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⌛ Who: Childe and YOU!
⌛ What: October event shenanigans + various
⌛ When: 15th-31st
⌛ Where: Western Kingdom since he lives here, all over
⌛ Warnings: Violence, gore, smut (public and non-public), Childe Things


I - Blindside Date

[ It's only a few days into the warning that Childe manages to escape Zhongli's watch, waiting until the other man had been sufficiently distracted with sleep before dressing himself and leaving the apartment to go see what was going on in the world.

When he'd first heard that it was dangerous to go outside at night, Childe hadn't known what to expect. Maybe the sky would be on fire, or monsters would be roaming the streets ripe for the slaying. Perhaps the roads would be overtaken by highwaymen in need of a good thrashing or maybe he might even have his abilities taken away from him, making his next few fights a challenge.

What he was not expecting was a repeat of the transformation he'd undergone so many weeks ago, when he'd been afflicted with a pair of bright orange ears that matched his hair and nine tails coming out of his backside. It was much the same this time around except instead of nine tails there was, mercifully, just the one, perhaps because he'd managed to wander indoors before the change could permanently root into his body, who knew. It certainly didn't reverse, it, but it didn't make it get any worse, either.

Whatever the case, as someone who was a tall, relatively good looking human on most days and a seasoned fighter on top of that, boasting a pair of ears and a tail only added charm points to his overall appearance. It's also charming enough to catch the attention of a few others on the few nights he spends at the festival in Nara, drinking and trying his hand at smoking with mixed results. As the days go on and Childe becomes a frequent sight on the festival grounds, it doesn't take long before he gets approached by a monstrous-looking Yokai to be "auctioned off" to the highest bidder and, good sport that he is, Childe goes along with it.

It probably helps that the Yokai nods to a select few in the crowd that look like they would put up a good fight, citing that they wouldn't mind the taste of "human meat" should they win.

In any case, as he's led up in an orderly line with the other humans who look increasingly wary and nervous about all the murmurs and the chants of "fresh meat", he's just going to sit placidly off to the side, regarding the crowd and the array of potential opponents with those giant fox ears perked in interest. ]

II - Filthy Full Frontal Express

[ He had always intended to return home, of course; at the end of the day, there was only one place he would prefer to lay his head, and thankfully the trains still ran even late into the night. There are of course none that run to Tokyo, but that's fine since the transit system is pretty connected anyway all throughout the city.

It's long past the hour of curfew by now and the people that occupy the car are a mismatch of yokai; some big, some small, some nervous and still retaining the last vestiges of their human forms. If he had recognized any of them before they were unrecognizable now, and besides that they all seemed rather... occupied with other things to pay him much mind.

Actually, when he considered it, a lot of them all seemed to be in various states of undress. A few seats away he could hear the familiar sound of skin slapping skin, and then off to his other side he could hear rising moans and wet noises that seemed to amplify tenfold in the cramped space of the train.

Try as he might to ignore it, the fox ears certainly didn't help matters and he finds himself shifting awkwardly, trying to ignore the rising heat under his collar. As the ride goes on it gets progressively worse, the few yokai and yokai-humans unable to keep their hands to themselves and making no effort to hold back their grunts and moans of pleasure as they fuck openly on their seats. Even the ones that had laughed earlier from either embarrassment or mortification at the provocative, inappropriate displays find themselves falling into the same frenzied state moments later until the air is filled with the sound of desperate, frenetic thrusting and cries of pleasure.

His gaze shifts to the side; if he happens to catch yours there's an invitation in his expression that's little more than a heated look and a coy smile before he looks pointedly at one of the amorous couples nearby. ]

III - Wish for the Moon

[ As the nights progress and more and more beasties take to the streets, Childe can be found in the heart of the carnage itself. While he doesn't feast on the people themselves, he comes pretty damn close to it; he is one of the few that adapts to the carnage with carnage, pursuing those feasting yokai with blade and spear and, when his hands shift into weapons themselves, with claws rending their flesh into shreds and viscera and splattering whatever or whomever happens to be close.

The unfortunate thing about everything is that with the fading of the moon so too, fades a little bit of Childe's own humanity. For someone that has thrilled in the pursuit of battle and all the trappings of violence associated with it, it should stand to reason that he takes to the anarchy and the chaos like a fish to water.

Perhaps you've stumbled across him during a particularly gruesome victory. Maybe you've just happened to be the human that was saved by him carving out a would-be attacker or foe; whatever the case, if some action is not taken to distance yourself from this odd, fox-eared man currently lapping at a smear of yokai blood on his hands, it isn't long before his gaze turns to the last standing body available - and the smile that cuts across his face like a blade is sharp and challenging, made even more macabre by the blood splattered on his skin that mats his hair to his cheek.

There's no mistaking the expression on his face; you're next. ]

IV - Wildcard

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