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original character: vaati auv'rahne

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CHARACTERS: Vaati Auv'rahne & you.
DATE: Until the game closes.
WARNINGS: General warnings for Vaati include gore/violence, vore, psychological manipulation and other not-very-nice things that Lawful Evil types get up to. I'll always cw in comment headers and update warnings, for the big things.
SUMMARY: hi this is my catch-all for the game's duration because i'm lazy but ~organized~

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[ There is a deep, dark well of resentment and hate within Vaati; it manifests as anger, as resistance to the press of Jack's empathetic ability. Even as he feels the brush of ease against his emotions, his reaction is to buck like a young, unbroken colt. To flick his body, struggling to reject the push of calm. And - he can't resist it, which infuriates him. Enough so, that he thrusts himself to the side and rolls away, away from the contact and from Jack's glowing eyes.

He scrambles to his hands and knees, spread like some animal ready to fling itself back into the fight - tooth and nail. ]

Gross.

[ RUDE BITCH ]

-- why are you here, then?

_{[ He's just gonna give a silent nod to that feral posture? Yo. ]}

Whoa-ho, man. Wow. I'm going to like you.

_{[ Jack, why do you like everything that is so dangerous to you? He steps back and dusts some dirt off of him before putting his hands up in defense. Vaati will notice the glowing number 427 on his hand. Looks like this bastard has mad some progress. ]}

I'm just like.. admiring the spoooooky scenery. Uh. Trying to be helpful somehow? Like before this train car kills me. Or something.

_{[ A beat. ]}

Were you just dead right now? Or did someone try to bury you alive?

Edited 2021-09-28 16:53 (UTC)

[ Slowly, he draws back, pressing himself back onto his toes, knees crooked so that his posture remains crouched and coiled. It's like watching some sort of angry serpent preparing to lash out, if need be; to bounce itself off something, teeth on display, and find a tender space to sink into. Hands dangling loose between his thighs, he shakes out his pale hair - dirt falls in soft sheets from it.

On the outside flat of his forearm, edging up towards his exposed elbow is his own number: 840. Just under double that of Jack. ]

I assume the latter. It wouldn't be the first time. Nor the first that nobody stuck around to ensure it took.

[ Nor the first time he'd been, well, dead. While he tries to avoid that, sometimes it can't be helped. Though he says such things dryly, with one hand finally fumbling through the buzzing of his sidebags, hunting for this things (gone) and coming up with naught but a vibrating object.

( The phone. It's the phone everyone has. ) ] What is this place?

Uh.. wait. So you don't— you're not apart of this car? Huhhhh.

_{[ Finally, his eyes bounce to Vaati's number and.. okay. So he is a passenger here. That's something Jack has gathered even though he doesn't really know what the numbers mean.

Jack shifts slightly. ]}

Iiiii don't know what to tell ya, buddy. Uh. It's a weird train. Each car has a different.. theme? World? We can travel to other cars but there's usually an objective to get the door to open.

Unfortunately, you're in the weird.. bird person car with a side of plague.

[ Following Jack's gaze, he finds himself looking at the far side of his arm -- to the number he bears. He doesn't know what it means, it's not anything that he could recognize. All it is, is unwanted, and he rubs at it with his fingertips to see if it's something painted on, something he can get rid of. Unable to remove it, he gives up on that task, focusing instead on pouring through his pockets, trying to locate anything, tp sifting through his shallow grave in the hopes that his things were simply left under the dirt.

They weren't, so he turns his attention idly to the buzzing item. To Jack and his glowing eyes. ]

I thought I was in Barovia again. [ it's gloomy enough here ] How pathetic.

[ Being lost to ANOTHER realm, ugh. ]

Who are you, then? The welcoming committee?

_{[ Now that he knows he isn't in sudden danger (??? hopefully?) Jack's expression relaxes and eases into a smile. He splays a hand over his chest dramatically. ]}

Moi? The welcoming committee? Oh, I wish! Then I could greet everyone with a little kiss.

_{[ slimy FOOL... ]}

You don't need to know much about me other than my name is Jack. But for youuuuu, you can call me whatever you want.

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