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Strictly biz, don't play around. [semi-open]
⌛ Who: Dohalim and y'all
⌛ What: November Event Catch-all
⌛ When: November
⌛ Where: Hakone
⌛ Warnings: Smuuuuut smut smut. but other warnings will be updated if needed
Legend of Doggo: Breath of the Doge
[maybe it was curiosity in the task itself, or perhaps he was intrigued by the rewards gained if he were to actually succeed. Like he could say no to a treasure from this world; Dohalim probably won’t find the need to use it, but it would be a nice piece to have in the house as a decoration.
Yes, he’s turning into one of those house owners.
However. Maybe it was his hubris leading him into this, having just a little too much confidence in his skills to take on the Dodongo alone. He isn’t sure how long he’d been fighting the damned lizard creature; even the toughest zeugles in Dahna weren’t as bad as this one is. But he’s still trying to put up a fight, his rod clutched in his hands as he tries to look for an opening, dodging right before it strikes.
Maybe give him a hand here…]
Enchanted Bathwater
[he’d been to a few fancy bathhouses and hot springs in his time; being in his sort of position had allowed him such luxuries to indulge in. however, as he’d quickly noticed, there was no drink service like he’s used to, and nearly committing a faux pas of trying to catch a staff person’s attention, he’d just settled into one of the more public springs.
He must have missed the sign warning about the effects of the vortex of time; the next thing he knows, not only does he look like an actual child, but he’ll be going around to every kid in the pool and introducing himself. Usually, his parents won’t let him talk to those who obviously are not of noble liege, but his parents aren’t here right???? He’s gonna go make some friends]
Hi-- Oh, um-- [no, that isn’t how he should be speaking, where are his manners] Hello. Would you mind the company? [the child-like wonder in his eyes look like they’re almost begging yes]
Unlimited Thirst Works [locked to Red Wine]
[now, he’s not one to be driven by money by any stretch of the imagination. Really, he should have taken the bracelet off once the glitch was discovered and subsequently fixed. But… maybe like with the dodongo, curiosity got the better of him (wasn’t there a saying that it killed the cat…), and he kept it on, just to see what would happen.
Big mistake.
It started out bearable at first, something Dohalim could ignore, for the most part. But that, of course, didn’t last too long. As the kizuna effects really start to settle in, he can feel himself get increasingly more… well, possessive is probably the right word for it. He’d already claimed Allen as his own (which, really, he didn’t seem like he minded in the slightest), but… he’d left to go do… Whatever it is he needed doing. However, this isn’t sitting too well with Dohalim, and it’s showing ever so slightly, even though he’s trying not to let it show on his face. Namely the yellow hyacinths weaved in his hair and his eyes gleaming an emerald green; it seems the kizuna had chosen to show itself in forms of flowers (’Again with the flowers in my hair,’ he finds musing to himself, but not minding it too much).
But, he’ll try to ignore those effects (very poorly), by busying himself with a cup of tea. But when he looks up and sees Red Wine, his eyes look almost like gemstones as they glow. Honestly, it does take a lot of him not to jump over the table and take him then and there.
It’s a matter of decorum he has to uphold, after all, despite the heat in between his legs growing ever warmer and ever harder. He nods to the other man as he continues to busy himself with his tea]
Red Wine.
Unlimited Thirst Works [open] (Daikoh)
[it’s still a hunger he can’t seem to satisfy, a thirst he just can’t seem to quench. By all means, he really should be feeling absolutely spent, weak kneed, and unable to move. It has to be the damn bracelet; really, he should take it off. Is any sort of monetary value worth this? Some could probably argue it.
Even in his own arguments, he still doesn’t take it off. Even as the yellow hyacinths bloom in his hair, weaving through his wavy locks, he still doesn’t take it off.
But he’ll be shuffling among the hot springs, the warmth from the thermal baths and his own body heat that he just can’t seem to cool down melding together. It’s too hot. But… it’s also like he’s not doing anything about it. In fact, he does the exact opposite, as he pins the nearest person to him against the wall, emerald green eyes replacing his usual warm amber alight with desire, and… something else. Something akin to possessiveness, the need to claim one as his own]
⌛ What: November Event Catch-all
⌛ When: November
⌛ Where: Hakone
⌛ Warnings: Smuuuuut smut smut. but other warnings will be updated if needed
Legend of Doggo: Breath of the Doge
[maybe it was curiosity in the task itself, or perhaps he was intrigued by the rewards gained if he were to actually succeed. Like he could say no to a treasure from this world; Dohalim probably won’t find the need to use it, but it would be a nice piece to have in the house as a decoration.
Yes, he’s turning into one of those house owners.
However. Maybe it was his hubris leading him into this, having just a little too much confidence in his skills to take on the Dodongo alone. He isn’t sure how long he’d been fighting the damned lizard creature; even the toughest zeugles in Dahna weren’t as bad as this one is. But he’s still trying to put up a fight, his rod clutched in his hands as he tries to look for an opening, dodging right before it strikes.
Maybe give him a hand here…]
Enchanted Bathwater
[he’d been to a few fancy bathhouses and hot springs in his time; being in his sort of position had allowed him such luxuries to indulge in. however, as he’d quickly noticed, there was no drink service like he’s used to, and nearly committing a faux pas of trying to catch a staff person’s attention, he’d just settled into one of the more public springs.
He must have missed the sign warning about the effects of the vortex of time; the next thing he knows, not only does he look like an actual child, but he’ll be going around to every kid in the pool and introducing himself. Usually, his parents won’t let him talk to those who obviously are not of noble liege, but his parents aren’t here right???? He’s gonna go make some friends]
Hi-- Oh, um-- [no, that isn’t how he should be speaking, where are his manners] Hello. Would you mind the company? [the child-like wonder in his eyes look like they’re almost begging yes]
Unlimited Thirst Works [locked to Red Wine]
[now, he’s not one to be driven by money by any stretch of the imagination. Really, he should have taken the bracelet off once the glitch was discovered and subsequently fixed. But… maybe like with the dodongo, curiosity got the better of him (wasn’t there a saying that it killed the cat…), and he kept it on, just to see what would happen.
Big mistake.
It started out bearable at first, something Dohalim could ignore, for the most part. But that, of course, didn’t last too long. As the kizuna effects really start to settle in, he can feel himself get increasingly more… well, possessive is probably the right word for it. He’d already claimed Allen as his own (which, really, he didn’t seem like he minded in the slightest), but… he’d left to go do… Whatever it is he needed doing. However, this isn’t sitting too well with Dohalim, and it’s showing ever so slightly, even though he’s trying not to let it show on his face. Namely the yellow hyacinths weaved in his hair and his eyes gleaming an emerald green; it seems the kizuna had chosen to show itself in forms of flowers (’Again with the flowers in my hair,’ he finds musing to himself, but not minding it too much).
But, he’ll try to ignore those effects (very poorly), by busying himself with a cup of tea. But when he looks up and sees Red Wine, his eyes look almost like gemstones as they glow. Honestly, it does take a lot of him not to jump over the table and take him then and there.
It’s a matter of decorum he has to uphold, after all, despite the heat in between his legs growing ever warmer and ever harder. He nods to the other man as he continues to busy himself with his tea]
Red Wine.
Unlimited Thirst Works [open] (Daikoh)
[it’s still a hunger he can’t seem to satisfy, a thirst he just can’t seem to quench. By all means, he really should be feeling absolutely spent, weak kneed, and unable to move. It has to be the damn bracelet; really, he should take it off. Is any sort of monetary value worth this? Some could probably argue it.
Even in his own arguments, he still doesn’t take it off. Even as the yellow hyacinths bloom in his hair, weaving through his wavy locks, he still doesn’t take it off.
But he’ll be shuffling among the hot springs, the warmth from the thermal baths and his own body heat that he just can’t seem to cool down melding together. It’s too hot. But… it’s also like he’s not doing anything about it. In fact, he does the exact opposite, as he pins the nearest person to him against the wall, emerald green eyes replacing his usual warm amber alight with desire, and… something else. Something akin to possessiveness, the need to claim one as his own]
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Seems the big deal is this whole magic property thing they've got going on. Shoulda read the warning signs.
The boy Dohalim approaches is still small for his age, not much younger than Dohalim himself, blond hair plastered to his forehead and golden eyes watching the redhead with wide-eyed wonder. He looks... almost like he's never seen anyone like Dohalim before, and he curls in on himself with his knees to his chest and submerged in the water up to his nose.]
Yes. No? Um. You can join me if you want.
[The words seem to just appear directly in Dohalim's mind, in a voice that's soft and meek, and the boy simply keeps staring at him.]
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Um-- Did you... Did you hear a voice just now? Or did you...
[Dohalim has an idea of what just happened, but... no, it couldn't be... he's only read of magic like that in his fairy tale books]
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[He fidgets a bit, embarrassed, before raising his head out of the water.]
I-I've never spoken to anyone before, like this...
[And then he ducks back down, watching to see what Dohalim does.]
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You can do that? Talk to people in their heads?
[never in Lenegis had Dohalim ever heard of anyone be able to do that, and he's met some really talented artes users (including several members of his own family). the look on his face lights up a little as he forgets any propriety he had in him, offering a smile]
That is so cool!
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It's normal for my race...
[He fidgets still, but he raises his head enough to smile back at Dohalim. It's still a shy, awkward thing like he's never quite smiled before, but it is... indescribably nice to be talking to someone.]
So you've never met anyone else that could do that?
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[honestly, Dohalim's just happy he gets to talk to another kid like this without having to be all proper, and minding his manners. he can just be the kid he wants to be without his parents hovering around him.
he has a wide-eyed look on his face to pair with the smile as he hears the voice in his head again. at the question, he shakes his head]
No, never! You're the first one I've met who has the ability. What's your name?
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Up until Dohalim asks for his name.]
Um.
[Hm.]
I don't know... Am I supposed to have one?
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[if that's the case, he'd never met one up close and personal. but then again, Dahnans couldn't cast artes or use magic, so why could he hear his voice in his head... unless Dahnans possessed that skill and no one knew about it?
so many questions, and not enough answers.
if Dohalim were any other Renan with the suspicion of the boy was a Dahnan, he'd be met with disdainful glances at the idea that they're in the presence of a lower class race. however, Dohalim's face still has that curious look about it]
Then again, as far as I know, Dahnans have first names still... But my name is Dohalim! You can call me Do, if you like!
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[He has no idea what a Dahnan is, really, but that just means he can't be one. Right?]
I'm a Caelestite.
[Which probably doesn't mean anything to Dohalim - and it doesn't really mean much to him, either. All he knows about Caelestites is what he's learned about Soroz, the videos on Eraveil the colossus would play for him time and time again...
But Soroz isn't here, which is something he's trying very hard not to think about.]
Dohalim... sounds like a nice name. Does it mean anything?
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[and with Dohalim's ever curious mind, he wants to know all about them. sorry Navi, but if this kid was a cat, curiosity would have killed him a long time ago.
though, the compliment brings out a soft glow of a flush to his cheeks. he blinks once, twice, before bringing a hand up to his chin, finger tapping on it gently]
I don't... Actually know. I've never asked my parents about it.
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Um. They're from Eraveil, which is supposed to be really warm and pretty... They all have psychic abilities and were really peaceful, and they had these big ships called colossi.
[...]
I don't think there's any left, though...
[He tilts his head, curious about the color staining Dohalim's cheeks. Is that normal?]
I'm sure it means something good! I mean, it has to, right?
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[Dohalim frowns at that; the idea that an entire race of people being eradicated is a sad one to him. it reminds him of what he'd learned about Dahna, and how the Renans had colonised the planet and ruled over the Dahnans. a part of him didn't like the idea that his own people did that, but... it's just the way of things]
I don't know that, either. [he shrugs] I think it might have been a name from one of my ancestors from a long time ago.
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Oh... Do you think he was a nice person? If that's where it came from, anyways.
[He doesn't think someone would name their kid after someone who was a total asshole, but... He never had the opportunity to meet his parents and know what they would have drawn on for his name. He's not sure what's exactly normal.]
He would have to be as nice as you, right?
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[Dohalim fidgets on the spot for a moment, debating on what he can and can't say to him. as far as he knows, he's not on Lenegis, and there aren't any other Renans around them to scold him into having vastly different views of what the relationship between the people of the twin planets should be. or even just the social hierarchy of the Renans in general. he never liked that disparity, it just didn't seem fair.
he frowns softly, looking into the water]
If he was like any other Renan, then... Not a good person, at all. But... You think I'm nice?
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Well, Dohalim would know more than he does...]
I do! I think you're very nice.
[...]
I used to think about what it would be like to meet another person... And I'm glad you're the first person I've met!
[Even if they've only know each other for five minutes. Shut up.]