Fujihara/Leon Vs. The Judge/Brandon

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Fujihara/Leon Vs. The Judge/Brandon Jul 8, 2020 18:22:02 GMT -5

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Post by Webmistress Barbie on Jul 8, 2020 18:22:02 GMT -5

Tag Team Match!
Standard Rules!

2 RP Limit (Per Team, 1 Per Member. BEST RP from each team will be used for Judging!)
4000 Word Limit

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Deadline: Sunday, July 19th, 2020 at 11:59pm Eastern

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mystifyingoracle
Chaos Wrestlers

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Fujihara/Leon Vs. The Judge/Brandon Jul 16, 2020 14:52:36 GMT -5

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Post by mystifyingoracle on Jul 16, 2020 14:52:36 GMT -5

Card II: The High Priestess

OOC: All readings done on the first card draw either by randomized number generator or numbers chosen by writers. Yes, even the last one Silvio draws for himself. I swear to Glob, I didn't choose that one purposefully - I would have considered it too on the nose but apparently my muse is a witch. Silvio is quoting Leigh Bardugo's, 'The Too-Clever Fox,' at the beginning of his promo. Good luck, everyone!

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Kohaku Fujihara =^.^=
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21st Century Fox

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Fujihara/Leon Vs. The Judge/Brandon Jul 16, 2020 20:50:55 GMT -5

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Post by Kohaku Fujihara =^.^= on Jul 16, 2020 20:50:55 GMT -5

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“We need to talk.”

Kohaku was jolted out of a light doze. There was a movie on television- he wasn’t even sure what, something with what seemed like fifty different plots that was probably more interesting on paper than it was on film. The sun was starting to dip over the harbor outside of the massive window. A small notebook with varying ideas for moves and strategy had fallen from the arm of the recliner onto the floor.

And along with all of this, Kazuchika Watanabe was staring into his face from approximately two inches away. He jumped in surprise, half landing out of the leather chair in a rather unbecoming sprawl.

“Are you trying to give me a heart attack? How long have you been there, anyway?”

“Long enough. You really need to do something about that snoring, it’s not cute.”

Kaz snickered a little, batting a lock of black and red hair from where it hung over his left eye, watching with amusement as Kohaku picked himself up.

“Can you stop letting yourself in? Normal people call before going to someone else’s home. Or at very least, ring the bell.”

“You wouldn’t let me inside if I did that.”

Giving a turn, Kaz rolled over the arm of the chair, making himself comfortable in the place that Kohaku had been unexpectedly evicted from- a move that only added more irritation to the fox-like young man’s expression. Sighing in resignation, Kohaku leaned against the backrest of the chair from behind, looking down at his uninvited houseguest.

“Fair point. So what do we need to talk about?”

“I think you know.”

Sitting up, Kaz turned around to face Kohaku, sitting on the recliner backwards, crossing his legs beneath him.

“If I recall correctly, I told you that you need to be thinking of a way to go back home. I did warn you that your boss is getting impatient, right? So it stands to reason that you would be distancing yourself from the business and the people in it, not getting closer. You’re making it harder on yourself. A clean break and a slip out the back door, that’s how you usually do things, not getting all schmoozy in a noodle joint with some cute inked-up young thing.”

“Jealous?”

Kohaku couldn’t help but smirk a bit. Now it was Kaz’s turn to frown, and it pleased Kohaku to see that smug grin finally fall from the feline fellow’s face.

“That’s besides the point. The point is, you going back home is inevitable. I told you myself, I’m sorry I have to be the one to break this to you. But his word is absolute- no ifs, ands, or buts. And you know what might happen if he runs out of patience waiting for you. Do you really want to be responsible for the fallout if someone that powerful gets angry?”

Kohaku winced, and Kaz’s expression softened. He reached a hand out, gently tousling reddish-brown hair.

“I know you’re too good a person deep down to let that happen. And I meant what I said. I’m sorry it has to be this way. You have time, but not much- you need to use it to break things off with that boy and this whole silly business before you get too attached. Come home with me. It’ll be alright, we’ll make the best of it. We always do.”

Sighing, Kohaku rubbed at his temples, thoughts racing. Kaz always did this. He wasn’t above pulling out the charm, the sweet talk, the cream-sweet empathy whenever he thought it’d help him get his way. The worst part is that he was telling the truth.

“So… what?”

“Invite the boy over. Knowing you, you were planning on doing that anyway. Tell him something. You’re very sorry but you have family back home who need you. It’s not exactly a lie, is it? No guilt.”

Kaz practically purred as he spoke, his smile carrying no small air of satisfaction, like a cat who’d finally caught a particularly difficult mouse.

“...fine.”

“Please don’t look at me like that. I know this isn’t what you want but it’s for the best, you’ll see.”

Pulling his phone out of his pocket, Kohaku scrolled through his contact list, staring for a long time at the one labeled ‘Star’ before closing his eyes, pressing it, and bringing the ringing phone to his ear.

“Hey, Silvio? It’s me. Do you… wanna come over?”

Kohaku’s apartment was near the harbor- a shockingly posh apartment building full of shockingly posh apartments. Kohaku’s place was about two thirds of the way up the building, ceiling to floor length windows providing stunning views of the waterfront. The hardwood floors were freshly Swiffered, not a dish or piece of stray laundry out of place.

Upon being invited in, Silvio would see that there was also a lot of empty space. There was a single recliner in the living room, a TV on a stand with a video game console. In the bedroom, there was a bed and a chest of drawers. There were pots and pans and such in the kitchen, but the china and tableware were all paper and plastic.

Obviously, someone had spent a chunk of change on rent without having any left over for furnishings, and were buying such things piecemeal.

“Sorry I don’t have an extra chair quite yet.”

Kohaku grinned sheepishly.

“That’s next on the list. And a dining room set. You can have the cushy chair if you like, I don’t mind.”

Silvio laughed, glancing around. “Jeez, I feel like I should have been better dressed. This place is swanky, minimalism or no.” He strode over to the windows and took in the view, dark eyes dancing with delight. “Gosh, look at that...I love it when you can see the starlight glittering on the water. When I was a kid, I’d go with my friends to this inlet that had bioluminescent algae in it. Probably toxic as Hell, but it looked so cool at night when you went swimming. Wonder if there’s anything like that here.”

He continued to gaze out at the view for a few moments longer, enchanted with the sight, before looking back to Kohaku over his shoulder. “C’mere for a sec.”

Swallowing a lump in his throat while Silvio had his back turned, Kohaku strode over to the window, standing close at the tattooed young man’s side and trying to follow his line of vision.

“You see something interesting?”

He tried to be his usual, casual self. Tried not to let on how hard his heart was thumping in his chest.

“Do this.” Silvio leaned forward until his forehead touched the glass of the window. He reached out and turned his partner’s hat so the brim was facing backward before gently pressed on Kohaku’s back to get him to do the same. Turning his gaze back to the night sprawling out before him filling up his vision, it felt like the lights of the sea and city were rising up all around them; like they were no longer in the apartment, but instead floating above Baltimore.

“How did I never think of doing this myself?”

Kohaku’s voice was just above a whisper, looking wide-eyed at the expanse of light and water, separated entirely from the apartment that the two of them were standing in. It was almost as if they really were flying above it all, untouchable by worry and drama. It held him in a feeling that was unfamiliar to him- awe.

Slowly, his hand slid over, slipping itself over Silvio’s, gaze still forward on the glimmering city below them…

“MROW!”

...when the entire spell was broken by a piercing yowl, followed soon after by a long, skinny form sheathed in sleek, black fur with cherry red streaks winding itself in a figure 8 around Silvio’s ankles. Large, gold eyes blinked up at the young man innocently.

Kohaku let out a soft but audible ‘kuso’ under his breath.

His reverie broken, Silvio turned his gaze to the floor and broke out into a grin. Leaning back from the window, he made a soft sound and knelt. “Aww, I didn’t know you had a cat!” He ran his hand gently over the cat’s back, lingering to scratch at the base of its tail. “My mom loved cats; had them when I was a kid. What’s his name? Or her name?”

“He’s not my cat, he’s an asshole who keeps letting himself in.”

Kohaku huffed, keeping the little morsel about his apartment having a strict ‘no pets’ policy to himself. The cat, meanwhile, began to purr like a motor, tail swishing into right-ways and backwards question mark shapes, nuzzling into his touch but always seeming to keep an eye on the other man.

Sighing, Kohaku removed his cap, running his fingers through his shaggy red-brown hair, something sad bleeding into his eyes.

“Anyway… the reason I asked you over. There’s something I wanted to talk to you about.”

Strangely enough, the cat’s purring only seemed to grow louder at that remark.

“Yeah? What’s up?” Silvio straightens, his brow furrowed at Kohaku’s expression. “Something wrong?”

“Not really, it’s just… I’m really…”

Kohaku’s fist clenched at his side, the other tightening its grip on the brim of his cap. He wanted to just tell Silvio the truth, tell him everything. Who he was, really. About Kaz. About everything back home. But even he knew that would be a bit much. He couldn’t expect Silvio, sweet and open and understanding as he was, to be able to swallow that.

Or could he? You know there’s something about him. Something that doesn’t seem to be in common with any other person you’ve ever met.

That was right. He didn’t have anything in common with any other person Kohaku had met, and it had nothing to do with anything unusual or otherworldly that may or may not be going on. His teeth gritted behind his lips, and he stood up straighter, determination rolling in like stormclouds to overtake the sadness in his eyes.

“I’m really looking forward to tagging with you. If it goes well, and I’m positive it will… I understand if you had singles ambitions. I wouldn’t deny you going for the Distorted Angel’s prize if you wanted to. But if that’s not something you’re concerned with right away, would you like to be my partner long term? The tag division looks a little tired. I think we might be able to spice it up quite a bit, and get us some shinies to share in the bargain.”

The cat stopped purring. He didn’t bite or hiss, but his ears laid back flat and he slunk off, vanishing to some hidden corner as displeased felines do.

Silvio blinked, brows rising in surprise as he smiled. “Are you kidding me? I’d love to! I mean, I’m still finding my feet here and everything, and I think it’s a little early for me to have any serious designs on the big prize. But I’ve liked working with you so far. It feels kinda like kismet, y’know? First time in the ring and we synced up so well it basically turned a triple-threat into a handicap match. You can’t train that; can’t learn it. I mean, I still wanna do singles competition, too, but if you want to be my go-to partner for any tag stuff? I’d be stupid to say, ‘no.’”

”It does. It really feels like it was meant to be. I’ve been to a lot of places, SIlvio, and met a lot of people, but I haven’t clicked with very many at all like this.”

Kohaku’s fist loosened. Found itself drifting, almost of its own volition, to the hand that the cat had spooked it off of before.

“In fact, I was wondering, perhaps… if you’d care to do something tomorrow night? Something completely non-business related?”

His grin sparked to life, charming as ever.

“Or whenever’s good for you.”

Taking the hand offered to him, Silvio gave it a squeeze, his expression softening.

“Sounds perfect.”

“Okay, forgive my usual introductions, but I am in an impeccable mood and I don’t want to burst my own bubble by talking at length about unpleasant people, so I’m going to keep this brief.”

Kohaku Fujihara was on the roof of his apartment building. From the way his camera was set up, it was almost as if he stood on an island studded with vents and coated in tar-paper, adrift on a sea of lights with the current of the harbor catching the glint. Above, the moon hung in a slim, silvery crescent against a backdrop of stars.The moonlight cast the fox-like man in a sheen of silver-white, and his smile was star-bright.

“The Family. It sounds outright cozy. A Father… no Mother that I see, but no one should turn their nose up at the notion of single parents- a hulking Judge, a stalking Wolf, and a skipping Siren. Though apparently the Wolf is the Father’s younger brother, so maybe that makes him the Uncle? I don’t know.”

He waved a hand dismissively.

“I do know, however, that you’re a group that preys upon desperation. Someone desperate enough, as my partner helpfully pointed out to me, will reach for anything to keep from drowning. Afloat in a stormy sea, a pirate ship is just as good as a rescue vessel. And someone rescued from that kind of desperation? Well, they tend to feel pretty ingratiated. And that’s where someone of a clever mind and little morals uses those feelings of gratitude and turns them into dependance. That doesn’t sit well with my partner, Luke, and that doesn’t sit well with me.”

His jaw ticced, eyes flashing. For a moment they seemed golden, even in the silvery light.

“Cutting someone off from their freedom is a sin. This world is meant to be experienced, enjoyed, as much as a person is able. Their path should be theirs to carve, not yours to set them on like wind-up toys on a track. And that, Luke, is why we owe it to your brother and your little big masked monster to kick the living tar out of them.You see, when pressed… no, when rammed against the wall, over and over again, eventually it’ll click in one’s head that there is something wrong with their current path. That something has to change or they’ll keep introducing their face to unyielding brick until they die. And that is the sort of revelation we offer your followers.”

Stepping back, now fully framed against the twinkling night, Kohaku held out a hand.

“Wolf, Judge, Siren… this is your last peaceful call to sanity. Think about your life. Where your so-called Father is leading you, and whether it’s gotten you anything of any worth. I implore you, step away now. Because if you don’t, well…”

Kokaku shook his head.

“...for the good of your own ability to walk your own chosen paths? Team StarFox will be all too happy to play the role of the brick wall for you.”

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Post by Kohaku Fujihara =^.^= on Jul 16, 2020 20:50:55 GMT -5