No Event ☫☫☫ There's Probably an Event for This ☫☫☫ Aphro to the moon!
It was quite the typical day in the hotel corridors. Red everywhere, tasteless pictures, people coming and going and getting caught up in one thing or another. But, in this particular corridor, it seemed the traveller was alone for once, no one around. Until=
"You."
It wasn't said with any aggression, but was equally devoid of kindness. A completely impassive and flat attempt to catch a person's attention. Asura's default tone of voice was an unusually smooth and soft way of speaking, and he wasn't any different now. But was unusual was that his word was delivered in stereo. From both ends of the corridor, Asura had spoken and was in fact, standing. He could produce duplicates of himself with ease, made from energy and guided by his will; usually they served little more than distractions or scouts, but today he was using one as a way to cut off escape. He needed the variety. His constant use of his prehensile, nigh indestructible scarves was quick and easy and he used them to do everything. Why not have a little fun with something new?
And so, at both ends of the corridor was the Kishin Asura. Tall, deathly pale, rakishly thin and with sharp features, he possessed a sense of earthly beauty. With the third eye on his forehead, the streaks of white on his black hair multiplying the number of eyes and perhaps most unsettling, the red of his two eyes was marked again to give him eyes within eyes, he had a sense of unearthly beauty as well. Wearing a number of suits, piled up one over the other and with four scarves wrapped around his neck that billowed behind him like a breeze only he could feel was blowing. Even with the bored expression on his face, he had a disquieting aura about him. Like a predatory creature that was just weighing up whether what he was looking at right now was worth eating or not.
Worse of all, whenever the focus was on one of the two, the other approaches. Keeping an eye on both is impossible, and so one or the other is always getting closer, but is never, ever seen to move. Just like some sort of optical illusion.
"This place is getting to me, so I need some relief," one of them explained, before the other continued. "You'll do." The phrasing and the tone was so detached, it was like being referred to as an object. And it made it quite clear that he would not be taking 'no' for an answer either.
((ooc: And so, Asura has doubled himself up. Obviously I'm aiming for a threesome with the double, but if you want once he's got your character, he can make the copy disappear if you'd prefer. Asura is a pretty nasty piece of work, and so non-con and dub-con are both likely.))
"You."
It wasn't said with any aggression, but was equally devoid of kindness. A completely impassive and flat attempt to catch a person's attention. Asura's default tone of voice was an unusually smooth and soft way of speaking, and he wasn't any different now. But was unusual was that his word was delivered in stereo. From both ends of the corridor, Asura had spoken and was in fact, standing. He could produce duplicates of himself with ease, made from energy and guided by his will; usually they served little more than distractions or scouts, but today he was using one as a way to cut off escape. He needed the variety. His constant use of his prehensile, nigh indestructible scarves was quick and easy and he used them to do everything. Why not have a little fun with something new?
And so, at both ends of the corridor was the Kishin Asura. Tall, deathly pale, rakishly thin and with sharp features, he possessed a sense of earthly beauty. With the third eye on his forehead, the streaks of white on his black hair multiplying the number of eyes and perhaps most unsettling, the red of his two eyes was marked again to give him eyes within eyes, he had a sense of unearthly beauty as well. Wearing a number of suits, piled up one over the other and with four scarves wrapped around his neck that billowed behind him like a breeze only he could feel was blowing. Even with the bored expression on his face, he had a disquieting aura about him. Like a predatory creature that was just weighing up whether what he was looking at right now was worth eating or not.
Worse of all, whenever the focus was on one of the two, the other approaches. Keeping an eye on both is impossible, and so one or the other is always getting closer, but is never, ever seen to move. Just like some sort of optical illusion.
"This place is getting to me, so I need some relief," one of them explained, before the other continued. "You'll do." The phrasing and the tone was so detached, it was like being referred to as an object. And it made it quite clear that he would not be taking 'no' for an answer either.
((ooc: And so, Asura has doubled himself up. Obviously I'm aiming for a threesome with the double, but if you want once he's got your character, he can make the copy disappear if you'd prefer. Asura is a pretty nasty piece of work, and so non-con and dub-con are both likely.))