Speed and Weight!

[Bob from Tekken; Affiliated with Isola Radiale! Townhouse 214, Just a Talented Man] 

[sparklinghop]

“Everyone in my house disappeared. Is that...normal? Or should I find someplace else to live?” 

Bob doesn’t want to admit he’s scared. Even their stuff is gone. 

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icarusflcwn​:

@sparklinghop​

“Bastards! I don’t have time to be sitting around here and playing these stupid games! I have a little brother to take care of!”  

Bob nearly chokes on his drink as someone has an outburst. “Dude--” he coughs, “--are you alright?” is the most polite thing he can force himself to say right now. He nearly spilled hot coffee all over one of his favorite shirts. 

How many times has he asked other people that since he got here..? ‘Are you alright?’

“Can you describe him? Your brother, I mean. There’s a lot of people here but...maybe I’ve seen him?” 

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ombraventi​:

Tch. Trying to prove a point, or something? Or just wanting to be annoying? Regardless of the reason, it only furthered his current scowl. 

Honestly, some people were just so rude.

“I would disagree with that. Objectively, there always has to be someone who’s the best at things. And if you’re the best and know you’re the best, then why waste time on something so trivial?”

Sure, he’d maybe cheated a little for most of his power. But it didn’t change the fact that it existed- normally. When his cap was working properly, anyways.

“How do you know you’re the best? You can’t know every person in the world. Or, I guess, universe. Dimension?”  

Bob shrugs, wiping the sweat off his face with his t-shirt under his jacket. As much as this odd guy scowls, he’s hardly bothered himself. Some grumpy teenager out in the woods. At least, he thinks he’s some broody goth. There are plenty of strange things back home and here. 

Whatever he can do, Bob thinks he can handle it. For the time being. 

“Even if you were the best, like you knew for sure somehow--wouldn’t you get bored without any challenges?”

As he waits for the answer--coming from this guy it’s probably going to be another snooty one-up--Bob balances on his hands to do vertical push ups. A conversation can be held during exercise, right? 

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anglerfishnabe​: 

“ Recruited but… I would have joined even if I could choose otherwise. “

He had the appropriate skills after all. You should do what suits you. 

“ I have plenty of tolerance.  We had to sit outside for hours during winter you know. There was no heating in the barracks either…. “ Ogata continues. He brings his face close to the cup and for a while it almost seems like he’s about to lap it with his tongue. After few sniffs he however takes a sip from the edge.

“ Doesn’t mean I enjoy freezing my ass off. “

“Is there a particular reason you’d join either way?” Bob’s face becomes a little more serious. He had a good sense of who was a bad or good person--but Ogata was one that stood on such a thin line between. Bob’s eyes wander, focusing on listening for a moment before staring at Ogata again. 

It’s not really discreet he’s trying to read the other. 

Maybe it’s less a line and more ambiguous. He sips his tea thoughtfully, taking another bite of his manju afterwards. It’s never really that simple. He knew better by now. He was still the type to trust his hunches, though. And when they weren’t solid...he didn’t like the instability of it. 

He finishes his bite and replies, “So you treasure warmth more than most. Having to rough it like that before.” 

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ombraventi​:

@sparklinghop​

Though he’d long since turned his back on his past as a creature of the forest, Vaati still found himself at peace in places of nature- there were some things that could truly never change. Cotes was nice in that way, pleasant enough that he’d put his house there even. It was easier to relax, to lose himself in the ever familiar sounds of the wind rushing through the trees, to get distracted by the sounds of a human in the midst of training- no, that last part was not right.

His moment of peace rather suddenly brought to an end, Vaati directed a scowl at the person who’d so rudely disturbed him. 

“Honestly, what is it with you humans and training all the time? Don’t people have any consideration for the noise they’re making?”

Bob stops mid-kick, balancing as he slowly looks to who’s speaking. He can’t help but smirk as he continues through the rest of the motion. Fluid spinning kicks--once, twice--landing on both feet solid. 

Yeah, he wanted to show off maybe a little. For someone so small, they sure were condescending, huh?  

“That’s easy! There’s always going to be someone better than you--so why stop improving yourself?” he puts his hands on his hips, “But uh, sorry about the noise. It’s a habit.” 

It’s a good habit, if you asked him; a strong yell can put some extra power in a strike.

[sparklinghop]

breath-of-stone​:

@sparklinghop liked for a starter.

There were a few reasons Gyomei didn’t like trains. Chief among them were the constant noises and rumbling of the cars as they moved along the tracks. With senses as sharp as his it was nearly impossible to settle down– maybe he would have grown used to it in time, but thankfully he never had to. For that Gyomei was glad; he preferred to avoid crowded places.

That didn’t quite matter anymore. Since arriving he’d had to go to quite a few more places and interact with quite a few more people than he usually would have. Ascetic wouldn’t exactly describe his previous lifestyle. Reclusive was a better word if you asked him. But in Spirale there were many more people, and little reason for Gyomei to sequester himself away; there was even cause to get familiar with his surroundings, despite his reluctance to do it in the first place. It was just another change in his life he had no say in, and just like with every other it was wiser to adjust himself than to dig his heels in.

The Cotes Ward was an interesting place to be. There was a mystical sense about, stronger in some spots than others, and at times more benign than others. Gyomei had no way of divining anything else about it yet; it had taken him long enough to figure out discerning demons from his world apart from the ones that came from any other world. For now he’d settle for just being able to navigate the place alright. And being able to bear taking the train back to its other side. Gyomei had been pleasantly surprised to find it was much more refined here– though that made complete sense in retrospect. Everything was like that. Night had fallen and the rest of the car was empty for the most part; he kept his hands busy by wringing his beads. Out of habit his head was lowered and shoulders slackened rather than squared. He had a morose air for someone who had only just been out on a casual walk, but there was no helping that.

A yawn forces his eyes shut before he can check the time. The familiar small jingle of the train is all he ends up needing. As much as he’s getting used to it, he still wonders. Odd magical properties or not, would it ever come late? Not that he wants it to. 

Bob doesn’t exactly want to get used to Cotes, either. 

Quickly learning it wasn’t the traveling part that made him uncomfortable. Of course not. He was used to traveling for tournaments since he was young. It was the fact he couldn’t leave. He wants to take it in stride, but he’s stubborn. 

 And he knows very well what it’s like to hit wall after wall. 

A day at a time. 

Speaking of walls...the only other guy on the train--well, there’s probably a few others scattered in the other cars, there’s the driver, if there even was one...hmm. That’s a concerning thought. He never thought to check that. He puts a hand on the back of the chair and leans to see better. 

“Are you okay? Is it motion sickness?” 

What a heavy aura...

[aetherochemistry-deactivated202]

RP Memes: Music edition!

Send a symbol and I’ll show you…

♬ - A battle theme for my muse

♭  - A sad song that I associate with my muse

😀 - A happy or upbeat song that I associate with my muse

🤑 - A song that embodies my muse’s jealousy

😡  - A song that embodies my muse’s aggression/angst

🔥 - A song that embodies my muse’s lust or passion   

💓 - A song that embodies the muse’s love for another

♪  - A song that my muse would dance to

♮ - A song that I use for BGM during RP

🎼 - An instrumental song (with no lyrics) that I associate with my muse

♩ - A song with lyrics that I associate with my muse

🎵 - A song that reminds me of my muse’s backstory

🎚️ - A cultural piece that suits my muse

🎤- A song that my muse would sing

📯 - A song featuring instruments that my muse would play

🎶 - A song that gets the mun into the muse’s headspace

🥁 -  A song with percussion that I associate with my muse

🎻 - A song featuring classical stringed instruments that I associate with my muse

🎸 - A song featuring guitars that I associate with my muse

🔀 - A song that is outside of the mun’s usual taste, but still associated with the muse

💀 - A song that would be played to portray my muse’s death or passing

💿 - A random song from my playlist, and an explanation of how my it could relate to my muse 

👪 - A song that embodies my muse’s relationship (with another muse of the asker’s choice!)

💕- A song that reminds me of my muse’s relationship with their partner

❣️ - A song my muse would dedicate to their loved ones

🖤 - A song that my muse would dedicate to someone they hate or dislike

🎊 - A song that I could see my muse celebrating or partying to

🎃 - A holiday-themed song that suits my muse

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anglerfishnabe​:

“ Yeah”, he answers, a bit unfocused “Russo-Japanese war just ended couple of years ago… “ .

Ogata lists his order from the floor, hands still reached towards the heater. Eyes closed, he doesn’t even look at the menu as he mumbles. He doesn’t get up until the order arrives- hojicha and couple of senbeis. As soon as he can he places his hands on around he cup.

“ … “

“So you’re military. Back then, was that even a choice for you?” he pauses a beat to take off his gloves, putting them in his pockets and tucking the smaller, dangling decor of his leather bracelets into their loops. “Like, was there a draft, or did you volunteer?” 

He’s being chatty again, until he’s distracted by his own cup and snack. genmaicha, and two manju, one immediately half way into his mouth. He’s not envious of Ogata’s senbei at all. 

He sips his tea quietly after finishing his bite.

“You have no cold tolerance, huh?” 

[sparklinghop]

ragestaged​:

@sparklinghop​

one would’ve thought that chloe would’ve left this life behind after the last week she had spent in arcadia bay; that she had learned her lesson and grown a lot from the experience. and she had! but alone, without someone doting over her, keeping her on track, she was a mess. she had been worse before she had met rachel, and after rachel she hadn’t really given a fuck what could possibly happen to her. of course she had max now, but… well. she had weird feelings about that. max was fine without her and had her own shit going on. who was chloe to interfere? she had already gotten over being angry at max. max had saved her life, and no matter how much chloe needed her, she couldn’t tell her that. not the crawling back, not adding more pressure to fix the fallout of abandonment problem and delinquency she had caused so many years back. no, these were chloe’s problems to bear herself. and she was fucking bad at it. the good thing (to her) was she had gotten her hands on a fake ID which meant fucking bar hopping. definitely a good idea. the pregaming by herself was definitely a good idea too. so there she was in a sports bar (this meant hella chicken wings too, fucks yes), doing tequila shots to her hearts content. tequila happened to make her a little more everything. she wasn’t shitfaced, by definition, but her inhibitions were definitely impaired. which was why she was arm wrestling every motherfucker who would take her in this joint. and she hadn’t lost once so far! a lot of men were having their masculinity challenged tonight and the lot of them weren’t taking it well. she was eating it up.  ❝ C’mon, anyone else want a piece of this? Gonna let a blue haired punk bitch show you big, strong men up? ❞ chloe mocked loudly. everyone was starting to ignore her for a variety of reasons. except one guy she caught looking her way– not in a particularly interested way, probably just because she was loud– a larger guy who looked like he could probably be a decent bouncer (if he wasn’t actually the bouncer) and literally pick people up and throw them on the streets. she just got that kind of vibe.  ❝ Hey, you, blond guy! I challenge you! Get your ass over here! ❞ she waved at him and pointed at her arm on the table for emphasis.

Bob’s attention is fixated on the MMA match on one of the screens, sipping a beer out of the bottle next to a basket of wing bones. While it was always fun to analyze each fighter’s styles and rhythms, he didn’t recognize who either of them were. They could be up-and-comers--it just seemed more likely this place was just off the map entirely. 

It made him a little homesick, a little fight hungry. New horizons meant new, fun skirmishes.  

There’s no escaping the fact he was kidnapped though. 

Every now and again he looked over his shoulder. How were these guys losing against her? Arm wrestling is simple. Thinking a little more...ah. She seems a little young, doesn’t she? Maybe it’s just that she reminds him of himself when he was younger. Not like he wasn’t any less of a reckless idiot. Back then he was riding on the highs of prodigal success; and now, it’s much more solid earned confidence from experience and continued hard work. 

Trying not the roll his eyes, he accepts the call. “Alright.” 

Curiosity always got the better of him. His heavy boots thump as he walks off the bar stool. At 6′5″, it doesn’t take him long to make it over, hands digging out his leather gloves. He’s a good sport despite his cocky smile, so he asks first--

“Is it alright if I wear my gloves?”  

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Continued from here; @anglerfishnabe​

“1900s? Is that the kind of era you came from?” 

Bob ruffles the water out of his hair, stretching his legs underneath the kotatsu’s blanket. He’s fine, for the most part, just wet; and watching Ogata curl himself most of the way under it was kind of funny. A laugh is barely audible, most of it hiding in his curled smirk. 

To the tea house server, it was like two stray cats settled themselves in. Two very different strays, seated across from each other a respectful distance. Bob doesn’t look at the menu for long before ordering. And his attention is back on Ogata, relaxed yet beaming with curious questions. 

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clickwhirr​:

   “I’m fine,” She insists, and – maybe it is better for her to give him something rather than risk him making any assumptions. “I just wanted to see it up-close. It must be important, for them to just – put a hole like this in the middle of the city… but you’re right. I should be careful. I’m sorry.”

  Slipping on the rainwater and into an accident has crossed her mind, but this is just – rain. She’s seen worse, scarier, windier, more dangerous.

   Angrier.

   “I’m going back to my room.” She almost says home. She doesn’t. “You probably should, too. It’s easy to catch a cold with this.”

“I get the curiosity. I figured it was an old missile silo.” He won’t say it outright that he stopped by the hole for the same reason she did. To investigate and explore. There wasn’t much to do around here for him yet. 

“It’s probably something else. Who knows, you might have a better idea than I do.” Bob stares in it’s direction until the younger girl speaks again. Catching a cold?

“That’s a good point.” 

What is he doing trying to have a conversation in this rain? Thunder rumbling in the distance. He’s still not sure she’s actually okay. She wants to go home. If it can be called that.

Walking there seems out of the question or just miserable. 

“I’ll see if I can get you a taxi. I wanted to stop by someplace to eat before I went back. You can come with me if you want, but either way, I’ll foot the cost. How’s that sound?” 

With a kind smile and a gesture, he walks further out towards the street. Hailing a taxi will be no problem for someone his height. 

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anglerfishnabe​:

“ Haha. “

No affirmation whether it was a joke or not ever comes. It does seem like Ogata thought it was funny as he’s again grinning from ear to ear.

“ Well, then I’d know even less. I haven’t seen too many… “

After all the first time he ever saw one was here. 

“ Stuntman? “

If he thought the speed part was a joke...well, he’ll find out sooner or later. 

Bob watches the other window for a bit and leans to see what station they were coming up to. It was still a bit till they stopped somewhere--wherever, he guesses. 

“It was a ‘here and there’ kind of gig. Actors aren’t usually trained for combat or doing their own acrobatics. So someone else more experienced would fill in for them, someone who looks as similar to them as possible. Eventually it felt too boring to me, so I stopped taking those kinds of jobs.” 

He checks his phone for the time and quietly slips it back into his pocket. 

“As cool as it is, I’d rather do something more active with my talent.” 

The train makes it’s jingle, and it comes to a slow stop. He gets out of his seat, but still partially blocks Ogata from leaving just yet. 

“You could almost write my memoir now. Sorry about chatting your ear off like that. My name’s Bob. It’s nice to meet you, uh...?” he waits for a name. 

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clickwhirr​:

sparklinghop said:

“What on earth were you doing out there?”

   She doesn’t have a good explanation. Max watches him, lip curled, and turns a glance in the direction of the hole. The plan had been simple; scope it out, see if there’s anything inside, and jump, consequences be damned. Curiousity, and an admittedly naive idea nursed by the many films she’s seen on time travel and testing the boundaries, that being way before she’d found her own.

   She’d left quickly. Standing by the edge of something you can fall into fosters certain implications – and Max doesn’t want to give anyone that idea when they look at her.

   “I… don’t know.” What is he doing so close to the centre? Max doesn’t mean to look unfriendly, or distrustful, but she is visibly tensing up in his presence. “Just thought it was a good idea. Apparently not…”

Bob sighs, hands in the pockets of his track jacket. Spotting someone out in the pouring rain without even an umbrella was one thing. (Don’t pay any mind that he’s one of them.) It was the fact she was some teenager staring down that endless hole that caused a bit of concern. Coupled with a rather hasty retreat from it. 

He can’t help but wonder what it was that changed her mind. 

“Relax. I’m not gonna give you a lecture or anything. In rain like this, you could’ve fallen down there by accident, you know?” 

And if she did, he would’ve jumped after her to try and save her, like an idiot. 

“I just wanna make sure you’re okay.” his voice is gentle, and genuine. He lets himself lean a little more on one foot than the other. 

[ohnoarno]

“It’s been raining for days.”

“Looks like the rainy season is finally here.”

“Shall I put on a pot of tea?”

“Turn up the heat/put another log on the fire, the rain brought a chill.”

“Close the window, you’ll ruin the flooring!”

“You’re sopping wet.”

“What on earth were you doing out there?”

“Fine, you can come in, but take off your shoes.”

“I don’t need you tracking mud everywhere.”

“The sound of rain is so nice.”

“You’re going out? In this?”

“You can’t go out there, it’s pouring down rain!”

“I like the rain and all, but being stuck inside is so boring.”

“The day would be a lot less boring if you learned how to sit still.”

“I cannot believe we’re stuck in this!”

“Maybe we should find somewhere to take cover until it stops.”

“Does it ever stop raining here?”

“Oh no! The rain ruined our picnic.”

“Want to go for a walk in the rain?”

“Can I have a blanket?”

“Sorry to intrude. This rain came out of nowhere.”

“Look at the sky! The lightning is insane.”

“It’s getting pretty intense out there.”

“A rainy day, warm blankets, a cup of tea, and a book to tie it all together.”

“Let’s go for a walk in the rain.”

“Here, this should warm you up.”

“Come in here before you catch a cold.”

“Ugh, that’s just a silly old wives’ tale.”

“I pity the poor souls caught out in this.”

“Aren’t there any books to read?”

“Rains smells so different in the city.”

“The rain smells better in the countryside.”

“Nothing like the sound of rain to go with a good book.”

“Careful, the tea is still hot.”

-draws on the fogged up windows-

-Flips loudly through book-

-sighs- “It’s so cozy in here.”

[sparklinghop]

‘ tell me one truth and one lie. ’

INTERVIEW THE MUSE // ACCEPTING 

“I’ll answer it if you answer it. Just kidding.” 

“Red’s not my color, and I’m a natural blonde.” 

[vhsmeme]

* interview the muse

‘ do you miss anyone? ’

‘ how are you doing? ’

‘ do you believe in ghosts? ’

‘ what makes you laugh? ’ 

‘ list your top three bands or singers. ’ 

‘ how many blankets do you sleep with? ’

‘ does your name hold any special meaning to you? ’

‘ gum, cake, pie or ice cream? ’

‘ favorite book? ’

‘ are you a good person? ’

‘ describe love. ’

‘ have you ever taken part in an uprising? ‘

‘ favorite song? ’

‘ name a guilty pleasure. ’

‘ the most embarrassing thing that’s happened to you today? ’

‘ tell me one truth and one lie. ’

‘ do you like people? ’

‘ what motivates you? ’

‘ describe the perfect weekend. ’

‘ any pet peeves? ’

‘ do you need a hug? ’

‘ would you like to have kids? ’

‘ do you have any tattoos? ’

‘ classical, oldies, punk, hip hop or country? ’

‘ when was the last time you cried? ’

‘ are you religious? ’

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anglerfishnabe​:

“ Well, unless you want to be a practice target… “ he mumbles as he leans cheek to his hand. He listens as the other goes on and then turns eye back towards him.

“ Playing hero for a job? Sure sounds unreliable. “

Couldn’t be him.

“ Period actor…?

His brow rises. The sort of plays and what-have-you about older days? From the standpoint of this world that was practically his life back there already… All the way from his birth really. 

“ That sure is a thought…. “ he laughs.

“ And just what period would you cast me into?

Bob’s eyes widen a little as he stares back, trying to cover his nervousness with confidence. “Target practice? I’m fast, but I’ll pass on that one.”  

“Aheh...well, that’s where the tournament money usually covers me a little.” And a few other odd jobs and sponsorships. Can’t win them all...it wouldn’t be fun if he did, he figures. Here he’ll especially have to be careful about his money. He probably doesn’t have his savings. 

What period...he scratches his chin. 

“I’m not sure. History isn’t one of my specialties. A couple years ago I used to do stuntman work, so I ran into all sorts of different actors during that time. Most of my know-how has to do with martial arts and the like.”