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; Dropping Tsubasa!
(( Writing’s been kinda hard for me lately, and while I think I can get my other blogs back on track, I’ve lost the muse for Tsubasa. Sorry about that! I’ll keep the blog up, but I don’t think I’ll be reapping Tsubasa anytime soon, unfortunately.
I do have two new apps in the works, however, so if there’s anyone who wanted to RP with me on those new blogs, let me know and I’ll follow you as soon as they’re approved!
(( Well, replies didn’t get done, but it’s been kind of a stressful night anyway.
As a heads up, I’m gonna be away from home for about a week and a half, so there’s about a 70% chance any replies I do will be on the mobile app. I won’t be able to use icons or trim posts on there, so I’ll tag any long posts as “#untrimmed” or somethin’ so y’all can block those if ya want.
This goes for @hige23 and @mailboxdelivery as well! ))
(( Okay, gonna be trying to do some replies today!!
No matter how old our thread is, if you’d like me to give priority to answering your reply, please like this post and I’ll do my best to get to it today!
***Copied from ranmas blog since im the same mun, just wanted a separate post for tsubasa’s threads so i know what everyone wants!))
latrocinari:
“Disneyland reject? I don’t get it.”
“Aren’t breasts all the same, regardless of gender? Well, I suppose you are right… I know nothing about fashion. But that’s because I have more important things to worry about.”
His ruffles are fine, thank you very much!
“Oh. So you’ve just been living under a rock this whole time, then.”
“They aren’t even remotely the same, bub. But, sure, whatever. What’s so important to worry about in this city, huh? Where you’re going to get a hairbrush? Or replace that tacky eye patch?”
The ruffles are distracting. How am I supposed to look you in the eye, Zero.
ultimatetogamis:
Finally, he had the pleasure of meeting someone with common decency. A small smirk formed on his lips while he folded his arms across his chest. “Oh, I agree. Looking professional should be required. Alas people care more about looking like thrift store rejects than common decency. Sadly, the woman dress just as bizarre as the men.”
Tsubasa mirrors Togami’s folded arms, letting an irritated huff pass glossed lips. Seriously, for this city to only have one fashionable resident... Well, two, now that this rich-looking boy was in the picture. “That’s unfortunate. I really didn’t want to have to look at eyesores like that all day, but I’m not spending my own time and effort on fixing every fashion disaster in this city. How do you deal with seeing all this garbage constantly?”
tothepearl:
“I think if ya go ‘round flashin’ yer goods for the world t’ see would actually qualify you as the weird one rather than those that you are rantin’ on about, love. If yer gonna do it, I would at least recommend a couple o’ drinks so that way ya got an excuse.”
“That’s my point. If it’d be weird for me to do that, why’re there so many boys around with their boobs hanging out??” Okay, not actually boobs, but the word choice paints a certain picture. If it’s weird for Tsubasa, why isn’t it for all the guys in this city?
“...Anyway, when was the last time you even washed your clothes? They look a century old.”
berserkerofgold:
“Oi, kid, it ain’t like it’s embarrassin’ for guys to go around shirtless! I’d understand if they weren’t wearin’ pants, but I mean, that’s just weird!”
“Besides, for a guy like me… my pecs won’t fit in a fully buttoned shirt!”
“Maybe it’s just not ‘embarrassing’ because you have no sense of shame.”
“That is the worst excuse I have ever heard. If a shirt doesn’t fit you, go to a fuckin’ tailor, you scrub.” Tsubasa is having approximately none of your shit tonight, Berserker.
(( Ack, gotta go to dinner. Tsubasa will be back to roast the rest of you later~
Happy New Year’s everyone! <3
latrocinari:
“Isn’t it a little childish to be yelling about some cleavage?”
He’s one of the guys she’s complaining about, probably.
“I wouldn’t be complaining if it were girls’ cleavage, but I don’t think explaining fashion to a Disneyland reject like you is worth my time.”
He is absolutely one of the culprits. Just look at those ruffles.
tolditslant:
“I don’t think the Lord would’ve appreciated such a prude anyhow,” he says, hands cocked on his hips. She’s starting to bug him, screeching so loud.
“This IS a shirt, and there’s nothing wrong with it. Have you ever thought maybe you’re the odd one out here?”
A...
“...Prude?” That’s a new one. Tsubasa actually looks taken aback, frowning and tugging lightly on a lock of hair. Both the volume and pitch of the brunette’s voice lower, just a bit. “...That’s a weird thing to hear from a holy man. Just what kind of priest are you...?”
Another pause, punctuated with a short huff. Maybe all the shouting and carrying on had been a bit of an overreaction. Well, not that his fashion choices were by any means good, but at least his behavior didn’t match it. Not that Tsubasa was willing to apologize so easily, though. Lips set in a stubborn frown, green eyes willfully avoiding his, a foot tilted back on its heel... Defiant would be putting it lightly.
ultimatetogamis:
“Outrageous hair and attire are common in this city, I’m afraid. Most of the people in this city are in dire need of makeovers.”
“How disgusting. Doesn’t anybody care about looking nice anymore? Please tell me the girls here are at least better about it.” Togami’s attire is given a cursory glance, but no scathing remarks follow.
“Are there any guys in this city who aren’t fuckin’ weirdos?!”
“I mean, you don’t see me going around with my shirt wide open for everyone ta see my chest, do you?! Sheesh!”
tolditslant:
The Salt Mines are strong in this one, yes. She has seasoned many tasty dinners with her wisdom.
No, he recognizes she isn’t embarrassed– but he doesn’t understand what the deal is.
“A priest’s habit doesn’t exactly come in more flattering shades than this or a flowing robe. And that’s no good to greet my flock with. What is your problem?”
Well-maintained eyebrows disappear under auburn bangs, wide eyes blinking before returning to a distrustful squint.
“...You. A priest. If that’s true, it’s a good thing I never went to church.” ...Not that whatever religion he practiced was likely to be prevalent in Japan, with a getup like that. Fingers twirling a lock of hair absently, Tsubasa gave the man yet another critical look. “I just can’t stand weird guys or fashion disasters, that’s all. What’s your problem? Wherever you came from, this certainly isn’t a desert. Put a damn shirt on already!”
tolditslant:
He blinks. Then blinks again. Then, half between a scoff and a guffaw–
“My shirt? There’s nothing wrong with my shirt. It’s a desert where I come from so the clothing matches– maybe you should open your heart a little more than the dinner saucers your eyes are when it comes to other people’s cultures.”
And also:
“For your information I happen to watch over kids and they have no problem.”
Sure, his statements finally got Tsubasa to look at him rather than his exposed pectorals, but the shorter of the two certainly didn’t seem embarrassed in the slightest. Rather, those dinner saucers were narrowed skeptically, and the tone certainly matched.
“And just what part of wearing an all black, skin-tight suit ‘matches’ living in the desert, huh? If you were really trying to stay cool, you’d go for loose, light-colored clothing. I’m pretty sure you’re just trying to show off. Not that there’s anything to show off.” Ah, speaking of cultures, perhaps a desert dweller like him would recognize the distinct dialect of someone from the salt flats.
“I hope none of those poor kids decided to emulate your poor fashion sense.”
sinnerswake:
Kratos is a seasoned warrior who is centuries old and has been through any number of bizarre incidences—he has been at the summoning of every Great Spirit, has seen myths and legends become real flesh, has even helped create new history and a new religion, has become an angel, seen a world split in two and then brought whole again… .
And yet, and yet he still finds himself capable of surprise and mute, dumb shock.
“Um…yes?” His tone sounded uncharacteristically like a question.
Clearing his throat, he regains his composure immediately. “Yes, I have, but I have not been in this city long and have yet to acquire a hairbrush.” He’s been trying to find where to get one, not to mention he also still needs money to acquire one. Perhaps, it’s time to just change into the clothes he’s been provided by the city, no matter how he may not trust anything he’s given, and no matter how comfortable he’s grown with his own clothing.
(Maybe since Yggdrasil and Lloyd have worse senses of fashion than he does, Kratos doesn’t actually realize how odd his clothing is. He’s usually oblivious to the stares, he’s long grown used to stares of all kinds before ever donning this garb, and is now a master at ignoring and dismissing them.)
He sighs. “Honestly though, hairbrushes and combs don’t really matter… .” He runs a hand through his hair with the air of the long suffering. “It just does what it wants anyway.”
Kratos hopes the woman leaves it at that. He’s over 4,000 years old. There is literally nothing she can suggest that he has not tried, he is completely certain. He’s given up years ago. True, he’s given up on a lot of things, that he ended up being wrong to give up on; but his hair has defeated even those people who showed him the errors of those surrenders.
“Uh-huh.” If Kratos’ tone sounded uncharacteristically like a question, Tsubasa’s sounded entirely, 100% characteristically doubtful. Who even answers a simple question like that?! It almost sounded like he didn’t even know what a hairbrush was, the savage. And by the looks of that unkempt mane obscuring two thirds of his face, that probably wasn’t too far off.
I haven’t been here long, I didn’t have time to get a hairbrush, it’s not my fault I look like thirteen rats live in my hair, it just does this! ...Okay. You have to give the brunette a little credit for only mocking him mentally, rather than out loud and to his face. His final words -- the assertion that, for whatever reason, the lifeless strands of keratin attached to his scalp were completely and utterly incorrigible due to some imagined sentience -- were brushed off with a dismissive huff as Tsubasa began circling him, eyeing every part of his outfit critically.
...Maybe this was-- no. Well, this piece isn’t so-- yikes. Maybe the sleeves are oka-- ...mm, no, definitely not.
No, the entire outfit is even more horrendous up close. No sense of fashion. No aesthetically pleasing qualities -- aside from the color, though that hardly counted when he’d picked a shade that clashed so terribly with the tumbleweed he passed off as hair. No apparent functional aspects -- in fact, most of it looked completely impractical for... anything.
There’s really only one conclusion to be drawn from this.
“You’re right. It doesn’t matter, because there’s nothing salvageable about this trainwreck at all,” Tsubasa scoffs, blouse wrinkling under folded arms. “I should’ve known better than to ask a clown about his appearance. Or does your circus call you jesters? Or is that just for the ones that wear those stupid hats with the bells? I guess if you wore one of those you’d at least be able to see out of both eyes.”
soulofthepaladin:
Between the brown-haired girl’s flowery language and extravagant display, Nito pieced together the story of a… chef? A very good chef, although Nito had no idea what okonomiyaki was. It sounded Doman. Nito liked Doman food, or at least what she had tasted of it when Higiri cooked for the adventurers in the Rising Stones. It had been a while, though, since everyone had been so busy… How were they? Had they yet noticed that Nito was gone? She had a tendency to disappear at times, yes, but she had always been able to return if they needed her. What if something were to happen while she was away?
Oh, the brown-haired girl had stopped talking. It was only then that Nito realized her mind had drifted again, and she struggled to remember anything the other had said. She still looked quite upset, but Nito had the feeling that she wanted to be upset, in a strange way. Unsure exactly of how to respond, Nito nodded reassuringly.
“Ukyo means much to you, I see, but… from what little I’ve heard, leaving this place is a chance more challenging than one would think.”
… Were it possible at all, but Nito omitted that in case the brown-haired girl genuinely was upset.
“Ukyo means the world to me!” It’s a rather fierce correction, considering Nito’s statement hadn’t been wrong in the slightest. Still, Tsubasa couldn’t stand any implication -- no matter how slight, nor how perceived -- that Ukyo was anything less than perfection itself, drawn down from the heavens and given the form of Japan’s most talented, most skilled, most admired chef. Of okonomiyaki or otherwise!
The more... level-headed woman’s next words prevented another outburst, thankfully, as Tsubasa huffed.
“...I guess that makes sense. They wouldn’t make it that easy to leave if they went to all the trouble of kidnapping us. Still, when I find the idiots who did this, I’ll...! Rrrrgh--!” There... doesn’t actually seem to be a solid plan following that. Just more disgruntled noises.
tolditslant:
Look at that! He was all ready and loaded with wisdom for the young lady in need of help (no, not a damsel, those don’t exist hell no)–
But its her react that makes him pause, mouth quirked in a laugh he really wants to give way to but:
“Nevermind? What’s the matter?”
There’s a certain tendency for people to stare when faced with tragedies and disaster. Some called it gawking, rubbernecking, somethin’ like that. It’s human nature, in a way, to be fascinated by those things too horrible for words. And, in this case, it’d take a near-Herculean effort for Tsubasa to break eye contact with the appalling display of underboob mere inches away.
So, instead of making eye contact with the man, Tsubasa simply stares pointedly (irritably) at his chest.
“Gee, I fuckin’ wonder, pal. Why don’t you put a shirt on before you start makin’ kids cry? You don’t see me goin’ around with my shirt wide open for anyone to see.”
