#bloodstrength

[tacetnix]

---- [ Oh shit, two of my favorite clothes-wearing japanese ladies of all time are back!!! ]

[manlyspirit]

@bloodstrength​:

KAMINA MY LOVE

“ OOOOOOII , RYUKO - CHAAAAAN ! ! ”

WITHOUT A SECOND THOUGHT , THE MAN QUICKLY MAKES HIS WAY TOWARD HER , WITH THE MOST BULLET - LIKE SPEED KNOWN TO MANKIND. HIS FEET QUAKED THE GROUND AS HE MADE HIS WAY , LOUD AND EXCITED FOOTSTEPS ECHOED FROM AFAR , COMING CLOSER AND CLOSER UNTIL HE COLLIDED WITH RYUKO. MUSCLED ARMS SWING BEHIND HER BACKSIDE , SEATING HER AS HE LIFTS HER UP.  “ YOUR WHAT NOW ? SAY IT LOUDER , BELLOW IT PROUDLY IF YOU MEAN IT SO MUCH ! ! ”

[tacetnix]

#[ I'M CHUCKING A DUMPLING YOUR WAY CATCH IT WITH YOUR MOUTH ] @bloodstrength​ *CATCHES IT*

---- [ YOU LEAPT UP LIKE A SHARK OUT OF WATER IS YOUR BACK OKAY!? ]

[tacetnix]

---- Gonna show Ryuko My Brother, My Brother and Me. Gonna change her whole-ass career.

[tacetnix]

---- [ RYUKO’S BACK!!! ]

[pxrifiedmxniac]

@bloodstrength​

“Either that is you or someone posing as you. Either way, you’re technically being called a loser.”

[deadgodwalking]

On the shores of Greece... (Closed, with @bloodstrength​)

    Soft, green grass was pressed underneath the Prince’s body, his eyes gently watching the clouds, passing him by.  One red, a symbol of his infernal heritage, and one green, verdant and reminiscent of this world above on the surface. Prince Zagreus sat beneath darkened skies, simply... waiting. Something was going to happen, and it didn’t quite feel like he was bound to die. At least, not yet.

     There. A presence, out of the corner of his eyes. A person? But one that felt... distant. Impossibly so; perhaps even further than the distance from the Pool of Styx to this very place. Somewhere far, on a land perhaps just like this own, was someone. Maybe, wherever they were, whatever consisted of ‘his’ symbol would have appeared to them in an illusion of light; a (hopefully) warm, comforting glow ushering them forth.

Perhaps instead there was a dream that this person would witness him in. Where they mortal? Or something else? All that the Prince of the Underworld knew was that there was some link, a thread within this person. That which keenly called out to him -- itched -- until it would be satiated. 

How would someone satiate such a thing, you might ask. He didn’t know. But the Prince hoped that it went something a little like-

     “Erm- hello? Can you hear me, by any chance?”

[rebelmalewife]

@bloodstrength​ | SHADOW IS THAT YOU?!

“INCOMING!!” He shouted, a Jet Drill Pod hitting the asphalt of Tokyo’s streets as The Blue Blur tumbles across the street, clothes scuffed up and face a bit bruised from the scuffle. Metal screeches against metal as civilians clear the area with screams of terror as the pilot kicks the door open. It’s an Eggrobo. Of course he can never get Robuttnik piloting these things himself when they end up crashing into the city. He rushes at the Robot, leaping into the air and spinning so that his foot cracks it’s damaged dome open and it explodes into a shower of sparks and smoke. 

That of course sends him flying onto his butt, but he picks himself back up and moves to inspect the damage. His hands rest on his hips, foot tapping up and down as he taps his chin and sits back up. “Ahh, well, that won’t be drilling into anymore Mountains anytime soon.” He slams his fist into his palm before his ears twitch at the sounds of sirens farther into the distance.

“Uh-Oh! The Fuzz! Gotta Jet!” The Police can’t catch him, but he doesn’t like to make anymore scenes more needlessly complicated then they already are. As he leaps over the crashed Jet Drill Pod and prepares to dash, a scent catches his nose. Oh man! That’s- Does he really have the time though!?

He dashes over to the food vendor and slams some yen onto the vendors desk.  “Takoyaki to go, please! Hurry!”