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genessia2018-04-01 04:31 am
redreigning) wrote in genessia2018-04-01 04:31 am
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LICKITY SPLIT (EASTER EVENT)
( ren wakes up on eggshells. not in a poetic, metaphorical sense - like, there are literally colorful shards sticking to his shirt when he sits up. )
Oh, what the hell...
( he picks them off his sleeve, reaches around to swipe them off his back and his bed. immediately, he's blaming ryuji for this, somehow, and reaching for his phone to let him know he shouldn't instigate prank wars he's not prepared to finish, when another egg catches the corner of his eye. it's small and pink and tucked to the corner of the mini-fridge. there's another on the microwave. and another on the end table. ryuji could never be quiet enough to put all these here. who did this. )
Never boring in this place, is it.
( dryly. for once he's not really amused, and it shows in the way he drags himself up to investigate. he starts collecting the eggs one by one, gathering them carefully in the crook of his arm. it's annoying but he has to admit whoever painted them has a good eye, they're bright and speckled and he'd appreciate them more if they hadn't been used to trash his room. there's one egg that gives him pause though, colored differently from the rest, bold reds and blacks that he blinks at before delicately touching with the tip of his finger.
in an instant, the eggs he's collected are tumbling from his hold. a startled gasp cuts halfway out of his throat at the surge of electricity that rips up the length of his arm. he blacks out, just for a moment, and when he comes to, his vision is blurred but working just enough to make out a shape that saunters out of the room. he might just be dizzy, but it looked...awfully familiar. )
[ ooc: ren has been split in two for the remainder of the event! essentially, he's been boiled (heh) down to moe!ren or f#@kboi!ren. if you prefer to interact with moe flavor, please denote with a white heart (♡) in the subject line or black heart (♥) for nasty crimeboy flavor (ew why), otherwise i will choose randomly. also, i was too lazy to write an open setting ┐(‘～`；)┌ so if you could also list the setting you'd like to interact in ( examples: genessia/action, nova/fortuna palace/action, send him a text, etc) in the subject line, i'll personalize a small starter for us with that info (or if you'd like to do the starter BE MY GUEST LMF--). lastly, please note that the (♥) option will draw from "bad ending" ren personality and may refer to heavy spoilers without warning. ren will only barely remember fragments of all this after the event concludes, so go wild. ]
Oh, what the hell...
( he picks them off his sleeve, reaches around to swipe them off his back and his bed. immediately, he's blaming ryuji for this, somehow, and reaching for his phone to let him know he shouldn't instigate prank wars he's not prepared to finish, when another egg catches the corner of his eye. it's small and pink and tucked to the corner of the mini-fridge. there's another on the microwave. and another on the end table. ryuji could never be quiet enough to put all these here. who did this. )
Never boring in this place, is it.
( dryly. for once he's not really amused, and it shows in the way he drags himself up to investigate. he starts collecting the eggs one by one, gathering them carefully in the crook of his arm. it's annoying but he has to admit whoever painted them has a good eye, they're bright and speckled and he'd appreciate them more if they hadn't been used to trash his room. there's one egg that gives him pause though, colored differently from the rest, bold reds and blacks that he blinks at before delicately touching with the tip of his finger.
in an instant, the eggs he's collected are tumbling from his hold. a startled gasp cuts halfway out of his throat at the surge of electricity that rips up the length of his arm. he blacks out, just for a moment, and when he comes to, his vision is blurred but working just enough to make out a shape that saunters out of the room. he might just be dizzy, but it looked...awfully familiar. )
[ ooc: ren has been split in two for the remainder of the event! essentially, he's been boiled (heh) down to moe!ren or f#@kboi!ren. if you prefer to interact with moe flavor, please denote with a white heart (♡) in the subject line or black heart (♥) for nasty crimeboy flavor (ew why), otherwise i will choose randomly. also, i was too lazy to write an open setting ┐(‘～`；)┌ so if you could also list the setting you'd like to interact in ( examples: genessia/action, nova/fortuna palace/action, send him a text, etc) in the subject line, i'll personalize a small starter for us with that info (or if you'd like to do the starter BE MY GUEST LMF--). lastly, please note that the (♥) option will draw from "bad ending" ren personality and may refer to heavy spoilers without warning. ren will only barely remember fragments of all this after the event concludes, so go wild. ]