A little Playground

[ridingwithdevils]

Just a post for me to throw up a bunch of top levels for everyone to play with some of my peoples.

Prompts taken from here
But also happy and open to other random prompts/threads.

And people up for play:

Renn
Up and coming idol girl. Mermaid. Must avoid water at all costs so only drinks water from a very secure, leak proof drink bottle. Can sometimes abuse her ability as a siren to get people to do things but always annoyed that the ability is limited to a few people in her presence.




Snow
Version 2 with ice abilities. Accepts his powers. Has a twin brother Phoenix. 


Shion
From the show Final Life. Loosely based, as I couldn't really watch the entire series so only thrown to people for PSLs. He's a recluse, doesn't talk much but has some supernatural abilities. Going to tweak his personality a tiny bit to get him into threads easier. Quite flippant about things and doesn't really care much about anything unless you can get him to reveal his past.


Seiichi
Backstory on his journal. He comes in two points in time. One where he is a new shinigami working hard to protect his still alive wife. He's more loyal to her so gen or long slow burn. More positive and happy about things. The other is much further down the time line where he's watched his wife grow up a bit more without him, carry two children and move on with her life. But still very much in love with her so bitter about things but still wanting to protect her but also willing to get in bed with anybody and do anything to escape these feelings. He's prone to exploding if you poke him too hard but also has been evading the other shinigami for so long that he's a lot more adept at using powers and fighting.

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Renn Top level for Emme

[ridingwithdevils]

⑩ What are your intentions... → This person? They're dating a close friend, family member, etc. You need to find out if they're going to hurt them! Or you need to discuss your friend/family's dating choice.

[singforyou]

She's finally made it! She's not a big time celebrity but at least she's made it far enough that she and her little group get their own body guards travelling around with them as they go from venue to venue. A special little touch here is that each of the body guards have decided to assign themselves to one of the group rather than just everybody overlooking everyone. She likes this special touch, to be honest. She, especially likes the fact that sometimes she gets one on one time with them to just talk about human things. Being that she is still kind of getting used to what all these human things are.

Renn hasn't had to reveal herself to her bodyguard in any way. They don't have to know that she was a siren and that she betrayed her sisters to come out and try living this life. They haven't done anything to warrant her using her powers so far and they're really good at making sure any water she gets is either in her special bottle or in a bottle that is definitely leak proof.

But lately, she's been wondering if maybe... there was something more there. Or if maybe she was just seeing things. Since she's been getting these feelings, she hasn't really had a chance to sit down with them on her own away from everyone else but she's been looking for a reason to get them alone. Looking for an excuse to talk to them just a little bit more.

[seaclusive]

This job is a real step up in the world for Greg. Most people wouldn't see it that way if they knew what she really was - and no one alive who knew who she was would agree - but none of those people are Greg. And to her, this is an amazing chance. She's always loved listening to others sing. She didn't let her brothers take it easy on her in any form of their training, and despite being the smallest of the three, she could definitely take down Jim or Ira. Poor oppas...

Now Greg gets to play some small part in the whole musical affair. She gets to bodyguard and stay up close and personal with an actual adorable idol. Still relatively small time, but Renn herself has been sweet. Greg is set. She gets to do what she's good at and gets to enjoy what she loves for doing it. What could be better?

Well, she could do without the suspicions.

When Renn had asked for her own special bottle to be used, Greg didn't question it. Maybe it had been a gift from a beloved parent or friend. Maybe it just meant something to her. Or maybe she was afraid that some idiot would slip something into her drink. Dark thpughts, those. But Greg was fine with taking that extra step to help and comfort Renn. It made her smile, just a little. It was even kind of cute. But then... Then Renn had added in that other clause. "Leak-proof." That was the one that had Greg on guard.

It didn't possible for her to know. At the very least, Renn hadn't outright hinted and Greg covered her own footsteps well. She'd flown through the various background checks. No one from the Sea, except Ira, even knew about this set up. Her IDs and paperwork were good. Greg should have felt more secure. Instead, she felt her hand tightening around those damn leak-proof bottles every time.

But how to bring that up? Greg doesn't really want to break the seal on that conversation. She would much rather stick to guarding Renn; guarding herself from Renn... wouldn't work out well, for either of them.

[singforyou]

It's after a particularly long and tiring concert that she finally finds the time to catch up with Greg alone. As much as she would have preferred to just go into her apartment by herself and fall asleep for the evening, the confusion has been playing around in her mind for so long that she really just wants to talk to the other person as soon as she can. So instead of heading out of the concert arena with the other girls and going home in a share car, she's staying back in the dressing room for a little longer to make the journey home by herself with her assigned body guard.

The journey isn't too long so at least the awkward car ride would be short enough that they can pass it by with either small or no conversation. The issue then was how to invite Greg into her apartment and try to get her to stay long enough for them to have a conversation. She spends so long thinking about this in the dressing room that she loses all track of time.

By the time she glances back up at the clock, closing in on midnight and she starts to lose hope that there was any chance she would be able to have the conversation that night even though the following day was a day off for their group since they've just finished their last concert. Panicking, she's quickly picking up all her belongings and shoving them into her bag to rush out the door.

[seaclusive]

Greg isn't surprised that Renn is slower to leave than the others. No, that actually makes complete sense. Renn has been pouring her heart out and practicing for this show. Of course she gave it her all and tuckered herself out. Right?

There is a lot Greg has never experienced, despite a long life lived both under the sea and on land. So whether or not just one lone group member stating behind is weird, or if that's completely normal... Who can say? Greg loves idol music, she loves their dedication, passion, and the way they move. But she doesn't know much about this part.

She doesn't mind. Not until Renn flies into a panic. That gets Greg on her feet fast, peeling away from the doorway she had been lazily leaning against. Her eyes scan the window and not for the first time, she is grateful for the solid weight of a weapon at her side.

"Hey, whoa," she says in her calmest tone. Not hard. Greg has always been level headed and cool. "What's the rush? You can rest up as long as you need."

[singforyou]

The sudden voice calling out to her makes her pause for a moment. This wasn't where she was going to have this kind of conversation. She would have preferred to have it in a more comfortable place rather than in an impersonal dressing room right after a concert where she hasn't even cleaned herself up yet. "I didn't realize it had gotten so late. I'm sure you have better things to do than keep me company past the time they said you would." She isn't even sure body guards were paid past a certain time, specially since she was still an up and coming in the company.

Anyway, the more she thinks about it, the more she's sure that she was just imagining things. The close attention that Greg pays to her was likely because of her job more than anything. The idea of bringing up that there could be more there was absolutely ridiculous and that's not even thinking about what the company would do if she were to have personal relations with...

She shakes the thought out of her head and takes a breath, stopping the movement of her hands just for a moment. This was definitely not one of those moments she should be using her siren song. Even if it was the easiest way to navigate through these strange feelings. And even if she has used it to get her part of the way into this debut.

[seaclusive]

Greg listens, head cocked toward Renn. Everything her charge is saying certainly makes sense. And, thinking about it, there are definitely better things to be doing at this hour. Sleeping, for one. Greg hadn't realized the time until Renn brought it up. The idea of her nice big tub is so tempting...

"Mm, well, don't worry about what time the company said." Greg is aware that most people worry about that, and whether that means they will get paid. But she's been putting funds aside for a century...

Not that she expects Renn to understand what she won't explain to her. "I put my hours in today... Ah, no, it's yesterday at this point. But my job isn't to only keep you safe a few hours and leave you. My job to keep you from running off alone, scared, in the dark and don't forget, I'm in your phone." Any day, any hour, Greg wasn't bothered with the strict scheduling the guard office had written into their contracts. She'd devoted herself. She could be on call, no sweat. "Let me get a cab. Get you home. Sound good?"

[singforyou]

That reminder makes her wonder if this was something that she did just for her or for anybody else she's been put in charge with. A part of her has quiet hope that it was just for her but she isn't brave enough to ask at this point. Instead she gives a small nod at this point, even though she's still turned away from her guard and quietly packing her bag.

She packs a few more items before she takes a breath and, "Do you have...to rush off after I get home?" It's not like her to be timid, really. She stands on stage and her entire life up until the point she arrived in this human land was to lure people onto her island. To their doom. A thought that she likes to ignore whenever possible. She is mostly used to being in control and getting her way but this was different.

It also completely slips her mind that when she gets home she still needs to wash and clean herself. Although she's been around for a few hundred years, the majority of her life up until this point was on a secluded island with her sisters so.. her apartment was small. There wouldn't really be anywhere to hide her transition when she goes to bathe...in her tiny apartment bathtub.

[seaclusive]

Up goes the eyebrow in a silent question. She's heard some seniors in the company bragging about these kinds of questions - intentionally misinterpreted, so the guy could feel like he was actually something instead of just doing his job. Granted, the job had been done and done well, but they had to go and make a joke out of it first.

Greg is quite sure Renn would be teased for saying that to a male guard. She is also sure that Renn is sweet, and Greg has never pretended that she didn't want the friendship in addition to guarding. It might even make her a better bodyguard, all things considered. Caring about your client's welfare isn't hard when you want to keep your friend safe.

"No rush," she promises. "Cab's still okay?"

Unlike Renn, though, Greg does think of her own bathtub. She's already groaning internally at the idea of missing out on her tub, but there's no reason she can't soak up a nap in there tomorrow. It's not so comfortable to sleep in a fluffy soft bed, but Greg can grit her teeth this once.