Royally Flushed

Yuuri Shibuya. Trailer E-6. [an rp account associated with UPM]

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[As natural a creature as Badou is, he kind of gives no fucks about the stupid look this punk ass is giving him, and gives onnnne more adjustment just for the hell of it. Then scratches his ass. He’s a beautiful creature, ok] Well yeah, can you fuckin’ imagine some of the dumbass names you’d get if you named yourself? Worse’n toilet, toilet. If you think Shaqwanda and La-sha are shitty names, you’d end up namin’ yourself ball or somethin’ else like that.

Uh huh, kinda familiar. An not in th’way….Yuuri, was it? I don’t mean in th’lesbionic way. Unfortunately for you. That’d be interestin’ to be named after. But yeaaaah, that name…s’familiar. S’on th’tip of my tongue…where have I heard that before….feels like there’s usually some other word along with it…like…douche or…wimp….wimp? Huh.

Yeaaaaaaaaaah, it sucks balls but….you’ll make due. Sink in th’boatload of ass or swim with th’fishes. It ain’t so bad, sometimes. You’ll haveta get a better disposition than that, though, or else more’n just your shoes or undies’ll be taken. [or virginity but we don’t have to worry about that do we]

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Badou's spiel goes mostly over Yuuri's head, until the bit about lesbionics, which makes his face go bright red, "Yeah, I've actually heard that one before too... And I'm not a w- Did you just call me... Where did you hear that?" nonono, impossible. This guy could not possibly be in cahoots with... "Wolfram!"

He sighs, "I guess you're right. If you're gonna be stuck somewhere, may as well be a circus. I'm sure at least things never get boring here," Yuuri rests his head on a hand and lets a small smile emerge on his face before really hearing the last part of Badou's statement, "Wait. Who's taking my what?"

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[Open] RAIDERS OF THE LOST CIRCUS.

It was a new day and a new job for Code:03, Code:Breaker and assassin for Eden. His new mission was dangerous and almost certainly breaking several laws and violating people’s rights. That job was…

RAIDING EMPTY TRAILERS FOR FOOD.

They’d been going through their stocks like crazy and it had become necessary to make these expeditions every two days or so. There were quite a few of them and Motochika said they’d be leaving port soon- they’d really have to get a lot more pretzels and sticks of cotton candy to fill up the stores. Sure there were other things they should probably take to sea but he was sure they wouldn’t be out there long.

And so Yuuki found himself hopping from trailer to trailer with a sack full of junk food, searching for any remotely edible thing the circus had to offer.

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Yuuri has been wandering through the sea of trailers for some time, not particularly trying to find his own, but hoping he might stumble upon it nonetheless. A good deal of the trailers, as far as he can tell, are totally unoccupied. One, he notices, even has an open door. His curiosity peaked and all of the reasons that this might be a bad idea going over his head completely, he decides that he may as well see if anyone's in there and, granted that's it's not being lived in, poke around a bit.

Unfortunately, just as he goes to chance a look inside, someone comes barreling out of the trailer. Yuuri, with the amount of grace one could only expect from him, almost smacks right into the guy. He at least manages to catch himself before the impact and stumbles back, attempting in vain to find something to steady himself on, "Smooth move, Shibuya..." he claps a hand to his face.

"Sorry about that," he gives the other boy a sheepish smile, "I didn't think there was anyone-" Yuuri, then, cleverly notes the very large and suspicious bag he's carrying and puts two and two together, "Heeey, what were you doing in there? You weren't stealing from that trailer, were you?"

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“What does you being here have to do with it?” Wolfram stared, obviously confused. It was natural to tell people of your relationship status, wasn’t it? Besides, he couldn’t have any of them getting any funny ideas - whether it be over him or Yuuri. Mostly Yuuri. People seemed drawn to him more often than not, and Wolfram could only surmise it was because of his charm and cuteness. “It’s just so people know, you know. If they don’t, who knows what could happen.” He couldn’t see how that was ridiculous. It seemed very sensical to him.

Wolf stared at Yuuri, as if he had just said the most ridiculous thing ever. “You’re sleeping with me, of course. I can’t have you too far away - what would I do if something happened to you?” Which, the blonde noted, happened often, just as he’d just said. “And if something did happen to you because of my negligence, there would be numerous consequences.” Surely he didn’t have to repeat them all to the dense boy.

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Of course. Naturally, Wolfram wouldn't understand his concern over the fact that the residents of the carnival were more than likely being given a much more abbreviated and much less accurate account of the engagement. Meaning that everyone Wolf's spoken to probably already thinks he's... Oh god. Sure, no one in Shin Makoku really thinks anything of two guys... together. But this is not Shin Makoku. Yuuri takes a deep, centering breath, "You know, I really don't think anything too terrible would happen if you didn't bring that up so often. To strangers."

"Wolf, I don't think-..." Yuuri rubs his face in exasperation, requiring a few more calming breaths before he continues, that he suspected were necessary due to Wolfram's phrasing. 'Sleeping with me'? Does he really have to make it sounds so... like that.

He's been intermittently surveying the grounds and notices a large collection trailers that he assumes are for residents "Do you really think that's the best idea? Will the beds here even fit two people? I can't imagine they'd be as big and extravagant as our-" as my bed. It is my bed, "the bed back home," he gives a nervous laugh, knowing that if Wolfram doesn't back down on this he really won't have any other option, at least for tonight. He doesn't even know which trailer is supposed to be his after all, "Honestly, Wolfram, I don't think there's a lot that could happen to me in my sleep."

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Ahh, this old dance. It would be a lie to say that Wolf wasn’t relieved to hear that indignant response, but he cooly brushed it aside regardless. Arms crossed across his chest, and he snorted. “It’s the way it is.” The way it had to be.

Talk about a time difference. That was too shocking for Wolf, to be honest. So he was the only one suffering, eh? Well, it would be that way regardless… “At least that hasn’t given you any good amount of time to be unfaithful,” he said, the words holding only a bit of spite in them. Just a teaspoon, maybe. “Of course I’ve told people about our engagement,” he emphasized, expression almost offended. “Why wouldn’t I bring it up? Don’t be so ridiculous, Yuuri.” And by that, he’d probably meant that he’d told everyone he’d met. If he didn’t, how would people know about it? And people had to know. That was the way it had to be. And now that Yuuri was here, he would have to watch to make sure no one forgot it. 

“If I recall,” he began, hotly, “you can get in a heap of trouble if I’m gone for even a few hours. Should I list all of the things that you’ve gotten into? Because, I don’t know if we have the time for that.”

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Yuuri rolls his eyes at his first comment and then again at the comment regarding his alleged cheating, in turn giving himself a headache. As if that would have happened even if Wolf had been away for months.

"What?!" Yuuri is all but flailing, "Told people about our.. You told people? Why would you go and do that?! What's the point when I wasn't even here?!" to defend myself, "You're the one that's being ridiculous!"

Well, that much is probably true. Trouble does seem to follow Yuuri. When he isn't running into it headfirst himself. Still, he manages to sound both sheepish and grumble-y, "I don't think that'll be necessary." Suddenly struck with a thought, he glances curiously around the open space in which they're standing, "Where am I supposed to sleep?" he catches himself before he says, 'where are we supposed to sleep'. The last thing he wants is to encourage Wolfram to try to climb into bed with him here too, despite knowing on some level that Wolf won't let it slide.

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It’d been so long, it seemed as though Wolfram had forgotten the appropriate behavior around Yuuri. Snapping himself out of his daze, he shook his head and waved a hand, thus waving off Yuuri’s concern. “I’m fine, wimp.” The nickname felt warm on his tongue, but he continued without missing a beat. “I just haven’t seen you in awhile. It’s normal to be shocked, isn’t it?” A brow arched at the boy, perhaps a bit accusingly. “Honestly, I’d expect you to be a little more worried about that factor as well, seeing as you haven’t seen your beloved fiance in months.” Well, months for Wolfram. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed in Shin Makoku - but it couldn’t have amounted to just a few days, right?

But. “I already told you, they’re not here. You’d know better than I would…” The sentence trailed off, as green eyes narrowed suspiciously. “What happened, anyway? While I’ve been away?” Because he had a few guesses, and if his own family attempting to set Yuuri up with any available female while Wolfram was away for patrolling had anything to do with those guesses, then he could only imagine what they would have attempted or actually gone through with while he was away for such an extended period of time. They ought to have more shame. “You haven’t done anything stupid, have you?”

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Is it supposed to be possible to be both relieved and affronted at the same time? Because that happens to be the emotional cocktail Yuuri experiences at the old familiar insult. In fact, he almost smiles as he counters somewhat lamely, "Hey! Don't call me that..."

"It hasn't been long at all, honestly," he begins, effectively covering his ass, though to his credit it was the truth, "I think I saw you yesterday afternoon. I figured you just slept in your own room last night. I was a little worried when you didn't show up to breakfast, though...- Beloved f- Do you really have to start on that?! I'm assuming no one here knows about our situation yet," and I'd like to keep it that way, "So why even bring it up?!"

"As far I know it's business as usual back home. Like I said, you haven't exactly been away at all... Maybe we're caught in some kind of time loop," he squints and considers this, before returning to a slightly offended state, "How much trouble could I possibly get into in one day? Would it kill you to have a little faith in me? Jeez..."

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[Badou is less than impressed and as he waits for Yuuri to get his head out of his ass and thus scratches at his balls for a minute, adjusts them, and then cocks an eyebrow] Whatever you say, Johnny Shitmaine, save your excuses for th’ass master, not me. 

Huh….that name sounds familiar. Now where have I heard such a shitty name before…..oh well. Anyway, that kinda happens, people appearin’ an then doin’ th’opposite. Basically, you’re boned. Welcome to th’shithole.[Shrugging narrow shoulders, he offers the teen a totally cool wave] My name’s Badou, Badou Nails. An if anyone pissed th’fuck off asks you which way I went for th’love of fuck don’t tell ‘em th’truth. 

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Yuuri looks on in abject horror in the direction of Badou's crotch as Badou readjusts, seeming to spend a bit more time than necessary on the act as far as Yuuri's concerned.

"Well, I didn't choose my name," Yuuri sighs, having had this conversation far too many times, "So you'll have to take it up with my mother- My name sounds familiar? That's weird, it's not a very common name. I don't think we've met, but I... No, I'm sure I would remember you," he generally has a good memory for people as it is, there's no way he would have forgotten even a passing encounter with someone so, er... unique.

"Boned.. Well, I guess that's one way to put it," he grumbles, "This whole thing's kind of a mess, huh?"

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It was Yuuri. That much could be confirmed in his face, his voice, his everything. The hug, though. What was that all about? Wolfram’s first reaction was to freeze up and hold his hands at his sides awkwardly, unsure of what to do with them (like, you know, hug back). Which was all good and fine, because Yuuri was pulling away and Wolf was still dragging himself out of his stupor. He wanted to be mad, because that was his default emotion when he was wanting to hide his feelings. Those feelings, right about now, where to probably hold Yuuri to him and maybe put him on a chain, so that he couldn’t ever get away from him for so long again. And what if he’d been cheating on him while he was away? All of these things simply would not do.

So, instead, he continued to look stupefied, and shook his head slowly. “I’m the only one here. We’re in a circus, somewhere not in Shin Makoku. Though I guess you could have deduced that much.” At least, he’d hoped so. Sometimes, Yuuri was a bit dense. “I guess it’s in another world.”

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"Oh," Yuuri mulls over this information, settling on mild trepidation as an appropriate response, "At least you're okay, though.. You are okay, right?"

Only after a tilt of the head and a discerning glance at Wolfram does it strike Yuuri that Wolfram isn't acting like himself at all. He's being quiet for one, which in and of itself is enough to raise a red flag, "Wolfram? Hey!," he gestures wildly in front of the other boy's shocked looking face, "Are you listening to me? Snap out of it, wouldya."

Yuuri supposes he should be pleased that Wolfram isn't grabbing him by the ear calling him a cheater- which, frankly, he'd expected- but he isn't. Because, well, that's just Wolf, and if Wolf isn't doing that stuff then he's not acting like Wolf. Yuuri doesn't like that at all, he decides, which alone is enough to be slightly unsettling. More than anything, it worries him, because that usually means that something's wrong. Which leads Yuuri to the next item on a long list of questions, "Did something happen to-.. Is everyone else okay?"

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Today was another unimportant day, blended into the rest, monotonous like everything had became within a week of Wolfram arriving at this stupid circus. Months had gone by, and yet he remained. It was easy to realize that keeping track of those months only served to further his misery in being stuck in this place, while also being provided the minimal relief it provided for his fiery emotions. It wasn’t like he could light a trailer on fire or something, which sometimes drove him crazy. Many things did.

What kept him sane, ironically enough, was the impressive company he kept. Somehow, having a friend around to talk his ear off and provide activities make his days as eventful as they could be, and while he could still complain about that plenty, he would never have any real problems with his friend. So, today’s plan had been ‘go wake up Badou,’ since it was well into the afternoon (at least, as far as he could tell, with the constantly overcast skies), and the stupid redhead had no business ignoring him for any longer than that. Even if it was for sleep. It was unnecessary sleep, and that was what mattered.

Well. That was the plan.

Green eyes settled upon a sort of distant figure, squinting just a little. Usually, he didn’t bother too much to bother with people here, but as he kept walking and getting closer to the figure - undoubtedly male, wearing a lot of black - the more he felt something stir within him. Recognition, perhaps? But it’d been so long, and it felt pretty unreal, so Wolf’s paces slowed, blonde head tilting to the side with a look of caution written all over his face. Don’t get your hopes up, he thought to himself, a number of times, before the figure finally came into view close enough for everything to register all at once.

He stopped in his tracks, caution replaced by disbelief, and eyes now wide. While previously, he may have just approached his friend - his fiancé - with all of the casualness of an angered cat if he was gone for too long, it was as if this amount of time may have been a little too long for his own brain to properly function. So instead, he called out the boy’s name, voice barely above his regular speaking volume.

“Yuuri?”

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Yuuri is, at that time, in the process of kneeling down to smell an admittedly rather sad looking flower. As it turns out, it smells nearly as bad as it looks. Through a powerful sneeze, Yuuri hears what he's almost certain is a familiar voice, and upon locating the source promptly falls flat on his butt, choking out a surprised, "Wolfram?"

He's on his feet again nearly as abruptly as he'd fallen, "Wolfram!"

Though it isn't something he'd call a commonplace behavior for him, he quickly scoops Wolfram up into what could easily be described as a bear hug. There is a time and a place for guy-hugs, and as far as Yuuri is concerned waking up in an unfamiliar place and seeing a friend that you were subconsciously, secretly afraid that you might never see again meets the qualifications.

"What a relief," he pulls back, very briefly letting his hands rest on Wolfram's shoulders, "Where's everyone else? Um.. Where are we?"

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Long John Silver, that you? Yeah, your food sucked so much donkey cock that it was probably made of literal donkey cock, an two I’m hallucinatin’ shitters. If that ain’t shitty customer service I dunno what is in your goddamn communist country. 

Suuuuuuuuuup, shitter? 

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"Long John... I'm not a-.. What?" Yuuri is momentarily under the impression that he's been dumped into another place where people speak some strange foreign language and he's going to have to get his head squeezed again. He then realizes that the guy just talks really fast and takes a moment to let his brain catch up with the man's mouth, only to find himself more than slightly disturbed when he finally makes some sense of it all, "I'm not.. any of that. I..."

"My name's Yuuri. Yuuri Shibuya. I just kind of... showed up here," he finishes lamely with a nervous laugh.

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Yuuri, upon making his way out of the dark, dingy room he'd woken up in, shields his eyes as they adjust. It seems far too bright out considering the overcast sky, leading him to wonder just how long he'd been in the dark. He doesn't remember much and considers the possibility that he'd passed out after turning into the Maoh again. If that's the case, then he can only assume, having woken up in an unfamiliar place, that something has gone quite horribly awry.

Though, after taking a look around his surroundings, it becomes clear to him that he is definitely not in Shin Makoku at all, or Japan, for that matter. At least it's nowhere that he's been before. No, to him, it appears that he's at some kind of carnival, by the look of it, one that should have been closed down ages ago. Yet again, he finds himself transported to an unfamiliar place through no volition of his own.

"Honestly, how many times can this happen to one person?"

He knows he isn't all that great at keeping out of trouble on his own and it would be nice if he had Conrad or Wolfram or anyone really here with him. He decides, though, that it didn't go so terribly last time this kind of thing happened to him. So, he puts a smile on his face and making up his mind to make the best of this situation as well, steps out into the carnival to have a look around.

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ROBOTS OR DINOSAURS?

"Well. That's a pretty strange question. Um... Robots, I guess."

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"Unless dragons count as dinosaurs somehow. Then dinosaurs."