Infinite Cosmos

《 Super H.E.R.O. 》

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Location: The Convention Center, outside
Interactions: @ManyThings Ardent @shylarah Amune @Blizz Wiseman

"This is Bastion, I'm on scene outside the convention center. I was able to listen in on the communication. Where am I needed?" Benji said while halting his car with a harsher stop than he would normally had liked. But the situation was rather pressing, as there are villains on the loose. "Our targets are the drones and the Fiendish Five, yes? There sure are a lot of civilians around. We got a contingency plan for them? I can't possibly shield them all should shit pop off out here..." Benji continued, stepping out of his car while putting on a bluetooth ear piece that is connected to his holo-watch.

Being one of the older heroes, Benji has at least some idea of what the other heroes present can do. Having been able to listen in on the director's earlier briefing, he also knows who are all present. "Wiseman, or Amune for that propose, where am I needed or where should I go?" Benji paused for a moment, trying his best to spot any familiar heroes around him. "Not trying to give out orders or anything, but, Ardent, which building are you looking to set up on? I can try to be close to cover you in case Doc Holiday really tries to shoot you down..." Benji said, doing his best to blend into the crowd as just another bystander.

《 Super H.E.R.O. 》

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"Yeah. The beta on that is off the charts, look at that shit. It's just fucking jumping up and down like a child hopped up on pure caffeine. Why the fuck would you get in on that? You told me you wanted to play it safer? Like. This is literally not it, man. Look. If you absolutely want to get in on this shitshow, I'll execute the order for you. As it is required of me. But, it is also required of me to to advise you to act in a prudent manner. Yeah I get the price is low right now. But, it simply doesn't fit your risk tol- Ok fine. A hundred thousand dollars market order on Doge Coin. Done. You should see it reflect on your profile in about 10 minutes. Yeah. Have a good weekend Joe."

Benji takes off his bluetooth headset and sighs. Why are people just fucking idiots that want to get rich quick? Why did they spend three hours pouring over risk tolerance, portfolio construction, investment suitability, allocation and all that shit, just to see a meme stock that has a sliver of a chance to make a decent return? Ah fuck it, Benji thought. It's their money. These shit meme stocks are precisely targeted at schmucks like this anyways. Ooooo a potential to turn a ten dollar investment into a thousand, over night! Fuck off with all that. There is risk, and then there is idiocy. This, most certainly, is the latter.

A message pings on his screen. Benji idly looks over, and clicks open the message...

"Hey, want to go get some food or a coffee at the caff?

It was from his assistant, Jeanie. An up and comer in the financial field herself, Jeanie is positioned to launch herself to stardom, but as with everyone else in the field, she needs to pay her dues. Benji paid his, grabbing coffee and dry cleanings and fulfilling other mundane tasks for a couple of years fresh out of school and now here he is, corner office, plush furnishings, and a client list full of people like Joe.

"Ah, I have a few more clients to call. Can you just bring me a bottle of water from the fridge? I also have some paperwork I'd like you to help me send down. Thanks, you're the best~"

Benji replies before turning his attention to his call list for the day. Denise. This call should be fun. She reached out to Jeanie and said she wanted some advice on retirement planning. This is the fun shit he gets to do because the clients is going to have money to play with, and the planning conversation should be structured around what the client wants to do and accomplish in their retirement. All Benji has to do is lay out the plan, and make sure the client has enough money to carry them through. These rich fucks always have monumental aspirations anyways. All he has to do is to gas them up, and put together a plan that will make sure they can take their quarterly trip to Martha's Vineyard or wherever the fuck.

"Yeah, definitely. The plan I've put together is actually on the conservative side of things, as if the market is going to slide back a bit. But, given what it's doing right now, we're sitting real pretty. Yeah. Oh yeah? Alaska this year? That'll be real interesting! No, I haven't been myself. Oh no I couldn't impose like that haha. No Denise, I'm sure Dennis wouldn't want me there to sour the mood with all the money talk haha. Yeah no. Hey did you guys end up getting that boat? Yeah, Dennis was real excited about it. Oh I'm glad. The weather has been so nice lately. Oh you've already taken it for a spin around Savior Island? Thats cool! Yeah...'

Benji was deep in conversation with Denise when Jeanie popped in. Benji gave her a quick way. As Jeanie set down the chilled bottle of water, Benji pointed at a small folder of documents and mouthed Thank You to her as she retrieve the documents and exited the office. At the same time, Benji's holo-watch pinged softly with a quick message. Benji did his best to listen to the message and Denise on the other side of his phone at the same time...

"Ok, yeah. Right. Ok. Yup. I'll have my assistant Jeanie email you guys the current plan, including all the adjustments we made today. Look it over. If it looks all good, go ahead and e-sign it, and send it back and we will put it in place. Yeah. If there is anything that isn't aligning, notate it, shoot the message back but don't sign it. Yup. Ok. Yeah. It was good talking with you Denise. Yup. Have a good weekend!"

Benji took off his headset again, finalized the plan changes and sent it over to Jeanie for her to forwards it to Denise and her husband Dennis. Turning his attention back to the holo-message, Benji brought the wristwatch closer to his lips and replied "Bastion. En route. I'll do my best to skirt around the parade haha."

Stepping out of his office with the bottle of water in hand, Benji said to Jeanie "Hey, go ahead and forward that plan doc to Denise. That's all I got for you for the day. You're free to go. Go enjoy your weekend, enjoy the parade. I'm out~ I'll see you Monday. Ciao~" Benji skipped off, taking the very corporate elevator down to the parking garage and hopped in his car, starting it to life with a satisfying low roar. Adjusting his blazer, Benji puts the gaudy sports car into gear and drove off, heading towards the convention center.

《 Super H.E.R.O. 》

"Benjamin" Lee Wen Fong

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Bastion

"Are you going to finish that?"

[ NAME ]

"Benjamin' Lee Wen Fong

[ HERO IDENTITY ]

Bastion

[ NICKNAME/ALIAS ]

Ben, Benji, Shield

[ AGE ]

28

[ GENDER ]

Male

[ AFFILIATION ]

H.E.R.O.

[ APPEARANCE ]

He is the definition of the meme of wanting a man in finance, 6'5". Blue Eyes. Not so much as a trust fund, though. Sorry ladies. Otherwise, he is of fairly athletic build as he strives to one day out-bench Director Powers. Maybe when Hugo dies.

[ PERSONALITY TRAITS ]

Jovial, caring, charismatic

[ BIO ]

Benjamin was born to a migrant family that immigrated from Asia in the late 1940s to the United States. Of course, as with most Asian families at that time, they had decided to settle along the West coast and that is where his family had settled. The story of his family took the typical route. Everyone worked hard, saved money, and told their children to go to school in order to not have to work as hard.

Fast forward to the current day. Benjamin, himself a graduate of the prestigious Castleburg University, is doing pretty good for himself. He works, of course, in the financial sector, at one of the big Wall Street banks. Him, and his family by extension, discovered his powers around the time he was 10 years old. Through the decent amount of wealth his family has amassed through the generations, they were able to commission a pair of special bracelets that allows for Benjamin to better control his powers.

While not working his normal 9 to 5, he works as agent for H.E.R.O., taking part in missions in whatever capacity the Director assigns him to. Otherwise, as charismatic as he is, he tries to stay out of the limelight, preferring to not be the center of attention if at all possible.

| MISCELLANEOUS |

Benji likes to hang out at the headquarters, when not working his normal 9 to 5 or going on an assignment. Also. He likes to drive fast, having purchased a rather gaudy sports car with his first big-boy bonus at work. Also, Director Powers, when are we going to have another bench-off?

Abilities

[ RANKING ]

Δ (Delta Class)

[ POWERS ]

Kinetic Field Manipulation/Projection

[ PHYSICAL STRENGTH ]
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-He is quite fit, but not to a level of a power-lifter in terms of pure physical strength
[ AGILITY ]
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-He is quite fit, and he trains to stay loose and nimble on his feet
[ INTELLIGENCE ]
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-Having graduated near the top of his class at the prestigious Castelburg University, he is of above average intelligence
[ DESTRUCTIVENESS ]
■■■■□□□□□□ At his current understanding of his powers
-At his current understanding of his powers, he knows that he can be a shield to protect others. He hasn't quite thought of applying his powers into destroying items or other life forms. Currently, he is able to create a dome, centered around himself, measuring about the radius of four adult humans of average size standing abreast each other and at a height of about 8 feet. This dome is considered impenetrable by conventional small arms fire, up to 5.56x45mm NATO cartridges. With the aid of his bracelets, he can manipulation the shape and size of this 'dome' to suit his needs at the time.

■■■■■■■■□□ At maximum output of his powers, currently untenable
-Theoretically speaking, Benjamin can focus the area of his power down to a pinpoint, and realistically anywhere in between a beam the width of his body, thus increasing it's hardness and density, and fire it like a projectile or beam, allowing him much more offensive/destructive power. At his current mentality and application of his powers, the most he can do is cover his limbs like a sort of armor, to allow himself some enhanced fighting capabilities.

[ LETHALITY ]
■■■□□□□□□□ At his current application of his powers
-Benjamin does not view his powers as something that contains much lethality, as his mentality is to save and protect, and not harm. HE is given a rating of three here simply because yes, it is still a superpower, and thus more lethal than a baseline human would be.

■■■■■■■□□□ At maximum output of his powers, currently untenable
-If/when Benjamin starts to apply his powers with lethal intent, he can cause severe harm to others. With the previous example of focusing the area of effect of his power to a 'beam', he can cause major concussive damage and severe trauma to organic life forms and major structural damage to inorganic items should they be struck by him. As he further focus and refine his powers, he allows himself finer control over how wide he projects his powers. As the area of effect shrinks, the density of it has an inverse relationship.

[ ENDURANCE ]
■■■■■■■■□□

[ STAMINA ]
■■■■■■■□□□

[ EFFICACY ]
■■■■■□□□□□
-While suitable for defensive applications, his 'shield' is not impervious to damage. Ongoing strikes against it will weaken it, nor does it last forever. At current, he is not mobile with his power activated in its 'dome' form. However, he can be mobile when he activates his powers with smaller areas of effect, allowing him to manipulate the shape of his 'shield' to suit his need. Also, it does require him to concentrate his mind in order to control his powers. Of course, this becomes significantly easier with the aid of his bracelets. That is not to say he cannot use his powers without them. It is just that he is more effective with them on.
[ SURVEILLANCE LEVEL ]
■■□□□□□□□□

[ SKILLS ]

Driving, financial analysis, cooking

[ EQUIPMENT ]

A pair of pure silver bracelets with his family crest and two small sapphires encrusted on them. These bracelets are enhanced to allow for Benjamin to have precise control of his powers. The exact method as to how that is achieved is unknown. To note, without the bracelets, Benjamin can still use his powers, though with less control and thus potentially more mishaps.

《 Super H.E.R.O. 》

"Benjamin" Lee Wen Fong

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Bastion

"Are you going to finish that?"

[ NAME ]

"Benjamin' Lee Wen Fong

[ HERO IDENTITY ]

Bastion

[ NICKNAME/ALIAS ]

Ben, Benji, Shield

[ AGE ]

28

[ GENDER ]

Male

[ AFFILIATION ]

H.E.R.O.

[ APPEARANCE ]

He is the definition of the meme of wanting a man in finance, 6'5". Blue Eyes. Not so much as a trust fund, though. Sorry ladies. Otherwise, he is of fairly athletic build as he strives to one day out-bench Director Powers. Maybe when Hugo dies.

[ PERSONALITY TRAITS ]

Jovial, caring, charismatic

[ BIO ]

Benjamin was born to a migrant family that immigrated from Asia in the late 1940s to the United States. Of course, as with most Asian families at that time, they had decided to settle along the West coast and that is where his family had settled. The story of his family took the typical route. Everyone worked hard, saved money, and told their children to go to school in order to not have to work as hard.

Fast forward to the current day. Benjamin, himself a graduate of the prestigious Castleburg University, is doing pretty good for himself. He works, of course, in the financial sector, at one of the big Wall Street banks. Him, and his family by extension, discovered his powers around the time he was 10 years old. Through the decent amount of wealth his family has amassed through the generations, they were able to commission a pair of special bracelets that allows for Benjamin to better control his powers.

While not working his normal 9 to 5, he works as agent for H.E.R.O., taking part in missions in whatever capacity the Director assigns him to. Otherwise, as charismatic as he is, he tries to stay out of the limelight, preferring to not be the center of attention if at all possible.

| MISCELLANEOUS |

Benji likes to hang out at the headquarters, when not working his normal 9 to 5 or going on an assignment. Also. He likes to drive fast, having purchased a rather gaudy sports car with his first big-boy bonus at work. Also, Director Powers, when are we going to have another bench-off?

Abilities

[ RANKING ]

Return to this part after having completed the other assessment areas. See "Power Rankings" hider below for more guidance.

[ POWERS ]

Kinetic Field Manipulation/Projection

For the below-listed rankings, please rank yourself using the colored and uncolored boxes on a scale of 0-10, with a 2 corresponding to what an average, non-powered human can put out, and provide a brief explanation for the reasoning of said ranking. See "Power Rankings" hider below for more guidance.

[ PHYSICAL STRENGTH ]
■■■■□□□□□□
-He is quite fit, but not to a level of a power-lifter in terms of pure physical strength
[ AGILITY ]
■■■■□□□□□□
-He is quite fit, and he trains to stay loose and nimble on his feet
[ INTELLIGENCE ]
■■■■■□□□□□
-Having graduated near the top of his class at the prestigious Castelburg University, he is of above average intelligence
[ DESTRUCTIVENESS ]
■■■■□□□□□□ At his current understanding of his powers
-At his current understanding of his powers, he knows that he can be a shield to protect others. He hasn't quite thought of applying his powers into destroying items or other life forms. Currently, he is able to create a dome, centered around himself, measuring about the radius of four adult humans of average size standing abreast each other and at a height of about 8 feet. This dome is considered impenetrable by conventional small arms fire, up to 5.56x45mm NATO cartridges. With the aid of his bracelets, he can manipulation the shape and size of this 'dome' to suit his needs at the time.

■■■■■■■■□□ At maximum output of his powers, currently untenable
-Theoretically speaking, Benjamin can focus the area of his power down to a pinpoint, and realistically anywhere in between a beam the width of his body, thus increasing it's hardness and density, and fire it like a projectile or beam, allowing him much more offensive/destructive power. At his current mentality and application of his powers, the most he can do is cover his limbs like a sort of armor, to allow himself some enhanced fighting capabilities.

[ LETHALITY ]
■■■□□□□□□□ At his current application of his powers
-Benjamin does not view his powers as something that contains much lethality, as his mentality is to save and protect, and not harm. HE is given a rating of three here simply because yes, it is still a superpower, and thus more lethal than a baseline human would be.

■■■■■■■□□□ At maximum output of his powers, currently untenable
-If/when Benjamin starts to apply his powers with lethal intent, he can cause severe harm to others. With the previous example of focusing the area of effect of his power to a 'beam', he can cause major concussive damage and severe trauma to organic life forms and major structural damage to inorganic items should they be struck by him. As he further focus and refine his powers, he allows himself finer control over how wide he projects his powers. As the area of effect shrinks, the density of it has an inverse relationship.

[ ENDURANCE ]
■■■■■■■■□□

[ STAMINA ]
■■■■■■■□□□

[ EFFICACY ]
■■■■■□□□□□
-While suitable for defensive applications, his 'shield' is not impervious to damage. Ongoing strikes against it will weaken it, nor does it last forever. At current, he is not mobile with his power activated in its 'dome' form. However, he can be mobile when he activates his powers with smaller areas of effect, allowing him to manipulate the shape of his 'shield' to suit his need. Also, it does require him to concentrate his mind in order to control his powers. Of course, this becomes significantly easier with the aid of his bracelets. That is not to say he cannot use his powers without them. It is just that he is more effective with them on.
[ SURVEILLANCE LEVEL ]
■■□□□□□□□□

[ SKILLS ]

Driving, financial analysis, cooking

[ EQUIPMENT ]

A pair of pure silver bracelets with his family crest and two small sapphires encrusted on them. These bracelets are enhanced to allow for Benjamin to have precise control of his powers. The exact method as to how that is achieved is unknown. To note, without the bracelets, Benjamin can still use his powers, though with less control and thus potentially more mishaps.

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Kurosaki Tenichi 黒崎 天一

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Summoner

"I call upon Death, heed my commands"

[ NAME ]

Kurosaki Tenichi 黒崎 天一

[ HERO IDENTITY ]

Summoner

[ NICKNAME/ALIAS ]

Tenichi, Ichi, Ichi-Kun

[ AGE ]

17

[ GENDER ]

Male

[ AFFILIATION ]

H.E.R.O.

[ APPEARANCE ]

He is of a slim build, average height for his age though his mother insists that he is still growing

[ PERSONALITY TRAITS ]

Quiet, reserved, aloof

[ BIO ]

Tenichi was born into a Japanese family of ancient ancestry. His family, and thus his ancestors have been what most would call 'Mediums' or even 'Exorcists' going back centuries. Most of the time, though, this was only to the extent that he had ancestors that can see vague images of spirits and also vaguely communicate with them. Nothing more.

Though, once in a long while, there will come a member of his family that can legitimately do what normal folks think they can do. They had the ability to use supernatural powers to exorcise malevolent spirits. On the even more rare occasion, he had ancestors that can 'tame' and 'enlist' these spirits to work with them, to provide them additional powers to aid in their work.

Tenichi is one of those super rare cases.

Current day, Tenichi is an exchange student in Castelburg, living by himself in the city while being financially supported by his family back in Japan. The family had amassed a relative fortune through living frugally and using their powers for doing good work and being compensated for it.

For Tenichi, he was been told to keep the usage of his powers limited. To not draw attention to himself and under no circumstances should he display his powers in a frivolous manner. Though, his family did get him affiliated with H.E.R.O., to lend legitimacy to the work that he is doing since folks in the Western world don't typically believe in a kid summoning something to kill a ghost.

When not working a mission, he is attending school, doing school work, hanging out with friends, and trying his best to live a normal teenage life...

| MISCELLANEOUS |

Tenichi is into sports. Baseball in particular. When money and time allows, one will catch him attending local baseball events.

Abilities

[ RANKING ]

TBD

[ POWERS ]

Spiritual Summons

• He can summon spiritual beings into existence and work with him on various tasks and missions through the use of specific hand signs
• Nested
  
  • Datto : This one takes the form of rabbits that Tenichi can use as a distraction. One of the most simple beings that he can summon. This one possesses next to no combat ability
  • Gama : This one takes the form of a toad with a powerful tongue that Tenichi can utilize in various manners. This one also possesses relatively low combat power
  • Nue : This one takes the form of a bird with a plague doctor's mask on. Tenichi can utilize this one to achieve short-term flight. Independently, this one does have some combat power, striking targets with it's talons and spreading a paralytic poison
  • Orochi : This one takes the form of a giant white serpent. This one can aid Tenichi in ground traversal by allowing Tenichi to ride atop it's head. This one has decent combat power, using it's size and biting power to break and swallow it's targets whole.
  • Gyokuken : He can summon up to two of these, as it is considered a mid to high level summon but he was able to befriend them very early one. This is the summon that Tenichi tend to go with the most. They offer pretty good combat power, being able to track down their prey and tear them apart.
  • Bansho : The second biggest summon, in terms of pure size, that Tenichi can muster. This one takes the form of a furred elephant with four sets of tusks. Despite it's appearance and size, this one is very agile and controls water as it's method of traversal and attack
  • Benihime : The strongest of Tenichi's current summons. This one takes a humanoid form as a dark, shadowy figure. It wields a seemingly infinite number of bladed weapons that he can conjure from seemingly nowhere. Tenichi does not have full control over this one and will not use it unless the situation is dire. As soon as Tensa is summoned, Tenichi gives it one command, and it chooses whether or not it wishes to follow it.

[ PHYSICAL STRENGTH ]
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-He is fit enough for a teenage, but not above average
[ AGILITY ]
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-He is of average agility
[ INTELLIGENCE ]
■■□□□□□□□□
-HE is just as smart as all the other average humans
[ DESTRUCTIVENESS ]
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-Depending on which one of his summons he calls forth, some are very low in their destructive capabilities, which a select few are literally meant to destroy what he identifies as a threat by any means necessary

[ LETHALITY ]
■■■■■■■■□□
-Again, this depends on which of his summons he calls forth. Most possesses lower lethality levels, which a select few are very, very, very lethal, even for himself

[ ENDURANCE ]
■■■□□□□□□□
-He can call forth and maintain most of his summons as needed but a select few cannot be maintained for long

[ STAMINA ]
■■■□□□□□□□

[ EFFICACY ]
■■■■■□□□□□
-He has decent control over his summons, having been able to call them forth and build a relationship with them for some years now. However, there are a few summons that, while available to him, are much harder to control and command
[ SURVEILLANCE LEVEL ]
■■■■■■■■□□

[ SKILLS ]

Swordsmanship, archery, calligraphy, cooking, simple urban and asymmetric survival

[ EQUIPMENT ]

Standard issue H.E.R.O. gear when necessary

《 Super H.E.R.O. 》

I was in a weird place when the first iteration of this came about. I'm still in a weird place, albeit a bit less so now. Putting my name back in the hat. I'm working on a character, and I will post it here to see if it fits when I have the sheet done.

Welcome back HERO folks~

Little edit, I think the character's abilities would be some sort of elemental manipulation, or, physical enhancement in the sense of transformation. Been rewatching some anime and drawing from inspirations from them lol~

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Munir & Mina

Date: Morning
Location: Guest House

*Note: This takes place the morning of the current day*

PART TWO

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"Where have you been, Mina?" Sebastian demanded, his voice low and dangerous. "And what are you doing with him?" He spat the last word, glaring at Munir.

Mina’s hand tightened around Munir’s, seeking reassurance. "Uncle, I—"

"Do you have any idea what you put me through? I searched the entire night for you!" Sebastian interrupted, his voice rising. He looked at Munir with pure contempt. "And you, Shehezade Munir, what have you done to my niece? Ruin her reputation more, perhaps?"

The tension in the hallway was thick, and Mina could feel the fury radiating from her uncle. She glanced at Munir briefly before turning back to Sebastian. "Uncle, please, let us explain," she pleaded, her voice trembling slightly. "There’s more to this than you know."

Sebastian’s eyes narrowed. "Oh, I'm sure there is," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Why don't you start explaining then, Mina? And you, Munir, you can tell me why I shouldn't drag my niece back home right now. Let me guess, you’re in love."

Munir was quiet, but smiling as the pair walked towards the gate to begin their day. He felt Mina lean into him and both stiffened his arms and softened his stance at the same time, allowing Mina to feel his support but remain comfortable.

Then the happiness in the air seems to have evaporated into immaterium, as if it was sucked away by some shadowy cloaked figure.

Count Blackwood appeared behind the doors to Mina’s room and began bombarding the pair with questions, his disdain towards Munir was palpable. As Munir felt Mina pulling her hand away from his own, Munir instinctively stepped partially in front of Mina, shielding her with his own body. “Count Blackwood. Good morning. Allow me to answer your questions. Your niece was with me the evening before. As you know, we were at the event at Lover’s Lake where Mina was performing. After, she was essentially taken against her will. I was able to find and retrieve her. It is my mistake to not have sent word to you, for that I apologize.” Munir said, his voice was calm and steady.

“I know what my reputation says for me, Count Blackwood.” Munir continued, a tinge of sorrow in his voice for what he has done with himself. “But, on my family name, I assure you, nothing untowards happened between your niece and I. Yes, she stayed in my quarters. She slept in my bed and I the floor. I know how ridiculous this sounds, given what is whispered about me. I know you will not believe what I said but I know that I can face the gods with my head held high, having not lied about what I have told you.” Count Sebestian then mentioned the pair being in love and that word sent a shockwave through Munir’s soul.

Just what is it that he felt for her? Was it love? Or was it just lust for someone he has not had? Regardless, Munir knows he cannot influence what the count is deciding to do with himself and Mina at this moment. “I cannot stop you from dragging your niece back home. But, if I may, if you dragged her back, would it not defeat the purpose of making the arduous journey all the way from Kolonivka to Sorian this season?”

Mina stood behind Munir, feeling the tension in the air rise with each passing second. She could see the barely contained fury in her uncle’s eyes as he sized up Munir as he spoke and she knew that this situation required careful handling. So she stepped in before her uncle could speak, adding to Munir's words.

"Uncle, I know you’re upset, and I’m so sorry for worrying you," Mina began, her voice soft yet firm. "Munir is right. After the performance, I was taken by a woman as you obviously know and saw. It was terrifying, but Munir found me and brought me back safely. We should have informed you, but in the chaos, it slipped our minds. Please, believe me when I say that nothing inappropriate happened."

Sebastian’s eyes flicked from Mina to Munir, his expression still hard but showing a hint of consideration. "You expect me to believe that this rogue," he spat the word, "this scoundrel, did nothing untoward, as he said? After what I witnessed the other day of you two? I ran after you, Mina. I saw you being taken and I failed to save you. I spent the night searching for you, fearing the worst." His voice broke slightly, revealing the depth of his fear and exhaustion.

"I know," Mina said, stepping back around Munir and closer to her uncle. "And I’m grateful for your concern. But Munir saved me, in more ways than one. I had another episode and, instead of being frightened, he took it in stride. He showed me respect and care."

Sebastian’s gaze softened slightly, but his distrust of Munir remained evident and there was a hint of alarm hidden there upon her revelation, yet he said nothing towards thst. "And you, Munir," he said, turning his full attention to the prince. "You speak of facing the gods with your head held high, yet your reputation precedes you. You have already caused a scandal when I caught you in bed with her the other day. I am not naive, I know what happened then. How am I to believe that you have her best interests at heart and not just your own desires?"

Sebastian then sneered at the man. ”And as for our business of being here in Sorian, you know nothing about our reasoning. We aren't simply here for the courting season, in fact, before you came along, Mina cared little about courting or finding a husband. It wasn't something that interested her.” Mina winced as he spoke these words, knowing there was some truth behind them but not for how he was making it sound. A small bubble of rage began to brew in her chest then. ”I simply have business in Sorian and Mina comes along so she can learn and catch up with old friends. I do not need her here with me and could easily send her back with some of our trusted servants.”

“ And you would be well within your rights to send her home, Count Blackwood. But, in doing so, are you taking into consideration the feelings of your dear niece? You want her to learn the skill of being a diplomat, for that I applaud you. I know for a fact that Mina would make for a fine stateswoman. But, you sending her home without regards to her feelings not only halts this learning process but it also shows her that she can act on her impulses alone and not take into consideration the consequences of her actions. I am a scoundrel, a rogue, a capital R rake. This isn’t news to even me, what the common folk say about me. In truth, this persona of mine has been created by myself as a suit of armor. Mina has stripped me of that. She knows that. Yes. I know it is still so very early in the courting season and I will fully support your, and Mina’s of course, decision to keep distance between us. To let whatever rumors flying around society pass. But I must hear it not only from you, Count Sebastian, but you as well, Lady Mina.” Munir said calmly. His words were as true as they can be. However, he cannot make Count Sebastian and Mina believe them any more than he can curse the clouds to bring forth the sun. “Know this as well, Count Sebnastian. Regardless of how society sees me, I am still a prince of Alidasht. When I tell you I have not done anything untowards with your niece, know that I make such statements with the weight of the honor of Alidasht behind me.” Munir continued, his voice unusually stern and actually princely for once.

“So, what will it be? Will you allow your niece to join me and my retainer for breakfast and a promenade around town, so that I can show society my intentions with your dear niece? Or will it be that you would have us separate here and now?”

Mina listened to Munir, impressed by his words, however her uncle scoffed and pulled her attention back to him. "I need to speak with my niece alone," Sebastian declared, his voice tense and commanding. Without waiting for Munir's response, he seized Mina's wrist and ushered her into their rooms, locking the door firmly behind them.

As they retreated into the privacy of their chambers, Sebastian's demeanor shifted, his frustration palpable. "Mina, your actions have been reckless and foolhardy," he began, his tone laced with disappointment. "You're not in love with him. This infatuation will only lead to trouble."

Mina's eyes couldn’t keep from rolling as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Oh yes, because you know ALL about love. And excuse me for seeking some sort of enjoyment in my life for once." Her voice was thick with sarcasm and irritation.

But Sebastian was relentless, his anger mounting with each passing moment. "You're deluding yourself, Mina," he insisted, his voice growing sharper. "You're endangering yourself and your reputation for a fleeting thrill."

Mina let out a humorless laugh as she felt her own anger rising. “Well that hasn’t seemed to bother you in the past when it was to help you out.”

“THAT IS ENTIRELY DIFFERENT!” Something in Sebastian’s eyes flashed and he bared his teeth at her, causing a moment of shock to take hold of Mina.

Feeling a sense of unease settle in her stomach, she took a step back from her uncle, her heart pounding in her chest. "What's gotten into you, Uncle?" she asked, her voice trembling.

Before Sebastian could respond, Mina stumbled over something on the floor, her heart skipping a beat as she glanced down. Horror flooded her veins as she realized what she had tripped over—Sara, one of her young maids, lying lifeless on the ground.

Ice ran through Mina's veins as she looked up at her uncle, her eyes filled with disbelief and accusation. "What have you done?" she demanded, her voice barely above a whisper.

Sebastian's expression twisted with regret only for the briefest of moments before a chilling calme came over him. ”As I said, I searched for you late into the night. It used up a lot of my strength and when I returned I was utterly exhausted and feeling…ill. Young Sara here saw me and took it upon herself to try and offer me comfort. She even dared to be so bold as to offer herself to me. And so I took her up on it…I used her to my benefit.” His words chilled Mina to the core.

Anger and disgust surged within her as she chastised him, her voice trembling with emotion. "We have a system in place to prevent this," she reminded him, her voice tinged with desperation.

But Sebastian's resolve remained unyielding, his gaze unwavering. "The thirst grows stronger," he confessed, his voice heavy with resignation. "And if you don't end this with Munir, there may be consequences."

Fear clenched Mina's heart as she realized the gravity of the situation and she stared at him in shock. Was he really threatening to do something to Munir? Blackmailing her to control her? Tears welled in her eyes as she silently weighed her options, her mind racing with fear and uncertainty.

Finally, with a heavy heart, Mina nodded in agreement, her voice barely a whisper. "Fine. I'll end it," she conceded, her voice filled with sorrow. If this would protect Munir then she would do it. “But from now on, what I decide to do with my personal life is none of your concern. I’ll avoid creating any more attachments to anyone, but who I decide to spend my time with and have fun with, you will have no say in it anymore.” Her words were harsh and final.

As she rose to her feet, Mina instructed her uncle to conceal the body until she could address it later. In her room, she retrieved a small vial and applied its contents to her lips, her heart breaking with each tear that fell. She stared at her reflection for a long while, disgusted at what she saw.

With a heavy heart, Mina emerged from her room, her eyes red and swollen from crying. Without a word, she approached Munir, her heart heavy with sorrow. She then leaned in and kissed him deeply, but soon enough she was pulling away.

"Munir," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "This needs to end.”

“Count Blackwood! Wai-” Munir called out, as the count essentially dragged Mina into her room. A sense of panic loomed over him. He trusted that Count Sebastian would not do anything wrong to Mina but he still does not like where they are leaving off. During their conversation, Munir could do nothing but pace back and forth, just outside the room. In the meantime, he also sent word to Hakim, telling him there is definitely going to be a change of plans, if nothing else due to the time this is taking.

As voices rose in the room, Munir had to fight the urge to knock or even barge into the room. This would be something untowards, as the situation dictates. Munir tried his best to stay calm, pacing the halls to a point where it feels like his feet were wearing a tread into the marble flooring.

Then suddenly, the door swung open. Mina emerged and Munir made the same approach as her, meeting her half way. They shared a kiss and Munir felt his world shatter. Mina told him that they were over. “What. What are you saying, Mina. What do you mean? Was it something I did?”

”Munir, please I-”

Turning his attention slightly, Munir continued “Count Blackwood, please explain this to me. I humbly ask for an answer to all of this…”

”This isn’t love!” She all but shouted at him as she could feel her uncle watching from the doorway. His expression was unreadable as he watched them.

Mina's heart felt like it was breaking into a million pieces as Munir's pleading words played again and again in her mind. She had to protect him, even if it meant tearing her own heart apart in the process. Tearing his heart apart. Her face hardened, but inside, she was a storm of sorrow and despair.

"Munir, what we feel... it isn't love," she began, her voice steady but laced with pain. "Love at first sight is a fairy tale, a foolish dream. What we had was lust, a fleeting desire for something new and exciting." She took a deep breath, forcing herself to continue even as her chest tightened with every word.

"This isn't about something you did. It's about reality, about facing the truth," she said, her eyes momentarily glancing at her uncle. She turned back to Munir, her gaze cold but her heart screaming in agony.

"You need to understand that I don't love you," she lied, her voice barely above a whisper, each word feeling like a dagger in her own heart. "I never did." She stepped back, the distance between them feeling like an insurmountable chasm, her tears threatening to fall but she held them back, not wanting to break down in front of him.

Mina took a deep breath, steeling herself for the final blow. "This is over, Munir. It has to be." She turned away, her entire body trembling with the effort to keep herself together, knowing that she had just shattered both their hearts to protect the man she truly loved.

During this time, Hakim had returned from the gate but was standing off at a distance, not making an announcement of his presence. Munir’s breath was steady as he listened to what Mina was saying, eyes shifting from Mina to Count Sebastian and back. Munir nodded in agreement to what Mina was saying. What they felt, what they had, it was all too soon. It was all far too quick.

If hearts were to be broken today, then let them break completely.

“You say you don’t love me, that you never did. I respect that. After all, who would want a scoundrel, a good-for-nothing, rakish man like myself. You take care of yourself, Lady Blackwood. I bid you farewell. Munir said, his tone flat but determined. He took up Mina’s right hand and gave the back of her hand a small kiss before walking up to Count Sebastian and shook his hand quickly but firmly “May you find success in whatever dealings you may have, Count Blackwood.” Munir had put his armor back on, and shielded his heart once again. He was fighting every urge to stake his claim over Mina as a prince to a nation. A mere Count would hold no power over him. However, that was not the approach he decided to take. He loved Mina. Truly. Maddeningly so. If there was to be a chance at anything else in the future, this was the only way.

Mina stood there, Munir's words cutting deeper than she had anticipated. Each word he spoke felt like a knife, threatening to shatter her resolve. But she held strong, her face a mask of composure as she met his gaze one last time.

"Farewell, Shehzade Munir," she said softly, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside. She gave him a small curtsy, her movements graceful and controlled, before turning on her heel and heading back into her rooms.

As soon as she stepped inside, Sebastian closed the door and moved to speak, but she cut him off sharply. "You do not get to speak to me," she snapped, her tone cold and unyielding. She didn't wait for his reaction, striding further into the sitting room and then into her bedroom, slamming the door shut behind her.

The moment the door closed, the facade crumbled. Her knees buckled, and she fell to the floor, a hand clamped over her mouth as she tried to muffle the scream of anguish that tore from her throat. The sobs came hard and fast, each one wracking her body as the weight of what she had done crashed down on her. She curled into herself, her tears soaking the fabric of her dress as she wept, the heartbreak and pain overwhelming her completely.

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Arne Ragnarson

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The Eagle

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Appearance

Height:6'3"/1.91m
Weight:200lb/91kg
Eye Color:Vibrant Blue
Hair Length/Texture:Shoulder length when down but that is rare
Hair Color:Dirty/dusty blonde
Skin Color:Fair, but weathered by the sea breeze
Facial details(freckles, moles, etc):Some minor scars and healed wounds from prior battles
Distinguishing features:His braided/forked beard, which is the same color as his hair
Clothing Preferences:He keeps his clothing choices simple, choosing not to spend what meager wages he gets on something as trivial as flashy clothing. He tends to stick to a dark/navy/muted blue and a variation of darker browns. He will occasionally allow himself small adornments in his tied hair or braided beard and he will always been seen with a armlet, intricately engraved with runes that looks tarnished.

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Psychology

Likes:

• Being at sea
• Pillaging
• Rum, which is always gone for one reason or another
• His brothers at sea
• Seeing the rich suffer

Dislikes:

• Rules
• The navy
• The Royal Family
• Being poor

Sexuality:Heterosexual

Hobbies:

• Singing Sea shanties
• Going on raids
• Visiting brothels
• Sailing the seas
• Drinking

Life Goals/Dreams: The be the most infamous seafarer in history

Personality Summary: Brash || Unapologetic || Direct

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Background

Current occupation: Privateer/Pirate

Any past occupations?: Commodore with the Sorian Navy

Relatives:

• Ragnar Agnarrson / father / Alive
• Freya Torsdottir / mother / Alive
• Ingrid Ragnarson / sister / Alive
• Halfdan Agnarrson / Uncle / Wanted criminal, location currently unknown

Skills:

• Seafaring
• Naval combat
• Naval survival
• Swordsmanship

History Summary:

One For All

Well. Where does one begin with Arne. His upbringing was fairly normal. Decent family from Krasivaya, father was a career naval officer and mother was a homemaker. Arne and his sister Ingrid grew up in relative comfort, with their father bringing home his salary and their mother making things work at all times. This continued for what felt like ages.

Until his uncle Halfdan showed up at their doors. Arne's father, Ragnar, of course welcomed his brother into his house and shared food and drink with him. Halfdan of course did not refuse. Being 13, Arne was allowed to stick around and share ale with the men as they talked about life and their own journeys. Sven with his heroics with the navy and Halfdan with his exploits as a privateer at sea. They all worked for the Royal Family, no doubt, but their approach to life could not be more different. Ragnar was a man of the people, always following the law and he was fair with all he had dealings with. Halfdan was cunning, willing the bend the law for his benefit and tended to take advantage of people as long as it did not cause grievous harm. Young Arne did not understand the difference, but he knew he wanted to be like his father, and be a officer in the Royal Navy. So. As soon as he was allowed to, much to his mother's chagrin, Arne joined and was coincidentally placed into his father's squadron, as the lowest enlisted member. Ragnar gave young Arne no quarters. He treated his son as any other enlisted seamen, and one could even say he was extraordinarily strict towards the young Arne. Arne paid it no mind. He understood that his father was behaving as such to sharpen him up, to make him seaworthy. Dutifully, Arne served and learned. The other members of the squadron thought Arne was going to rise faster than them due to nepotism, but no. Arne rose slower than his peers, as his father would have liked. He was to be given no leeway. His achievements were seldom acknowledged, much less celebrated and his mistakes were scrutinized and reprimanded accordingly. Arne never once bared a grudge towards his father or other officers in the ranks. He wanted this. He wanted to learn and become someone his father can trust.

Fast forward 5 years. Arne, now 20, was a lieutenant in the Royal Navy. His peers were ranked higher but they did not care. To them, Arne was the most deserving of a higher rank than all of them. Arne has always done exemplary work and the senior and flag officers would all agree to that. Ragnar, now ranked Rear Admiral, had to constantly remind and sometimes plead with his own peers to not over-praise Arne.

Meanwhile, Halfdan Agnarrson, Privateer, was still roaming the seas, parading his royal pardon to any who would listen. Often, it would be Rear Admiral Agnarrson commissioning Privateer Agnarrson and his ship, the Sun Howler, to 'rid the coasts of would be intruders'. Stories of Halfdan's ruthlessness started reaching back to the naval command and Ragnar had to call Halfdan into a meeting, unofficially. The conversation got heated and that's the last Arne heard from or about his uncle...

Fast forward another 5 years. Now 25, Arne has once again climbed in ranks. Commordore First Class Arne Ragnarson. That was his official title. To anyone that served with his father, and have not retired, his title when not in an official setting is 'The kid' or 'Ragnar's boy'. Such as it is when your father is a retired legend, with over 100 sorties and expeditions under his belt, having been made Vice-Admiral just before he reached his maximum service time and retired to full honors. Arne carried all with him with pride. His father, and his achievements, have always been what he striven to reach. Now that there is a clear, and defined, goal ahead of him, Arne can do everything in his power to make his father proud.

Or so he thought.

On one sunny morning, an order came down from command that Arne and his squadron is to set out in pursuit of a company of rogue privateers that have since been labeled pirates. Arne, being the dutiful officer that he is, accepted the mission without hesitate and tasked his crew to embark posthaste. Aboard the HMS Thunder Waves, the flagship in the newest Zephyr-Class warship, Arne and his crew spearheaded the chase of this rogue privateer. One thing of note is that the mission did not disclose the name of the privateer or his ship. They were simply given an order to pursuit any ships that flew the black. During the mission, Arne operated efficiently, albeit all with a sense of unease, like he was doing something wrong.

After two weeks at sea, Arne receives a message from another ship in the squadron that they had spotted three ships, all flying the black. Arne gave the command to set course to pursue the trio of pirate ships and his crew sprang into action. Over the next two days, the HMS Thunder Waves and her squadron made up for lost time and were now in range to fire upon the rogue ships. Arne fired a volley of warning shots, hoping that the ships would slow and surrender themselves. When that did not happen, Arne gave the order to make the necessary adjustments and prepare to fire. Just then. The three ships being pursues simultaneously lowered their flags and raised a white flag on their main mast. Arne gathered nine of his best fighters and left the HMS Thunder Waves in the command of his first mate before boarding a dingy to set out to parlay with the pirates.

What he would see when he reached the other party would shock him. It was his uncle, Halfdan Agnarrson, leading the pirated. Arne and his team were lead aboard the Sun Howler to treatise and come to terms. However, Halfdan gave Arne his side of the story, of how the Royal Family grew tired of how wealthy Halfdan had gotten with his royal commission and simply wanted him gone. That Arne is now faced with a decision. Arne can fight him and his crew, potentially win, and accomplishing him missions, But in order to do that he'd have to kill his own blood. Or, he can join him and become a pirate, living freely of any shackles in doing so. Arne of course declined and continued to try to reason with his uncle, that him and his crew should return to port with Arne and all will be sorted with the Royal Family. Halfdan laughed at how naive his nephew was and made the first move. Halfdan's crew snuck up and gave a swift stab to any unsuspecting naval crew and was able to dispatch any remaining. Arne, shocked to his core, drew his standard issue cutlass and prepared to fight to the death. Instead, with one hand gesture, Halfdan stood his crew down and let Arne leave. Halfdan told Arne to think upon his words and actions, and see the light of what the Royal Family really is about.

Arne made it back to the HMS Thunder Waves and gave the command to pursue the pirates with everything they had. However, in the delay of Arne rowing himself back to his ship, the pirates caught the easterlies and disappeared behind the setting sun. Dejected, having lost the lives of 9 of his crew, Arne called off the pursuit and returned to port. The Royal Family of course did not take kindly to their mission being failed and came down hard on Arne. Arne, being who he is, shouldered the blame of everything and made certain that his crew were only very lightly reprimanded, if at all. Through it all, Arne was was placed on an indefinite leave without pay, and even his own father had his pensions reduced to that of an captain for 6 months as punishment. Arne tried to explain what happened, the choices he faced and the information he was given by his uncle. Ragnar tried his best to understand, but his sense of justice did not allow him. He saw this family as the biggest stain on the family, even more than his own younger brother essentially turning to piracy. He disowned Arne, despite the pleadings of Arne's mother and sister.

Devastated, Arne left home. All he had with him with whatever monies he had on him and the uniform that he wore that faithful day. Arne spent the next 6 months drifting from port to port, not being accepted by neither side of the coin. The freefolk saw him as a officer of the law and the common folk saw him as a disgraced officer. This turn of events turned his heart to ice, made him realize what his uncle told him that day was the truth, that the Royal Family would squeeze every drop of usefulness out of someone then they're simply discarded without second thought. Everything he has done for them meant nothing.

He tore apart what remained of his naval uniform and burned it. He vowed to take down the Royal Family. It was no longer "One For All" for Arne.

He used what he had available to him, that being knowledge of the Royal Navy and their strategic position, and bargained his way aboard the Remembrance. Fighting, pillaging, and redistributing whatever loot he came across, this is now his mission. Never again shall the Royal Family use him for their benefit. Now, he shall be the biggest thorn on their side.

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Questionaire

Questionnaire

History
Did you grow up nurtured or neglected?: Nurtured
When you were upset, where was your sanctuary?: My room, but now the Crow's Nest on a ship
What were you like in your teenage years?: I don't want to talk about it
How close are you to your parents?: He disowned me. I don't know how my mother and sister are doing
Do you have any trauma that haunts you?: No
What advice would you give your younger self?: Never trust the Royal Family. They don't care about you
Were you an obedient child or defiant?: Obedient
What is your biggest regret?: Having to face my father that one day

Romance
We don't need to talk about this

Personality
Describe your ideal Sunday morning:... Really?
What kind of person do you aspire to be?:...
What bad habits do you have?:Whatever you think are bad habits, I probably do it
If you could go back in time and change anything in your past, what would it be?:Fuck off
What is your greatest fear?:...
What are your pet peeves?:People with too many questions
When you are in a sour mood, do you like to be alone or with others?:What do you think?
Are you more likely to fight with your fists or your tongue?:Sword, pistol, fists

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It's Munir and Mina. What did you think was going to be said here? Mature content warning!

"It is a promise of a threat, my love. I promise that my threat of ravaging you will come true..." Munir whispered back. As Munir returned to his bed chamber with an arm full of clothing items, he started to parse through them and hanging them on various surfaces around his room. Soon enough,, the backs of most chairs in his room were covered in various pieces of season-appropriate clothing items. "I'm going to assume my dear Hakim went to your ladies in waiting and told them we're going out... These are far too vibrant for him. I'm sure he had no hands in the choosing of these items... Though. I must say. These all look awfully nice... Just that they might look better if they had slipped off your shoulders onto the floor instead of being hung on these chairs..." Munir said in jest, stroking the fabric with his thumb and index finger.

"And what do you mean owe you one? Like you would stop at just one..." Munir said as he walked up behind her and wrapped an arm around her waist, allowing some of his weight to fall on her as he rested his head on her shoulders "We both know I'm not the only one that woke up with an appetite..." Munir said, once again whispering in Mina's ear.

Mina told him to stay and help her change. The intimate nature of that request is pushing him to the edge of his control, and he is already serious contemplating acting on his more primal desires when Mina stepped from him, and allowed his shirt to fall off of her shoulders and pool at her feet. The way the sun peeked through the half open shutters and the way it illuminated the small hairs on Mina's flawless skin was the last straw. He took in the sight in front of him. It was as if the Sun God took a piece of clay and molded this woman in front of him. How can a creature of God be so striking? Munir bit at his bottom lip and shook his head ever so slightly as he walked slowly up to her "You're tempting fate, my love... You're tempting fate at this point." With one arm behind Mina's lower back, Munir pulled Mina to him so they were face to face.

ehehe

Mina would feel Munir's manhood react how it was supposed to react, pressing against her garden through his trousers

"You wanted this, didn't you?" Munir said before he quickly spun Mina around so her back was facing him and he swiftly gave her backside a crisp smack.

"But am I such a weak man that you think I'd take you right here and then? Normally, yes I would. I won't deny it. I want you. All of you. But. I also want to show you off. I want the world to see us together and be jealous. I want them to be envious of us. So get dressed, so we can get breakfast. Then I'll have you as dessert with the sound of rain drowning your screams of pleasure." Munir said confidently, in an almost commanding tone before he gave her a wink and found a chair to sit down, ready to enjoy the show.

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Mature content ahead. Readers beware

"Whore of Varian? Nonsense. The Jewel of Varian more like. There are no whores here. And believe you me, I've seen my share of...let's just say working women..." Munir replied as he sat down to Mina's self-deprecating comment. Whatever the public perception of Mina is, Munir will have none of it. Sure, Mina has a past, but so does he. In fact, who doesn't? It is not the past that should define a person, but their present and future that should be looked at to define them.

"Also. Don't think I didn't see what you did just now..." Munir said, wrapping an arm around Mina's waist and giving her side a playful squeeze. Leaning every so close to her cheek, he whispered to her, voice low but full of primal desire "If you don't stop toying with me, we won't have a chance to make it to breakfast... or perhaps even lunch...As ravenous as my appetite is for you." Munir finished with a slight growl to hiss voice as he gently bit down on Mina's earlobe before clutching Mina by her shoulders and pressing her down onto the bed, allowing himself to hover above her, hair tumbling down from his shoulder and hung loosely in front of his chest. The morning sun basked the pair in warmth and it made Mina even more radiant than usual. The sight of her drove him wild. He knows he should contain himself but in that moment he decided to throw his caution, and sense of time, to the winds. He grabbed the collar of the shirt Mina was wearing and pulled it roughly, leaving the crook of Mina's neck and upper shoulder exposed. He leaned down, breath hot with desire. Just as he was about to plant his lips against Mina's skin, there was a rapping at his chamber doors.

An annoyed growl escaped Munir's throat. "This had better be important otherwise whoever you are, you're dead. What is it?" Munir said in a cold tone. "Pardon me, my lord, my lady. I have gathered some clothing for Lady Blackwood." Hakim replied. "Hakim. You're lucky I like you. Wait there." Munir replied to his retainer, tone shifting to a softer one. Whispering to Mina, he said "I suppose the Gods want me to wait to ravage you..." Munir shifted slightly, allowing himself to give Mina a deep, passionate kiss before he slipped off the bed once more and collecting the clothing Hakim had brought back. "Now, please prepare the carriage and three horses. The lady and I will be visiting some local spots this morning." "Certainly my lord. The weather calls for rain, should I prepare for that? "Yes. Once you've prepared the horses, wait for us at the gate. Thank you, and fuck you for ruining my breakfast." Munir and Hakim smirked at each other before Hakim offered his lord a bow and quickly moved on to his next task.

Turning, Munir closed the door behind him and brought the items of clothing into his bed chamber and set them on his dressing counter, slightly beneath his polished bronze mirror. "Bertha's then. I supposed you'd want me to step out while you changed?...Or..." Munir said, once again testing his boundaries with Mina.

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They kissed. Perhaps seriously for the first time. Munir definitely took the moment and savored it. It was truly as cliche as all the storytellers in the markets of Alidasht would make it. Fireworks went off. Sparks flew. Everything of that sort. Of course, all of this took place in Munir's mind and not in actuality.

"Love sickness eh. Perhaps. And you, my moon and stars, would be the only cure. You and your sweet kiss." Munir said as he took his time and savored the lingering kiss. This was just his way of easing the tension from the moment. The way he knew best. Making light and making a joke of everything has always been his toughest armor. Nothing could hurt him if he can just laugh in the face of their danger. Mina's discovery about herself. Munir of course took it to heart. He knows how his people views magic and the occult. He knows how the royal court would see it. If he marries her, he is relinquishing his claim to the throne. Their children would be outcasts of society, rather than pampered nobility. If his brother doesn't sire children, the bloodline may die with him...

None of that matters in this moment. He has finally found someone worthy being better for. Worth fighting for. And by the Sun God he is going to fight for her, to fight alongside her. People from far and wide will know who she really is. He will use every bit of resource, every bit of connect , that he may have to find a solution to whatever has plagued her, so long as he breathes.

Of course he says none of this to Mina. She doesn't need to know the effort he is putting in for her. That would so unlike a man. A man should simply deliver solutions to problems and not talk about the way they had to put in to get to the solution. After all, society doesn't care what one has done in order to reach their station or status. Just that the man has the station and status to be revered. Why would this be any different.

"Mmmm. As mush as I would like to simply stay in bed and enjoy your company... I think going out and doing something would be a lovely idea. I need to let all of your would be suitors know that they have serious competition... I will have Hakim fetch your clothes for you. Unless you want to wear my linen shirt for the rest of the day... Munir took a slight pause before leaning closer to her and whispered "And continue to test my resolve against throwing you against this bed and tearing that linen shirt off of you... Munir moved back a small bit with a smirk on his face and continued "So stay, let me have Hakim go connect with your ladies-in-waiting and bring some clothing appropriate for being out and doing things." With that, Munir gave Mina a quick kiss on the cheek and slipped out of bed, walking to the door of his bed chamber and disappearing for a moment.

Munir would find his loyal friend at his post, a small room found in between his own bedchamber and the entrance to the suite in general. Leaving Hakim with some simple instructions, Munir sent his retainer to his first task of the day before returning to his bedchamber.

"So, my love, what would you want to do today? I have some ideas but I would like to hear yours first.' The morning sun shone off of Munir's undressed torso, his hair tied only loosely into a ponytail. Munir slowly walked back and sat down on the bed with Mina and waited for her ideas of what they should do for the day.