Stoke the Fire

A Rin Okumura RP blog, affiliated with with Realities Intertwined.

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[all] quirks my muse habitually has.

Writers, bold all of your character’s regular truths.

1. Smoking: the action or habit of inhaling and exhaling the smoke of tobacco or a drug. 2. Binge drinking: the consumption of an excessive amount of alcohol in a short period of time. 3. Drug abuse: the habitual taking of illegal drugs. 4. Nail biting: a common body language sign of anxiety/tension. 5. Lip biting: a common body language sign of anxiety/tension. 6. Night Owl: a person who is habitually active or wakeful at night. 7. Early bird: a person who rises, arrives, or acts before the usual or expected time. 8. Negative attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with criticism and pessimism. 9. Positive attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with optimism and confidence. 10. Swearing: the use of offensive language. 11. Superstitious: an irrational belief that an object, action, or circumstance not logically related to a course of events influences its outcome. 12. Inspecting fingernails: a common body language sign of boredom. 13. Scratching your neck: a common body language sign of uncertainty. 14. Foot and finger tapping: a common body language sign of stress/impatience. 15. Nose touch: a subtle body language sign of deceit. 16. Flipping hair: a common body language sign of craving attention. 17. Twirling hair: a common body language sign of flirtation. 18. Cracking knuckles: a common body language sign of readiness. 19. Hands behind back: a common body language sign of confidence. 20. Finger pointing: a common body language sign of authority. 21. Hands on hips: a common body language sign of readiness. 22: Hands in pockets: a common body language sign of mistrust/reluctance. 23. Frequent touch: a common body language sign of warmth/familiarity. 24. Throat-clearing: a common body language sign of rejection/doubt. 25: Jaw-clenching: a common body language sign of hostility. 26: Eye-rolling: a common body language sign of irritation. 27: Head-tilt: a common body language sign of interest. 28. Whistling: to emit high-pitched sound by forcing breath through a small hole between one’s lips or teeth; usually to a tune. 29. Humming: make a low, steady continuous sound like that of a bee; usually to a tune. 30. Perfectionism: refusal to accept any standard short of perfection. 31. Photographic memory: the ability to remember information or visual images in great detail. 32. Paranoia: a mental condition characterized by delusions of persecution, unwarranted jealousy, or exaggerated self-importance, typically worked into an organized system. 33. Exaggeration: a statement that represents something as better or worse than it really is. 34: Intuitive: using or based on what one feels to be true even without conscious reasoning; instinctive. 35: Quick-witted: showing or characterized by an ability to think or respond quickly and effectively. 36: Interrupting: breaking the continuity of a conversation with one’s own statements. 37: Doodling: to scribble or make rough drawings, absent-mindedly. 38: Irritable: having or showing a tendency to be easily annoyed. 39: Gambling: to play games of chance for money; bet. 40: Travel-sick: suffering from nausea caused by the motion of a moving vehicle, boat, or aircraft. 41: Sensitive: having or displaying a quick and delicate appreciation of others’ feelings. 42: Melancholy: a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause. 43: Chewing gum: the exercise of chewing flavoured gum which is not intended for swallowing. 44: Fidgeting: to make small movements, especially of the hands and feet, through nervousness or impatience. 45: Sceptical: not easily convinced; having doubts or reservations. 46: Neat-freak: compulsively obsessed with cleanliness. 47: Gossiping: divulging personal information about others. 48: Prim: feeling or showing disapproval of anything regarded as improper; stiffly correct. 49: Abbreviating: Giving others nicknames/shortening names/giving pet names. 50: Having a catchphrase: having a sentence or phrase typically associated with a specific person.

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Lily

Lily: What’s something from their past that you would not want your character to remember? A bad memory? Dangerous item? Explain why!

Hmmm... That’s a tough one, honestly. In the movie Rin was faced with the prospect of forgetting all the memories that made him sad or hurt him. It infuriated him and scared him, not being able to recall his dad’s name or how much he loved him.

In FRW, I think... I think the last thing I would want him to remember is that he’s literally Satan spawn, since that kind of crushes your self-esteem into the dirt. Other than that, maybe actually seeing Shiro’s death in person/being the cause of it.

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He was such an earnest boy that it was hard not to tease him. A life filled with maids that were far too easy to tease told her as much. Perhaps the joke she played on him was a little too serious as he had already begun to take off both his jacket and his shirt. For a heartbeat she wondered if she should wait to see whether he’d take off his pants–not in a perverted way, but just to see how far he’d go with her little ‘request.’

Alas, she realized some of the blame was on herself to begin with for having bumped into him and she stopped him after he took off his shirt. Her face did not flush in the way a normal female’s would but instead she put her hand over her eyes in an exasperated manner.

“Oh god–the jacket is enough!” She could at least drape the jacket over herself until she could get home. Although it was a little too far from here…another exasperated sigh escaped her. “You’d be without clothes if we went to a nearby cleaner and I don’t think the patron would be that pleased with you. Do you have an apartment nearby? We can use the washer there.” And maybe she could take a shower to get the coffee and powdered sugar out of her hair. It seemed she had happened to be on the same train of thought, but really there were only three options: find a cleaner nearby, go home, or go to his place and wash up.

[satanusfilius-blog]

♞ ━ Considering the circumstances, he honestly felt she was justified in asking him for his clothes- of course he wouldn't completely strip for her, since that was just plain ridiculous. No, he was prepared to do what he had to. At least until they found a more permanent solution to the problem.

          He'd just pulled his shirt off when she stopped him, which brought about a confused quirk to his eyebrows before it dawned on him. She was probably kidding about him actually giving her his clothes, or at least hadn't expected him to take it seriously.

          The tips of his ears turned pink as he held out his jacket to her, but he didn't feel all that embarrassed even if his thought was right. Honestly he probably would've offered his shirt anyway. Rin couldn't help but chuckle.

          "I dunno, I don't really mind. But you're probably right." He shrugged, giving her a sheepish smile as he pulled his t-shirt back on.

          "My apartment...?" Eyebrows raised ever so slightly, before crunching down in thought. His grandma wouldn't mind, he didn't think. If she even heard them come in, that is.

          "It's not that far from here, no. So sure, we can hop on over there 'n get ya cleaned up."

          Digging into his jeans pocket, he procured the key he'd been frantically looking for earlier. Apparently he'd stuck it in there before instead of his jacket. Oops. Unlocking his bike's chain and looping it over his shoulder, he nodded in the general direction of his home.

          "It's this way. Oh, and my name's Rin. I’m really sorry about all this."

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frw meme ♒ 002

Poppy: Any latest developments in the AU story for your character so far since last week? If you’ve recently joined, what’s going for your character right now? What are they up to?

Ash: Has your character made any friends? Any enemies? Frenemies?

Barley: What is your character’s opinion of the two cities? Do they have a favourite? Do they spend more time in one than the other?

Daffodil: Does your character spend their time mostly indoors or out? What would see them retreat inside? What would drag them out of the house for a few hours?

Cherry: Has your character found anywhere to hang out? If not, what kind of place would they like to hang out in?

Iris: Let’s look at the finer details of their homes. Who does their grocery shopping? How often do they clean their home? Do they often entertain guests? What sort of things do they have in their fridge? 

Ivy: What is their financial status like at the moment? Rich? Poor? Struggling with rent? Etc.

Lily: What’s something from their past that you would not want your character to remember? A bad memory? Dangerous item? Explain why!

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Well. 

Shura tried to be mad. She really, really tried. Like most days, she’d only stopped in to grab a case of shitty beer and something frozen to shove into the microwave at home– she wasn’t a terribly home-y woman, y’know?– and hadn’t expected any odd encounters. They seemed to be piling up lately, though, and as she had been examining something on the shelf, she’d felt a foreign hand just make its way right onto her tit. Alright, then. 

“Y’know,“ she began, giving him a fiendish smile, “people usually at least say hello before making their way towards the goods. You feel me? … Well, I guess you do.”

She did nothing but meet his terrified embarrassment with amused coolness, placing her hands upon her hips and staring him down. Let ’im be worried about it, she mused. It’s so much more fun this way. 

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♞ ━ Embarrassment and fear were two of the major feelings that bubbled up inside Rin as he stood there, and he was damn set on keeping his eyes locked onto her own. Honestly he expected a slap or angry yelling- worst case scenario was that she had an employee kick him out of the store.

          Then she spoke, and his ears and cheeks immediately turned a bright shade of pink. He felt tiny beneath her gaze; man, he could definitely tell that this chick was not like most women he'd met before. It bewildered him, but for some reason he felt a faint sense of déjà vu.

          Finally his brain seemed to kick back into gear, and his mouth stammered along with the hard-boot.

          "I-I'm sorry, lady! I didn't mean to-to..." he inhaled, averting his eyes away from her entirely. He actually felt really bad for the mishap- he tried to treat women with respect and this is definitely not how ya did it.

          "I didn't mean to grope you or nothin'." His words were earnest and in registering her comment, he attempted to amend his mistake.

          "But- uh... hello?" He hadn't really meant to phrase that like a question.

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[rcanines]

☀ } “ No..there’s most definitely something wrong with it. It’s like         you got bit by the ugly bug. Y’know, the one the news was            talking about last night? Suppose’ta make you surprisingly           hideous. You fit the criteria.”

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♞ ━ “Wait- what the hell’s your problem?”

          “Not sure what crawled up yer ass ‘n died but whatever it was, it must’ve been pretty bad to make ya rotten like that. You lookin’ for a fight or somethin’?”

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Re-class greeted back with a even wider grin and frantic waving. Greetings were important. “Hello!” This was very exciting that she was even let in here, especially after what happened last time. But now this place was run by a new person, or at least she thought that whoever was behind the counter ran the store. 

The wonderful store where the food moved on a belt. Re-class really wanted to try some of this food, rather then the same stuff she got every day. But she also learned that people here had to give money to get the food. The last time she didn’t do that, everyone got really mad with her. Which is why she brought something to trade this time. Re-class ran up to the counter and slammed down a penutbutter and jelly sandwich wrapped in plastic wrap that she had saved from yesterday. “Here! Which one do I get?” She held out her hands, while her eyes moved along with the conveyor belt.

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♞ ━ Though he hadn't worked at Wasabi long, the little Sushi Restaurant seemed to attract all kinds of attention, both good and bad. It wasn't a dirty little place and it definitely didn't allow illegal things to take place; but it was small, therefor it couldn't afford to be picky about its customers. However, one thing was always certain-

          If they couldn't pay, then they weren't served.

          So when Rin watched this girl; someone he thought was barely old enough to be walking around town on her own, place a rather smooshed and beatup lookin' sandwich on the counter and demand -albeit innocently- something from the conveyor... well let's just say he had mixed feelings. But, not wanting to upset his boss and risk losing his only job, he could only do what he had to.

          Raising a rather concerned eyebrow at the sandwich before turning to the girl, he leaned over the bar and propped his head up in his hands. How even old was she, he wondered.

          "Hey, sorry kid but you need money before you can have sushi." He told her.

          "Unless you can pay, I'm not allowed to give you anything."

[rcanines]

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satanusfilius

[rcanines]

☀ } “What’s wrong with your face?”

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♞ ━ “Nothin’s wrong with it.”

“At least... I don’t think so? Whaddya mean, man?”

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questions about your character.

[satanusfilius-blog]

♥ - What does ‘love’ mean to them? ♠ - What are they afraid of? ♦ - What is one thing about them that they are most proud of? ♣ - What is one thing that they find embarrassing? (About them, others, things in general) ★ - Do they prefer daytime or nighttime and why? ☾- Are they prone to nightmares or dreamless sleep? ☼ - Something that/Someone who makes them happy. ☁ - If they’re caught out in the rain how do they react? ♪ - Are they musically inclined? ♫ - What kind of music do they enjoy? ✓ - How do they react to praise? ✕ - How do they handle rejection? ☺ - Do they prefer sour or sweet treats? ❄ -  Favorite season and why? ☮ - Do they have an idol or someone they look up to? ❤ - Do they have a love interest? ✖ - Who is someone they just cannot stand? ♔ - Do they value loyalty? ♕ - Do they trust easily?

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satanusfilius

Hinami’s shift had just started at Deja Brew, and she was shelving books. Sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows at the front of the shop, glinting off the spines of the books. Hinami’s fingers itched to pluck one from the shelf and start reading—the light was perfect for her favorite seat in the corner—but she had work to do. When the bell above the door jingled, she turned to greet whomever had just walked into the store.

“Welcome to Deja Brew! If you need anything, just let me know!”

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♞ ━ Despite having lived in Vardos for many years, Rin had never really thought to visit the Bookstore-slash-cafe called Deja Brew until recently. He wasn't a reader like his bro, so he really never had a reason to drop by the little place since it was off his usual route from home to school to work.

          Today though, he had learned that this place had one thing that other bookstore slash cafes in Kairos didn't have- an assortment of manga. He took delight in knowing that little fact and couldn’t wait to bike his way over after work.

          As he entered a girl happily greeted him and he returned her friendly hello with a grin. He wasted no time in expressing what he desired.

          "Hey there! I was wondering if ya could show me the manga section? I heard you guys had one from a buddy'a mine."

[onslaughtofblack]

On The Way To Ruin Your Day

satanusfilius

“Are you serious?!”

“Sir, please, there’s no need to raise your voice!”

Ragna could barely hear the comment from the waitress, his face a mask of rage, and his body was tensing up for a fight that wasn’t probably going to come. What was coming however, were the stares of the people in the area around them, the little sushi bar that Ragna had just been returning an application to. Unfortunately for him, and everyone else, the answer was immediate.

“How the hell am I not illegible?!”

“Well sir, you have no work experience, no completed school experience…”

“Experience?! You’ve got fucking school kids here! WHAT THE HELL DOES IT MATTER?!”

As the shouting grew louder, it became evident that Ragna was not going to resolve this peacefully. In fact, as he turned on his heel, giving the people the hope that perhaps he was leaving, he grabbed an empty table, hefting it over his head, which quickly lead to it be thrown directly at the waitress. The woman, screaming in terror, ducked, and sent it flying toward the bar…

[satanusfilius-blog]

♞ ━ Ever since starting work at this little place he'd come to make good friends with all of his co-workers, from the other chefs, the waitresses, the waiters, the cleaners, and even the people he wasn't even sure had actual jobs in the place. So naturally, when the shouting got even louder, he left the kitchen to investigate, feeling prickles of anger toward whoever was shouting as well as protectiveness for whomever they were screaming at.

“Experience?! You’ve got fucking school kids here! WHAT THE HELL DOES IT MATTER?!”

          Well, he was all gung ho to confront this guy until an entire dining table came flying directly towards him. Luckily for Rin, he had been watching this guy move. His reflexes and that tiny factor are all that saved him from a smashed melon. However... he was just as unlucky since even though it missed his head, it collided soundly against his shoulder, sending him backwards into the bar with a shout that was somewhere between like a little kid and a girl.

          A distinctive wet pop from his arm told him all kinds of fun information like how painful it was, and that he probably shouldn't move it. And also how painful it was.

          Eyes watering and refusing to let out a shout like the one he had just uttered, Rin struggled to sit up, glaring with all his sixteen-year old might at him.

          "What the Hell is your problem?!"

[vagranttactics]

“ Chef Morgan is what I go by formally on that channel but you’ve got the right guy! Aha, it looks like I’ve got a bit of infamy I suppose! Although with my current follower count I should really expect to meet fans casually like this! “ 

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♞ ━ “Oh my God, you’re really him? Chef Morgan?! You’re one of my favorite channels to watch, I use yer recipes all the time! I can’t believe you actually live here in Vardos, this is so cool! Oh man, okay, it’s kind of weird but can I get yer picture? Nobody’s gonna believe I actually met ya.”

[lonelylacie-deactivated20160124]

It was much too early for her to be up, or so she had reasoned with her roommates who had forced her out of her bed. With that prefaced it was understandable that she was groggy, right? Right? The raven haired girl yawned and brushed a messy braid out of her hair while walking past an individual on the street. Little did she know her inattentiveness would cost her an entire outfit.

SPLASH.

Immediately she smelled coffee. No, she smelled like coffee. The beverage soaked into her clothes and skin and the sugary coating of the doughnuts littered across her hair. Her expression was of complete surprise until it registered in her brain what happened.

“What in the world–” She turned to look at the boy who was just a few inches taller than she was. He looked genuinely upset with the mishap and she had a conflicting moment of wanting to torture tease him and giving him a break. Well at least she was awake now.

“….are you going to give me your clothes?” Apparently she went with tor–I mean teasing him. 

[satanusfilius-blog]

♞ ━ Already he was trying to locate a store along the street that might let him have some towels, or maybe even a laundromat that he'd provide her with the quarters to get her clothes cleaned before they stained. 

          He felt really bad for causing her to be completely covered in coffee and doughnut dust, and he didn't even want to think about how angry the guys at work would be when he came back empty handed!

          But her words drew his attention again, and he turned back to her. At first he looked perplexed; confused and wondering if he had heard her right.

          "What..? My clothes?" He questioned, tapping his chest as though there might be someone else on the empty sidewalk that he couldn't see.

          But no, he could tell she was completely serious. And he supposed it was his fault this happened... so...

          "Alright- yeah, ya can use’em for now, but I'll kinda need them back once we find a place to get yours clean." The teen said, actually beginning to strip off his jacket and shirt right there in the street.

[vagranttactics]

“ Maybe! If my voice and appearance don’t make you think of something, maybe it’s the lack of a cutting board or a loading screen in front of my face that’s making it rather hard to figure out who I am. “ 

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♞ ━ “Wait... Holy crap, are you Morgan? From the FlavorEmblem Youtube channel?!”

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♞ ━ 'What's the difference between these brands anyway..?' The thought passed through Rin's mind as blue eyes squinted, reading the labels of two different kinds of beans. Crouched behind his cart at the base of the store shelves, he really couldn't understand why there had to be so many different versions of the same kind of food. Honestly, he was better off just making his own.

          Sighing and placing the items back on the shelf, he reached up to grasp his cart without really looking- but it had rolled a ways away somehow. His hand grabbed onto something that was definitely not the handle of his shopping basket.

          He didn't immediately reel his hand back in, eyebrows knitting together as he tried to identify it without taking a moment to glance over his shoulder.

          The word 'melons?' crossed his mind before his brain finally clicked, and he recoiled immediately as he jumped to his feet. Whirling around and his cheeks red with a blush, he faced the woman he had unwittingly groped.

          "C-crap, I didn't see you there! I'm not a pervert I swear-!"

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♞ ━ Two boxes of donuts balanced precariously in one hand -topped with four cups of coffee no less- and the other searching all his pockets for the key to his bike chain made for a bad time. His balance wasn't all that great to begin with, but as he continued to frown and panic a little at losing the key to the lock; a light bump to his side would prove disastrous.

          Almost as though it occurred in slow motion, the small tower of sweets and coffee descended downwards. His expression slowly morphing into a look of shock. And with a resounding sound of perfect sugary goods being wasted and coffee splashing, they all came crashing down on the girl who had happened to brush past him.

          "Oh- oh, crap." He hissed, his now empty hands clutching at his hair.

          "Oh man, I'm sorry! Are ya alright? Hold on, lemme try and find somethin' to clean you up--"

[vagranttactics]

“ Sorry, but not interested! For me, if I can’t get it fresh then I wont bother with it at all. There’s a noticable lack of quality because pre-grated, it goes bad faster, right? So you sacrifice a bit for shelf life. If you use it that’s alright! But it’s not really for me  “ 

[satanusfilius-blog]

♞ ━ “Yeah I guess yer right. If I plan on cookin’ a lot or somethin’ that’ll have a lot of cheese in it I’ll grate it myself, but I like havin’ some of this around just in case. Don’t have much time to cook at home so I can’t make sure it doesn’t go bad, y’know?” 

          “Hey... ya look kinda familiar. Have we met before?”