Post by chez on Mar 16, 2009 22:04:18 GMT -5
Title (c) Quill. XD
Okay, the first two are totally Quill-RP-inspired, but aren't set in a Roleplay. The third one is Kariya-meets-Thrax and entirely set in an RP. YAY I AM BRAINWASHED.
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There’s only one person that can make Joshua cry, and it’s not Neku.
The Composer stalks his streets as a human, hands fisted and tears on his cheeks. He’s hidden in the UG, so what does it matter?
He passes a handful of Support Reapers—too unrefined to perceive him—and the Wall shatters as he storms through. The Reapers shout and scramble, and Joshua sneers.
He tells himself it’s nothing. He’s not at fault. Sanae will apologize for hitting him, and they’ll be friends again—like father and son.
He regrets bringing up his Producer’s new status at all.
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He’s painting Shibuya. That’s all he knows.
Another stroke of the brush, and Sanae doesn’t pause to examine the abrupt red streak cutting through the Composer’s dull throneroom. It’s blood—blood pooling on the ground. The artist adjusts the lines and shadows with a silent sigh.
The bet is made, and they’re in over their heads.
Either Shibuya will die, Josh will be killed (not that, not that) or Sanae will interfere and Fall. Either way, they—best friends, father and son—are screwed.
He pauses to swipe away tears with the back of his wrist, and paints more blood.
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“Hey, Red,” and Kariya smirks up at the nonhuman before him. With the red skin and killing fetish and holyshit claws, he sure isn’t human. But the shades and trenchcloak are cool, and this guy—Thrax—sure isn’t Japanese, by the way he talks.
And it makes him laugh, the way the guy calls him ‘baby’ all the time. “You hitting on me, man?”
And then there’s a glowing claw—wait, what the hell?—at his throat, and anyone else would flinch. “Baby, you’re starting to piss me off.”
And Kariya just thinks he’s finally found someone interesting to stalk.
Okay, the first two are totally Quill-RP-inspired, but aren't set in a Roleplay. The third one is Kariya-meets-Thrax and entirely set in an RP. YAY I AM BRAINWASHED.
--
There’s only one person that can make Joshua cry, and it’s not Neku.
The Composer stalks his streets as a human, hands fisted and tears on his cheeks. He’s hidden in the UG, so what does it matter?
He passes a handful of Support Reapers—too unrefined to perceive him—and the Wall shatters as he storms through. The Reapers shout and scramble, and Joshua sneers.
He tells himself it’s nothing. He’s not at fault. Sanae will apologize for hitting him, and they’ll be friends again—like father and son.
He regrets bringing up his Producer’s new status at all.
-
-
He’s painting Shibuya. That’s all he knows.
Another stroke of the brush, and Sanae doesn’t pause to examine the abrupt red streak cutting through the Composer’s dull throneroom. It’s blood—blood pooling on the ground. The artist adjusts the lines and shadows with a silent sigh.
The bet is made, and they’re in over their heads.
Either Shibuya will die, Josh will be killed (not that, not that) or Sanae will interfere and Fall. Either way, they—best friends, father and son—are screwed.
He pauses to swipe away tears with the back of his wrist, and paints more blood.
---
“Hey, Red,” and Kariya smirks up at the nonhuman before him. With the red skin and killing fetish and holyshit claws, he sure isn’t human. But the shades and trenchcloak are cool, and this guy—Thrax—sure isn’t Japanese, by the way he talks.
And it makes him laugh, the way the guy calls him ‘baby’ all the time. “You hitting on me, man?”
And then there’s a glowing claw—wait, what the hell?—at his throat, and anyone else would flinch. “Baby, you’re starting to piss me off.”
And Kariya just thinks he’s finally found someone interesting to stalk.
