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                                             ‘...’

     he was at a loss for words. it seemed that they had gotten stuck in his throat - blocked by the fact that what he was looking at was something he did not expect to walk in on. a squeak and the incessant push of words seemed to push through the blockade, getting into his mouth and spilling out. ‘i have no idea what you mean by those words, but i do know for a fact that i have seen a scientist, or few, in my lifetime, so THAT is of no surprise.’ some would call him an idiot - they weren’t straying far from the truth...

               ‘it’s not that i’ve never seen a scientist of - what were the words you used? genius and distinction? yeah - it’s not that i have never seen a scientist like that, it’s more along the lines of me wanting a treat and, instead, walking in on a scientist - not a bakery person. what would you call them? bakers? sounds like something you’d call a weed smoker - ha, get it? because they’re so baked! that’s a knee slapper right there!’ and he proceeds to do just that, smacking his open palm on the cap of his knee.

                    ‘anyway...what in the hell are you doing in here, if i                     may ask - i’m not used to being fooled like this...’

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                     even scientific visionaries are not immune from economic hardship, and this was to blame for victor’s current lodgings: disused quarters attached to a bakery. it was ample for a laboratory, but it did have the downside of being publicly noticeable. as though expecting to find an assortment of hidden treats, stray citizens had a habit of wandering in — and for this intruder, victor’s first instinct was to turn his head away from the tool-bench, halfway through fixing the tie of his lab coat.

                    he should really buy a lock, he thought, noting the boy’s expression: from striking eyes to his shock of hair, the pale shade resembling victor’s own. naturally, victor understood what the prying youth’s seemingly scrutinising expression meant; it was clearly one of reverence. to interpret it as anything else was unfathomable, because he had always fancied himself as cutting an impressive figure.

                    preening somewhat, he adjusted the set of a glove. “what’s the matter, dear boy? never seen a scientist of genius and distinction before?”

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I saw how the fine form of man was degraded and wasted; I beheld the corruption of death succeed the blooming cheek of life. I saw how the worm inherited the wonders of the eye and brain, examining and analysing all the minutiae of causation, as exemplified in the change from life to death, and death to life. || REIMAGINED VICTOR FRANKENSTEIN BASED ON THE DEVIL SUMMONERS GAMES.

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42 character development questions!

PHYSICAL PRESENCE AND GESTURE. 1. How do they move and carry themselves? Pace, rhythm, gestures, energy? 2. How much physical space do they use, active and at rest? 3. How do they position themselves in a group? Do they like to be the center of attention, or do they hang back at the edges of a crowd? 4. What is their size and build? How does it influence how they use their body, if it does? 5. How do they dress? What styles, colors, accessories, and other possessions do they favor? Why? 6. What are they like in motion–in different environments, and in different activities? What causes the differences between these? 7. How do they physically engage with other people, inanimate objects, and their environment? What causes the differences between these? 8. Where and when do they seem most and least at ease? Why? How can you tell? 9. How do they manifest energy, exhaustion, tension, or other strong emotions? 10. What energizes and drains them most? 11. How are they vocally expressive? What kind of voice, accent, tones, inflections, volume, phrases and slang, and manner of speaking do they use? 12. How are they bodily expressive? How do they use nonverbal cues such as their posture, stance, eyes, eyebrows, mouths, and hands? DISPOSITION AND TEMPERAMENT. 13. How do they greet the world — what is their typical attitude towards life? How does it differ in different circumstances, or towards different subjects? Why do they take these attitudes, and why do they change? How do these tend to be expressed? 14. What do they care deeply about? What kind of loyalties, commitments, moral codes, life philosophies, passions, callings, or spirituality and faith do they have? How do these tend to be expressed? 15. What kind of inner life do they have — rich and imaginative? Calculating and practical? Full of doubts and fears? Does it find any sort of outlet in their lives? 16. Do they dream? What are those dreams like? 17. Are they more shaped by nature or nurture — who they are, or what has happened to them? How have these shaped who they’ve become as a person? 18. What kind of person could they become in the future? What are some developmental paths that they could take, (best, worst, most likely?) what would cause them to come to pass, and what consequences might they have? What paths would you especially like to see, and why? CONNECTIONS WITH OTHERS. 19. How do they behave within a group? What role(s) do they take? Does this differ if they know and trust the group, versus finding themselves in a group of strangers? Why? 20. What kind of individual relationships do they have with others, and how do they behave in them? How are they different between intimate relationships like friends, family, and lovers versus more impersonal relationships? 21. What kind of relationships do they tend to intentionally seek out versus actually cultivate? What kind of social contact do they prefer, and why? 22. How do people respond to them, and why might these responses differ? 23. How do they respond to difficult social moments? What makes them consider a social situation difficult? 24. How do they present themselves socially? What distinguishes their “persona” from their “true self”, and what causes that difference? 25. What do they need and want out of relationships, and how do they go about getting it? 26. How do they view and feel about relationships, and how might this manifest in how they handle them, if it does? ACTIVITIES AND PREFERENCES. 27. What do they strongly like and dislike, in any category? Why? 28. What are they likely to do if they have the opportunity, resources, and time to accomplish it? Why? 29. What kind of activities, interests, and hobbies do they have? What significance and impact do these have in their lives, both positive and negative? 30. What is their preferred level of activity and stimulation? How do they cope if they get either too little or too much? 31. Is there anything that counts as a “dealbreaker” for them, positively or negatively? What makes things go smoothly, and what spoils an activity or ruins their day? Why? 32. Do they have any “props” that are a significant part of their life, identity, activities, or self-presentation somehow? What are they, how are they used, and why are they so significant? How would these props’ absence impact them, how would they compensate, and why? THINKING AND LEARNING. 33. How do they learn about the world–what is their preferred learning style? Hands-on learning with trial and error? Research, reading, and note-taking? Observation or rote memorization? Inductive or deductive reasoning? Seeking patterns and organization? Taking things apart and putting them back together? Creative processing via discussing, writing about, or dramatizing things? 34. How do they understand the world–what kind of worldview and thought processes do they have? Why? 35. How and why do they internalize knowledge? What effect has that had on them? 36. How much do they rely on their minds and intellect, versus other approaches like relying on instinct, intuition, faith and spirituality, or emotions? What is their opinion on this? 37. Have they had any special education or training that colors their means of learning about or understanding the world? Conversely, do they lack some kind of education considered essential in their world? What kind of impact has this addition or lack had on them? 38. Is there anything they wish they could change about their worldview or thought processes? What, and why? 39. What sort of questions or thoughts recur in their lives, either specifically or as a theme? Why are these never answered, or answered permanently to their satisfaction? 40. What do they wonder about? What sparks their curiosity and imagination, and why? How is this expressed, if it is? FREE FOR ALL. 41. What associations do they bring to mind? Words or phrases, images, metaphors or motifs? Why? 42. I have a question of my own!

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@poppyborn || Continued.

     “oh? you think i look good in red? well - thank you very much!      i always thought purple was my color, but red was a close      second, you know?”

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leftbrcin:

      the question mimicked, albeit with less CONVICTION, merely proved his point true ; Raito was, as usual, acting without thinking before-hand. it was as if he had only realized the fact that they were not blessed with monetary luxuries right now. they were FUGITIVES, for the lack of better word, and to live frugally was something to maintain. at least, if they want to not live on the street whilst they were on this so-called SPIRITUAL JOURNEY. 

      and he was about to say so, was about to reiterate their current condition when he was met ( quite unfairly so ) by Raito’s all too disappointed disposition. the lowered head, the muttered APOLOGY, the obvious shift in his mood – oh, Len might not have personally felt dejection but he knows when he sees it. and a dejected Raito would take great patience to deal with all night.

                                       ❛ look, are we going in or what?                      we can simply rent a single bed hotel room tonight. ❜ 

       if they were to SPLURGE on dinner, they might as well come up with some sort of compensation. and sharing a bed for the night would hardly be a PUNISHMENT. 

                                          ❛  the food better be good. ❜

                                                              OH BOY!

                         he sure did know how to get his way. len may seem like a COMPLETE asshole at times ( because he was ) but there was one thing he could not resist for the life of him - raito. now, it’s like this - give a hardened bully a puppy and watch it squirm excitedly in his hands. as soon as the bully yells at it ( because, let’s face it, he wouldn’t know how to deal with something ACTUALLY loving him ), what does it do? well, the pup usually stops its squirming and starts to whimper - no longer will it’s tail be HELD high and no longer will it’s ears be pricked up in excitement - instead it will have a defeated look on it’s face.

                                        and what will the bully do?

          why that dumb ass will try and cheer the puppy up! he’ll hold the           canine to his face and let the thing lick at it - and then, at that point,           the puppy will be happier than a squirrel at a bird feeder!

          see the correlation?

                             RAITO : PUPPY :: LEN : BULLY

                ( look above - the analogy makes PERFECT sense! )

     “ah, you mean we can actually eat here tonight? yes!” raito perked up and threw his fist in the air, immediately circling around his other half ecstatically. “i totally don’t mind sharing a bed with you! it wouldn’t be the first time! and if that means i get to feel the sweet, succulent feeling of lo mein slipping through my teeth and down my throat, then so be it!”

               “besides - when am i ever wrong?”

                               ( oh boy... )

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             ❝              i am calm and collected                                                             when you act wild. 

                           i am the ADULT, you are the CHILD.      ❞

                                       independent original characters roleplay                                          left brain & right brain personifications 

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     “that sounds like a lot of fun! do you have anyone that you’re going to invite? i’m not doing anything! maybe i could come?”

“Hah..? Well, it’s my birthday actually… So I was thinkin’ of buyin’ myself a cake and having a self party..”

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“I should prolly buy myself a cake..”

     “and why is that?”

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bob’s burgers sentence meme

“my crotch is itchy.”

“no one sheds like this family, it’s like a bunch of chewbaccas.”

“i loved you. i loved you like a horse, which is my favourite animal.”

“you know what, let’s stop before we say something we regret. like horses are better than cows.”

“so you’re not going to get revenge today?”

“I’M WARMING UP MY INSTRUMENT! unbelievable!”

“YOU FREAKIN’ IDIOT! YOU DON’T HUG FOR LUCK IN THE THEATRE!”

“i’ll see you in hell, _____! I WILL SEE YOU IN HELL!”

“your room looks like it was decorated by a perverted jockey.”

“oh my god! why do you talk so SLOW!”

“great. why don’t you learn something and become a lawyer.”

“whatever. it’s true, you are whack.”

“when i die i want you to cremate me and throw my ashes in tom selleck’s face.”

“hit him in his handsome groin!”

“you wanna play dodge ball in the hospital?”

“are we just going to ignore the fact that ______ pooped in the pool?”

“you’re a hurtful slut, _____!”

“never make her pancakes. force her to make you pancakes, in the middle of the night.”

“time for the charm bomb to explode.”

“don’t have a crap attack!”

“i did a booze cruise through your living room!”

“you’re supposed to love each other, not kill each other; this isn’t the bible!”

“you don’t want to mess with my ______. s/he’ll wear down your self esteem over a period of years.”

“do you really wanna stay here and get pee-ballooned?”

“great. now my candy tastes like guilt.”

“if you think about it, any box could have vibrators in it.”

“you did not mean that. you sounded very insincere as i recall! you said it and i was like, ‘nooooo.’”

“we’re adrenaline junkies. we like our rides pure, uncut and assembled in me-hi-co!”

“you should know, when you hold hands with me you’re holding hands with everything i’ve ever eaten.”

“i’m no hero. i put my bra on one boob at a time like everyone else.”

“he gave us his magic, and then he disappeared. just like toad the wet sprocket.”

“wine helps me drink.”

“why’d you headbutt me?!”

“i was going to punch you, but i’m holding wine.”

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“i know this hurts, but you have to stay awake.”

{ Hurt meme. || Accepting. }

                    “i don’t k n o w if i can stay awake…”

     his breaths came out in shallow, quick puffs of air. blood leaked from a stab wound on his right side - his blue shirt turning purple as the red liquid started to stain the article of clothing. with a whimper, he started to s q u i r m in the other’s arms, whining and almost begging to be put down… ( like a small pup ) raito just…wanted to be laid on the ground so he could die…

                                    it hurt that much…

         “len…it hurts…s-so much…it hurts so much, i…i don’t           want to die though…i felt like i wanted to a second           ago, but, like…that means i wouldn’t be here for you          …for the lab…they…they need us…”

     his fingers twitched slightly as the pain started to numb, vision getting darker and darker. “mmm…i don’t know if i have much ti-time, len…is the…is the ambulance o-on their way…? they need…ne-need to hurry…”

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LEN:

                   ITS CHINESE FOOD, he said. 

    the implication was utterly lost on him – how did the other come up with the assumption that by saying that, he would be able to SWAY Len onto agreeing with him? how did that differ from the usual food they have been eating? he supposed the taste would be different with spices unique to that culture ; he supposed there would be a VARIETY of choices to pick from as chinese restaurants are notoriously known for. but really, Len was convinced that Raito was not thinking about these factors – this was most likely all thanks to IMPULSE. after all, the suggestion to eat this particular restaurant came out of the blue. 

     realizing that it was taking him longer than it should to reply, he found himself getting pulled without warning. perhaps Raito has grown IMPATIENT. as usual. 

                                         ❛ and how, do you suppose,                                          will we be able to pay for it? ❜ 

     being on the run, after all, did not give one the chance to enjoy such LUXURIES. 

                                             impulse is what controlled the man - whoops.

     ( un ) luckily for the both of them, raito was not one to think about the consequences of his actions or the results of his impulses. he had a tendency to buy something without thinking - yell without contemplating - and say without wondering. so, when he was met with that question, his mind ground to a halt and impulse was thrown out in favor of good ol’ fashioned thought.

                      “how...are we gonna pay...?”

     fuck...he seriously didn’t think it would be a problem. he didn’t think that money was going to be an issue - yet, knowing they were virtually on the lam, he should have at least thought about how they were going to pay. there’s no such thing as a free lunch, after all.

                                   ( or dinner in this case. )

          “oh...well...shit...okay, i guess i should have thought            of that...hm...i mean, we can just eat something else.            it’s fine...sorry for, like, getting your hopes all high            and stuff...”

     his head lowered into a defeated position and a whimper rumbled in his throat. “sorry, len.”

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hurt meme.

“ i got you. it’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.”

“i feel like everyone’s miles away from me.”

“my mind is a dark place. you don’t want to be there.”

“i know this hurts, but you have to stay awake.”

“don’t close your eyes, please don’t close your eyes!”

“i just want to be numb, i don’t want to feel anything.”

“please don’t do this, don’t act like you care.”

“you don’t care, nobody cares, just leave.”

“you’re my friend, of course i fucking care.”

“i can’t give up on you, so please don’t give up on yourself.”

“i love you so much, i forgot what hating myself felt like.”

“i fucked up, why do you not care?”

“i can’t walk, just go on without me.”

“you have broken ribs, take it easy.”

“i have no idea how to do cpr.”

“whose blood is that?”

“apply pressure to the wound, don’t let go.”

“don’t you dare fucking let go!” 

“what the hell happened to you?” 

“are they dead? did you kill them?” 

“do you know what you’ve done?” 

“you’re either with me or against me.” 

“who the hell did this to you?” 

“are you alright? you hit your head pretty hard…” 

“i can’t see!! what’s happening to me?” 

“when was the last time you ate?” 

“what do you mean you’re fine? you are not fine!” 

 “i’m fine, it’s just a flesh wound, i’ll be okay.” 

“for how long? how long were you bottling this up?“ 

“there’s so much blood, you won’t last.” 

“are you… throwing up in there?” 

“why aren’t you eating?” 

“just breathe… you’re okay, i promise, just breathe.” 

“i can’t breathe, i can’t –” 

"i woke up, & you were gone.” 

“just tell me something, was it really worth it?” 

"it’s okay to hurt & breakdown. you don’t have to be strong all the time.”

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{ @leftbrcin || x.x.x }

     when he felt the other male give in slightly, the boy grinned, letting go of len’s arm and trotting towards the chinese restaurant. ah, yes - the satisfactions of having him whipped like that were deliciously sweet - almost like the lo mein that would be sliding through the prongs of his metal fork. his stomach growled at the delectable image and his pace quickened.

                    “i know we, like, JUST ate, but c’mon!                      it’s chinese food! how can we pass it up!?”

     whipped, whipped, whipped - like a working horse to it’s smaller, human master - len must have really cared about raito...the poor boy could get away with almost everything. len usually went with his ideas, even if he was going begrudgingly. 

               “hurry up, slow poke!”

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                                        Two parts of the same whole.                                                          Almost the same.                                                       But still quite different.

          I’m Len.

                                                                                                                  And I’m Raito!                                                                                                                 Together forever!

          I guess...

                                                                                                                 You know it’s true!

          Urgh...

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