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@stupidfroghat
"Iâm guessing none of you know of any way to replace missing limbs, huh?"
"I can illusion one for you, stubby Boss." Stumpy Boss? One-armed Boss? He would have to think further on that.
He neglects to mention (probably purposefully) that the illusion will only last ten minutes under the city's strange restrictions.
Bel was no samaritan. The courtesy of letting one know that the boss is in town is not so much a courtesy than an unspoken rule. Anyone in the Varia knows that setting off Xanxus was as good as a death wish, like lighting the fuse of an oil slick bomb. Itâd hit the surrounding people regardless of who they are- Varia included.Â
So with his newly acquired phone, he sent Fran his (probably) first message.
Boss is here
If that didnât explain it, then the frog deserved to piss Xanxus off and suffer the consequences.
(Just not while Belphegor is around.)
All things considered, Bel was turning out to be more of a nuisance to Fran than anything else. After all, it had been Belphegor's idea to leave the city, subsequently resulting in a memory loss which would have actually been an improvement upon current conditions (he'd had the solace of not having to remember all manner of unpleasant experiences which he'd never wanted to be a part of), were it not for the fact that Belphegor had also insured the return of said memories. An event which had involved many complaints on Fran's part and much dragging on Belphegor's part.
To say Fran was less than pleased to be receiving a text message from the worst senpai that anyone could ask for (and Fran never asked, a fact which he remembered with full clarity now) was an understatement.
Checking the contents of the message revealed that his instincts had been quite correct.
He looked at his phone, looked at what served as the sky in this place, and wondered what his chances were if he just illusioned some balloons to float him away.
Probably not very good considering his illusions only seemed to last for a grand total of ten minutes in this place. So with a world weary sigh he managed to skate his fingers over the phone with just enough effort to text back.
TO: TERRIBLE SENPAI FROM: FRAN where is he staying
Fran needed to know which parts of the city to avoid. Forever if possible.
(If only avoiding his shittiest senpai were that simple as well.)
For the winner of this poll ^U^
Fran from KHR! *remembers my fan-years/// Colonello was one love XD*
OHHH when I was watching this anime? *looks at the date of first picture in my computer* Oh, itâs 2009// O.o So many years ago~~///
sO YOU ALL NEED TO KNOW WEâRE GETTING A XANXUS (i knew iâd use this icon for something). BOSS IS INCOMING AND IF HE GETS STUCK IN A BOX THE PRINCE IS KIND ENOUGH TO WARN YOU TO STAY THE FUCK AWAY he wil treat you as less than the cardboard box with more wrath than he has at the cardboard box itself.
If youâre his roommate Bel will advocate to take XX off your hands and give him his box. But then u get bel and hes not much better-
nah yea he is.
ANYWAYS YOU SHOULD ALL BE EXCITED FOR XANXUS HEâS HOTÂ
REALLY HOT
(also u didnât hear it from me but no matter what his actual url is, his True url will forevery and always be featheryanus.
thank you have a good day this has literally been a PSA from Prince Belphegor
tl;drÂ
For Varia (Fran): This is probably bad news
Anyone else: this is p bad news
seeking ;; [open]
As a pastime of sorts these days, Yotsugi explores the city, mostly staying in close proximity of her quarters in District Epsilon. At this point, sheâs traversed the streets in Sector 005 several times, making note of key locations and the various quirks of the sector.
It comes as a surprise to her, then, when she passes by a pole that has affixed to it something she didnât previously notice. Under most circumstances she ignores these things, as they arenât usually relevant to her work. But, seeing as sheâs pretty much out of work, she approaches the pole and glances at the sign â it could be an advertisement for gainful employment, after all. Something is better than nothing, is it not?
She reads the notice once, then twice. The third time would not have been necessary if she can believe just what this sign is actually proposing â mentions of fairies aside.
Ridiculous. How bothersome.
And yet, she has the misfortune of knowing people who would probably enjoy this.
Perhaps she should have a word with this Fran person, at least to inquire as to why heâd dare to post such a thing. After pulling the sign from the post, folding it into a paper crane shortly after, she calls the name as directed and waits.
The fairies in this place are rather more interested in playing games with lives and kidnapping people from various dimensions and worlds than they are with summoning Fran from various parts of the city. Despite the promises Fran made upon his flyer, he had no actual hopes or expectations of the fae in this place.
In fact, he'd entirely forgotten about the flyers promptly after distributing them.
So it comes as quite a surprise when he's minding his own business, tongue sweeping up stray rivulets of melting popsicle, and he hears his name over the sound of a nearby intercom. He stops, mid-lick, and pauses, quite bewildered.
"Wha -?" And then it hits him.
Oh.
Right. Yes. That bothersome thing.
It takes him some time to locate the girl, though the ever illusive and mysterious fairies do help guide him along the way with helpful hints of "Right at that cross section" and "Go through the deli, it's quicker." (Though the shopkeepers do not seem terribly pleased with the impromptu shortcuts.)
Until, finally, he stands before a familiar face.
"Oh." He says, and looks rather deflated. "It's you."
No wonder the fairies had been so helpful. They'd just been leading him back to one of their own.
seeking ;; [open]
The flyers are weird â which is certainly saying something, considering her previous occupation. Supernatural, paranormal, weird: all parts of the job description, but this is on a strangely different level.
Sheâs not familiar with dating advertisements (or dating in general), but Mirandaâs fairly sure âcorpses, knives, and bloodâ arenât generally the first things on the list.
Also, fruit?
The woman glances around before curiously mumbling, âFran, Fran, Fran.â And then one more time, for good measure. âFran?â (The ad canât possibly be real ⊠right?)
Contrary to how the advertisement may have made it seem, Fran does not actually possess the ability to be summoned by name alone. He does, however, appear to possess the gift of luck and timing - for today, at least - and happens to be nearby when he hears a strange voice calling his name.
Naturally, his first instinct is to turn and walk away (because when has walking into the thick of things ever ended in his best interests), but then he vaguely recalls something about a poster and some false promises of fairy magic.
(The people here were so woefully misinformed about the fairies that it seemed they would believe almost anything.)
So with great reluctance and much dragging of feet Fran finds a rather nervous looking woman of waifish build and an unkempt mop of messy brown hair.
He supposes he did promise fairy magic, though, so he manages to muster up a simple illusion of invisibility that keeps him hidden until he's sure he's found the right caller. Then he pops back onto the visible spectrum in what might possibly be the world's most anticlimactic reveal, deadpan expression and all.
With absolutely no concern for the fright he might or might not have given her.
"You rang?"
{ If that was true, that probably meant that she had already consumed some of it. As there was no reason to think otherwise, it was best to assume that the situation was exactly that. Not the most pleasant thought to have, but one that was important since she had no idea what kind of impact the food might have had. She did not feel different, but maybe she was not supposed to. }
"It looks like normal food? Then how can I tell the difference between regular food and fairy food?"
 { A mixed look of worry and curiosity remained on the face of the blue eyed youth as she waited for the otherâs answer. After all, this was important information that she needed to know. }
Huh. This girl really doesn't seem to know much about fairies at all. It must be nice to live a life ignorant of all of the fairy evils of the world. He wonders, briefly, if informing her would be considered cruel.
But then, Fran supposes that if ignorance truly was bliss then senpai - who is by far and large the most ignorant person that Fran knows - ought to be a lot happier than he is.
So he rotates a shoulder in a shrug and answers, his tone quite matter-of-fact, "Obviously the difference is that fairies are offering it to you." Really, he should think that quite evident.
"Once you learn how to identify fairies it's really easy." Even if it is probably far too late for this particular (no doubt fairy-addled) girl.
paper bag
"Heh, hate tâ break this to ya, man, but I ainât a parrot, and that ainât a beak." Although it was yet another thing to add to his growing list of Things Heâd Been Called Since Entering Hive City. Man, that list was getting long. Heâd have to start writing these things down.
Normally, this was where heâd start introducing himselfâbecause the more people in the city knew his name, the better, at least in his opinionâbut this guy was kinda cramping his style. Sure, Noisemaster could handle a bit of name-calling, but the vibes this guy was giving off werenât so hot. So no, he didnât get to hear Noisemasterâs awesome spiel. Instead, he got to hear Noisemasterâs awesome comebacks.
"Nâ you got a hella ugly hat.â
Awesome. Comebacks.
Fran tilted his head and stared down the strange bird through half-lidded eyes, his expression entirely unconvinced. "That's just what a parrot would say." Parrots were not, in Fran's experience, terribly self aware.
They generally spoke more formally than this one, though.
Fran sighed. Of course he would get the most colloquial bird in the place for his guide. And of course it would go right for the attack on his hat. Everyone always did.
He sighed again and touched his headgear gingerly, as though self-conscious.
"Eh?" The edges of his mouth curved into a frown. "What a rude bird." Suddenly, he was grateful that he had not developed a habit of carrying saltines on his person. No crackers for you, Polly.
But then, a thought occurred to him. "Do parrots eat frogs?" Hmm. "I hope my hat doesn't make you hungry." That would be so bothersome. Even more bothersome than a bird with an ugly beak. "I don't think it would taste very good. It's not a real frog, you know."
fake palindromes [closed]
The first thing Bel knows is that heâs been duped. Heâs supposed to be out of this damn city, and if anything, the fact he was lied to and played pisses him off the most. Besides, home is-
And then he stops. Home⊠he was about to think it wasnât all that great, but now that he thinks (really thinks)⊠what is home? He frowns, and gets slightly frustrated that he canât seem to conjure anything else besides this stupid city. Grunting soon after, however, he pushes it all to the side. Heâs a prince, all that matters is that those fucking scientists pulled one over on him and he needs to vent. A particularly stupid looking face pops up, with some kind of obnoxious hat.Â
He ignores the fact that he doesnât really know who this guy is.Â
And he also ignores that he canât remember why he calls himself a prince.
He does, apparently, know where to find the weird frog guy. He takes the train, and gets off like clockwork. The route to a pathetic cardboard box is one heâs traveled often (but why? The sight that greets him is hardly worth a princeâs attention).
He eyes the discarded hat, and it almost irks him not to see it on the frogâs head. But he canât think of why (thatâs happening far too much for his comfort), so instead he settles on ignoring the peasantâs question and offering one of his own.
"Why did you always wear such a stupid hat? You shouldnât have been allowed in the presence of a prince with that on your head."Â
The more he calls himself that, the more Belphegor feels like stabbing something because itâs one of the biggest whyâs heâs facing.
Though his memory of the other man is foggy at best, his complaints seem familiar, somehow, and entirely wrong at the same time. A hint of a small frown appears on Fran's typically deadpan features, and beneath teal bangs his brow is ever so slightly furrowed.
He exhales, sharp, in what might have been a sigh and then bends to pick up the discarded hat because it's the only thing that actually feels right.
He turns it over in his hands, marveling at the ridiculous design of it, ignoring the way senpai-san (whatever his real name may be) seems to be growing a little twitchy.
The thought of knives comes, unbidden, to the forefront of Fran's mind and he cannot help but grimace.
He drops his hands, hat dangling from his fingertips at his side, and turns his full attention on the blonde for the first time. "Ah -" he says, "you seem to know all about stupid hats." He tilts his head and lifts a finger to indicate the askew tiara.
"Maybe you gave it to me so you would not feel so alone in your stupid hat endeavors." It seems as good an explanation as any. "You know that just because you wear a crown doesn't make you a prince, right?" It feels like an argument they might have had before, for all that it sits comfortably on his tongue, but he's sure he'd remember having it.
He doesn't.
"Why have you come to bother me, anyway?" Fran sighs, and it is a weary sound. "I don't even know your name." It feels strange not to tack 'senpai' onto the words automatically, but it's even stranger still to call the man that when Fran cannot remember him at all.
Surely there is something strange afoot.
He suspects it might be the other man's hair.
Might as well do one of these as Fran loses the most out of all my kids:
Chose to go home (rather, Bel chose and you hecked up Bel you hecked up real good) so he won't remember home
This is actually the second time he's forgotten major events
Basically will be like the time he forgot the future arc only this time without needing to be de-aged
Remembers his grandmother and living alone
Doesn't remember the Varia, Mukuro, or any events of the TYL arc
Doesn't remember Belphegor, only that they seem to hang out a lot here
Also doesn't remember his name as he mostly just calls him 'senpai'
Has no idea why he does that, either
Or why he wears that stupid hat
fake palindromes [closed]
The first thing Fran does upon waking up is observe that the hole in his ceiling has grown increasingly worse and the air more frigid for it.
The second thing he does is remove his unreasonably heavy headgear.
Ugh. Why on earth did he even wear that thing?
(Somewhere, in the back of his mind, it seems important - somehow significant - but he cannot fathom why.)
He shakes himself once, twice, to rid himself of the strange feeling that has crawled inside his chest and buried itself against his spine. Then he crawls backwards on hands and knees out of the cardboard box he has come to call home.
(Thinks, maybe, he remembers a time when he had another home but reaching for the memory is like treading water against a length of pool that grows impossibly longer the further he goes.)
When he stands and whirls about, hand flying automatically to steady a hat that is no longer there, he finds a familiar face. "Oh. Uh." Senpai, wasn't it?
Huh, he wonders why he calls this skinny weed (a dandelion, to be specific) of a man senpai. Another one of those thoughts that is foggy where it should be clear.
"What are you doing here -" it occurs to him, suddenly, that he isn't sure he knows the other man's actual name, only that he is 'senpai', "dandelion man?"
Doesn't he have someone else to bother? Fran has more important things to do like....
Well. Actually, he cannot remember, truth be told. Most of his memories of this place actually seem to be centered around the man before him. He wonders at his own judgement.
"Oi, frog. We're leaving. You're not allowed to disobey a prince's order, okay? Ushishishishishi~"
Fran is entirely unsurprised to find that, once more, life impacting choices are taken out of his hands.
This time, at least, he is somewhat in agreement on the direction he'd being led at (literal) knife point. Fascinating as they are, he has no interest in staying with the fairies. He hasn't eaten food that he didn't conjure himself for....well, he's lost track of the days, truth be told, in the way that people were wont to lose time in the realm of the fairies - all for fear that consuming their feasts would lock him here, permanently.
"If you say so, senpai."
He does wonder, though, if this isn't just some kind of trick.
Oh well. If it is, at least he'll have the pleasure of seeing senpai's resulting tantrum.
Wait - oh no.
That probably just means more knives for him.
How bothersome.
  âFood of the fairies? What does it look like?â
{ The auburn had never heard of such a thing before. While fairies did exist according to her best friends, she had never seen one up close before. Maybe one was around if there was food they owned that was not supposed to be eaten. }
Fran is surprised to find that, for once, the girl addressing him looks....almost normal. He's sure she's not, if only because she's very clearly fairy-addled, but it's almost refreshing.
Almost.
"Huh? What do you mean? It looks just like normal food, of course. How else would they manage to ensnare you?"
Poor, poor enchanted girl.
"Doesn't anyone know that once you've eaten the food of the fairies, you can never leave?"
People here sure were dumb.
One of the most intriguing discoveries she made of anyone she encountered here, and already it was less amusing to her than she originally thought. Still, she stood in slight disbelief, more in trying to understand the concept behind his hat. That thing really intrigued her now more than ever.
She pointed first at his hat, then at hers, then back to his again, all while her eyes were fixed on him. Emotionless, deadpan, vacant â her expression was laden of those qualities.
"I suppose it was too good to be true, brother," she said, completely disregarding his correction. "Or was it⊠Bore, you said? Well, whatever. Though, I must wonder why you would pretend to be a frog when youâre so adamant youâre not. Is this of your own free will? Did you lose a bet? You should really be more careful."
Fran stared at her hat, entirely nonplussed. The fact that a water fairy should want to wear a fish upon her head did not strike him as particularly odd. He was beginning to wonder, however, why she'd continued to talk with him.
Maybe she was hoping to receive the rights to his firstborn.
Well, if that were the case she'd have to try harder. Fran already knew better than to accept food from fairies lest they try and enchant you.
But he supposed it was safest to continue playing along so he tilted his head as he considered her question.
You know, he thought she might actually have something. "It's not really of my free will. My...." How was he to describe the Varia? Certainly not as friends, and comrades contained far more allegiance than any of them were willing to shoulder. "Well, I was forced to wear it and now when I try to take it off senpai threatens to stick his stupid knives in me." Though it was a constant threat, truth be told, and his headgear had very little to do with it.
"I don't even like frogs," he confessed, "I prefer fruit." You could say his fashion choices lent more to.....
"ahaha, excuse me, hello there, iâm new in town!! mind pointing me where i can find the best bars with the prettiest single ladies?"
Fran's first thought is to wonder why a dandelion is attempting to speak to him, and his second thought is, "There are no pretty ladies here. Just some fairies and all manner of imps. You probably shouldn't talk to them, just to be safe." They might steal your soul. Or, more importantly, your milk.
