The Sudden!Family Event!

[whitepriest.livejournal.com]

What's this? Those two are sisters? But they don't look anything like each other! And wait--since when were those guys over there father and son?

As usual, the complex is playing pranks on it's inhabitants. This time though, it's going a step further and messing with people's memories! How so? Seems it's decided to make everyone play house. Suddenly characters will find themselves with new relatives--or at least they'll think their related. Age might not even be a factor, if you wanna go extra crazy with this.

Brothers, sisters, parents, grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousins... even spouses and children! Suddenly your character is a part of a big happy family~ Characters affected will believe this is how it's ALWAYS been. Of course, maybe your character isn't affected. In which case they probably think the whole place has gone nuts--which it has, really.

Comment with characters you want involved. If you want, give preferences. What relatives you want or if you just want your character to be an unaffected bystander. For bonus insanity, you can even have one character be convinced their related while their new 'relative' has no idea what their talking about.

Comments

Heh. Oh it's hard to confuse Hizzu. It's the confidence. He makes *Rufio* feel awkward and strange.

[adamic-eidolon.livejournal.com]

[Hizumi just laughs.]

Nah. It's you. You're not that forgettable. Tavros. Nitram. You should be more confident about that. Positive, y'know?
Plenty a' people'd like to get to know you. You're a cool guy.

[Laugh.]

A' course if y'want to pretend you don't know me, that's fine. I'd just have to keep all those real cool fiduspawn things I was savin' for you, and it's no fun playin' games all by myself in my room.

[It doesn't occur to him for a moment to doubt that he knows you. You've been up in his room before, and played his punch-arcade style games, and even commented on his CD collection. He knows you. You're his nephew. One of his favorite blade children at that, because you don't seem to mind him. It's like you don't know what you are, even.]

All the pity, Gamzee, all of it~

[alltakingurnose.livejournal.com]

[Gamzee, why do you always do that? One of these days your going to tip Tavros over. He just knows it. He's soon distracted by hugs and nuzzlings though. That gets a major flush out of Tavros. So much affection!]



[Inward flailing as he hesitantly hugs Gamzee back. This whole thing is still so awkward and weird for him.]

Re: Ahahahaa. XD I'm making it as mutual as possible...

[alltakingurnose.livejournal.com]

[He's not bothered by the jolt to his wheelchair for long because his mind is quickly on the slobbery kisses he's being given. It kind of tickles and makes him laugh.]

Awwww YeEeEeEeEeEeEe. <3

[off-the-honk.livejournal.com]

[The squeeze gets a little tighter.]



[That's actually a pretty gloomy sniff that sounds like a really long, forlorn sort of honk.]



[There's a sort of wheedling, desperate edge to Gamzee's voice when he says it, though.
There's just...so much pity here.
You are the most pitiable troll ever.
He tries to keep himself from bawling his eyes out whenever he sees you and trying for makeouts to make both of you feel better. He just thinks about how if you weren't playing the game you'd probably get culled for having useless legs, or how much shorter your lifespan is probably going to be than his because you have brown blood and he just...

Oh. There it goes. The jelly-purple tears. Just one or two, but he still sniffs. He's on the down-end of the pie as it is. He's had enough to have the start of one of the less-pleasant trips starting. He already feels cold and a little woozy.]



[Wipe wipe wipe with the back of his hand as he pulls back a bit. The side of his face scrapes yours as he pulls back, strange and puckered at the edges of his jaw by the ears. He's pulled your hands away from there before, but he doesn't seem to be paying much attention as he pulls up the front of his shirt, and blows his nose in it.]

And she's so delighted in my headspace. XD Like she thinks having a troll want to kill her is great.

[lovergirlgrace.livejournal.com]

Right now, all I hear is your usual weird shit. Do you ever make sense?

[Now see, this is the kind of relationship she can dig. Other girls can keep those soppy guys with bouquets of roses and sweet words. Give her a guy who doesn't seem to mind her beating the crap out of him and--this part is key--doesn't have any silly issues about hitting back because she's a girl.

Fighting really makes her happier than anything else. It just gets her pumped. And there's nothing like having a guy around who doesn't mind duking it out with her.]

Only thing I got out of that is you like the idea of killing me and drinking my blood. Knew you were a friggin nutball.

[She's not scared. When there's a fight on the horizon, she doesn't get scared--she gets excited.]

It is the best couple. XD The best quadrant.

[off-the-honk.livejournal.com]

[He honks low under his breath, still circling. He has half a mind to knock her head off right out, but that wouldn't be any fun. Truly passionate hate is all about balance.

Right after the words about how he's a freakin' nutball, he sees an opening, and dashes forward, cracking her in the stomach with the deuce clubs. They're one of his least pwoerful weapons, yeah, but trolls have a few points of toughness on humans when it comes to skin.

He leans close enough to honk in her ear, listening for the sounds of wounding, but also sort of half-propping her against the wall, waiting for the fingers to dig in, the legs or arms to lash out. Something. It's so romantic...]

Re: XD

[lackslucidity.livejournal.com]

[Hello, doggy. Vexen gives him a scratch behind the ears, grinning kind of puzzled at him.]

Well, you Heartless sure are getting funny looking anymore. I think I've seen you before. Wasn't it Lawrence?

[In his fuzzy mind he comes to conclusion that this creature must be his child.]

Your late you know. You were supposed to be here an hour ago. I had to conduct the experiments all on my own.

AND ALL THE TEARS TOO, APPARENLY!

[alltakingurnose.livejournal.com]

[It's more than a little heartbreaking to hear that Gamzee apparently thinks a miracle is coming that'll get Tavros back on his feet. Tavros doesn't have the heart to tell him otherwise.

The more Gamzee talks, the more it really just eats Tavros up inside. And when the tears come, he panics a little--Gamzee shouldn't be crying over him.]



[He reaches up his hands to try to wipe the tears away. He kinda feels like he might start crying himself soon if this keeps up.

Gamzee just... really breaks his heart sometimes. How he always worries about Tavros. If anything, Tavros feels Gamzee's the one who needs a miracle right about now.]



[Don't cry over him.]

Ohhh yesss.

[lovergirlgrace.livejournal.com]

[She was waiting on his attack, but damn he's fast and strong! Knocks the wind right out of her for a moment as she doubles over some at the impact. But as soon as she's able to inhale again, she's grabbing his horns tightly and headbutting him with all her might.

It makes her head pound and for a moment she's sure she sees stars, like something out of a cartoon. But it's oh so satisfying anyway.]

Re: Lavi

[lackslucidity.livejournal.com]

[Someone is rubbing Lavi's head with much concern.]

Bunny's ears went away.

[This confuses him to no end.]

Do you want Grandpa to help you find them?

DEFINITELY. Tears are a great way to get the mutual pity flowing. Oozing more like.

[off-the-honk.livejournal.com]

[There's a honk-snerk of mucus and then Gamzee smiles. The face-paps are a bonus. How could he not feel better with Tavros pulling the paps on him?]



[He bunps his head back against yours so he can stare at your out-of-focus face. He doesn't even pull your hands away from his face this time. It feels good to have someone stop him from doing something for once.
He even pulls his hands up to mirror against your face, making his fingers into mock-fins next to your jaw, kind of like you seem to be doing for him.

He can feel your fingers shifting over the wrecked edge of his jaw, under the clown paint. That's going to be a whole new can of worms to open up right there.
Those seadwellers are vicious.
You keep telling everyone.

A matesprit's a good person to find out, though. It's not like you just walked up and decided to start honking one day...

He shuts his eyes and headbunps you gently again. Kind of like he used to do with his goatdad, except a lot more lightly because he's pretty sure someone not on a bad slime trip would feel that kind of thing pretty hard...]

Good-For-Nothing Husband? XD (He really would be terribly negligent...)

[crimsonshade13.livejournal.com]

Evan's creeeeeping through the complex today, trying to find his husband. He never sticks around for long. It's just not in his nature to be tied down--he has to keep moving.

Heaven only knows why he decided to get married then. But he did. Now he has to deal with so much rage whenever he remembers to wander back and check up on the man.

But really, if Kanda hasn't divorced him yet, he probably doesn't plan to...

"Hey honey~! I'm home~!"

Someone get us a room... XD <3-

[off-the-honk.livejournal.com]

[He wasn't expecting that either. The horns-grab, anyway. The bonk startles him, too, but he's been doing that since he was a wiggler. Having a goat for a dad leads to some rather...interesting displays of affection.

Still. It's an interesting mesh for a moment, before a little righteous swell of rage curls deep in his belly.

How dare she take something he shared with goatdad and turn it into a fighting move!

Clearly she's destined to be his kismesis.

He grabs her by the waist with one scrawny, pointy-fingered arm, and hurls her against the wall while he wipes his nose on his sleeve with the other arm.

All of his goatdad's abandonment is rushing through his ears. He can't help but admire that kind of devotion to mentally unhinging your opponent. It's downright masterful and ambitious for a lowblood, and humans are all lowbloods...]



[He drops the clubs, and pulls out his longbow out of his jokerkind specibus. Somehow that feels right. You've got to be doing what feels right, even if the pumpbiscuit's throbbing, and you're seeing in shades of murder-red...

The arrow's still down, relaxed in one hand. Where would the fun be? The savor if he drew on you before you had a chance? It's perverse the amount of black affection he feels as he can count the rabbiting heartbeats in his bleeding, crushed nose.]

Oozing everywhere like a messy PB&J sandwich.

[alltakingurnose.livejournal.com]

[His fingers still against Gamzee's jaw. It feels... weird. At first he thinks maybe it's the face paint. Maybe it dried up weirdly there or something. But no--it's not that. The rest of it feels pretty smooth...

He doesn't say anything, doesn't ask. Not yet. He's sort of afraid to ask. Afraid of what the answer will be, maybe.

He just moves his fingers quickly away from the area, trying to pretend he didn't notice.]

Then just Tav will be confused. lol

[alltakingurnose.livejournal.com]

[There is such major confusion. You have no idea. He's pretty sure he doesn't know you. He thinks he'd remember a human with such a crazy hair color. One who apparently plays fiduspawn and LIKES HIM too.]

Re: Lavi † Larxene † Brother/Sister

[neophytenymph.livejournal.com]

She snorts, putting a hand against his face and pushing him away. This is what can be considered Larxene affection.

"If I come home to find my appartment full of balloons and strangers again, I'm going to kill you."

It's sibling love, Larxene style. She isn't killing you yet, afterall.

Or some straitjackets.

[lovergirlgrace.livejournal.com]

[Her back is a little sore from that shove, but she's still nowhere near backing down.]

Idiot, my fists are my weapon. People who feel the need to use anything more are just cowards who don't know how to use the God-given weapons already equiped.

[She can use weapons, but their not her style. There's just nothing as satisfying as her fist colliding with someone. Weapons are messy and get in the way of the real thrill.]

So how about you stop whining like a brat and do this right. Don't go dissapointing me now.

[She lunges at him, turning her body so that she can plow into him, using her elbow like a battering ram against his chest.]

XD Oh hey. Matching icons. EVERYONE FORGET THE FAVORITE SANDWICHES.

[off-the-honk.livejournal.com]

[Smile.

See? This is why you're a great bro. You're a really merciful guy. You couldn't even kill the imps in your world. And you won't be the first one to ask. He'll tell you anyway, and he'll do it smiling, pulling your hand back to the line of his jaw. His hands are starting to shake from pie, and there's a fine glaze of cold purple sweat starting on the makeupless gray of his neck.

Probably a bad batch of slime.]



[It's almost-solemn, almost-clear the way he says it, as disconnected as he is.
And then he grins with that disfocused, drugged-out stare, and bumps heads again, happily, as something dawns on him.]

I'm too sleepy to come up with a reply. XD

[alltakingurnose.livejournal.com]

[There you go, breaking his heart a little again. He wonders sometimes why no one else notices that your the one who really deserves all the pity. Do they ever wonder why you eat the pie? Or do they just assume your an idiot?

He's wondered. Your not stupid. Crazy sometimes. A little slow and incoherent--but that's an effect of the slime, he's sure. And he's wondered if there's a reason you choose to eat that stuff and numb your mind. But really, he wasn't sure he ever wanted to know.

Now he's the one crying. Hugging Gamzee tight and pressing his face into his shouldor.]

Marriage straitjackets. And the ceremonial gold-plated buckets. XD

[off-the-honk.livejournal.com]

[More low, cloggy honk-laughter which would put Gollum to shame before he throws the bow aside. He likes this idea.
Then again, given what troll hands look like, he still has a very clear advantage even before you take into account the size of his adolescent hands and feet. Not for nothing does he look like a clown. The hands looks pretty nasty, with broken, scraggly, quite long and unkempt dried-yolk yellow fingernails.

He droops lie a neanderthal or a moment, hands hanging limp as the two voices in his head try to figure out what to do in a bout of fisticuffs.

He takes the bow to the skinny chest with a surprised honk which quickly turns into another low stream of under-breath laughing ones intermittent with choking-shouted ones. He twists like a contortionist, before latching one of his dinner-plate clawed hands around the back of Grace's hair, wrenching her off-balance.

The curls and waves catch interestingly on his nails, he notes dimly. It feels softer than troll hair, which always looks somehow oddly plastic and unreal, and he steps on her foot, hard before wrenching her backwards and down, honking all the while as she probably rains the proper kismetic blows on him.]

Fsss. I am so tired right now, too. (AND YET I AM STILL MAKING THIS HAPPEN.)

[off-the-honk.livejournal.com]

[The weeping kind of surprises him. But it's a good surprise. Weeping is either a sign of absolute exhaustion after a really fierce rap session or it's a sign of utter moving pity. He's pretty sure this time that it's pity, and that makes him grin like an absolute idiot because he got Tavros to pity him. It's almost worth everything just for that.

Sometimes when he's really zoned out on the slime, lying on his back staring at the ceiling he wonders if that's how it's supposed to work anyway. If everything you go through is supposed to be worth it if someone just pities you well enough for it. Tavros' legs, and his...mind.

His mind among other things, anyway. His awfully crowded mind, and that nagging lambent anger he feels any time he walks in prospit during the night and thinks to himself just how easy it would be to raze, to rule, to turn into a proper reflection of the fierce joy and liveliness that's brought on by absolute mirthterror.

Knowing someone pities you for it; that someone kind of gets it even a little bit of it... Even if it might not be for long, because you've got cold, salty blood you hate flowing through your veins, and he's warm and lowblooded and probably sweet, you think, like the other stuff you like that gets the taste and stink of the sea out of your mouth...

It feels so worth it, somehow. Floating underwater.

He paps Tavros's head, lifting it up to look at him.]



[It feels kind of silly-weird, but kind of right to lean down and pucker his mouth out over those peanut-butter tears. He's dimly and devastatingly surprised the tears taste like salt more than peanut butter. But...sort of like sea, too, in a way, which seems somehow also right, that a troll like Tavros who's never lived by the sea would have something tying him to it. Like things really are supposed to work out and they're destined to pity eachother.

He keeps shooshing as well as he can, running his fingers through the stiff hair of Tavros's mohawk, and puckering his mouth out awkwardly against the other troll's temple, which makes him feel better, if nothing else. It sure feels right to him to do that sort of thing, even if it won't resurrect anything. Somehow it still seems like it would make things better. Almost-magic. Almost a miracle.

Tavros pitying him at all is a motherfucking miracle after all.]

GOOD MORNING--HERE HAVE SOME MORE PEANUT BUTTER.

[alltakingurnose.livejournal.com]

[Yes, this is definatly pity. Heaps and heaps of delicious peanut buttery pity, just for you Gamzee. Your always so friendly to pretty much everyone, as far as he's seen. Because for you, everything is miracles and Faygo and double rainbows. At least--that's how you make it seem. So of course it's something he'd have to pity you for when he sees the truth.

It's like him and his fairies. You have to have a little magic in life to not let it depress you majorly. Now maybe he can see why your one of the few who doesn't mock him for the whole Pupa Pan thing. Because that's what your miracles are like for you--or at least that's what he's guessing.

He gives a watery little smile at the paps and shooshing. See? Your just so darn nice to him.]



[You cried all over him because of his useless legs and he cried all over you because of your sad past. Actualy, pitying someone and being pitied--it feels pretty darn good. Sad. But good.

It does totaly surprise and kind of embarrass him when Gamzee starts sort of kissing the tears away though. It's not like it's a bad thing--just a bit weird and unexpected. But then, that's pretty much standard Gamzee. Doing things that no one else really gets. Probably this is another of your 'feels right' things. One his end it's awkward, but also a little cheering. Because your Gamzee and your supposed to do really weird things and confuse people.]

Nothing like hospitalizing your co-players early in the morning...

[off-the-honk.livejournal.com]

[Faeries? Faeries are something to dream about, brother. You've got to have some bright points in your life when things go dark. If he wasn't so disfocused and dreamy when he's on the slime he'd have made you a set of little tiny wings for the back of your four-wheel-device a long long time ago.

He stops with the embarrassing displays of redrom, and grins.]

It will be much-relished confusion.

[adamic-eidolon.livejournal.com]

[That just gets a shrug and a smile. Hey. If you want to play this game, it's fine. Besides, it wouldn't be uncommon for someone as smart as one of the blade children to develop all kinds of side-effect mental issues. That's one of the documented side effects of high intelligence, Hizumi thinks to himself smugly, as only a kid with as serious a background in the medical could.

He'll bite anyway. He knows his mind doesn't lie.]

Then I'm Hizumi.

Technically, we're related, but if you're havin' some crisis like that, let's not complicate it.
Let's just be friends.
You still like poke-I mean fiduspawn, right?

XD Meet Good-For-Nothing Wife! (He would be terribly violent)

[moyashixhater.livejournal.com]

That voice. He's back. He'd recognize that voice anywhere. Why the hell Kanda agreed to marry the man, he has no idea. He storms towards it, glaring at Evan when he finally finds him.

"You! Where the hell have you been this time?"



He crosses his arms in angry annoyance, waiting for his response.