feigned: (i shake it off,i shake it off)
Oerba Dia Vanille ([personal profile] feigned) wrote in [community profile] granpulse2017-04-02 11:22 am
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i am the one hiding under your bed


MONSTER OPEN POST

want to play out fun/gruesome/depressing/etc. monster scenarios without the pressure of having to app into a game? thread them out here to your heart's content! post a toplevel with your character's preferred monster(s), a short description of the changes they've gone through, and/or examples of things you'd like to play out. then tag around and terrorize others!
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[personal profile] yolo 2017-04-03 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[Short answer: yes

Long answer: it's nice being able to nod off close to somebody knowing they weren't gonna slit his throat. Or drink his blood. Or eat his face. Because Ryslig had to make things that much weirder.

The only damage Fuu could ever do was blow out his fucking eardrums.

Mugen winces, digging a clawed finger into one furred ear. It's one hell of a good thing she didn't turn into something with a bigger mouth because he doubts his hearing would've lasted long.]


Chill. There's no sun in mine.

[He jabs an illustrative finger at the opposite wall, directing her attention toward the window and the sweet, sweet rays pouring through it, angled directly at the spot he was currently stretched and strung about.]

Not like you got anything to worry about anyways, sis. Maybe I ain't as uptight as four-eyes, but a dude's gotta draw the line at slug-zilla.

[Soon as he says that, he grins like a box of knives.]

Bet you're still just wishin' I was into y-- [Bait. Or it would have been, had her hand not whapped his face - dead center - at that exact moment with a resounding, wet sort of splat!] --Ghhk!

[For the moment, he can't see shit through the bright red residue that money shot just left behind. His mouth has also essentially, and pretty effectively, been glued shut. Slapping at the wood and dry wall around him, he grabs a hold of the first thing his hand comes in contact with, which happens to be a small, decorative knick-knack from the shelf just below the one he's taken up residence.

And he flings it wildly in her general direction.

No special name for this attack 'cause it really ain't that special.]
Edited 2017-04-03 22:07 (UTC)