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[swagu]

Request a character (Now Playing & On Request are fair game) and Pick a Prompt if you want! You can also just leave me a blank header and I'll start with whatever I feel like is interesting. Feel free to tell me it sucks.

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PROMPTS

[swagu]

I

✿1. Horror: Your characters are taken from their own worlds and thrown into a terrifying situation! Things are creepy, resources are scarce, and ensuring your own survival is paramount.
✿2. Sex Game: For whatever contrived and nonsensical reason, your characters are forced into a world where they gotta bone. Aside from smutstuff, you have the opportunity to play out how very awkward it is to navigate these agreements and encounters before and after. Lasting bonds can form from something you didn't expect! But so can eternal regret.
✿3. Slice of Life: Characters are forced to live together in familial units. They have an opportunity here -- in spite of being stuck -- to relax and slow down and do some fun, ordinary things. Picnics, dates, school, etc.
✿4. Fantasy: Characters are forced into guilds and roles, given weapons and are made to utilize their powers in coordinated units to complete missions.
✿5. Scifi: Characters are thrust on to the frontier of spacial colonization! Characters on a spaceship! Characters being drafted into an Imperial Earth Army to fight/conquer foreign entities! Characters being in a world where they are assessed, identified, tracked and policed by artificial intelligence! And so on!
✿6. Reincarnation/ New Identity: Your character has been reborn at this game, or given a new identity. Work out their karma or help them come to terms with having to live a new life.
✿7. Asylum/Prison/Institutionalized Identity: Characters are locked up and put under heavy surveillance. Slowly they are institutionalized and disintegrated from ordinary social rules of engagement. They could be told that they've been identified as mentally dysfunctional, or they could be in prison! Are they pleading their innocence, or do they know they're guilty as fuck back in their world?
✿8. Assignment-Based/Mercenary/Survival: Characters have to put their skills to good use as drafted mercenaries. Help your captors assassinate, spy, sabotage, infiltrate, steal, and terrorize for points that will lead up to your freedom or the freedom of others.
✿9. Your Choice!: Do whatever!

II

✿1. First Impressions: You never forget your first impression of someone. Unless it was entirely forgettable.
✿2. Oh Hey Again: I kind of know you!!!! Hi!!! I hate this place but love familiarity hi!!!
✿3. Event: SOMETHING IS HAPPENING and your characters have either run into each other or sought each other out to stick together during it!
✿4. Living Quarters: Surprise, your characters are in the same house! Or room! Or building! Either way you have to share space and facilities with this person. Enjoy!
✿5. Mystery: Who Did It? Why Are We Here? Characters are disappearing, people are dying, whatever is happening it is FISHY!
✿6. Canon Update/Respawn/"But we know each other, I swear!": One character comes (back) to a game and does not remember previous CR. A relationship or friend or even hateship is forgotten. How will this be dealt with?
✿7. Begrudgingly Working Together: You are so fucking annoying but I guess we have to fight Monster of the Day Together/Get Unstuck-UnLost Together/Find Our Way Back/Help Each Other Out.
✿8. Is This a Date: Gee, you guys sure are doing a lot of things that people on dates do and you're having a lot of fun [sweats]...
✿9. Violence: Characters beat the shit out of each other or help each other out of a gory situation with terrible traumatic injuries or something!
✿10. One-Sided(?) Crush: How do you get their attention? Or, alternatively, how do you ignore that this person obviously is crushing on you and it's totally awkward
✿11. Protecting/Saving: Your character's chance to be a hero or a damsel!
✿12. Network Post: Mandatory bs.
✿13. Inbox: Hey, can I talk to you for a second? In private?
✿14. Your Choice!: Do whatever!

soulless pls

[outcast]

some kind of eight-ish nine-ish cdc-ish thing

[baaaaka]

[ it's not the first time they've found themselves standing on smoldering earth surrounded by flames and the shadows of burning trees, and it probably won't be the last, either; however, it is the first time that smoldering earth isn't of Weblin. There were no cavalry and no archers supporting them, no royal knights - not even their miniscule rat knights scuttling at their feet with pinprick swords and poison darts. This time, it was just the two princes and all the wit they could scrounge up at the forefront of the battle.

At first, for Auger, it had been almost exhilirating. Exterminating a hive of savage beasts was perfectly up his alley - no doubt that was why he (and his brother) had been picked for this mission. It was unfortunate to have to serve anyone, but sacrifices had to be made if they wanted to climb the ladder of power again. God knows he's been through worse. As long as Mejojo wished it, he'd do anything. And, in the end, dirtying his hands with blood was more of a reward than a chore. Even in the past, the assignments that ended in violence had always been his most favorite.

But the battle raged on and on, the fires they started spread and blazed bigger, and though there must be other groups out in the woods, too, it feels for all the world that it's just the two of them versus an army of these hyena-like beastmen. Their weapons are crude and they're untrained, but their numbers are great, and his stamina isn't infinite. The heat is oppressive; his muscles are starting to burn. It's only a matter of time until he makes a mistake.

He moves in to fell the last one in the area, but it moves a second faster than he does, and a short stone spear buries itself a few inches below his ribs. Red blood spreads across his white vest; with a grunt halfway between in pain and enraged, he slides a dagger out of hiding and slams it between his enemy's eyes. It's an instant death; Auger's prey collapses, and he follows a few seconds later with a groan, landing on his knees as his hands fly to the wound. ]

Shit...

[ he doesn't have time for an injury like this - they need to get out before they get trapped in the blaze. ]

[devourer]

make it rain (demons)

[dearkafka]

Tsukiyama-san.

[Clipped, curt, less of a summons and more of an imperative. He wastes no time—not even sparing much more than a skimming glance—before turning and heading back into the recesses of the house away from the front room where the rest were gathered. He could hear a seemingly-light argument between Jiro and Sante that might end up escalating—he would simply have to trust Banjou with mediating that. He had allowed Tsukiyama to visit the house today for a singular purpose, and he would prefer not to complicate matters in a way that might deviate from a pre-established plan.

It had ended up being a blessing in disguise that the trio had elected to share a single room—it gave them more spares to repurpose, and one of them had become something of the de facto space for sparring, all the furniture cleared away and the floor and walls as reinforced as possible to allow for such a thing.

They couldn’t fight with kagune on the roof of the building; the risk was too great. In all honesty, training as he did with Banjou there now was ill-advised, but it was, for the most part, hand-to-hand (the other ghoul’s inability to muster a kagune taken into consideration). All of that was of a different timbre of what he had asked Tsukiyama here for today. Sparring with Banjou was for the other ghoul’s benefit, an endeavor (largely in vain, to tell the truth) to toughen him up.

This was for Kaneki’s.

Even as he reaches the door and pushes it open, even as he passes through the threshold, even before he’s thought to muster his kagune, the sclera of his left eye has darkened to pitch, the red of his pupil burning like a flame. It had been relatively easy to hide it back when he had starved himself, having so little rc content in his body that he had practically been running on fumes.

Now, however. Several months’ worth of his new eating regimen had fundamentally changed a lot about him. At any given moment of the day he felt a burning restlessness, possible to ignore but not at all pleasant. That was something that Yamori had not mentioned, when championing the benefits of “cannibalism”—it was not the way that the ghoul body was meant to function. It took a good deal of mental editing to guard his words from any added barbs, reigning in each motion and neglecting the instinct to go and to hunt and to eat more and more and more.

The fighting helped.

He walks to the center of the room before turning to face Tsukiyama, expression almost perfectly composed despite his active kakugan.] The same as usual?

[It was only barely phrased as a question. “Fight as if they were to kill one another,” was the subtext as well, something which didn’t bother him in the slightest.

It didn’t seem to bother Tsukiyama either.]