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[turtleen]

Muselist here

This post comes with several options:
1) Give me a prompt
2) Give me a blank response and I'll go with something

And within those options:
A) Just post with one of your characters and I'll choose which of mine
B) Ask for whoever you want of mine but leave yours up to me
C) Several options for either
D) I can even pick for both maybe

You can leave something to be done now, or maybe down the line sometime, YOU NEVER KNOW WHEN I MIGHT STRIKE or maybe you do...

Also use this for whatever memes or PSL stuff you want to spring on me any time.

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I'm not giving a scenario gimme peter

[depicted]

why is that icon really cute

[dontknowhim]

[Hi Dorian, welcome home, there's some idiot standing on your doorstep, looking really confused. Having been knocking for a while, he's now trying to look in the windows. Too bad the blinds are in the way so he has to crane his neck every which way to try to get through the cracks. He turns when he hears footsteps, though, and brightens up, raising a hand in a wave.]

Oh, hey! What's up?

because dorian's super cute

[depicted]

Apparently, a strange fisherman is trying to break into my house. Or spy on me.

Is there a reason you're stopping by, Peter?

damn, it's true

[dontknowhim]

[If this is the universe where boyfriends live together but not as boyfriends then it could be to spy on Judas, whatever, that's okay right.

Either way that's not actually the reason.]

Well, I thought about hiding some fish behind your couch as a prank, but, nah...

[That doesn't mean he's going to say the reason so easily. CHANGE THE SUBJECT, HAHA]

[depicted]

Very cunning. [No. Dorian smiles, ever so sweetly, and then says,] Shall we go inside?

[dontknowhim]

[YES PLEASE LET HIM IN- wait play it cool.]

Sure, sure, thanks. After you. What're you up to today?

[depicted]

[Dorian opens the door, allowing Peter inside. Up goes Dorian's jacket, off go his shoes, and he half-glances back at the apostle. Still with that open innocence, as if he doesn't distrust everything this man is saying.]

I was going to go out, get some new clothing for Judas perhaps. [Behind his back, obviously.] What are you planning, Peter? [For the day, he means. Clearly.]

[dontknowhim]

Oh yeah? That sounds pretty risky, are you sure you're ready for the backlash?

[He fiddles with the shade of a lamp in the front hall, still just playin' it cool, nothing wrong here.]

I don't know myself, got the day off until the evening shift, just hanging around until then.

[cagedinflesh]

[Hyde had sworn to protect Dorian, and unlike his other half, he isn't a liar. He remains true to his word, despite the soldiers he slays to do so being Unseelie. With three of them surrounding Dorian at once, Hyde takes notice and grabs two to throw them backward. Unarmed, but unafraid thanks to his Restructuring. As they hit the ground, the other turns his attention instead to Hyde, stabbing him clean through the chest. Of course it shouldn't come as a surprise to anyone in the Drabwurld that he appears utterly unaffected. He grabs the soldier's wrist, crushing the bones, and pulls that sword from himself to behead the offender. The other two try to leave, not only for fear but likely to report an Unseelie shardbearer turning on his court. Of course Hyde can't allow that, so he goes after them, kicking one who tries to stand and stomping on his spine, stabbing the other. After a few more swift kicks, he turns back to Dorian.]

Are you alright?

[depicted]

[He won't die. He tries to tell himself that again and again: he won't die. He won't die, it will be all right. He won't die. He's immortal and he won't die.

But he can't fight them off, and the truth is he will die, he will and it will hurt, and as he closes his eyes he readies for the pain—

—until it doesn't happen. For there is a man, no, a monster, a monster brutally, cruelly killing, a monster viciously attacking. A monster hurting his own side.

A monster protecting him.

Wide-eyed, breathless, Dorian can't answer for a moment, can't even breathe as he looks at Hyde. Hyde, the first to take Dorian's life. Hyde who had wrapped his fingers around Dorian's neck and shattered him out of boredom.]

I . . .

[Dorian covers a hand with his mouth, but he nods, wanting to assure, he's safe. Hyde saved him.]

[cagedinflesh]

[He offers up a hand as he steps closer, not too fast so he won't startle the boy.]

Good, I'm glad. I think it would be best if we went somewhere else. Will you allow me to take you somewhere away from the battle?

[depicted]

[His hand is tentative, uncertain. But he reaches out, and he does take hold. And slowly, his palm lowers from his mouth.]

Yes.

[So quiet, in all the din. This monster comes before him, and he feels he has been saved by a knight.]

Please.

[cagedinflesh]

[Giving that hand a small squeeze to reassure, Hyde bends to place a kiss upon Dorian's fingers, apparently happy to play the part of the knight. He lingers moment longer to trace Dorian's cheek to his jaw.]

This way.

[Finally, starting off running, he leads Dorian away, always keeping a hold on the boy in some way or another, even if he needs to fight or push at all. It's really as if he's stealing a painting in war, which of course, isn't so far off. He can't just set it down, even if it leaves only one hand available. Weaving through the battle, Hyde brings Dorian to the forest and slows to allow him a chance to catch his breath.]

You might wait out the battle at the Station, or the clinic.

[depicted]

[Such a knight is absurd, and Dorian still flushes at the gesture, becomes still in trepidation, in anticipation. In that moment, his world becomes Edward Hyde, and it feels so much safer and kinder than the battlefield around them.

Then they run. Dorian would stay close to Hyde if their hands were not bound, but that link of contact is a grounding chain as they race. When Hyde fights, Dorian draws close, and when they must dodge, he draws even nearer. He nearly collapses when they reach the forest, falling forward onto himself. Each breath comes with pain, with the staggering of tears.

When he can breathe again, he raises his head. He thinks about safety, but he doesn't know what to do. To desert? Hasn't he already, by the hands of some enemy soldier?]

You'll go back to the fight?

[cagedinflesh]

[He stands perfectly still, no heavy breath, no desire to sit, only watching, with what seems must be as little effort as possible. There's a pause, a moment of reflection as he regards Dorian from the corner of his eye, thoughtful and yet still predatory. Come to heel, but still a wild beast.]

No, I think that I shall stay with you, if you will allow it. This is where my loyalties and interests rest.

[depicted]

[Berserker is something more than Dorian. He can fight this battle. Dorian is sure he must enjoy it, must love the bloodshed and carnage. He can release those basest of instincts, the most violent and censured of all human habits, and do so on everyone.

But he doesn't. Dorian presses a hand to his collarbone, bracing himself. His breathing comes down.

His eyes don't leave Hyde's profile.]

But only if I allow it, you say.

[bloodright]

[Well. It's essentially the same, switching bodies with an identical twin. Only a few minor differences in the way they've trained themselves, really. Plus the years Dante has on 'the big brother' now...

The only immediate tell is the matter of personal grooming. If might have taken a little longer to realise if it wasn't for that stubble, and mess of hair in his eyes. How Dante can even begin to see through it all is beyond him, how is he the older one now when he's such a child. Oh well, it's an easy fix, all he has to do is shave and get a bit of a trim. Which is exactly what Vergil does. Sorry, were you growing that pathetic bit of facial hair?? It's half gone already.

(This can be RCverse or something - or not at all, WHATEVER)]

[stylish_hunter]

[It's strange being a little leaner, and clean-shaven again he hasn't done that in a while, but overall it is indeed very much the same. He'd almost not noticed at first, if it weren't for the sudden clothing change he'd have thought someone shaved him in his sleep.

The first thing he does is brush his hair back down in front of his face where it's supposed to be thank you very much. He can't fix the beard but he sure can try to find his actual body and figure out what the hell is going--]

The hell do you think you're doing?

[How did he know you'd be in here? Are you doing what he thinks you're doing? Damn it he worked hard on that!]

((I DON'T CARE RCverse probably easiest for us?))

[bloodright]

[Don't start with that, dad kept his hair back, clearly that's the correct form, if anything is. But if the little brother wants to keep looking like a child, by all means.

He pauses to glance over, but only for a moment before continuing on.]

Exactly what you've done. Making things bearable.

((RC probably does make things easier for something like this so SURE))

[stylish_hunter]

[Excuse you Dante decides what the correct form is for his hair thank you very much. Mostly because he's lazy but also because Must Be Different.

He huffs indignantly but there's really not much he can do to stop this save for trying to wrestle the razor out of his hand which, while tempting, isn't really his style. Dante's only physical when shit's getting real. This is just annoying.]

It took me years to grow that you know.

[bloodright]

If that's your hobby, then I think you need a new one. You can thank me for giving you the opportunity to do it again, though. I'm sure it will be fun.

[Does he look like he cares? There, good as new, no more feeling or looking like a slob - but for the hair problem. At least for now that can be pushed back, even if it is too long. He might have asked for his clothes back, but then, they likely wouldn't fit so well. Less important anyway.]

[stylish_hunter]

[Does Vergil ever look like he cares? Ugh. Not completely intolerable given that he went clean shaven for a long time he just got... kind of depressed. Had his reasons, left it as it was. Wasn't worth it anyway.]

Great, just what I always wanted. Aren't you the least bit worried about whatever the hell's happened here?

[Body swaps aren't exactly normal. And look at Dante pretending to be the mature one.

It won't last.]

[bloodright]

[No, he...really doesn't. Good point.]

Yes. But still it's hardly new. I'd almost say we're lucky for once, it could have been worse.

[Maybe it's alright having his twin around. At least powers and appearance are all relatively intact - at least there isn't some crazy person running around as a halfdemon.]

Worrying won't change a thing.

[stylish_hunter]

Better not let anyone hear you talking like that, that's asking for trouble.

[At least being switched with your twin isn't too horribly jarring. The power is a bit different but by no means nothing he can't cope with. And he'll certainly not be running off on some power-crazed mania. He'll probably just get grease stains on his clothes.]

When did you start taking the casual attitude?

For Waver | Chaldea adventures

[hellenization]

[Idleness is not something that suits Rider well. He'd go so far to say that it's his enemy, but an enemy can be fought easily. Idleness is a state to be shrugged off, and today, that means shrugging off the idea of laying around and deciding to walk around the corridors of Chaldea in search of something, anything to do.

So he begins his walk, sandals padding on slick flooring. With any luck, adventure will find Rider, or else another mission will come up. Either's an acceptable outcome.]