xhristchild

[xhristchild]

green tea, chocolate, sundae with a cherry on top

what calms your muse when they need it most?

his father’s voice? but he probably cant hear it here so a back up would be food and sleep. again, he thinks like a child at times.

have your muse mention something they tend to indulge in.

damien loves burning things. he loves causing misery to others he feels like deserves it or to anyone who underestimates him really. he loves fire and anything to do with the heat

write something that would make your muse happier than anything in the world right now.

in his own words he wants to find the person that murdered leon and burn them at the stake, uh. also he wants a burrito.

#studioofmedicine #antianswers

[xhristchild]

he's just a kid [open]

"....wha,"

the boy woke up from his long term rest and rubbed his eyes. he was confused, there was no shouting, no one was running miles upon miles of laps. no one was yelling at each other or complaining about the harsh requirements that needed to be done in order to be a soldier. it was quiet.. eerily quiet and it didn't settle right on him, getting out of his bunk bed not bothering to fix up the room he got on his long sleeved shirt and his boots. fingers feeling around on the walls since it was so bright out it was going to take a minute or two to adjust to such lighting( sleeping in the dark was his favorite thing to do, ). he held onto a pole and blinked a couple of times before looking up at the pole and tilted his head. "ah? is this a new bounty? i wonder who's the shithead that fucked up today!" he snickered to himself and yanked it off, slumping down and sat against the pole he tilted his head observing it. his smile began to slowly fade away and the heir of hell found himself feeling sick to his stomach, his hands began to shake and his head started to hurt.

L E O N M A G N U S has been M U R D E R E D.

everyone passed the young boy thinking he was just a lost child, damien found himself curled up against the pole and hiding his head. one hand clenching the paper and not even realizing that he was burning it. a male soldier walked over and shook him slightly to get his attention, "hey, hey kid you should go home. this isn't for little kids," damien refused to look up, however and just shouted albeit it being muffled "fuck off!". "listen brat, i'm going to be nice about this," he looked up, finally and his eyes were as bright as the flames he summoned. he stood up and threw the now crumbled paper to the floor. "listen, i dont give a fuck who you are. you arent my mentor, you aren't leon! you dont FUCKING boss me around and you DONT fucking call me a boy! I'LL BURN YOUR FUCKING SKULL AND LEAVE THE REST OF YOU FOR THE SUN TO DRY UP SO FUCK OFF!"

and ofcourse he'd get laughed at. he was used to people not believing him so he just stomped off and was marching down the streets of thalassia with flames rising up behind him. anything at the sides of the street were probably being lit up, mail boxes, lamp posts. he didn't realize the destruction he was causing and probably wont. he was upset and he couldn't think of any reason why. damien wasn't used to feeling things like a normal person, he was just a child, physically and emotionally he was a child. mentally he had some level of maturity.

again. he saw another wanted poster, again he felt the anger in him rise and reaching up he grabbed the poster and when his hands lit up to burn it he stopped half way and just slumped to his knees, sniffling. "i'm sorry..." why was he even apologizing? he didn't do anything to cause this.

"i'm sorry, i'm sorry i- please tell me this is a nightmare... maybe i passed out?" now he was lying to himself. "haha thats it! leon just overworked me and this is all a nightmare..! yeah, yeah!" he stood up and finished burning the paper in his hands. he rubbed his eyes, despite the smile he was still crying his eyes out, he was still livid. he wanted to do something but what? he was just a kid, like everyone kept telling him, he was a child. what good could he do?

#mardo open #i mean he lost his parental figure So

[xhristchild]

need to cool off? try an ice cream meme !

vanilla: write a cute and fluffy thought your muse might have.

chocolate: have your muse mention something they tend to indulge in.

strawberry: does your muse like fruit? which one best?

pistachio: write your muse saying something "nutty" and out of character.

black raspberry frozen yogurt: have your muse try to impersonate mine.

caramel: what does your muse dream of having in the future?

vanilla chocolate swirl: would your muse consider... ~"entwining"~ with mine?

mint: is your muse a morning person?

sundae with a cherry on top: write something that would make your muse happier than anything in the world right now.

rocky road: your muse trips and falls onto mine; reaction?

chocolate peanut butter: does your muse like the nightlife?

malted vanilla: write a sad and fluffy thought your muse might have.

banana: is your muse lusting after something right now?

pumpkin: write about a special memory your muse has.

butter pecan: is your muse moved easily by bribery or flattery?

coffee: does your muse do well pulling all-nighters? have they done so recently?

cookies n' cream: my muse snuggles up next to yours on a cold evening; reaction?

egg nog: does your muse hold their liquor well?

rum raisin: what kind of drunk might your muse be?

green tea: what calms your muse when they need it most?

#memes;

[xhristchild]

"...yeah! because ive seen alot worse then that and this heat really doesnt bother me," shrugs his shoulder then sits down, actually feels a little pain swelling in his chest. "...poor animals though...."

"I’ve seen at least three dead bodies heaped up like garbage in the alleys, and I couldn’t count how many animals weren’t worth the effort to sweep off the street. Are you sure you want to make light of this?"

#rhosynllachar #mini; candle

[xhristchild]

"iunno what you guys are complaining about i think this is great,"

"its like hell except noones suffering-- well, in disgusting horrible ways that is!"

#mardo mini #u guys are weenies

[xhristchild]

hello i am the residential flower child who roleplays this antichrist child here!

i also roleplay fenrich and casshern and maybe someone else if i think about it and if you wanna talk to me my skype is always open to people if you wanna plot or just be friends! my twitter is also @albed0_

please talk to me im not a scary person i promise

#mardo ooc

[xhristchild]

"who. tone down the happiness there champ. i like the enthusiasm though," he grinned. admire him because it's making his stupid ego big.

"heh, not a problem. we're soldiers, so we gotta look out for eachother right? but im your superior now so don't get any funny ideas thinking i'll go easy on you, morgan."

   “Wow! Gosh, thanks for the welcome. I totally feel like a part of this already. I promise I won’t let you down!”

   “Damien, huh? I’m Morgan. It’s a pleasure to meet you!”

#tacticianings #mini: morgan #anything for you hon! you are a special flower \w/

[xhristchild]

drags hands down his face. "i'll get right to it sir!!" gets ready to nyoomsprint off.

"Damien… Did you remember to clear out Room 103?"

#ironyofhate #mini: leon

[xhristchild]

tacticianings

"listen up, we got a new soldier ready to give their lives for us. so i want everyone to treat him with respect and greet him as your own, okay? welcome to thalassia, i'm damien the antichrist."

#mardo welcomer #is this a tag??? well it is now

[xhristchild]

"...hell yeah, i wanna make it with you. lets do it, sounds great! but. but. wait." holds out his hands. "lets make it mild, incase you dont like spicy. then amp it up for me," lookit him thinking of others.

"your flattering, shrimp," laughs. 

"It’s really spicy! And has rice and meat and it’s really good…. eh?"

"Wow! You got even taller!"

#pikorain

[xhristchild]

"oh. .. but wait what if i run out of food. and the lady im bunked with might yell at me for eating all the foodddd." drags hands down face.

"Eat a bigger dinner and sleep earlier."

#ironyofhate

[xhristchild]

"oh..." blinks. "but i still.. he gave me some sort of comfort, now it just feels really lonely without him," drags hands down face. oh no. tantrum brewing.

"Have you stopped to consider that his voice is beyond you right now? Whatever had the resources to bring all of us here might even have the ability to cut you off from your own father."

#ironyofhate

[xhristchild]

"yeeeaaaahhh. well, what do i do about it then?"

"i like both so i cant cut one out can i??"

"There’s a flaw about all this, you realize."

#ironyofhate

[xhristchild]

"...oh. then we wont really have problems then," sure he was alittle lazy sometimes like leaving trash around till the next day then he'd clean up but if that's all there was then he wont mind. he could be clean and all that fun jazz, but a soldier? exactly..

"how does one act like a soldier?" damien looked puzzled. he knew what they were, people who fought for a cause or something like that but he's used to giving or seeing someone( his dad )give orders so receiving them that's..different. did this mean he had to care about something? ew.

r e s p e c t me! [damien + mitsuru]

Thinking about it, there wasn’t much that came to mind. “Well, for a start, always clean up your own messes, keep up with personal hygiene, and do not do anything illegal. You’re a soldier now, and you will act like one.” Mitsuru may not rank very high in the military here, but that wouldn’t stop her from keeping the other soldiers in line. She was much too used to being a leader, and old habits were hard to break. “If you need money for food, I would be happy to provide a few drachmas. Do not take advantage of this and ask for frivolous things. Understood?”

#youmustbekirijoking

[xhristchild]

"!!" stands at attention, sniffles. "iunno, i hardly see him. i just follow the sound of his voice, but i dont hear that even here so i guess he has nothing he wants to say to me.."

"I don’t doubt that you do the man proud."

#mini: leon #ironyofhate

[xhristchild]

"..."

"i missed papa's day, not like i could see him anyhow. i wonder how he's doing.. i wonder if im making him proud? i hope he's alright.. he's strong, and brave, he's a man to be reckoned with! papa's the best.. best.. papa.. y-yeah," sniffles. wipes at his eyes.

"..."

"...papa.." 

#[musings of a anti christ]

[xhristchild]

"uhhh, whats curry? that sounds interesting..."

floats over to her side just a tad abit above of her just to cause a height difference.

"Let’s see um, curry or beef stew or steak. Lots of stuff."

"I know what you mean." Nervous giggle.

#pikorain