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COUNTDOWN: PUTTING THE M IN MORALITY 3.0
Did someone contact you during your dreams? Perhaps you were lucky and a few images of your past lives were revealed to you. Then maybe when your phone begins to act strange, you aren't as surprised. Maybe there's a feeling that you've seen this before... could it be a case of deja-vu?
You could all say it started with a strange icon that popped up on your phone that day. September 9th, 2017, a mysterious icon begins your decent into a different world.
Did you press it right away out of curiosity? Did you press it accidentally trying to dismiss it? Or did you wait long enough for it to cover your entire screen, forcing you to interact with it? Either way, congratulations! You've got...a Terms of Service popping up in front of you?
Terms and Conditions ("Terms")
Last updated: September 9th, 2017
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You quickly notice there is no contact number or address. Uhh---
Yes | Hell Yes | Man I Can'T Wait to See What this is About! | APPLES!
It really seems like you don't have much choice. After pressing one of the four buttons (one of them trailing off to the side of the screen), a new screen greets you.
21 DAYS REMAIN BEFORE FULLY AWAKENING
Hey! Welcome to your new half life. Something like that. I'm Luci! You don't know who I am, but I know who you are. Freaky huh? But that's okay, cause you got a few of your friends coming in too. Anyway, answer these questions, we're gonna have a fun time talking about them, I'm not being all fancy this time, got it? Don't worry if the answer sounds 'bad'. After all, you're gonna be working with the rest of us! What's the worst that could happen?
I mean, bad things could happen. But that's why there's other people to help you! CHECK IT OUT GUYS I DID A FRIENDSHIP THING. PS - If you see something from a guy called "Guts", he can be really mean sometimes, so be careful!!!
Are they... acting like they’ve just hired you for a new job? (And really being impolite too. Who is this Guts guy?)
The first (and only) question for today is:
Would you kill a man/woman?
1) Yes! That sounds fun.
2) Yes, but only because they killed someone I loved.
3) Yes, but only out of self-defence.
4) This question is confusing me because I am unable to reach a proper conclusion.
5) No! That's so wrong!
6) No, but mostly because no one should know about my dark secrets.
7) No, I'm too pure.
8) No, but I'd pay someone else to do it. Guilt free, AND smart!
As you go to pick out an option... or try to exit out of it... you witness an all-too brief memory of a life you think isn't yours. A flash that makes you think you were hallucinating... or maybe something you've seen before in your mind. Your head hurts, your heartbeat increases dramatically, and you can barely see anything ahead of you...
Wait, did you already pick something? You don't remember touching the screen, but something's already been highlighted and pressed for you. Staring at the 'saving' prompt, you will later find out it was a deeper memory from your heart. It might terrify you, what you've picked.
After that, the program displays nothing else for a few seconds before a chatroom (appleNET chat v.301.02) boots up, with a username already attached to your account and a little icon, either a sword or a ship steering wheel, next to it. More worryingly, your answer is the first thing posted from your name. Not even a hi or hello.
Well good thing no one has any idea who you are... right?
But don't worry... this time you're not quite alone.
[OOC: The memory should only last for a few seconds, but it would be something significant that would surprise them. It could even be related to this question!
All mentions of their profession or other clues that might reveal who they are will be changed to [INFORMATION LOCKED]. However, due to the dream memories, their usernames will be a combination of the demon you chose for their Persona and their REAL name (not their AU one).
FOR PLAYERS ALREADY IN THE GAME: Your character now has their REAL name and their demon name. Additionally, NOTHING GETS CENSORED WHEN YOUR CHARACTER SPEAKS.
For the new players, have fun!]
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each fidget of the other boy's hand is met with a reassuring squeeze as it finds its way back into place, although Vincent is as aware of his reactions as any other subtle details in his current surroundings. there's less dread when his companion releases him a second time, if only because he knows it's coming this time.
he sighs quietly, finally pulling the jacket off from around his shoulders to drape it over a kitchen table to finally dry off. even in here, however, Vincent doesn't move too far from his partner; he only releases the jacket once they've both moved close enough to the chair that he doesn't have to wander off.]
Home again.
[it's meant to be a sardonic comment, but his energy levels are flagging enough that it comes out as more of a mumble than anything else. well, it was fine.]
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Home.
He could...maybe get used to that. Or he could if he would allow himself to think on it for much longer than a few seconds. The moment Vincent draped his jacket over the chair something else occurred to Kit and he was quick to rush to the garment and begin emptying the pockets of everything he typically kept within them. His knife, gloves, the tools he used for lockpicking...
His notebook had to be there somewhere, but...had it gotten wet, too?]
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Don't waste your time.
[with those harsh words he was pulling his shirt up until he could hold the hem between his teeth for several moments, leaving his hands free to pull the treasured object out from where he'd stashed it against his waistband. dry and unburnt, protected from the outside world by his clothes.
wordlessly he holds it out, shirt fluttering back into place. he wasn't going to say it, but Vincent knew how priceless notebooks like these could be. it would have been unforgivable to treat it any less preciously than his own.]
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He wouldn't forget this. Somehow, someway he would find a way to repay Vincent for this kindness. He had not only defended him on the sidewalk, but saved his life today after he'd foolishly run into the flames at that gas station and protected one of his most valuable possessions in the process. Everything Kit had learned so far about their situation was written between those covers. It wasn't much, but it was all he had.]
Thank you.
[He should have said it earlier, but now was as good a time as any.]
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[they're the same words but softer now, closer to the tone one would use for a you're welcome or it was nothing. Vincent's pride refused to allow him to acknowledge the concept that he'd done something kind without reason, especially not multiple times in a single day, but neither would some invisible force allow him to pull away.
just for a little while more...he couldn't say why, but he knew that if Kit held them in place like this for a few more moments then the other boy wouldn't owe him anything for the events of today.]
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Really, they did get very carried away in each others' presence, didn't they?
As he collected his belongings and started towards his room, he paused in the doorway and looked back at his friend. Because, after this, they were most certainly nothing less than that. Maybe they were even something more.]
We should get cleaned up. You can even borrow some clothes.
[It should have gone without saying with how much it was becoming a habit, but there it was just the same.
Kit didn't wait for Vincent's answer, either. He disappeared into his room, the door left open for him to follow if he wanted, or if he didn't...]
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the offer makes him chuckle, running a hand idly through his hair. his petulance had only allowed the medics to patch up anything that was bleeding, leaving quite a bit of smoke and grime on him. reckless as he was, there was no badge of honor to be gained from such filth in private like this. Kit would hardly be impressed.]
Maybe if you stop foisting all of your garbage on me.
[really, he was starting to wonder if Kit ever ran out of ugly sweaters. the answer was starting to look like no, which was vaguely concerning.
even so, he's already pulling his shirt up and over his head as he crosses the threshold into the other boy's room. it felt nicer than he'd care to admit to not have the acrid smell of burnt fabric wafting up into his face at all times now - even if the scorch marks were absolutely going to make this top a fashion staple later.]
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[Kit tended to prefer pastels or other bright colors, but he certainly wasn't lacking in things that would appeal to even Vincent's tastes. They simply tended to hang toward the back of his closet. Relics from the past, more or less.
Peeling off his own sweater was a process that took a little longer than it should have, the delay caused by the way Kit stopped to consider who had picked it out for him and how much it smelled of Vincent now for the smoke it had been exposed to. He wished it would stay that way and that, like the miraculous way it seemed to escape that blaze without a single frayed thread, that perfect aroma would be preserved. But it would be gone soon, much like the redness from his coffee burn earlier, though his skin was still quite sensitive.
If it weren't for wanting to wash that morning off him, all the grime and blood and sweat, he might have considered a cold shower. But as it was, unbuckling his belt and unfastening his pants, he started towards the bathroom thinking of nothing more than becoming light headed under a steaming hot spray of water. Nothing that was except his current company.
He paused again in the doorway, gaze weighing heavily upon Vincent as he looked back over his shoulder at the other boy.]
Are you coming or not?
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[communal bathing was far more commonplace in Japan than it was here in America; it's a perspective that hasn't left Vincent despite all the time he'd spent away from home. when his companion makes the assumption that they'd be taking a single shower, he doesn't even think to contradict him.
why would he? there was nothing wrong with being efficient about the hot water.
after barking his answer back he continues to strip, haphazardly tossing the discarded clothes onto the bed next to Kit's. it takes him several moments to remove all his piercings, and since his showermate seems to be in something of a hurry he removes his underwear as well before proceeding into the bathroom. it's another act he takes without thinking.]
cw: nudity or something. idek it's not super graphic so whatever.
Much like Vincent, Kit wasn't unaccustomed to communal showers, but his experiences hadn't stemmed from a cultural background or even one of environmental consideration. He'd spent an entire year in a juvenile delinquent facility. It was simply something he'd gotten used to.
And besides, nudity had never been something he was ashamed about.
Stepping inside the shower, the hot stream of water already blasting against his skin and dampening his hair, Kit held the curtain open and waited for the other boy to join him.]
give me a couple tags i can fix that
he ducks his head directly under the stream of water, completely soaking his hair. the rivulets running down his body as he straightens up again are heavenly, as is the steam slowly filling up the room. it really would have been an act of complete and utter idiocy to decline this.]
a cw is not a challenge!
Hands cupped to collect water, Kit doused his face completely, the dried blood around the gash across his cheek washed away along with what remained of the smears of dirt and smoke from the fire. It felt good. Hot, soothing, and most important of all, cleansing, but the dryness of his hair meant he felt what little cool air existed in the bathroom much more prominently. As such, he was forced a little nearer to his companion to lean over his head and dip his head beneath the stream of falling water, the pressure of the water kneading his scalp and coaxing forth a contended sigh.]
sure it is, that's what cw stands for in the first place
as such it was almost instinctive for him to reach up and assist in his companion getting his hair properly soaked. deft fingers move to shift the crimson locks around for more balanced access to the water as well as tuck wayward strands behind his ears. there was nothing soothing about hair plastered to one's face, he knew.]
false. you are wrong.
It was strange how his touch seemed even warmer than the water, but Kit didn't shy away from it. Instead, moving closer, he raised one hand and pressed Vincent's tightly to his cheek, over top the cut that he'd seemed to think Kit should keep earlier.]
excuse you, it clearly says "challenge waypoint"
there's no attempts to free his hand from its current prison. he tilts his head back to get a better view of the other boy, expression somehow contented despite its stoicism. his thumb runs over the edge of the wound peeking out from his own hand, pressing almost playfully down on it.
from this vantage point he could see all of the scars littering the other boy's bodies, ones that previous encounters had merely hinted at. they made him happy to see for some bizarre reason; it was as if Kit wouldn't be complete without even a single one.]
making things up on the spot doesn't make them real!
The gesture was met with a smile, small but amused. As if to remind the other boy that he would be the one to blame for the way it would scar, Kit pressed the Vincent's hand tighter to him, such that a fresh trickle of blood welled up beneath his fingers and ran down his cheek. It may have been washed away with the current of the shower, but it was as if he were passing ownership to his companion, leaving him solely responsible for completing the track that cut just below his eye.
And why not? Kit would much rather have a mark from Vincent on his body than a cretin like Kurt who lacked even an ounce of honor.]
good thing i'm not making anything up then, huh
his finger is angled crosswise from the cut, passing through it to create a thin x. from the tilt of his head it's easy to hear his silent words: like this. I'd do it just like this.]
i like how we cw here before it's graphic and then nearly forget in the actual graphic thread
Make it yours.
It was the one thing he couldn't wash off himself in this shower, but with Vincent's help he could overwrite that wrong and make it better. He wasn't just giving permission. He was asking.]
excuse you there's graphic emotions in this thread
he never did have a problem with taking what he wanted, and he very much wants to have this. a permanent mark of his presence in Kit's life, where all the world could see...there was no possibility of backing down.
his finger traces the line of the already existing cut almost lovingly, moving up from it until it reaches an acceptable distance away. he taps the spot twice, the only forewarning Kit receives before he's plunging his sharp nail into the other boy's flesh.
his blood is hot, but Vincent's hands are steady. he moves with no trace of uncertainty, leaving a scarlet trail in his wake as he slices a new crescent across his companion's cheek. it was like a triumph in and of itself - of the pair of them over Kurt, over the fire, over the past. there would be nothing in their lives that they didn't want there.
the blood thins out as the shower perpetually washes away the open wound, leaving an almost artful shade of red across his fingers. he remains where he is even after he's finished, holding onto Kit's face, just standing with him as he took in this moment. this felt right.]
and blood too now. way graphic. the most.
Fresh blood spilled in a bright red wave down his cheek, staining the underside of Vincent's nail and decorating the line of Kit's lips. He could taste the sweet metallic flavor on his tongue as he smiled, and he savored it. With it, all that Kurt had done was in the past and they had taken a portion of their revenge.
How did one thank another for something like this?
Kit wasn't sure what etiquette demanded in these situations, but he recalled the way Vincent had lapped his blood off Kurt's brass knuckles earlier and it gave him an idea.
Tracing his fingers wonderingly over the new wound, their tips were painted with red before he pressed them gently to Vincent's mouth.]
the most lurid thread we've done so far
when fingertips gently press against his mouth, Kit will find those lips curving up into a smile of their own. his own bloody hand drifts down from the boy's face to gingerly grasp his wrist, keeping them steady and safe as he eagerly accepts their gift into his mouth.
there's something akin to reverence in the way that Vincent savors the other teen's blood this time - at the very least respectful as his tongue works its way across every available surface, taking care to leave not a single drop remaining. it was a taste that he'd quickly come to love after only a few short experiences, and one that he hadn't anticipated drinking in ever again.
truly, this was the more sincere show of gratitude he could have been offered.]
hands down
Retrieving his fingers from in between the other boy's lips, Kit guided them back around Vincent's head and pulled him closer. And, as he leaned down, tongue escaping to tease away a spot of red that lingered at the corner of his companion's mouth, he turned his head and allowed his bloodied cheek to paint Vincent's.]
no idea how we can keep going without burning in shame
they clearly both haven't finished with this moment, but Vincent is loathe to disturb his newest blessing. instead he moves for the source, using their new proximity to press his mouth against the fresh cut and gently begin to suckle it. could the other boy see him from this angle, the way he had before? for some reason he fervently hopes so.]
we're fireproof? elmo.gif
If there was any other word for what he felt in that moment, it eluded him. But the way his companion felt was no mystery.
Vincent didn't hesitate. As always, his mouth was honest. He accepted his reward gratefully, as he had accepted responsibility for completing the mark on Kit's face. Even if neither of them would admit as much to the other, that mark belonged to him now, just as surely as Kit did himself.]
i didn't buy that upgrade...
for someone who had never experienced any of this in the past, Vincent found this entire moment surprisingly natural. not a thing felt out of place, from their bodies to their feelings. even the shower beating off their skin formed the perfect soundtrack to the bond that had been solidified now.
this was all his now. his and Kit's, as certain as as the tang of metal on his tongue.]
but it was a free dlc
i didn't buy the deluxe edition it came with