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Not that she expected a prompt response. Saeyoung was typically occupied with work when she arrived, drowning out his surroundings with the headphones he always had around his neck. Kicking off her shoes, she glides down the hallway with minimal disruption, craning her neck as she entered the living room in search of a trace of Saeyoung. "...Saeyoung? You hungry?"
The kitchen wasn't far from the living room, and up until Minchae had moved in with Saeyoung, it'd more or less been collecting dust. Now, it was clearly her domain, her utensils and ingredients nestled in the corners, taking up as little counterspace as she could manage. She starts to unpack the bags, placing the vegetables in the fridge and pulling out a cutting board. "You hungry?" She calls out, only 40% expecting an answer. Once the food was fired, she'd go hunt him down if he didin't find her, first.
She placed an affectionate hand on the leg of the Blue Lion, hesitant to leave it unattended while Lance introduced her to the mer-people of this aquatic planet. She knew it would be safe - Hunk and Lance's gallantry ensured a peaceful encounter after all - but the Lions were vital to the success of their mission, both this one and the grander scheme of protecting the universe.
She took a step away, hoisting herself off of the ocean floor and quickly finding buoyancy. Pulling her gaze away from the lion, she twisted her torso in hopes of the rest of her body following suit. Her suit helmet granted her a limited field of view, so she quickly scanned what she could in order to locate its pilot.
"Lance?" She could hear her voice in the helmet's monitoring speakers. She brow furrowed. "Lance, you better not have gone far!"
However, she needed money. Until she could get herself a really flexible and high-paying job (haha) or get herself an audition with the Avengers, Carol needed a way to pay for her apartment and food for her cat. So she might as well put some of her flight skills to work. And she figured that working at Stark Industries would give her a better chance of getting into Tony Stark's path. All she would need is five minutes to convince him that she should be suiting up with the rest of the Avengers.
But for now, she worked.
"Afternoon, Ms. Potts," she said as the CEO approached the jet.
The problem was that Ryoji didn't listen to common sense.
This resulted in what was meant to be a simple study session being forcibly turned into a sleepover party by Ryoji within the course of minutes, simply because he had never been to one and doesn't it sound like fun and pleeeeeeeease can we?
Eventually someone (it was probably Minako) gave in to his puppy dog eyes, and now here he was, overnight bag in hand (where did he even get that bag? Was he anticipating this change of plans?), looking eagerly at the SEES members.
Well? Someone's got to keep him preoccupied.
When Abbie Carmichael first came into Anatole, she figured she'd take it in stride until she inevitably found a way home. People came in and out of this place all the time, so she figured it was only a matter of time. Unfortunately, that time stretched much further than she'd originally anticipated, and she had to find ways to keep her from going crazy.
Her most successful attempt was to bring some balance to the patrol that kept the streets safe. But what good was law without a little order? Before she'd arrived, Anatole had managed as a Police State, but history had proven time and again that Police States rarely lasted long before something went corrupt.
Over time, it turned into more than just a way to pass the time. It became her purpose here. She was always a workaholic - such habits got her a spot as Manhattan's District Attorney's office, as an assistant to ADA Jack McCoy.
All of that wouldn't have prepared her for this. She'd always worked under someone, even here. But now that person was one of the many to have been sent home, and now she's left with the mess they left behind. Somehow she was going to have to find a way to keep the patrol happy...and under control. But whose?
It's not that he's in any position to turn down the help, but this is -- unusual. After he, Gourry and Amelia help Lina defeat whatever horrible Monster has it in for her this time, Zelgadis goes off alone. To look for his cure, of course. He never asked any of the others to go with him, and they'd never offered. That was how it went.
Now, the speeding set of footfalls behind him are systematically ending years of routine with each twig-snap. (And why does she sound impatient even when she's just walking?)
The difference is obvious, of course. This time he's setting out knowing that there's nothing to find, if Rezo was to be believed. Zelgadis' quest should be over, but -- no. Too many years and miles have been invested to give up that easily, and Zelgadis is far too stubborn to just accept this, no matter what Rezo said. He couldn't possibly know that there wasn't some dusty scroll in a long-forgotten cavern somewhere... even if he was probably the most knowledgeable source on Chimera short of perhaps the Clair Bible and had no reason to lie...
As his thoughts turn darker, he ignores Lina and just presses forward. But he doesn't, for one instant, forget she's there. Nor does he expect the respite of silence to continue for long.
((OOC: I was going for post Evo-R but if you want another canon point I can adjust! I will try to remember to prose but forgive me if I forget here and there ^^;;))
He wasn't sure what the cats' obsession was with forcing him into embarrassing situations and clothing, but he'd rather it stop than find out. His grumbling and exclamations of anger didn't stop until he'd practically jumped into Heejung's room, the girl in question close behind. She had managed to save him from them again, but he wished she hadn't followed him]
Wh-what are you still doing!? Get out!
She could hear him taunting the children outside, his laughter cutting through the clamoring of children vying for his attention. It all brought a smile to her face, but not for the reason you would think.
While he was distracted with his playmates, she could sneak into him room and get a bit of cleaning done. He wasn't a slob by any stretch of the imagination, but his things could use a bit of airing out, and the dust collecting in the room probably didn't do that coughing of his any favors.
She couldn't dilly-dally though. Her luck had a way of quickly running out when it came to all matters concerning the 1st Division Shinsengumi Captain. She had to resist the urge to snoop a bit - it wasn't her place, and typically her sense of propriety won out over her insatiable curiosity.
She'd keep an eye out for Hijikata's collection of haiku, however...but she didn't waste any time in starting to wipe down all the surfaces of Okita's room. She'd save the bed linens for last, since they probably needed to be laundered with all the time he'd been spending in bed. Making a quick, yet thorough sweep across counter-tops and the ridges of doorways, Chizuru descended to her hands and knees to start on the floor. Bumping into his bed, his scent was knocked into the air, meeting her nostrils somewhere along the way. Stopping short of a clean swipe across the floor, Chizuru glanced up at Okita's futon, shifting closer to it and timidly gathering up his blankets in her arms. She stopped a moment and buried her face into the folds, slowly inhaling.
Although cold, the traces of his presence maintained a sense of warmth.
She remained flat against the futon laid out on her bedroom floor, doors open to the hallways if only for propriety's sake. She quickly stilled herself, if only to avoid Yamazaki's curt scolding. Dare she peer over her shoulder? Steal a glance of the needles he was preparing?
Being bare-chested limited her range of movement, conveniently enough, so she remained pressed down onto the floor, eyes closed until Yamazaki's fingers lifted from her skin. She could feel the bumps of gooseflesh begin to rise where his fingers once were, but she shivered them away, burying her face in her arms.
She couldn't lose her nerve already. She'd agreed to helping him. These sorts of things required practice...and who better to help than someone who could heal if a mistake was made?
The room had grown stuffy though, and if Chizuru had begun to notice it, she could only begin to imagine how maddening it must be for Okita, bedridden, who always searched for opportunities to break out of his quarantine and wander around the hallways.
But he was asleep now...really, the only time she could ever let her guard down. Even when fatigued with injury, he found ways to keep her on her toes. She lightly stepped around his bed, taking great care not to make any noise while she tried to tidy things up.
A floorboard creaked beneath her, freezing her in place. Her eyes slowly made their way to where Okita remained, still as the dead. She stared for a moment upon the realization that she couldn't remember a time where she'd seen him so at rest...
It was alarming.
Slowly dropping to her knees, she slid over to his bedside, leaning forward on both her palms and bringing an ear inches above his face. Was he breathing?
Without the streets of Kyoto, she could no longer see the phantoms of those who had fallen. They hadn't followed them to their new base, a fact which both saddened Chizuru and left her grateful. There were new squads here to be led, and there was little place for her mourning here.
Instead, she chose to focus on those who were living--or, perhaps it was better to refer to them as those who were still walking.
Speaking of silver linings...
Chizuru never quite forgave herself for not stopping Sannan from taking the ochimizu when he had. It seems that once the General Commander partook of her father's dubious elixir, it opened the floodgates for the other captains to follow his example. Heisuke...then Okita...
But his spirits seemed to have lifted. Or was he playing her the fool? Heisuke was alive, which was better than the alternative, and Okita was still bed-ridden. They never breathed a word of regretting their decision, but Sannan seemed to avoid the subject entirely, instead speaking of the future of the product, rather than his past.
It was as though his injury had never happened. She tried not to take it personally...but she'd come to enjoy serving him in whatever capacity she could, be it special meals to suit his handicap, tending to the ghost pains that came after his arm had healed...
She hadn't noticed that she'd started gravitating his direction whenever he entered her line of sight. She'd managed to find a way to be of use to everyone, save for him. It struck her as odd--and as a busy-body, somewhat unacceptable. She wasn't neglectful, so he had to be keeping her at an arm's length. Well, that was going to end, starting to
She knew she had little to worry about regarding the actual childbirth. While she'd never really taken her ability to heal for granted, per se, she was especially grateful that it would mean she could be worry-free about the baby growing up motherless as she had. If not for her healing, then for the protection she rested in with the baby's father.
...which was the biggest challenge of all, when it came to the pregnancy and the rearing of their child once she came. It was enough that she couldn't walk two steps without Saitou nearly scooping her up to make sure she reached her destination safely, but once the baby was born and she was bed-ridden for a day or two, the father hovered over her, asking twice, if not three times, that he was doing things properly.
At first it became endearing, but quickly Chizuru put her foot down and taught Saitou proper--not because he was doing anything incorrectly, only because formal instruction on anything was the only way to get the man to stop second-guessing himself on anything that didn't pertain to blades.
Of course, it all started over again when Chiharu started to walk...then said her first words...
Chizuru lay in bed that morning, recalling the years that felt like forever ago. It was just a few years now, though how long has it been since they first crossed paths? The sun started to peek over the horizon, a warm stream of light leaking into their bedroom.
She rolled over in the futon they now shared, pressing up against his back and spooning him. She pressed her lips into the back of Saitou's neck, nuzzling up into the warmth of their bed. "Good morning."
When they'd disembarked, Chizuru had to grab Saitou's sleeve to keep her footing. Like a newborn foal, she had to learn to walk on solid ground again, but she couldn't imagine she'd make much progress when the surface kept swerving.
She was ready to apologize for violating his personal space, but stopped when she realized it probably did their alibi all the better. It didn't stop the blush from creeping up her neck, though. Dressed in a modestly-priced kimono (all they could afford, really), Chizuru felt self-conscious about her current appearance. She'd spent the last several weeks like this, but now they were in a very public place, and they were expected to mix in with the bustling crowds of this lively port town.
She had recited their monikers in her head for hours, using it as an exercise to drift off to sleep when they'd retired on the boat. She'd shared the same closed-in quarters for at least a month, calling him by a name he answered to all too easily. With new identities came new histories...posing as husband and wife in a spy operation...she knew Saitou would excel at the mission as he always would, but...
...well, she couldn't help but recall how the last undercover assignment she had went...
Now began the age-old debate of 'to get up or not'? It was so warm in here, and if there was no miso soup or tea yet brewed, it would take longer than normal to warm up once out of bed...
"Ni--!" O-chan didn't give Tamaki the opportunity to make her own decision as the fox's cold, wet nose pressed against her neck in an affectionate gesture.
"WwwaAAAAAH!" Shooting up from her reclined position, Tamaki's blankets pooled into her lap, subjecting to the cold air that fell heavy in her room. She shivered and retrieved the fallen blankets, tugging them around her shoulders. "It's so early, O-chan." She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, rising to her feet with a cloak of blankets trailing around her.
She headed towards the window, drawn in by the beam of light that warmly pierced through the unlit chill of her bedroom. "Though I guess if it's light out, others should be waking up soon, huh?" She peered out the window for signs of movement, but saw something else entirely. It elicited a startled gasp. She brought a hand up to cover her mouth, her blankets falling off her shoulders and onto the floor.
(taken from the Snow Day meme on bakerstreet )
【the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme】
a roleplay meme to inspire muses.
♫ ♫ ♫ Well I was walking down the street just a-having a think when a snake of a guy gave me an
evil wink. He shook-a me up, he took me by surprise. He had a pickup truck, and the devil's eyes. He stared at me and I felt a change. Time meant nothing, never would again. ♫ ♫ ♫
♥ As the lyric suggests, you see someone and, bam! You love them! Wait, you don't? You don't even know them? Well, now you do! Haha, see what I did there?
♥ Post with your characters, name and fandom in the subject line! Someone else will reply to your character. Then, you go tohttp://www.random.org/ or any other random number generator you'd like, and pop in the numbers 1 to 10.
♥ Match up that number with the appropriate category of love below, and that's how your character now feels about that replier!
♥ Remember, each thread is different! You're rolling each time, for whoever replies to you.
♥ Remember: just because Character A loves Character B doesn't mean Character B loves them back (or is going to be any less creeped out by this sudden change of heart!)
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THE FOREPLAY MEME
Mid-fucks, quickies, first-times, PWP intercourse. They are fantastic and certainly have their time and place, but what about what goes on before the clothes come off? Foreplay is often overlooked. Couples who continuously skip foreplay are passing up a great thing. And, let's face it: some folks are just more aroused by the idea of foreplay than sex itself. While others aren't raring to get down to it right away.
This meme is for those that prefer the build-up, the tension, wandering hands, heavy breathing—all the good stuff before the act of sex itself. That said, there is no sex in this meme. (That's for a different post!) The point of it is to create the anticipation for it and once things get going, you can fade to black.
1. Post a comment with the usual info in the subject line: character name, fandom/series, and preferences. If you need to expand upon things or let people know what you don't want, include it in an OOC note in the comment box.
2. Tag around! When tagging others, create a scenario of your choosing. Some ideas are included after the cut if you can't decide. RNG 1-12 it, if you want.
3. Have fun and be excellent to each other!
( Read more... )
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It happens to everyone - sometimes, you have nights where you just can't fall asleep, no matter what you do. It could be for a number of reasons, or no reason at all. And this is what's happened now: you've been laying in bed for what feels like hours, just tossing and turning, and nothing seems to help. So what's left to do? Get out of bed and go wake someone else up, of course. If you're not getting any sleep, then why should they?
i n s t r u c t i o n s
• Post with your character (note the name and fandom in the subject).
• Other people reply to you by generating a number from 1 to 10.
• Have fun!
o p t i o n s
01 • FEAR. Maybe you're hearing strange, indeterminable noises; maybe there's a severe storm happening outside; maybe you watched a scary movie before bed? Whatever the reason, you're terrified and it's keeping you awake. You just want to wake someone else up so they can protect you from the monster in your closet.
02 • HUNGER. Your stomach is growling and it just won't stop. Or perhaps your throat is so dry you could cough up a tumbleweed? Well, you've gone to the kitchen to remedy this and hey, that was a pan that just dropped on the floor. It was loud enough to wake the dead! Oops.
03 • PAIN. Your body is completely worn out, be it from exercise, battle, sickness, or what have you. Either way you're in enough pain to keep you from sleeping, so maybe someone else has a home remedy or something, or can at least help you take your mind off of it.
04 • SOLITUDE. For some reason, your bed just feels so empty at the moment. You're feeling terribly lonely and really just want someone to keep you company for a while. Maybe it'd be easier to fall asleep if you're with them...
05 • DISCOMFORT. Your room is an oven. Either that or a freezer. Or maybe this bed is just really uncomfortable? Who knows why you can't get to sleep, it feels like it could be anything. Why even bother trying? Maybe someone else can preoccupy you until you feel tired enough to ignore your discomfort.
06 • PENSIVE. Something's on your mind, and no matter how hard you try to focus elsewhere, it's just not going to work. Your body may be tired, but your mind is incredibly busy and it's virtually impossible to get to sleep. Surely, talking it out with someone else will help?
07 • SADNESS. Something terrible has happened that day, perhaps; or you could just be severely depressed. Either way you're trying your hardest not to cry yourself to sleep, and it's not working at all. Better find a way to get it out of your system somehow; you need a shoulder to cry on.
08 • ANGER. You are just... fuming. Who knows why - that annoying dog is barking again, or maybe the people next door are getting busy and keeping you awake. Whatever the reason for your ire is, you'd better put an end to it so you can get some damn rest already! Go wake up a friend so you can complain to them.
09 • RESTLESS. You're far too energetic to sleep right now. Maybe you're just trying to do so out of necessity - you have to be up early tomorrow! But you just don't think you'll be able to fall asleep for a while now, so why waste the time trying to sleep when you could be doing something else? Namely bothering someone else - you're totally jealous because they're getting more sleep than you.
10 • WILDCARD. Choose one of the options above, or make up your own scenario.
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