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Fai D. Flourite ([personal profile] flowrite) wrote in [community profile] recolle2017-10-11 03:43 am

semi-closed | October catchall

WHO: Fai + close CR
WHERE: All over!
WHEN: All through October
WHAT: Nightmares, fog, a cute date (for someone else), a brunch date, a spa day... Fai's dance card is full this month
WARNINGS: Dead bodies/gore for the fog thread, stalking/assault/probably verbal abuse for the nightmare thread. The rest of them should be relatively safe.



KENTA + JIROU - CUTE DATE NIGHT

[Fai loves Kenta and Jirou. They're his family. They've done so much for him already, been there for him so many times when he's stumbled along the way, even though they've known him less than a year. And yeah, Fai knows that they don't expect compensation for the things they've done for him, but he can't shake the feeling that he wants to do something nice for them. Something to repay them for being there for him, for letting him stay over and taking care of the kitties and giving him shoulders to cry on. But what's a guy living on a social worker's salary supposed to do for two of the wealthiest people he knows?

Except... Fai is good at a few things, and surprisingly those things actually lend themselves fairly well to putting together a date night for his friends. So for the past couple weeks he's been carefully planning, putting the pieces together, and then two pretty little invitations arrive at Jirou and Kenta's place.

Both invitations instruct the two of them to dress for a formal event, although only Jirou's slyly suggests that he wear the pretty things they found at the lingerie boutique early this month. And as the invitation suggests, tonight a limousine pulls up stocked with champagne and cute little candies and treats, ready for a night on the town.

(It's already been cleared with Kenta's bodyguards. They know what's up.)

And while Kenta and Jirou pile into the limo, Fai and his borrowed bodyguards are going to dress up the condo for a date.]




CLOSE CR - NIGHTMARE

[The bustle and noise of the club can be heard not too far away. Back here however, in the alley behind the club, the night is quiet in the spaces between the halos of the streetlamps. The alley is wide and clean, nothing at all like the scary back alleys in the movies where terrible things happen. The girls leave in groups of twos and threes though, just to be safe, filtering out to their cars parked in the tiny lot and along the side of the alley.

Fai is easy to spot, several inches taller than most of the girls that cluster around him. He looks young; for all that he still doesn't look his age these days, in this memory he has a baby face which, when coupled with the shorter, shaggy mess of his blond hair, makes him look practically angelic. That baby face is still covered in dark eye makeup and glitter from his last number of the night. He hadn't washed it off before leaving that night, he'd been tired and planning to do that at home. The rest of his outfit is decidedly less glamorous, a faded t-shirt and sinfully tight jeans.

The girls all find their cars, but Fai is frozen in the middle of the alley as one by one everyone around him heads home, leaving him alone.

He remembers this night all too well.

He looks terrified.]




CLOSE CR - FOG MEMORY

[It's mid-October. Fai's already been through a few different scenarios in the fog with various friends--and he's pretty sure he's gotten off light, all things considered, and he really doesn't want to try again. So he's as careful as he can be, making sure not to go out at night unless he's got someone with him or unless it's going to be a very short trip indeed.

Except... he has night classes, and that doesn't always work out so well. Like tonight. He's had to park a little farther away from class than usual, thanks to some stupidly random parking lot construction work that's taken out a handful of spaces, and now he's facing the prospect of walking back to his car alone, in the dark and the fog. Shit.

Maybe you were already on campus or nearby for some reason. Maybe you knew Fai had class tonight? Either way, here he is, plunging out into the fog, jogging down the sidewalk. He can make it to his car, he knows it. It's not that far. Just a little farther.

No. Something's wrong with the sidewalk. It shifts under his foot, and although he's lucky enough not to twist his ankle, he can't keep his balance. He goes down hard on what should be pavement, but doesn't feel like it. It feels pliant, shifting under his hands as well, like... fabric?

Quickly he summons a little globe of magical light to his hand, and just as quickly he regrets it. You'll probably find him screaming, because there's no sidewalk anymore. Just an endless mass of corpses.]




LAURENT & FAOLAN - SPA DAY

[It's early October, and it's a random Thursday, and here Fai is in his pretty pink car heading to pick up Laurent and his bodyguard for a day at the spa. Because somebody (read: Fai) has a date on Friday and he wants to be sparkly and perfect for it, and what better way to do that than to drag Laurent out to the spa as he'd already said he would?

And really he doesn't know what to expect about the "bodyguard" but he's been around Kenta long enough to not be quite so weirded out by the idea. Kenta has a small army of bodyguards, after all. How hard can it be to deal with only one? Maybe Fai won't even notice him after a while. (Which is a little mean to think, and Fai sort of chastises himself for it, but if the guy's anything like Kenta's bodyguards he probably won't even say anything the whole time they're out.)

So wherever Laurent would have directed Fai to meet them, here he is, just pulling up in his cute pink Prius to usher them all off to a day of pampering.]
liberal_arts: (thought you'd leave me for dead)

[personal profile] liberal_arts 2017-11-14 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm a sword, Fai. -Might as well be as blunt with it as possible.-
liberal_arts: (dosu kiri)

[personal profile] liberal_arts 2017-11-15 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)
A katana, specifically, but yes. I know it sounds crazy, but there's literally no other conclusion one can draw from these memories.