dinohouse | Entries tagged with character: den-o: urataros

Jingle Bells! Jingle Bells!
Suzu ga naru
Suzu no rizumu ni hikari no wa ga mau
Jingle Bells! Jingle Bells!
Suzu ga naru
Mori ni hayashi ni hibikinagara

Welcome to the Dinohouse Christmas "meme"! This is going to work a bit differently from most memes, but still free free to do what you want here!

The idea:
Following this post I will be making an assortment of Universe/Location "thread" comments. These will define the specific scene and universe being worked in. Comments by applicable characters will follow under that comment.

Example:
Mushverse; Shiba Mansion; open to Shinkengers

Comments following that would all be set in the Mushverse universe, be by any Shinkengers that want to participate, and take place at the Shiba Mansion Christmas party. Think of it sort of like every "top level" comment is its own post to the community.

Following that example, if your desired AU/Canon/etc isn't there, feel free to make a "thread" for it! Say there's already a Mushverse Go-busters "thread", and you want to do something in Aibouverse, or something more canon, maybe just between two characters? Make one!

Comments following the "thread" headings can be group setting free for all, or between individuals. Say it's a canon GokaiGalleon party, and Gai and Luka want to go off alone, or are on their way to the Galleon together? Their thread can be a separate second level comment thread beneath the main Canon Gokaiger thread.

I know that's a lot of information/qualifiers, but don't let it make you nervous to post, "rules" are fluid, and mainly set for added organization.

HAVE FUN. And enjoy the season!

tarosetera

Momotaros likes to frequent a dingy billiard bar that reeks of piss and long dried blood. And that's fine, for his nights, but on mine... well, I like to take Ryoutarou's body our for a fine time.

Sometimes it's simply to an expensive restaurant, all bells and whistles and frills. Sometimes I simply like to taste expensive food. Not as expensive as Sieg likes, no where near. Sieg tends to waste our entire combined allowance in one night just being waited on and fed. And while I do like being fed certain sensual food by lovely women, I much prefer to do it within poor Ryoutarou's budget.

I am digressing.

There is one bar I love to go to. A lot of women frequent it. I think it's the gentle atmosphere. Soft lighting and relaxing music, refined drinks and delicate foods. Not that women are all weak and delicate, even I don't think that. It's just that, most of them, after a hard day at work or a long day looking after their family, they like to unwind where the mood is smooth and then men are courteous. Some people may describe me as a predator, I think they're wrong. I am a lover. I love women. Their curves and soft places, their gentle hair and sweet voices.

I order my favorite here, a Mint Julep, luscious whiskey and biting mint. A favorite slow drink of mine. I settle at the bar for now, glancing around as women filter in.

And then I see her. The woman I met at the dinner Ryoutarou planned. She's a Liveman, blue I believe. Like me. I know enough to know she's strong and powerful. The head of her household, despite the two men she shares it with. But I sense new worries in the lines of her face, not that there are many, she wears her age elegantly. No grey in her hair, just the barest hint of faint lines at the corners of her eyes.

She's beautiful.

curryjolokia

Welcome to the office fishtank of P. Sherman, dentist. P. Sherman is a generally well-meaning sort of man, meticulous about the upkeep of the large 50-gallon tank which boasts a broad and colorful range of fish and sea creatures. It's a lovely magic tank where little things like "salt water" or "freshwater" don't matter so much, and P. Sherman has taken advantage of this fact by including a mix of species that almost guarantee that the children in his waiting room will be treated to a live demonstration on Basic Maths: Subtraction & Division.

YOU ARE ONE OF THE FISH IN THIS TANK. ICON UP AND POST AWAY.

Do you remember you were not always a fish?

Might you have grand plans of clogging the tank filter and escaping into the open sea, where a fish of your glorious purpose WAS MEANT TO BE?

P. Sherman doesn't care, and there's fishes round these parts who would sooner see you lunch than successful in your goals.

northerntriangle

"...And you invited them over for dinner."

"Technically, Yuuto, he invited us, but I thought it would be best if we had them here instead."

I think my head is going to explode. I reach out quickly and smack Deneb's arm. "Don't put any god damn shiitake in the rice, Deneb, I'm serious."

"Because he wanted to meet both of us."

I close my eyes, cross my arms, and lean against the wall. How are we going to fit three extra people around the table, anyway?

"What are we supposed to tell them, anyway?"

"We could tell them the truth."

"Oh, that'll go over well."

I jump when the doorbell rings, followed by a stampede of literally inhuman proportions. It's not entirely unlike trying to raise five really big, really loud, really destructive kids. Some of them with horns and all of them with access to weapons.

"They're here."

"Oh no! Don't let the Taroses answer the door! Yuuto!"

Oh, hell, he's right.

"No shiitake!" I repeat as I dash out of the kitchen, barrel through all five bustling Imagin and throw my arms out in front of the door. "Go back to your rooms until you are called." I shout, and I'm surprised they actually listen to me. Or at least they retreat as far as the hallway.

I spin and open the door.

"Hi! Welcome to our home!" I'm going to kill Deneb.

ikarigai

The soft hum of machines mixes with the beeps and blips of various life signs as they etch their cryptic way across screens. The poor boy has been asleep for so long no one can remember when he got here.

Or so they assume.

In the great scheme of time, if you untwist it and fold it back on itself, he's only been like this for a few days. If you unfold it and iron it out, he's been here years.

In that timeline he wouldn't have woken up, he would have died alone in a hospital bed.

In this timeline he's already died a hero.

Is it safe to just leave him?

He has two visitors, one with a soft voice and careful manners, the other with a wide smile and bright streak in his hair. They don't stay long, but they do leave candy and a small vase full of tiny white flowers.

He'll be okay. His family is coming.

The machines continue their humming, chirping song. Very soon it'll be time to wake up.