The (Real) One and Only

Hyde / Lawless of Servamp

[dominionbreaker]

@yuiitsu-muni

Keras hadn’t spent all that much time in the part of the city known as the Golden Ward, up until now. As it turned out, he rather liked the area, particularly compared to Fibonacci.

There was one building that caught his attention in particular, though - some kind of stadium, from the looks of it. People were swarming towards it, queuing up in surprisingly large lines to get through the doors. Normally Keras would have joined them to avoid any potential stirs, but at the moment he didn’t have any money, and he really wanted to see what was going on in the stadium. Hopefully some kind of fight… That turned out to be a disappointment, once he’d breezed past security. It appeared that this was actually some kind of concert hall. So much for that. Still, Keras settled in, figuring that he might as well stay since he’d made it this far. The music hadn’t started up yet, though it probably would soon. interestingly, there weren’t any people on stage yet, and only one instrument - probably the largest piano he’d ever seen.

The kid next to him was a blonde with dyed tips. Keras looked at him for a moment, then nodded to the stage. “Any idea who’s up to play there?”

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The seats next to him wasn't supposed to be filled by anyone. He had made a point of it. It didn't really matter, as there wasn't going to be anyone with him, and he didn't really mind people all that much, but it was the principle of the thing. Or snack storage. Or stretching out. Any one of these things, really. He doesn't have much use for concerts like this and really only goes to them for one reason, and that's to watch his Eve perform.

Tonight is no exception, and the intrusion of someone into his buffer seats draws his attention away from the stage. Fortunately, there is nothing there for him to be missing yet, so the guy won't be on the receiving end of any wrath. Yet.

But that could easily change if the guy keeps asking questions like who is performing. There is an extremely long stare of bemusement that takes place before he answers. Is this guy kidding him with the question right now?

"Only the best pianist in all the land. His music will make you weep and bring you to your knees and leave you begging for more. The Archangel of Melody: Licht Jekylland Todoroki!" He concludes his ranted introduction with a flourish from the top of the seat he had leapt up onto just prior to delivering the last line, almost certainly to the dismay of the surrounding concert goers.

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smallblueboyscout‌: 

Jon was quite for a moment, giving the strange cheerful man a look that said he clearly didn’t understand anything he said. The quote, nor the rest of it. “I speak a lot of languages, but that isn’t one of them. What was that? What poetry book did you pick that out of, and what does it even mean??” What a weirdo. 

"It was Shakespeare, you uneducated cretin." He sounds more offended than anything else. How can someone not speak Shakespeare and think it merely random poetry? Regardless, he opts to explain it anyway. "It means exactly what I said. I like what I like and it doesn't matter how anyone else sees it." That isn't exactly accurate to how it was written, but it's a reasonably passable summary of how it was being used, regardless.

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smallblueboyscout‌: 

“That doesn’t explain it. Why do you say that? And so cheerfully??” He was gradually becoming more distressed. Only weirdos say “massacres” that happily.

"Because they happened. It's history." Although massacre might be stretching it a bit for at least one of those things, there is still death associated with it. The other just happened to be a coincidence.  

As for only weirdos saying it, Jon isn't really  wrong to view him that way. "Why shouldn't I say it cheerfully? It's supposed to be a happy holiday, right? Candy, flowers, dates.” All of which he is only getting if he gives them to himself. “I love what I love. 'Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind. And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. Nor hath Love’s mind of any judgment taste- Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste. And therefore is Love said to be a child, because in choice he is so oft beguiled.'"

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smallblueboyscout‌: 

“It has WHAT?!” Jon wasn’t sure he heard that last bit properly, and why was Hyde looking pleased with that???

"A couple of massacres!" he chirps brightly, repeating himself without offering any further explanation for either his mood or his words.

[derflugeldesengels]

((ok, off hiatus, and Hyde (( @yuiitsu-muni )) is back in Isola. Its time to make an rp ad that I had talked to Hazy about. This is a THREE PERSON thread starter call. These threads will feature both Licht and Hyde together in the thread, with anyone who likes this post caught between them and their shenanigans. I’ll cap it at 3 for now. this will be either event related or not, depending on what we decide.

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smallblueboyscout‌:

“Excellent. Honestly, any holiday that encourages eating stupid large amounts of candy is a good holiday in my book. Eat candy and stay up late. Those are the only things that matter.”

“Hard to argue with that. And Valentine’s Day has a couple massacres too. What more could a guy ask for?” Stop getting starry-eyed over that, Hyde. That’s just weird.

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smallblueboyscout‌:

“No, you have to eat candy and stay up all night.” Jon stuck his tongue out right back at him. “That’s how it works.”

He immediately lights up at the instructions. “Perfect! I was going to do that anyway!” No he wasn’t, but he is now. Assuming his candy doesn’t get stolen, that is.

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smallblueboyscout‌:

“I hope everyone has a good Valentines day! If you don’t have someone to spend it with. If you don’t have a romantic partner, spend the time with your friends or pamper yourself. Keep your bedroom talk to yourselves, and don’t you dare dump on people who do like the holiday!”

“Okay dad. Do we need to go to bed early and eat all our veggies too?” He sticks his tongue petulantly out at Jon. Ever the mature one, Hyde is.

[kohimasu]

*Name: Lawless or Hyde. I answer to either!

*Position(s) desired: Barista, Cashier, Server, Baker

*Hours desired ( between 6am to 9pm, part or full time ): Any hours, any days. Part time, as it can’t be more than five hours at a stretch!

Extra information ( about yourself or stuff you’d like us to know ): I turn into the cutest hedgehog you have ever seen in your life if exposed to sunlight. I can also do it on command. Come, I hope we shall drink down all unkindness!

Include an icon! ( for the staff page ):

“A hedgehog? I’m interested in seeing that sometime. For now, yes, lets. Welcome to the team.”

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sharpstarshooter·: 

He’s not to sure how lucky he felt considering the circumstances. Even though being once again a prisoner on this island did put a halt on him spiraling into some demoralizing depths. Now that he’s given some good thought about it. Paying little mind to the toothy grin he’s greeted with. He starts to believe that perhaps Angelito had some reasoning in his nick name selection. Cover wise at least, Lance has yet to explore the book portion. Not that he expects too.

He cocks an eyebrow upward at the other trying to keep a stoic expression while the other finishes his response. Before he waves a hand as though dismissing the question presented to him. ❝I wouldn’t exactly call them fancy just a gift from someone. Kinda like a prize for aiding in the restoration of the universe sort of thing.  But they’re pretty much facial night lights highly wouldn’t recommend them if you enjoy the dark. ❞He tried to play them off as a joke not wanting to linger on the topic. Even after all this time the wound still felt fresh and he didn’t want to give the other an opportunity to dig into it deeper. ❝I bet Angelito is getting a real kick about having more time to quote on quote purify you. ❞

The lucky you was both sarcasm, as they themselves weren't lucky for being stuck there, and a deceptively encouraging welcome. At least Lance has familiar faces to come back to. Even if one of those faces wears manic glee at the thought of grievous bodily harm to Lance. It's a weirdly antagonistic familiarity, which is actually kind of nice, given how few people he cared about in any way were here.

"That would be pretty terrible for stealth. But they do suit *you.* Can you turn them off?" Having no sense of personal space, he leans in close, tracing a finger along them to examine the spots. He doesn't press for the reason, being a lot more interested in the spots themselves than why they were bestowed upon the human. He laughs at the comment, following it up with a wink. "You bet well! Maybe if you're lucky, you'll get to watch."

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sharpstarshooter·:

@yuiitsu-muni 💙’d for a starter 

It’s been a good while since he’s had the pleasure of running into this specific individual. Considering his last memories of being on the island were a bit fuzzy, which wasn’t exactly all his fault. The universe had other plans for which memories took priority and his previous stay on the island was put on the metaphorical back burner. There was an intergalactic war to be won after all.  Despite such, he had still retained vague memories of the dual haired male. Mainly those in the form of playful complaints from a certain angelito. As far as Lance understood they had some sort of rivalry? Something about the other being a demon who needed to be purified. He’s not to sure. He still greets the other with a slight smile though.

❝Good to know there’s still at least some familiar faces around. How ya been?❞ he greets the other like an old friend unsure where exactly their relationship stood. Or even if they had one beside being acquaintances, maybe they weren’t even that. Still there was no point not greeting them and or straight up ignoring them. 

As he hasn't changed locations or had the same amount of time passing, Hyde isn't suffering from the same faulty memory the other man suffers from. His expression remains studiously neutral until Lance speaks. This is no small feat, given how much he emotes always.

Once he has something to respond to, he grins widely, teeth prominently displayed. This is fostered in large parts by the thoughts of murder he is almost certainly still not allowed to act on, despite the fact things are no longer as they once were. "Yup! Doesn't seem like we're going anywhere anytime soon! Lucky you! Although we did move houses for some reason. Which means I get to spend even more time with Angel cakes, since they're too far apart now. How about you? Got some fancy new decorations there. What's with those?" There. That seems friendly enough, right?

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Much to his surprise, the Santa android deemed him good enough to gift him something halfway decent: a five pound bag of gummy worms. It's hardly his favorite, but he is not going to be complaining, considering he is such a little shit he was expecting to be told to shove off. Especially with his cheesy quote, which hardly anyone really appreciated.

Regardless, he makes his way home with his prize, munching happily on them. The first place he goes is to Licht's house to gloat. The other guy likes sweets more than he does, and these things are all his. Or so he thinks.

What a rookie mistake to assume he wouldn't just be assaulted when he taunted his Eve about his prize. Of course he would. And he would absolutely lose some of those precious gummies. But even Licht isn't completely heartless, leaving more than enough for his shit rat to still sufficiently enjoy his bounty.

He is careful to hide the remainder, though. No chances can be taken with the prize now that he has already lost a good portion of them to his own foolish hubris.

[holidayofiuco]

I think it goes without saying but I ran out of time to finish all the asks in the box before the holidays ended. My work hours went up and considering it was just one person handling the asks here I got a little overwhelmed, so next year I’ll enlist some help.

In the meantime I’ve recorded the url of everyone I didn’t get to beneath the cut. If your muse is listed there, they’re entitled to claim one of the following:

a pair of sock ‘em boppers

a new set of towels

a 30$ wcronalds gift card

a free download code for android/ofiuco order

a new comforter

a voucher for a t-shirt from a local npc vendor priced at 30$ or less

a nerf gun

a 5lb bag of gummy worms

Keep reading

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oneneetblackcat‌:

“What a pain…” Why did he ask?? He knew his brother would probably give him some weird theater quote instead of being honest. “Isn’t that a romance poem or something anyway?” Not that he ever understood Hyde’s obsession with answering with quotes than actual answers.

“I don’t entirely understand it either. He’s not a vampire, but he’s not alive either. A ghost? Maybe? Ghost cats. So troublesome.”

It wasn't being dishonest either. He really is enjoying it that much. Being a hedgehog isn't something he has a problem with, but soaking up the sun in a human form is pretty awesome. "Don't judge. Maybe I'm in love with the sun. You don't know." He sticks his tongue out at the cat. His brother does know, but that's not relevant right now.

"Huh. That's weird." What else is there to say to that? It doesn't seem terribly troublesome to him, but everything is troublesome to Sleepy Ash. Of course it could genuinely be troublesome if it takes away everything the guy loves. "Do you still get to eat and sleep and stuff?" 

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virxsed‌: 

After waiting for a minute or two, she checks her phone’s battery. While it was on 15% when she put it on charge, it managed to drop down to 1%. Come to think of it, she had been meaning to replace the battery for quite some—

Her thoughts were disrupted by a disembodied voice, one that sounded somewhat familiar, yet she couldn’t quite locate the source— or figure out why it sounded familiar for that matter. Panicked, she looks around, wondering if any of her roommates had come home, which certainly wasn’t the case.

The voice speaking once more, she turns towards it, looking directly at the hedgehog, blinking a few times in confusion. Was it the hedgehog? Was the hedgehog talking? No way, that sounded impossible, hedgehogs couldn’t talk. And yet the one she found earlier was certainly talking. After pinching the back of her hand, concluding that she wasn’t dreaming either, she sighs.

“It’s, um… four. Four in the afternoon…” She mumbles. Her voice trembled as she spoke, as if she were trying to stay calm. After a deep breath, then exhaling, she starts yelling. “H-H-How are you talking?! Last time I checked, hedgehogs don’t talk! S-So… um… How? Wait, what am I saying? It’s impossible, I’m definitely imagining things…” Out of all the strange oddities in the city, all it took was an animal maybe or maybe not talking to cause her to panic.

He hums thoughtfully, doing some mental math. "So maybe an hour, hour and a half. Good. We still got time." Given the size of the city, he isn't terribly worried now, though they probably ought to get going soon. But he can lollygag in this place a little bit longer. Maybe explain himself.

He blinks at the panicking girl, still slightly groggy from his nap and the warmth of the place. Part of him is laughing rather hard internally at her distress. But the part of him that appreciates her compassion for a poor, apparently lost little animal wins out. He decides to take pity on her by offering her a second heart attack. One that should hopefully explain things a bit better.

"You might want to check again," he advises, "since I seem to be doing it just fine. But I'm also not always a hedgehog." And with no further preamble than that, he poofs into his human form, feet dangling over the edge of the counter where he is sitting still. Fortunately, this includes his usual outfit, so at least Haruka isn't subjected to a free show nobody around here seems to want.

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oneneetblackcat‌: 

Kuro raised an eyebrow as best he could with a cat’s face. They must have already spent too long together for Hyde to have picked up Licht’s grumpy mood. The laugh is more like his brother, along with his wink that draws an icked out face from the cat. He felt bad for Hyde’s Eve sometimes.

“…How does the sun feel? On human skin?” He shrugged about the question directed at himself. “Not too different. The cat I know isn’t exactly a normal cat. Not a mo- a vampire, but not a living cat either.” He hadn’t been able to bring himself to pilfer through the memories of his friend to find things out. It wasn’t important.

They are still generally attached at the hip. The contract didn't erase itself when they flipped bodies, unfortunately. So he didn't even need to be in there that long for things to rub off. The expression gets a laugh too. Poor anyone who has to put up with this guy for long, really.

That was a bit of a mistake, asking what the sun feels like, because he has the most horrible cliche immediately at the ready for an answer. "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee."

He tilts his head curiously. "What does that mean? You seem pretty alive to me."

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derflugeldesengels‌:

“Stop laughing at me!” He orders, stomping his foot again. He is not enjoying this, and all he wants is to kill his vampire for this whole annoying situation. It would certainly improve his mood.

If Hyde thought that Licht would pick up his Servamp’s role of gushing about what an amazing angel he was, he had another idea coming. “Just because you’re in my body doesn’t mean you’re an angel! I’m the angel!” He summons the sword again, and lunges for him, trying to land a threatening cut on his own body. How had things come to this? Licht attacking his own angelic self? “DIE UNTIL YOU’RE DEAD!”

Ordering Hyde about and throwing a tantrum isn't really going to get him very far on the 'stop laughing at me' train. In fact, it's just going to have the opposite effect. He can't help it. He knows he is practically signing his own death warrant with this shit, but it is really difficult to make himself care.

The cut does land, though it isn't severe. His reflexes are still good, even if he is otherwise occupied by succumbing to the hilarity of the situation. He dances back a couple steps now, leveling another kick at himself. "Not going to happen this time! I have better things to do than die."