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THE BLACK SWORDSMAN
Humans are weak... but we want to live. Even if we're wounded... or tortured... we feel the pain."
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@no4s [continuation of this]
V laughed to himself. He did not realize that not everyone shared his parched sense of humor. It seems not everyone realized that humor of Infant Joy—a favorite of V’s when first meeting new people.
“My mistake, did you not find my joke to be tasteful. Allow me to properly introduce myself. You may call me...V. I have yet to know yours.” He leaned on his cane, easing the pressure off his leg as he wondered just who this stranger was that he was talking to.
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Hell yeah! Same at the two of you! 🌟🌟🤙
Some of you are actually really nice people and it shows
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Joseph reveled in the fact that he seemed to break through this iron leg lock! Like a trapped animal he attempted to escape from the hold but was quickly trapped in their grasp once more. Was running out of options and out of air, but he latter seemed like it would be the first he would run out of.
Remaining calm was his first and priority. Thrashing about like a fish caught on a hook would only tire him out. “(I’d better do something! Otherwise...! That’s it!)”
There was no such thing as a fair fight. Joseph began to thrash wildly planning to ‘accidentally’ nail Caesar in the crotch. He swing blindly, hoping he hit his target.
@gutsr .
They moved as fast as vipers and squeezed his neck tighter than any pair of boa constrictors. Any word which was attempted to be spoken only came out as raspy coughs and caused unnecessary strain on his already tightening throat. Joseph felt the muscles in his neck twitch and he was nowhere near close to giving up this easily. Never would he tap out.
“(This keeps then I’ll be a goner! Caeser might have the strength in his thighs but I still have one secret weapon!)” Joseph took took (or rather tried) to take in a deep breath as he gently touched his finger tips to the muscular thighs. “(Just…a little…more..! Come on, Joseph!)” He spider-walked with his fingers and found the crevasse he was looking for.
In one swift motion the stuck his fingers inside and began to tickle them, moving them like he was burying his fingers in dirt.
his breaths are measured , patient , every exhale timed in a rhythm that goes with his heart . the hamon of his blood hums alive ; he can keep this position forever if he wants to . having joseph writhe and teetering close to the banks of defeat is more than entertaining . but , then … BUT , THEN …. OF COURSE . the cunning man with more tricks up his sleeve than a magician found the secret to undo this all .
“ G - GH ! “ his breathing hitches , the smooth rhythm has an obstacle in the shape of crawling fingers stilt its flow . determination wrapping around his thighs like rope loosen and for a brief moment , his hold falters .
muscled brace resumes around joseph , fitting snug around his neck like a choker but with the warmth of a turtleneck collar . “ as if your tricks will work , jojo ! “
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[ squeezes joseph's head between thighs ]
They moved as fast as vipers and squeezed his neck tighter than any pair of boa constrictors. Any word which was attempted to be spoken only came out as raspy coughs and caused unnecessary strain on his already tightening throat. Joseph felt the muscles in his neck twitch and he was nowhere near close to giving up this easily. Never would he tap out.
“(This keeps then I’ll be a goner! Caeser might have the strength in his thighs but I still have one secret weapon!)” Joseph took took (or rather tried) to take in a deep breath as he gently touched his finger tips to the muscular thighs. “(Just...a little...more..! Come on, Joseph!)” He spider-walked with his fingers and found the crevasse he was looking for.
In one swift motion the stuck his fingers inside and began to tickle them, moving them like he was burying his fingers in dirt.
@no4s
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Sojiro was the type of man to not listen to the radio as much as he should. He always favored driving in silence or listening the copious amount of CDs which held songs from his youth. He removed his eyes from the road and twisted the nob feverishly to find the station. Instead of finding nasty vulgar tunes, he was greeted with pleasant sounds.
“This is what you listen to? You’re pretty different from most of the kids your age, aren’t you?” he removed his hand from the knob, resting his wrist on the steering wheel as he removed his hat.
“Eh, don’t worry about it. We’re already here and traffic should die down by the time we come back.” he looked around, the cloudy skies above helping him out so he wouldn’t have to squint passed the bountiful sunlight. “You see anyone pulling out? I think that silver Sedan might be.”
@gutsr . the horns of frustrated drivers answer with a heavy , persistent stillness of the roads , the lack of movement from the cars that line up like ants along the asphalt path being dismembered by a jackhammer and other construction workers . the drivers gave up , patience wilting much too soon , and sojiro’s is soon to rot . doppio manages a smile tipped with uneasiness - a natural feature to him like skin on humans .
then , he follows the movement of sojiro’s hand . fingers close to the radio knob and ready to twist . “ eighty - seven point seven . “ which would tune into frizz then guitars playing with lyrics jumbled into the cacophonous rock playing with it .
“ uh … could we walk it instead ? it doesn’t seem that far . “ the problem is there is not a spot to park and they can’t ditch the car at the drop of a hat . “ m - maybe we didn’t have to go . we didn’t have to come here , sorry . “ apologetic as they are here under his own suggestion . he frowns at the windshield that is now starting to dot with raindrops .
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" maxi. " elio stares at.
A plate of barren and spotless chicken wings sat underneath Maxi as he blindly dropped the final one to accompany its brethren. He wiped his mouth on the underside of the forearm and looked to Elio who had called his name. Thinking he did something wrong given their tone, he couldn’t help but slap on his nervous smile like a clown slapping on their makeup.
“Y-yeah? Got somethin’ on yer mind there, El?” He hoped it wasn’t about the chicken wings. If it was then...he’d have to think about some way to fix this.
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‘ get that education bro! GET THAT EDUCATION BRO! ’ - tidus at joseph :3
“You know i,t bro! I’ll get this education for the both of us! Once I get out of here we gotta go run, bro!” Joseph walked backwards as he cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled to Tidus. Even within his quite literal hand-made megaphone anyone would be able to see his cheeky grin.
Tidus was truly his bro, he was willing to drop him off and offered more support than his original group of friends. Joseph thought the world didn’t deserve to know the bundle of happiness known as Tidus.
With one last salute and wave good-bye to his Broseidon, God of the Brocean, he ran and disappeared into the campus.
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‘ NOT ON MY WATCH. ’ - charlotte @ joseph
All the young Joseph wanted to do was skate down the stairs in the carboard box he had found laying around. It seemed fun and he could handle any accident that could come his way, and Charlotte was just too adamant about letting him do his own thing.
“Ms. Charlotte, come one! What’s the worst that could happen? I’ve taken bigger and longer falls than this! Besides, I have a helmet with me so there shouldn’t be any worries!” He gestured to the helmet in the box which was sitting like the crown of a noble ruler atop the plushest of pillows.
“I’m not an egg, you know!”
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"SSSSSOMEBODY TOUCHA MY SPAGHET!"
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"Look at me, Guido. We're not even eating Spaghetti--or spaghet or whatever. This another one of those dumb internet things, isn't it?" Guts looked at Guido as he began unpacking the groceries. It was funny, what Guido said, but there wasn't a chance in hell that he would laugh right now.
He turned his back and silently busted out laughing, only to return to his stone expression.
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" so you just gonna bring me a birthday gift on my birthday to my birthday party on my birthday with a birthday gift? "
“BIRTHDAY?!?! Er....I mean Yeeeaaahh! Of course! How could I ever forget your birthday Yuuji, my old pal! I’ve got you a real doozy of a gift, you know!” On the surface Joseph was as confident as he could be as always, but deep down he was panicking. Was today really Yuuji’s birthday or was he just being messed with?
“(CRAP, I HOPE HE’S NOT JOKING! OTHERWISE HE’LL OPEN THE JOKE GIFT I GOT HIM!)” A bead of sweat ran from his temple down to his chin.
“H-here you go!” All he had to do now was sneak the gift and run his way home when no one was looking.
@no4s
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"I KNOW THERE ARE RECPIES ONLINE! I REFUSE TO BUY ONE! It wouldn't mean much if I went out and bought it! Making it myself is the best way to go about it!" Guts felt the need to defend his decision in order to have Mista understand. Even if he yelled, there was no anger in his voice, just an elevated tone. Guts cleared his throat, turning his attention to the coffee.
"I'm making it. Got this new espresso machine."
@gutsr . “ IT’S CAKE ! THERE’S RECIPES ONLINE ! and besides , i didn’t say YOU had to bake it . do you know how many shops here have cakes in their deli sections ?! the ones on display ! “ but his rant stops with a dead weight dropped . he contemplates it , chewing the idea around his tongue and mouth like a meat of questionable quality .
“ where ? “
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"BUT I WANT STRAWBERRY CAKE!"
“How many times do I have to tell you that I don’t know how to make strawberry cake?! It’s not like I can just go off and ask someone random person ‘Hey! What’s your secret cake recipe?’ Guido, come on!” The truth is, he had only been telling Guido that he didn’t know how to make as he was planning it as a surprise.
Regardless, this charade just had to keep up for a little while longer. She figured it was best to try and divert the conversation.
“How about some coffee?”
@no4s
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