( open & closed. )

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Who: karakurenai & co.
When: throughout the month.
Where: various / stated in thread.
What: catch-all for misc. threads.
Rating: r-18, probably.

( basically this is an open & closed prompt post. i didn't want to clog up the log comm, so! feel free to leave a comment and i will come up with a prompt for us. or, feel free to plan with me on plurk @ playlists. if you came here to pick up your threads i owe you, look no further! ↓↓↓ )

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[showsnopiety]

[I've no idea if I want them on a job, training grounds, or music room or cafe so I'll leave it up to you ♥]

1/???

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( music room prompt is a go!

it isn't often that he frequents places like these. if anything, even the word "frequent" itself was an oddity. he did things on simple whims. on biting inclinations that fought beneath the surface of his skin. that forced him to action in all his impulsive desires and wants. even today, he traverses further down the row of halls than he normally did. this time, even deciding to step into the room itself. it's interesting, he thinks. how this place was full of so many useless rooms. between art studios and gyms. he half-wonders what skills were really meant to be polished here?

he's heard of wars and it's clear strife was only natural in any world. in his own it was between the precarious balance of life and death; of malicious energies and those possessed by them. for here? well, he supposed now wasn't the time to think of it. if anything, the concept of it entering his thoughts in the midst of his leisure time... struck him as little more than obnoxious. this paired with the fact that he still wasn't granted a viable route home...

maybe, that's precisely why he falls victim to these sentiments. though, instead of expressing them in his usual aggressions. instead, he recites a poem?? ) Is that not the moon? And is the spring not the spring of a year ago? This body of mine alone. Remains as it was before. ( a narihira poem, of course. it's one that expressed the sorrow of everything changing in light of losing one he loves. it's one he recites verbatim. looking uncharacteristically listless. that is, before he turns... and sees.

he isn't alone. )

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( cue awkward pause... like he's been caught in some sort of act??? )

done!

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You have some nerve to eavesdrop on this Kurenai-sama!?

( he spits these words out before he can really register who it is.


oh, shit. it's someone he knows which is somehow 1000x worse??? ) ... Caren.

( there's some... contempt to his saying her name, somehow!? as if this was all her fault. )

[showsnopiety]

[She hadn't meant to come in while Kurenai was...reciting poetry? It does sound vaguely familiar, but only just. There's so much she could have covered for her education before coming here, so she can be forgiven if she has a gap or two.

She had been watching from the doorway, but seeing that he was startled, and seeing her...she rolled her eyes, and walked in. Past him, to the piano where she can lightly place her fingers onto the keys.]

Caren Ortensia.

[Since she didn't tell him that last time.]

I'm not eavesdropping on you, child. I've better things to do with my time then to see you become depressed. Or acting depressed.

[She starts to play, glancing over her shoulder. She needs to warm up. Doesn't matter if he hears that, not really.]

Having troubles adjusting? Poor, poor Kurenai-chan.

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( the fact that he's being, quite easily, passed and forgotten in light of her own objectives... is actually more grating and mortifying than her actually giving some equal reaction. hence, he falls a bit silence. silent for longer than he intends. when she reveals her full name once more, he's almost stumped... as to why??? until, it sort of clicks. ) .... you're only getting to that now? ( it's a quiet complaint.

one that's soon replaced with the same abashment or sense of affront he carried moments prior. ) I-I wasn't depressed! Don't be ridiculous, you cheeky woman. For what reason would this great Kurenai-sama have to be depressed. ( he repeats. but, maybe this sounds oddly like he's ... reconfirming it with himself. more than anything else. still. )

Either way! If you're going to add anything to the end of my name, nothing short of -sama fits. ( or so he's saying between distracting him from the sight of her practicing on the piano. is she purposely trying to drown him out, or??? rude af. )

[showsnopiety]

[She might have done that on purpose, maybe. Because she's just being that mean or...really, she doesn't care. She offers a shrug, and a glance over her shoulder.]

It really didn't matter before. But I see you're still here.

[In Caissa, in the room, all of it, really. But...well. She makes a soft sound at him, turning away.]

I'm not going to call you sama or dono, even if you are reciting poetry. That's a little too much to applaud some education.

( ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ. ) rin tohsaka

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( though masked, it wasn't like a wide variety of the heroes present there were impossible to identify. kurenai always had a relatively discerning eye. one that was well-trained, not just for combat, but for ... everything else that managed to fit in between of that. unfortunate for rin, it seemed to apply even in things of questionable artistic value. he's encountered something that's been plaguing him for quite some time. perhaps, even more so considering how their initial meeting went. blows thrown (by her), drinks splashed (by her), and whatever else managed to follow.

hence, he was quite certain she had quite the aversion for him, and yet... some evidence seems to suggest otherwise. it isn't like he exclusively believes carnal desires, or in this case... delusions, to define everything. nor does he think that doing something intimate with a person suggest actual affection. he's given amorously to his own minamo. girls he had no feelings for. girls he would protect, despite the odds, regardless— the point still stood.

the comic he found probably meant something, even if he couldn't actually procure a legitimate rationale behind it. it's why he's been seeking her out for sometime. while contacting her privately probably would have been more ideal, he isn't about to miss out on any chances. ... and that "any chances" happens to be now. she's adjacent from him in a crowd. her hair being the biggest indicator from the masses. he immediately runs, and reaches out. seizing her forearm in his grip. ) Stop right there, woman.

I think you've got business with this Kurenai-sama, don't you? ( or what he thought was her forearm. look, they were from a distance and.. at least he just reached over at a leg? stocking? ) ... well, you did owe me for last time. ( unapologetic... inb4 he gets hit. )

(◡‿◡✿)

[defenceless]

[a garter.

that's what his fingers snag around: the strap of a garter belt.

it's richly pink and the stocking it connects to is covered in hearts, elegantly all done up with bows on the sides... clearly some sort of valentine's day surprise lingerie, but it fits the shocked girl who turns to look at him, her twintails held together with similar ribbons. for the moment, it appears she's so perplexed she's speechless. mm, she's the same girl. she could be... more alluring, however, subtly, drawing his eye with every twitch of her lips or batting of her lashes.

that—tug on her clothing is hard to ignore, and her eyes drop, staring at her skirt (and his hand beneath it), moments before a deep red color climbs her neck and fills her cheeks.]

A-Aah...?!

[she pushes him away, her hands thudding on his chest!]

Back off! Seriously?! You pervert!

[all this will do is drag her along with him by her leg if he doesn't let go, though...]

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( there's absolutely no single shred of remorse on his features. not even a hint or a ghost of an apology prepared on the tip of his tongue. though, despite none of these sentiments readily being available on his features... something else is completely visible in its stead. his initial shock, and the pleasant smirk that manages to plaster onto his lips soon after. he knew she was bold, but evidently.... she was far and vastly bolder than any of his initial considerations.

unfortunately, his fingers seem to be caught at an awkward angle, perfectly attached within... its delicate confines. hence, when she pushes, all she really gets is her leg... slowly rising with his hand?? as if being pulled like a marionette on strings. ) No one told you to wear your AV costume under your clothes, idiot! Don't blame this on me! Besides, aren't you the one seducing me in broad daylight?

( though, her hands thudding on his chest is actually kind of cute? kind of comical too? he's on the verge of laughing tbh.

serves her right for stepping on him the first time they met. )

[defenceless]

[if he's on the verge of laughing, she's about to cry. it isn't that she hasn't been expecting her new "magical weapon" will draw a few eyes, even more than her usual wardrobe, but when kurenai labels it as part of an "av costume" it just brings it home...! terribly.

her leg hangs between them, the edge of her skirt rumpled up higher than is appropriate in common company. of course, she can't fully extend it because his fingers are caught within her stocking—and the sensation of his bare skin against her thigh is forbidding. the touch already establishes a bond of mana transference. she's blushing, but she's learned from her little outburst and now stands beside him in regret. rin looks away—anywhere instead of at him—and perhaps her embarrassment crosses into humiliation. no, she isn't crying, but it seems like she might. he's so close—]

I'm not seducing you. What are you talking about? It's not like just because I'm wearing what you think is "sexy" clothing that I'm yours...

[oneirism]

[Hello I am here now gimme something]

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( they've become relatively acquainted in their brief time here. or rather, in their collective moments together. if one thing solidified a bond, it was partaking in something that was potentially life-threatening. he could apply the same concept to his minamo, and so... he supposes, they've forged something. nothing worth writing about, maybe (something he'd be firmly against, but... whatever that vague designation meant, he suspected the labels weren't nearly as crucial as the details. moreover, kurenai wasn't one for sentimentality and so, its drowned out in everything else about this place he finds incomprehensible. in the drudgery of everyday life, which incidentally happens to align with lapis.

he happens upon her. she appears to be shopping? perhaps, simply looking around or browsing at things at the market? either way, he thinks to surprise her. he pulls a thin paper roll from one of the shop shelves. .... and lightly hits her from behind with it. hits her where you ask?


...


look, you knew this was going to be a filthy thread. he's p. much that schoolboy bully on the playground. )

Where the heck are you looking? ( he seems to find humor in it somehow, as he pulls up beside her. )

[sealeted]

[Ready to ruin Hakuno's dream of never seeing him again?]

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( is that not my personal mission?




or, one could potentially wonder. since their initial encounter, kurenai had been doing his part in piecing apart her identity. in wasn't in light of romantic overtures or even in relinquishing the rest of his pent up yearnings, but more so, out of pride. out of a self-instated service to himself, and the damage dealt in the knowledge of someone having fled his embrace (basically, call it self-obsession). it's unprecedented. unheard of. unseen.

it was... something that weighed on his mind. not heavily enough to affect his daily activities, but it hung there. hung in the corner like peeling paint. or the first beginnings of cobwebs forming between the spaces of a cabinet. except, this is all far too fresh and new. it sticks to him occasionally when he sees a blow of brown hair captured in his peripherals. but, usually something tips it off. the body type. the height. anything, really.

he was the type who was quite observant and so those were things easy to pick apart. kind of like how he sees such a person now. he's probably going out of a whim here, but he's also not the type to shy away from bold extremes. of belligerence and roguishness. hence, he's purposely walks ahead of her.

then, when she enters whatever doorway she's looking to go past, he's there. he pushes a leg out, successively blocking her path.

the bottom of his feet against the other end. before, he starts with: ) Hey, deep kiss woman.

[sealeted]

[It would be a lie to say that she hadn't thought of him at all since the ball. She has been busy, yes, but despite the lingering embarrassment in the light of day, it's an overall pleasant memory. A handsome masked man, the chance to be daring, a kiss that wasn't stolen but knowingly given exactly how long as she wanted it to be... For somebody whose normal attitude towards the romantic was passive at best, out of inexperience of nothing else, feeling in control even for one short evening was nice.

That said, she's also been dreading meeting him again, ever so slightly.

She had clung to the hope that he was a VIP; that her uncommonly daring dress would be a disguise; that the masks themselves might actually accomplish their intended purpose. But, Hakuno isn't one to let herself be ruled by either fear or dread, letting the matter—the man—simmer at the back of her mind as she goes about her daily routine. When that long leg blocks her from entering one of the kitchens, she doesn't flinch. When that deep, familiar voice calls out to her, she doesn't try to flee.

But she does look up at him, wide-eyed in surprise for the span of a breath, before she blinks and her expression smoothed out.]

...that's a bit long for a nickname, isn't it?

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( their second meeting might have been what most would label— commonplace. mundane. merely just a motion in both of their mutual lives, and yet... his dramatics probably make it impossible for it to perceived that way. he viewed this no less than a convention of fate. she could have been anywhere. not that she could have escaped him... but, still, to think she was simply under his nose. all under the guise of being undetectable and untraceable.

it's poignant, if not poetic of a scenario in its own right. still, he doesn't ponder over it longer than he has to. he leaves his thoughts all up to selfish impulse. to bare inclinations. sort of like how he still keeps his leg wedged in place. keeps her at that same distance. then to her retort— ) Is it? I suspect it's not any longer than the amount of time you locked lips with me.

( it's hard to define where his teasing begins and where the seriousness takes place. was this an actual serious rejoinder? perhaps. at any rate, he restarts his words. catering towards his main point. ) You have some nerve to have left this Kurenai-sama hanging.

[redsea]

[ i hope i'm not too late! she can be found training (alone), shopping for clothes (alone), kicking a ball (alone) or people-watching while sighing wistfully into a cup of tea (she's a friendless loser), but i'll be happy with whatever you come up with. they can do jobs, too! ]

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( ah.


alone. the common denominator. a principle and undeniable frame of truth that affected all "friendless" individuals. those without companionship. those without the specific social etiquette or general know-how— or even the push and drive — required to obtain one.

whether fortunate or unfortunate, kurenai also fell into particular category.

though, perhaps, it can be argued to be a self-inflicted and (purposely) self-crafted state of being. he had no particular yearnings for friendship. no desire or want to be close to anyone outside of carnal instinct and physical intimacy. still, this made for the perfect foundation for their second encounter. he sees her from behind. it isn't difficult to discern her figure from another. or perhaps, it was more accurate to state that she was blessed with such unique characteristics (i.e. her hair) that he found it difficult to evade, even if he willed it. hence, it's relatively simple for him to reconnect and recall. except—

unlike his memory filled with formalities and ostentatious surroundings, here she is.... kicking a ball around alone?? he half-wonders what the heck she was doing, but he suspected in the grander scheme of things— it didn't particular matter. especially, not when he had full undaunted plans to unfurl within her presence. honestly, he was just looking for someone to rope into doing a job with him so?? perfect victim get-o!! as if a way of making an entrance, he kicks the ball away from her from between her feet.

then, he goes around her, claiming it underneath the soles of his shoes. he wears his usual nasty smirk. ) Looks like you're having fun there.

( look, he can't ask her in a normal way, okay. )

[redsea]

[ Look, she's been kicking that ball up 200 times in a row and she is not going to let him ruin her personal best. Well, he just did. But she's still pissed. Even more pissed when she sees who it is. Like the princess she is, she throws a fit. ]

Kurenaisama! [ she still doesn't know his name is just Kurenai... Also don't make fun of her hobbies?? ] You, you...! Give that ball back this instant!

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( instantly, there's a laugh resounding mischievously from the back of his throat. his head tilted slightly in order to project the sound a bit further with a bit more fervor. ) Hahaha, what an idiot. Who would give it back just because you ask for it? ( he shifts it around between his feet. juggling between his inner heel before, turning back up towards her. )

Ah.... maybe I should just go kick it down over there? What do you think, woman?

( ... sadly, he really really would kick it down a canal or river. )

( ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ. ) kija

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( perhaps, it's a testament to the confines of time. or more aptly, the projection that the former (i.e. time) was capable of healing all wounds. that, "time" and the passage of it was the world's greatest lesson, or in this case, form of modesty.while assimilating into this world was the last thing he personally desired, he did see how imperative it was. returning home wouldn't be as simple and easy a quest as he once presumed it would have been. his initial assumptions were off mark and it... showed. instead, he was left with the crippling sensation that he was lacking somehow. at home, he was revered a genius and yet here—

he was stuck with perv glasses to fight. while kurenai has utilized his weapon before, amidst battle for example— he didn't have the complete leeway to use it outside of that realm. to begin with, he didn't factor it on being very useful. only, it really is heaven sent????

seeing through terrain meant that seeing through cloth should be a breeze!?! hence, he can be seen putting his glasses on. he activates it immediately upon settling it against the bridge of his nose, and instead of capturing the beauty of the curvy woman adjacent to him— he gets an eyeful of

kija instead. banono. ) What the—

What the fuck is wrong with you!?

[yaoihand]

[ BANONO INDEED

Oblivious to what's going on, Kija continues to stand in front of Kurenai, his junk out there for the other to see through his x-ray glasses. He's also eating an ice-cream cone smexily ... aka he got some on his fingers and is lapping it up.

He hadn't even noticed that Kurenai was there. His face does sour a bit when he sees him though, because he remembers this fellow being quite rude and confusing. ]

Why are you shouting? There is nothing wrong with me! [ He's just minding his own business!!! ]

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( um???


this is all wrong. from the use of "smexy" in a tag to everything else that naturally filters itself through his lenses... he's honestly beyond repulsed. even now he's having difficulties conjuring up a proper rejoinder. between his sputtering and maybe even actually spitting out in surprise??? he's trying to find some grounding here... grounding like... literally taking off his glasses and throwing them to the ground. )

I'm shouting because you're showing your shit everywhere!

... and don't lick your fingers like that! ( u nastay )

[yaoihand]

[ wow chill out homie ... seeing a dick isn't the end of the world. Kija stares at the glasses as they go bouncing off the floor, blinking in confusion. Yeah, he has no idea what's happening here. This ice-cream sure is gud though. ]

I am not showing you anything. I do not know what you are talking about.

[ ...This comment about what he's doing with his fingers does embarrass him a bit though. He feels like he just got caught doing something uncivilized. Going red, Kija immediately fishes out a handkerchief and cleans his fingers with it, turning away from Kurenai for a second. ]

And ... perhaps you should mind your own business!