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.

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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.]

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.]

Buckets which Grace probably uses to beat him up.

[lovergirlgrace.livejournal.com]

[You better believe she's pummeling him, aiming her fists wherever she can land them and trying not to cry out as her hair gets such a rough tug. Playing dirty are they? Well that's fine with her.

Trying to pull her head away from his grasp she takes aim and punches as hard as she can--below the belt. What is shame in a fight between good kismesis?]

Let. Go. Of. My. Fucking. Hair.

That's a given for Kismesis. He'll make you eat out of it. THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR BUCKETING TAV.

[off-the-honk.livejournal.com]

[Oh you've been playing dirty for a while now. You were playing dirty from the moment you grabbed him by the horns.

He gives a loud honk of outraged pain as you connect, but doesn't let go, gritting a mouthful of sharp teeth, and glaring at you with swollen red-flushed eyes. Raging, and yet oddly approving.

He gives a harder hair wrench at that, just to spite you. He's a gentletroll kismesis there. Schoolfed textbook rivalry, keeping the hate nice and fresh, the rage piping hot...]



[He snaps his teeth around your exposed throat, and bites down, locking the two of you in a classic hate embrace.

The red of your blood surprises him more than the thinness of your skin. He doesn't even have to bite hard to break it. It's pure luck that he doesn't discover this on an artery. Even knowing your blood color it never fails to surprise him.

It's almost pitiable, you rare fucking mutant.
But it isn't.
Still, he stops a moment, to wipe his chin, distracted.]

XD Such a good boy, Gam, getting revenge on her for that... (Wait, should I be saying 'good boy'?)

[lovergirlgrace.livejournal.com]

[She hisses in pain at the hair pull--what are you, four? She realizes it's effective but honestly, it's like something a little boy with a crush would do to the girl in front of him in school. Albiet, much more roughly.

At his words though she gives a cruel smirk.]

Got your attention though, didn't it?

[The smirk vanishes the moment those teeth sink into her neck as she gives a pained gasp. Damn, he's vicious! She grabs his shouldors and brings her knee up into his gut in an attempt to get him to let go. Pretty crazy to keep struggling with him biting her like that with those monsterous sharp teeth of his. But damnit, she's not rolling over and giving up now!]

Of course if Tav knew he'd be mediating like a shot, horrified... (He is good boy. GOOD BOY GAMZEE.)

[off-the-honk.livejournal.com]

[The kick hurts He doubles over against her, pushing them both into the wall, growling, grappled fast.]



[As if to punctuate, he snaps his teeth into Grace's shoulder through her shirt for a vicious moment.]



[Cheekbite.]

[lovergirlgrace.livejournal.com]

[Another hiss of pain. But once he releases her shouldor, her tone is somewhat annoyed.]

The biting is one thing, but don't rip my clothes, asshole. Can't afford to keep replacing them just because you've got a fetish for tearing them up.

[That's really not the biggest issue at this point. But seriously, it's bad enough she has to replace things that get ripped when she's working.]

Now, chill the fuck out already. Like your little pity-mate or whatever the hell he is, is even my type.

[She gives him a rough shove, trying to unbalance him while she's got a chance. If she can get enough distance between her and the wall she'll pull her arm back and give him a good punch right in the mouth.]