The death and the life are equivalent

[ Independent RP blog for Rachel Alucard from Blazblue. ]

[tempestdahlia]

taothekakawarrior:

“Meat buns! Yes! Tao wants meat buns!-” she giggled almost maniacally, as a drop of hunger-induced drool dripped on the tablecloth. Her braids fell to her knees as her red optics tilted up in frustration, an almost inaudible meow leaving her lips as she picked up her meat with the foreign fork and delicately ate it. As she mentioned shopping, the exposed cat’s ears flipped.

“Wait a sec-Tao’s broke! Meow!” The blonde whimpered, putting a paw-er, hand-to her hidden lips in a sad manner. “Tao’s not gonna be able to pay, Bunny lady. I’m sorry, meow…” She whispered, but her tail quivered as she spoke up again, in a uncharacteristically small mew.

“Can Tao put on her regular clothes, meow? Then we can be on our way, meow!” She perked up once more, a more fitting, toothy smile plastered itself on her shadowed face, though it was a playful, embarrassed smile.—

                       Rachel wasn’t sure why an abrupt wave of uncharacteristic kindness had washed over her. Perhaps it was rather nice to have a visitor who wasn’t trying to crush her bones or yap at her like a frustrating dog for once? Nevertheless, the blonde was enjoying herself more than she should and was very well aware of it. If this was going to be done, it was going to be done her way without much concern.

                       "You needn’t worry about anything cost-wise. Such matters are trivial for a noble such as myself. Let us just live in the moment, and find you something lovely to wear, yes?" She says, peering down at Tao’s other outfit for a split second before managing another reply "Certainly not. Wearing such extravagant attire to shop will not only draw unneeded attention, but be cumbersome to remove as well. Pack it with us and let us carry on." She says, abruptly motioning Nago toward her to shape into a parasol for their departure

                       "Let us leave, we are wasting necessary daylight."

[susanuh-uh]

"That so-called fighting spirit ‘o mine is being put on reserve for little bitches who actually need it. Unfortunately—you’re not the only undead shit I have to put up with now. I’m sure you recall our present situation, no? These days, I’ve got both you and death herself breathing down my fucking neck. Also, don’t get so stingy with me just because I’ve no problems gettin’ a load out while no one wants to go near that maggot-filled cavern you call your taint.”

[tempestdahlia]

"Maggot-filled cavern? Do pardon me for suggesting such a thing, but it seems as if you've run out of proper insults. How disappointing, thus far you've only served to bore me. However, I find it quite entertaining when you repeatedly moan and whine about your insignificant little problems, please do continue."  

[tempestdahlia]

susanuh-uh:

"Y’know, you really do better in the boxes. Taking stage like this, it’s enough to vex me. Of course, that’s what you like, isn’t it? Get the serpent all riled up, then before it can bite you flutter away on your merry little shit way.”

"How degrading. Where is that persistent fighting spirit of yours, Terumi? Oh, hmm... Right.. I suppose it's slowly dwindled with every bit' of spineless affection you've given to any and all whom ask for it. How shameful. Perhaps you ought to slither back to where you came from? I'm quite sure that the worms within my garden have missed your presence."

[susanuh-uh]

tempestdahlia said: "Silence, you barbaric ape."

"Make one complaint and low and behold the bitch herself shows up! The hell d’you want, vampire..?”

[tempestdahlia]

"Want something? From you, an insufferable, diluted little man? My deepest apologies, Terumi, but the only individuals I see wanting you are classless, immature children whom's bottom orifices ache for the desperation of any man- regardless of whether or not he is an ugly brute, much like yourself" 

[you-me-locked-ward]

If you find me to be INTIMIDATING in any way, anonymously send along ☠ with the reasons why.

[tempestdahlia]

taothekakawarrior:

Tao gripped the fork in a long-nailed hand uncharacteristically quietly, and let her straw braids fall as she stared at her food with a shaky demeanor. The youthful cat’s bright crimson orbs were tilted in confusion. This was too foreign. She preferred chopsticks and a bowl of good old rice, but when she remembered the meat buns at stake drool started to form on her lips, a dreamy smile coming across the catgirl’s face.

Her black and cream-tipped ears flicked as she looked at the petite vampire. Much to Tao’s disappointment, she didn’t have anywhere near the same assets as Litchi. However, her petite face, her curious demeanor, and small self made Tao almost giggle in endearment. However, her mind was clouded as she stared at the unfamiliar outfit on her body-she hadn’t seen her own tanned arms in such a while, and she had forgotten what her own face looked like. The flaxen-haired female also stared down and her somewhat scarred legs from the many battles with Arakune in the Kaka village. This was a little overwhelming for the simple-minded, exposed Kaka girl, but she still stared at Rachel with blank ruby optics.

“Is Tao doin’ this right, Bunny lady?” She asked in a small voice. She disliked being so exposed.-

                Rachel felt a smile pulling at her lips and let it overrun her features. My goodness, she was actually doing it! For whatever reason, this gave the vampire a sense of accomplishment and urged her to carry on with the lesson, no matter how ridiculous it may have seemed to any other outsider.

                 ”Yes, Tao, you’re doing extraordinarily well!” the blonde compliments the female, rewarding her with a calm demeanor and a gentle smile. “Now, stab whatever it is you wish to eat- not in a violet manner, mind you, and place it into your mouth. If you do so efficiently, you will be rewarded and we shall take a break in our lesson for today. Infantile steps are to be taken if any improvement is to be made, I suppose.” She says, demonstrating by stabbing a small piece of scone with her fork and placing it into her own mouth.

             It wasn’t as if Rachel was unaware of Tao’s behavior. She wished she’d had some more appropriate clothes for the female to slip on, but unfortunately, she didn’t own much that’d fit her. Rachel could only imagine how uncomfortable it’d be to feel exposed, seeing as she was usually covered head to toe in frills all day.          

          “Afterwards would you like to go out and purchase your meat buns? And then… A little shopping, perhaps?” She asked, wondering silently just why this was so entertaining to her. It was oddly out of character, though Rachel figured she ought to let herself have fun every once and a while. Receiving unfortunate amounts of stress everyday wouldn’t”t be good for her complexion.

[godofdancing-blog-blog-blog]

❧ r-o-s-e-s & c-h-e-r-r-y b-l-o-s-s-o-m-s ❦

[tempestdahlia]

godofdancing:

Of course, a smile graced his lips despite her denial of the dance. He wasn’t going to push things… At least not yet. After all, Amane Nishiki didn’t give up easily. It took more than a simple ‘no’ to discourage him from anything, whether it be the pursuit of love or the pursuit of a new member for his troupe. "I don’t expect you have any chai, green or oolong tea, do you? I wouldn’t think that you’d keep that sort around. So, I suppose I can do with some Darjeeling, if you don’t mind." Amane’s tone had taken a turn, becoming gentle and warm, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he breathed in. The music… While it was a problem, it wasn’t unsolvable. Perhaps he could use this break as a chance to buy himself time for his troupe to arrive. Even so, he didn’t mind if he didn’t get the dance. This was more than a welcome break from the usual goings-on in his day.

Slowly he fluttered his eyes open, admiring her with pools of shimmering azure. He couldn’t help a small chuckle passing his lips, covering his mouth with his hand. That blush that adorned her cheeks, though barely noticeable, was absolutely endearing and she’d likely kill him for commenting on it, so he held his tongue. Instead, finding himself a seat.

               By the time Amane had made his request, Rachel had already pulled out several sorts of tea in a flurry. The blonde calmed down and let her mind wander through her database of the beverage. Though not often used, she did carry a rather minuscule amount of chai tea in bags- though she'd never consider drinking such a thing herself, she was almost sure Uzume- or really, Amane would like it.

               Without a moment's hesitation, Rachel pulled a kettle of water from her antique stove and poured a fair amount into a tea cup before dousing the liquid with a single bag of chai herbs. She grimaced at the thought of drinking it herself, yet still placed the beverage in front of Amane along with a couple of dishes of sugar and milk. It annoyed her that she was the one required to play servant while her actual servants were out doing her shopping, but she bit' her tongue to prevent complaining in front of the androgynous man before her.

               "Why is it you are looking at me so intently with that aimless gaze of yours? I wasted my precious, precious time and tea to make sure that you are well taken care of, so I presume that your tea is what you should drift your focus onto, yes?" She inquired rather nervously. Truth be told, Rachel hardly had been in the position where she was required to make her own tea. She doubted it'd taste any better than a stingy leaf left in a sewage pipe, though she also did not particularly care whether or not he liked it, since she had just struggled to find something to use as a distraction.

               "Tea aside, may I ask what it is that brings you here? It isn't often I receive visitors."

[tempestdahlia]

ooc;;;

So like we should get a bbrp skype chat going.. As in like, voice chat through skype... I feel like we could become super fabulous friends... My skype name is karakuri.vitti, add me and I'll get a chat going. ;;

[illogicalhumanoid]

meet the blogger

[tempestdahlia]

LAYER ONE: THE OUTSIDE

name: Victoria eye color: Brown hair color: Brown height: 5"4 best physical feature: Eyes I guess

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE

your fears: Being in a saw movie, drowning, being tortured your guilty pleasure: Coffee, intense debates ambitions for the future: To live happily regardless of what others think

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS

your first thoughts waking up: "I need to feed my guinea pigs." what you think about most: My lovely boyfriend  what you think about before bed: "why is it so fucking hot in this house" you think your best quality is: My ability to trick others into thinking I'm a normal, preppy girl.

LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER? 

single or group dates: Single. to be loved or respected: Both beauty or brains: Brains dogs or cats: Doggies.

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU.

lie: Doesn't everyone? believe in yourself: Usually, yeah.

believe in love: Yup want someone: Have them.

LAYER SIX: EVER.

been on stage: Many times, sincerely, a theatre kid done drugs: lol no changed who you were to fit in: Yes, it's called Mesiner's different "mes"

LAYER SEVEN: FAVORITES

favorite colors: Peach, white, lavendar favorite animal: Mice favorite movie: ehhhh, I dont watch many. favorite game: BlazBlue (currently) 

LAYER EIGHT: AGE

day your next birthday will be: oh fuck i don't know.

[dancingedge]

“Meow?!” Tao stared at the outift with sweat beading on her head. She slowly began to take off her Kaka jacket, all while still having the hood obstruct the view of her face. Her dark arms were exposed, and her tail drooped in uneasiness. After she had finally gotten the outfit on, her looked at Rachel. This was so weird! Why should Tao have to wear this? The flaxen-haired female looked towards her with a questioning expression. “What…next, meow?”

[tempestdahlia]

                    Rachel kept herself turned away from the cat as she changed. The youth’s masked appearance piqued her curiosity. Had… anyone ever seen Tao without her mask? She couldn’t quite recall anyone who had. After Tao had finished dressing, the female turned to absorb just what it was she was seeing. 

Tanner skin, luxurious hair- much like the shade of Rachel’s, a rather unique and dare she deem- cute face… Rachel felt as if she had won some sort of award, though in reality it wasn’t all that broad of an accomplishment. “I apologize for the odd attire, my condolences. Gii has quite awful taste, I suppose.” She says, clearing her throat rather nervously. Quite a situation she had put herself in. "Well now, why don’t we start with your fork? We are going to educate you on how to eat formally, and shall you succeed, you will never go hungry for the rest of your days." The vampress states, taking a seat next to the cat and grabbing a fork for herself to demonstrate. "Now, hold your utensil like this, if you could. Then, gently jab whatever it is you wish to consume and place it daintily in your mouth, then you may eat." 

[dancingedge]

Unlimited meat buns?! That made the feline's ears flip up a great deal. The pale-haired female let drool fall from her lips. She scrambled past Nago, sharp teeth showing in a huge smile. “Okay, bunny lady! When do we start, meow?” She asked hurriedly. Her cream-tipped tail shot up in happiness and excitement at the thought of food, as the Kaka always loved the idea of meals, even after eating as much as she just did. She stared at the petite vampire with enthusiastic scarlet optics-.

[tempestdahlia]

"Certainly, let us begin." The doll-like female says softly through narrowed, disgusted eyes. Tao was going to be hard to break, she knew... Though there wasn't a single individual out there who remained impossible to train in the ways of finer dining. Without another word, Rachel set up a chair at one of the tables and set a basic fork, class, napkin and knife at the table. "Now then, take a seat... Though it will be rather difficult for you to eat in such a catastrophic getup. I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to remove it for the time being, otherwise my rather plentiful supply of meat buns will... shall I say.. disappear. That would be quite unfortunate would it not?" Rachel inquired, eyeing Gii, whom had arrived in the room with a simple school outfit of Taos size. 

[petty-it-girl-in-pink]

[dancingedge]

Being the way she was, Taokaka only stared at the banquet with huge ruby pools. They shone in hunger as she seated herself ungratefully and started to attack the food, going for the meats the most. She crammed in foods, and chewed hungrily, her eyes glinting. Suddenly, she stared at the flaxen-haired girl. “Aren't mew going ti have any, bunny lady?”-

[tempestdahlia]

Rachel watched with disgust as Taokaka devoured food like an untamed, stray cat. She wasn't sure how the child could shove so much into her jaws, let alone swallow it all... Such a sight was enough to make the female sick. Rather than looking on any longer, the vampress grabbed herself a small scone on a plate and whipped around to avoid looking at Tao. "Very well, I have taken my share. Please do carry on, I wouldn't want to interrupt your extraordinarily awful table manners..." Rachel mentioned, though as she did, something brought itself up in her mind... Why not teach the cat how to dine sufficiently? Would that not be a magnificent accomplishment, even for she, queen of vampires? 

                    "Tao," Rachel began, still facing away from the cat. "How would you like to participate in a lovely game of sorts? I suppose if you do well, I will provide you with an unlimited supply of meat buns."

[tempestdahlia]

Spit it out, dear~!

"Care for a dance?" The vampress blurted out, hands immediately covering her parted lips as if her mouth had moved purely on it’s own. She could only hope Amane wasn’t listening, or perhaps wouldn’t bug her about it any more than he had to… Though Rachel knew that such a request concerning Amane wasn’t likely to slide so easily.

[godofdancing-blog-blog-blog]

With a brow raised in curiosity at the familiar voice, Amane turned to face Rachel. The dancer’s pale features wore a sly grin on his painted lips and his teal hues narrowed; focused on the petite lady. “Why did you not say so before, darling?” His voice was as smooth as silk, motions fluid as he closed the distance between himself and Rachel. She wanted to dance? He’d give her the best dance of her life…  He wrapped his own thin, graceful fingers around her dainty hand and removed it from her mouth, guiding her and moving her closer toward his own body. “If only we had some proper music for this dance…” He mused out loud, tone laced with disappointment. Still, no matter. Music or not, he was going to give the lady what she had asked for. He waited to see if she’d accept his gracious offer and his lead or if she’d reject him, pushing him away from her. It was only proper to do so, after all.

[tempestdahlia]

           Rachel had been about to protest and think of some sort of excuse as to why she had said what she did, but the abrupt actions of Amane rendered her rather speechless and puzzled- very momentarily, that is. Within the course of a few seconds, the gothic lolita stuttered something that could’ve been heard as a formal insult under her breath before quickly snatching her hands away from the man, a soft blush coating her cheeks. When talking with others, she expected at least two-persons worth of space away from her… Though to Amane, it almost seemed like a foreign concept.

           "I say, i-is it not most informal to abruptly grab a lady’s hands? Furthermore, you cannot expect an individual of my stature to waltz about like a struggling worm without any fine music to base my motions around. I suppose we will have to save it for later. Ah, yes, how tragic… Perhaps another day." The blonde said quickly, more or less dismissing the opportunity of finding music with silent hopes that Amane wouldn’t dwell on her excuse or try to find a resolution for it. This possibility quickly brought itself up in her mind, and within a few seconds the blonde was strolling towards her tea cabinet.

           "Let us enjoy a cup of tea! It shall calm our nerves after such a dreary disappointment. What type do you find fits your most peculiar tastes, chamomile, Earl Grey?" She inquired quickly, rummaging around the tea cabinet as if all of the tea would disintegrate if she didn’t get it out of the cabinet. 

[choke-on-glitter]

[ ❀ ] SOME INFO ABOUT ME:

[tempestdahlia]

name: Victoria height: 5"4 eye color: Brown birthday: 03/15 favorite color: Peach best school subject(s):  English and Theatre

current shirt color: Gray day or night: Day religion: Nondenominational Christian  gender: Female

sexual orientation: Straight single or taken: Taken

celebrity crush: Lol coffee or tea: Tea

favorite food: Candy Apples

[tempestdahlia]

Spit it out, dear~!

"Care for a dance?" The vampress blurted out, hands immediately covering her parted lips as if her mouth had moved purely on it's own. She could only hope Amane wasn't listening, or perhaps wouldn't bug her about it any more than he had to... Though Rachel knew that such a request concerning Amane wasn't likely to slide so easily.

[winosaur]

you know how you say words so many times and they lose their meaning? that’s how I feel about the words “trauma” and “trigger” right now.

[clothova]

Putting this on the reg blog because it’s useful info

[littlefeatherr]

YES to the statement that therapy is needed. Speaking from my own experience, it is unrealistic and unhealthy to expect to go through life without being triggered, even when there are warnings, because you don’t often know what will trigger you until you are confronted with it.  

And there is a huge difference between being uncomfortable or disgusted as opposed to triggered, which is visceral reaction that causes the sufferer to relive the trauma, and often makes them terrified to the point of becoming ill. After experiencing a traumatic event, it’s a defense mechanism the body/mind uses as protection. It is a mental disorder brought on by trauma and it is offensive to those who suffer with the condition to water it down through misapplication and overuse of the term.