[ Had it been someone familiar he'd be able to sense them through these walls, see all the ugliness of his kind blended together in the form of grotesque limbs or flowers. Instead Obikawa's blood runs hot with humiliation, in realizing that if not a god then he's speaking to a mere human who has found confidence in teasing him.
Humans in his world never dared to attempt at exorcising the Gods. They contaminated the land, polluted the air, and were able to take control of a person's entire mind with a single glance; draining them of all hope. And so of course they turned to their most effective way of handling creatures that threatened their position on the food chain: violence. ]
You sound like the type of person who scams people by saying there's a ghost in their closet.
[ He huffs in attempt to dismiss the mild irritation that still settles in his voice. ]
And like you have no reason to worry about me! 'Cause I've done nothing but be friendly with humans here. I've even sent dick pics. [ That were unwanted and the worst sexting experience someone had, but anyway. ]
Fortunately, we receive plenty of legitimate requests so that we don't need to lower ourselves to such things. Which isn't to say that such scam artists do not exist, but it behooves our.. community to ensure that they are dealt with.
Bad publicity spoils the whole industry, you know.
[Sure sounds more like a gangster than any kind of priest, doesn't it. Exactly the sort of human who rules with power. Matoba, who as part of his skillset was excellent at reading reactions, senses the aggravation on the other side. He struck a nerve there somewhere; now he just needs to keep picking at it.]
How fortunate we are, I suppose, that most of your kind are so slow to adapt to the innovations of man, [Sarcastically.] But if you are the sort that seeks to protect humans, I am sure we will have no problems at all. Did you manage to learn such things here in the resort, or had you already begun to adapt to the world of man?
It was the only solution -- he was in pain, he would react violently, begging and pleading until Obikawa finally sunk his teeth in. Producing a replica wasn't difficult as it was passed among the God's like candy, their kin becoming addicted and sluggish until their bliss sealed them in the belly of a beast. He had to protect Vollof from that, but he also had to satisfy the withdraws; bite, swallow, hold.
What else could he have done? What path could he have taken then this one?
Endless scenarios he doesn't wish to imagine, because the loneliness that comes would ruin him. ]
Yeah. [ Because if he didn't kill him, Alula would have. That's his excuse. ] Besides... even if he's gone, he's still with me.
[ In his stomach, so close to his heart it hurts in knowing that he can't hear his voice again. ]
But I think -- there's another friend of mine... he says he's got anxiety. Panics a lot. Can't sleep. [ Obikawa is taken just before he eats his fingers, but there's also... that! ] How do people not get dependent on that crap?
While he doesn't know the vore lore, isn't it a nice thought? To still carry a piece of a precious person inside you, and not just the emptiness of their absence. But so often, the latter is louder—so much more present, encroaching outward, ready to swallow up what little is left of someone you love into its void.
At least it sounds like this man has someone else to worry about. It's a good distraction. Nehan's tone dips slightly, not exactly warm, but less barbed. A little more natural. ]
Some drugs are safer than others. Sometimes it takes trial and error, and a watchful eye from a doctor who monitors symptoms and manages dosages... [ He trails off briefly. ] But most people in a bad enough state get desperate. Take your friend, for instance. If he hadn't slept in a few days, and he's panicking, wouldn't he grasp at any relief he could?
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Some medication would probably help your friend. But it's rarely a cure, and as with anything, it can be difficult to manage alone.
[ Maybe he wanted to see it. But it wouldn't be a smart decision considering Obikawa has spoken about eating this man in particular more than once... anyway!! ]
... Hey. [ His voice dips, the glint in his eyes disappearing while the tips of his ears and cheeks remain flushed pink. ] How many people do you know can just change what they got? I can change more than just my dick, too!
[ And he's too drunk to realize that a demonstration isn't necessary, but in a blink of an eye he shifts. Aak may not be able to see it, but he'll definitely hear it as the deeper, more refined voice comes from the other side of the wall: ] And it gets better when I learn. So if you show it to me, I can copy it. Easy peasy.
[Plenty of things could be explained with science, arts, or magic! His access to Rhodes Island medical files meant he could get a pretty good overview of people's abilities unless they were behind high clearance. It's true, though, that outright changing was pretty impossible in his mind.]
[So there had to be a trick to it, right?]
So, you could copy a guy in one of these videos? How much do you gotta see exactly?
[Aak sits up in his seat, eager to play around with the idea. Of course, with the stranger on the other side of the partition, he can't he certain the transformation is 100% complete. He's just not quite ready to abuse the Lust buttons to go look.]
[ Some might describe an experience as being fucked to death... but Ish really was going through it. ]
I'm serious! I nearly got wine all over the carpet. [ He makes no attempt of sounding genuine, but he also doesn't want to make it sound like he's not down to fuck? Like he might as well? He's already experienced what it's like when he doesn't. ]
And nothing will happen as long as you don't press yours. So unless you wanna keep talking just don't press it.
[ it's true. no one's rly a virgin because life has fucked them over several times or something like that.
she hums in deep thought, narrowing her eyes at the button as if it's beckoning her to, before she gives up and presses it too. ]
Honestly, I'm getting tired of talking to people behind a damn wall. I hear some people are into the whole anonymity thing, but they can just not give out their names, you know?
[ the partition rolls up, revealing a woman with absurdly long hair, freckles, and an oversized shirt; when she raises her hand to wave, the sleeve rolls down to reveal her club suit tattoo covering up her whole arm. ]
[ It's a literal blessing that they're not on the topic of idolization and worship, because Obikawa might have taken actual offense. Like hello? Hiyori is just a boy -- but he's also funny and ambitious, so it wouldn't take long for him to shrug it off. ]
And it's on Valentine's? [ Not that he has any plans: eat chocolate and maybe spend some time at the library, if he doesn't find himself distracted at the arcade. ] Hopefully nothing too weird goes on this month. Hate if your performance had to be adjusted 'cause someone turned into a monster, or maybe just a giant statue of chocolate...
[... Obikawa has a point, though. And some of the possibilities he suggests have Hiyori's nose wrinkling. Ugh.]
We just dealt with monsters! And that would be completely the wrong holiday.
[But he slumps a little as he admits:]
We will have to postpone if things get too hectic, though. I know last year everyone got paired off in fake "marriages" and forced into wedding suites.
[Including him. That was how he woke up here, which means it's been almost a full year for him. Double ugh.]
[ He's willing to switch it up -- Obikawa understands that some people prefer the cuteness and expected loyalty of a dog rather than the cunning deception of a snake. It's only unfortunate for whoever actually falls for it... but Rin's smart. ]
i can learn plenty of tricks i've still got my youth and lots of stamina we can play around until one of us breaks, at least
oh that wouldn't bore me contrary to my boyish charms and goofy personality i loooooooooooove history!! the romance of the three kingdoms is a fave of mine
nope i don't think so other than seeing gods sometimes i'm pretty much normal
[ It's a natural response in the perspective of someone who has that power; Obikawa has never been hesitant to kill, but he has shown restraint. Patient, as any other prey would when it uses the ability to disguise itself around it's environment before striking. Having held out for over a year once the humans had stolen his tail, the humiliation coating every bone in his ribcage with fire. Had he just an ounce more power their heads would be pierced by his fangs, bodies coiled and squeezed until they had suffocated their way down his stomach.
When collective stares and scowls turn to look at them both they're met with impassiveness as Makoto grabs a hold on his arm. A small cant of his head as his eyes narrow, the void behind them growing deeper, his pupils beginning to shift with a single blink of his eye. They could separate from the fight, but they'd only be offering a culling to a God all too prepared to kill.
And that's his third strike. As if it wasn't obvious that there something always off about the man that claimed himself to be a simple janitor -- it's only ever easier to hide when he has an objective, after all.
He blinks again, the instinct to kill vanishing as every word from Makoto lulls him back. He looks to him with curved brows, almost disappointed, paired with a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. ] Is that what you want? [ He asks, just to be sure -- but there's certainty from the demon's expression that makes the answer all too obvious. Breathing out a sigh he decides to turn to leave, arm draped across smaller shoulders as he drags them away.
Temptation wanes, thinning into nothingness as Obikawa forces himself to remain obedient. He would have killed if given the permission, but without it he humbly obeys. ] Then let's go clean up your face. You look awwwwwwwfuuuuuuuul, I barely even recognized you! You gotta stay out of places like this, stupid.
( ooc: i am so very very sorry it took me so long to get to this one! )
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but he answers, ) Yes, ( instead keeping the thoughts of brutal, bloody revenge on those who would call him out for his “toothless” affinity for violence, put him underneath the harsh spotlight of scrutiny, and then punish him for it. he hadn’t needed this lesson. he’s aware he doesn’t fit the picture for a certain archetype of rough-and-tumble villain. but that’s not to say that he’s squeamish about all the terrible things one human being can do to another; in fact, he’d say he’s far more infatuated with their concepts than anyone rightly should be, and it’s for the benefit of everyone else around him that he does his best to keep that fact well to himself.
the fire and vinegar that fills him in the moment that he stands up for himself or tries to make another regret how they’d treated him can be exciting and bolstering in the moment, but the consequences have often been so great that he’s learned to second guess himself. sometimes he ends up angry enough that he just doesn’t get to that point, but… here and now, with the injury to his body combined with the injury to his pride, makoto simply wants to retreat and attempt to move on from this.
the arm slung across his shoulder is heavy as obikawa leans onto him, and it elicits a wave of aches and pains from his bruised body, but he finds that he doesn’t so much mind it. the chumminess, the closeness… he is happy to accept that after the violence, grumbling a noncommittal sound as the older man points out the injuries they’d need to attend to on his face. )
…It’s that bad, huh? ( he lifts one hand to his swollen and bleeding lip, frowning. is it going to look worse than how he feels, or does he feel worse than he looks? he feels pretty damn bad.
he shoots obikawa a look. ) I didn’t think they’d have such an issue with me just watching…( he grumbles as they make their way up the stairs and out of the basement, back towards the rest of the recreation wing. )
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[ Had it been someone familiar he'd be able to sense them through these walls, see all the ugliness of his kind blended together in the form of grotesque limbs or flowers. Instead Obikawa's blood runs hot with humiliation, in realizing that if not a god then he's speaking to a mere human who has found confidence in teasing him.
Humans in his world never dared to attempt at exorcising the Gods. They contaminated the land, polluted the air, and were able to take control of a person's entire mind with a single glance; draining them of all hope. And so of course they turned to their most effective way of handling creatures that threatened their position on the food chain: violence. ]
You sound like the type of person who scams people by saying there's a ghost in their closet.
[ He huffs in attempt to dismiss the mild irritation that still settles in his voice. ]
And like you have no reason to worry about me! 'Cause I've done nothing but be friendly with humans here. I've even sent dick pics. [ That were unwanted and the worst sexting experience someone had, but anyway. ]
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Fortunately, we receive plenty of legitimate requests so that we don't need to lower ourselves to such things. Which isn't to say that such scam artists do not exist, but it behooves our.. community to ensure that they are dealt with.
Bad publicity spoils the whole industry, you know.
[Sure sounds more like a gangster than any kind of priest, doesn't it. Exactly the sort of human who rules with power. Matoba, who as part of his skillset was excellent at reading reactions, senses the aggravation on the other side. He struck a nerve there somewhere; now he just needs to keep picking at it.]
How fortunate we are, I suppose, that most of your kind are so slow to adapt to the innovations of man, [Sarcastically.] But if you are the sort that seeks to protect humans, I am sure we will have no problems at all. Did you manage to learn such things here in the resort, or had you already begun to adapt to the world of man?
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[ The pills, the needle, or fangs.
It was the only solution -- he was in pain, he would react violently, begging and pleading until Obikawa finally sunk his teeth in. Producing a replica wasn't difficult as it was passed among the God's like candy, their kin becoming addicted and sluggish until their bliss sealed them in the belly of a beast. He had to protect Vollof from that, but he also had to satisfy the withdraws; bite, swallow, hold.
What else could he have done? What path could he have taken then this one?
Endless scenarios he doesn't wish to imagine, because the loneliness that comes would ruin him. ]
Yeah. [ Because if he didn't kill him, Alula would have. That's his excuse. ] Besides... even if he's gone, he's still with me.
[ In his stomach, so close to his heart it hurts in knowing that he can't hear his voice again. ]
But I think -- there's another friend of mine... he says he's got anxiety. Panics a lot. Can't sleep. [ Obikawa is taken just before he eats his fingers, but there's also... that! ] How do people not get dependent on that crap?
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While he doesn't know the vore lore, isn't it a nice thought? To still carry a piece of a precious person inside you, and not just the emptiness of their absence. But so often, the latter is louder—so much more present, encroaching outward, ready to swallow up what little is left of someone you love into its void.
At least it sounds like this man has someone else to worry about. It's a good distraction. Nehan's tone dips slightly, not exactly warm, but less barbed. A little more natural. ]
Some drugs are safer than others. Sometimes it takes trial and error, and a watchful eye from a doctor who monitors symptoms and manages dosages... [ He trails off briefly. ] But most people in a bad enough state get desperate. Take your friend, for instance. If he hadn't slept in a few days, and he's panicking, wouldn't he grasp at any relief he could?
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Some medication would probably help your friend. But it's rarely a cure, and as with anything, it can be difficult to manage alone.
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what is rp if not losing tags and notifs!!
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[ Maybe he wanted to see it. But it wouldn't be a smart decision considering Obikawa has spoken about eating this man in particular more than once... anyway!! ]
... Hey. [ His voice dips, the glint in his eyes disappearing while the tips of his ears and cheeks remain flushed pink. ] How many people do you know can just change what they got? I can change more than just my dick, too!
[ And he's too drunk to realize that a demonstration isn't necessary, but in a blink of an eye he shifts. Aak may not be able to see it, but he'll definitely hear it as the deeper, more refined voice comes from the other side of the wall: ] And it gets better when I learn. So if you show it to me, I can copy it. Easy peasy.
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[So there had to be a trick to it, right?]
So, you could copy a guy in one of these videos? How much do you gotta see exactly?
[Aak sits up in his seat, eager to play around with the idea. Of course, with the stranger on the other side of the partition, he can't he certain the transformation is 100% complete. He's just not quite ready to abuse the Lust buttons to go look.]
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[ Some might describe an experience as being fucked to death... but Ish really was going through it. ]
I'm serious! I nearly got wine all over the carpet. [ He makes no attempt of sounding genuine, but he also doesn't want to make it sound like he's not down to fuck? Like he might as well? He's already experienced what it's like when he doesn't. ]
And nothing will happen as long as you don't press yours. So unless you wanna keep talking just don't press it.
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she hums in deep thought, narrowing her eyes at the button as if it's beckoning her to, before she gives up and presses it too. ]
Honestly, I'm getting tired of talking to people behind a damn wall. I hear some people are into the whole anonymity thing, but they can just not give out their names, you know?
[ the partition rolls up, revealing a woman with absurdly long hair, freckles, and an oversized shirt; when she raises her hand to wave, the sleeve rolls down to reveal her club suit tattoo covering up her whole arm. ]
Hey.
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for a second i forgot he's not coming inside her
if he doesn't breed her in their next smut thread i swear
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[ It's a literal blessing that they're not on the topic of idolization and worship, because Obikawa might have taken actual offense. Like hello? Hiyori is just a boy -- but he's also funny and ambitious, so it wouldn't take long for him to shrug it off. ]
And it's on Valentine's? [ Not that he has any plans: eat chocolate and maybe spend some time at the library, if he doesn't find himself distracted at the arcade. ] Hopefully nothing too weird goes on this month. Hate if your performance had to be adjusted 'cause someone turned into a monster, or maybe just a giant statue of chocolate...
[ To stay on theme, y'know. ]
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[... Obikawa has a point, though. And some of the possibilities he suggests have Hiyori's nose wrinkling. Ugh.]
We just dealt with monsters! And that would be completely the wrong holiday.
[But he slumps a little as he admits:]
We will have to postpone if things get too hectic, though. I know last year everyone got paired off in fake "marriages" and forced into wedding suites.
[Including him. That was how he woke up here, which means it's been almost a full year for him. Double ugh.]
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cw for cannibalism i'm sorry
never apologize
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you're nasty and disgusting and should get beat up
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you're the one who asked to get punched for a boner!
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you're not wrong
i will also be the first to tell you that you stink always and be honest about it
aaaaaaaaand once i get a good whiff of you i'll be able to find you anywhere
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okay you're not wrong
but idk... i guess i don't get the appeal of it
i've had a group of people poke around inside me a couple of times and decided that was enough
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[ MORE THAN ONE DICK???? ]
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[ He's willing to switch it up -- Obikawa understands that some people prefer the cuteness and expected loyalty of a dog rather than the cunning deception of a snake. It's only unfortunate for whoever actually falls for it... but Rin's smart. ]
i can learn plenty of tricks
i've still got my youth and lots of stamina
we can play around until one of us breaks, at least
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oh that wouldn't bore me
contrary to my boyish charms and goofy personality i loooooooooooove history!!
the romance of the three kingdoms is a fave of mine
nope i don't think so
other than seeing gods sometimes i'm pretty much normal
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It is not a particularly happy tale, nor one that is told very often. Are you certain you still wish to hear it?
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my baby boy makoto
[ It's a natural response in the perspective of someone who has that power; Obikawa has never been hesitant to kill, but he has shown restraint. Patient, as any other prey would when it uses the ability to disguise itself around it's environment before striking. Having held out for over a year once the humans had stolen his tail, the humiliation coating every bone in his ribcage with fire. Had he just an ounce more power their heads would be pierced by his fangs, bodies coiled and squeezed until they had suffocated their way down his stomach.
When collective stares and scowls turn to look at them both they're met with impassiveness as Makoto grabs a hold on his arm. A small cant of his head as his eyes narrow, the void behind them growing deeper, his pupils beginning to shift with a single blink of his eye. They could separate from the fight, but they'd only be offering a culling to a God all too prepared to kill.
And that's his third strike. As if it wasn't obvious that there something always off about the man that claimed himself to be a simple janitor -- it's only ever easier to hide when he has an objective, after all.
He blinks again, the instinct to kill vanishing as every word from Makoto lulls him back. He looks to him with curved brows, almost disappointed, paired with a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. ] Is that what you want? [ He asks, just to be sure -- but there's certainty from the demon's expression that makes the answer all too obvious. Breathing out a sigh he decides to turn to leave, arm draped across smaller shoulders as he drags them away.
Temptation wanes, thinning into nothingness as Obikawa forces himself to remain obedient. He would have killed if given the permission, but without it he humbly obeys. ] Then let's go clean up your face. You look awwwwwwwfuuuuuuuul, I barely even recognized you! You gotta stay out of places like this, stupid.
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but he answers, ) Yes, ( instead keeping the thoughts of brutal, bloody revenge on those who would call him out for his “toothless” affinity for violence, put him underneath the harsh spotlight of scrutiny, and then punish him for it. he hadn’t needed this lesson. he’s aware he doesn’t fit the picture for a certain archetype of rough-and-tumble villain. but that’s not to say that he’s squeamish about all the terrible things one human being can do to another; in fact, he’d say he’s far more infatuated with their concepts than anyone rightly should be, and it’s for the benefit of everyone else around him that he does his best to keep that fact well to himself.
the fire and vinegar that fills him in the moment that he stands up for himself or tries to make another regret how they’d treated him can be exciting and bolstering in the moment, but the consequences have often been so great that he’s learned to second guess himself. sometimes he ends up angry enough that he just doesn’t get to that point, but… here and now, with the injury to his body combined with the injury to his pride, makoto simply wants to retreat and attempt to move on from this.
the arm slung across his shoulder is heavy as obikawa leans onto him, and it elicits a wave of aches and pains from his bruised body, but he finds that he doesn’t so much mind it. the chumminess, the closeness… he is happy to accept that after the violence, grumbling a noncommittal sound as the older man points out the injuries they’d need to attend to on his face. )
…It’s that bad, huh? ( he lifts one hand to his swollen and bleeding lip, frowning. is it going to look worse than how he feels, or does he feel worse than he looks? he feels pretty damn bad.
he shoots obikawa a look. ) I didn’t think they’d have such an issue with me just watching… ( he grumbles as they make their way up the stairs and out of the basement, back towards the rest of the recreation wing. )
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