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The Meet And Greet Meme For Characters

The Meet and Greet Meme
For Characters
This is the IC version of the The Role Call Meme

[The Rules]

1. Find the thread for the canons/fandoms of your character. If you don't see one, make one!

2. Post with all of your character accounts. Yes, all of them. Throwing in your entire musebox is totally fine in this meme. (Please write down the name and canon/fandom of the character in the subject line, and also if they're canon, AU, crossover or OC, etc.)

3. AU characters are totally OK. Crossover/fusion characters may post at all the fandoms/canons their crossover/fusion is derived from. Fandom OCs may post at their fandom/canon's thread. Original Story/Universe OCs will have their own thread.

4. Tag around all over the place - Canonmates, non-canonmates, everything is OK!

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Oh my. I never thought I'd see you here.

They were kind enough to extend an invitation. I had to come.

Hm. Glad you did.

At least there's no atrocious, flickering lighting here, like in Platinum Jail. As nice as it is, it certainly can get annoying.

It can certainly get in the way.

We couldn't have a private conversation with people dancing around us, could we?

That's certainly true.

Care to join me over a drink?

[Even though this guy is still a one-beer-drunkard.]

I'd love to.

[If he's an easy drunk still...well, it'll make it easier to strip him down.]

Ah. And before we do anything, you cannot touch me without my explicit permission.

Even though this is a fairly safe zone, I can't be too careful, you know?

[Yup, using Scrap like it's just Tuesday.]

....

[He should have expected that. There was a reason for the physical change. But he felt was something lock down in his bones, a certainty that he could not dismiss.

Toue.

When did you discover this?

Ryuuhou's expression flickers. From shock, to intense greed, back to his usual calm expression.]

You can't. But it was impolite, Aoba-kun.

[But smart. There is that.]

Ah.

[Very briefly, Aoba seems surprised, but then, a pleasant look of curiosity takes over.]

I see. Well then, I suppose I will have to avoid getting drunk, then, won't I. A shame.

A shame.

[He nods, and there's a flicker of consideration.]

But you will drink with me, won't you?

Mm? Certainly.

Just no trying to tattoo me this time. Agreed?

[Yup, going for those alcoholic beverages and getting them glasses!]

[He'll follow, because time to watch this strange Aoba get drunk! He still wants to see his back. It might even be better than the last time he saw his skin.

Pale but perhaps...better for vivid colors. Like blood on snow.]

There's no point. I don't have my tools.

[That's almost agreement. Close enough to a promise, with the Scrap geas in place.]

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Ryuuhou, you bastard! [ Charging through the crowd at you because yep spoiling this party with this years'-old grudge like it ain't no thang ]

[Oh look, is someone wanting to do a throw down? He's as cute as the day he left him. Maybe even more. He sounds upset.]

Ah, Koujaku-kun.

[His hand lifts and he waves. Come on over, they'll have tea and talk about old times. Doesn't that sound wonderful.]

[ Good thing he wasn't allowed to bring his sword at this party—on decidedly pertinent "no killing" rules given the kind of crowd that runs around this place, but hey, Koujaku can always drag him outside and finish the job!!

So with an overdramatic roar he pulls a fist back and lets it spring out for a punch the moment he gets within, well, within punching distance of Ryuuhou, really.

Better duck. ]

[It's all fun and games until someone gets a sword in the gut. The roar sounds like something out of a play, all dramatic flair, and warns him of what'll happen.

So he ducks and steps to the side, all smiles.]

You've grown a bit.

[It might have even been a compliment if it weren't for that shit eating grin.]

[ Maybe Koujaku would have succeeded if he was actually any good at this. Oh well. Better that they took the sword, anyway, or he would’ve sliced the table in half or something.

Koujaku merely careens into the table, upsetting several dishes and making himself look utterly stupid in the process. Not that that’s anything new.

He straightens up at that comment, hors d’oeuvres sliding wetly down his kimono, as he grabs Ryuuhou by his kimono and practically hauls him off the floor. ]

I’m giving you one chance to get the hell out of here. [ Oh dear, he’s not listening to Ryuuhou at all. ]

[Gosh, wouldn't have that made both their faces red.

Ryuuhou watches as Koujaku makes himself look like an idiot, and exacerbates it by picking Ryuuhou up like he wants his money. (Goodness, he's going to distress all of the other guests. Tsk tsk hippo).]

It's a little difficult.

[He doesn't move to defend himself. All he does is smile.]

Since you've a strong grip, Koujaku-kun.

[ Right?? It’s like he doesn’t realize that he’s more likely to get kicked out for harassing this classy gent who totally didn’t do anyone any harm or anything. Gosh, Koujaku.

But Koujaku only growls in response without even letting go, and he glares at Ryuuhou for about the two seconds it takes for him to attempt to drag the other to somewhere where he can murder him in private. Or something.

Dammit he shouldn’t make a scene here but it’s fucking Ryuuhou. So fine. TO THE MEN’S BATHROOM!! ]

[Koujaku: such a gentlemen to the classiest of gents. Good job hippo.

And the dragging is going to result in Ryuuhou leaning back and being a complete deadweight.

You seriously going to do things to him in the mens bathroom. Are you serious.

Could least bring him flowers or candy...]

[ Nope, sorry. He did bring a knuckle sandwich though, but he'd been saving that for a special occasion.

Also, Ryuuhou is damn heavy so Koujaku's only managed to haul his ass towards the less crowded part of the cafe, a little ways behind the counter. Good job, Ryuuhou.

He'll slam Ryuuhou to the nearest wall anyway. And attempt to compose himself. You want to talk, big boy? Fine. He'll talk. ]

What are you doing here? [ Aoba's in this party too and dammit if he'll let you tap that. ]

[A knuckle sandwich? My my. That might be hard to swallow Koujaku. Just what have you been up to? Selling yourself to sword swallowers?

And yes that's intentional. But ouch. Ow. Getting a nice gangster to throw you into the wall? Hurts. He manages to straighten up, trying not to think of how sore he's going to be in the morning. That's for later away from hippos.]

Hm~?

[He considers the question, before letting his lips part in a smile. The gesture itself is fox like and he watches Koujaku all sorts of amused.]

The same reason you are, I suppose. I was invited.

[ He hasn’t changed a bit. Still the creepy bastard he’s remembered, and he’s aggravating enough not to lose his cool despite getting manhandled all over the place. ]

Who the hell would— [ Wait, high-profile tattoo artist, remember? He probably rubs elbows with a lot of VIPs, no matter how shady. It’s disgusting, if you ask him. ]

If you try anything funny… [ Gosh he’s so mad he can’t even finish his sentences. ]

[No change at all. It's fun seeing Koujaku being a little shit. And getting angry. He's just waiting for things to go sideways.]

People like people who are polite and well mannered.

[Needling him? Of course. It's what he does best.]

What sort of funniness did you want me to part of? Or not part of?