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Post by Tulf on Jul 23, 2015 16:14:10 GMT
”What an awful day… I wanted to sleep in longer, too…”It was truly a dismal day for Vivian – a storm outside, a chill throughout the bar and its makeshift home upstairs, and shade coating even the windows… all lovely weather for slacking off and curling up to a nice manga, ruined by having to actually work! As if they’d even get a customer! The succubus was furious at the thought alone; what a waste of wonderful weather. But alas, while the lady cuddled up in her futon on the floor of her (un)lucky friend’s would-be living room, her occupation awaited… hmph, it was hardly her own job! She was a badass enforcer of the Magician’s Guild… this waitress business was just a petty duty to keep Camille satisfied! And the bugger who’d gotten her stuck with this awful shift to begin with… Well, at least it was a quiet job. An easy job, more to the point. The bar was only open a day or two a week, depending on the season, and its usual crowd were just supernatural folks who used it as a sort of pit-stop while using the local spiritual path into the city. Thankfully, that meant they usually had stories to tell – but on the other hand, trying to handle all the less human races could be a mess of its own. They did their best, of course, but… work was annoying. As much as Vivian liked people as a succubus, she also disliked being distracted from her own hobbies… Rolling over under the purple-patterned blanket, Vivian glanced at her clock (technically an alarm clock, but alarms were not tolerated in her presence) – 1:48 PM; still at least an hour early by her standards. What a pain… still, they’d have to open eventually or she’d get another scolding from the geriatric again. With a loud groan, the succubus dragged herself into her regular routine; throwing on her white dressing gown for modesty’s sake before loudly trudging her way into the bathroom. Thank goodness she wasn’t in her true form, at least… that’d need at least another hour or two in order to make her grandiose hair look proper. On a good day, she could leave herself in a mess until she thought she ought to treat Camille or whatever other charming visitor flew in, but today… work called. Thankfully, Vivian didn’t take too long to reclaim her glory from the realm of bed hair – even in her human form, she looked mighty fine, if she could say so herself. For today she could leave her moisturising and shampooing rituals alone, at least; so it was just a matter of cleaning up her hair and making her skin look a little more fine… plus a little blush and lipstick, maybe a hint of eyeliner… and, of course, a bow on top! Casting herself a little wink, the succubus was satisfied for now – but then came the greater trial of clothing and accessorising… ugh, it was a hard life… well, at least she was in good shape for now; she wasn’t feeling too… ‘hungry’. Though, admittedly she wasn’t really above overindulging a bit. ”Caaaaammmmy! Come and get me my morning coffee, mon plaisir quotidien~” crooned the blonde as she set about preparing her outfit for the day; newly neatened hair now bouncing along with her flowing steps – it wouldn’t be right to be wearing her uniform for the Guild for her job, after all… something more exotic was in order. And the maid outfit was so droll for this sort of stuff, so… humph, she would have to get Camille’s opinion. Maybe they could coordinate? Ah, it would be too wonderful to get to dress him up too, but he was such a slippery devil when it came to that sort of matter! Huff, one day… any day, now… fufufu. Maybe she ought to just get assertive… For the moment, Vivian just slumped in the living room of sorts – could it even be called that anymore? While it shared the refined laminated timber floors of the rest of the building, and looked as lovingly built and cared for as the rest of the architecture; its furniture and cleanliness certainly set it apart from the comparative serenity of the bathroom and bedroom that were set aside. Even the bar below seemed neater. Stacks of manga, DVDs and game cases were left in clusters near the grandiose television that towered over the room – only dwarfed by the range of consoles and other electronics below it, not to mention their mess of wires and other gadgets. It was a beautiful thing to wake up to, honestly – usually someone was up early (well, by Vivian’s standards) to play something nice to watch or listen to. To their credit, the room was unlike most mancaves in the matter of hygiene – courtesy of Camille’s hard work and Vivian’s insistence there was at least only a minority of snack packaging and empty drinks around, and only a stain or two in sight… albeit unsettlingly pink ones, but at least there was only a few! The couch that dominated the centre of the room was well-loved and well-looked after; with similar reverence to the convoluted-looking remote that laid in wait upon it. Despite its use and title, there was at least a touch of feminine charm around the room; mostly courtesy of their usual guest, Pravati… however, it was just as offset by the mess of souvenirs and novelties that clustered in corners… and then, finally; there was the bastion of feminine charm that was where Vivian slept by one of the room’s sizable window –, a purple heart-print blanket over a plush futon, a little lamp and a stack of suspect reading materials, her beloved grimoire… home sweet home. Setting herself down on the room’s couch in her dressing gown while she waited for her (un)lucky roommate to come at her beck and call (or so she seemed to expect…), Vivian turned the television on with idle interest – thankfully someone had left a DVD at hand, so she didn’t have to tolerate any awful news. The home was soon blessed with the gentle roar of j-pop nonsense and blinding colours as the opening to some magical girl show played; sweeping over the drowsy succubus in a wave of sweet relief. Admittedly, it was booming a bit loud… if Camille was trying to top her sleeping habits, then he probably wouldn’t last much longer – but, it was nothing for her to be worried about! Rule 18 of the Mancave: No complaining about the volume. If someone does complain, turning the sound up loud enough to drown them out is justified.
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Post by Roasted Suffering on Jul 24, 2015 3:20:33 GMT
It was a stormy day, though even more storm-like in nature was the wild tapping of buttons that could be softly heard under the covers. He recalled the combinations in his head: 6HS, D, J, S, HS, JC, S, HS, 2363HS, or is it...? Though finishing the combo with a Vapor Thrust would be...
A bit of random trivia. Rule 29 of the Mancave: If one seeks to slumber in the mancave, they must come prepared with their own personal futon; just as we are not responsible for your whining when we beat you at video games, we are not responsible for where you sleep. And directly behind one of the two main landmarks of the room - that big, lovable couch - was exactly that. The blue-black striped futon that Camille had currently established base under, currently losing himself in a fighting game; honestly, he missed his old plainer futon, but enough pestering from a certain fashion-maniac led to him replacing it with something slightly more vibrant. Numerous portable devices lay scattered around it, just asking to be stepped on -- though trying so would not be advised.
Thunder crackled outside the drab window, and his bubbly inmates' steps rumbled loudly they as made their way to the bathroom; but even through all that distraction, the tapping continued relentlessly. The time? There was no physical alarm clock surrounding the young bartender, though the digital clock on his PSP indicated as much: 13:48 in thick numbers. The bar would be forced to open up soon. Thankfully, Camille was very much prepared for the day ahead, having spent a good few hours of the night preparing his bartender suit, as well as restocking the drinks. Not that there was much to restock in the first place: being a private bar with the purpose as basically a checkpoint for those of the magical community, there wasn't really many hours required to work there, nor were there many visitors. In that respect, it could be thought of as quite the serene and relaxing abode---
”Caaaaammmmy! Come and get me my morning coffee, mon plaisir quotidien~”
---or perhaps not.
The voice radiated from the bathroom, the source being a certain extravagant succubus. What was with her blowing through all these terms of endearment lately? Yesterday she was finishing her sentences with mon carnard, and the day before ma crevette... eventually leading Camille to question just how familiar she was with these expressions. Moving on, the young psychic's button tapping would come to a halt as he would wiggle out of his futon and start for the coffee machine. The warm, bitter liquid would quickly top Vivian's signature mug (which was, unsurprisingly, pink), and hoping she'd notice it when she stormed back in, Camille would neatly place it at the room's window-sill before retreating back behind the couch.
Footsteps echoed back into the room, followed by a *plop*. A loud noise soon started up and rattled at Camille's ears, presumably resonating from the TV. J-pop; it was loud, and catchy at that. Is she...? Turning around, the young psychic peeked his eyes out from behind the couch. Twirling about on the massive, flashing screen was what seemed to be a pink-haired elementary school girl clad in a frilly outfit, carrying a bright smile that made it quite clear she had yet to figure out how terrible the world was; and Vivian's eyes were glued to it. Yeah, she is. Camille would likely be a tidbit more bewildered if this was the first time, but the sight of a succubus like her indulging in hobbies such as these had long since cemented in his eyes. Well, not that he could talk when it came to hobbies, anyway...
Using the distracting noise of the TV as a cue, Camille crawled for the door, attempting to exit the room; morning thoughts - or considering these two's messy sleep patterns, emotions occurring soon after awakening - were typically quite troublesome to Camille. For a quick example, as Vivian had entered the room from the bathroom just then, he could of sworn his empathy flashed him an image of a cross-dressing boy. Thus, he decided he'd scurry out before anything escalated. He was confident he would be able survive the boredom for a bit while outside of the mancave. His rightful companion, his PSP, was already at his side after all; and he still needed to groom himself up for the day and grab the suit he had left downstairs. He'd be able to do all that! Now, if he could just slip by without her noticing...
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Post by Tulf on Jul 24, 2015 4:28:20 GMT
Taking a moment to tear herself away from the ridiculous outfits and mix of sparkles and bubbles that dominated the television before her, Vivian noticed the carefully placed coffee – all the way over at the window sill… ugh! That was like four metres away! A-And it was cold, too! Camille…! Giving a huff, the lady accepted her fate and waltzed over to her precious mug; taking a long and overdramatic sip from the refreshing bitter elixir… ah, wait. Then where was dear Cammy? The succubus glanced around in confusion for a moment, but soon settled her gaze back upon the television… so pretty! She loved those outfits! While Camille’s gambit almost paid off, the tiny creak of the door failed him once again – as if either of the mancave’s denizens would ever bother to oil the old thing. Immediately glancing across, the poor boy was spotted; being treated to a particularly smug smirk given his current position. ”Well, well, well. Look who thought he can slink out like some sort of snake in the morning. I’m not letting you get away that easy, darling… especially not after what happened yesterday! I never lose five-nil! You cheated!” snapped Vivian, quickly descending from her usual classy (or maybe just old?) demeanour to restrained fury. Darting over before the crawling Camille could hope to get to his feet in any kind of hurry, the succubus gently placed a foot on his back to hold him down. ”How could you even think about abandoning your poor Vivi, anyway? Now, be a dear and help me out – I need an idea for an outfit! Unless you’d like me to work in my underwear?” mused Vivian, folding her arms rather deliberately under her chest; ”What do you think; a sweater and thigh-highs oooorrr a two-piece suit?””There’s no wrong answer when it comes to me, of course…but, I like to hear from my dear Cammy sometimes! You’ve got some good taste under all those mouldy old hoodies of yours.” added the lady in what could be argued to be an affectionate manner; but the foot she was still resting on the boy’s back was sort of undermining that – it’d only get worse as she glanced back at the television, unconsciously shifting her weight further onto her unwilling footrest. ”Oh, ugh! Who was watching this episode before, sheesh? This one’s just full of angst… the best one is the early one with the tall girl’s introduction; whatshername!”
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Post by Roasted Suffering on Jul 24, 2015 21:23:17 GMT
Camille's fate was inevitable... The door creaked as it always did, and the young bartender's heart sunk as he heard Vivian's voice snap at him from across the room. He'd been labelled a snake by her a few times for his tendency to crawl and slither about, but in this scenario, he could be likened more to a mouse. A blue-furred, woefully unfortunate mouse.
He wanted to retaliate to her accusations, but nearing the end of her speech, he felt Vivian's current emotional state dangerously flashing from pink to violet, interrupting his thoughts and bringing a halt to his action. What was with everything to do with her being pink, anyway? The mental hue he read off of her was pink, her belongings were all pink, even that wall stain next to the door - which Camille had no recollection of being there last night, but suspected it likely had something to do with Vivian - was pink. Well, she was a succubus, but still -- it'd be nice if she could adopt a plainer color as her preference, really; the bright colors were just too flashy and didn't fare well for Camille's light-sensitive shut-in eyes.
In fairness, her cheating claim could be considered half-true. In a rather salty mood last night, Camillle ended up spending their entire fighting game contest beating her naive character sprite up with what was essentially that particular game's joke character; despite the fighter's ridiculous appearance - an inhumanly lanky man wearing a flamboyant suit and a paper bag concealing his face - he was able to stretch his body in impossible directions, which combined with the giant scalpel he uses as a weapon, allowed for both ridiculous damage and range. This made playing him quite... unfair, to say the least. He was also full of crazy, unpredictable tricks. For example, a move where he disappeared into a blanket, promptly teleporting in front of the target inside of a door frame (presumably from the nth dimension) and opening said door in their face. With all of this in mind, it's understandable that this try-hard succubus would be in quite the fury about her loss, even the morning after. Though Camille was having none of it! Bearing the continuous flashes of color that assaulted him, he attempted to slip through the gap in the door... to freedom!
"Ack..."
It hurt to be hopeful in this living environment. A foot planted on his crawling back, the young bartender grunted as he was firmly held down. His hands managed to support him and keep his body from being crushed into the laminated timber. Obviously, Camille was not very happy with his development, but considering her current mood, complaining would likely make things much worse for him. So silently, he resolved that he'd bide his time and await a chance to escape.
Outfits, and she needed his help. This wasn't the first time the succubus had went on about this, and she'd been getting more and more troublesome about it with time, as well... but thankfully, Camille had a trump card of sorts! By simply sneaking a glance at the succubus after she posed the troublesome question, Camille's amazing psychic ability managed to envision hints of an ideal answer in his head, and learn the exact thing she wanted to hear... with him cringing quite visibly at the results that flashed in his head. Lord, this wasn't PG-friendly. There was no way he could say this. He'd have to just avoid appeasing her too much and give Vivian a neutral comment; not that appeasing her generally brought much good to Camille, anyway. "A-as long as it isn't the maid outfit you tried on last time or something else ridiculous, anything you wear should be fine. I mean -- even if it is a private bar, making some sort of revenue would make your boss happy, right? In that respect, I think it's less about looking exotic and more about not intimidating the visitors, haha... uwah!?" Back pushed even further down, Camille's cheek smothered the floor as the one pinning him turned her attention to the TV. What a devil... "Also, stop calling it moldy; you know how long I've been with that hoodie!"
Vivian's remarks on the show made it quite clear that the DVD was his. "It's not that angsty," Camille mumbled to himself; having heard this argument over internet forums many times before, comments like this agitated him. Since when did something being dark automatically mean it's angsty, anyway? Humph... "Ahh, so you like Mami? Well, she does seem like your type... there's this certain plot twist you'll lose your head over la--..." realizing he was reaching spoiler territory, he quickly shut his mouth. Personally, Camille was more aligned towards the stoic, dark-haired one; though he knew Vivian would probably be on his case about it if he told her, so he kept the fact to himself.
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Post by Tulf on Jul 25, 2015 9:37:47 GMT
Vivian’s pink aura would calm as her irritation wore off a bit as closed in on Camille; waning as it settled into the steady sense of smugness she usually wore – satisfied succubus superiority; to the tune of a lovely pink hue. Noticing his hesitance, though; the lady’s brow furrowed – his neutral answer didn’t help too much either, though at least it didn’t dig his grave any deeper. ”Tsk… just the sort of answer you’d give, right? Hmph! You have to find fun somewhere with a garbage job like this! If I can’t intimidate customers, then what’s the point? I’m a succubus, anyway! I ought to be out eating people or giving enigmatic advice or something!”Giving a sharp sniff of derision, particularly at Camille’s paltry defence of his old hoodie, Vivian continued her little show of dominance – for what it was worth… her prey wasn’t exactly hard to push around in the first place. But, she had to make sure he knew what was going on! Especially after she got embarrassed last night… j-just because she was bad with corner combos. She hadn’t played that game enough, damn it! And bringing out that nuisance for five rounds, what an ass! Just because she only played one character didn’t mean he could just stick to one… he’d played more! Probably! Damn him! ”And shut up about that silly show! I’m not the one who’s been watching it… it was probably Pravati or you; I don’t care. I just like the pretty colours. And the busty girl.” huffed Vivian, grinding her foot down a bit to make her point clear… but thankfully, she eventually eased off; standing back on her own two feet. ”You didn’t really answer my own question, so I’ll just do it myself… sweater and thigh-highs it is! I’m sure you’ll enjoy it… ohohoh, do you think I should wear a skirt? Or should I just wear one of those long-rimmed sweaters and make it more… exciting?”Vivian gave a thoughtful sigh as she considered how she was going to go about her outfit, turning away from the boy beside her… only to then sit straight down on his back; still intent on not letting him escape. Thankfully, the succubus’s human guise wasn’t as heavy as her true form with the lack of wings and horns and so forth, but admittedly all those sweets she ate had to go somewhere. And no prizes for guessing where given her figure; as Camille was probably recognising in his current situation. ”Hmph. Then, that leaves what we should do with you…first of all, you’re definitely not going downstairs in that outfit; not to mention smelling like you are right now! I think you need a touch-up from the professional… fufufufu… do you like vanilla or roses more, ma puce~?”
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Post by Roasted Suffering on Jul 27, 2015 10:37:52 GMT
E-eating people? Camille was no expert on the subject, but he was relatively sure Vivian's kind didn't do that -- at least, the only things this lady seemed to consume were sweets and excessive amounts of escapist media. Even so, following the utterance of the keyword "eating", Camille tensed his eyes shut, very much hoping that his power wouldn't be kind enough to treat him to images of cannibalism; though thankfully, nothing too disturbing invaded his senses. Barring one thing.
A desolate field. A large excavation in the earth; mounds of dirt piled up on one side, an empty coffin sitting on the other... hold on, how was that at all relevant? This wasn't some dark envisioning of Camille's future, was it?
"Look, the point is: if you intimidate them enough, you're probably going to get us fired. So just put on something modest, could you...?" his floor-obstructed cheek stretching out to form a blatantly false smile, Camille continued his attempts at compromising with Vivian -- yielding depressing results. He used "intimidate". though Camille was personally more concerned about her gathering the wrong attention. Perhaps trying to convince a succubus of all things to be "modest" was a bit short-sighted of him, but considering his despairing recollection of the embarrassment Vivian created with the ridiculous fashion she'd posed in during some of their previous shifts, could the young bartender be blamed for wanting her to wear something slightly more normal?
The treatment would only get worse and worse for Camille... leading him to wonder whether his stomping with the paper-bag man the night previous was really that intense. First came the foot grind at his back, which was more overkill than killing a grunt enemy with a rocket launcher; then the further disparaging of a TV show he liked; now, courtesy of her further teasing, the empath had flashing pink sweaters corroding his senses and blinding his retinas -- rimmed ones at that. That's fine, but just keep a skirt on, please! You're already catching the eyes of enough suspicious old men as it is!
In the state he was now, Camille was half-tempted to just get the portable out of his pocket and play it in her face; sadly, knowing her current state, that satisfaction would not last very long as she'd likely just end up snatching it right off of him. Although, another form of chance had opened up for him. With the foot leaving his back, he could finally...
Or so he thought it would be that easy. "F-fa..." the young bartender murmured in dread as a colossal weight prepared for landing, on him. There was no way his back would survive this; his spine would probably shatter on impact or something. He had to move, fast! So by somehow utilizing every athletic bone in that rusty cog-machine of a body he had, he attempted to pull himself out of the way -- managing to perform a ridiculously lame sideways roll to avoid the foe's trajectory by some miracle. Surely, the stars were watching this feat; or maybe fate was just making it up to him for all his previous bad luck. Following the loud thump as the girl hit the floor, Camille scuttered out the room like a wild deer, making little time for Vivian's last dangerous comments. "I like morning privacy!" he shouted as he slipped through the door and to freedom, though how ironic those words sounded...
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Post by Tulf on Jul 27, 2015 17:08:02 GMT
Giving just a shrug in response to Camille’s explanation; Vivian seemed to resign to her compatriot’s complaints – although it wasn’t enough of a distraction to regain her attention after she stood up… and sat now. With her cushion out of the way, the succubus sat down on hard wood floor with an audible thunk; cringing in pain for a moment before bolting upright again. And her prey had escaped, too! With a growl and a grunt, Vivian stood back… blasted boy! Caaaaammy! ”Just you wait, Cammy! I’ll trounce you in tonight’s game!”Huffing and fuming, the succubus admitted defeat – for now! Leaving the boy to his own fussing about his looks and such-like, Vivian just decided to change in the living room… well, he was taking the bathroom assumedly, and it wasn’t like there was anyone around, s-so it would be okay. A-Ah, but since when did a succubus care about modesty?! She was supposed to be more tough than this… at least she’d stick to her plans a little bit. The lady’s dress was at least reasonably modest, by succubus standards – however, the purple rimmed sweater and the black thigh-high stockings remained… albeit thankfully with a purple skirt as well. A bit short, but… the thought was there. Admittedly, her bow stuck out a bit now; but it was a worthy sacrifice for the rest of her illustrious look! Camille would still have plenty to complain about given how her figure fit her outfit, so it would be a bit of revenge. A start, at least… now, the next blow! Like a boxer, she had to whittle down her foe with punch after punch, and then…! To add a second blow, Vivian darted over to the sacred fridge of the mancave – she was going to do it. Rule 19 of the Mancave: It is always acceptable to eat or drink anything that is available in the fridge… unless the Mancave’s owner has called dibs on it. She was the owner, right? So, she could do whatever the hell she wanted! First, that custom cola can Camille bought ages back that said ‘Share a Dew with Miku’, then that MMO-themed chocolate bar, and his Playstation-themed cup! Ahahahah! Weapons in hand, the succubus marched downstairs to the bar… Thankfully, the place was still closed. Even the windows were all still shut for their photo-sensitive occupant, although given the weather outside it wasn’t a real worry even for Camille. Glancing around as she waited for her victim, Vivian gently sat up on one of the old wooden bar stools, idly spinning her cup in circles… she couldn’t open it until Camille was around! In the meantime, she’d just have to drink in the old place’s atmosphere while it was still quiet… it was almost better than the popular modern places when it was this serene. She almost felt merciful… hahah, as if. ”Oh, Miku-chan, this will be a special moment for us both…”
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Post by Roasted Suffering on Aug 19, 2015 7:28:34 GMT
Perhaps Vivian had given up at this point, as the rest of the escape went without a hitch. Sighing in relief, Camille shut the bathroom door behind him and dragged his body to the sink, glancing at the mirror embedded in the paste-white tile design. What stared back at him was a pitiful sight. Fortunately, his bed hair wasn't as bad as it could have been, but it still hindered his ability to be taken seriously; it remained neat for the most part, but as if forced up by some magic, a small section of hair jutted out at the top, sticking up like a blue leaf. His clothes were... well, the succubus always complained, but Camille didn't think it was that bad -- and he'd be changing into the suit soon, anyway. A tar-black shirt and grey tracksuit bottoms, fit perfectly for the occasion of staying indoors and doing nothing productive. Nothing at all wrong with that! Actually, there was a lot wrong with that... "Shut up, brain," the young man mumbled to himself. He washed his face like a zombie, smothering his hands with soap aimlessly as the running water slowly brought life to his groggy frame. The bar would open in less than an hour, but more importantly, what MMO events were on today? Camille recalled there being a fishing event, a hunting event, and a race. He could probably afford have to skip the first two because of his job, but the race... surely he'd be able to sneak out the bar for a little bit. It wouldn't be terribly difficult to pull off on a---crackle---day like this. After brushing his teeth, Camille was reminded by himself yet again that the outfit he needed to don was in the bar, so out of the bathroom and to the bar he went. Aquamarine. As he descended the stairs connecting from the hallway, the old wooden steps creaked in a way that evoked the fear that the entire staircase would collapse at any moment. It was scary sound, but scary enough that one gets used to it fast. He reached the bottom and saw--- Virtual idol. The pink hue gave him no doubt that it was Vivian; but why was she here earlier than him? Maybe she had come to apologize for almost crushing him? No, that would be a miracle beyond miracles. "Ahh, Vivi... you don't have to be here yet, you know. There's still some time before we start." At the moment, she was perched on a stool on the other side of the counter, idling around like someone waiting to be served. But something was amiss... that grin. It was about ten percent more mischievous than usual. With a grin like that, she looked more about a criminal ready to steal than some customer. Or could it be... He looked down at the counter and saw--- ...that she had already stolen? The young man's vision grew hazy. His ears deafen as a sad melody resounds in his head. Printed on the custom-cola can that sat on the bar counter was a hair shade of aquamarine he recognized well, complimented by a pair of teal eyes he recognized well. 'Have a Dew with Miku'. "..."---He reached out for the can.
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Post by Tulf on Aug 24, 2015 14:16:11 GMT
Camille’s mumbled advice just entertained Vivian further, but she refrained from comment – best to savour the surprise. She just listened carefully for the boy’s approach… just a few more moments now! She’d just reach forward as he got close, and flick open the ca- what? Waving her head back and forth in confusion, the succubus would look like a right idiot as her hand met nothing but air. The thief had been out thieved?! What kind of joke was this?! Twirling on her rump on the stool, she’d round on her poor roommate and the can he was now nursing – curse that brat and his stupidly quiet movement! His presence was as unremarkable as his life! And his skills in fighting games! ”Hey, hey! You, you! I don’t like your girlfriend! No way, no way! I think you need a new one!” sung Vivian, waving a scolding finger at the boy as she stood up; ”She’s like, so whatever; you could do, so much better; I think we should get together now…!”Seeming satisfied with her musical interlude, the blonde would dart closely around Camille and snake a hand around his waist – albeit only to reach out and snag the bottom of his beloved can in order to steal it right back. ”Now, Miku and I are going to have some time alone… you wouldn’t treat her so badly as to keep her away from a lover who can satisfy her properly, right?” teased the succubus incessantly; gently tilting the boy's head to face her own smug visage.
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Post by Roasted Suffering on Sept 29, 2015 6:21:11 GMT
Having obtained his dear beverage, Camille spun around and embraced it like a mother reuniting with their child. The fact that he had retrieved and secured the safety of something precious filled him with a flutter of temporary happiness. The can was cold, and reminded him of home upstairs in the disgustingly-messy room that smelled like empty sweet wrappers. As his eyes lost themselves in the refined, limited-edition texture of the can and the sunny Miku printed across it, the joy in them would slowly fade - and what replaced it was a fire of hatred. His gaze shifted to the MMO-themed chocolate bar and his Playstation cup, those of which had also been stolen - then back to the smuggubus, his face masking a rankled frown. If it were anything else, the blue bartender believed he would be able to stomach this pugnacious blonde today, especially considering he was the one who wronged her first; but this was embezzlement - embezzlement to the highest degree, worthy of capital punishment! It'd be wrong not to take action after this. Perhaps he'd just play single-player games for the next week, heh. And those trips to store when she's too lazy? What if he... No, he couldn't. Even if the demons in his heart wished him to, he could not let the spiral of hate continue, especially not when it was with her. To cease this destruction, there must be a mediator - and while Camille himself would likely not be the mediator, the least he could do is stop himself from inadvertently burning down a pub or two in the calamity. More importantly, it seemed he was about to be jumped. This battle would not turn out like before, though. The succubus may have possessed superior strength, but Camille had an ace up his sleeve! Eyes strained on her frame, he clutched his precious can determinedly and assumed a wacky defensive stance. If it was for Miku, he was ready. "E-eh...?"She opened her mouth and pointed. Something like lyrics began to fill the bar. Camille's vision flashed a vigorous pink, his stance destroyed. Oh christ. He had experienced this before; her voice wasn't bad, but every word that escaped her mouth was impossibly out of tune - it was equivalent to coming across a singing bird that somehow barks instead of tweets. And to add to that, the singing content was... "Stop! This is no time for a musical interlude!" he hollered, lowering his head and supporting it with a hand while continuing to keep the can close. He shook wildly in an attempt to harness his astounding dislike towards early-2000s american pop music. "Please stop! In the name of---"Caught at a terrible timing, Camille staggered backwards as he was loomed in upon. The can almost fell into the opposition's grasp, but at the last moment, he managed to gather enough to strength to yank it back; the result was what would seem to be a very silly-looking tug of war. The intensity of his frown reached its peak as the blonde tilted his chin and said something almost as ridiculous as her conduct. "You're not going to satisfy anyone when you sing like that! Just give it back, you pop-spouting truculent!"
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Post by nommyuks on Oct 28, 2015 22:07:20 GMT
Storms... as children we adored these natural occurrences primarily for their capability to cancel school days, but this was only after the popularity of in-door gaming primarily through video game consoles. But, as we grew older, we came to dislike them the majority of time after recognizing the disaster they brought while transcending up the moral latter to think of others. The ubiquitous versions of these storms still remain virulent as experienced every day or two who drive vehicles. Crashes and accidents. Even that grandiose truck on the street that, like any truck, held a multitude of immense objects in its trunk, could not solely rely on its power and near monster height. Truly, how could an adult really even like these storms? The blue rubber sheet trying to cover an object in the trunk reflected the struggle, whipping all about violently. “But none of that even matters!” A vigorous howl came from that sheet, protesting against the world for having to deal with pelting rain and algid winds. Yet, it could not pierce the heavy downpour that drowned all sound outside. In fact, that appeared to be the last thing it would attempt. Not too long after the blue sheet suddenly whipped back from the overpowering winds, flying off to nothing. What a sha—W-w-wait! That was my blue sheet! It was not covering an object, but me all along! You thought it was going to be a motor or stack of wood, but it was just me—Party Parvati! Feel the Parvati Powa— “Achoo!” Like with how rain does to everything and anything, it smothered my exuberance in being discovered like a Pokemon on that Nintendo 64 safari game. But, worst of all… “My haaaaiiiiirrrrrr!!!!” Now that the sheet was gone, all I was doing was sitting on my butt getting wet! Truly, this is a fate too cruel for an ogre as adorable as myself! But how did the Party get into such an incorrigible position to begin with!? Do not worry, Parvati is here! Pushing a pair of smudged sunglasses (found in the trunk as a glasses supplement) onto my nose, I continued to try to comfort myself through self-entertainment and pity. INSTRUCTOR PARVATI ACTIVATED. Y’hear, y’hear! After phoning my friends while in Galveston I had to find a means of transportation to be able to get to my destination up north to where they live. Alas, I could not satisfy myself with the convenience of a car or even a plane due to either my height or my lack of money. Thereby, I had to sneak into the cargo of several trains in order to get myself through the states, and once I reached the city where V.V. and Cammy lived in, I had to hitchhike for a ride. Thankfully, my cuteness managed to get to someone’s heart eventually! Of course, I could only fit in the back of a truck. To my dismay, today had become a stormy one as I made my way to the bar. But, y’hear! I was almost there, y’hear! So, everything was going to work out just fine, nyowa~ ✰! Indeed, it would not take very long for me to finally reach my destination, merely hopping out of the truck and rushing to the door in hope that it was already open. After all, they should have opened by now if my memory serves me right! So, with desperation in my eyes, I knocked on my door, but perhaps my incorrigible mood made me incapable of properly managing my strength. I mean, doors did not normally rattle like snake tails, right? Though, Parvati’s ignorance did not show itself just with the door, but also with the possible situation of whoever is inside that is looking at the front door. Because of the weather and the lazy duo’s tendency to have improper lighting for their midnight crashes, the ogre’s appearance could not be made out very well. Not to mention that her obscene height made her look even more intimidating and dangerous. For unintended added affect, she groaned out the names of the two individuals inside of the bar. “Viiiiivviiaannn… Caaammmiiileeee….! Open the dooooorrr!!” Of course, creepiness cannot be left out without a woman’s sobbing!
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Post by Tulf on Nov 12, 2015 0:16:46 GMT
Giggling incessantly as Camille reacted so wildly to her little performance, Vivian finally let go of her roommate’s girlfriend as he staggered back; enjoying herself too much to compete too much more – she’d win by psychological warfare, instead! ”Ahahaha! I’m incredible, right? Look at you, shaking in bliss! Admit it, you’re head-over-heels for the mysterious heroine, V. V.!” cheered the succubus with obnoxious glee; letting her supposed success pour over her, ”You may have Miku now, but I’ll just have you instead! How about now, huh? Do you wanna pounce on darling V. V.? Do you think you can handle that? Ahahaha, you’re jus-“A new brand of thunder echoed from the door and interrupted the girl in the midst of her tirade; making her jump with a little squeak – damn it! She’d lost her ground already! However, her worries about her image were quickly forgotten as the door shuddered and thundered from an unseen assailant… the weather wasn’t that bad, was it? Sending worried glances in Camille’s direction, Vivian decided to be the better man in the situation and slowly began to creep over to the door… “Viiiiivviiaannn… Caaammmiiileeee….! Open the dooooorrr!!”The poor blonde just jolted yet again; managing to go airborne for a good second before falling back onto the floor. T-This was just like one of those ghost movies! S-So, what did she have to do…? She had to be the cute, maidenly type, right? Or the really competent one! Damn it! Well, there was at least one thing she knew about those movies… ”Caaammmy, answer the door, would you…~?” crooned Vivian, doing her best to keep her voice from trembling – and not doing a very good job of it, admittedly. ”T-Try to be as brash and rash about it as you can… it’ll work out fine, promise! You’ll look oh-so tough!”Glancing back around the room, Vivian scoped out any good hiding spots to watch from – the bar was a bit too obvious, the cupboards were a bit too small, hiding under a table was dumb and embarrassing… looked like she’d have to hide around the corner of the stairs or something. Gingerly walking back away from the door with an awkward smile, she tried to remain as inconspicuous as possible as she slowly fled… her acting still needed a lot of work, despite all her showiness. ”Ahahah, I’ll just be over here, enjoying the weather…”
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Post by Roasted Suffering on Jan 2, 2016 1:51:38 GMT
The bartender's eyes widened at the noise; he took cover behind the counter, hugging along it as he searched for an appropriate weapon. A stentorian force had threatened the atmosphere of the pub, seemingly almost knocking the front door off its hinges and throwing Camille's world into further turbulence. The colours changed with the mood. Notably, the ultra-pink fox that was his roommate had now transformed into a puce badger, slumping down on all fours and crawling about apprehensively.
This wasn't looking good. A knock that loud and dangerous could never be a knock; only a call for violence. Whoever they were, they were after them. Or perhaps, they were after this hub. Likely, it was a hidden organization that even Camille and Vivian didn't know about, so as far as Camille knew... their intentions were a mystery.
The loud noise only persisted. A shrill voice echoed through the door, though with all the background sound, the words could barely be made out. However, with Camille's excellent skills of perception, it wasn't difficult for him to figure out that the voice belonged to a woman and that she had shouted their names. "'Cammy'? So they even know our identities, huh...? Those voodoo bastards... they sure got us pinned," clutching his empty wine bottle that he had smashed against the sink, Camille made a grim face. "I know, Vivi. I'm going. Take care of Miku for me." He nodded at her, signalling to the can left on the counter, his expression solemn as the weather. He didn't want to, but when it was the supernatural after you, Camille knew that it was kill or be killed.
"Whoever they are, I'll tell them... we don't open until half-two."
Cautiously, he approached the door, gripping the wine bottle with two shaking hands. His pupils had constricted into tiny dots, and even his breathing had grown heavy. For the first time in his life, he had truly embraced "fear". This was the difference between video games and reality.
He proceeded to go on one-handed and brought another hand to undo the lock, the barricade lock, the chain, and then squeezed the door knob. At that point, he had grown close enough that he could perceive the enemy's hue; in a manner that was pleasant bordering on pleasantly obnoxious, chocolate brown flashed his vision, leading yet another serious fear to creep up his spine. That aura... could it be...? No... he couldn't afford to lose himself to idle thought. Not here. Right now, the only thing that colour meant to him was that his enemy was about to be in deep ****.
One, two... three!!!
The door fired open, heavy rain blasting through the entrance. Camille prepared himself to strike, only to find himself too aghast to follow it through as he looked at... or rather, upwards towards his assailant.
"Uh..."
The wine glass crashed against the floor.
"Parvati?"
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