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[brain]

Who: kyrie ( brain) & unsuspecting victims you!
When: post-event!
Where: around!
What: a sadist in his natural habitat. but, more specifically kyrie at his place of work ( s&m shop ), and some post-event reflections potentially!
Rating/Warning: for s&m themes, kyrie being an awful person, and will edit appropriately as more things come up!

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❙ SERVANT & MASTER;
THIS IS SORT OF LIKE TFLN, EXCEPT THERE'S NO MISFIRE OPTION

( today on this lovely day of your choice and leisure, your character will be sprung with a simple text. whether they know him or not. whether they have particular hobbies or not. ... whether they've truly willed this into their lives or not. this is what happens when people permit kyrie to advertise as he pleases, and where he obliges on whim... and from occasionally falling victim to "boredom." )

How to tell if someone cares deeply for you:

They will torment you.
They will tease you constantly.
They will be absolutely awful towards you.
They will constantly trick you and occasionally tell malicious lies.
They will occasionally be kind to you, if just to garner an interesting response.

Now that you've been blessed by the angels of such a breed of affection, ( INSERT S&M STORE BUSINESS NAME ), it's time to keep this swell of luck in your favor. Please send this along to five more individuals, or...

( ADDRESS & MAP OF ESTABLISHMENT ATTACHED. )

Have a "blessed" day. :)

( that unfortunate moment that in kyrie's research... he's come across chain letter ads. )

❙ SADISM & MASOCHISM;
WHY DOESN'T A BLOCK BUTTON EXIST IRL?

001.( somehow. you've walked in on this s&m store. maybe it was an honest mistake. maybe it was on purpose. maybe this guy who is actually a scarecrow in a human's body (!?!) tricked you. either way, when you enter, kyrie will be leaning against the counter. oddly poised, and seemingly pleased to see you. ) Good afternoon. How kind of you to drop by. ( which might not have been so out of place...

were he not holding a whip in his hands!?! probably doesn't help that he may even crack it immediately against the door frame as you walk in. at least it's service with a smile??? says bijou is some really poor defense in trying to make this post like 20% less sketch. )

002.( chances are you didn't desire this wild outcome and yet it's happening. somehow, you've turned on some kind of switch and kyrie is in full on sales mode. or, he's ... messing with you. bets are the latter, but regardless, he seems keen in selling you...

a cage. ) The bars are surprisingly well made despite its modest size. It's also relatively easy to upkeep. ( he opens the door promptly with a key, before motioning in a clean and seasoned sweep of his arm. ) Please feel free to get on your knees and try out for yourself.

... and just for today, I am even willing to throw in a dog bowl with your name engraved on it.

( uh... or maybe he's trying to sell you something completely different? an s&m suit, for one? a ball and gag? help. )

❙ SPAGHETTI & MEATBALLS;
SO YOU THINK YOU GET A NORMAL SCENARIO? THINK AGAIN.

001. ( the past week or so had been rather tumultuous. not specifically for him. especially not in comparison to the horrors he's been subject to hearing of. all secondhand, naturally. but, regardless, it's brought a lot of ideas to mind and has, inevitably, sparked a lot of thoughts. particularly of his past. it's in peculiar moods like these that he finds himself susceptible to a certain level of unprecedented vulnerability. though, of course, it never manifests itself in an orthodox fashion.

so here he is. probably in the park, an apple in his hand. or at least the closest fruit substitute. he stares at it. decisively, a bit longer than was probably warranted. reflecting on a similar situation. of a certain female. only, then... he ends up spotting your character. ... and just like that... this also takes a bad turn. )

Are you fond of apples? ( ah... seems harmless, but don't bite the bait? or try not to?

or maybe, this could be normal!?! let me believe.... let me try... )

002. ( maybe for once, he's too caught up in reminiscing... that he actual delivers an entirely separate breed of inquiry. a question that may have not been loaded for once. not a trap. just a simple— ) Since you've so wantonly intruded on my thoughts... ( um, just give it a second. )

The least you could do is answer something that's... inevitably been on my mind for time now. ( for... probably more than centuries. he's asked fuka a similar question once. one he framed in a situation... different but similar enough to his own and yet. ) Say, there was someone you cared for, ( he inspects the apple in his hands briefly as he speaks. that is, before tearing his gaze away with a brief hint of a frown. ) but you simply couldn't be together. Or maybe, it's more accurate to say, that... you were incapable of doing anything for them when it mattered.

Would you eventually give up on them?

❙ SUBWAY & MC— WILDCARD

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Big Dogs & Small Mdogs

[soukoku]

[ why is he here? nobody knows. what matters is, he's sitting on the counter comfortably, torturing one of the homemade bentos his newfound slave had made him as kyrie tries to get some poor, innocent person to get in the cage.

what an idiot.

as expected, said person... runs away screaming, because wtf? which seems to be the reaction of most of kyrie's customers, if not all of them.

such a hopeless case -- ]

You scared another one away, didn't you? [ pFFT can't even sELL A CAGE RIGHT ] You're stupid, aren't you? A complete idiot? You know, maybe if you got in the cage instead, they'd be more interested in checking it out. It's a clerk's duty to show off the products properly.

[ that's a funny image... kyrie in the cage... he could lock it and leave him there... yes... ]

Come on, get in there! Chop, chop. It'll be good for business, I promise.

[brain]

( isn't that a question we're always asking...

but, irregardless, it's clear the other had no intentions of leaving, despite not actually providing any concrete help. it isn't as if kyrie specifically asks (and it isn't like he doesn't ... garner entertainment from chuya's reactions anyway), but well, he's passive aggressive enough to have made a couple of quips about his presence, probably. like— ) I think they were far more unsatisfied with a certain in-store mascot destroying merchandise.

( okay, that bentou ain't merchandise, but details. )


... ( instead of displaying offense, he merely sighs. as if he's Tired and eXasperated. ) It seems you're forgetting something vital.

( he looks chuya up and down once. ) Wouldn't you fit in a lot more snugly?

( insert mocking exhale bc— ) I think you may even be able to stand in there.

[soukoku]

I'm not touching any of your weird crap, don't worry. Besides, why would they be unsatisfied with me? Unlike you, I'm a sight for sore eyes.

[ and the bento is pretty ok, so he has better things to do than bother the customers, unlike kyrie. just let them shop in peace, damn??

ugh. his eyebrow twitches in annoyance, but... this is exactly the comeback he'd expected?? and probably prepared an answer even before speaking up... ]

Ha-ha, look at you, so witty. It's pointless if I get in -- what does that show? Instead, if a tall person fits in, wouldn't that be more impressive? "A compact cage to make sure your tall boyfriend isn't cheating on you while you're out" -- like that. [ fuck u.

GET IN THE R-- CAGE, KYRIE. ]

[brain]

( sight for sore eyes.

... kyrie seems to give chuya an absolutely pitying gaze. as if he felt sorry for him standing there and believing he was somehow superior. :( but, well. he's a little disappointed his words didn't affect chuya in the way he thought it would, however, opportunities were plentiful. he re-gears and moves onwards. ) You really don't understand.

This isn't a matter of preventing them from cheating as much as it's ... the power of stripping them of their usual lives completely. That's what imprisonment is. Watching them squirm around and pledge absolute obedience to you. ( LMAO UM??? tmw.... you walk into an awful conversation. ) ... have you been cheated on? You sound rather sensitive.

[soukoku]

[ he is prettier than kyrie, hello??? kyrie just looks like someone put a bit of seaweed on a scarecrow then covered it with a hat? but, that's not the point here.

the point is, chuya gives him the most disgusted look he can muster up, because........... ew? nobody asked what gets your dick hard, kyrie??? ]

Thanks for that explanation, but I don't remember inquiring as to why it turns you on, you pervert. [ UGH. HE IS....... REVOLTED. kyrie is gonna be a bad influence on his pure children. :( ] No? [ not... in the general meaning of the word, at least.

betrayed and left behind probably fits better here? ] It's just the first thing I could think of. Sorry I don't jerk off to that stuff like you do, mister BDSM expert.

an apple a day???

[princeshuzo]

I'd say I'm fond of apples. Food from strangers, however, I'm a little unsure about. Please don't be offended.

[ Shu's smile is cheerful and sweet, almost tooth-achingly so! He eyes the apple with a tilt of his head, ears twitching as he looks at the fruit, then Kyrie. ]

But let me ask you in kind: are you fond of apples?

[brain]

Not particularly. But, you could say... they hold a special meaning.

( he smiles pleasantly in return. ) Please, I'm not offended in the least.

This apple isn't for eating, after all. ( then what were they for??? )

Though, poison... Don't you think that's a little far-fetched of a presumption?

[princeshuzo]

[ Then, other than for eating... is this guy using the apple as a decoration? A conversation starter? A deadly weapon?

After all, Shu didn't say 'poison'. ]

Mmm. To some, there's something romantic about poisoning someone with an innocent looking fruit. One bite, and you'll sleep forever? Something like that, anyway.

[ With a dismissive wave of his hand, he raises an eyebrow. ]

If not for eating, what would you do with this apple? Tell me what makes it so special to you.

[brain]

Is that romantic? Perhaps, those people simply just have bad hobbies.

( sounds like it to kyrie, anyway. not that he... should ever be an accurate judge of what is socially unacceptable...

anyway— ) I thought I was being transparent here. I use it as a means to train myself.

( he gingerly holds the apple out. ) Would you like to see what makes it so special?

[princeshuzo]

And poor choices in books and movies. [ He shrugs as he examines his fingernails, checking for dirt as he looks up at the mentioning of 'training'. ]

Huh. Are you a fighter, too? Seems like everyone around here is really good with swords or guns or magic. All I've got is a beautiful voice and excellent musicianship.

[ Humblebrag. ]

Sure. I'll bite.

[ Shu is happy to take the apple, though he still thinks that it's quite unassuming... ]

whipped option!

[protectthecastle]

[Veronica had come here only partly because of the window display (and her own terrible, insatiable curiosity that nearly always landed her in strange places that most people didn't want her in).

The other part was that chain letter which she'd disagreed with so strongly that she had made her way here.

Only to have a whip crack inches from her against the door frame. She only pauses, eyes wide as she looks at the door and then back to him. Somehow the fact that he's greeting her like this explains so much about the text.]

....Excuse me. There was a text that I received earlier and it named this place and I wished to speak to the one who had written it.

[She'll address the whip later. What was important was correcting the thinking of the person who wrote that text.]

[brain]

( upon exacting the appropriate greeting rituals (or so, he claims, but really it's just another one of his quirky subsets), he finally takes more time to scrutinise the customer itself. being fairly proficient in analysation, it wasn't exactly surprising that he attempted to utilise this on the daily. particularly, in suggesting ...

items. fortunately, she speaks and beats him to the punch before he can suggest... an s&m swimwear line for her. instead, he pauses a bit. naturally, feigning ignorance. ) A text? I'm afraid you're going to have to be a little more specific than that, miss.

( but, is he smiling a bit? yeah, definitely. ) As you can see, this is just a ... simple shop with simple means.

[protectthecastle]

[She's not one to call people out on their feigned ignorance. Especially because she was no mind-reader and she believed in people for better or for worse.

Besides, she can be as exact as he needs her to be.]

I received a text that talked about how to tell if someone cared about you. It listed reasons like tormenting, teasing, telling malicious lies and otherwise doing things that are the very opposite of what one should do when they care for someone. It listed the name of this store as the originator as well as this address so I thought perhaps someone here had written it.

[This is definitely not a simple shop with simple means if the whip was any indication.]

[brain]

( it's difficult...

not to dissolve into laughter. to elect not to even absolve himself from the situation at hand, if just because... of how rich it was. regardless, like everything he takes it in stride. decides to progress on elegantly and without a single hitch. there's no indication of mirth on his features, and yet there's a subtle ... something swimming in his eyes. ) Ah.

That's truly unfortunate. It seems modern day advertising tactics... just don't suit this place. ( is that the problem??? he gives his own version of a shrug; his hand flicking a bit from the wrist upwards in some sort of dismissal. ) Then, young miss, what would have wrote instead? As a representative of this store, I am more than open to critique. Especially from someone as lovely as you.

That is, presuming you have something concrete to provide. ( :) )

[protectthecastle]

[Unfortunately (or fortunately??) for him, his eyes are what she's looking at and though he isn't laughing, his words are enough that she gives him a calm, decidedly neutral look which is about as Disappointed as she is willing to be at anyone before she takes a look at the store around her. That sure is a lot of leather. And collars. And whips. She gives herself a moment to make a mental note to look through everything carefully later (despite the distant, one-whole-universe-away pleas not to from her maids).]

Rather than text, I would have used pictures. [because she's about as subtle as a meteor strike sometimes]

And perhaps a small line detailing the services and merchandise you provide. You do not need to use misinformation. There is much to see here and I am certain you will attract customers even without writing the [irresponsible and misinformative] things that you did.

[Because she had genuinely wanted to help, despite his dismissiveness.]

Normal, they said...

[senseandcecilbility]

[Memories. he is about to correct out of reflex. Memories, not thoughts. If he could intrude on thoughts - never, ever wantonly, for proper angels don't do wantonly - well, he would not be able to sleep at night. Honestly, the things humans keep inside their minds!]

Kevin stares down at the stranger and wonders why he feels so bloody weird. The fruit and the garden, that is probably what is setting him off. He almost expects a serpent and a couple of nude humans frolicking about. For a moment there, he feels quite nostalgic himself, but the stranger's ironically pertinent question brings him back to where they started:

Heavens no, sir. Giving up on them would be no different from failing them all over again.

[Believe him. He has been "not giving up" for over three thousand years.]

misleading advertisements : the prompt(s)

[brain]

( naturally, such allusions elude him, however... if he knew, he probably would have only chuckled at the irony. as someone who introduced vice and sin, even onto those he (theoretically) cared for, he probably was no less a manifestation of temptation than even the most deceitful and corpulent of serpents. at least... in their literary use.

notwithstanding that, however, he seems to ponder thoughtfully on the other male's words. something that was truly rare for him. he falls... silent in contemplation, before releasing a small hint of a smile. however, brief and transitory. ) I see. ( he closes his eyes, seemingly refreshed in his own considerations.

that is, before he eventually resolves himself back to his usual self. ) That's true, isn't it? Sometimes... simply because it's impossible, it's worth not giving up. ( which may seem strange for someone as... focused on logic and rational decision making, yet. ) ...

Do you speak from personal experience?

[senseandcecilbility]

[Kevin offers the stranger a self-deprecating smile.]

Indeed, though I must admit that is still a work in progress.

[So far that has taken him over three thousand years and a couple of descents into hell. But Kevin has always been stubborn (and obsessive, and pretty much insane when it comes to that one little human). He has no intention of giving up.]

Besides, I would not say "impossible". It is just awfully challenging. Not trying accomplishing one's best for that person? Now, that I would call "impossible".

[Like a dog and his owner. Kevin doesn't mind. Never did. Being someone's dog, that is. He approaches the gentleman with his basked and gardening gloves. He has been collecting samples for the flower shop. Fallen gifts from the gentle trees. It is wise to know one's business and he has always enjoyed being around green, growing things. The garden is one of his favorite places in the city and he feels perfectly at home here.]

Are they here? The one that concerns you so?

[brain]

( awfully challenging.

he's not sure where the line of infeasibility begins, and to what percentages he started drawing his own comprehensive ends. but, that was just like him, wasn't it? writing things off as impossible. pursuing them despite his best interests. okay, maybe the latter wasn't quite his style, but regardless, the point stood. the individual before him... had "hope."

something he may have inherently lacked. something he may have lost sight of since the initial conception of his bleak, and ever present perspective. he purses his lips. allows his words to formulate, before— ) You truly do sound like an idealist. But, perhaps... I don't dislike that sort of thinking. At the very least, it's unique. ( then he adds a bit more quietly: ) Alluring. ( wait 4 it. ) Or it would have been if you weren't a man.

( it's sort of an off-handed joke. one that probably had just a sprinkle of truth in it. it's true. that sort of conviction and resolve was always attractive. no matter the gender or the terms. but, well, eyrie's compliments never came cheap so maybe kevin was technically being let off easy. though, at the question, he pauses.

then smiles. ) No. You could say they only exist in a special place. ( he gives a weak, noncommittal shrug. ) And it's definitely not here in this place. Either way, I could ask the same of you, couldn't I? But, maybe that would just be cruel...

You did say it was a "work in progress," didn't you? Unfortunately, all I can do is wish. ( it doesn't suit him....

at all. but, well, it's true. )

[heiro]

[ Izuku's not sure how 'standing here' counts as intruding on someone's thoughts, but maybe his nervous fidgeting with the bandages on his fingers was distracting, or, or something - he swallows. His spine straightens just a notch, and he speaks up, voice hot with conviction. ] Never.

[ That's what a hero does. ] If - if my hands couldn't reach someone when they needed me, then I'd have to make sure that never happened again.

[brain]

( it seems there were more people with fortitude and the strength of mind than he suspected.

maybe it's from years of his own self-inflicted state of perseverance against the odds and the immediate (and... predictable) failure that inevitably followed, but he didn't think it a route for everyone. granted, his own terms were a bit... too unique to really act as a comparison, it still stood all the same. still, it was... what was the word? pleasant? moderately eye opening in a good way? to hear that he wasn't... isn't the only one.

not that he'd ever reveal this, of course. instead, he just gives an airy laugh. one that actually isn't at all mirthful, but hey, it's something. ) Such a serious gaze from someone so young...

( but, he gives a light cant of his head; a neat inclination of his head. ) What drives this conviction of yours? I can't help but be curious, you see.

super s & the m that got lost, 1

[adornmental]

[because i haven't filled your inbox with enough garbage HERE'S PEANUT, THE WANDERING LOST MINSTREL, out and about this fine day-- probably looking for a new spa to try out, because he loves the face scrubs and the masks and all of the stupidly overpriced loofahs that one can ONLY GET in stupidly overpriced spas.

But alas, this is not the shop he was looking for, and this is not the shopkeeper he was looking for, and that's definitely not the whip he was looking for as it cracks against the door next to his head.]

WAH—?! Wha—?! What??

[brain]

( i feel like it's actually the other way around...

suddenly your inbox is full of filthy scarecrows. scarecrows, who by personal selection, work at at an s&m store ... which kashuu is sure to have discerned by now. not that it's ... difficult considering how blatantly obvious this place was. not to mention, kyrie's rather poor taste in execution. (look, even he can make jokes??? it's just his jokes aren't funny to anyone but him.)

it's peculiar, really. how one encounters so many familiar faces on the job. it's enough to give him a migraine, really. but he isn't keen on displaying this sort of vulnerability. instead, he just smiles. ) Ah—

How nice for some entertainment to arrive. ( ... ) You say you aren't easy, yet...

[adornmental]

[I MEAN you're not entirely wrong.....

This city is so dangerous, though!? Take one wrong turn and you end up waltzing into an s&m shop run by a filthy scarecrow who may be on the verge of a migraine, but is also quite talented in giving other people migraines, too. Like Kashuu! He can feel one coming on, hoo boy, someone set him free from this hell--]

I'm not here to keep you entertained! How many times've I gotta say it?!

[This is at least the second or third!! At this rate he should start charging for tickets or something... Anyway, that RUDEASS COMMENT prompts Kashuu to actually glance around at the shop, ah.

Honestly, he still has like, no idea where he is... But there are enough pictures of scantily clad people here and there for him to at least understand the implications.]

—This is definitely not the shop I was looking for! [DEFEND HIS PURITY.]

[brain]

Until your voice runs dry, I suppose.

Or— until the delusions finally decide to leave you. Your pick. ( isn't he so incredibly generous!?!?

... and as fate, as cruel and callous as any, would have it, he's still finding humor in this whole farce. kashuu venturing in. being disturbed. crafting up excuse after excuse, and really. here, he cracks the whip one more time. as if to silence kashuu and his excuses. )

Really? But, it seemed like you were so excited just then? Absolutely speechless in excitement, even.

( or kashuu was scared, but hey.

he's not nitpicking here. )