#misplaced-melodie

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Old Wounds (misplaced-melodie)

misplaced-melodie Vaan was looking into some info regarding Lan's large family and their naughty doings when Kinshu spoke again. Poor thing, she was a servant but an unsocialized one. Which was... odd. Servant-types were at least taught how to carry a conversation, even if it were something as meaningless as the completion of their tasks. Someone must have beaten it out of her... Mmm, he thought of another servant-type he was deeply fond of named "Chiya". She was so old, been a servant for so long, she knew more dirt about her masters than the soil at the bottom of their shoes. Then again, she was socialized and never worked alone for long. Even if she was solitary, she talked with other people on the sly. A remarkable feat for a 6 foot woman. He wondered briefly if he should introduce Kinshu to her... Ask for a favor for a favor... "It's alright, dear," He said as he poured himself another cup, "I'm used to running my mouth so I can tell you a bit about myself." He pondered what he could let slip that wouldn't be damaging... "I'm old, very old. To give you an idea, I was a toddler when my parents watched the big bang of this Milky Way come into being. I'm fond of my childhood but I won't speak too much on it." It'd give her something worse than nightmares. "As of right now, in the human realm of Earth, I'm a business man. I own many a bar and pub and I flit to each one frequently. I love to talk, to know, and I find that liquor lubrication to the frontal lobe helps you learn sooo much about a person. You become a priest by how they confess to you, a psychologist by how you talk with them." A creep smile ghosted across his face but it settled back into his normal, calm smile. "A saint when you offer help... a devil when they sober up and realize what they've done..." This tea was delicious. Vaan started to gush when he thought of the next subject. "I have kittens I look after, I'm very proud of them and deeply fond of each one. I love those little chickadees." He sounded like a proud father talking about his toddlers. He held his face add he flushed happily. "One kitten has her own place of information brokering, I've known her longest. One is a beautiful man with a perfect eye for jewels, I'll ask if he can part with a jewel for you. Another has ancient blood that roars in battle, while another IS ancient with the deepest voice of dark velvet one could rest their heads easy on her prose. One puppy has a camera that can trap evil souls, another is changing color quite against his will but still he smiles and knows silent speech, while one little chick can create symphonies that can soothe the most savage of beasts." He sipped again as he added playfully, "Maybe I could introduce them to you, they're all very kind, so long as you don't cause trouble. You may connect more with Yellow, I can only speculate."

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Old Wounds (misplaced-melodie)

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He began to do something that was very similar to purring, a deep rumble that vibrated his whole body with every “breath” he took. This was one of many sounds he’d make when he was pondering something, thinking. Kinshu gave him really mixed feeling with what she said.

Falling I’m love, wonderful, beautiful, a young girl’s want. What she said afterwards though, ehhhh…

“That is the most simplest wish I’ve heard many times,” He said slowly, still purring because he was still thinking, “As with all simple things, there is a lot of history behind it, a lot of others had the very same wish…” He paused, adding another cooling layer. “No one ever gets what they’re expecting. Ever. It’s the cruel punchline of the universe, particularly in this Milky Way.”

His purring deepened, slowed, his jaw working as he almost literally ate his words. He had so many theories about love… most of them cynical. “I won’t be a pessimist right now, it’s too easy to be one.”

His purring lightened as he smiled behind her. “What I enjoy about love is that it’s truly sudden. Time does not exist for such a concept, such a live idea, when it’s in its natural form, it’s perfect form. There are no rules about it when it’s fresh, for everything is perfect for those in love. Things taste sweeter, sounds are glorious, life is accented in lace and silk… And it does what it wants! Maybe for one it happens as soon as the parties look at each other. For another, it creeps upon them slowly, cocooning them as a spider would, intricately, delicately… before they know it, they are bound together, and their love takes wings.

“Other times it is soft, sweet, and slow… Or overwhelming, passionate, dangerous and thrilling. Beautiful and sick, but not tainted. Sometimes it blooms from the muck of lust, or it moves easily between the two.” He snickered. “Many, mostly human males from what I’ve witnessed, confuse loving to fuck you with fucking to love you. Sex IS love to some, poor bastards… unless that’s what their species is.” Another topic for another day. “And! It’s so highly random! Maybe love starts when someone offers you food and a good conversation. When you take someone’s hand… Behind the lens of a camera, by a whiff of something sweet like coffee. And there are many, many variations and types of love. I’m heavily inclined to platonic myself.”

He laughed as he applied another layer. “My kittens would say my love is abusive, and they’re not entirely wrong. My love is deep, impossible, heavy… I’m possessive, I’m vicious, I’m lethal with my love.” Somberness suddenly overtook him. “I can love someone like a black hole loves to eat, like a storm loves to fight, like the darkness forever dancing with light…” Vaan smirked to himself. “And its all strictly platonic.” He carefully plucked Kinshu’s robe off the floor, placing it on her shoulders. “A word of advice, Kinshu-chan. Fall in LIKE first. Love is more keen to purity from that soil above everything.” With a wave of his hand over the pot, a tight cover appeared, to keep it fresh. “You should be feeling complete relief now, miss.”

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closed RP with misplaced-melodie || Old Wounds

((Stupid… cellular… character limit! Tagging ya misplaced-melodie))

Vaan had a trained ear, a trained ear that knew of words unspoken in a conversation. It was sometimes like missing notes, sour notes, that interrupted a flow of language. Sometimes that silence was necessary, and it breathed and moaned, tinted with whatever was left to suspend in the air on a tight rope. Or a razors edge. On a spider’s thread… Kinshu wasn’t very good at hiding the unspoken between them.

He could forgive her. What he had done to her was unspeakable, unforgivable to many (mainly the ones with short lifespans that didn’t have time to see just how far the bigger picture stretched). He didn’t expect her to forgive him, oh no. He was trained out of wanting forgiveness as a preteen. Starving for forgiveness got you killed…

At her mention of not rereading books, if he had eyes to be seen, they would’ve rolled. “I know that, Kinshu. I mean if other books, things you’d want to read for fun! To have that luxury of being blessed to go into the worlds created by books… Ah, one duckling of mine understands, she owns a bookstore.”

At the mention of koto he perked up considerably. “You play an instrument..? Oh, that would be a privilege to hear.” He snickered. “Maybe one day you’ll play for me, not because I demand it but because you want to. The heart is played best through an instrument.” A thoughtful look settled on his face as he said softly, “I wonder what the crying of your soul sounds like… Must be terrible to hear, for the ones that love you.”

He had to admit, she was full of surprises.

Or maybe her back was causing her such pain, her logical side was on novacaine.

Vaan tilted his head, clearly surprised that Kinshu was allowing herself be to vulnerable. He couldn’t be suspicious of her, she was much too soft to be wary of. Anyone else, it was surely a trap. But her… His smile was light, again he was charmed by her strength. “This may be a little shocking since it IS very cold, but it’ll heat up quickly on your skin,” He said gently as he dipped four of his fingers into the recipe.

The asshole in him wanted to paint EVERY scar once, literally flick his fingers along every solitary cut and not soothe the skin beneath. Buuut his gentleman prevailed and he took special care to caress her back in a smooth, single stroke. Vaan’s hand was steady and thorough upon her skin, the unnatural heat of his palm causing the mixture to melt a little faster into her skin.

“This will take several layers to be effective… In the meantime, tell me more about yourself, since you declined to want to know me.” Very casual, simple. He understood when others didn’t want to know him all that personally. Most was scared (good).

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 Good night darlins birbmum needs to get some sleep *smoochies*

Also misplaced-melodie, emochocobo123, asknerdbabyarthur, transient-day, mystery-skulls-crew (did I forget anyone? please let me know!) I have read your rp replies and I will try to answer them within the next few days sorry I have been so slow ;^^

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Since Aahal has such ridiculously long hair and since thepurpah‘s Kinshu has ridiculously long hair, I figured they would make marvelous hair braiding buddies.

Assuming Aahal’s jackal side doesn’t decide the bun demon would make a good snack.

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Echoes (an rp with misplaced-melodie)

(( misplaced-melodie I made it too big again xp I really misjudge the amount I type on mobile 'cause there's a limit I'm finding out.)) Lan, being used to this place, dropped his bag near and out the way of the door as he approached the bar top and carefully placed his instrument case on the counter. He sat next to Dorothy, sighing heavily as he stretched across the cherry wood and settled into a more relaxed posture by leaning (more like 90% laying) mostly against the bar top. His leaning caused his sweater to ride up, which he didn't care about. "Busy day, dork?" Tano said to Lan with a knowing smile. "I'm just sleepy, Tano." Smoothly, he reached behind his head and pulled the band that held most of his hair in place off. His light brown hair spilled more like a waterfall, on reflex he moved most behind his ear. He gave Dorothy a smile through half-lid eyes. "I met the beautiful miss Dorothy here and figured you could spoil her." Tano giggled, eyes twinkling as she focused on Dorothy. "Well, he's right about that. No need to be self-conscious, dear." She propped elbow on the table, resting her chin in her palm. "You are simply gorgeous, Miss Dorothy, I must say. Though you look so small." Coming from the wide hipped one that cringed at the word "diet". "What do you have a taste for?" She said this as an aroma outside of coffee started to surround them. The smell of beef and vegetables, of warm cornbread, a hint of frying catfish. Lan slumped his head into the crook of his arm at this point, feeling his own stomach start to nudge his appetite. "Anything the lady wants, put it on my tab." Tano's eyes moved first to side-eye the tall, pierced man then she turned enough to stare at him with amusement. "You have a tab big enough to expand my shop~" Lan's smile was wide and teasing as he chuckled. "And redesign your kitchen, babe." He sat up out of respect for Dorothy, his look that of encouragement and his words soothing. "Really, anything you want, Dorothy. Don't be shy, eat until you're completely full."

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[closed with misplaced-melodie]

Vaan looked over his shoulder at the kneeling girl, pity closing his throat for a moment. Maybe he could make her understand that this was all necessary and that he wasn't some sadistic psychopath that preyed on folks just to watch them squirm and hear them scream only to heal them, let them go... hunt them down again, rinse, wash, repeat. That was when he was a preteen, he's long outgrew that emo phase. He sat in front of her, crossing his legs as he twirled the object between his fingers. "Sit up, look at me Kinshu." It was rude to stare at the ground after all, nothing interesting beneath them (that she'd want to know about, she's had enough trauma for the day). "This little gem contains something quite vile." He held it so she could see it. Again, something about its color felt wrong, even its shape was noxious though it was small enough to fit into a human child's palm. "You see, first you have to implant it into a host body, preferably young so it can grow with the host. It absorbs negativity, Kinshu. Every pain you've felt, it feels. Every abuse, it knows about. Every time you've ever felt like giving up or snuffing out someone's life or... keeping a deep, dark secret, it feeds, it grows. You could say this is a cocoon now." Back to juggling it between his fingers as he leaned on one of his knees. "It can also be trained, ya know. One could torture the host and train the virus at the same time, though that takes an artistic touch. For when it hatches, one could control it and have an unstoppable weapon at their beck and call... "Unfortunately for you, Kinshu, it was growing by itself, untrained, inside your stomach. It was going to hatch on your 500th birthday and make quick work of you. It would've hitched a ride into your bloodstream straight to your brain and completely took over." He smiled jokingly. "You would've been a near invisible goddess of pain." He paused, humming thoughtfully. "Well... Your body would at least. You see, it's very much like a nexus worm. It gets into your brain and makes quick work of destroying what makes you, you. Your ego, your subconscious mind, all destroyed and replaced by its consciousness, its ego, its goals. It assimilates into every single crack and crevasse of your brain, making it impossible to remove without killing the host. Kinshu, you were almost attached to unbreakable strings." There WAS a way to remove something like that to be honest. But that took having to put the body into a coma, removal of the brain while growing a replacement, memory transfer, ego implantation, brain stem reconstruction, spinal purges, ugh. Too much, much too much. His grin started to fade."I only recently found out what I condemned you to. A few days ago, a dear friend mentioned the missing gem and that the owner of such was still searching for it. When she explained its purpose, what it was capable of, I felt sick because I knew..." His voice dropped into a pitch that sounded a lot like sadness, regret. "I knew where it was hidden, what little girl child I had asked to hide it for me was, I knew your name..." His tone became more montone. "I kept tabs on you." His smile boomeranged back on his face. "But upside, now the threat is gone! I had to force it to grow large enough that it COULD be removed without having to kill you when it was too late. The rush of your pain caused it to have an unexpected growth spurt." He tossed it in the air, a shadow swallowing its light. "And for that, I thank you Kinshu. With something like that, one could've unleashed a plaque upon the realms. The host gains the ability to bring out, amplify, and control the agony of others. Could you imagine that being released in Hell? On the demons down there of high standing? Oh! It would've been terrible! Bringing the most beautiful fallen to his knees... controlling his twin, easy conquering of Hell. "Oh, and Heaven? My goodness, not even God could stop the host. For God too has skeletons, millennia old skeletons, ghosts still screaming since the first burst of stardust..." His smile was softer, friendlier. "One last thing..."

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[Closed RP with misplaced-melodie]

(I think I hit a character limit, whoops. misplaced-melodie) He tilted his head at her questions, at her fear. Well... he owed her an explanation, since she asked. He released her ear, leaning against the shadow cocoon that kept her chin level to him. "Well Kinshu, you were extremely small back then. I'd say arooound 150-ish. You'd remember me as something totally different... Do you remember a tall, darker than black figure that asked you to swallow a, heh, "sweet"? You'd remember my hands, I think. Long, extra jointed, bony but not skeletal! I've gained some weight then." He looked at her more, watching her shuddering worsen. "My, you're getting worse." He propped himself back to his normal balance and turned sharply behind him. "Well! To my basement we go." As he walked, the cocoon followed easily, moving and lurching as it were a clumsy creature, but otherwise pretty smooth. "Anyway, I had took it annnd it needed to be hidden. You were conveniently right there as I was hiding myself. Did not know you were servant-type, it explains why it grew so quickly." He tilted his head back with a grin as he walked, his bangs strangely still covering his eyes. "You've had some terrible masters, haven't you? Tsk, tsk, it happens that way sometimes." When they reached a door, he opened the heavy, metallic thing with a few grunty tugs. He seemed to skip as he went down the stairs, the shadows carrying Kinshu down with him. He hummed a random ditty as he went about the pitch black place, fumbling around. When he spoke, it seemed to come from everywhere, even made the cocoon around Kinshu vibrate. "It was wrong of me so I'm righting that wrong. Believe it or not, I'm actually trying to save you. The thing I had you swallow, mmm, not good at all and especially for you. You'd become its host. "Ah-ha! Here we go." A loud, rusty clanging filled the room as the coal fed boiler that Kinshu wasn't far from groaned and hissed to life. The flames licked at the open edges of the door, filling the room with heat. He came from behind, casually rolling her ear along his hand into a loose fist that touched her temple. "But first, I gotta coax it out. And that means this is gonna hurt." Her ear made him think of a chicken's neck. Humans sometimes would twirl a chicken by the neck then snap their wrist as the bird's neck snapped from the force. Well, more like a goose neck, considering how long it was. He jerked his wrist sharply, hearing that tell-tale snap. He let the limp thing go. The shadows dropped her as the door they went through fell closed with a thunderous noise. "So do me a favor and try to fight me off." He bent and grabbed her leg, pulling her slowly... towards the boiler. "I'm NOT gonna kill you, but I do need you.. " A second tone laced into his words. "Afraid."