@Altrince_and_His_Cult_Members, what do you think of this name? XD
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Eh, good enough. XD
So… just those two or are we throwing in some extras for… fun?
XD thanks
Ooh. I dunno, do we want to throw in some extras? It might add a bit more drama…
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Sure! I mean, I don’t think we have to introduce the extras and secondaries, right?
No, probably not. Do we want to do kind of the same plot as before, except not as major?
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That would be best I think. By the way…
We are still keeping it SFW, right?
Well, on the actual chat, yeah. In the pms? I'm not sure, whatever you want.
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I mean, I can do either. Honestly depends on if you’re cool with it. Also, this is very weird talking about this on nb XD
I'm cool with it. And yes, it does XD
Shall we start?
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You know what, forget that XD. I think these two would be better represented as a pair who looks like they would get it on, but never actually do it. You know, a whole lot of fluff with no lemon. Kissing is fine though, right?
Sure!
Ooh, yes. That would be really funny XD. And yeah, it's fine! I'm fine with writing anything, really.
Okee! I can start, unless you have an idea?
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Please start, I have nothing XD
Bringing me back to the Adara and old Aisen days… happy sigh
I knooooooow! They were the best… maybe we could do them again sometime XD…
Just a sec!
The initiation for young Langsuirs, when they come of age, was to rip the heart out of someone they love and eat it. The first taste of blood. They were taught to kill, but before the initiation, killing was not allowed. If there was a death, that Langsuir would be killed by the elders as slowly as possible.
Right now, Emi wished that she could have ripped her own heart out.
She always got out of control when she hadn't had a meal in a while, and today was just not her day. She was hungry, crabby, and everything bothered her. She usually wasn't this picky. Just a few hours ago, she had shredded the couch, over some stupid fight with Aster. She didn't remember what it was about. There had been lots of yelling, and now she was locked outside until she could "improver her mood."
She scowled. Her legs dangled over the edge of the roof, and she considered jumping. But she didn't. It wouldn't kill her, and there was no one for her to land on and crush.
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(… you did not just write that in 4 minutes… right? RIGHT?!)
(I did, actually XD. I mean, right, I didn't. No way.)
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A demon, a feared creature by the human society, was hiding within the crowds. After the fight, Aster did not want to immediately anger her again by showing up. Of course, even if it wasn’t his fault, he was the one who backed away. Mostly because he didn’t feel like it would be beneficial to anyone if he stayed any longer.
And yet, he was forcing himself to not feel anything. No regrets. No worries. But perhaps that was harder than he would’ve expected. He was in the marketplace, a place he’d often visit without a clear reason to. Stopping by the local fruit shop, he went to get, as per usual, a bag of oranges before heading home.
He’d noticed Emi on the roof. Trying to avoid her but… whatever. He looked between the Langsuir and the oranges he had. His mischievous side getting the best of him as he picked up one of the oranges and threw it up to Emi with a speed he knew wasn’t going to harm her.
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(I did, actually XD. I mean, right, I didn't. No way.)
(I envy you… and I thought I type at quite a fast speed ;-;)
Emi, engrossed in her dreams of death, didn't see him coming. She was raising her hand, about to slice her claws into her prey, already half dead, and rip his heart out… when an orange hit her smack in the face.
She scowled and looked down at the demon, murder evident in her face. He was too far away for her to jump from the roof and stab him, but she could dream.
"What was that for?" She asked, picking up the orange and squeezing it in her hand, until it exploded into sweet-smelling mist.
(I'm just motivated. When I have no motivation, I take long time.)
(Also, I have to be fast if I'm going to reply to all of the roleplays I'm in XD)
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(Ah. I see.)
Aster shrugged.
“Thought you seemed lonely,” the demon answered aloud to the roof, peeling one of the remaining oranges and plopping one of the cloves in his mouth. It was clear to him that the Langsuir was still mad and seriously, he shouldn’t have expected any less.
“How long do you plan to stay up there?” He asked, looking up at her. Unlike her, Aster didn’t really care about the fight anymore. Maybe it was because he hated hating people… if that made any sense to anyone at all.
( ¯_(ツ)_/¯)
"I'm never lonely." Emi scowled. "I prefer being alone. Or surrounded by prey, you pick." She wiped her hands off on her shirt and stared down at him. "Well, I'm staying up here until a certain busybody leaves me alone."
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“Well, I’m not moving until you come down,” Aster claimed as he plopped another one of the orange cloves into his mouth, spitting out the seeds onto the grass nearby.
“Your choice,” he regarded with, again, another shrug. He could stay in place for hours and people who knew him, especially Emi, knew this
"Stubborn bastard," she grumbled, pushing herself off the roof and falling three stories down to the ground, landing lightly in a crouch. She stole one of his oranges and peeled it with expert ease, flinging the peels at him with a child-like anger. "I'm going to get some prey. I don't care if I'm not allowed to leave the stupid property. I need real food, and I ain't getting it here."
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Aster turned to her and paused what he was about to speak. He rethought what he was about to say…
“I’m going with you,” he finally said, stepping towards her with his bag of oranges with him. “I need a sanity refill as well,”
"How long do you think it will take for them to notice that we're gone?" Emi asked, finishing the last orange and licking her lips with an exaggerated slowness. "I say about an hour. They know how long I like to pout, and you're supposed to be shopping." She stood and stretched.
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“My bet’s are on an hour and a half since it’s Saturday,” Aster replied, his scleras briefly turning a darkened color. What he wanted was for Emi to forgive him, again, even if it wasn’t his fault. He didn’t have the mind to care or get mad at anyone really, though he may act it.
“So, about four to six victims, depending on how fast you devour them this time,”
"I dunno," Emi said, glancing in the direction of the woods that bordered the property. "I say eight, if they're easy enough to find." Now that there was the prospect of food, she was excited, and could barely think of anything else. "You want any, or are you just going to follow me?"
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Aster shook his head with a soft smile.
“I don’t eat humans, remember? I just absorb their souls and whatnot,” he answered. Looking around the property, it seemed like absolutely no one was near. Their house seemed like a haunted house now which was nice.
“There were some drug addicts in the alleyways by the marketplace if you want those easy kills,”