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melodiesoflife2017-01-19 10:39 am
sullenstallion) wrote in melodiesoflife2017-01-19 10:39 am
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I've made mistakes [semi-open]
Who: Dylas and somewhat open (to friends, to people who would stop by the labs late at night).
When: Mid-January, 2AM at night
Where: Aqures Ixen Laboratories
What: Dylas confronts his shadow—alone and in the dark. Concerned, his Moogle, Koporo, frantically searches for help. But will it be too late?
Warnings: Violence, swearing, definitely blood, mentions of things in his permissions post.
['I need to face it after midnight’. That’s what he’d told the Moogle lab workers, citing his Vampire job as his reason behind facing his Calamity Self so late at night. In truth, he hadn’t heard a lot about the process. He knew enough about it that he didn’t want anyone else there while it happened, at least. It was something he’d handle himself. After spending so much time in Ryslig, forced to endure horror after horror, surely it wasn’t something he’d need the assistance of others for.
He was wrong, and his decision left Koporo flying out of the lab, hurriedly seeking out Dylas’ “friends”, waking them if he had to, urging them to come to the laboratory. ‘Dylas is making a big mistake, kupo! It’s really bad, kupo!’
When the first person arrives to the labs, they’ll find two sights instead of one. Dylas is always the first sight. He always stands at over seven feet tall. The obsidian black claws on his hands always look ominous, as does the way his face always contorts when it snarls. His long periwinkle hair and matching tail flow behind him as he takes a defensive stance against the opposite figure, a mirror copy except for three notable features: the Calamity version of himself isn’t fatigued, and his purple eyes are glowing forebodingly.
Dylas glances in the direction of the first person to find him, his ears flicking in the direction of arriving footsteps. There’s panic in his eyes, and then resolve. He’s clutching his right arm, part of his jacket burned away from a previous blast and leaving burned skin beneath it.]
Go home! I don’t need you here!
[But then the Other Dylas turns towards the first arrival...and starts to cry, lifting his arm to cover his face as he resumes his sobbing.]
W̨e'̶re͏ ̢so lon҉e̢ly͠..̷.̵!͞ ͜Wé'̷re͠ ͞alw̨ays ́so ͞lonel̢y!
[Dylas' eyes flick back to his other self's and then to the floor as his Calamity counterpart continues to cry and sniffle.]
Don't listen to him! He's a lying asshole!
[ooc; This is open to anyone Dylas would consider a friend or anyone who would stop by so late at night! If you’re unsure as to whether or not Koporo would seek out your character for help, just shoot me a PM or a plurk at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
ForestTemple. ♥♥]
When: Mid-January, 2AM at night
Where: Aqures Ixen Laboratories
What: Dylas confronts his shadow—alone and in the dark. Concerned, his Moogle, Koporo, frantically searches for help. But will it be too late?
Warnings: Violence, swearing, definitely blood, mentions of things in his permissions post.
['I need to face it after midnight’. That’s what he’d told the Moogle lab workers, citing his Vampire job as his reason behind facing his Calamity Self so late at night. In truth, he hadn’t heard a lot about the process. He knew enough about it that he didn’t want anyone else there while it happened, at least. It was something he’d handle himself. After spending so much time in Ryslig, forced to endure horror after horror, surely it wasn’t something he’d need the assistance of others for.
He was wrong, and his decision left Koporo flying out of the lab, hurriedly seeking out Dylas’ “friends”, waking them if he had to, urging them to come to the laboratory. ‘Dylas is making a big mistake, kupo! It’s really bad, kupo!’
When the first person arrives to the labs, they’ll find two sights instead of one. Dylas is always the first sight. He always stands at over seven feet tall. The obsidian black claws on his hands always look ominous, as does the way his face always contorts when it snarls. His long periwinkle hair and matching tail flow behind him as he takes a defensive stance against the opposite figure, a mirror copy except for three notable features: the Calamity version of himself isn’t fatigued, and his purple eyes are glowing forebodingly.
Dylas glances in the direction of the first person to find him, his ears flicking in the direction of arriving footsteps. There’s panic in his eyes, and then resolve. He’s clutching his right arm, part of his jacket burned away from a previous blast and leaving burned skin beneath it.]
Go home! I don’t need you here!
[But then the Other Dylas turns towards the first arrival...and starts to cry, lifting his arm to cover his face as he resumes his sobbing.]
W̨e'̶re͏ ̢so lon҉e̢ly͠..̷.̵!͞ ͜Wé'̷re͠ ͞alw̨ays ́so ͞lonel̢y!
[Dylas' eyes flick back to his other self's and then to the floor as his Calamity counterpart continues to cry and sniffle.]
Don't listen to him! He's a lying asshole!
[ooc; This is open to anyone Dylas would consider a friend or anyone who would stop by so late at night! If you’re unsure as to whether or not Koporo would seek out your character for help, just shoot me a PM or a plurk at
no subject
in the body of an imp, surrendering or even acknowledging the things she had started to feel for dylas was out of the question. she's searching his face, his eyes, his ears, for any hint that he was suffering from a massive head injury, but the sincerity in his tone is something she can't explain away.
her lip trembles just slightly as she looks from dylas— then turns her head to ales, where her cheeks rush with pink realizing he's a spectator... at dylas' insistence, no less.
she turns away from them both now, grabbing hold of dylas' wrist this time with the motion, and squeezing it. ) You... idiot.
( she mumbles, though her voice regains its footing as she continues. ) After all this— of course I won't let you go.
ales you really hecked up look at what you betrayed you MONSTER i never get to use this icon
At some point, he started waking up and hoping Midna was still in the house. He started looking forward to bringing home food or cooking, if not for her, but to leave leftovers behind that she could finish at her leisure. And now, seeing her like this, in what he knows is her true form...it's a person he can not only stand by, but really be with.
Even if she reverts back, he'll wait for this form again.
He exhales a huge sigh of relief.]
I thought you were going to say no. You have terrible taste in boyfriends.
[The humor is a bit depressing, but given their own tendency to think in the shadows, it's probably not too surprising.
Or at least, not as surprising as when he kisses her hand while it's still close enough to him, holding onto his wrist like that. And then he rests his forehead against it, closing his eyes, smiling to himself.]
I think you can send Ales away now. I don't want him to throw up and blame it on me.
Ales hecks up: the RP
But since he was only here to witness and Midna isn't repulsed, he assumes his job is done. Thank whatever deity he doesn't believe in that Dylas agrees. He bows - practiced and strained - and turns away.]
Wouldn't want to keep you lovebirds late for whatever you have planned, am I right?
[He might just go back home. It's late and work desks aren't good places to sleep.]
legit
( she can't help it. she's blushing as he kisses her hand. it had been so long since she'd been treated as the lady she really was, and to think that this uncouth dead mess of a man was the one behind it... seemed both extremely unlike and fitting all the same.
she's finally smiling. it's not even a smirk this time, as she leans slightly forward to press her head against both his and their hands, the adornment on her head jingling gently with the motion.
this... is happiness, isn't it?
grounding herself back to reality again, she quietly clears her throat, pulling just slightly away to watch their teensie friend. )
Thank you, Ales. ( she calls as he turns away. she wouldn't forget how he struggled today for dylas. and only hoped that someday... she would be able to repay him in kind.
possibly by kicking his ass in the future, apparently.pushing herself up, she moves to try and pull dylas to his feet, supporting his weight as best she can with a gentle tug. ) Well? Shall we go home too? Unless you plan on spending the rest of the night on this laboratory floor. ( and there's that smirk, back in its rightful place on her lips. ) Alone.
( oh my. just what could she be insinuating? )
Re: legit
[He was a fool for thinking that his shadow self would be so easy to defeat. He realizes that now. Just like in Ryslig, he's pushed people away when he's needed help the most. If it weren't for Koporo...he doesn't even want to think about how this night would have gone. He imagines he'd have finished eating a few of the lab Moogles by then.
What do Moogles even taste like?
His ears flick down and up as he's helped to his feet. He winces, hisses in pain—there are some nasty burns on his body from the elemental attacks, not to mention where he'd been wounded physically. More scars for his body, he figures, though tonight is probably the night where Midna will learn he has the word "LIAR" branded and burned into his upper back. Luckily, he's kept a shirt on around her so far.]
The floor's...not a bad place to sleep. [He leans against Midna more than he should to compensate. Having his body possessed wasn't exactly a pleasant experience.] When did you get so big, anyways? [But.
Alone? Uh. His tail twitches low and curls against his leg. That sounds fair to him.]
I th-think that's probably fine. Not being alone, I mean.