a little kink [the It's Curtains kink meme]

[stagemanagers]

shamelessly ripped from the Dangan Roleplay kink meme

GUIDELINES/RULES:

• All requests- smut, fluff, gen, or otherwise (alternate murders, anyone?)- are welcome so long as it's about It's Curtains. Fic and art fills are all good.

• This is for all rounds of It's Curtains. Intermingled cast requests ("what if so-so and so-so from this and that round met?") are acceptable.

• Stay anon because it's funner that way.

• Use proper trigger/content warnings for sensitive and/or offensive subjects, just like you would in a game proper. If you don't, it will be deleted.

• This is a judge free zone; however, be mindful of character ages, esp. in regards to the younger characters.

• If you do not want your character to be involved with the smut or things that make you uncomfortable please contact me. A list is being prepared to remind everyone.
• Respect player wishes if they ask to not have their character be in smut, or anything out of their comfort zone. Again, comments in violation will be deleted.

Have fun, darlings! If any rules are violated please don't hesitate to to PM this account or alert one of the mods.

 

 

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Inspector Javert does not trust the mystery painting.

He's encountered many strange things since coming to the Opera, but sudden messages from their dead compatriots. At this late hour? It seems too convenient - enough to make some of them believe, but no certain indicators, nothing that could really help them. If the dead really wished to be helpful, the Balladeer could come and give up his employer.

But whatever the case, it seemed the perfect thing to watch. And his stakeout has been rewarded. It's fortunate he was here for this one, too - he could not have left the apprehension of such a skilled swordsman to D-ne.

They've fought up and down the lobby, and the stagehand's hood has fallen back in the struggle. Javert memorized all of the faces in the photographs they've found, and this man was in none of them. Perhaps he was already an employee then? He's an older man, closer to Valjean's age, with long white hair and bright eyes. He could have been here decades. How long has this even gone on?

His opponent's sword is larger and heavier than his own, a style he doesn't quite recognize, though it seems old-fashioned. He obviously knows what he's doing as well; he's trying to use the difference to his advantage, pressing forward aggressively. Javert parries a strike, but his blade rings under the assault - it's not as bulky as the other weapon.

But it is well-made. It will hold. It must.

From the shadows, there's a flash of movement. Javert tenses - but he knows that shape and gait. He has only a second to step back before Valjean smashes a chair across the other man's shoulders, breaking it and sending him face-first to the ground. His sword clatters to the floor alongside him.

He's not unconscious yet. Javert's quick to pin him down, pressing a knee into his back and starting to wind the duct tape about his wrists. In the periphery, he's aware of Valjean taking the man's sword - he registers this several seconds before realizing that he should technically be alarmed about a convict taking up arms, and is surprised at his own lack of suspicion.

Valjean holds the heavy blade easily in one hand. If the point is angled towards the ground, it's not for lack of strength. "Who is this?" he asks, peering into the stranger's face as Javert hauls them both upright.

"Some lackey of the management," Javert replies with a shrug. Only one of the old cast is unaccounted for, and this seems unlikely to be J. "Into the bathrooms, there's no cameras there."

Valjean nods, falling in to flank them as they move. The stagehand is struggling and cursing, but he still doesn't raise the weapon. "You might have hit him over the head," Javert observes.

"I didn't wish to hurt him. Not that badly." Valjean's voice is quiet. It's a good point. He's an extraordinarily strong man even at his age, and a blow to the head would be...difficult to control. "Besides, I'm not sure we can take another execution."

"The Opera rules say nothing about killing stagehands." But the thought lingers between them. Valjean has been a fugitive for nearly twenty years now. Javert may be the only one actively pursuing him still, but the law would not be kind should it find him in court once more. At his age...slow or fast, the price would be his life, all that was left of it.

This is what Javert has worked towards. Now, he allows the fugitive to hold a blade, and trusts that he will not allow another stagehand to take him unawares.

......he shouldn't dwell on it. They're both more likely to die here than they are to ever reach Paris anyway.

[(Anonymous)]

i love them, help

[(Anonymous)]

dad squad ;o;