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✪ 𝔬𝔬2 ; 𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓 𝖎𝖓 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖈𝖔𝖋𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖘 ✪ closed action & open text

☆♬○♩●♪✧♩　𝒸𝓁ℴ𝓈ℯ𝒹　♩✧♪●♩○♬☆
[ Sleeping had become a regular enjoyment for D since having arrived here. He was actually able to enjoy a plentiful and full rest, rather than sleep with one eye open (more or less) which was the kind he had at home. Additionally, even the bed in the Commonspace was enjoyable, better than the ground, dirt, hay, or couches he was accustomed to. Not that in all of his long years the places he rested did much to the form of his body, after all, he had reparative properties and wouldn’t have to worry about things like that.

It just was nice to be able to enjoy his rest. Furthermore, he enjoyed it these last few nights next to the sound of a beating heart. Gren’s life force thumping away, lulling him into a sleep with a closeness he’s never once allowed himself to feel before. I don’t get to have a life.. Yet, here, in this world, there were far too many reasons to indulge in that very fantasy.

Things were going rather fine, having to navigate what it was to be around someone he wanted to be around for more than a business purpose, acquaintance, or whatever else.. he was trying at least and thus far it seemed to be.. fine.

Yes. Fine.

Until he woke with a start. Amiss was the soft sounds of breath, snores, and heartbeat from Gren and the void dampened a distinct discomfort from the core of horror which had D all but leaping out of the bed and touching at his mouth. Instantly, he noted the weight at his rear and the sight of nine tails swishing about around him with an anxious tick, the fur on his tails responded with piloerection and it went more than just the tails but across his skin as his flesh prickled in fear. D then looked to his hand, where he touched his fangs with, and found they were clean.

He also noted he didn’t feel different as in satisfied, full, or crazed with dark beast’s arousal. In fact, he just felt scared, and different (with the tails). ]

𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙❜𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝕯❓ 𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖌𝖔𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖋 𝖆 𝖓𝖊𝖜 𝖆𝖘𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖑𝖘❓ 𝕴 𝖆𝖑𝖜𝖆𝖞𝖘 𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖜 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖆 𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖋❗
[ Lefty spoke up, without any hint of concern for the fear rolling across D’s flesh. But, it was like the old parasite to tease him rather than to comfort him. ]

Did I… have I? [ He looked at Gren’s lifeless body, afraid for what he might have done while he was sleeping. ]

☆♬○♩●♪✧♩　ℴ𝓅ℯ𝓃　♩✧♪●♩○♬☆

[ After some significant time with Gren, they check the network, together, to see what other changes have occurred.. and when they might find themselves returning to normal. D, for loath of admitting to his own.. changes, opts for text: ]

So, some of us have changed. Any update on this status? Any ideas on what this is about?

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[ Gren was in a hazy dreamscape sitting atop a grassy knoll that overlooked a herd of clucking bats. Their little, black bodies bounced around as they greedily pecked at the earth like chickens. Gren was their shepherd and he hummed softly to them as they fed on a sprinkling of cake crumbs. The melody he hummed sounded like the alphabet song, but every time he reached the letter D the tune would reset to the letter A and he’d hum it all over again. A, B, C, D, A, B, C…

The refrain from the last hummed note echoed off the impenetrable darkness that suddenly swept over the land to engulf everything in black. It was cold and still. It was dead.

Gren stirred at the sound of voices, tugging the blanket up over his shoulders and turning his back to the noise. ]

...If you’re going to whisper sweet nothings to your weird hand do it quietly, please.

[ Gren was still for a moment until the blanket abruptly sailed away from his body, booted off by a flurry of frustrated kicks. He felt so uncomfortable. ]

It will pass. Admittedly this time I've been fortunate and remain my proper race... this time.

[ D tenses at Gren’s voice, it didn’t make any sense. Yet, he also had to take in account that he too changed. He was something different. He was..

a mythological creature. Gren’s state, however, took precedence over whatever was happening, or had happened, to D. The lack of breath and heartbeat was significantly concerning to D and he reached forward just as Gren kicked the sheets off, which startled D’s hand backward. ]

Gren, … Gren. [ Beneath the demanding call there was worry to the way D said his name. ]

You are changed, however?

Best guess? Some sort of cities wide curse.

I'm human again, if that helps. Did you get hit too? Or did you manage to escape it? I think there are a few that manage to not get changed liked everyone else.

No, I just said I hadn't changed.

Oh. My mistake.

You're human?

I'm different.

[Rip just flips over to video with a grin on her features. Just by looking at her, it's not hard to see she's telling the truth. There's color in her cheeks and when she smiles, there's no hint of fangs. Rip was reveling in the fact that she had a beating heart again and could go enjoy the things she couldn't usually.]

Really? How did it affect you? Show me~.

No.

You look human.

[She pouts a little as she stares at his text response and still keeps herself on video. It's amazing just how child like and innocent she can be when stripped of that sensation of being a predator that her usual state brought her. No overwhelming hunger..no predatory instincts. And yet, if she were pressed, Rip would still be very dangerous.]

Why not? You didn't get turned into a skeleton or zomething did you?

[Admittedly, she'd find that just amusing if it were the case.]

Don't make me go und find you again, D. I can still track you down even az a human. It'll just take me a little longer, zhats all.

It seems to me you would have too many other things to do than to worry about what's happened to me.

You mean, like getting drunk finally~?

[Is it really any surprise that getting buzzed without magical blood involved was on her list? The fact that she doesn't need to add blood to anything to consume it is something Rip's been taking full advantage of from the moment the curse hit her.]

Besides, you're my friend zo of course I'm curious to zee how you're affected, just like zhe rest.

[Don't try to argue this D, Rip's already made up her mind on this one. Besides, he still holds her curiosity. Something that definitely wasn't going away anytime soon.]

Bar of your choice, I'll pay. Vat do you say? Ve might finally both be able to get buzzed.

[ The prospect of actually being able to get drunk was incredibly tempting. Especially with the new physiological changes. Being drunk sounded like a really good idea. ]

It's not that big of a change.

[Getting drunk with a friend sounded like an amazing idea to Rip. Besides, if she's going to let herself get drunk without her boys around, she may as well do it with someone she doubts will take advantage of the situation. Something Rip's rather sure D wouldn't do.]

If it's not zhat big of a change, zhen you should haf no issue going to zhe bar vith me. All zhe drink you can handle, my treat. Besides, how often do you zhink ve'll haf a chance to actually get drunk after zhis curse passes?

Lets take advantage of it vhile ve can.

Fine.

We will meet.

[To say she looks pleased might be an understatement as she reads his response.]

Good~! Pick zhe place und I vill meet you zhere.

Hangar Queen, two hours.

[ The space between his brows furrows into a deep trench overflowing with evident frustration. The source of it, however, isn’t as apparent and that in and of itself irritates Gren that much more. He felt uncomfortably… strange and desperately in need of something that he couldn’t quite pinpoint yet. The absence of it irks and unsettles him.

Gren. He groans, finding himself having to concentrate on the breath that propels the sound from his body. He’s manually dragging in air and shoving it out and he soon realizes that if he doesn’t try… it doesn’t happen at all.

The realization stirs him into a sitting position, his elbows propped on his bare thighs and his forehead cradled in the nest of his palms. He remains still, waiting for the involuntary pull and release of air into his lungs. The inaction of his own body becomes that much more apparent to Gren and he begins to rock back and forth as if to ward off the reality. His eyes close, his head tips back, and his hands come to rest on his throat. The onset of anxiety should have had the skin on his neck flushed and thrumming with the beating of his heart, but Gren’s fingertips felt nothing but stillness that grew colder by the second. ]

D… D, there’s something wrong… There’s something really wrong.

[ Gren’s nails begin to bore into the flesh of his neck as if to excavate the baseline functions that he had been deprived of. He doesn’t realize his strength and his fingers easily leave pale, bloodless gouges in his flesh. He continues to rake at the skin. He’s aware of the damage being done, but he doesn’t understand why he can’t feel it. So he rakes and rakes, desperate for the pain that never comes. ]

I'll be zhere.

[She cut the feed and true to her words, two hours later Rip would be walking in. For once she was wearing a coat to combat the cold and the moment she spotted D, she made her way over and slipped the coat off, tossing it into the seat next to her. Beneath it Rip had chosen to wear a low cut black tanktop and a faded pair of jeans. Around her neck was the usual necklace all residents wore along with a silver colored metal chain that ended in a blue glass pendant. There was a matching bracelet on her right wrist.

Though on her left upper arm was a tattoo that couldn't be more than four months old. Beyond that, her hair was done in a braid and it was more than obvious she was human again just by the flush to her pale skin and the fact that she smelled alive again. The beating of her heart being a surprising comfort to her after being without it for so long.]

Glad you decided to see zhings my vay.

Edited 2018-10-22 07:02 (UTC)

[ D’s there in an instant, pulling Gren’s hands back from his neck and his own breath wild and uncontrolled. His face expresses what he doesn’t say: Stop it, don’t do that.. don’t hurt yourself. Despite the hurt being something amiss this action, as evidenced for the lack of response to what Gren’s doing to himself. D’s knees set on the bed, the indent of the mattress is more than just the weight of his knees but also the heaviness of each tail that steadies around him, keeping him balanced and acting almost independently or automatically to provide him with a comfortable response to his new position.

He pulls down Gren’s hands and he looks to his partner with a throbbing guilt stabbing at his heart with each pump of blood. ]

Gren..

[ It’s hard to hide all nine tails, black with blue highlights under the soft pumping lights as they flex from left to right across the bar. The table is in the corner, D’s sat himself in a place that has a rather good blanket of shadow to help ward off any more attention than he’s willing to deal with at the moment. Of course, coming out was not something he had intended but he knew Rip’s threat was more a promise than anything.

She would find him eventually and despite his appearance he still needed to go to work, go out, live.. until things would get back to normal, however and whenever that might be.

He could smell her before she sat down and the strength of her presence was far more captivating than it was prior meeting. The blood that flowed within her was that of her own production and it was something unique to her. He stares at her in response, quiet as per usual. That hasn’t changed. ]

[Of course her threat had been a promise. Just because Rip was human didn't mean her skills had disappeared with her vampiric status. Those skills were completely her and the result of decades of hard work.

As she settled into her seat, she noticed the movement in the shadows. Even without her enhanced senses, she wasn't blind. If anything, it prompted her to lean in over the table to get a better look at what might be moving behind him and off to the side. Were those.. tails? She paused and raised and eyebrow before smiling sightly.

Those were definitely tails. She knew what he was~. Though, she'd guess that he had a full compliment of nine of them given his age. Still, Rip found it faintly hilarious in her own weird way.

As it was, her own scent was very much human now, though there was a strong scent of another male fox dancing along her skin and the scent of certain activities they may have done within the last few days. Because of that, Rip was in a pretty good mood and was barely surprised when D didn't say much.]

You're a fox~. A Kitsune to be exact und zhe second one I've seen since zhe curse hit.

[ That piqued his interest, to be one of two she’s come across thus far. Although, by now, he knows it will not last. So, he’s already in the cups and there is a pitcher and a full cup for Rip to enjoy as well. ]

Two.. is it?

[The moment there was a pitcher between them and cups, she was already in them much like he was. To actually taste her drinks again.. even beer was heavenly. Rip was savoring the taste as it rolled over her tongue, just happy to be drinking it at all.

She didn't care if it was good or poor quality, only that she could taste it. Really taste it again.]

Yes. Augustine's a kitsune to for zhis curse.

[She smirks a little over the rim of her glass.]

Zo, vat kind of foxy mischief haf you gotten into~? Or did you zhink you vere just going to lock yourzelf in your apartment und vait for it to end.

[Obviously, that wasn't an option if Rip had anything to say about it and if tonight was any indication.]

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