Haise just wanted to spend some nice time at the gardens.
Now, he finds himself surrounded by sentient vines and violent tempered sheep. He has no idea what's going on. He just wanted to look at the flowers.
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Haise just wanted to spend some nice time at the gardens.
Now, he finds himself surrounded by sentient vines and violent tempered sheep. He has no idea what's going on. He just wanted to look at the flowers.
@ sho
Sho’s been in this cat cafe many times before, mostly by chance. He wasn’t really one for felines, but sometimes one just has to drown themselves in the clawed pompoms to forget their day-to-day gloom. Many of the cats were meowing at him for attention or a treat, but his sights were currently on a man that was squatting in an endless sea of fur.
One spirited cat in particular had chomped down on the poor guy’s finger, and Sho couldn’t help but suppress a laugh. The man continued to take the cat’s barrage of (slightly) savage attacks, to his surprise. The man appeared to be chatting with the many, many cats as well. He only managed to hear part of his sentence before it was drowned by a chorus of meows.
“What a claw-ful situation to be in! You’ve got a couple handfuls there, eh?"
The little kitten continues to hang off his finger, and, now, it dug its sharp claws into his hand for, presumably, better grip on its prey. Sasaki can see the claws burrowed partially into his skin, but he can't find the heart to cease its little (painful) play.
His mind wanders away from the pain when he hears a particularly awful(ly great) pun from a stranger nearby. He turns away from his cat friends to look at the fellow connoisseur of the art word play. Judging by the nasty scar on his face and the bright red hair, he concludes this guy is some sort of delinquent. Of course, Sasaki can't be the one to judge-- he himself has a rather strange appearance as well.
"Indeed, but I catn't help but indulge my furry friends," he says, resigned to the pain and his bleeding finger. He hopes the place has a bandage or three.
Prepare for Pun-ishment | Haise
Taki definitely wasn’t part of a cult. Sure, she was tracing strange symbols into the snow and a couple of people had carefully adjusted their routes through the city’s streets in order to avoid the weird girl drawing circles all over the sidewalk, but she wasn’t doing anything weird. It was simply easier for her to visualize them if there was enough space to properly copy them out.
However, since she couldn’t both draw and notice her surroundings, the short branch she was using to mark the snow hit right into an unsuspecting person’s boot. Immediately straightening, she found herself in a slightly uncomfortable proximity to someone with very strange hair. As she backed away to a more acceptable distance, she exclaimed “Sorry! I didn’t see you there.”
Strange things have happened in Sasaki's life, events he prefers not to describe in details but can safely describe in vague adjectives. Baffling, peculiar, spectacular, unbelievable. He's glad he still has the art of language mastered. The girl drawing symbols that could only be described as gang signs or bootleg crop circles in the snow isn't in the top five strange things he's seen.
Curious, he approaches the girl to examine her "art" closer. Being consumed in her work, she doesn't notice his approach until her stick hits his boot. He gives a small chuckle and rubs the back of his head. "It's no problem," he says with a gentle tone, "but, I must ask, what are you drawing? People have been avoiding you for a while.
"Being a member of a gang or cult is very dangerous, and I wouldn't advise choosing such a lifestyle."
@ junko
The model was surprised to be confronted by possibly the most polite man she had ever met. His appearance was also quite unique, that hair of his reminded her of a skunk. She vaguely appreciated the look, not many young men could pull off the white-haired look, let alone with a splash of black roots.
With a polite smile, Junko answered him. “You really are in luck, I happen to live around there! My name is Junko Enoshima, I’m sure you’ve heard of me?” Of course, she wasn’t sure if he had seen her in fashion magazines. Not many guys she had met cared for that kind of thing. Although, the billboards with her face on them were rather hard to miss.
The name rings only a faint bell in his mind; he's probably heard it in passing conversation, but he never felt very fond of eavesdropping, so he doesn't exactly know why this Junko Enoshima is well known. Not wanting to come off as rude to the girl who so kindly accepted his request, he quickly examines the girl for some hints. His silence is only momentary before he offers a warm smile.
"Junko Enoshima, a renown fashionista... right? I must be lucky if I'm getting escorted by someone so fashiofamous." He sounds entirely sincere; despite his "schmuck" sort of appearance, he holds his perceptive abilities in a rather high regard, so, somehow, he knows his little "guess" has at least some truth to it. "Shall we get going, Miss Enoshima? Even in this sort of city, I don't think the streets are very safe at night!"
Nonsexual acts of Intimacy - Select from the following for my muse to respond to...
♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes
♕: Holding hands
♖: Having their hair washed by your muse
♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.
♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort
♙: Sharing a bed
♚: Head scratches
♛: Sharing a dessert
♜: Shoulder rubs
♝: Reading a book together
♞: Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)
♟: Patching up a wound
♤: Taking a bath together
♧: Your muse playing with their hair
♡: Accidentally falling asleep together
♢: Forehead or cheek kisses
♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.
♣: Back scratches
♥: Your muse crying about something
♦: Slow dancing
@ sho
There has to be something wrong with the situation he's found himself in.
There's cats everywhere. There's cats climbing a little cat fort; there's cats eating their little cat food; there's cats napping together in little cat beds; there's cats climbing all over Sasaki as he crouches down to take a better look at the felines. He's not entirely sure what compelled him to enter the establishment (maybe it was the tagline, a purrfect getaway, that lured him in), but he's here now and there's cats everywhere.
Everything seems perfect with the world until one particular kitten struts to Sasaki and proceeds to bite his index finger. Sasaki winches a little, but takes the little kitten's abuse, though he's sure that there will be marks left where those little fangs pierce his skin.
"Hey, no need to be so catty, little one."
@ miku
The lights shine a bit too brightly in the evening and the loud cacophony of different music playing contrasts too much with the quiet outside. Sasaki definitely prefers a more peaceful atmosphere, but he can't help feeling some bit of enjoyment; happiness is infectious, especially in this amazingly large arcade filled to capacity with young people.
He's not entirely sure how he ended up in a place like this-- gaming isn't a particular hobby of his. No, he knows exactly how he's here. No one forgets being suddenly dragged along with a rambunctious crowd so easily, though he can easily forgive that throng of people.
His attention is drawn to a girl who seems to have a crowd forming around her as she played, and played with remarkable skill, at one of those dancing games. Soon, he's a part of the growing crowd of mesmerized people.
@ yosuke
Sometimes, Sasaki feels the air around him weighed down by thick tension. From where the intense feeling emerges-- he simply can't pinpoint it. Numerous times, he rushes past a corner of a building because he senses something incredibly off, but each time an empty street greets him. He tries his best not to let the strange phenomena affect him too much; however, he remains alert.
On a particularly cold afternoon, Sasaki rests on a bench adjacent to the city library. His plain scarf is pulled up to his nose and his briefcase (filled with books he just borrowed) rests on his lap. He wants to go back inside to the warmth of the library, but he also doesn't want to miss the bus that was suppose to be there about ten minutes ago. A sigh escapes his mouth, warming his scarf for a brief moment, as he looks at his watch again.
"So much for a relaxing afternoon."
@ junko
The finest coffee in the city isn't served at the illustrious restaurants that boast their fanciest foods and atmosphere. Rather, Sasaki finds the small establishments dotting the areas around these famous points of interests to serve far better tasting drinks and food. The homely feeling encroaches upon one's body and one can't help but be completely at ease when a brew is served; perhaps the experience is what causes these small places to be superior.
Sasaki finds himself engrossed in conversation at one of these small cafes in the park district-- so engrossed that he loses track of time entirely. By the time he's exited, night has already fallen. Though he usually has confidence in his ability to navigate, the city is still widely unfamiliar to him. He approaches a nearby girl, one who, he notes, looks like a super model, and asks, "Miss, what direction is the business district?"
hello hello! i'm Seags, and i'm very confused! this is my first time roleplaying Haise here, so i want to get into his muse better. if you ever wanna plot, hmu in my askbox or my twitter
so, like this post for a short starter!
this blog will be converted from nine to sasaki haise! idk where he will be apped but for now it would be best to unfollow!
everything before this post is for archive purposes only including the dildo bike
LET’S GO BIKE RIDING, NINE.
please FUC KOFF
Snorts. “Looks like Little Nine isn’t as angry at me as you are~!" He let out a whistle.
Yeah, Nine was done. He again turns around and begins to walk away, this time, having a firm grip on his trunks.
He chuckled lightly. Perfect.
Twelve proceeded to jump the other, slinking his hand far enough into the back of Nine’s swim trunks to have enough leverage in order to yank them straight down.
Some how, he wasn't surprised. He walked out of the downed trunks, ass naked, grabbed the downed trunks, shook the sand out of them, and put them back on. He did this all the while giving Twelve that sort of look.
“The same place I got—" He pulled out this. “—this! For you, of course~!”
There he went. Nine was completely and utterly done. He started walking away from the other and his stupid swimsuits.
He strolled down the beach in this lovely number.
”The breeze is delightful~”
Nine, unlike a certain other person, wore something more normal.
"Twelve. Where did you..."
“Aren’t I? It’s one of my best personality traits.”
"True, but you could stand to use it in more fitting situations."