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grimnir) wrote in devilshine2013-09-12 10:43 am
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THE "PLAY WITH ME" MIXTAPE
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Warsman | Kinnikuman
/shoves tags I owe you in closet
Alternately:
Dig by Incubus.
or both actually
they will stop existing if you cannot see them
Sasuke hates storms.
Though he knows it's irrational Warsman couldn't quite resist the urge to try and protect him from it all in the only way he can; he may not be able to soothe all of his fears with a single embrace, but he can at least offer himself as a shelter. He's crooked his body around Sasuke's in a warm crescent moon, with one great leg hooked over his hip and the corresponding arm wrapped around his middle to hold him as close as possible.
The blankets have been hauled up over them both as a soft shield but Warsman still can't stop himself from stroking his flank every now and then, just in case. In this position he can feel the light flutter of his heart, like a frightened animal's. Like Sonya during fireworks.
His eyes glow softly in the dark.] It can't go on for much longer. [The thunder seems to have hushed his voice all the more; he barely speaks above a whisper.]
IF I CAN'T SEE THEM THEY CAN'T SEE ME
THIS SEEMS REASONABLE
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Nisei obviously. And hope this is okay!
It had only been a few months but, since the elder Chojin left, Kevin found himself lonely. It was an odd feeling, one he hadn't felt since he was a child... and it unnerved him. There was no one else that put him at ease like Warsman had - or rather Croe did. Which began to eat at his thoughts. Was Warsman anything like Croe or was it all a big act? He'd barely remembered ever meeting the Russian when he was a child so that wouldn't be of any help. And he wasn't about to ask his parents what Warsman was like. The less people knew about what he was feeling, the better. He had to do this for himself.
Kevin had traveled to Russia, praying the trip would end up a successful one. While he didn't have an exact address, he knew of the area Warsman had last been spotted in. He'd simply have to wander around and wait. Maybe stop at a pub or two.
Things were beginning to look grim. He'd been in Russia for about 4 days now with no sign of the elusive Chojin anywhere. Another 3 and he'd have to return home if his bad luck continued. He stood outside at one of the local pubs, mask tucked under his arm as he took a drag of his cigarette, enjoying the brisk night air. Letting out a disappointed sigh, he exhaled the smoke through his nose and absentmindedly flipped through his phone to pass the time. Once done with his cig, Kevin flicked it to the ground and put his mask back on. He was about to turn to go back inside when something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye: A large figure. He knew the difference between Chojin and human physique and from what he could tell, the person was definitely a Chojin. There was a chance it was Warsman or, if not, perhaps a Chojin who could help him find the former.
Without a second thought Kevin rushed after the person, making sure not to draw too much attention to himself as he followed them. He could be surprisingly stealthy for a man over 7 feet tall. Once he was close enough, Kevin called out after him]
Oi! You! I'm looking for someone.
it's perfect! ALSO PLEASE EXCUSE MY TEAL DEER
The return had been difficult. Warsman had anticipated that it would be from the moment he'd agreed to leave Russia in the first place- and yet, somehow, in the time that passed since he'd stepped off of the plane at Bratsk, he hadn't realised just how deeply he'd been cut until recently. Certainly the golden days had never been easy but they had been bearable, and somewhere in the interim he seems to have forgotten how. Youth, back then, could still sweeten the severance with the dream of a homeland, and though his body has resisted time his mind hasn't; he never thought he would grow so cynical.
Strictly speaking, he is no longer a Russian citizen- but that isn't what's changed. What's changed, he knows, is that he's come home like some prodigal son when he knows that he's left the most vital parts of himself back in England.
Abandoning Kevin had stung more than anything else. If he hadn't run in that moment, stood over him like some towering guardian angel in the middle of the stadium, he would never have left at all, and that would have been even worse. Maybe he should have known how attached he would get to the quiet, passionate young man he'd met all those months ago in London, how much of himself he would see behind the wall of the mask-
- but he's getting sentimental, and that in itself is half of the problem, Warsman knows. Feeling too strongly. The more he thinks about it, the more dangerously close to admitting he misses him he gets. Kevin has a life to lead, and that life should not revolve around an outdated machine- and, doubtless, he doesn't want it to anyway. Not cowardice. A clean break.
He's seen the pictures in newspapers. Chloe's mask sat reverently next to the world's new champion. That seat was never really his.
As of now, his place is here, in a small, nondescript town he knows he can disappear into without trying- close enough to get all the necessities he needs without having to travel too far from his workshop further in the wilderness. It's early spring in Siberia, damp and misty, and the sprawling icy wastes have been swept away for stippled grey-green grass and long, dirty roads. The romance has been stripped from the isolation, and, as Warsman begins the long trek back with this week's supplies, he knows he's already tipped the scales into maudlin self-pity.
Theoretically, then, it should be a relief to be shaken out of it by a voice. Theoretically. But that's not Russian, and it's not a local's voice.
Slowly, not quite believing himself, Warsman turns and finds himself staring at a tall, broad young man with unkempt hair and a striking blue mask he could never forget.]
... Kevin?
[He doesn't know what else to say- he's never been a man of words, but now he's not even sure he can conjure a coherent thought. What on earth is he doing here? Why isn't he back in England, or Japan, or- or anywhere else on the planet? Too late he realises he could pass for a stranger if he arranged the folds of his hood more carefully; his voice has already betrayed him. But even if he wanted to leave he can't so much as move, pinned to the spot by bewilderment like a startled deer- and by relief, too. A strange, secret sense of relief. He can't hate me. Not that much.]
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i can't sleep even though it's like 6AM also i am sorry for all the loli
or if that doesn't work: x x x
OR MAYBE COMBINE ALL THREE EVEN!!! help i have a problem
WOW THIS IS LATE tell me if I need to change anything
It doesn't help that, were she anyone else, he'd be charging in head-first with her in a heartbeat. He's never seen a girl her age manage to make herself an enemy to so many unsavoury characters before, and he can't help but respect her guts. It's a dark world they inhabit, after all. If they aren't going to stand up to it, who will?
Still, today is one of their calmer days, and he's only too happy to slip behind her footsteps and follow like some kind of quiet attack dog. They've stopped in a field for a break; he stretches out beneath a heavy-hung tree, enjoying the midday warmth with his head back against the bark. He may be head and shoulders taller than Dawn, but in this position he can't see much past the tall grass surrounding them.]
Please don't stray too far, Dawn. I don't want to lose sight of you.
NO IT IS FINE I LOVE IT but tell me if I need to change anything
IT IS ALSO FAB
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Ataru Kinniku | Kinnikuman
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OKAY WHO IS THIS it is so perfect
Somehow, after weeks of sweat and tears (no blood this time- there's a first), the suspects have been detained safely to the holding cells at the Choujin Special Police headquarters, on Planet Kinniku. When Ataru checked in, he couldn't say he was surprised to hear that none of his men had managed to crack the duo yet; they're tough cookies, with a crafty eloquence that borders on the diabolical. Presumably the only reason they haven't lawyered up yet is their own fiendish self-confidence.
Now it's his turn. Bracing himself, Ataru steps into the darkened interview room, and in an instant his eyes are pinned to the aliens: as usual, they hover disconcertingly at the edge of the table. A psychological tactic, he's sure.]
Good afternoon. My name is Kinnikuman Soldier- I'm the captain here. [He pauses, then drops the door closed behind him.] Congratulations on lasting this long.
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I AM SO LATE WITH THIS IT IS UNFORGIVABLE
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Buffaloman | Kinnikuman (Nisei)
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Brocken, too, come to think of it. It had made sense in theory for Jade to partner with his Lehrer, but Brocken's been out of practise for a while now and wasn't about to get back in the ring any time soon, which left one obvious option. Logically, he has to suppose it made sense- he's used to smaller partners and Jade's used to bigger ones- but it can't be said that they're obviously or immediately compatible in any other way. He's just young and earnest and naive enough to grate on Buffaloman's nerves, not least of all because he's been on the receiving end of his self-righteous indignation before.
Having been beaten by him in the past doesn't help either. Tch. Know-it-all upstart.
Driving to the venue for the first round now, though, side by side in one of his convertibles, he has to begrudgingly accept that he's nowhere near as bad as he used to be. They've been working together well during training, by all accounts, and he hasn't opened his mouth and come out with anything obnoxious lately.
In fact, the atmosphere is relaxed enough that Buffaloman doesn't see a problem with switching the radio on and rolling the volume up: if he doesn't like classic 80s rock, though, he can deal with it.]
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Depth Charge | Beast Wars
Inspector Lunge | Monster
gosh fine
maybe you've been summoned to this address.
maybe it involves this.
wow okay if I've borrowed your time I'm sorry I called
Lunge's fingers halt their rigid staccato on the steering wheel and he relaxes, satisfied. Sherlock Holmes in The Copper Beeches. That is what tugged on his thoughts when he first pulled into the little side road, and as he closes in on his destination the quotation seems all the more apropos. A chocolate box farmhouse sits before him, presiding over the vast acres of green land that slope aimlessly into sky and trees like something conjured by Constable. No one would immediately suspect the Conan Doyle comparison to be the more accurate of the two.
When he received the email, he had, of course, immediately recognised its significance; their working relationship may be strong, but between the occasional case they collaborate on it isn't uncommon for them to fall out of contact, a state of affairs that suits L's secrecy and his own busy new schedule at the academy very nicely. There had to be, he'd reasoned, a good reason why he was requesting his presence so directly.
He breaks in the drive to the side. L has probably already seen him coming, and so he takes his time to approach the doors so that he might give the house his full appraisal first: carefully maintained, classic, and all in all very typical but for the fact that a number of the windows have their curtains or blinds drawn. He can only imagine what's been fitted inside, but he suspects it will involve a number of computers and at least one cut-glass dish of strawberries.
Satisfied, Lunge makes his way to the doorstep and rings the bell while, quite unashamedly, searching for a security camera.]
they told me i could run the world if i kept it quiet
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Justine Florbelle | Amnesia: Justine
Lady Eboshi | Princess Mononoke
Frog | Chrono Trigger
Genji Togashi | Sakigake!! Otokojuku
Muhammed Abdul | Jojo's Bizarre Adventure
LET'S GO ON AN ADVENTURE
come on baby lets get lost
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Esidisi | Jojo's Bizarre Adventure
Zenyatta | Overwatch