theianooc | Test Drive Meme #2

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i. WELCOME HOME

So you've made it home without being maimed, mauled, or otherwise lost! Isn't that lovely? You've scoped out your room and everything seems to be in some strange kind of order. There's a distinctly lived in sort of feel about the whole of the house with every basic amenity afforded it, but what's this? What's that? What are these other doors beyond the usual staples of a living room, bathrooms, and the like? What, you didn't think you lived all by yourself, did you? Say "hi" to your roommate! Or perhaps they're just more family that you've forgotten you had?

ii. BUMP IN THE NIGHT

For whatever reason, you find yourself too far from home to return safely before nightfall, which leaves you with two options. You can either brave the vicious creatures that rise from the swamp when the sun sets or try in vain to hide in one of the rundown buildings scattered throughout the town. There are no locks and no more than a few panes of glass or wood between you and that which roams the streets. Or perhaps, by chance, you've lucked out and are close enough to the Library to seek shelter. For even if you are being chased, the moment any creature steps within a few feet of its walls, they burst into flames and die. How fortunate for you! Now, please mind your manners. You wouldn't want to activate the protections of the location and find yourself out on your butt with the monsters, would you?

iii. MIRROR MIRROR

It's a flickering icon that catches your attention in the centermost piece of the smooth surface that appears as some strange sort of screen. Touch it and the surface of the mirror ripples and reveals what appears to be some sort of interactive message board that appears to be going so strong. Perhaps you aren't so alone after all. Will you reach out through a post to the network?

iv. NOT ALL WHO WANDER ARE LOST

The sun has finally risen and you know what that means! Time to go exploring! With eighty percent of the town burned down or otherwise uninhabitable, there are lots of places to go wandering in search of answers and items. Too bad you're more likely to find a bunch of junk and more questions than answers, but you know what they say: "One man's trash is another man's treasure." From suspiciously human bones to broken old appliances to priceless jewelry and everything in between, if it's something someone would have in a house or shop, there's a good chance you can find it charred and-or buried somewhere around town.

Why don't you take a look around?

v. WILD CARD

Alternatively, feel free to choose your own adventure and do something else within the setting!

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[ ...that's actually a less unpleasant chore, both because it wasn't something any mere trash could accomplish, and because washing Bester was a bit like caring for Xanxus himself (which may or may not also be a thing because who can be bothered to wash his own hair). Even if Squalo would end up scratched up or bitten (cats generally did not like baths, but tigers did sometimes enjoy water. Where were ligers on that scale?). ]

[ So he's not exactly complaining about that one, but -- ]

Do you know where you're staying yet?

[ Because he would need a bathtub, and also even if he steeled himself to drag the motherfucking giant chair to Xanxus' new residence, he certainly wasn't lugging it door to door while his Boss looked for lodgings. ]

[ A couple minutes later, he finally spots the throne on top of a particularly high rubble pile (how appropriate), and pulls at it. At first it doesn't budge, but he finally gets it to move -- ]

What the fuck am I doing.

[ A flash of blue light, and a huge shark wiggles toward Squalo, floating through the air as if it were water. Gritting his teeth and probably yelling a bit, he heaves the throne on Alo and pats her side so she would start moving. The weight doesn't seem to bother her. ]

Hurry up.

[ Xanxus lets him scramble up the pile of trash before pulling at the throned lodged at the top. When he pulls out his box weapon, the Varia Boss turns, Bester at his heels. He expects Squalo to follow suit as he moves through the street at his own pace. His flame of wrath takes care of any low-life shits with a roar as the two walk down to the resident area like Kings. They reach the tallest building, and enter without a care. If the room has inhabitants, they're easily disposed of and Xanxus takes over. The throne is set in an opulent room near a window. ]

-- DO YOU LISTEN TO A THING I SAY?!!

[ At least, with Xanxus now leading the way, the answer to his question doesn't matter too much, so Squalo lets it go and follows until they reach... one of the houses? Did Xanxus decide to squat in some other building? It definitely looks bigger than the rest. Well, whatever. ]

[ Squalo makes sure the throne doesn't break as Alo shakes it off and poofs into dispersing blue fog, sets it down properly, then looks around for Bester. Wonder if he wants to take a bath... ]

Come on.

[ He finds the bathroom pretty quickly and holds the door open, praying for the giant cat's cooperation. ]

[ Bester lounges at Xanxus side, its white tail flicking behind him as he settles down for a nap completely ignoring Squalo while Xanxus turns to look at Squalo, red eyes locked onto the younger version. It's been more than 5 minutes and yet he remained. ]

Not this shit again.

[ First, it was the Vongola brats and now this? They took care of that scumbag, Byakuran, so why was Squalo still here. He has half a mind to find the fucking piece of shit that made the modification to the useless weapon and shove it up his ass. ]

Edited 2017-09-17 20:40 (UTC)

[ Okay, something is UP. Xanxus is not doing anything to motivate Bester or, more likely, him to get on with the goddamn bath. Was it a ruse? But why? ]

[ Squalo lets go of the door and folds his arms, meeting that red gaze with his own steely one and holding it, like probably no other mortal can. ]

'lright. What the fuck's going on?

[ A look.

How long has it been now? More than a quarter of an hour and yet he remained. ]

[ Instead of answering he gestures with his finger to approach. ]

[ Most of the time, following that gesture results in Squalo getting punched in the jaw or having his head bashed against a desk. Nonetheless, he does not disobey and walks up to Xanxus. Possibly gets down on one knee before him if he's sitting on the throne, so he doesn't look taller than his master. ]

[ He casually grabs a handful of hair and brings him closer. ]

You got hit with that Bazooka, fucking scum.

[ Squalo exhales, a yelp in the making but not realized. So that's what this is about. Xanxus' utter disregard of him (well, a bit more than usual) suddenly makes perfect sense. ]

The fuck I did. You're the wrong one.

[ A low growl is his only answer as Bester looks up, jaw open as if deciding to take a chunk of meat out of him or not. Long fingers curl painfully around his hair as if to emphasize the box weapons sentiment. Care to say that again? Who's the wrong one? ]

..........

[ Well fuck. Not that it would be the first time. Squalo clenches his jaw, hissing and bracing himself against the throne a bit, but keeps his gaze on Xanxus. ]

I didn't get hit by anything! Who the hell do you take me for?! I just got dropped in this weird place out of nowhere!! And you're suddenly fucking old!

[ ...he's not helping his case is he ]

[ No he's not.

In response, there's a blinding light as a flame like orb forms around his palm. Is that his flame of wrath? Want to find out? Keep talking. ]

Edited 2017-09-20 09:28 (UTC)

[ Squalo holds his breath and watches, not moving an inch. Lesser men might try to back off or look frightened; Squalo looks bewitched at best ~~and like he's barely containing a boner at worst~~. It's always such an honor, such a thrill to see that Flame up close, even if it threatens to end him any moment. That's what makes it exciting, right? Guess that line about being in love / captivated by Xanxus' rage wasn't just for show... ]

[ He did shut up, at least. ]

[ Too late. He smashes the orb straight into him and watches the piece of shit get sent back. Be glad he didn't use his full power. ]

Fucking trash.

Edited 2017-09-21 02:31 (UTC)

[ Ouch. That might not send him through a wall but there's certainly a nice Squalo-shaped crack in it when he slumps down to the floor, breath knocked out of him. ]

[ How much burns did he suffer? Is he missing skin on his face? Considering this must have been happening for years and Squalo's still not horribly disfigured, it's probably not bad enough to scar, but it sure does hurt. ]

[ His hair's a bit singed, too. ]

The fuck was that for, shitty Boss?!

[ Thanks to that punch, his voice is quite a bit milder than usual, but it's still rough on the ears. ]

Shut your damn mouth.

[ Well. That really doesn't leave much room to argue. ]

[ Squalo actually does as told for now. He takes a few moments to regain his composure and his breath, then carefully pushes himself up. Looks like nothing broke this time. What now, though? Was he being dismissed? Was he supposed to treat Xanxus like the right one now? Speaking of which, where was Xanxus, the one he knew as his?.. ]

[ Silence is just not meant to last with him. ]

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