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[ so.

you're currently at home and not expecting anybody or anything --

however, you hear a knock on the door in the late hours of the evening. who could it possibly be?

there's the voice of someone, a male in his early twenties in a rather pleasant, compelling voice that calls out: ]

Special delivery for -- [ your character's name. ]

[ and for some reason, your hand winds up opening the door, as if by some unknown force and in front of you is, well.

yourself?

but that's not the voice you heard!

weird. ]

( ooc: i made a stupid kink account for a shapeshifter that can turn into your character for pseudo-selfcest reasons. also potential for aphro is HIGH bc i'm a selfindulgent fuck. also kink list here, pm me here,

tsundereban or Len#0139! )

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[Rook knew some kind of compulsion when he felt it: he had had them used on him often enough and did the same to others. He might have been able to fight it off.

He didn't bother.

When he opened the door though he certainly didn't expect his own face]

That's.... new.

Surprise.

[ The mirror version snorts in surprise, curling lips into a mischievous grin. ]

Do you like it?

[There's a difference between seeing yourself in a mirror or recording and in the flesh. And the expressions not being his own only added to the strangeness of it.

It was him. But not him. SO he was able to look at 'himself' objectively. Outside of the dark bags under his eyes, he wasn't awful to look at. Not impressive amoung his own kind but nothing to sneer at for others.]

I look like I need more sleep.

[Yeah, he's amused. He should be concerned, or scared. Or at least worried that someone was using magic on him. But he isn't]

Ha.

[ Amusement flits from this duplicates laugh as he shrugs his shoulders. ]

Maybe I should remove the dark bags, unless you're into that sort of thing.

[ Are they... kinkshaming? Who knows. ]

[Their wording makes it clear what they're here for, and Rook slithers aside. Like an invite.]

I wouldnt try and tell you how to do your thing.

Edited 2019-10-06 04:42 (UTC)

[Kumi was used to strange knocks on her door back at the academy, but it's been years since then. It isn't as if her friends don't come see her, but everyone's gone on with their own lives. Maybe if she'd been picked as a Guardian, or had some important job, they would have stayed closer, but she's only really got herself to blame for ending up as a cook.*

*She may have other people to blame, but this is self-loathing hour. Or, uh, self-loathing decade.

The transparent blue frills growing out of her head stand up when the knock comes. She doesn't resist the compulsion -- maybe she should, but when you've been sulking all afternoon, you either don't register or don't see the point -- and she opens it and blinks.]

Um? ...Um.

[kink list is here, character info is here, aphro is fine, if anything it might help her be slightly less of a self-loathing mess]

Hi!

[ Unlike Kumi, who might be self-deprecating, this duplicate is anything but -- that's the life of a shapeshifter whose duties lean toward the sexual nature more than anything. And if their partner was shy... then it was their duty to make them feel a little more comfortable in their own shoes.

Perhaps quite literally, given who they look like at the moment. ]

Are you nervous? You sound nervous.

Well, it is a way of living, after all.

[ Just going to make their way inside, closing and locking the door behind them. ]

But that's what happens when you're born as a thing with no identity.

Identity is an illusion.

[There's no warning other than his lazy tone before he strikes, moving to coil around this other self]

[ A delivery? Valmont knows he didn't order anything - he can't afford to, given the state of his finances these days. Still, he finds himself getting up, almost as though compelled, to turn the doorknob, intending to give the caller a piece of his mind for interrupting a perfectly good self-pity session. Instead... well, not that he usually has any objections to looking at himself, but: ]

Oh, for the love of -

[ He's more annoyed than anything. Out of all the supernatural bullcrap that could have decided to come his way next, really, this is what he gets? ]

Are you honestly trying to pretend to be me, to me?

Edited 2019-10-06 15:35 (UTC)

Delivery?

[ Konoka hadn't expected anything of the sort, but she also felt like she had no reason to hide. Maybe she should just look at whats out there and see what was going on. The healer made her way to the door, opened it...

...and found herself staring at a mirror image. Same very long brunette hair. Same cheerful face. Same outfit (which, by the way, was a simple one piece dress and thigh highs).

A normal person would indeed wonder if there was a trick at play, or downright impossible. But for Konoka's naivete, she had experience with doppelgangers. And she knew of one, and thus hazarded a guess. ]

Shiori?

I'm sorry!

[She bows and stumbles back, bracing herself on the wall with one hand and rubbing her leg with the other. Of all the times. She shuts her eyes, hoping they don't give out there.]

Um, it's... nice to meet you? Who are you? Do you need something?

[ The figure that stands in front of Konoka beams, shaking their head at the question. Although there seems to be a rather amused lilt to their voice as they speak. ]

Nope. But nice guess! Although, I suppose it soon won't really matter much, who I am.

[ And the figure snorts in return, a sneaky grin playing across their features. ]

Of course. That was the plan from the beginning, after all. It's my job.

You don't need to apologize.

[ They shake their head politely, although they seem to smile apologetically at seeing them being very awkward. ]

Mm, 'who am I', huh? That's a hard question to answer. . . [ They tap their chin with a bit of an inquisitive look in their eyes. ] Well, if you want a name, I'm known as Blank. You know, like 'blank slate'? As for what I need-- I actually want you.

"An illusion", huh?

Maybe so.

[ They don't seem to be bothered by that in the slightest bit. ]

But it's the truth for me.

M-me?

[She just about falls over right there.]

I mean, um, that's a little -- if I can help you -- I mean, you'd probably prefer -- maybe you should come in it's probably really awkward for you to be standing at the door I hope you don't mind being stuck looking like me I'm sure you'd rather be somebody more attractive I really need to sit down--

[Her face starts going red as she stammers.]

[ No? Then who was this person, and why were they there? Somehow, the implications in their words creep up on her, and Konoka takes a wary step back. ]

What do you mean?

[ Really? They're really going to play it like this, huh? A vein starts to throb in Valmont's forehead. He doesn't like the stupid smirk on his double's face, either. ]

Well, I'll tell you right away that you've failed at your "job", since I can tell that you're not me. Do you know how I know? Because I'm me!

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Now we've got that foolishness out of the way, good day.

[ And he makes to close the door. ]

[Karen is both better and worse prepared for an unexpected visit from herself than most people would be, in both cases because she's had some bad experiences with someone who had a shapeshifting ability. So after a second of stunned silence, she makes a very deliberate jump backward, pulling out her CureMo at the same time.]

Who are you, and what are you doing?

[ The hang their shoulders a bit, letting out a heavy sigh before crossing their arms of their own chest. ]

I'm a 'doll' with no name, really. [ That isn't really a joke - they go by Blank, sure, but they don't exactly have a name. ] All I am here for is the other person's pleasure and that alone. You really don't have to be so wary.

Anyone would be wary in a situation like this.

[Karen does relax a bit, though. Huh, is that how she looks when she crosses her arms?]

So what, you're a "doll" that looks like me, and you're here to make me happy?

[She may have missed an implication there.]

Not everyone.

[ They pout a little, placing one hand on the side of their face as they sigh. ]

That's right. It's kind of my job, you see? I basically thrive off of pleasuring the people I meet.

Well, you see—

[ They beam, their eyes shining brightly with what seems to be a rather strong power. That power is also laced in every syllable they speak. ]

We've been friends for a very, very long time, after all.

Please, relax. I don't mind coming in, but you need to have more confidence in yourself.

[ They smile brightly; not a hint of mischief in their expression. ]

You're really cute, you know.

[Okay, that time...]

When you describe it as "pleasuring," it sounds a little... well, like you want to...

[It's actually less "sounds a little" so much as "the only reason I'm not sure that's what you meant is because those words are coming out of what looks like my mouth," but shh.]

[ The eyes were strong. They were so strong that Konoka felt like something had washed over her, to the point that, momentarily, her eyes glazed over. ]

We... we have!

[ Konoka shook off that effect and found herself agreeing with that assertion very regularly. And being the very gracious type, she stepped aside. ]

Come on in, other me!

[ Seemed like a good name to start off with, until she knew more about her. Despite not knowing much about her, she couldn't shake the truth that she'd been a longtime friend. ]

[ Oh, good.

Of course they would start with the simple things and have it all escalate over time. They continue to smile as they step inside, allowing Konoka to close the door behind them both. ]

I'm glad you understand. You know, I came here to tell you something really important.

That is exactly what I mean.

[ There isn't a hint of a joke in their own tone or expression; they look serious. ]

Of course!

[ Though believing that this woman was a longtime friend, there was still something odd about this meeting, and Konoka masked her apprehension with as much politeness as she could muster. She followed her doppelganger to the living room, rounding a table to possibly sit down when she asks, ]

What is it?

[...

blink, blink]

...with me?

[Kumi turns bright red and grabs the railing in the hallway. With her wheelchair in the closet, the reason for the rails is obvious.]

Are you sure? I mean, um. Y-you can. If you want. Which I think you just sort of implied you did, sorry, I should say more useful things. but. Is that why you got me to open the door? Why not somebody better?

Of course.

[ Their words are as calm as ever, seemingly unbothered.Although they do wind up pouting, just a little. ]

What, you don't want to?

[ Even though they can pick up on those feelings, the doppelganger opts not to say anything about it. Instead, they just take a seat as they reach out with flushed cheeks to the side of Konoka's face. ]

I. . . wanted to confess my love for you.

And that I really want to have my way with you. You'll let me, won't you?

[ Their eyes once again glisten with that strange power, putting a hypnotic suggestion in an attempt to shift Konoka's reasoning. ]

After all, that sort of thing is normal in this world.

You can't just spring something like that on people!

[That's, uh. Sure not actually a no, is it? The way her cheeks are turning red is also not a no.

But what's especially not a no is the way Karen suddenly grabs her double by the hand.]

--anyway, hurry and get inside!

[ They notice this but doesn't say anything about it as they're immediately moved inside.

Well, this sure is happening now. ]

[Karen will defend that as a panic reaction until the end of her days, but regardless of her reason, she sure ends up pulling Blank close and staring into her eyes. (Her own eyes, she hurriedly reminds herself.) It's a moment before she hurriedly lets go of the hand (her hand!) and jumps back again, this time looking away.

And almost immediately looking back, looking over the perfect duplicate of her body. She's sort of had the experience of seeing herself from outside before, but that time she was overwhelmed with fear and sadness, and it was only for a moment, and nobody had gone and put the idea of sex with herself in her head. Now... well, it's not like she didn't know she was pretty, there's a a crowd of underclassmen every morning to remind her, but knowing something and really being aware of it are different things.]

I...

[Karen valiantly attempts to pretend she isn't staring at the hem of the other Karen's skirt.]

[ Honestly? She was stunned enough that she was surprised about hearing such a confession coming out of her own mouth, even if it was from a longtime doppelganger friend. Whatever uncomfortable feelings she might have had though, disappeared when the weight of some words washed over her again. So maybe this out of the blue confession... wasn't. ]

Sure, I guess!

[ While no longer apprehensive, she's still a little embarrassed. Normal for this world or not, she hadn't expected something like this today! On the bright side though, Konoka liked that her friend was so drawn to her though. ]

So uh, how are you going to have your way with me?

You?

[ They raise their brow out of curiosity, wanting to know how Karen intends to finish that sentence. ]

I want to go out on a date!

[ Basically they want to do all of those things in public rather than being cooped up in here. ]

[..............................

Well, she's not actually finishing that sentence, but:]

Maybe we could start with... kissing? And then see how we feel.

A date...?

Where?

[ Konoka tried to keep the embarrassment out of her voice, because while she wasn't sure about how normal it was to 'have her way with her' out on a date some part of her was still a little excited. ]

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