Chrollo Catch All | February [Open]

[crossreversed]

Who: Chrollo, & others
What: Various February happenings
When: All month
Where: Around Trench
Warnings: None in main post; Will be added to comments as needed



Wait For Me; backdated to the end of January

A month since Chrollo washed up from the sea, it was time for more Sleepers to come ashore. He had no interest in helping any wayward soul who happened to need a hand, so he lingered further back and let those with an interest in such things greet new arrivals.

The only people Chrollo cared to see were his own. If one of the Troupe washed ashore, he didn't want to miss their arrival. There was also a chance that a squid could take on a less than friendly face. Being unable to permanently kill them was a hindrance, but knowing sooner rather than later would still be better.

Wrapped up to wait out the cold, Chrollo watched, and waited. The sudden feeling of stiffness was a surprise, there was no obvious source of it. Soon, he couldn't move at all. There was no apparent source of danger, as the twelve legged spider omen on his shoulder remained small but visibly agitated. It looked like he'd be waiting longer than expected.

You Take My Breath Away

After the past month, Chrollo was becoming accustomed to the sudden onset of effects with no obvious source. Suddenly being unable to breathe was still surprising enough that Chrollo reached up to his throat to reassure himself there was nothing around his neck. Even though he hadn't anticipated holding his breath, he still had at least a few minutes before the situation was going to become desperate.

A nearby commotion made it obvious he wasn't the only one struggling, and as soon as he caught sight of someone else visibly struggling to breathe he was hit with a sudden need to reach that person.

As far as coercive abilities went, Chrollo didn't have much experience with being on the receiving end of them. But he didn't have many options, and the only risk was to himself. Without giving it more thought than that, Chrollo made his way over and reached out.

Speed Dating

Chrollo Lucilfer, emotionally unavailable and married to his work. He enjoys reading, acquiring antiques (especially books), spending time with his friends, and exploring the darkness in other people's souls.

Chrollo has never done regular dating, much less the 'fast' variety where you're given only a few moments to get to know someone. As far as ordeals go, he's had a much milder time with this month than the previous one even with his odd run of bad luck.

He knows the motions to go through well enough, he's met people and 'hit it off' to get close to them when a situation required it and he's stolen more than one priceless artifact or ability that way.

Comments

You Take My Breath Away [& Bad Luck for the Early Worm]

[martyrofduty]

Pyrrha half expects a corpse's fingers around her throat or perhaps living ones if she'd seen brilliant red hair. Another fraction of a second lets her know no one is choking John in that moment, for pain or pleasure. Then she turns toward the person approaching her. One hand reaches for her spear, currently nothing more than a baton, but she recognizes that face and, in the same instant, reaches for his hand. A gut feeling. An induced feeling. The natural solution.

Air rushes back into her lungs, and Pyrrha almost laughs. She sinks a couple inches, looks down, and actually laughs. A tentacle slips out between her trousers and her boots, while others remain within them. With a few moments of effort, she straights back up and solidifies her legs back into human shape.

"Not full squid this time," Pyrrha says. "I'd appreciate help to a bathtub if that happens."

speed dating

[possessum]

True to Peter's own information blurb, he looks very much like he wants to run away. However, he's learned how this goes by now, and he's resigned himself to just... try and get through it. Eventually, they'll all be allowed to leave, right? They just have to keep playing this game first.

So he's sitting down across from someone new, managing an awkward little "Hey" to begin with... eyes falling downwards to go ahead and read the information on his Omni about the other man.

...Immediately, his heart skips an odd beat in his chest. Lucilfer....? That word is... familiar, even with its slight variation in spelling. And Peter's feeling a sweep of nausea that he's certain is the demon inside of him, its attention instantly grabbed. Peter sways a little, eyelids fluttering, tries to ground himself to keep reading — "enjoys exploring the darkness in other people's souls", oh this sounds great! He's definitely not in danger, here!

"Um... Sorry. Not feeling too great." Peter apologises, pressing one hand against his forehead, clammy and chilled. His heart's fluttering with anxiety, and he's not quite meeting the other person's eyes, visibly nervous of him.

speed dating

[fogsong]

"Fancy meeting you here," she says as she drops into the chair opposite him. She's in her hunting leathers, weapons, and pouches around her waist, and she's spattered with dark beast blood, some of it in her hair, clearly pulled from the middle of something. There's some tension to her, frustration rolling off of her, but it ebbs some the moment she sits, his familiar face offering her a tiny bit of ease in a ridiculous situation.

Her omni pings with his blurb and, by now, she knows how this works. His own will give a buzz as hers is sent his way. She lifts the crystal, skims the blurb, and snorts under her breath.

"I never would've guessed you were into antiques," already, she's imagining him in some dusty antique shop, hunched over some phonograph that is coated in a thin layer of dust or searching for an old first edition of The Great Gatsby. Given what she knows about him, it's a pleasant sort of surprise.

speed dating!

[anbaric]

This is not Asriel's first experience being dropped into this situation, but he's no less irritated about being suddenly pulled away from his work now than he was the first time it happened.

"Roped you into this too, have they?"

The Omni helpfully supplies his own blurb, and Asriel takes a moment to glance over Chrollo's when the alert goes off. Usually, it's a lot of nonsense and embarrassing facts he doesn't care about, but something piques his interest every so often.

"What's this? 'Exploring the darkness in other people's souls'. How so?" he asks plainly; no point in beating around the bush.

Speed Dating

[hachitaro]

"Wow, you sound edgy." Taro is draped across his chair, his own blurb visible. He's... stopped caring about it at this point. He looks at Chrollo in half-boredom and huffs.

"So are you actually related to a demon or did you just get the edgy name just because?"