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I Get My Kicks And I Want To Start A Rager!

Who: Shuuya and OTA
What: Team Fear, baby! Shuuya's taking requests.
Where: Around Hadriel
When: Patron God Event
Warnings: TBA

[A] The Shapeshift

After getting the friendship bracelet and the weird note, Shuuya started to warm up to this idea a bit. Especially when teammates started asking for his assistance. When Emily discovered his ability, and asked him to mimic Wolfie, he gave a grin: He's totally game for this. After all, it's harmless fun anyway, right? So, he'll be going to select places around Hadriel, hiding in the shadows as he waits, listening intently for voices and footsteps.

As soon as he hears someone approaching, his eyes flash red and he morphs into the exact image of Wolfie. He gets ready to round the corner and start aggressively growling at the innocent passerby. Of course, maybe you saw him shapeshift and want to call him out on his shit.

[B] The Attack

If you didn't see him, however. He'll jump around the corner at you and start growling, giving a few loud barks. At first the Wolfie copy will stand his ground, and then slowly start approaching you. Ears laid back, teeth bared, a ridge of hairs standing up on his back. He doesn't sound very friendly at all. And you might want to run.

[C] Wildcard

Got something else planned? Want to utilize/abuse Shuuya's abilities? Want the chance to attack him instead? This is the place to do it! Hit him with your best shot!

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Regis' steps slow instinctively once he comes around the corner. The old king was about to check the messages upon his phone until something akin to a wolf suddenly starts growling at him. It would be a lie and claim that the shapeshifter didn't manage to startle Regis some, especially since the king was lost within his thoughts. Yet unlike most people, Regis isn't the type to cower in fear. No, instead the old king suddenly summons his glaive within a hail of fractured blue light and immediately swings the sword right at the offending beast in mild fright.

Not exactly what anyone would expect an old man to do, especially since magic is still somewhat taboo. Regis strikes at the fiend quickly in hopes of getting the first hit in before putting some necessary distance between them. Sword at hand and now in proper stance, Regis all but glowers at the offending fiend with a glare that could kill. "I am in no mood for jest! Face me and you will face Death." Well, it seems like someone is in a very bad mood. Given that the deities have decided to make their presence felt as of recent, Regis' mood is justifiable.

Okay, a fight definitely wasn't what Shuuya was expecting. His eyes widen as he tries to jump out of the way of the Glaive. Unfortunately, he's not as lucky as he hoped. The second the blade cuts his shoulder, the illusion instantly drops, with Shuuya's true appearance being made known. He grips his shoulder to cover the wound and he laughs as he winces, taking a few steps back from the King.

"Ow, ow, ow! Take it easy."

Of course, now that it's revealed he's not a wolf, he has something bigger to worry about. He keeps his grin but watches the King nervously. Don't think that bad temper went unnoticed, Regis. He's halfway worried he'll be attacked again, and possibly worse, for his guise.

Curufin is just coming up to that corner, on his way out of the housing area, starting his Guard shift for the evening. He's got his blue sash on and is armed.

But the last thing he expects to encounter is a werewolf. Or a wolf of any kind. Wolves have special significance in his original world, especially the werewolves, who serve Sauron, the second Dark Lord. Curufin and his brother Celegorm and their pack of wolfhounds accounted for more than a few of them in their time. But Curufin has other, more recent history with such wolves, and with their master.

He stops where he is. His heart is hammering, but he stands his ground. When the wolf decides to approach, Curufin reaches behind him and unsheathes his sword, though he does not intend to be the first to strike. "Be you natural wolf or unnatural, be advised you should be cautious here," he murmurs, softly.

Okay, that sword looks like a bad time. So Wolfie-Shuuya is just going to stay where he's at, but he continues growling. He's not backing down to let Curufin pass. Although, the Elf's warning seems gentle enough. He figures he should be alright if he doesn't get any more aggressive than what he started with. He barks at Curufin a few more times, trying to sound unafraid of that blade. His ears remain back, and his teeth bared as far as he can make them.

Although, it doesn't seem Curufin is very intimidated by his act. His options are either to attack and hope that Curufin is bluffing, or to drop the facade. Oh, man, decisions, decisions...

After a slightly longer hesitation, and observing of Curufin as he continues to growl, he weighs those exact options. The competitive feeling he has inside of him makes him want to attack, but his common sense says that this won't end in his favour if he does.

Common sense wins out. The Wolfi-copy leans back, it's eyes glimmering red as he drops the illusion and reveals his true form. His hands held up in a I surrender motion with a shit-eating grin.

"Alright, alright, you win," he laughs. "I'm not interested in getting hurt."

Curufin tilts his head quizzically. He's trying to understand the wolf's communications. Okay, fine, you can growl and snarl. I'll just stand here.

There is no telling how this would turn out if in fact there was a fight, but Curufin is willing to go either way. Fight or communicate. Although, truthfully, he'd prefer the latter.

He blinks when Shuuya seems to alter his form or cast off an illusion and turns into a human. WTF??

Then he smiles. "There wasn't a fight, so neither of us won. But that's good. I'm not interested in getting hurt either."

Shuuya laughs a little, giving a shrug and tucking his hands into his hoodie pockets.

"Yea, I'm just in this for the competition. Besides, even if I attacked you, it wouldn't have been a wolf's claws and teeth you felt." Completely an illusion. "That sword is more threatening than I am."

Nevermind the two daggers he keeps strapped to his side under his hoodie. He could have attacked with them under his illusion and made an interesting impression. But he's bad at combat, and those are more of a last resort.

Shuuya holds out his wrist, showing off his Green Bracelet.

"Team Fear, apparently, whoever that is." He's still kind of confused about this deity thing. "How about you?"

Shame upon you, Shuuya, for picking on a ...child? No, they're not really a child, just a very childlike robot.

"Ahhh!" Either way, they're very frightened! The little robot jumps, scrambles, nearly stumbles back when the 'wolf' comes jumping out at them.

Doesn't Emily have one as a pet? That sure doesn't look like a companion animal to them!

Shuuya's not sorry, little dude. Unfortunately for you, he's prone to pushing the envelope too hard. And, right now, he's succeeding.

He advances on Turing, continuuing his growling as he does so, moving like he's going to circle around the little robot. He gives a few more barks, certain to prove his point. Alright Team Fear!

The little robot backs away. They're likely to bolt at any moment.

"Please don't eat me." They're not even tasty! It would just be chewing plastic...

"Ah, so what I just saw was a sensory construct? -- an illusion?"

Curufn would have been surprised if Shuuya hadn't been armed, under the illusion. But this is based on what he himself would have done. He had not much facility with these dreams, created in somebody else's mind, unlike some of his kin. (That's if you didn't count his performance at Nargothrond, where he had convinced a crowd of people to desert their own lord.) But what little magic he had ever used, he had backed up with weapons.

He looks at Shuuya's bracelet. "Green, for the god whose name is Fear. He has a temple not far from here. I've never spoken to him, so I can't tell you much about him."

He holds out his own wrist, with the blue bracelet. "Team Sorrow. My name's Curfuin, by the way. What's yours?"

"You just scored a point for your own team, by the way! I have experience with werewolves, and I can't say they're my favorite people." He chuckles wryly.

"Yup. It only works on me, though. I can't use it on my surroundings or anything."

He's not so sure he'd call his magic, though. It's just something he happened to inherit from the Void, when it took someone else instead of him. Aside from his group of friends, there's no one in his world with the same abilities, and even amongst themselves, those abilities vary. As far as Shuuya knew, he's the only one in the whole world of his home to have the Deceiving Eyes.

"Huh." Shuuya looks at his own bracelet again, giving an awkward laugh. "Well, I hope he's a cool dude for putting me on his team." Seriously, why Fear? Shuuya still doesn't understand it despite embracing it. When Curufin holds out his bracelet, and he sees the Blue, he finds it odd that Curufin says Sorrow. Curufin didn't seem sad at all, near as he could tell. Maybe these Gods just picked team members at odd cues or something.

"Shuuya, nice to meet you." He smiles, not allowing himself to dwell very long on the idea of Sorrow.

"Oh, that? It's just Emily's dog she asked me to imitate." He grins. "Though, I'm sure she'll be pleased her plan worked."

~~Awh, look at this poor, sweet, innocent little thing, cowering in fear. Too bad, scrub.~~

Shuuya's practically laughing under his illusion at this little thing's display. He's pretty certain if Turing could piss himself, he would have by now. This is great!

In fact, he takes that plea to further abuse Turing's fears; the image of Wolfie licks it's chops, snarling as it does so and coiling like he's ready to launch at the little robot.

The temperamental old man slowly lowers his sword once the wolf before him suddenly changes shape. He stares at the youth owlishly for some time before letting out an annoyed huff. "You fool!" He chastises as he summons his sword away. The glaive fades into a blue light likened to shimmering ash. It's a mild wonder as of how a solid steel sword can vanish into nothingness but that's a question for another day.

"You nearly tasted steel, child! I would've killed you!" A tense sigh escapes Regis as he touches his brow. Clearly the man is stressed out about something and this just added to that stress. "You silly boy." Regis finds his sense of calm at last after a few measured breaths. He gives the youth a slightly humored smirk as he walks right over. The king balls up his fist and lightly taps the blond upon his head. It might sting a little but the old king doesn't mean the lad any harm.

"An eye for an eye." Regis jokes.

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Shuuya gives a nervous laugh as he gets scolded. Although, the Glaive trick is really cool. Maybe he'll say something about it later when the old man stops yelling at him.

"Right, right, I'm sorry." He says, chuckling. "It was all in good fun, I swear!"

Clearly he caught Regis at a bad time, and apparently Shuuya added to the poor guy's stress. He actually kind of feels bad for him. He didn't mean to antagonise someone to the point of attack.

When Regis balls his hand and moves it toward him, Shuuya both tenses, bracing himself, and cringes slightly. But, the solid blow he thought he would get is only a light tap. Shuuya actually looks up at Regis and blinks, giving a dumbfounded look.

Uhh... Why is there humour in Regis' tone? He doesn't get it. Regis didn't hit him anywhere near hard enough to make it even for stressing him out.

"Uhh... Are you okay?" Y'know, because people usually hit him way harder.

The sudden question makes Regis blink a few times. "I'm fine. Just a tad frazzled if anything--" He pauses briefly for a moment as he gives the youth a long steady look. "Did you...truly expect me to hit you? A child, no less?" A look of mild horror settles upon his face as he inches away. What sort of monster would ever hurt a child?!

"Oh goodness, no! I would never!" Even in his darkest of days, Regis never laid a hand upon his son. That's not to say that Noctis never been punished but Regis doesn't believe in corporal punishment. His kind of punishment for Noctis always revolved around taking away his fancy toys for a week or canceling all his credit cards.

"I have more class than that, thank you." He let's out a slight huff.

Oh... Oops. He's making this worse. He's so sorry Regis. That look of horror on Regis' face is not what he expected at all.

"H-hey, I didn't mean anything by it, really!" He laughs lightly, trying to pass it off with a grin. Shuuya bites his lower lip a little, though. He's so confused. His mom hit him since before he was five. And Kido has hit him ever since they met at the orphanage. He doesn't get what the big deal is? He can take a hit. Really.

Besides, the last person that said they wouldn't hit him said it was because he hated him, and therefore hit him worse by not hitting him at all. So... Shuuya's also a little more than worried here.

"Uh... I'm... I'm sorry." He's too afraid to ask to be hit; somehow the suggestion at all had offended Regis, and he doesn't want to make it worse. He rubs the back of his neck with an uncertain and pained expression as he tries to contemplate what to do.

They really are an easy target.

...Finally, the little robot turns and bolts. Does Shuuya want to give chase?

He would but... his illusion only works on him, so he can't make it follow Turing because he's too busy laughing. The image of Wolfie rolls on the ground as Turing scrambles away, the illusion melting back to his true form as he laughs loud and hard.

"Man, the look on his face!" Priceless! Score for Team Fear!

Regis stares at the youth before him in true puzzlement before leaning down to pat the boy upon his head. It's a gentle touch, nothing malicious or induced by anger. Just a simple pat. "There's no need for apologies." The old man explains despite finding himself morbidly intrigued by the boy's reaction. Just why did the child expect to be punched? Does someone actually hurt this boy whenever he does wrong? That certainly seems to be the case but such a thought is far too disturbing for Regis' liking.

"I believe introductions are in order, young man." He says with a faint smile as he tries to lighten the mood. "I'm Regis." This time he won't mention his full name. "Who might you be? I already know you're not some big scary wolf." A humored chuckle escapes him.

"I wonder how many others you've frightened today."

The gentle pat still causes him to flinch - partly because he was zoned out in thoughts of what to do and didn't see it coming, and partly due to not having tensed himself beforehand. And he still finds himself extremely confused at Regis' kindness.

But when Regis goes to lighten the mood, Shuuya is more than happy to accept.

"I'm Shuuya." He gives a big grin. "The wolf I was imitating was Emily's. She's pretty cool. I don't think Wolfie would be so inclined to growl and bite, though. Nice to meet you."

He gives a playful shrug and a laugh. "Only a couple. A robot and an Elf. The robot was priceless though! I think if he could have pissed himself, he would have. I might have to make it up to him later, though.

"Oh, that reminds me!" Shuuya holds out his wrist to reveal his green bracelet. "In case it wasn't obvious by now, I'm on Team Fear."

"Emily?" Regis blinks his eyes in surprise. "I wasn't aware that the young seamstress owned a wolf--No, wait." The old man can't help but chuckle someone once he recalls the advertisement Emily made in regards to her shop. He distinctly remembers her mentioning something about a wolf upon that eventful day. "Ah, I remember now. She does have a pet wolf." He has no idea how she managed to tame it but Emily does indeed own a wolf.

"It's pleasure to make your acquaintance, Shuuya." He says with such a cheerful smile. "At least now that I can realize you're not some fearsome wolf." Regis chuckles a bit more once the youth speaks about the many victims he scared. "Goodness, you've been quite productive today but for what means?" He questions right before the youth could show his bracelet.

"Ah, it all makes sense now." Regis subconsciously hides his blue bracelet. It seems that Sorrow has picked him to represent his team.

"Yea, the critter's kind of nice. Doesn't have an ounce of scary in him except for the name of his breed." He definitely likes a genuinely humourous Regis much better than a slightly horrified one. "Nah, definitely not a wolf. Besides, it would have been a bad idea to attack you. It was pure illusion. If I would have the image bite you, well, you wouldn't have felt canine teeth and claws but a poor kid's attempt to flail and run." He laughs.

"But, as I'm sure you saw, getting hurt makes that illusion fail. So... you would have seen me regardless. Just like..." Shuuya's eyes blink red and he morphs into an exact copy of Regis, down to the detail of the clothing. "I can turn into you," his voice being an exact match for Regis' as well. "But I can't mimic your sword to fight with."

He flashes a smile as the Regis-doppelganger.

A yelp of surprise ebbs off Regis' lips once the boy took his form. Talk about a perfect doppelganger. Regis eyes went large as the child somehow weaves his magic to mimic his appearance and voice so seamlessly. His hands go to his mouth as he stares at himself with such fright. "H-How?" Regis questions as he takes another step backwards. He's really shocked, almost scared.

"That is simply far too eerie for my heart to take." He admits with a nervous chuckle. Poor Regis. He's not used to such queer magic. The elderly king reaches over to touch his doppelganger as to check if this is an illusion. He's trying to pet the dear boy on his head to stop this farce. Regis utterly refuses to hit Shuuya.

"I wonder when my hair grew so long." The gentle king fusses idly as he studies his image. His snowy mane did grow quite a bit since the beginning of his stay here. Regis isn't used to maintaining his hair unlike his beard. He just washes it and combs it back, that's it. The king is sometimes low key.

"My son would be quite amused." Regis muses with a slight grin.

Ahh, the yelp. So classic, and it's a pretty typical reaction to this party trick. It never gets old. The Copy grins and shrugs at the question.

"It's kind of a curse, I guess you could call it. Something I inherited. I just have to know how someone looks, smells, and sounds and I can imitate them perfectly. It's also useful for other things." Such as tricking people into thinking he's captured, but he's really laughing and moving about. "Only works on me, though. I can't change you to look like me or anybody."

Unfortunately, patting the illusion may yield that there is, indeed a shorter Shuuya underneath the image, but it won't do anything to dispel the illusion. Fortunately, perhaps, Shuuya is getting a little used to being patted and doesn't flinch as much. After a little longer, he drops the illusion himself, returning back to good old Shuuya, with no less of a grin on his face.

"You have a kid, huh? Is he anywhere as awesome as you are?" He has to admit, Regis is kind of growing on him. This guy is calm and nice and seems to have a good sense of humour.

A curse? Regis cannot help but blink his eyed some. "What manner of curse could pass from blood to blood?" He questions as he keeps patting the youth's head. Something about this boy reminds him of Noctis when the prince was little. Maybe it's the outgoing and cheerful personality. Eventually Regis does stop petting Shuuya in favor of kneeling beside the youth. Shuuya is a tad short in comparison to the king who's close to six feet and above.

"Do be careful with such a skill." Regis advises with a faint smile upon his face. "Imagine what disaster would unfold if someone grabbed a hold of you for nefarious means." This is an almost onimous warning, one that is certainly bound to happen later.

"Me? Awesome?" Regis can't help but feel tickled right now. He laughs heartily at the idea of being 'awesome' in the eyes of this youngster. "I wouldn't say I'm awesome but I do admit my son is rather awesome too. His name is Noctis."

"Hmm... It's more like because my mom didn't get it, I did." After all, there was equal opportunity right there for Shuuya to have been the one claimed into the void instead of his mother. Sometimes he still wonders why he wasn't the one devoured instead. He thinks for a moment before deciding to give Regis a proper answer. After all, Regis has been kind enough to him. He can tell him just a little, right? "When two people come to the brink of death together, sometimes something's watching them. One of them gets taken while the other gets the ability."

Guess which one I was...

Shuuya returns a smile to Regis.

"Nefarious, huh? And who would I have to watch out for?" Because he's never been used as the means to an end in a bad plot twist before. No, never. ~~He definitely picks up on that ominous hint. That warning was almost too specific.~~

"Noctis. Man, that's a cool name! He's lucky to have a dad like you, dude." He kind of wishes he had a dad like Regis, actually. The only dad he had ever known was pretty cool, too, but ended up getting possessed by Wide-Eyes Snake. So, there's a million reasons why that one sucks.

Regis' eyes widen in mild surprise. "...You almost died?" He stares at the youth wordlessly for a time before reaching over and hugging the dear boy. Honestly, how old is this child? He seems no older than twelve or so. Shuuya is probably just a little older than Noct was during his accident but still, this is an uncomfortable topic. He can't help but feel terrible for the lad.

"No child should have to face death so young." He says quietly as he glances down at the youth. "Stay within the protection of this city. Never shall you stray from Hadriel, understood? There's dangers here that I simply cannot explain, some flesh and blood but all fiends. Men can sometimes favor beasts." Regis speaks cryptically as he soothes out the boy's hair. The king is aware that he taken to the little scamp. He honestly just wants to look after the boy as he would do his son. It's been awhile since Noct was a little thing.

"I...I know naught of how lucky Noctis feels to been born a prince but I certainly did try my best." The life of a king is a busy one.

Shuuya's eyes widen when he's hugged. He's not sure why this is happening, but okay. Sure. He has to admit it kind of feels nice. Definitely better than being hit. He feels a little uncertain if it's okay to return the favour, though. He awkwardly wraps his arms around Regis, too.

"Yea, I guess I did. There were robbers in my house when I came home from school one day... They tried to take my mom's jewelry and I tried to stop them."

He doesn't say anything more than that. It'd be too painful to. He was only five at the time, and his mom took the bullet for him.

There's promises he can't keep. Staying inside the city and avoiding the depths, for example. Shuuya tends to gather information. And if someone asks it of him or needs certain materials, within his abilities, well... he's even more likely to do it. But, Regis is being warm and kind. He puts on his best smile.

"Yea, of course. I'll stay in the city." Shuuya's undoubtedly not above lying, unfortunately. If it'll ease Regis to hear that much, he'll say it then.

Shuuya chuckles a little.

"You probably should give yourself more credit. If I had a dad anything like you, I think I would have been happy."

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Papa Regis ;-;

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