Ripped Bandages: A Squad A Short

A’s Home
Tokyo, Japan
2014

Peters had been the one to drive her home.

See, it was supposed to be Touta’s job to take the half-English lady home, to make sure she didn’t throw up all over and got to bed safely. It wasn’t that Peters disliked A, no, not really. The two had better relations after Peters’ accident. Admittedly, it was purely because he wouldn’t know what to do in times wherein a lady was drunk.

Peters knew what to do when his friends back in America were wasted. He knew that to do when Jake would have too much to drink. He would know when to stop a lady he liked from going overboard – after all, he couldn’t sleep with someone drunk. It would go against his personal morals. Although a flirt, Peters still had respect for those he dated and made sure that they were thinking straight.

Due to that, he had no clue on how he could handle a drunk A.

He needed a guide – like those ­Dummies series he frequently saw. As he parked into A’s usual parking space, he took out his phone and hurriedly checked his messages, throwing apprehensive glances to the side to see if she was still out cold.

She was.

‘I’m in A’s driveway now. She’s out cold. WHAT THE FUCK SHOULD I DO?’

‘Calm down, Peters. Can you carry her in? There’s a spare key under the welcome mat.’

“Spare key,” he muttered to himself. “Shouldn’t be too hard.” Peters deftly exited his car, soon checking underneath the soft red mat by the main door. To his surprise, the key was there.

Unlocking the door right after, he went back for A and carefully lifted her, the girl over his shoulder. Peters easily carried her inside, noting that for someone in her early twenties, she was so goddamn light. The American closed the door with a small kick, locking it up and putting the extra key back under the mat.  

A made a small snuffling noise and Peters gave a curse as he navigated his way to her room.

Metamorphosis: Gifset + OCs

"People are never just two-dimensional. You need to look deeper

in order to discover who they are and what they hide."

Russ' Updates #016: The Final Attempt

Hello, readers.

I’m Zachary Regulus, also known as Zachariel Vasilias, and I’m here to report Arianne’s Weekly Update. Or as she calls it, her RussDate.

"She really owes me for this."

Aside from being your Featured Character for the month of December, I’m also going to be the reporter for the RussDates when Arianne doesn’t really feel up to reporting. It’s not a personal thing, I promise. All I can say for now is that she doesn’t want to give a diluted RussDate all because of her shitty mood.

Forgive my French.

Anyway, if you had noticed, she wasn’t exactly able to post half of what she had planned to post last week. That’s because our lovely Arianne – Russie – caught a bad sickness last Wednesday. Due to that, she missed around 80% of her third quarter finals.

Today, she was able to accomplish two of them, leaving six to go. Also, this week is pretty much her last week of classes for 2014. *nods* She’ll be busy with exams until Tuesday, will have an activity on Wednesday, and will be overnighting at school from Thursday until Friday.

What does that mean?

Well, dear readers, expect that by this Friday afternoon or so, Divine Elevation will be kicking up once more. Arianne has planned a small ‘celebration’ to kick off the five days until Christmas, which is from December 21 – 25, 2014. Expect a lot of Christmas vibes to flow around the blog by then.

Posts to Expect:

[ ] Russie Writes: A FC/UC Short [Zachariel Vasilias] 
[x] Russie Photoshops: Metamorphosis – A Gifset [Death Note OCs] 
[x] Russie Launches: The Five Days of Christmas 
[x] Russie Writes: The First Day – Intimacy 
[ ] Russie Writes: The Second Day – Courage

That’s all for today. Enjoy the week, and an advanced Merry Christmas to you all.

Memento Mori: A FC/UC Background Short

Gamma Belt
Mortal Realm
Moneta Residence
2009

“Lysa!”

A blonde-haired lady turned, clutching something tightly in her hands. A smile reached her lips as she saw the brunette-haired man approaching, attempting to relax at the sight of him.

“There you are,” he scolded. The weapon in his hands, a lava-red scythe, retracted into a simple bow. “What did I tell you about running off? I’m supposed to be your Watcher. Someone who protects you. Not someone who would end up losing you.” He meant it seriously – losing Lysa would cost him a lot – but the lady gave him a mischievous little smirk.

“Nothing happened to me, Z.” his cheeks flamed at the nickname and he huffed, turning away from her. “See? I’m unscathed from the attack. If you can even call it an attack,” she mused.

What had happened to the twosome?

Well.

Zachariel Vasilias had been guarding Lysandra Moneta carefully as the female got home from college, when a rustle from a couple of blocks away captured their attention. Zachariel had instructed Lysa to stay close, but the stubborn Storm Original went off, wishing to give the monsters a distraction while Zachary summoned his weapon.

And it did provide a distraction.

That is, they decided to chase her rather than attack him.

So Zachariel ended up having to do a number of things at once; ward off the monsters away from Lysa, make sure that no one saw them, and make sure that the girl didn’t clumsily fall over her own two feet (as she tended to do).

Luckily, they were safe – and Lysandra was patiently waiting for him inside the comfort of her own home.

“You shouldn’t worry too much, Z,” she teased. Zachariel gave her a look. “I mean it! Besides, I was able to get them off my back a little bit, right? Right?”

The sky above them gave a rumble and it started to rain. She gave him a cheeky grin.

“Come on inside, idiot. I don’t want my Watcher getting too sick.”

Character Tropes: Aria Venura

"Truly a complicated and complex thing. I'm surprised she's able to cope."

Inspired by: [x]

Russ' Updates #015: Rainy Season

Hello, Darlings!

Yes, Russie is definitely back – after two consecutive weeks of not really hosting the RussDate, I’m (finally) back to navigate you all through it. Astra and Miles have been doing a great job for the past Updates, but for now, I’m going to let them sit back and take a small breather.

To be honest, these past two weeks haven’t been the greatest. Despite the really amazing retreat I went on last November, things just sort of went a little bumpier than I expected it to. But now that the Post-Retreat Crash is over, I think I feel better and capable enough~ ^_^

So what’s up this week?

Well, disheartening as it is, another typhoon found itself within the PAR (Philippine Area of Responsibility) last weekend. Due to that, a lot of places have been devastated (particularly the Visayas region). Classes have actually been suspended for my school tomorrow, delaying my supposed finals. :/ Away from the finals though, please, please do keep those typhoon victims in your thoughts/prayers.

December 9 – December 12 is supposed to be my finals week – third finals week holy hell – and with that in mind, I think you guys know what’s up:

Mini-hiatus.

I’ll be posting once more this Saturday morning/afternoon, depending if the exams I’d be missing tomorrow would be rescheduled on that day, huhu. After QT week would be the Vigil/Dawn Mass Week, and after that would be Christmas Break!

I hope you guys are excited for Christmas, because I am too – I might be planning some things for the holiday season, so keep an eye out for that~

Posts to Expect:

[x] Russie Writes: Memento Mori – A FC/UC Background Short [Zachariel Vasilias] 
[ ] Russie Writes: Shattered Heart – A Mad/Fallen!TSP Short [Aria Venura]

Enjoy the rest of the week, Darlings!

And to all my fellow Filipinos out there, stay safe and stay dry. :)

Allergic Reactions: A Squad A Short

Matsuda’s Apartment
Tokyo, Japan
December 2014

Touta didn’t quite know how he had landed himself in this kind of situation.

See, it had all started when Squad A (minus Mack since he had forensic duties) had decided to gather over at Touta’s apartment for a night of light drinking and take out. A had explained that Matt would be out with Kenichi for late-night shifts; Peters told him that J would be elsewhere.

So fast forward to that evening, two out of three members of Squad A had their pets with them. The other member was trying not to stumble as he sneezed all over his pristine furniture.

In the living room, A was gently holding Mari in her arms while Peters rubbed Asher’s belly enthusiastically, the six-footer cooing over his pet. “Come on, T,” Peters called as he looked up to see Touta veer away from the two of them. “It’s not that bad. Asher loves people.”

“I’m aware of that,” he managed. Asher had nearly knocked A down, smelling her all over and then proceeding to cuddle itself into her. A was momentarily shocked until she could hug back, while Mari and Peters stared (rather enviously) from the other side of the room.

Mari was a beautiful Japanese Bobtail who was predominantly white with small streaks of color here and there. Her bright blue eyes were the feline’s most striking characteristic, just as A’s own green eyes were her own. At the moment, the cat was curled up in A’s lap, A rubbing it behind the ears this time, humming quietly. Mari seemed to appreciate this, stretching out and mewling faintly to the tune of her owner’s song.

On another hand, Asher was large. He was able to fit through the door, but the canine’s size made Touta fear for his life. Asher was golden, just as his breed stated him to be – a Golden Retriever. The energetic dog rolled around on the wooden floor of the apartment, panting happily and playfully nipping at Peters’ hand as his owner fooled around.

Before the two pets came to know each other, A had expressed her worry that Mari and Asher wouldn’t get along with each other. Peters refuted this; Touta, however, felt the same way A did.