MEME 001: Truth or Dare

[seizeyoursouls]

TRUTH o r DARE


RULES
01. ) Post a new comment for each character.
02. ) Other characters will come up and comment with, "Truth or Dare".
03. ) Your character will choose ICly.

♥ For all truths, they will find that they can't lie.
♥ For all dares, they must complete it or otherwise, they must face a terrible consequence. This song will be stuck in their head. Over and over. Forever.

Or at least until they complete their next dare.

04. ) GO BACK AND FORTH FOREVER!!

Comments

[briochetime]

[PAUSE.

There's a definite frown going... and then he sighs, and plucks the beetle from Masaru's hand.]

If I catch some sort of terribly-named disease, I will hold you responsible.

[Annnnd, yup, now there's a beetle sitting on his tongue. He only leaves it there for a split-second before brushing it off -- no need to have it skittering ahead who-knows-where.

TIME FOR MOUTH-RINSING IS A YES?]

[daimondai]

[Sorry, just loling his ass off. He does re-catch the bug and put it back where he found it though]

[briochetime]

[A bigger sigh. How did he get roped into this game...

Well, he should at least resist the temptation to turn it into Fear Factor a game of oral one-upmanship.]

I challenge you to lick this signpost.

[Yes, the metal one. In the winter.

Resistance failed.]

[daimondai]

Tch! [Masaru strolls over... and spits on the post before licking it. The warm spit keeps him from sticking... at first. Only he drags it out too long, and when it does freeze it's an even thicker ice film.]

A-ack!!!

[briochetime]

... Please don't move too much.

[Well, at least he has some common sense, gotta give him that.

Either way, Allen doesn't wait too long before going over to dump hot water on the problem.

And feeling maybe a bit more guilty this time.]

Are you all right?

[daimondai]

Ah cah fbeel ma tahng. [Sticking his tongue out ;;]

[briochetime]

Um... [Torn between snickering and sympathy, because the poor thing's been through some abuse, hasn't it?] Here, we can take a break.

[Have the rest of the hot water maybe that will help...]

[daimondai]

[Glaring a little, but it's most half hearted, and he takes the water and sips it carefully]

T'anks.

[briochetime]

[Impervious to the glare, or so it seems. There's only a nod to acknowledge the thanks.

He waits a few moments in silence, before--]

And your counter?

[daimondai]

[Ponderponderponder...

!

He kneels down, and yanks off his shoe, holding it out]

You gotta stick you nose and mouth in here and inhale. Deep. Five sec count. [Note that these are the same shoes he came to DC in. Three months ago. And are the only ones he's seen wearing outside his uniform in canon too. And he does daily long walking patrols...]

[briochetime]

[He closes his eyes for a moment, but doesn't otherwise react.

Dude, servant in medieval-era pseudo-France. Also, have you ever shoveled manure?]

Understood. Please keep the count aloud.

[And he will get down and bloody well do it. And dutifully not move an inch until you give the word, either.]

[daimondai]

[Masaru counts it off, and looks extra surly when he gets little reaction.]

Shoulda made you lick it.

[briochetime]

[There's nothing quite like deliberately provoking someone, is there?

Well, Allen actually staggers a little when he surfaces, shaking his head briefly. Precious air....]

We're still in a game, I think, rather than attempted murder.

[daimondai]

Hey! It's not that bad...

[briochetime]

[A meticulously raised eyebrow.]

Perhaps you'd like to try it for yourself?

[daimondai]

Fine!

[He grabs the shoe and-

oh god wtf! He hacks and spits and flails]

[briochetime]

[COUGH okay that definitely got a snicker out of him. Your face is just a little too epic, okay.]

More water?

[daimondai]

[ALL THE FRANTIC NODDING, YES PLZ]

[briochetime]

[Here you go, bro. Don't choke, now.]

[daimondai]

[Sipsip oh god that was awful]

...I should buy new shoes...

[briochetime]

It might be a good idea. You could donate these to the defense of Death City.