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( quests ) daphne
WHO: choubee aza + quest buddies!
WHERE: all over the place
WHEN: throughout the month of january
WHAT: quests and frog fighting
WARNINGS: general warning for swearing, will be updated
( prompts will be left within the comments! if you'd like to do anything specific with choubee and we haven't spoken about it already feel free to pm or hmu on plurk at
vongaribaldi! )
WHERE: all over the place
WHEN: throughout the month of january
WHAT: quests and frog fighting
WARNINGS: general warning for swearing, will be updated
( prompts will be left within the comments! if you'd like to do anything specific with choubee and we haven't spoken about it already feel free to pm or hmu on plurk at

( quest 41 ) tsumugi
Huh?
[ He's read the quests for this month already, but Choubee's only coherent response to Tsumugi's sudden declaration of being his fairy gemmother is mild bafflement. Eye growing wide for a brief moment before his brows furrow, creating an obvious crease, and the corners of his lips curl into a frown. ]
What makes you think that I even got a wish? If I wanted shit to happen then I'd just do it myself.
[ Isn't that obvious? And even if Tsumugi's suddenly a little less squishy than usual doesn't mean he's gonna get him to get soft!! ]
-- Anyway, this book here makes that fairy bitch sound like a parent or whatever. You're no where close to what my ma or pa was. [ And for the sake of simplicity they're in the library of all things. Choubee seated and back resting against one of the shelves as he has a book resting on his lap. ]
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mm, no, it's not his turn to make wishes right now, is it? better abstain from saying anything for now in case the town overhears and make tsumugi's perpetually bad luck even worse. not even the GOOD LUCK that he'd gotten from the omikuji that he'd gotten last "christmas" helped his matters at all. ]
Oh, you've read that part perfectly! Well, almost. That's not what the story is trying to say?
[ another tutoring session at the library as usual. tsumugi squints at the page choubee's focusing on, hand reaching up to his face to adjust his glasses only to realize that he'd left his glasses at home since he doesn't need corrective eyewear as a gem anymore. sweet. ]
I'm not trying to be anybody's parents here; honestly I don't think I'd be able to handle you if you were my child, Choubee-kun. [ he jests. probably. ] But you should have at least one simple wish, like a simple meal or for someone to do chores for you... It doesn't even have to be complicated, so wishing that your worst enemy should die a thoroughly painful death is, of course, out of the question.
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She was gettin' all up in her business like a parent would... [ He mumbles it out, somewhat embarrassed but not immediately going silent to simply ignore what Tsumugi has to tell him. He just closes the goddamn book. ]
Hey, I was an okay kid. [ Not that he's anywhere close to the child he was in the past. He snorts, however, completely shrugging it off. ] Also that's a pretty shitty rule -- killing someone ain't even complicated! You could do it easy, can't ya, since you're a rock now?
[ Then again he wouldn't want him to. Tsumugi is too kindhearted of a person; he can't kill another person and Choubee is well aware of that by now. ]
I do all of that for myself. I don't need you doing anything else for me. [ There's a short pause. A quick inhale and exhale, a sudden idea coming to mind. ] You promise you'll make any wish of mine come true?
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[ just random musing, until he sharply turns to choubee at his homicidal remark. maybe he shouldn't have brought the killing part up - ]
I really don't want to kill anybody, though! [ not anymore; he's put that miserable past behind him and he'd like to keep it that way. ] You can easily just talk it out with someone instead of relying on some magical wish to make things okay again, jeez. Besides, I'm still prone to breakage in this state, so I'd rather not lose a limb while carrying out a wish like that.
[ he lets out a sigh, despite being a gem who lacks lungs now, expression softening. ]
But other than that, yes. I'll do anything, promise. [ hopefully this declaration won't send him to hell again. choubee wouldn't do that, would he? ]
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We can put you back together, right? [ He's not arguing about it anymore, he's simply curious. ] It'd be a hassle if you permanently lost an arm just because it broke off.
[ There's something in what Tsumugi says that Choubee finds himself responding with a buzz; a kind form of authority, or perhaps confidence, that he'll be able to make his wish come true. What should be relief is immediately replaced with self-disgust at the sheer thought of lowering his defenses and believing in another person for once. He's certain that Tsumugi won't try to betray or ridicule him -- he's too weak, even as a gem, Choubee would certainly find a way to crush him into dust if the situation called for it. And there's also that familiar, small but darker feeling that lurks in between his bones, the quick impulse to hurt him, though admittedly it's something he is barely conscious of and doesn't fully understand.
He turns to look at him, a little guardedly. Grasps after an explanation that satisfies him -- or he feels like it does, at least. He doesn't really know. Only knows that something in him quickens and hurts with the vivid reminder that pulling someone close means that they will inevitably be torn away from him. ]
I dunno.
[ He knows that explains nothing and isn't what the other wants to hear. ]
Stay with me. Just... don't go somewhere where I can't find you.
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which is why choubee's wish just... catches him off-guard. it's tempting, though, to laugh it off but the sincerity in the other male's voice that seems out of place would have tugged at his heart if it were still there inside him.
thankfully, he's not that heartless. not anymore. maybe choubee has also sensed a kind of darkness inside tsumugi, which is why they'd grown so close over these past few months. ]
I...
[ what would he even say to that?! he blinks once, twice, his glossy bangs covering his eyes as his gaze falls to the floor with clenched fists. ]
That's too broad for me to do anything with, though. [ his voice is level enough, but he's so relieved that he's lost the ability to breathe because he could've been hyperventilating by now. ] Do you mind being a little more specific, Choubee-kun? I don't want us to fail a quest again.
[ failing him in general, he means. ]
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And he realizes just how stupid that wish was. How stupid he is; this world is not like his own, where there's something he can obtain and live forever -- and more importantly, a world where Touma is. What is he doing asking for something to make him feel so comfortable when he already has a catalyst for that? ]
...
[ He wants to say fuck it. Fail it. It doesn't matter, it's not like they'll die -- ]
Let me pat your head, I guess.
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super smash frogs. ultimate ( lupin )
Well this blows.
The world is a lot bigger from this perspective and he absolutely hates it, ribbiting out what would have been a verbal complaint before he decides to venture outside. Anyone familiar would definitely know it was him in this body; his right eye white and clouded with a mix of red and yellow coloring his skin. Those unfamiliar would definitely think those scars are not befitting for an amphibious creature but... listen... shit happens.
So while hopping around town he's come across of several other people stuck in his situation, but then he comes across one. This one, for whatever reason, just... pisses Choubee off. Causing his cold-blooded ass to boil because... what the fuck... why does this frog have such a punchable face?? That's enough reason for a brawl, right? Yeah.
Without any real rhyme or reason he simply decided to hop on top of Lupin's little frog body. Oh my god Lupin's being jumped and I can't stop laughing sib please just take this tag and don't look me in the face. ]
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Basically, he's having a bad day. Suddenly having a mutant-looking frog jump on his head out of nowhere does not improve things. Normally, his reflexes would be good enough for him to avoid something like this, but, well... he's got frog reflexes now. ]
-- Gah! Watch where you're going, will you?!
[ immediately reaching up with his amphibian arms and trying to shove whoever's on top of him back onto the ground. ]
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Ooooooh! You really are just -- [ like me, he wants to say, but before Choubee can so much as finish he's being pushed aside. His hind leg immediately stretching forward and just kicking the other frog. Be nice? All he did was jump you? ]
I was aiming straight for ya, bastard.
[ He's not even gonna bother lying about it. ]
But maybe it was just some frog instinct, y'know, ribbit.
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Really, he knows this type. Some people just enjoy picking fights for no reason; he saw plenty of them as he grew up, men desperate to find some semblance of control, even if it meant getting hurt (or hurting someone else.) They couldn't only have nice, cultured people in town forever, he supposes. ]
Frog instinct, [ he repeats, very dryly. ] I'm as annoyed about this situation as you are, my friend, but you're not going to accomplish much of anything this way.
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Whatever~ [ He glances to the side, positioning himself upright. ] Right, we gotta work together and figure things out. I get it. [ He doesn't. But he realizes that patience is a virtue and maybe, just maybe, if he finds out how to break this curse properly he can actually kick this guys ass properly. ]
But if they're tryin' to get us to bring good fortune, that's gonna be a little hard between the two of us. We'll have to find some girl frogs.
[ He... OBVIOUSLY DOESN'T KNOW ABOUT KISSING FROGS AND SHIT OKAY. ]
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No, no, we just need to find some regular girls. Getting kissed by another frog won't do any good. [ pause. ] I think.
[ that would be weird, but like, maybe?! He's not going to pretend he's an expert on fairy tales. ]
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Regular -- so human girls, they'll help us out?
[ wait ]
... We gotta kiss 'em? Really?
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( quest 42 ) rin
I'll let it be known here and now, I ain't ever fought demons before.
[ When Rin approaches he'll be able to observe that Choubee carries a single weapon: a large axe that's more or less more suitable for a person twice his size. Still, he holds it steady over his shoulder while an arm rests leisurely around the handle. ]
But I heard from someone that they're of flesh and blood, so killin' them should be easy enough, yeah?
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I'm not surprised. Most people haven't.
[Exorcism doesn't seem to happen in a lot of other worlds.]
Eh... for the sake of makin' this easy, sure. We'll go with that.
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Then you go ahead and lead the way.
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Rin is just. Not going to mention that he's also a demon and hope this guy didn't bother to look at his conversation with Link in the same post.]
... yeaaaah.
[Is this going to be a bad time? Rin has a sinking feeling its going to be a bad time.]
Let's go.
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But he follows behind, trekking through the snow and keeping an eye out for any of those dastardly demons. ]
So are demons not an unusual enemy in your world?
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Yeah. I'm actually trainin' to be an exorcist back home. Most just wanna be left alone but some do cause a lotta problems for people.
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( quest 42 ) vriska
[ The walk to the well is a familiar one, so it doesn't take Choubee long to leave his house in Flavo and make it there. Equipped with a large ax wielded in one hand, he's sitting along the edge of the well waiting for Vriska to arrive. ]
Oh. [ He pauses briefly. As she steps closer, it's evident that he's observing her face closely. ] Shit, you really do got eight pupils. That's cool.
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[ Man, don't you stare at her. Vriska walks up with her chin held high, though her hands are strangely empty. And just as she said: yellow sclera, and one eye with 7 pupils, for 8 total. She's looking him up and down, too, clearly taking his measure.
... but he calls her cool, and that gets her hackles to go down. ]
You think so? Well, at least you have taste. [ a beat. ] Cool scars.
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[ Unarmed? He doesn't silently regard her as a fool for agreeing to stepping into a demon's den with no weapon -- he's certainly done worse, literally going to an unknown land with nothing but the clothes on his back -- and simply assumes that's where her strength lies. Purely physical, something that a criminal like himself can appreciate. ]
Thanks. [ He snorts, bringing up his arm and resting the axe on his shoulder. Using his free hand to point at the eye decorated with scars and void of any color. ] Tore it out myself.
[ Like it's something to be proud over!!! Anyway. ]
Don't need anything, yeah? Let's go ahead and move out so we can get back before it's dark.
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But he'll get to find that out in due time. Instead she just snorts with laughter at what he tells her?? ]
Seriously? What the fuck, are you some kind of psyco? Holy shit.
[ she seems totally delighted, so apparently it is something to be proud over? ]
Anyway, nah, I'm good. Let's get this over with. Maybe on the way you can tell me why the hell you ripped out your own eye. [ she'll get them started walking, grinning up at him in clear hopes of a story. ]
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anyway, back the tag,
Is he a psychopath? ... By definition, perhaps, but he's never been one to care for the human psyche much at all. ] So long as you tell me how your eye got like that -- but I can probably guess: you're just born with it?
[ He's lived a difficult life and Vriska will catch a glimmer of that as he decides to walk beside her, humming to himself as he recalls the memory of each scar on his face. The sheering heat that spread all across the face the moment cold steel connected to his cheek, carving away skin and flush until blood was spilling down his face. He remembers, vividly, of how the first and most drastic of the three was on his own behalf. ]
It ain't much of an interesting story. My baby brother and I grew up with bandits. [ That's an easy start, never mind the fact that he's completely disregarded just how they managed to end up in that situation to begin with. ] They were annoying ass guys and petty as hell, whenever anything didn't go right they'd immediately blame it on us since we were the youngest there. The second they decided we were "different", they decided they wanted to pretty us up a little. I decided to give 'em a hand and they turned chickenshit.
[ tl;dr they said they were gonna hurt his brother and he panicked ]