''This should be fun.. well worth the wait..''

☩~Independent Roleplay/Ask blog for Vamp from the MGS series, semi-selective. ~☩ 

[undyingdanseur]

// Pardon everyone and hello new followers. ~ This blog hasn’t been as recently used as my main blog as things have came up and whatnot. I am greatly sorry about that, I hope everyone has had a safe holiday season. 

[undyingdanseur]

"Did someone said bara-off to the sunset?..."

“Indeed.. someone did, what of it?”

[jetstreamin]

“I endorse this idea.”

[undyingdanseur]

“Oh do you now? I might just take you up on the offer..”

[jetstreamin]

Sam flicked his nose now.  “We need a horse though, for the ultimate effect.”

[undyingdanseur]

Vamp curled his lip and raised his brows to Sam before then reaching up to grab his bottom lip with his thumb and forefinger giving it a light tug as-so. “Well I do suppose you’re right if we want to be traditional.. unless that is, you had something else in mind you’d like to ride off into the setting sun.”

[undyingdanseur]

"Did someone said bara-off to the sunset?..."

“Indeed.. someone did, what of it?”

[jetstreamin]

“I endorse this idea.”

[undyingdanseur]

“Oh do you now? I might just take you up on the offer..”

[undyingdanseur]

"Did someone said bara-off to the sunset?..."

“Indeed.. someone did, what of it?”

[undyingdanseur]

Vamp should get kinda disappointed that the magnet dude has no dick

“I think you’re a bit disappointed yourself on how you don’t have a chance with either of us.. might I suggest grabbing a tissue for that issue.”

[undyingdanseur]

I want your muse to have a tea party with his ememies.

“If by tea you mean spilling of blood, then perhaps I’ll think about it..”

[undyingdanseur]

I want Vamp to have a million Zubats

[undyingdanseur]

I want Vamp and Sam to bara off into the sunset together

[undyingdanseur]

I want to see you portrayed by Hollywood actor Antonio Banderas'. Make it so Hollywood~

“... That truly is not a bad idea, but one cannot do it as good as the mere original.”

[undyingdanseur]

"I could kiss you." //memeticistmonsoom

memeticistmonsoon

“Well now.. isn’t that a surprise.” The Nosferatu smirked. “Is that with a bullet? Or a blade?” 

[undyingdanseur]

memeticistmonsoon:

“Specimen?”

Teeth bared, his hands gripped each of his beloved sai, bringing Dystopia out to play in one elegant movement. “Is that the reason you come here so often? To gawk at me like I’m merely decoration? I am near blind but I feel every movement, the smug grin on your face.”

Twisting his weapons in his hands as though they were mere extensions of his intricately designed body, he shifted into a comfortable, defensive pose. There was nothing more suspicious and alarming than interest.

“Back. Off.”

The Nosferatu kept the grin fixed upon his face, right along with his already tempting piercing gaze. He tempted this one until they simply would not stand anymore, and therefore he did his test. He smiled once more, before lowering his head to a low bow..

“..As you wish, of course..”

He knew what he did. All he did was relish the enjoyment in watching the other flare up in the defense like a bright mighty peacock with it’s feathers, he didn’t want to intimidate nor threaten the other.. but it was nice to get them to this point. Slowly backing up extending his arms as he lightly ‘bowed’ in prance, he walked back perhaps two to three feet away.. one after the other, all while keeping his sights upon the defensive Monsoon. Letting loose a low purred chuckle, his smile lowered to a glowering grin.. harmless, it seemed.. but none the more elvish.

[undyingdanseur]

I want your muse to fight a balloon.

“...What?”

[undyingdanseur]

“Do I know you?”

“I don’t know, do you?”

[undyingdanseur]

saveyourserpent:

So far, Liquid hadn’t exactly checked on the whereabouts of most of the people he’d known in the past. The ones who had been alive when he’d died, or the ones whose acquaintance he made known rather briefly in the time he’d been inhabiting Ocelot’s body. Here and there he’d checked on Ocelot afterwards, but he’d been too disgusted by the charade to stick around.

Perhaps it was for the best, though. Perhaps acquaintances would be remade in passing chances just like this one. “Technically, my past ended when I died. The fact that I even have a future isn’t anything I expected.” Which made things a bit difficult, but… he gave a theatrical shrug. “I’m still working on figuring out a number of things.”

Liquid raised a hand to his face and inspected his fingers idly. “Of course. A brief contact, a short conversation, even just a mere nod in passing. Or a deep, deep discussion. All can have a reason or none at all, and stem from nothing. You won’t know what’s going to happen until it happens.” Perhaps it was a bit philosophical, or perhaps it was simply making things up. Perhaps they were both the same thing, really, who knew?

“Well aren’t you a lucky one, I must live with mine but.. there’s really nothing I’d take back for what I’ve done. We do what we do to survive, and survive - we must. You’d be surprised what one will do to just.. live.”  And there it went. Vamp wasn’t normally the type to go all out with the past present and future but he did however believe in karma and fateful paths. Crossing, coming, going, whether it be future or past.. he always awaited the fact yet he knew truly he’d not ever get full peace, without a price.

“Well that’s good to hear, at least things are to be worked out with you that is. I try not to look too far into the future anymore, it grows tiring once you’ve got nothing truly to look forward to. That is of course, if one doesn’t. It all differs doesn’t it.” His eyes lidded with the thought as his eyes was indeed taken off of the other, they only drifted back and forth into thought as he brought himself back.. time to time, it did drift.

“Life doesn’t need a reason to fuck us up now does it? Heh, I should know.. as you should know as well I presume. We have to continue to roll on, roll, roll like the rolling stones we are until something is created better for us.. or we reap the benefits of our own created future. Good luck with that.” He threw back a spat heaved chortle, attempting to lighten the mood again.. not so sure if it worked this time. He felt they were a lot closer in staturous energy and being than the most who came across him.. there was truly only one more who fit the quota to being this close..

[angstmemes]

Anonymously tell me what you want to see happen to my muse.

[undyingdanseur]

"I could kiss you." //memeticistmonsoom

memeticistmonsoon

“Well now.. isn’t that a surprise.” The Nosferatu smirked. “Is that with a bullet? Or a blade?” 

[undyingdanseur]

memeticistmonsoon:”

“You should feel grateful,” he said, almost seeming offended. Perhaps because he was just a bit offended. His time and energy were precious, and he would not waste it on frivolous impulse. “I don’t give such gifts to everyone. Are you such a slave to your pleasures that you chase them even here? Did you think I was soeasily provoked?”

Perhaps he was a little more offended than he wanted to admit.

“Mm, is that right?” His tone was disinterested, his head barely facing the vampire. “I’m sure you’ll forgive me if I decline to give you that honour. The last thing we need is a post-heat beast rubbing himself against our furniture.” Where was this metaphor going?

“How quaint, I want nothing from you nor that furniture you speak of.. there’s not a crime in examining a specimen closely is there? I see not the harm..” The Romanian sensed that he indeed did offend the other, at what rate would he not be attempted to be struck down.. he awaited anyways, for he wasn’t just in his face to examine, it was merely only a test. But - what did he exactly mean by the kiss, metaphor after metaphor it seemed..

He still stood in place, balance after balance toe to toe he stood before the Cambodian, tilting his head in stolid hue he strung a taut half-crook grin.

“I didn’t ask you to give me any honor nor did I ask for the stiff upper lip, I am merely no heat-ravaged beast rubbing against everything I see.. they, come to me.. unless the offering honors are mutual.” He scoffed. Vamp didn’t feel the need to explain himself in any other manner than straight, he didn’t want the other.. besides just to look at perhaps, and still he was fascinated like a dragon with a bagful of coins.. he admired from afar how fascinating the other really was. 

[undyingdanseur]

“Are you feeling alright? You don’t look it.” (hi~)

His burnt lidded amber hues glanced to the other in turn, now why would a stranger ask him any such as that.. it could be his pale dimmed skin, how the light shined with his sweat, or.. one too many a gulp of sweet sanguine he hadn’t had in awhile. It began to make him appear pekid, dull yet full of light and the appearance of sheer drunkenness.. it’s a good thing the young woman didn’t look too far back into the alley to see the feet of the lifeless body he had just drained profusely. 

“I.. don’t know why you ask me such..”

 The Romanian chuckled and said, raising a brow before licking his bottom lip subtly. He cleaned his teeth with his tongue, relishing every last aromatic tang of the drink he savored just moments before. Standing before her in the same alley they had met in prior, he leaned up against the brick wall - keen, relaxed, utterly delightful in the taste, yet remaining composed and strict.. but he still couldn’t help to give into that blasted high.

[undyingdanseur]

liasollus: 

She shifted under his gaze, trying not to be too unnerved. Being analyzed was not her favorite thing to be subject to. She often avoided too much contact. Lia was beginning to wish she had taken a different route home.

“It’s not like you haven’t bitten off more than you can chew before…It happens to many I’m sure. “ Her voice took a stern note, giving away her irritation. Blue eyes shifted to meet his amber gaze. Such a suspicious person, there were so many secrets in those eyes of his. She could feel it.

“K-kitten?!” She stuttered out, a pink hue gracing her cheeks. He had the nerve…truly infuriating.  Her fingers curled into her palm. To mess with her like this…how rude. “..call me that again…I dare you.” Venom dripped from her words, the tone of her voice dark as she hardened her gaze into a glare. She was not graced with much tolerance.

“Oh does the kitten have claws? My, I’d like to see what those claws can do.. you don’t want to make me an enemy girl, no harm intended.. grow some humor along with those milk-nails.” He mockingly hissed purring to the red haired woman. 

“Indeed, you’d be biting off more than you could chew if you took me as an order.. I suggest as I said, grow some humor.” Repeating himself again as he began to stroke his goatee he smirked to Lia, seeming to turn the tables a bit ‘at least he’d hoped’ he adjusted his creep factor. Only staring to her, as before predator to prey, he scoped her out.

“Pardon my rudeness but as I said, you took on more than you could chew. Psh.. that would explain that outfit.” Raising a brow and awaiting her snap he sniveled his nose up to her tattered clothing. It brought him character when he was in the low ranks, being thrown around, tossed about, he learned how to adapt to mock.. he didn’t think how the other one felt, but, he adored the strength. 

[undyingdanseur]

“Do I know you?”

“I don’t know, do you?”

[undyingdanseur]

saveyourserpent:

Liquid was just a dramatic person, and it seemed a few years among the dead did nothing to quash that. Sure, his movements might not have been as fluid as they once were as limbs got used to having weight again, and maybe sometimes they didn’t respond quite the way he wanted them to at first, but it was a long process of readjustment and he was getting better daily. The dramatics would always be part of the package. It was just the way he was, and the way he’d always be.

“I suppose I should have seen it coming, but dwelling in the past like that is useless, isn’t it? At least for things I’ll never have any chance of changing.” He was bitter about a lot of things, but at least he was realistic. He’d had a lot of time to reflect on life and death. Maybe that’s the main reason he’d recognized the guy. Had plenty of time to dwell on his memories.

He shook his head, hands returning to his pockets. “No, no issues at all. Sometimes the best meetings are the ones brought on by chance, aren’t they? When you don’t intend something, but it turns out it worked out after all.” The conversation was a good source of entertainment so far, he supposed. “That’s what I intend to do. I’ve got a second chance, and I’m going to take it.”

Vamp seemed to get his point straight on with how he came off, blunt, honest, upfront, yet hurt. It resonated in him he was attempting to let go of the past as he too himself was as well, he knew the feeling at least subtly to what the other was going through. Mentally, and physically. A lot changed for him during his younger days, he wanted to forget those days.. instead on dwelling of the scent of death forced upon him yet even wanted, he was willing to be patient now as it went. 

“You are right about that indeed, one cannot continue to dwell on the past.. it’s not going to build up our future any brighter, it only hinders one from what which is coming for them.” He wasn’t a positive man himself but he remained neutral on the matter, with grit teeth and buckled tongue he made sure to keep quite quiet about certain forte’s and words. Death, and life, was something he was close to and knew of.. possibly more than anyone around.

“I believe in chance at times, life itself has no reasoning.. well, at least not anymore. But you know, some paths do cross for a reason I do suppose. More often other times than not, but perchance luck is involved.” The Romanian nodded and reflected on his own words as well as Liquid’s, paying mind still to those actions to the other as he did with everyone his tension didn’t release just yet. Vamp remained poised, calm, reflected, and very quiet.. still wondering why this took chance of them meeting, and how come of them to be so comfortable speaking to another as they seem to be.

[undyingdanseur]

"I could kiss you." //memeticistmonsoom

memeticistmonsoon

“Well now.. isn’t that a surprise.” The Nosferatu smirked. “Is that with a bullet? Or a blade?” 

[undyingdanseur]

memeticistmonsoon:

All at once he understood. How could he not have seen it before, or heard of it when doing his cursory research on this Nosferatu-esque character?

He liked it.

It almost upset the Cambodian. Was he disappointed? Annoyed? Not quite. But how interesting it was that this prototype to his darling Brazilian pet would turn out to enjoy pain as pleasure to a greater capacity than the samurai. The one he held affection for liked these efforts less.

Typical.

Sending a charge through his weapon to shock the other, he began to lose interest. “Why do you insist on coming here?” he sighed, pulling the sai from the Romanian’s chest and clipping it to his belt. “Do vampires go into heat?”

With the shock surging through him he grit his teeth and threw his head back with a rumbled heaved grunt. Certainly he expected that, and even then he didn’t move from those close quarters besides perhaps an inch back from the throwback of the reaction. 

“..Tsh.. that is all you have to offer me? Quite nice..” The Romanian lowered his head then to the other, sticking his nose up slightly to release a charmed yet gritted grin. He purred as much as ever, but at what true price.

“Why do I insist on coming here? Well.. you’re the one whom said they wanted to kiss me.. you summoned me, sleek one.” He smirked. “Ah.. the only heat that I go into is if one sets me aflame, I like a good fight.. set’s me alight.”