyway.
But being in this facility, far away from home, meant a different case. He couldn't occupy himself the way he had before, what with school and friends and an unhealthy addiction to researching violent crimes. When it came down to it, there wasn't a whole lot for him to do on his own, and for someone as social as E-ki, that just wouldn't do.
So he started with a soccer ball. A good foundation, he thought. There was plenty of outdoor space on the grounds and it seemed that most of the population preferred to stay indoors. He wasn't doing anything too special; just a few kicks and rolls and half-assed passes into his makeshift entertainment, his lack of experience began to show: he kicked it, far, far away, until the ball had landed just before another male's feet.
"Gah! Sorry, that's mine, can you--?" He gestured invitingly to the stranger.
tonight we dine in hell⇒madara
He noticed from the corner of his eye that the stranger did go and get him his favourite drink. Madara supposed that meant he had to hold his end of this deal. Not like it was anything troublesome, anyway. He turned to look at the other as he licked his fingers clean of some crumbs, an eyebrow raised in inquiry.
"What d’ya mean?" he asked as he reached over for his sake. "I’ve been spending time here, actually. This place is huge, and everyday there’s just something new to try out. Won’t that normally keep you busy for days? Anyway, you wanna eat, don’t you? Go right ahead.” There was no reason not to share. This place had plenty, like an oversized Cornucopia.
He opened his bottle of sake before realising something. “Ah,” he muttered. “Hey, get me some small glass to put this in.” A pause. “Or maybe get two. Want some?” A person to drink with was always welcome, after all. That’s already youkai tradition.
⋞✪⋟——Okay, sure, he was underage, but it's not like alcohol would make E-ki any different from his normal self. Right? Just a little couldn't hurt. It only took a few moments for him to fetch two traditional drinking cups, small enough to fit in one's palm. Awfully obedient.
He couldn't help the laugh that escaped him. "Days? Is eating a hobby of yours? Sounds fun," he snorted.But E-ki guessed he couldn't really blame the other male; it really was a boundless pantry, never empty, almost as if it had no end nor bottom... What sorcery! Setting down the cups, E-ki walked a few paces away just to collect an armful of random snacks and bring them back to his assumed spot, next to Madara. "Hah, you were sitting here so long I thought you mighta been policing the food distribution, or something like that." Opening his long awaited bag of chips, he munched with a satisfaction that would stay with him until... until he got hungry again, probably.
"The kitchen is great and all, but I kinda wanna do something else, y'know? And I don't just mean the rec room. That place is either deserted or totally packed, never in between. It's weird." Video games could only sustain him for so long, anyway.
"What 'bout you? Got any ideas?"
"Soramaru…-san." B-ka nodded once to himself, committing the name to memory. "W…Well, if you think he’s nice, then…then I’d like to meet him. Y-Yeah."
It might be nice to indulge in some friendly company and good food. He’d been so anxious over this and that and everything since he’d found himself here that he was…exhausted, quite frankly. He wanted to try and relax, as E-ki had assured him he could. He wanted something to take his mind off the frightening reality of their situation, the scarier residents of the facility, his partn—
… Oh. His partner.
"A-Ah…um…my partner…?"
Was it okay to talk about him…? He almost felt that if he did, Alucard would phase through the wall again and—and eat him, or something equally gruesome. B-ka hadn’t felt any such murderous intent when they’d last met, but…nngh…
"I…I-I don’t actually know a lot about him." It…wasn’t a lie. Yeah. Keep going. "His name is Alucard-san, and he’s…he’s really, really huge. Taller than D-suke, even…!
"H-He…doesn’t seem like a bad person, I don’t think, but…" The teen bit his lip. "He’s…kind of scary. The first time I met him, h-he didn’t use the door to the room, he just—he just walked through the wall. I… L-Like I said, he hasn’t actually done anything to try and hurt anyone, but…but…"
⋞✪⋟——"Yeah, you should totally meet him! I love Soramaru!" E-ki had no qualms showing his affection for others. Doing so always made him feel better, too. With a laugh, he teasingly nudged B-ka with an elbow. "But don't start telling him bad things about me, 'kay?" If someone was going to ruin E-ki's image, E-ki would prefer it be himself, thank you very much.
At B-ka's hesitation upon mentioning his partner, E-ki tilted his head in question. Did B-ka get paired up with a bully? He hadn't known any horrible pairs--E-ki had it going pretty well; his partner was sweet and kind and his age--but hopefully B-ka was better off...
"--Walked through the wall?!"
Unintentional outburst. But really, Alucard, what the heck. A few ticking moments in E-ki's brain later, and he came to this conclusion:
"Hah, what, no way, you're just messing with me. Didn't know you had it in ya, B-ka. Hahaha. Hahahaha! Walking through walls..."
But he had seen some strange things happening around here, so maybe walking through walls really wasn't all that far-fetched...
Now wasn't the time to start sweating, though. Not after he'd just calmed B-ka down! There was perfectly no! reason! to panic!! So E-ki nodded his head along with B-ka's stammers and decided to save judgment for when he'd meet the wall-walker himself.
"Alucard, huh... Guess I'd like to meet him. I mean, you said he hasn't done anything bad, right? He's probably an okay dude then! Think he could teach me how to walk through walls too? Ha."
fear cuts deeper than swords || ae
On a first glance, A-ya might have confused him for his best friend, C-ta. With that cheerful acceptance to his apology, it was difficult not to think of his childhood friend- wherever he might be. Thoughts drift back, away from the current situation, wondering if the club members had noticed his absence.
It would make for an interesting story; the rumor of his sudden disappearance. People might eat it up quickly, desperate for an escape from the common day stories.
But A-ya only handed out made up stories. Truthful ones were different, where the less believable they were, the harder it was to tell to others. Part of the raven still thought he was stuck in a dream.
The feeling of eyes on him quickly bring him back to attention- the attention on him makes him tense, but that was not the only problem at hand.
That person’s whole presence seemed to be quickly turning into an issue. The uniform, similar to his, but as if its colors had been inverted- same insignia, too. The other’s eyes, that scanned him as if the other had just seen a ghost; asking a name as if he was familiar face he could not truly remember.
All that was enough to cause some discomfort in A-ya, at the least. "I’m A-ya." He answered meekly, not bothering to return the question. To ask such a thing would mean that he held any sort of interest which…he did not.
⋞✪⋟——For a moment, E-ki thought he heard incorrectly. Or maybe the more accurate phrase would be that he hoped he heard incorrectly.
"A-ya..." The name fell from his mouth without him meaning to. After all, it had been waiting on the tip of his tongue... All it took was the confirmation for it to drop, unbidden. He couldn't believe it, but he had to. He didn't want to believe it, but he did.
The boy he had written... lived outside of the script. It wasn't coincidence, either. This was too many coincidences at once to even be possible--that uniform shouldn't even exist! As much as E-ki wanted to play it off like, perhaps he'd seen him on the street before and unconsciously based a character off of him, he knew that wasn't true.
And he knew that this is dangerous. Everything about the boy before him was created in his mind... which meant that E-ki defined him, but to what extent? How much had he changed since his 'birth,' and what had he done? E-ki felt his heart skip a beat just imagining the horrors this boy might've seen, or caused... All because of a script he wrote.
How? How was this possible? And what was he supposed to do? He wanted to touch him, make sure he was real, that this was really happening. But if things weren't as they seemed--he didn't want to startle A-ya, either. E-ki couldn't even begin to imagine how he'd react upon being told he was a character in E-ki's movie. With this in mind, E-ki decided to compose himself, and walked forward.
He patted A-ya's arm in a friendly gesture, casting him a smile, a few watts weaker than his usual. I can touch him. Feel his warmth. This is... real. "Nice to meet you, then. I'm E-ki. I've been here a bit longer, so if you have any questions, just ask me." He wanted to keep A-ya as close as possible, so putting himself in a good light was a decent start.
tonight we dine in hell⇒madara
Madara didn’t even notice someone walked in to the kitchen, or rather he noticed, but he just didn’t care. He was kind off a little busy eating. There was still too much food to try out. Taking a day off from the kitchen wouldn’t cut it. He was about to take another piece of a California Maki (holy shit, it’s so good) when he heard someone mutter behind him.
Oh, it’s the guy who entered before. He didn’t leave yet? “Work what out?” the youkai asked before picking up a maki and shoving it into his mouth. “Oh. What about this,” he said between chewing, “get me some sake on the fridge, then we talk.” He went back on eating. This maki was great; he could eat all the makis in stock today.
⋞✪⋟——E-ki watched the stranger eat with a growing hunger. His stomach was empty, aside from the despair within. Perhaps it was against his better judgment to do as he was told, but he wasn't of solid mind to begin with; it was weirdly automatic how he made the commute from the fridge and back, with alcohol in hand. He didn't even really remember it happening. The guy just had some kind of... authoritative aura.
"I thought this kitchen was huge... What haven't you eaten, man?" He set the sake down beside the other with a sigh.
"What? No.. I’m fifteen! But that’s not even relevant!" WELL EXCUSE ME MR. HORROR FILM i’ll just step aside and let u do ur job bc obviously ur so good at it >:(
⋞✪⋟——WELL NOW THAT THAT'S SETTLED. E-ki broke eye contact with a laugh. Aw, a freshman. Not relevant, sure, but it got her to stop freaking out, if only for a little while. He has his own way around these things! "Hey, what's your name? I'm E-ki."
"That’s how all these things start!" Honestly has he ever seen a scary movie…. like AT ALL??
⋞✪⋟——Shrugs. "Sure, whatever. How old are you anyway?" Judging by the size of her chest... "Like, 12?" Also Yachi p l e a s e he's written and directed a horror film of his OWN, he knows how this goes.
Dinner // Closed.
Soramaru felt bad for letting the raw emotions go since he knew E-ki could feel them. He was thankful, though, that the older teen didn’t pry and nodded at his words. “Writing? Like stories?” He asked, curiosity piqued as he looked up at the male.
At the next sentence, he let a small laugh out, shaking his head. “Really? There has to be something there, maybe you just haven’t found it yet.” He hummed softly, standing up to lean on the counter while E-ki washed the dishes.
"Thank you, for being nice about this whole ordeal." He murmured now, a genuine and warm smile gracing pale features as he turned his gaze onto the blond. "It means a lot. Anyways, we should do something after this. Just going back to the room would be boring, wouldn’t it?" He remarked softly, tapping his chin a bit with another soft laugh.
⋞✪⋟——At first glance, E-ki wouldn't have pinned Soramaru as one to bare his emotions, but oddly enough he seemed easy to read... and not just because of their condition. Perhaps E-ki was the only one holding that sentiment, but he liked the idea anyway. He was glad they were partners. It could've been so much worse, and it couldn't be any better.
He laughed at his own words, too. "I wrote a script and directed a movie I made with my friends, back at my school. It was lots of fun! I took a lot of inspiration from old newspaper articles"--that haunted him for days on end--"but I think it all came together pretty well." Finished with the dishes, E-ki shook off the excess water from his fingertips and dried his hands. With Soramaru's next transition, his smile turned soft, yet bright.
It didn't feel like he was being exceptionally nice or anything. Soramaru was a good guy and it was exactly how he deserved to be treated. E-ki shrugged, and clapped a hand on Soramaru's shoulder playfully. "Hey, it's whatever. I'm not doing anything out of the ordinary. Just keep being you and I'll keep being me!"
"But yeah--now what? Did you have any ideas?"
