#corrust

munday on a fridayyy / accepting!

believe it or not (I can't lol), I actually started writing luce in early 2024! she actually first came to life as a dnd character (heavily modified yuan-ti rogue) and I had a wonderful time kicking ass across multiple ttrpg sessions. these games really helped me get into (and shape my own take) on the character.

"Don't look so sour. This is une occasion joyeuse, and your expression should reflect it!"

She supposed it followed that a man like him would be uncomfortable with high-class events. But he was the one who had come onto her. Surely he had understood what he was getting into? Perhaps he was just uncomfortable. Nerves were something that could break down over time, if that were the case.

Jacinthe stepped over to him and dusted off his suit - hand picked by her, of course. It was simple and classic - perfect for a black tie event such as this. Corbeau's usual attire was... fine, for casual affair, but she could not risk him dressing himself for his debut.

okay but have you ever beaten Splatoon 2 : Octo Expansion.

He's starting to get the hang of this Battle Zone thing. The city layout is still thoroughly confounding, but the red-walled Zones break it down into more manageable chunks. Admittedly, the rush of adrenaline that accompanies the rising barriers makes it difficult to focus on actually memorizing anything other than the nearest cover from which to attack his opponents from, but Guzma feels that maybe he's becoming a little more familiar with things. But that's not the point of being here, is it? He smirks as another Trainer groans in defeat. He may not have the benefit of Mega Evolution, but it didn't seem his opponents did either. If he recalled, many were in this in order to gain the ability to wield it.

The hours pass and the number of opponents dwindle, but just as he's wondering if he's got this night in the bag, another trainer appears. There's something about the guy that feels different from the others he's fought. He's got a kind of sharpness about him, but an opponent is an opponent, and he's determined to beat the guy down just like all the others.

“Shit, he good,” Guzma hisses under his breath. At the start, he feels like he's got the advantage. Then a draw. Then... “Wait, Scolipede can do dat?” Grey eyes widen at the Mega Evolution, not one he'd recalled hearing about before. He's so in awe of it that he very nearly freezes up, but no, damn it Guzma, focus! He shakes his head with a growl, unleashing Duke's Z-Move on the armored creature. It's still not enough, between the stat boost and poison, and the Golisopod falls. “...Hey, you did good, Duke.” He recalls his Pokemon.

He feels that familiar flame of rage kindling in his chest. He'd come so far tonight, and maybe if he hadn't allowed himself to get surprised, hadn't spent those few precious seconds gawking like a moron, he could have cinched the victory. He clenches his scarred fists, lips curling into a scowl. "Guzma! You did it again, seizing defeat from the jaws of victory..."

It's your fault, it's your fault, it's your fault...

No, damn it. He takes a deep breath, forcing himself to relax. It was a good battle, and his team was tired after long hours running the ZA gauntlet. He'd limited himself to three, since that seemed to be the standard for most trainers – Ariados, Masquerain, and of course Golisopod. They'd given it their all, and hell, considering his opponent could Mega Evolve, he'd done pretty fucking good. And... yeah. It had been fun, and he'd gotten to see something new. Goliosopod might be his favorite, but Scolipede was up there. He'd be sure to bring Pohole along if he ever managed to earn that Key Stone. He takes a few more breaths.

[ oh corbeau. oh corbeau im so sorry.

that's okay, thank you so much even still tori, i'm happy to hear that!! it should go without saying but the dedication and love you put into your writing of corbeau is wonderful and something i really admire :-) !!

sudden action and partnership prompts // accepting !

"it's really not a big deal..."

but she knows corbeau won't take no for an answer. the cut on the palm of her hand is minor. it's not even bleeding that bad. she can stick a band-aid on it when she gets back home. and yet rei still holds her hand out to him.

light gray eyes watch as he takes care of her small injury. watches as his hands hold her own so carefully as he cleans her cut. she's almost mesmerized by them. doesn't even feel the sting from the disinfectant.