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Interspecies Love Meme

Vampires and humans. Angels and demons. Ghosts and the living. The idea of "opposites attracting" is hardly a new one, but with the rise in popularity of supernatural creatures, aliens, and other sentient beings beyond our human understanding, the forbidden romance trope has been injected a shot of fresh blood- sometimes quite literally.

This meme does just that, taking the whole "not meant for each other" thing to it's most logical extreme. Of course, it's not always angst and depression. These days, mermaids and bird-people can have their relationships in peace to some degree.

Rules

Comment with your character, putting any preferences you have (ie, "humanoid characters only," F/M, etc). Also, be sure to note your character's "species" for others to reference (Name | Character | OTA | Human, ghost, mutant, alien, vampire, god, zombie-catgirl hybrid, etc).
Reply to others. If your characters aren't different species, feel free to AU or anything else like that.
Use the rng to determine your prompt.
Also I didn't think I needed to say this, but be excellent to each other. Dick comments and anon bullying are not on.

Prompts

Meeting: Did you know there were, I don't know, werewolves before this? Or maybe you thought all aliens were evil. Will this...thing change your perception?
Falling in Love: You know you're not the same, but your feelings don't care.
Self-Hate: Perhaps you're mad at the being you're in love with, yet you're more angry at yourself.
Can't Be Together: Whether for self-inflicted reasons or societal rules, you can't be in love with who your heart has chosen and it's putting a strain on you.
Pushing You Away: Things are getting too intense, and for both of your sake, you want to make friend/crush/lover hate you.
Beauty & the Beast: One of you is beautiful, the other hideous. Maybe, though, the beautiful one is ugly in the eyes of society, depending on where you live. Whatever the case is, you don't look the same.
Confession: Screw the rules, you're going to tell that sweet girl/guy/other how you feel! What can go wrong? Or this is something you've put a lot of thought into and you're scared, but you're going to do it.
First Time...or Not: Finally, the two of you are taking the next step and getting physical. It may go off without a hitch, depending on your...you know, or- OH GOD, HOW IS THAT GOING TO GO IN HERE. Wait, you have a...?
The Kinky Option: Hey, maybe being different will pay off. Think about it. A long tongue? Ghost powers? Sounds like it could be fun in the bedroom.
Prejudice: "What are you doing with that dirty monster?" "You know we can't be involved with humans!" "We don't take kindly to your type around here." Why can't people just leave you two be?
Facing Your Instinct: It's hard to be with someone when you want to suck their blood. Or eat their brains. Or possess them.
Because of Me: Your lover has been dragged into your fight or hurt by others of your kind. Now they're in the crossfire.
Standing Up For You: Hey, knock it off! I don't care what you think, he's perfect in my eyes.
You Don't Know You're Beautiful: The fluffy option where you're trying to make your loved one see just how much you care and how they're beautiful to you, no matter what.
Gifts: Show your affection with a gift from your culture.
Starting a Family: Can you even reproduce? Is it something you want to consider? Perhaps it's new ground to tread, so you'll have to be the first to think about it.
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[Nah, none of them seems particularly compelling to me in a vacuum. My favorite thing anyway is an intriguing set-up, CR from scratch, and let the chips fall where they may!]

[Nagoya, Japan. Again. The world’s been destroyed—a test from Polaris who wanted to end mankind after her trial. For some reason or another, Jungo had been one of a dozen demon tamers to see the world restored to its previous state. Not everything went as planned. The memories of the ruined world started to return when he turned nineteen, those memories of the edges of the Void slowly consuming Japan, replacing land and matter with black nothingless not even light could penetrate. He also finds the Devil Summoner app on his phone again, but this time the challenges aren’t quite the same. Demons are also occasionally appearing, leaving him with no choice but to rely on his demon summoning to fight them. That’s his life now—chawanmushi chef by day, and demon killer...whenever they show up.

At first, his phone only has one demon. His name is Neko Shogun. He likes Neko Shogun. He’s a loud, violent personality, but he’s easy to keep placated. The other demon slot is locked until one day he receives a demon from another cellphone user. If he were more inquisitive like Airi, he might’ve questioned this. One night, his only demon back-up is a samurai cat, and the next he has a demon named ‘Sephiroth’ on his phone. Like with all demons, there’s a short bio (a ‘demon from another world’), information about his stats.

He doesn’t question anything about this. Any demon summoned from his phone is bound to him, unable to harm him, after all.

Jungo walks into the apartment over the restaurant and sets down his ingredients on the kitchen counter. He has the same routine. He feeds Jungo (the cat named after himself--yes, it gets confusing), he cooks food for two. Most days, he summons Neko Shogun to join him for dinner. Demons don’t need to eat, demons only need to feast on other demons’ energies. But he likes the company. And today, for the first time in ever, he has another demon to summon. He still has questions about this, but...Sephiroth must have come from an ally. He can ask around later with his friends.

Jungo adjusts the hat on his head. His sushi knife, wrapped in strips of paper, is tucked into his pants. Jungo the cat recognizes that this is going to be a crowded night, and he smartly climbs out the window to go on a prowl of his own until morning. With a few button presses, Sephiroth goes from being data in a void to an orb of demonic energy in the middle of Jungo’s living room. He should get to know his demon. He should see what he’s working with here. And, most importantly, he should make sure his demon isn’t lonely.

He’s a simple guy, like any other, except he’s waiting for his demon to materialize into solid form and introduce himself.]

[ooc; If this doesn't work, feel free to PM me! I had to rewrite it because I misread something you said, whoops.]

[ooc: This starter is a thing of beauty and I am honored that you would put this kind of effort into it! Canon-blind me is going to be just fine. X3]

[The Coliseum. Fortune Street. The battlefield of Chaos and Cosmos. After he had dissolved in the Planet's Lifestream Sephiroth had found himself summoned to many different worlds by many different gods. He was brought there to fight as their champion, always to fight, and this suited him just fine. Arena combat allowed him to clash swords purely for the fun of it, sparring with new and interesting opponents over and over until they either managed to defeat him or simply gave up in frustration. It wasn't a bad afterlife as such things go. The nostalgia that had made Gaia his favorite had been growing stale lately as the only one who still summoned him into life there was Cloud, a funny little creature driven by emotional baggage who refused to acknowledge the simple joy of a real challenge.

[Now he was being summoned to yet another world. The journey was abrupt and disorienting but not at all frightening. It was nothing to get worked up about either, Sephiroth had never been attacked in the first few moments after materializing and didn't anticipate any problems this time either.

[There were no problems per se, but there were some curious irregularities. Expecting to wake alone in a bright glow of magic with a voice coming from everywhere and nowhere, Sephiroth found himself in... someone's home? It wasn't a grand palace either. Just a simple modest apartment with no remarkable features and nothing to identify it as belonging to any particular world. There were no gods to be found.

[Suspecting that this was some sort of mistake, the demon looked himself over to check if his gear had been transported with him. Everything seemed to be in order, he had a full bracer of materia and the Masamune was within easy summoning reach. He was wearing his favorite battle garb as well. Would he be expected to engage in deadly combat in some mortal's living room? That would be absurd, but any other possibility was even more unlikely. Disregarding the innocent bystander that happened to be in the room with him, Sephiroth looked around again for some hints as to the summoner's identity.

Sephiroth was expecting someone else to introduce themself to him, not the other way around.]

[It’s not unusual to find a demon that looks human. So many of them look slightly off from normal humans, like they’re a bit more ghostly or have a different skin color. Sephiroth is apparently no exception—he has two arms, two legs, a face. Yep. He looks pretty human to Jungo, though even to his simple senses he can tell there’s something otherworldly about him. Maybe it’s his beauty—that is a real mane of hair, more luxurious than any human would have.

Or, maybe...there’s a mouth on his stomach and it’s just hidden beneath the clothes. Jungo isn’t sure.

There’s no real hint to Jungo’s identity anywhere in the room. Aside from the knife he keeps at hand (clearly a sushi knife, or it would be if more than the handle was showing) and the ingredients on the counter making him out to be a chef, he lives a plain existence. There’s a poster on the wall of a pair of idols, but a personal photograph on a shelf next to it denotes Jungo is their friend, not a fan. It’s furnished with decorations and texts that might remind Sephiroth of Wutai culture, but even those are sparing and simple. The photos of his friends seem to be the most important decorations in his living room.

Oh, aside from the numerous cat beds and toys placed about generously. This is a cat family now.

He stares, unblinking, his messy hair covering part of his face, and his hat not doing him much better. His t-shirt reads ‘Fish or Die’ on it. His grey eye watches Sephiroth with an expression that’s difficult to read, somewhere between ‘tired,’ ‘don’t care,’ and ‘I’m a lost dog, have you seen my owner?.’ Eventually, he speaks, stepping forward to examine the extravagant demon of a man more closely.]

You’re Sephiroth, right? [When you use words like ‘septentrione’ and ‘quetzalcoatl’ on a daily basis, names come easy after a while. His voice is low and soft, but it’s still masculine.] I’m Jungo—it’s nice to meet you.

[ooc: You flatter me! Just remember what I said, uh. Jungo is really an odd guy, so. /o/;]

[ooc: He's still totally normal compared to Sephiroth. XD]

[It knew his name? Sephiroth's attention suddenly shifted to the creature that might as well have been a potted plant up to now. It was a "he," apparently, and dressed so much like an ordinary mortal that anyone could be forgiven for mistaking him as one. The demon tilted his head quizzically.]

Why have you brought me to this place?

[It wasn't spoken with any sort of resentment or defensiveness, and no attitude of deference either. Sephiroth also wasn't being particularly soft-spoken as one might be with a small child or an easily intimidated pet, or an ordinary human. It was simple curiosity, and a simple demand for an answer which was his rightful due.]

I don't care who you are

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