After much deliberation, I've decided to make a new blog for the new group.
I'll be dropping Ib and also wiping Aoba's slate completely clean meaning all threads and relationships will start from scratch. I might also try a new approach to his character background but rest assured that all changes will be detailed properly.
With that said, this blog will no longer be active but I'll be keeping it for nostalgic purposes~ u v u
I'll keep you guys posted about the new blog's URL~
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Red Stringed RP was the first roleplay blog I went into head-first, absolutely alone, without knowing what to expect with a muse I barely knew.
Fast forward to a couple of months later (2 1/2, I think), I've gone through a rollercoaster of emotions and made a bunch of new friends. I'd like to take this opportunity to thank everyone who managed to put up with my randomness, mood swings, and overall craziness.
I'm very happy that I had the chance to know you all. I'm doubly happy to know that most of you will continue on to the new roleplay group where I'm quite sure the fun, randomness, and insanity will continue~Â
I guess this is all for now~ I'll see you guys again very soon :D
- Kaz
P.S.
Regarding threads / storylines:
I'm still contemplating about keeping all my ongoing stories... although I would very much prefer to continue with Virus and Koujaku 's respective threads. I think that they would resonate quite well, especially since Koujaku and Yamato's relationship would carry on to the new group (At least that's what I heard. Feel free to correct me if I got anything wrong ^^; )
I'm also p. cool with keeping everyone's connection to Aoba, although if you wish to start over and try a new approach with lil boy blue, just tell me and we can work something out.
Anyway, there'll be more to this when the new group is set up ~
I'll still be checking here every now and then but I can also be reached via Skype (Â kazzie088 ) given that it stops hating on me. Just please introduce yourself beforehand and tell me which muse you handle because my memory can be quite faulty.
Anyway, my skype (kazzie088) seems to be broken but just in case anyone's wondering, I am 200% in for the new group. I look forward to more adventures with you guys~ :D
aoba needs a boyfriend please sweet jesus let him have one
You never listen to me...and look at where it got you.
Desire laughs - a cruel and mocking sound. Somewhere else, Restraint bristles but keeps silent, chained to his post as he watches Consciousness crumble under Desire's taunts.Â
You call me reckless.
But my recklessness is nothing compared to what you've done to yourself.
"Shut up."
Consciousness covers his ears, shuts his eyes, tries to forget. But Desire is still laughing and the sound slips into every pore of his being, infecting him like a malevolent virus. His thoughts become fragmented, resolve cracking at the edges. The hollowness in his chest deepens, the darkness eating him away from the inside and crawling its way out.
"Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up."
For a brief moment, everything is silent and Consciousness almost lets out a sigh of relief- - until Desire reaches down, deep into the abyss within him to pull out his weak but still-beating heart.
You have no need for this.
This brings you nothing but pain.
Desire's grip tightens, white digging into red. Consciousness gasps as if that hand was closed over his throat.
Friends, family, lovers... you don't need any of those.
Casually letting the beating heart drop, Desire steps closer. His red-stained fingers gently, mockingly trail over Consciousness' cheek as he leans in close and murmurs.
You have us.
You are never alone.
--
Aoba wakes up with tears streaming down his cheeks and no memory of the nightmare. His heart pounds a staccato rhythm, uneven and lilting like a cruel laugh.
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"A-ahahâŚ" Yamato awkwardly chuckles at Aobaâs inquiry on who he was on the phone with, and he runs his hand through his tousled raven hair out of embarrassment. "J-just someone Iâm seeing, no biggie." It was a major biggie, but Yamato was much too flustered to even speak the personâs name.
"Just pretend that phone call didnât happen, yeah?" His face is still fervid with pink; man that conversation was definitely something meant to be taken in private. Note to self: donât answer that old manâs calls in public. That damn hippo, making him blush in front of another male like a tomato.
"Besides, our main concern is still your wrist. The swelling might have gone down, but somethinâ might be in your blood or maybe you could get sick. Call me a worrywart, but Iâd rather be cautious than dead."
"Mm.. Alright, alright. I'll stop bothering you about it."
It must be nice, getting phone calls from your sweetheart. Although Aoba thought he was alright with not being romantically involved with anyone at the moment, spending time with someone special is starting to sound pretty appealing. He wasn't really into the mushy, romantic stuff like holding hands while walking but when you thought about it, any activity can turn romantic as long as you were with the right person.
Unfortunately, he can't really imagine anyone he won't mind walking hand in hand with. Well, there was Koujaku but that was back when they were kids. There's no way the older man would enjoy holding hands with him now...
... Wait, why did he remember Koujaku of all people?
Aoba clears his throat in an attempt to distract himself from such random thoughts, his gaze falling on the spider bite.
"Actually, I can just ask my grandmother about it. She's a kind of physician and pharmacist so it should be okay. And anyway, I don't want to keep you from your lover~"
â [âŚ] âIâll have you know that I â â Cutting himself off, he makes a huffing noise, cheeks slightly tinted with crimson. Leave it up to Aoba to make him flustered over something so small. The bluenette just had a way with his words that ensured that Koujaku wouldnât be able to get out of anything or make a sudden topic change. Which doesnât mean he wasnât going to try.
"I am proudly a lone wolf." Tilting his head upwards as if to show that he was proud of that fact, he motions for Aoba to follow him into the kitchen. Of course, Aoba had seemed as at home as ever.
Walking into the kitchen, hopefully being followed by Aoba, he speaks up again. This time a bit more serious.
"Please, whatever you do, donât burn my apartment down. I wouldnât mind sharing a room with you at your house, but I doubt youâd like that too much." Smiling, he goes about looking in the many cupboards, searching for ingredients.
Taking some noodles down from the top shelf, he places them on the counter and then nods, as if finishing a task. Which he had. Getting all the ingredients out was a chore in itself. Admittedly, he was a bit rusty on how to make it, so heâd have to ask for directions.
"Of course. A lone wolf. That would make perfect sense since your house certainly looks like an animal den."
Aoba really missed poking fun at Koujaku like this. It was something he eventually grew into doing, a way for him to avoid acting awkward around the older male. The bluenette certainly wasn't this outspoken when they first met and it took a great deal of patience and prodding on Koujaku's part for Aoba's true self to emerge. Now the teasing just comes naturally, their banter keeping the atmosphere light and easy-going.
The bluenette follows Koujaku into his small but functional kitchen, quietly watching as the older man takes out the necessary ingredients.Â
"...Me? So you're making your guest cook? That's terrible house manners, don't you think?"
Aoba chuckles before giving Koujaku a slightly worried, sheepish look.
"I tried to make some before but it got Granny sent to the hospital. Something about her sodium levels spiking..."
   At any point of the year, Prava was a breeding ground for rumors that Virus felt the need to confirm. He didnât pay attention to too many rumors, just of the ones that involved him directly, or his beloved Aoba. On one cloudy afternoon when the sun was hidden away behind the clouds to avoid the inevitable reveal Virus had up his sleeve, the Yakuza pushed past the glass door to enter Prava Parts.Â
   âHello, Aoba-san.â Virus greeted, standing in front of the counter like a loitering customer would. âWhy Iâm here is actually for quite a special reason. Itâs not your birthday or anything, I know that much, but it does pertain to your friend. Whatâs his nameâŚKoujaku-san?â He hooked his hands together behind his back, hiding his eagerness to spill this information and see just how close to Koujaku Aoba were. Virus had his suspicions about it being romantic given how protective the hairstylist seemed to be around his âbest friendâ and how frequently they hung out, but nothing would ever be confirmedâŚuntil now. It furthered Virusâ selfish agenda nicely. Â
   âDo you know of him and that model? Rumor has it theyâve been seeing each other in intimacy. Itâs petty, but I thought it would be interesting to you.â Time to watch this shit take full effect.Â
As much as Aoba hated himself for doing so, just the mention of his childhood bestfriend's name was enough to catch his full and undivided attention. They have been seeing each other quite a bit in the last few days and the bluenette enjoyed talking to him, reconnecting and piecing together what happened in those years they spent apart. Although the subject might get difficult at times, it was reassuring to know that they were both being as honest and open to the other as much as possible. After all, trust was important in keeping friendships strong- -Â
" - - - With a model?"
So much for trust.
"It's the first time I've heard that rumor but... it should make sense. I mean, everyone here pretty much knows his name. But a model, huh? I would have never guessed..."
The bluenette was trying to keep himself calm, trying to reel himself back in. After all, it was nothing but a rumor, right? And rumors are just that, nothing more.
"Oh, okay. Â But if youâre feeling bad, please tell me, alright?" Â After all, they couldnât just have knocked out, sick-to-their-stomach customers all over the place.
"Ah, okay thenâŚ" she slid into the seat opposite his and gave a small smile, letting out a huge sigh as her muscles loosed upon contact with the soft cushion.  "Phew, I havenât been able to sit since this morning, so it feels relaxing!"
After a few moments she sat up straight and took up the small knife she brought with her. Â "Well, Iâm going to cut a donut in half, so are you ready to start sampling?" Â Nudging one out from one of the piles she switched it onto an empty smaller plate that she too had brought, and sliced it in half. Â She nudged one half to Aoba before she took the other.
"Thanks for the food." she murmured before biting into the donut.  It was sweet, soft, somewhat crispy on the outside, tasted like heavenly strawberry, andâŚwas drippyâŚ?
"Ahâ!!"  Shiki quickly put down her donut half only to see red liquid dripping down from her face and onto her lap.  "OooohhâŚ" she looked around for a napkin to clean it off.  She was going to stain her uniform at this rate!
"And here I thought that working in a bakery would be an easy job. But I guess work is work no matter what, huh?"
Aoba begins sampling the wide array of donuts before him, taking great care in biting the jelly-filled ones. If he was alone at home with these things, he would seriously just bite them on one end and and suck the jelly out like some depraved vampire. However, he was in public and with a cute girl to boot. He should act more like his age - calm, cool, collected- -Â
"- - !"
Startled by Shiki's gasp, Aoba glances up only to see a bright line of red streaked on her cheek. The sharp knife by her side glinted ominously and the bluenette could not help the sudden surge of panic.
He immediately reaches over, intent on checking the damage when his fingers brush over the wound- - only to realize that it was oddly sticky. And smelled of strawberries.
With a sigh, Aoba wipes Shiki's cheek clean with a napkin before settling back on his seat.
"Geez, don't scare me like that. I thought you got hurt."
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The model exhales in relief at hearing that the swelling had gone down. He turns to the bluenette and smiles at him.
"Glad to hear. But we should still get you checked out, in casâ"
Just then, a Japanese-themed ringtone interrupts him mid sentence, and Yamatoâs face reddens at the sound of it. Clearly it was a designated ringtone for a particular person, and he hadnât anticipated a call today.
"Ah, uh, excuse meâŚ" He fumbles as he pulled out his phone, answering with florid cheeks.
"Right now? Ah, I canât, Iâm a little preoccupied with someone at the moment, but Iâll go to your house around five, howâs that sound?" Yamato pauses, then laughs. "Whatever, you old man. See you later." Another pause⌠and Yamatoâs face drops with mortification. "D-donât say things like that, you cow! Bye!" He immediately hangs up and stuffs the phone into his pocket.
"S-sorry about that," he chuckles nervously. "Letâs get going, yeah?" He resumes his regular pace towards the personal doctor, his face still tinged with pink.
A cheeky little grin tugs at Aoba's lips as he notices the change in Yamato's demeanor. From a cool, collected guy to a blushing mess - only one thing was capable of inducing such a radically different state.
"Sooo, that seemed like a pretty interesting phone call~ Mind telling me who it was from?"
Of course, Yamato wouldn't tell him and it wasn't like Aoba was expecting him to say anything given that they just met. But it was always fun to tease people about their love lives. People in love tend to say the strangest things or do the silliest expressions. It was really oddly cute.
Plus, needling other people about their love lives keeps Aoba from thinking about his... lack thereof. It wasn't like he was depressed about that or anything but romance just did not seem to be on the horizon of his life at the moment.Â
23. Are they looking forward to the next Festival of Red?
Definitely!Â
Once the date arrives, it would be Aoba's first Festival of Red so he's really excited. He looks forward to dressing up, trying all sorts of new things, and stuffing himself silly.Â
{*} -Â Yes, this was good. He loved seeing these reactions when he teased someone. Sure, he shouldnât be doing this, but hey, why not loosen up a bit and play with someone? Well, this amount of teasing would probably suffice, he didnât want to make enemies.
But wait. That facial expression though. Aoba looked exactly like a hippo. Kagari couldnât help but burst out in laughter over his facial expression. âWhat was with that face? Are you trying to intimidating me or are you showing me one of your many animal impressions?â Kagari slapped his knees while rolling around in laughter.
"Ah, sorry about that, I tend to get carried away sometimesâŚâŚ really, sorry for dragging you around and making fun of your face. Anyways, that McDonalds there sounds pretty good, why donât we grab something to eat there?"
Kagari's laugh only served to tick Aoba off, an angry vein popping out on his head as the other mentioned something about animal impressions. His face turns a rather cross shade of red. like a volcano about to erupt- -
"- -!"
As quickly as it came, the bluenette's anger dissipated at Kagari's apology. Hey, Aoba was no stranger to pulling pranks on people. It was alright as long as no one got seriously hurt and you came clean afterwards.
With a sigh, Aoba's tense posture eases and he gives the other male a small smile.
"Hey, I'll have you know that some people actually find me easy-on-the-eyes.~" Of course, that was not counting his grandmother or his friends.
"Anyway, McDonald's sounds great. Don't forget that you're still paying, though."
â [âŚ] Koujaku trusted Aoba a lot. Even after he had been away for so long, he still trusted him with all of his heart. That, however, was a bad choice. Coming into the room, he pauses at the sight of the underwear before marching over and taking them from Aoba. That was not something he wanted the bluenette to see when over at his house! That just gave all kinds of wrong impressions.
He then shuts them back into the drawer and stands in front of the dresser, clothed arms crossed upon his chest. He tried to look stern but it soon fades into rather hopeless look.
"You werenât supposed to see those. Theyâre aâŚfriends. I swear. Yeah. She, uhâŚleft them? Here? Last night?" Smooth, Koujaku. Smooth. How about you just go ahead and tell Aoba about your reputation as Pravaâs easiest man. Thatâll surely impress him even more than finding lacy underwear in your drawers.
"Listen, I live alone for a reason. Iâm a single male. My apartment is supposed to be messy." Based on whomever had written the book on what menâs apartments should and should not look like. Koujaku thought he was doing pretty good here.
"Come on, are you hungry? Iâm not the best cook butâŚI get by?"
Aoba bursts out laughing at Koujaku's attempt at a reprimanding look, his amusement growing as the dark-haired man tried to explain the reasoning behind such a suspicious item. Koujaku acted so nervous that he might as well own that lacy pair of underwear.
Oh, but that made a terrible mental image, though. Well, okay, not entirely terrible but Aoba doesn't feel comfortable imagining his childhood friend in a pair of- -Â
"- - Yeah, sure. Proud to be messy. No wonder you're still single."
The bluenette takes a seat on the edge of Koujaku's bed, already feeling quite at home despite the fact that this was his first time visiting the dark-haired man's place.
"Mm, some late night yakisoba sounds good.~ I can help you cook if you'd like."
Never mind the fact that Aoba was one of the few 'talented' people on earth who can actually burn water. But it shouldn't be too bad if Koujaku was helping him, right?
"ErmâŚ" The mention of fan boys caused an uncomfortable look to fall on the taller maleâs face. He awkwardly rubbed the nape of his neck as he looked to the side and away from the blunette. "Well, yeah, I guess you could say thatâŚ"
Crap, that reminded him. He was in public, and he needed something to disguise himself from his admirers who could easily be watching his ever move. With one swift movement, Yamato flipped the hood of his jacket up, completely concealing his ebony locks and coal-like eyes from view. At a distance, he probably looked like a mugger or a thug, but Yamato would prefer people to avoid him than be devoured by his fangirls (and boys) again.
"It ainât glamorous, trust me." Maybe it was time to change the topic. "Howâs your hand feeling? You havenât gone numb, right?"
Caught off-guard by Yamato's sudden movements, Aoba merely stares at his 'transformation'. If the guy was forced to act this paranoid in public, he must have some really rabid fans. It made him feel a bit sympathetic towards the other male. It must feel nice to be admired by a lot of people but if you can barely take a simple walk outside without being mobbed then... that would make the fame hardly worth anything at all.
"Yeah, I can see that. Hey, if it makes you feel better, I'm not going to take your picture and sell them to some shady magazine. I'm not that strapped for cash."
Aoba pauses to look at his hand. The mark was still there but the stinging had - thankfully - stopped.
"...It actually seems like I'll survive." he replies with a grin.
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