legomachines | .soul campaign revival

"Did you really think I would let you forget my story? My legend dates back to the 12th century..."

Congratulations! You arrived to Death City just in time for the holidays. Rumour has it that Excalibur just couldn't let the season pass without gracing the entire multiverse with yet another retelling of his magnificent story, so he pulled a few strings to make this happen, but no one really knows if that's true or not. Have you been here before or are you brand new to the city? Are you a Meister or a Weapon? (In case you're a Weapon, don't forget that throwing yourself down a flight of stairs is a great way to find out what your Weapon form is!) Here, have a brand new communicator and the key to your new living quarters. And for the love of Shinigami, don't press the SOS button unless it really is an emergency.

Welcome to the SC revival post, and Happy Holidays! soul_campaign was a jamjar rp set in the Soul Eater verse that ran from June 2009 until its endgame in August 2014 (June 2009 - October 2010 in game). Some characters chose to stay in the city after endgame while others chose to return to their worlds; others came and went as the game progressed. Feel free to jump in and relive your days at SC, or skip right ahead to present day and revisit the city years after the war ended. Why not throw new characters into the mix as well? The sky is the limit! Just play nice and have fun!

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[Ack. He always wanted -- wants -- more expression out of Sasuke, but getting it always makes him regret it just a little. That smirks throws him off a bit. He isn't entirely sure how to interpret it, but past experience makes him err on the side of teasing. Maybe good-natured teasing. It makes him frown either way, before he schools his expression into something less affected and lifts his chin, cool and regal.]

If you're going to make comments, then you can lend me something more appropriate for the time being.

[They are closer to the same size this time around. Anything Sasuke has might even be a little big on him.]

[ He doesn't make a habit of carrying anything he doesn't need around with him. It whittles his belongings down to his sword, his money, and the clothing on his back. His eyes wander the length of Sara's figure. Sasuke is taller than him, and broader in the shoulders. His clothing hangs loose and would probably work well enough, if he chose to hand it over.

Instead, he nods his head toward the noodle stand. They're far enough away that Naruto wouldn't notice them unless he leaned over and tried. Normally, if he wants Sasuke's attention, he just screams at him from the counter. Hanging from the side of it are some truly obnoxious t-shirts that have the logo of Mi-so Ramen printed on the front. ]

[Saralegui's eyes follow that gesture, and his face sours as he recognizes what Sasuke is suggesting.]

I'll just roast to death.

[ Sasuke laughs. It isn't the open, wide laugh that his closest friends have but he doesn't hide it the way he used to. It changes his face, making him look younger, despite the fact that he's not even that old to begin with.

Shaking his head, Sasuke unwraps his shirt and pulls it off. He doesn't tan, not really, but his shoulders are freckled from the desert sun. He's littered with scars, the beloved just a faint white mark on his collar these days. He takes a step forward and holds the fabric out at an angle, his eyes on Sara's face, as though daring him- with the cocky tilt of his lips- to refuse his offer. It's white, and made of breathable fabric. Sasuke has a number of them, and won't miss the one. Besides, Naruto' has plenty of t-shirts to wear that Sasuke isn't too proud to take advantage of. ]

[Holy shit.

Saralegui's eyebrows arch up, clear surprise crossing his face for a moment at that laughter. Wow. Apparently the war did him some good. Before the king can recover and say anything about it, though, Sasuke is suddenly stripping and oh my god. Saralegui's expression turns almost alarmed, and Saduke clearing the situation up by offering her the shirt doesn't ease it at all.]

Do you expect me to strip right here to put that on?

[He isn't prudish or shy. Someone stripping for him isn't embarassing on it's own, and neither is stripping himself. But they are in the middle of the street. There's a time and place for everything, Sasuke!]

Problem?

[ He wiggles the shirt, expectant. Its the desert, and the weather might not be at its hottest peak yet but its warm enough that many are walking around in varying states of undress. Sasuke arches an eyebrow, a mirror of Sara's own. ]

[Other people can be as underdressed as they like. He has dignity.]

I'm not taking my shirt off right here for you.

Then why bother asking?

[ Sasuke drawls, both brows raised. Someone else might be more embarrassed to stand around like this, the rejection clear, but... its a little amusing, to finally be on the other side of what Sara used to put him through. Vengeance could be sweet when it wasn't tearing you apart. ]

[Saralegui arches an eyebrow.]

Someone sane would have simply let me come by their apartment to borrow something.

[He crosses his arms across his chest, either a defiant gesture or a defensive one, as if he half expects Sasuke to try forcing the shirt on him.]

[ Are you pouting Sara...

Sasuke tilts his head. His smile isn't really there, it's more bemusement in his eyes instead of on his mouth. His apartment isn't conveniently close, and Sasuke isn't interested in going back there right now anyway. ]

You can change over there.

[ His gaze slides past Sara to the public toilet. It's near the park that Naruto wisely set his stand up next to. It gets the most traffic, and is easily accessible that way. ]

[No you're pouting!!!!

Bright gold eyes follow Sasuke's gaze and...ew. Gross. He makes a face at the public toilet, obviously unenthused.]

Like I said, I'll just roast.

[Roast with dignity.]

[ Sasuke watches him a moment longer. It's almost funny, that after all this time, some things didn't change at all. He shakes out his shirt and pulls it on again, leaving it hanging open, and folding his arms lazily across his chest. ]

You'll regret that in an hour.

[Saralegui llifts his chin stubbornly.]

But I'll appreciate not stripping down in a public bathroom for the rest of my life.

[He shoots Sasuke a sideways glance, though, arching an eyebrow at the casually stillopen shirt.]

Are you going to dress yourself properly, or have you become an exhibitionist in the last few years?

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