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tampered2008-10-21 01:31 pm
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log; incomplete
When; During the arena battles. ♥
Rating; PG-13, probably thanks to Tasuki's potty mouth.
Characters; Tasuki [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mrscaryface]; Uruki [un_fated]
Summary; Two Celestial Warriors battle it out. Apologies to Uruki-mun for being unforgivably late with this.
Log;
Over the past months, Tasuki's built up a certain level of tolerance, for City curses. Most of the time, it seemed that the deities enjoyed leaving Tasuki with his mental faculties, perhaps as an added measure to make sure that the humiliation of being turned back into a kid or into some strange animal really sunk in. But even if Tasuki would have preferred never remembering, never knowing the stupid things he was about to do, there was a certain comfort in being self-aware, in then being able to turn away and keep away from those who he might hurt while cursed. Or, well, people who he would rather die than display a furry little tush in front of. Either way, it worked out.
This was the first time, however, in which the City was actively changing him, the blood in his veins rushing and pumping and Tasuki could feel it overwhelm him as his knuckles turned white, gripping his tessen. Well, fuck. He was in an unfamiliar venue as well, the stadium walls high and the crowds loud and-- was this an exhibition sport?
And he was anchored to the ground, feet refusing to leave the dirt.
He hoped whoever else was in the ring would be sturdy enough to put up with this shit.
Rating; PG-13, probably thanks to Tasuki's potty mouth.
Characters; Tasuki [
mrscaryface]; Uruki [un_fated]Summary; Two Celestial Warriors battle it out. Apologies to Uruki-mun for being unforgivably late with this.
Log;
Over the past months, Tasuki's built up a certain level of tolerance, for City curses. Most of the time, it seemed that the deities enjoyed leaving Tasuki with his mental faculties, perhaps as an added measure to make sure that the humiliation of being turned back into a kid or into some strange animal really sunk in. But even if Tasuki would have preferred never remembering, never knowing the stupid things he was about to do, there was a certain comfort in being self-aware, in then being able to turn away and keep away from those who he might hurt while cursed. Or, well, people who he would rather die than display a furry little tush in front of. Either way, it worked out.
This was the first time, however, in which the City was actively changing him, the blood in his veins rushing and pumping and Tasuki could feel it overwhelm him as his knuckles turned white, gripping his tessen. Well, fuck. He was in an unfamiliar venue as well, the stadium walls high and the crowds loud and-- was this an exhibition sport?
And he was anchored to the ground, feet refusing to leave the dirt.
He hoped whoever else was in the ring would be sturdy enough to put up with this shit.