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| heiner777 | May 26 2016, 08:23 AM Post #31 |
"Sapientia Sola Libertas Est"
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In a room devoid of all light apart from the one from the full pallid moon, a demon draped in darkness watched as the foreign rays of illumination invaded the dim serenity of his domain. Clad in a barely visible white cotton shirt with a caricature of a Pegasus imprinted on the front and acid-washed blue jeans that followed the contours of the monster’s legs right down to his ankles, the phantom in the dark sat immobile in deep thought on the bed. He said nothing to indicate his acknowledgment of Daiki’s presence since such a thing was immaterial to the inner machinations of his mind. He had a job offer for the man, but as to what role, he still had to decide. He knew little, if any, of the blonde man’s magic or how the man can cajole it for proper use; hiring him was much a risk as it was a boon, and as such, Vento wanted to make the best out of it to prevent him from wasting money on a white elephant. He was absolutely positive that Daiki was a mere diamond in the rough and he would be damned if he was not the one who would police such a rare gem for himself. He knew talent when he saw one, and Daiki was brimming with that potential. “It took you long enough,” Vento muttered under his breath, finally sparing some of his time to actually affirm the existence of someone other than himself. “Feel free to take a shower before anything else; just do not turn the light on. I work best when immersed in the dark,” he said and once more returned to his statuesque state. It was a peculiar trait to say the least, but his colleagues would be damned if they did not acknowledge the results he produced despite his list of unique quirks and characteristics. He worked on an entirely different spectrum; nobody can judge him if what he was doing, no matter how strange it might be to another’s point of view, produced the best results. Ignorance of everything in his surroundings became a sanctuary as his mind once more delved into his psyche where the material and immaterial congregated as combined into forms and plans of action. He felt like a preacher at a mass during a sermon, trying to find the right words on the spot to best convey his feelings of divine inspiration and salvation. The scholar thought long and hard on his plans of action, ferociously debating with himself as to the state of affairs and how he could best utilize Daiki’s peculiar ability to its fullest extent. He had to take into account that the man did not know how to properly control the skill which he hoped was not true; nevertheless, he needed to plan for any eventuality if he had any chance of success for tomorrow’s sojourn into the Genie’s Lamp. Plans were bound to fail after all, but at the very least, he can limit the probability of failure through meticulous and careful preparation. Several more minutes turned into hours as Vento made, remade, and revised plan after plan, obsessively calculating risks and probabilities into a free-flowing yet cohesive plan of action that tried its best to account for every variable to increase the chance of success. The mental strain would probably be unbearable for any normal human being, but thanks to Mens Nexus, Vento could easily plow through scenario after scenario with phenomenal speed. Magic analysis was not all it was good at; as a field researcher, it was his ultimate tool when confronted with problems that needed the use of the mind. Of course purity of soul and capability of body were likewise important, but one’s mind must also be as ready and capable. Not every battle needed to be fought with fists and feet; some required learning and logic. Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity immersed in the formless world of his own thoughts, Vento’s consciousness returned to the world with a huff. Thinking seriously made him tired, but his big meal had more than supplied him with all the energy he needed to undertake his analysis. The scholar likewise felt exhausted emotionally, and with that said, allowed his mind to wander while Daiki was still in the shower. It was a small reward for Vento, and one which he thought he rightfully deserved. I hope I managed to get the right size for Daiki, although things might be too small or too loose since I just grabbed whatever I could without thinking. Wait, I forgot to buy some new underwear for that guy… well, whatever; it is not like he cannot just re-use his underwear again, right? I mean as disgusting as that might be, beggars cannot be choosers. Thus, the rain of 'useless' thoughts began. |
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| Mariko | May 26 2016, 10:40 AM Post #32 |
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ooc: you've brought up an idea i have junked two posts ago.... sooo yeah, i'm bringing it back. this thread seemed to be far from over, like a page more, and i know we still have 3 threads to do hence... i apologize. ----- "Tchn. You said I take my time so that's what I did," she justified her belatedness as her slender fingers crept on the walls looking for the light switch. Just when the pads of her fingers caught the switch and all she had to do was to push it to open the lights, Vento aired his affinity with the dark. It was quite intriguing how someone could possibly work in the dark without falling asleep in the middle of it. Then again, everyone had quirks. To each his own, and she would not judge him because of his eccentricity. Other than those words, Vento said nothing more. He was quiet, not even his breathing could be heard or a negative reaction to her constant stumbling and tripping in the dark, and she thought it was quite unusual as well. Most of the time today it was Vento who did the talking, to a point being verbal with his thoughts, and this was the only moment when she could not hear anything from him. She thought normally he would chastise her clumsiness, and the lack of which was quite...alarming. However, knowing that men would rather be left on their own when in deep thoughts she chose to somewhat ignore it and proceed to take a shower. As expected, the door gave off an ear-splitting creak once it was opened. As soon as Tsuna was inside she locked the door and thoroughly checked it. Pins and ties on her hair were once again removed, and in the mirror Tsuna once more saw her real self. She had her fingers comb her locks, pouting as she noticed that it had gotten quite dry and lifeless. If only she had the fortune to indulge in a hair treatment like how she used to she would have no second thoughts of doing it. She also realized how much she missed weekly skin pamperings and cold masks twice a week. Afterwards she hurriedly took her clothes off, and finally, the bandage that constricted her upper body to hide one of the indicators of her femininity. "Aaaah! Yaaaaas~" It was a relief that the wraps were taken off, even it was just temporarily. It had been crushing her chest for some time, making it hard to breathe and quite painful whenever she makes an abrupt movement. She knew sooner or later the wraps would cause dreadful implications to her health, but to her mind she had no choice. For the moment to ease up the pain she busied herself massaging her fleshy mounds. And it was an odd time for her to think of Vento while doing that. "What does he mean with work? He has poor eyesight so he can't be writing in the dark. Why is he so quiet? Ugh... wait. Lights off. Better working in the dark. Work... oh my Dragon! Is he... did I come in the wrong time and he was pleasuring himself with his hands that's why he doesn't want the lights open?! " she was overanalyzing the situation in a wrong way. "Do you think he already knows I'm a girl and is fantasizing of... oh my Dragon! He's pleasuring himself with the thoughts of me?! Wait... No... that can't be... because he keeps saying I'm gay... whoa wait what?! Does he like homosexual intercourse?" Tsuna tapped her cheeks before hitting her head a couple of times, "Oh my God Tsuna what are you thinking? Erase! Erase!" Then she clicked her tongue and pouted, "Too bad... he's a cutie but definitely I'm not his type because he prefers guys." Soon the sound of beads of water hitting the floor echoed within the small area. The girl loved the privacy she was having that moment as cold water trickled down her skin. It was relaxing. A coo escaped the blonde's lips as she let go of her stress, the not-so-pleasant musings about Vento, and all her wor--- blood. When Tsuna looked at the floor she saw blood sliding down the drain. Her eyes dilated, she let her hand touch herself and pulling it up to her face she was mortified of what she saw --- more blood. She closed the shower and checked on her underwear. Yep. Confirmed. Why didn't she notice earlier? "What the hell, why this time?! Why when there is someone outside waiting for me and would be a potential witness to my shame?!" Tsuna's mental processes was, odd enough, quick and slow in the same time that it made her head go blank, not knowing what to do. For a few seconds she was just jumping around the bathroom making squeaky noises while muttering 'what to do' repeatedly. She hurriedly dried herself, forgetting the chest bandages she put on her old shirt and then pants, then hid her other things inside the plastic bag where the garbs bought by the scholar were. She wrapped her hair with a towel and stormed out of the bathroom. "Don't you dare go inside the bathroom," Tsuna threatened Vento as she tiptoed her way out of the room as she wasn't wearing any footwear. Once in the hallways, she scrambled her way down to the reception hall only to find it was still raining hard and braving the storm wasn't an option as the convenience store was a few blocks away. She turned to the brunette. "I need some sanitary napkins. Now." The receptionist burst into laughter after recalling who she was, "Sir, what are you talking about? Men don't wear sanitary pads." "Don't you dare tell me men don't wear sanitary pads," she said in a hushed yet firm tone, her fist slamed on the wooden desk making it lightly jolt. "You're going to give me sanitary napkins or I'm going to pull your eyelashes off!" "H-how m-many napkins do you need?" "I don't know! One, three, ten! I don't care!" "I'll just have it delivered to your room." "NO! I NEED IT NOW! DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND ENGLISH?!" "H-hold on, sir, ma'am, sir..." "GOOD AND BRING SOME DISPOSABLE PANTIES!" She ran to the supplies room. In less than a minute she came back with a plastic bag that contained everything Tsuna asked. Quickly, she grabbed it and was ready to take the stairs. Edited by Mariko, May 26 2016, 12:08 PM.
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| heiner777 | May 27 2016, 12:19 AM Post #33 |
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"Sapientia Sola Libertas Est"
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((No need to apologize; it does not matter so long as you are getting a kick out of it. Besides, from what I can see, you are starting to get a hang of playing Tsuna as a character in this thread, and that makes me happy. Do not worry about the length; just have fun. The thread ends when the time is right; we owe it to ourselves and to whomever is following this arc to develop this story to a satisfactory end. (-^_^-)d)) A rare period of blissful musing was shattered when Daiki walked out of the bathroom in a fury while at the same time warning Vento not to walk in, albeit not specifying the exact reason why. The rage on his face was as apparent as the fact that his chest size seemed to have grown, although he dismissed it as an optical illusion caused by the light from the bathroom playing tricks on his eyes when it suddenly invaded his solace in the dark. Even so, if Daiki forbade him to go inside the room, he would respect it as the latter respected his request to take his time in eating. He did not know what the fuss was about, but at the very least Vento knew one thing – Daiki was in such a rush that he forgot to close the bathroom door and that there was a foul odor that reminded him of a woman’s menstrual cycle. At that moment in time, all of Vento’s previous musings shattered into oblivion and was replaced by a new and more interesting subject – the reason behind Daiki’s sudden outburst despite the lack of any possible cause for it. There was nothing wrong with the bathroom when he went in, but by the time the other man came out, it seemed that all hell broke loose and even included a foul stench which invaded his nostrils and made war with his senses. There was also the matter of the strange optical illusion – they were a blur, but he cannot deny that Daiki’s chest really did look fuller than the burdock shape he had seen before. Slowly, but surely, Vento deconstructed the events in his mind as he saw fit. The series of events led up to this seemingly inevitable revelation seemed to have been written by the hands of fate itself. The evidence was clear, and so were the implications, as all the puzzle pieces finally fit to display a full picture of what it was in all of its glory. Although it might be hard to imagine for some people to accept such a thing, Vento, being one of the most educated and open-minded – not to mention the most unconcerned on such matters – had an easier time to take matters and analyze them for what they were. It was never a simple matter of honesty in cases like this but rather a matter of necessity in view of circumstances he does not know nor does he care to do so. Everyone lies, that much is certain; it all comes down to a reason ‘why’ they do. Surely Daiki had his fair share. With a small hop, the raven-haired teen got off the bed and onto his feet to close the bathroom door. He may have been curious to see the cause of the stench, but he wanted to honor Daiki’s request. Instead, unwilling to suffer the odor any longer and also wanting to fan out the room, Vento went outside and left the door ajar purposely before deciding to take a walk around the inn to pass the time. He did not worry about anything being stolen from the room since neither brought anything of value when Vento temporarily rented out a room to allow both of them privacy and a place to pass the rain by. On his way back down to the lobby, he only just caught the last portion of the fiery exchange between a female and a hushed tone of voice which later on exploded in pitch to express a feeling of urgency with regard to something which Vento later found out to be some kind of underwear. It was obvious that the raised voice belonged to Daiki who, for his part, tried his very best to hide his secret. However, for someone like Vento who had now put the pieces together, he already knew the truth, or at least what he could consider as the ‘truth’ without sufficient evidence to reinforce his assumptions. However, whatever form it could take, he was sure that he did not need to see whatever was inside the bathroom to know that it would all lead to the same inevitable conclusion— —that Daiki was not gay; ‘he’ was a lesbian. Sexual identity was something that cannot be changed without drastic measures that much Vento knew; however, it was also true that gender-preference is something chosen and not one that is pre-programmed into a human brain in accordance to one’s sex. One may argue the origins of such are natural much like how animals have strong tendencies for homosexuality despite what society would have most people believe; nevertheless, whatever is the case, it does not change the fact that people are now more tolerable of such things than they were in the past. Old blood families, however, might not be so keen on the idea and thus pressure their ‘special’ children to play by the roles given to them by birth. That is one probable explanation for it, he thought; secrecy out of habit. Regardless of the reasons, however, it became clear what Vento needed to do. As he said before, in order for social interactions work best if the participants are as honest and as candid as they can be; without that, there was no point in even trying. Thus, with that said, the young man ignored Daiki’s presence altogether when he passed ‘him’ by, borrowed an umbrella from the inn, and went out into the rain once more. |
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| Mariko | May 27 2016, 03:43 AM Post #34 |
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It seemed that lady luck had really forsaken the heir that night, or was already asking for payment for those times she had saved Tsuna's ass from destruction and humiliation. The moment she had her hands on the plastic bag that contained around three pads and a couple of disposable underwears, which hopefully was of Tsuna's size, the beige-blonde haired teen turned only to see her supposed roommate, Vento, was there, when he was supposed to be in their room upstairs. With how he wore his expression and from where he stood that time she saw him Tsuna could presume that he had witnessed the little altercation between her and the brunette lady behind the reception desk. The sound of the raindrops died down in the background. Color left her visage as her round eyes followed the raven-haired teen's every move that appeared to be in slow motion, and when he passed her by without a word the cross-dresser's heart sank. He ignored her. He did not even demand for anything. He just simply moved on as if she did not exist, and it made Tsuna terrified. She wanted to stop him. She wanted to explain everything, that she lied for a reason. She wanted to ask if he was upset, and to ask if what he heard bothered him, but there was a huge lump on her throat she could not speak. The girl stood there motionless and speechless while the noise gradually went back to her senses just in time to catch the man borrowing an umbrella. The door made a painful screech making it known to everyone within the area that someone just left. Tsuna made a turn to find Vento outside. "But.. don't go away yet..." There was nothing she could do but to stare without a sound. Everyone lies, some out of habit and some out of important reasons, however there are people who hated lying to the core regardless of the reason behind the lies. There are people who make a big deal out of it, seeing dishonesty as an unforgivable 'crime', and even if they forigve the person just to give themselves peace of mind they will never believe anything he will say because that person's credibility is tarnished. The trust they have given the said person is broken. This, Tsuna knew. She would not run after him. He deserved his space since perhaps he felt he had been cheated. She deserved this kind of 'punishment', and she should have prepared herself prior --- people would really walk out of her life once they knew she just tricked them, that the 'Daiki' they knew did not exist --- or was not among the living --- no matter how much she explained to them that the pretend was out of necessity and not meant to hurt and disappoint anyone. And thus she dropped her shoulder and forced herself up the stairs, and back to Room 214. She closed the door but didn't lock it, still hoping he would come back and let her explain even if the same was dubious. She kept the lights off, maybe the man would want to keep it dark until his return...but his return might be just a wishful thinking. Tsuna went back to the bathroom. After locking the door, she peeled the clothes she wore and ran the shower once more, this time without any pleasing coo. Guilt was a drag that weighted the blonde down, and the very water that dampened her soul much more than how the water had soaked her body wet. He was, at least, kind to her, and this was what she would give him in exchange? "But you should have known from the start, Tsuna, that the day you assumed your brother's identity this and much more than this will happen." After the shower that seemed like forever, and emptying her supply of shampoo not only for her hair but also to 'clean' the bathroom, or at least to make it smell a little pleasant, she went out in her new clothes. The pink shirt was quite loose for her while the chino shorts snuggled her waist just right though its length was way below her knees. She was holding two plastic bags: one for the old clothes and the other for the 'supplies' the receptionist had given her. The chest wraps and bandages were over her shoulder while her hair wrapped in towel. After dumping the plastic bags in a closet that was the only furniture in the room, she sat on the farthest bed while taking the binds and looking at them. "What? Should I even bother?" she gave off an exasperated sigh before throwing it on top of her pillow. Then, she proceeded drying her hair using the same towel that was wrapped around it. The scent of crisp citrus filled the air before gentle notes of jasmine and camellia petals tickle her nostrils. "Do I really even have to bother hiding my hair, huh?!" she rubbed the towel roughly on her long locks. "Look what you did, Tsuna. You're left behind with no business, whatever it was and a debt in this ... place, other than making feel someone disappointed," to amuse herself, she spoke in a tone lower and thicker than her usual, and then say her reply in an audibly thinner and more feminine. "What can I do? Yeah I have been careless but what else can I do? What's done is done. If he comes back I'll just explain!" "Do you really think he will come back?!" she told herself with her practiced masculine voice while flipping her hair to the other side before running the towel to her locks once more. "Yeah kind of," she said in her normal voice, "But I'll just explain it to him! Like... I'll tell him that... that... cold water turns me into a girl --- WHO AM I, RANMA? Okay, I'll just... tell him that... that... I have two genitals, the left and the right --- WAIT THAT IS INSANE!" Tsuna sighed leaving the fabric on top of her head. "What would Daiki do? What would he tell me?" She peered to the lone window, the pallid moon served as witness to her noisy introspection. "Just say the truth." "Okay... I'll just tell him the truth. I'll just tell him that... yes I am a girl, but I'm kind of forced to become a guy because ... that's what my brother wanted me to do. My brother told me I'm dead, so I have... no choice but to be him... sort of. Look at the bright side Tsuna, at least for tonight you have your titties set free." Upon hearing herself, she grunted and palmed her face. "Get over with it, he won't be back. Just sleep and think of your escape plan tomorrow." |
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| heiner777 | May 27 2016, 02:33 PM Post #35 |
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"Sapientia Sola Libertas Est"
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Vento returned to the room and turned on the lights only to find himself in a state of confusion, primarily at the sight of a distraught Daiki who was in deep despair judging by how she had cupped her face like a desperate pilgrim repenting for her sins at the altar of some god. He really did not understand what the big deal was, ‘he’ was a ‘she’ – that was about it; that Daiki hid her sex was nothing to be worried about since there was likely a reason for it. What that was and how it managed to influence the young lady’s decisions up to this point was not his to pry nor did he want to do so. He did want, however, was the other’s cooperation and simply acted in accordance to what he thought was logical at that point in time in light of the escalation of events that led to the revelation of Daiki's 'real' self. “What in the world are you doing?” he asked in rhetorical nonchalance . He did not expect a reply nor did he want to hear it since it was probably for a trivial reason such as ‘being found out’ or ‘not being able to keep up with the act’ or something to that effect. With a casual throw, the raven-haired scholar threw a paper bag that had been slightly dampened from the downpour. “Here, I bought you a pair of proper medium-sized nylon chest binders since a spoiled idiot like you probably has no idea of how reckless your primitive method is and how it is affecting your body,” he said, and he was correct, if the sight of chest wraps and bandages were any indication. Although he had no clue how long Daiki had been practicing such harmful methods of breast reduction for the sake of putting up her male persona, his scientific and medical knowledge knew better than to let it slide as soon as he realized the high probability that the sudden increase in bust size from when she stormed out was due to the lack of those overly restrictive fastenings and not some mere optical illusion. Vento correctly assumed that that was the case and went out to buy something better than what he figured was what the blonde had been using all this time. Still, even if he had been wrong, it would have made some nice underwear for a lesbian like Daiki. He continued from where he left off. “Honestly, lesbians like you think that you can just bind your chest willy-nilly without consequence. Well, let me just tell you that improper binding for prolonged periods of time damages the chest tissue and restricts the flow of oxygen, and may even lead to broken ribs and fluid buildup. You are slowly killing yourself by suffocation; no wonder you are so physically weak,” chastised the scholar. “If you hate your female body so much, earn some money for a sex change and do not resort to improper methods like the one you are using. I have no use for tools that cannot do their jobs properly; you have potential for use in my plans, but I prefer pawns that can last long-term. Anything less is a waste of my time.” After he was done with his explanation, Vento sighed and sat on the bed adjacent Daiki’s with arms crossed. He had wasted enough time playing house with Daiki; if he wanted to get started with the expedition into the Genie’s Lamp by tomorrow, he needed to brief her on her upcoming role as soon as possible. He was not here to make friends or memories, his assignment is of the utmost importance and the sooner he can get the young lady aboard the better. Even so, things needed to be followed in order to facilitate optimal results in this social interaction. Hence, even if he knew that there was no time to waste, Vento was willing to endure this pretense of civility for a while longer if only to secure Daiki’s full and willful support. “Well, now that that is settled, let me just get one thing straight. If you think this is your fault, it is not,” explained Vento clearly. “You do not owe me anything, not even an explanation. Everyone is entitled to keep their secrets without the need to justify it to another. You have your reasons that you did what you did, that I am sure, but that is your privilege – keep it to yourself if you want. Thus, even if I can only assume what it is, I will not ask for it; that is the respect I can give you as an equal in an endeavor.” Vento’s eyes then lowered into a deep gaze that shone like crimson pools of fresh blood. He examined her reaction, from head to toe, and watched Daiki intently as if he stared directly into her naked soul. He spoke once more while in that state. “Before I continue in detail, let me just clarify: I will not force you to join me nor will I stop you from leaving now if you feel like you are not up for it. I already paid for our temporary lodgings anyway, and you can keep whatever you have received from me. Whatever you decide, I will not hold it against you.” |
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| Mariko | May 27 2016, 11:19 PM Post #36 |
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In a time of desperation one can find a devotee crying out his woes through a faith-sealed prayer to his 'god'. He hangs on to what he believes his god is and what he could do, even if there is a great possibility that whatever it is that he begged for his avatar to do may not happen. And when his faith bears fruit, especially if it is timely since gods have this penchant of playing a little waiting game upon their zealots to test them or maybe just to take out their boredom while lounging on their thrones up above in their kingdom no one knows exactly where, no words can explain the relief and happiness that overflow within the devotee's heart. His belief to his god strengthens. To his eyes, he is greatly loved by this divine being. In a weird kind of way, the darkness that consumed the whole room along with the thoughts that the scholar had been offended by the lies was Tsuna's plight, her moment of desperation, and even if there was a small voice in her head telling her that Vento would not come back, she still held on to the confidence that he would. To her mind, even if his stares were as icy as his words he still bore a heart that of the sun. The lights of the room were lit opened and it was the miracle she was waiting for --- her 'god' had arrived to save her from the hell her mind had brought her. The relief and happiness of that to a devotee was worn by the young lady upon Vento's arrival. Her visage could not get any brighter. No matter how much he chastise her that moment, no matter how much he tells her of her idiocy, to her ears all of those were words of concern and compassion. The new chest binders would also serve as a testament of his concern. But was he really some kind of god, or he was just an angel of death leading Tsuna to her demise? Or was he a false prophet born to make the world believe that he was chosen by a divine entity to deliver the world from sins and hardship, but in reality would manipulate his blind followers to achieve his selfish desires? For the girl, it did not matter. Besides, the semi-palindrome of god is dog, and when one shows a stray dog care by giving it its sustenance, the said dog will offer its loyalty to this master. The dog will be eager to please its master, returning his kindness with its unbeatable warmth and display of affection, and do anything he will command it to do even if it causes severance of its limbs. Contrary to Vento's deep soul-deconstructing stare, Tsuna met this with her own childlike innocence and enthusiasm as they shone like diamonds. The blonde nodded her head, "Tell me! I'm not going to leave, I'll give my best!" she said in a pitch and tone appropriate for her gender while still holding the chest binders, the damp paper bag laid beside her. But first, a few things needed to be settled, or so what Tsuna thought. Since she would be hanging around with the raven-haired scholar she thought it would be important for her to be somewhat 'transparent' in order to be of good aid. "But you must know," she pouted afterwards, "I'm not lesbian. I'm just forced to pretend to be my brother. My name is Tsuna, second-in-line heiress of Uda Kushinada, magnate from Crocus... sort... of... something... Daiki is my brother but people say we look soooooooooooooooooooo the same. Well... he told me to run away because I'm dead and that's what I did. But I cannot walk around town wearing this face and these breasts as if they're yelling 'hey I'm a girl look at me I'm a girl I'm alive!' if everyone, or at least those who are concerned, thinks I am dead. I'm sorry if I lied. Don't be upset that I'm not a guy or a gay or a lesbian, even if... maybe... you prefer one of those? I don't care if you prefer men or gays, I'm still going to be here I promise!" There was an obvious change in Tsuna's behavior. For one, she spoke in a more relaxed manner. Her expressions weren't deadpan or forced to be concealed. Further, she tended to be as talkative as a three-year-old, unlike earlier when she would bite the insides of her cheek just to stop herself from talking. But hey, Vento could not blame her. She had been 'not herself' for a while now, and she had not talked to anyone as herself for quite some time. No one had acknowledged her as herself or cared no matter if she was a boy or girl (since, no one actually knew she was a girl), and this was the only moment in a long time that she was 'able to breathe freely'. Think about it as decompression after hours of being submerged underwater with nothing but fake oxygen. Although, unconsciously she was getting comfortable with the scholar... maybe too comfortable. "Now what do you want me to do? Tell me!" Edited by Mariko, May 27 2016, 11:27 PM.
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| heiner777 | May 28 2016, 08:29 AM Post #37 |
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"Sapientia Sola Libertas Est"
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Somewhere in his mind, Vento rubbed his face in frustration at the sheer flawed logic of Tsuna’s ‘revelation’ – if it could even be called that, especially the idea for her to live as her brother for whatever weird reason. Much of what she said did not register past a few material facts by reason of the statement's fractal nature which did not explain anything beyond Tsuna’s real name and heritage and made more questions than it answered. It would have helped if she gave a bit more detail as to what her choice of words meant, but it seemed like she was too excited that she utterly forgot to structure her explanation carefully, thus adding confusion into what could have otherwise been clarity. The explanation itself was vague and confusing because she merely stated that she just ‘ran away because her brother told her that she was dead.’ That was that – period. Anyone who did not know the weight and context behind such words would be left in utter confusion as to what they meant and that was where Vento found himself in. He did not have the ability to peer into another’s past to know that it was due to Daiki sacrificing himself to her pursuer so that Tsuna might live. Thus, his only logical conclusion was that Tsuna ran away from home because her brother considered her symbolically dead and did not want to bring shame upon the Kushinada name for her being a lesbian and thus was disowned. That she declared that she was not a lesbian might be an indication that she was still determined to cover up her true gender alignment, possibly as an effort to save face. Vento was not privy to the truth of the facts behind her life; and if he would have, he would have criticized the way she lived her life and would be the first to say that her brother’s sacrifice was in vain for the main reason that while it might have been true that they were indeed twins with near-perfect similarities, they were different ‘where it mattered the most’. Any seasoned killer or assassin would use their common sense to confirm their kill which in that case meant simply pulling down the underwear of the deceased. Should that have happened, regardless of Daiki’s ‘clever’ plan, Vento would probably tell Tsuna directly that the only reason she was still alive was because of luck and not because of her double-sided lifestyle. Thus, her façade was a waste of time and effort since, as it might be the case, the people who want her dead probably know that she is still alive somewhere in the world and that it was only a matter of time before they would find her. Regardless of what was the truth and whatever her reasons were, it was hers to keep. In any case, Vento let out a sigh and cycled through his thought process after dealing with that unintentionally flabbergasting ‘confession’. It was clear to him now that Tsuna did not have much in terms of physical strength and was easy to allow her emotions to interfere with her thought processes to the extent that it jeopardized her intellectual acumen, but she did express some manner of misplaced zeal towards him, and at the very least that guaranteed some degree of certainty in terms of short-term cooperation. Thus, the scholar took a deep breath in and started with his own monologue. “Okay, first off, let me just explain outright that I want to hire you as my escort for an expedition into an old ruin called the Genie’s Lamp. Like I said earlier, nobody has yet reached the end of the dungeon, but ancient records recovered from the site tell of a massive amount of pure lacryma waiting for whoever manages to pass through the rigorous tests that its labyrinthine halls have in store for those brave enough to walk its halls,” he explained. “It is said that there are many traps inside, none of which are life-threatening, but more than enough to frustrate and deter half-hearted adventurers. Most of these traps are magical, and thus, I expect that I do not have to tell you why I want you to accompany me.” Vento’s scrutinizing gaze lifted from Tsuna to the dying rain drops outside their window. It was beginning to get thin enough for them to ditch the room and move to Vento’s job-provided hotel which was by leagues more luxurious than the inn. He could not wait to be back and sleep properly on the bed and he was sure the young lady would be more than welcome to partake in the luxury of a proper night’s sleep if she was not too distracted by the fact that they would have to share a room together. “In any case, I want to get back to the hotel so we can get some rest. So, before we go, I have a question – just how well can you control your magic?” He asked, expecting the worst possible answer. |
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| Mariko | May 28 2016, 11:43 AM Post #38 |
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Phck.
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Her explanation about her identity might be vague, incomprehensible, and nothing but shattered pieces of a broken mosaic that when placed together could not still see the beauty of such work due to missing pieces. It was attributable to three things: first, the maiden was too ecstatic to speak as herself she was unable to maintain clear and concise thoughts. Second, there was a hesitation to reveal everything. Vento did say he did not want to hear about it, or something along those lines, or would not force it out of her lips. The blur was somewhat intended to maintain 'respect' to his reservations. If he would want to hear a more detailed one out of curiosity, she would gladly give in. Finally, even if to her eyes her decision was just, and the things she had been through, she did not want anyone to pity her. Help might be needed and may be given, so was understanding, but pity was far from what she wanted. She had enough to dampen her soul. Yes, the blonde had heard from Vento that he was about to explore the ruins called Genie's Lamp which supposedly held a huge deposit of lacrima which both spelled power and fortune. If that was only what should be regarded Tsuna would have no qualms and right that moment she would accompany him to the mazelike dungeon, but not because of what was hidden in it but ... well, just because. However, if there was not any catch in this exploration the raven-haired would not ask for Tsuna's help. Upon hearing that there had not been a single soul who completed the maze moreso that it was teeming with traps powered by magic, the enthusiasm on her face turned to uncertainty for a split second. Why her? Of all people inside and outside of Poinsettia, why would he pick someone who was more of a liability than an asset? Was he that desperate? She could not figure out the logic behind Vento's wish as she was not even gifted with any ma--- "Oh yeah, right." She almost forgot that she had just tapped her ability hours ago. After years of trying to figure out her capabilities, delving on theoretical stuff and putting them into action, forcing her potentials out of her body with the help of her own brother and a teacher who gave up on her prior the attack on the Kushinada residence, the elusive skill had finally awakened --- she almost forgot that she could cancel-out other magical techniques. And following Vento's words, it was the reason why he chose her. The problem was, as it was just tapped hours ago she had no idea how she would 'call' it once again, or specifically, how to use it on will. She did not even know if she could cast other spells. Tsuna's head rushed to recall things that could have remained from years of being under another mage's tutelage and how her brother would work around his magic while she stood in one corner dying in envy. She thought deep and hard even for once in her life, forcing herself to be of use to this dog's new 'master' despite being, as she thought, useless to an extent, before giving out an answer. "Actually," she scratched her cheek as she gave him one of her brightest ear-to-ear smiles to hide the embarrassment, "I just realized what my magic is hours ago, after years of trying to figure it out! But -- but --- but! But that doesn't mean I'm backing out! Please give me a chance! I still got a few hours to do something even just a teeny weeny bity! Also I am good with bows and arrows! No one in our clan could be me in that, not even Daiki! Maybe that could be of use to you too! Please, please, please! I want to help you, I really do~ At least in that way I can repay your kindness!" she said, the interest in the expedition could clearly be seen in her round eyes. Her ears perked up when she remembered, even if it was quite late, that the scholar did mention he wanted 'them' to go to his hotel so 'they' could rest. She felt special, not only because finally she would have a more than decent place to stay reminiscent of the luxurious life she once had, but also because he did not really plan on abandoning her right after saying 'yes'. He could have just told her they would meet somewhere at a certain time the next day and leave her in that horrible inn as he indulged in a better place, but no. He would take her with him, and this she greatly appreciated. Or Tsuna had misunderstood Vento's words and assumed too much. Too much that she could not contain her joy she suddenly squealed in exhiliration before without a warning pouncing on the researcher and giving him a tight hug, not caring if he just met her earlier that day and that her body was pressed against his when she should be more cautious because other than the differences between their genders, she wasn't wearing anything underneath the pink shirt. "Thaaaank yoooooou Vento~ You're so kind and sweet! I couldn't thank you enough!" --- i hope up to this point everything is still okay, you're still enjoying this and i still keep you happy. coz i am happy. in response to your previos ooc, yes i am finally figuring out how to play Tsuna. also, the spoilers on Tsuna's arc is all over your post, hahahaha. Edited by Mariko, May 28 2016, 02:17 PM.
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| heiner777 | May 29 2016, 01:40 AM Post #39 |
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"Sapientia Sola Libertas Est"
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((Haha, sorry about that; it was the only way I could think of to respond to Tsuna's statements without resorting to blatant meta-gaming since if I had Vento deduce things from that sentence, it would have been more confusing and it would have come to a technical meta. Besides, with the way I wrote it shows Vento really struggling to make sense of it. Anyway, once this arc is over, feel free to lead Vento around if you want to do an arc of your own later on. I give you express permission to do so.)) There was a saying that taught that one should learn how to make lemonade when life gave one lemons, but in the present case, the lemon which life gave to Vento was not even a properly grown one; rather, it was a seed that he needed to cultivate it first to allow it to produce lemons before he can even harvest them and make lemonade. It was a good thing then that the young man had already prepared himself for the worst so the shock of the revelation was not as widespread as it could have been had he not done so. Still, under the circumstances, he wondered if Tsuna would still be a good choice as a companion; even considering the fact of her fervent desire to do good by him was notable, in the long run, it would ultimately not be of any foreseeable use. He did not want what-ifs, he wanted results. Regardless of what his logic was telling him, Vento reasoned out that her skill was too much of a good thing to waste. While it was true that cold logic dictated that he recruit a far more practical candidate, reason twisted the conditions to only do so once Tsuna had proven herself as ill-fit to his needs. He would give her a chance to cultivate her magic skills under his strict supervision, and if she failed, then he would just call it at that and move on – as simple as that. Vento was not about to let the best chance of success slip through his fingers so easily; not if there was still a sliver of hope that she could control her powers just enough to bypass the more important traps inside the maze. Before he can prolong his train of thought into a coherent plan of action, Vento felt his body tense up when Tsuna lunged at him to force him into a surprise hug. Chest to chest and heat to heat, both teens were locked in an embrace that shared foreign sensations and bodies pressed so tightly that they threatened to become one, as well as the more subtle hints of the fact that the blonde was not wearing any underwear beneath her slightly loose-fitting pink shirt. For any normal human male, it was at that point that an alien desire would most likely ignite in one’s loins which, seemingly for the first time in what seemed like countless eons, the vermilion bird of lore that had been in igneous slumber would finally awaken in a fury to proclaim its existence. Even something as flimsy as a cheap denim barrier would probably have a rough time containing the raw savagery of the awakened beast, the struggle forming a sizeable lump after a while. However, Vento Aureo was in no way a ‘normal human male’, as Tsuna would soon find out. Despite the scholar’s obvious handicap in positioning, Vento managed to slip both of his arms around Tsuna’s body like a ring, locking her in from the arch of her back. His eyes slimmed down into a knife-like edge as Mens Nexus went to work in examining Tsuna’s body, but it served nothing more than an indication – a marker. Based on what he saw earlier, Tsuna’s ability activated because she was in mortal danger; thus, if he could recreate the same threat to her life as back when she was confronted with that magical gun, there might be a chance that her magic might show itself and dispel Mens Nexus. It seemed as if Tsuna noticed it too – it was the most probable reason why she would outright fly into him in such a manner that threatened to choke him with her entire body. It seemed I had you pegged all wrong, Tsuna; you seem like a decent assistant. “So you noticed it too, huh? From the time when that gun was pointed at you?” he started with an enthusiastic tone, “I was planning on refraining from recreating the circumstance when you used your magic until tomorrow, but it seemed like you do not want to waste time just as much as I do. I admire your resolve!” In the moment the words of praise left his mouth, Vento’s hold tightened around Tsuna’s body; muscles and joints working simultaneously to produce as much constriction as the scholar’s body could make with his current level of strength. Slowly, but surely, he would suffocate the young lady until she would release her magecraft or fall into unconsciousness, whichever one came first. Edited by heiner777, May 29 2016, 01:50 AM.
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| Mariko | May 29 2016, 08:11 AM Post #40 |
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Phck.
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Tsuna's face glowed once more upon feeling a pair of strong arms wrapping her own body. The scholar appeared to welcome the heir's affectionate gesture of gratitude. She could not help but to smile, purring in contentment and glee that fortified a belief she had held onto tightly the whole time: despite Vento's strict adherence to logic and reasoning, and his detestation of emotions he was still human capable of caring for someone. He has a heart, and it was not of stone. This made the blonde more than happy as she thought she had found someone who stayed with her and placed his full trust even after the lies --- like how her brother would stay by her side whatever the circumstances may be. Come to think of it, or to Tsuna's thoughts, this intelligent young man from Neo Cortex was somewhat filling her brother's shoes. Vento and Daiki might have differences in their ways of expression, but it boiled down to the same cause: they both cared for the young heiress. The enthusiasm in his voice, something she just heard now, further fanned the growing glee within her soul, though the words he uttered did not seem to match his actions, his tone, and the young lady's flow of thoughts, which made her miss the fact that Vento was overly consumed with his goal he was not really making bonds with the girl or accepting the expression of gratitude. It was actually doubtful that he knew it was an act of gratitude, and Tsuna missed this idea. "What did he mean 'I noticed it too'? What circumstance did he once plan to recreate? What 'resolve'?" It all lingered in her head. If the scholar was able to defy his logic with his reasoning, Tsuna was able to dismiss the questions in favor of the moment. "Haha, I don't understand what you're saying," the blonde giggled as she was ready to let him go, satisfied that she had already sent her message across. However, once she had lightened her hold of the young man was the same time he held her closer. "Oooh, possessive? Don't know you're that affectionate too. But hey, we just met!" she got the message wrong, hence she kept her body pressed against his to share warmth while her hands rubbed and gently patted his back. Every breathing moment she felt the increasing tightness of his hold to the point his arms dig to her flesh. It was getting painful, as if her ribs were about to get crushed. Tsuna found it difficult to breathe as well. Hastily she unfastened her arms around him, sliding her hands to his shoulders and tapped them in rapid succession. "O-okay Vento, we're good already," she stuttered while wincing. Was he hearing her? Tsuna started to lightly push him away, hoping he would release her from his constricting clasp without getting offended or having a notion that she disliked his embrace. She did not mind if he would be a little affectionate and keep on embracing her, but not to this extent. "Ven...Vento --- your h-hug already hurts!" Was he killing her softly? Was he upset with Tsuna that he wanted her dead? That's impossible, he just asked her to aid him, so it did not make any sense if he would kill her prior the journey --- but he already was! A few more seconds of this and she knew she would pass out. Her lungs were to collapse, bones about to break. Her head felt light already as her vision started to swirl. "L-let me go, please." She could already see the starts. Air wasn't entering her system anymore. She heard her back emitting a loud cracking sound. "I SAID LET GO!" In a snap, a familiar dark-colored sheet appeared between the two, but since they were too close to each other the magical barrier passed right through Vento's face and body. If he has any unseen magic activated, it might be canceled out and rendered useless for some time by the barrier. If Vento would let Tsuna go, the latter would cough for a couple of times as she gasp for air and squirming in pain. "M-My God, V-Vento! Your embrace c-could kill people! Have you been w-wanting to be hugged th-that badly you can constrict like an a-anaconda?! You're to kill me!" she coughed then continued, "You c-could have just said you needed my soul as an offering, at least I know I am going to d-die and could've g-given D-daiki a headsup in heaven that I'm coming over so he can prepare a room for me there! My God! I --- I just hugged you because I am deeply touched by your gestures and super thankful of all the things you did! My God, t-that's not the right way to hug people! D-do you even know how to hug?! That's too tight! My God!" ----- ooc: yay! i was about to ask you but i got a little shy. thank you so much! ----- Spoiler: click to toggle
Edited by Mariko, May 29 2016, 08:27 AM.
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