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poly_chromatic2012-05-15 03:03 am
colonelcrotchgrab) wrote in poly_chromatic2012-05-15 03:03 am
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✯ 002 || Action -- Backdated to the 14th
[City, meet giant Communist, who is cautiously out on a stroll to meet up with his lover, eat Spanish appetizers, and potentially be drawn while eating these said appetizers and perhaps partaking in other interesting activities that involve holding very still. Very likely he would be simply holding still. And Raikov would eat all the appetizers.
That isn't too bad. He doesn't mind watching the streets and the people of this place minding their own business and doing their ordinary things. Or so he would think. Certainly wasn't what he would like to think; he had done plenty of other business under the guise of "ordinary" back "home".
Of course, when he is out and about, he finds himself snugly crushing a passerby in his very terrifyingly large arms. The woman, who likely does not appreciate being suddenly and seemingly confrontationally approached by very giant seven-foot muscular beast-men in the first place, struggles and screams and gasps as she is pulled against that big broad chest of his.
Volgin had never seen a woman run so damn fast in his life either when his crushing grip finally loosens up. She has enough breath to start screaming again by the time she's out of sight.
This whole venture is potentially a bad idea.]
((OOC: If you want to bump into him on the street, you can let hug him you at your own risk. His big gorillaman arms can embrace many things.))
That isn't too bad. He doesn't mind watching the streets and the people of this place minding their own business and doing their ordinary things. Or so he would think. Certainly wasn't what he would like to think; he had done plenty of other business under the guise of "ordinary" back "home".
Of course, when he is out and about, he finds himself snugly crushing a passerby in his very terrifyingly large arms. The woman, who likely does not appreciate being suddenly and seemingly confrontationally approached by very giant seven-foot muscular beast-men in the first place, struggles and screams and gasps as she is pulled against that big broad chest of his.
Volgin had never seen a woman run so damn fast in his life either when his crushing grip finally loosens up. She has enough breath to start screaming again by the time she's out of sight.
This whole venture is potentially a bad idea.]
((OOC: If you want to bump into him on the street, you can let hug him you at your own risk. His big gorillaman arms can embrace many things.))
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text; // Private
This has him ducking into an alleyway to get away from his new urge as he responded. Tap tap.]
You saw that?
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These intrusive devices like to switch on at inopportune moments.
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He almost sent a load of current through the damn thing. He almost threw the device at the wall. He almost slammed the damn thing down to the ground and stomped it. He knew the communication device was bad news. There were other ways he could stay in contact with Ivan and not be... intruded upon.]
I am finding. Why keep these?
If there is no beneficial purpose to this device other than documenting acts of humiliation, I will destroy it.
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I threw my own into a lake. [After it recorded Karl in an unsuccessful bid to end his life.] Yet it reappeared as if by magic.
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He sure as hell was going to try.]
How often does it record on "accident"?
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The damned thing seems aware of when to record, before the mishap itself has even occurred.
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I suppose the so-called 'Deities' planned it that way.
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There is no one inventive enough to circumvent this? Or is that how you get... smited? ... Smote. Is that it.
[Damn English and its ridiculous conjugations. He had to think on that one.]
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And no. If there was anyone inventive in this wretched place, the devices would be done away with by now. Their singular purpose appears to be 'entertainment'. At the owner's expense.
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I find this hard to believe, if there have been people here for years, unless the deities are choosy with who they kidnap.
There is a way. I refuse to resign myself to simple amusement through intrusion.
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...The best alternative is to leave your device at home. Or stow it away in a drawer, when indoors.
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[Or a lab animal, which a few years of that was several lifetimes enough.]
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Unfortunately, Volgin hugs like a python from the likes of his size and strength alone. It isn't intentional either, even if he has a tendency to crush whoever happens to not be Ivan and in his embrace.
It's hard to find words when his usual physical contact consists of sex and seeing how many bones he can break in one swing.]
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But you know, that's okay. He's sort of used to this kind of abuse from his sister, not to mention Viktor the Bear... who is not really a bear, but you know, big bear-like arms...-- ]
A-ack!
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Oh, there he goes. Riou gets released finally, and there is a brutal, disfigured face looking what might be very far down at him.]
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I shall be on my way.
[Yeah, there is a pretty heavy accent here.]
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That was really tight... You probably eat a lot of meat.
[ Riou blurts out- because, you know, Viktor said he should eat more meat to grow more when they were bathing together. >( He means muscles! ]
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But this response has the giant Russian tilting his large head and cocking a brow, pausing. He eats little actually, being something of a biological mess. The gluttonous Raikov eats for the both of them.]
I... Hn, I suppose so.
[A smirk.]
All kinds.
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I guess that really helps. Anyway, you might want to hug a little less tightly... er... For others, I mean.
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Zhenya!
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Raikov was not hard to spot. He only hoped he would not snap his spine in two when they met.]
Ah. Ivan.
[Closer...]
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He stood up from his chair and held out his arms, smiling at his lover]
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... But Volgin had a very good idea of what he was capable of as well. Snuffing out people he did not like was a good chunk of his existence. Snuffing out unintended collateral happened.
He just hoped Raikov never was among that.
For now, the younger man got his own dose of python-grip, squeezed into his hard, impressive musculature.]
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Nhh.. Did you make it here alright...?
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Volgin slips over to the table he figured Raikov was occupying, and slid his massive bulk into it. Very likely these chairs were not meant for human behemoths. He was used to it by now.
(Yeah, this is all still in Russian.)]
I'm fine.
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You're lying.
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(Sometimes, Volgin felt that he had told the pretty faced Major too much.)]
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You're not the only person I've embraced today.
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That's fine. Today's curse seems to do with embracing others...
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[A beat.]
They all survived, I assure you.
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[He finishes up his current sketch, then takes a sip of his tea]
I'm sure some people were unnerved, right?
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Nah, he could just be cursed like you, and wanting to return the favor in kind. Unfortunately it might be a little more painful on your end.
Not to mention Volgin seems a little surprised upon seeing you, Raiden.]
Ivan? /I thought you were at the cafe! Did I take too long?/
[As he closes in, spreading his arms very wide and...]
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[The closer the man got, the more Raiden wanted to run away rather than hug. His eyes widen and he slowly backes up. Oh god, oh god]
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/What's wrong? Do you want me to speak English in public?/
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/Who.../
Hn.
Who are you?
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My name's Raiden...
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Rai. Den.
[... That certainly isn't the
droidsRaikov he was looking for.]What kind of joke is this.
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Explain yourself.
Why do you look like him.
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[Raiden tries to push off him again]
Look like who..?!