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sirenspull_ooc2013-03-23 02:36 pm
paterelohim) wrote in sirenspull_ooc2013-03-23 02:36 pm
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Pregnancy Meme!
This is some serious shit. Knocked up, eating for two, the rabbit done died, carrying assbabies.
So what are you gonna do now, fuckweed? Cry, celebrate, hail the glorious Lord Satan for making this mpreg possible? Any way you slice it, you have to deal with this.
What you're gonna do is reply to this post, new mother/gypsy-cursed father, with your character's name and what numbered scenarios you're open to, as follows:
0. Finding out/telling people: you just found out you're pregnant, or you're just starting to tell people. Have fun!
1-3: Trimesters: this one is easy. You're in your first, second, or third trimester. Get as specific or not as you want.
4: Overdue: jesus christ just get it out of me 8(
5: Options: you're considering Other Ways of handling this pregnancy; adoption or abortion. With adoption, this could be either at the beginning or at the end.
6: Dealer's Choice: idk go crazy.
Of course, you can have more than one number at a time in a situation, since Options and Telling People can happen any time.
What about YOU, person replying? You can roll depending on what the person you're replying to is open to, and then figure out your own situation. Here are your options:
1: YOU ARE THE FATHER: wow way to go you suck. Better step up, asshole, or we'll feed you to the Darkness.
2: Friend: time for support, shopping, and maybe awkward magic help, depending on how horrified the pregnant father is. 8|
3: Enemy: point and laugh. Do it. Or make terrible evil plots, it's up to you.
4: Dealer's Choice: yeeeaaaaaah.
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Fucking core. Fucking port. Fucking Xellos. Fucking Warsman--
Which, his mind supplies unhelpfully, is what got him into this mess in the first place.
He makes a noise of helpless fury and hurls the stupid fucking test with its little cheery digital message--positive, it actually chirped aloud, and he almost broke it then and there--then blinks, watching as it hits the wall and bounces onto the floor.
He hates everything and he feels like he's one big bruise, emotionally and physically, oversensitive and throwing little fits like this before he has a chance to temper himself and that just makes him angrier.]
Fuck this. Fuck the Core, fuck this hellhole--
[He drops to a seat, shoving his face into his hands.]
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The Port certainly had an interesting sense of humour about such strange happenstances. Of all the people in the world, Sasuke would probably be the least desirable as a mothering figure. Though at the very least if the infant was kept, it would likely find someone who would eliminate any possible threat with extreme prejudice.
He swirls a spoon around a cup of tea, it clinking lightly before he took a sip of tea, sitting comfortably at a table. He was of course uninvited, but that had never really stopped him before ]
A penny for your thoughts, Sasuke?
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[Not that it will do any good--Xellos does what he wants, when he wants, and Sasuke knows to expect it however much it makes him want to wrap his fingers around and squeeze, hard, until there's a wet crunch under his fingers--
No. He doesn't trust himself with his anger anymore, and he really, really can't afford to get in a mess now.
But he does succumb to the flare of possessiveness that burns at him when he notices the smell of tea. He pushes himself to his feet and stalks to the table, pulling the cup out of Xellos' hands and dumping the tea down the sink.]
That wasn't your tea or your mug. Don't fucking touch them.
[Because he'll leave stains; he'll sully and warp what little of Warsman's energy is left on his things.
Which he knows is stupid--monumentally stupid, but especially now he needs those memories and that energy, and he needs them to stay pure.
Out of nowhere, his eyes sting and fill, and he turns his head to try to blink away the tears undetected. What the fuck is wrong with him--? He hasn't cried so easily since before the massacre.
Fucking parasite.]
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I didn't actually take any of yours to be fair. It seems as though you will be even more emotional then usual.
[He takes a sip]
Would you care for a cup?
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He puts the cup down on the counter and stays there for a minute, contemplating the wrongness of this whole situation. Everything about it shouldn't be--he didn't even want children; they're fussy and fragile and vulnerable and the violent shinobi world is no place for them, but if he had it shouldn't have been for at least another three years, and it should have been somewhere safe and private, and he should have been the goddamn father.
It feels more like a parasite than anything else. An infection. A foreign body that was never meant to enter his system, and one he's not going to be able to expel without ripping his stomach open and removing organs that he didn't have until a few weeks ago.
An entirely new set of organs that he hadn't noticed. Perhaps this was punishment for his stupidity.]
No. No tea.
[The word sends a wave of nausea through him. He grimaces and puts a hand to his abdomen.]
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Suit yourself.
[He sits back]
It seems like you get the benefit of all the symptoms.
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Right. I'm sixteen and the Core has seen fit to leave me--
[The word tangles and knots in his throat, as though if he doesn't say it, it won't be real. But he's known what it was since the first little surge of energy from somewhere in his midsection, the first tentative flickers of a new chakra signature, a lukewarm slate blue.]
--like this and take my lover from me so I have to do it alone, but at least I get the benefit of all the goddamn symptoms.
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Well, on the plus side, that is a far better memento then some cups and tea. You can always hope the child will be better adjusted then you.
[With Sasuke as the primary caregiver the chances of that happening were... well suffice to say not good, but who knew? Weirder things have happened]
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[The offense crashes into him before he realizes what's happening. He hadn't wanted--he'd been thinking he would terminate somehow, as soon as he found someone who could do it, but what surfaces at Xellos' quip has him wrapping protective arms around his belly.
He hadn't been thinking of it that way, but now that he has, he can't shake it from his head. It's true. This is all that's left of Warsman here, and it's so much more than a poncho or a bouquet of roses--it's his blood, intermingled with Sasuke's, and now that he's looking for it he can tell the new chakra isn't new at all, but a blend of theirs.
Irreversibly.
He doesn't even care that his sanity is being insulted. It doesn't matter.]
Don't call my baby a memento.
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[There is an incline of his head.
So it would seem he finally realized the worth of the child. All for the best, having something to obsess over other then the complete destruction of the island would be healthier. There was only so much damage control one could do over such blatant attacks. Still, there was some use left for him, better to use something in a more cautious manner than waste it frivolously]
Considering your unique situation, we'll make sure that the medical needs are handled by one of our people.
[That was to say, one of the people who by all rights shouldn't even be moving, but thanks to Phibrizzo were able to perform all their day to day functions]
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[He's not sure how he knows it's a him, but he does. Perhaps the chakra feels male.
He doesn't like it. More than likely, he's being paranoid, but that expression seems to have ulterior motives.]
I will make you suffer.
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[Said as if he was just told he couldn't have a cookie or something equally mundane. He wasn't remotely afraid of Sasuke. He was sure if it came down to it, he would try, but there were plenty of things Sasuke wouldn't know how to counter]
Unless you plan on going on some sort of crusade against us, you and your... son, will be quite safe.