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When Royalty Collides ~Closed~

phew, finally, Casimir's post is made.

When Royalty Collides ~Closed~

Casimir Antik D'strad

Casimir's Canon Voice

:::WARNING:::
NSFW CONTENT

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Pulling up to the luxurious castle, a white limousine stopped before the front steps of the Aciras palace. An attending valet rushed forward to open the door and out stepped... an older, dark skinned gentlemen who held a long white box at his sides. Deriez Cathhoc sighed deeply and looked pointedly at the guard's and valet's confusion. As he contemplated his predicament, another limosine, this one black, pulled up just behind the white one. He looked to the guards after taking note of the second car's arrival.

Earlier, Deriez sat across from Casimir who boredly had crossed his legs and stared out the window of the limo's tinted windows. He had to admit, the prince of Ortha had been oddly quiet for once. Casimir bounced his leg impatiently, tightly holding onto the white package on his relaxed, high waisted red trousers that ended in a large black sash across his abdomen, giving a hint of his highly sculpted abdomen beneath. Over that, he merely wore a long sleeved golden-colored jacket that nicely complemented his olive skin tone but left his chest and pectorals open to the space uncovered between his pants and open overcoat. At Casimir's side, hooked through one of his belt loops was a bright crimson scarf of sorts, a free hanging cloth that draped at his side at all times. His eyeliner, as always, was on point. As soon as the Aciras palace was in sight, Casimir bolted upright, putting both feet down.

"I have an idea!" His green eyes were wide with excitement that had been buried under a stack of boredom for the few hours they'd been travelling, first by plane and now by limo. Deriez's response was short and cutting.

"No."

"Wha-? You don't know what I was going to say--"

"Is it the plan you told me about last night?"

Casimir went silent as his advisor crossed his arms, looking at the Prince with a nonsense-free air. "Yes, that's what I thought." Deriez turned his head to look out the window as well. A moment of silence later, Casimir spoke up.

"I'm going to do it."

"You will not."

"I'm telling you, slow down the limo right now."

"Your majesty--" Deriez started to scold the Prince with a sigh. At that moment Casimir opened the door of the moving limo as it was a passing inside of the palace gates and bailed out, tucking and rolling in his fine clothing. Deriez nearly had a heart attack as he jumped up, slamming the limo door closed and sticking his head out the window to note Casimir popping himself up and dashing into the bushes towards the back of the palace. "Oh my god." Deriez practically wheezed as he sat himself back down, taking his phone and putting in a number. He raised the phone to his ear, adjusting his glasses.

"Yes, hello, May I speak to the captain of the Aciras royal guard? It's the Prince of Ortha's advisor, Deriez... Yes, please don't kill him, he's not an intruder..."

Right at that moment, Casimir jogged around the castle and found what he was looking for, a rose ladder extending to the second floor. With a grin, his eyes gleaming, he hopped up and slid his fingers through the thick wood and began making the climb. He was so excited that he lost his footing at one point and would have fallen half a story down had it not been for his hand actually getting stuck. With a slightly panicked grunt, he flailed his way back onto the ladder and let out a sigh of relief when he regained his position. Looking back up to the window, he continued his climb. Half not believing his luck and half knowing it would work out a it had, Casimir gently pushed open the window and slipped inside to a luxurious bathroom. He nearly ran out of the room but hopped on one foot in the doorway as he skid to a stop. He walked to the mirror, double checking that his clothes weren't dirty or anything from his bail out and doing a fast rework of his eye liner to ensure its prominence. Satisfied, Casimir slid his eyeliner back into his pocket and grinned at his reflection.

"Showtime."

Having asked for and memorizing a map of the layout of Aciras palace back at Ortha, Casimir quickly found the long banister staircase that overlooked the area in which everyone mingled and hung around. He grinned from ear to ear as he stood at the top of said staircase and extended his arms to his sides, his voice carrying all around thanks to the acoustics in the room.

"Your Majesty's!"

He took a look around the room, hoping he had ensnared everyone's most likely confused attention. Keeping his arms extended at his sides he began to descend the staircase. The colorful garment attached at his hip gave him an attractive asymmetrical silhouette, his open arms exposing more of his bare chest and upper abdomen. As he descended, Deriez came in through the front door with an unamused expression.

"I come with a small gift for all of you in celebration of this most... enticing of meetups."

He gave a breathy chuckle as he reached the bottom of the stairs, hands on his hips with confidence as he looked around to everyone in the room, noting the beautiful Isobel, the mysterious Sade, and many, many other attractive men and women all waiting to open their hearts. His gaze at last fell on Mai Mei, and his face lit up like a child on christmas. Before addressing her, he turned his attention back to everyone else.

"I offer to you my personal handmaidens and men for our stay here in Aciras. They are yours to do with as you please over the next three months. You may refuse them if you wish, they are but a gift after all." He laughed a bit more heartily at that, his joke of course being that refusing any gift from any country would be a slap-of-the-face insult and turning down gifts would be horribly offensive. As he spoke, several well dressed handmaids and men filed into the door, having been the contents of the second limo that had followed Casimir and Deriez. They filtered through before appearing before all the gathered participants, bowing or curtseying formally to their assigned prince or princess. The maidens and men that had an assigned participant that hadn't arrived yet stayed near the door with their hands clasped, smiles on their faces. With his introduction over, instead of going to the King and Queen of Aciras, he turned towards Mai Mei and strode with purpose to her. His pointed-toe boots gave a small echoing footfall each time he rocked over his heel as he stopped before her and bowed, picking up her hand in his own and giving it a gentle kiss.

"Lady Rose," He murmured, looking up at her from where he was bowed, his lips still hovering over her hand as he gingerly let it go. With an eyeroll, Deriez stepped forward and handed the white package over to Casimir, who took it with a small nod. "For you, I not only have a handmaiden but a small present I commissioned from Ortha's finest silk weavers. . ."

Casimir's strong hand were placed over the long, white box and lifted up the top. Within, he brandished what appeared to be a crimson and black lace parasol. The lace itself, upon further inspection, was delicate Orthan silk woven to give the appearance of lace. He passed to her the box, his smile mildly melancholic as he looked at her face for her reaction.

"It is a shame you are not my betrothed," His voice purred quietly, his green eyes half closed as his head tilted to the side. "But I take comfort in knowing... I may be able to protect you from harming your delicate skin in the sunlight." Casimir chuckled softly, his eyes then looking over to find whom she'd been talking to. His eyes widened and he smiled at Feora.

"Lady Feora," His eyes met hers, turning himself slightly towards her. "We finally meet."

Tears of Ameratsu [Feudal Fantasy Japan] [Seven Samurai/Lord of The Rings inspired]

Toshiro, Oni of the Verdant Storm

Name: Toshiro Kubota, Oni of the Verdant Storm
Age: Unknown, seems to be somewhere between 30 and 50
Race: Human corpse that's kept from decaying by the spirit of an Oni
Gender: Male

Appearance:

Weapon(s): Toshiro carries a long hilted tanto with him - obviously it used to be a katana, the blade of which was broken.

Class: Mage

Bio: It is told that the clan Kubota were both skilled swordsmen and powerful mages to boot. Some stories however are not true. Admittedly in the past some of the swordsmen of the clan were quite adept at magic as well, but it was nothing in comparison to the stories told of them.

Toshiro had never believed the stories. He had been a swordsman of adequate skill, surviving many duels and fighting several battles. Then he fought an Oni. The battle was worthy of at least a small anecdote. Toshiro was at the time carrying the clan Kubota's ancestral blade - the so called 'Spiritflayer' - as his personal weapon due to being the oldest of the daimyo's sons. Unfortunately the magic of the Oni was stronger than what ever power Spiritflayer held. Or so it seemed. The unnervingly green lightning of the Oni ran through the blade and the man holding it, but not before the swordsman managed to score a killing blow.

It has been said that the Spiritflayer could drain your opponent's life force to your body and definitely drain some lifeforce it did. When Toshiro got back on his feet he was no longer himself. The burns around his body had healed themselves, but... No, there was only the Oni of the Verdant Storm. Still he needed a name. What little still remained of the swordsman's fading consciousness gave the Oni just about enough information. He would be Tatsuo Kubota. Though the Spiritflayer was now broken he still picked it up and placed it to the broken scabbard before walking away from the battlefield.

The Kubota clan was after some time slain to a man - though not by the hand of Toshiro, in truth he had only made a very brief visit to the clan's lands - not to kill anyone or anything like that. He had just left his charred and badly battle damaged armor there - of course he could have just discarded the armor to some forest, but maybe there were just few lingering vestiges of the consciousness of the original man still lingering.

For several years Toshiro has been more or less just wandering around the lands and been working all kinds of odd jobs for the highest bidder.

Special Ability:

Beauty of the Emerald Lighting and Wrath of the Verdant Storm

Toshiro's main offensive ability is what he calls Emerald Lightning - which as the name would suggest manifests as emerald green bolts of lightning from his fingertips, or if the weather conditions allow it he calls upon the powers of his namesake Verdant Storms down from the heavens to strike at his foes.

Misc: Though Toshiro's body needs neither food or even rest that much the Oni inhabiting the body must spend time in meditation to keep the body from rotting and with full mobility.

@Marcus XVI

eeeeyyyy now he's lookin' spiffy!

When Royalty Collides ~Closed~

@Neno 1445@ayzrules@HaleyTheRandom

omigosh, you're all so sweet ;u; okay okay no worries i'll have a post up today

When Royalty Collides ~Closed~

I'll try to get a post up today. Honestly though, the size of the rp now is making me hesitate.

Tears of Ameratsu [Feudal Fantasy Japan] [Seven Samurai/Lord of The Rings inspired]

@Marcus XVI HHHHHhhhhhhhh *holds up Tatsuji* HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHFIRE

I urge you to look at the character sheets thus far please; Fire is already incorporated as my character thing...

Tears of Ameratsu [Feudal Fantasy Japan] [Seven Samurai/Lord of The Rings inspired]

so uh

I stumbled across this today. The flame demon is 100% canon voice for Tatsuji. (Echo and all bc mask)



Bless Yandere Simulator and the spin off game. I adore this Flame Demon. For the record, that speech is something I imagine Tatsuji has had to say before.

"Do I have fiends in my hands?! Do I have fiends for a head?! NO! I have flames! I am the flame demon! Get it right!"

Tears of Ameratsu [Feudal Fantasy Japan] [Seven Samurai/Lord of The Rings inspired]

@Stitchestechnically, none of them know each other though. If we didn't refer to them vaguely, it wouldn't be in character. That being said, a more descriptive approach would be beneficial. Such as "the short, pointy toothed oni woman" or "the red parasol bearing oni" etc.

Tears of Ameratsu [Feudal Fantasy Japan] [Seven Samurai/Lord of The Rings inspired]

Hideaki Tatsuji

@Arthanus@CGinger@LovelyAnastasia@Leodiensian

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The mask on the 7'6" demon betrayed nothing at the incoming slew of monsters that suddenly barraged towards them as the sequel to the appearance of a young boy and his noble samurai helmet. As chaos quickly ensued, Tatsuji quickly slung off the back of his clydesdale and hit her on the rump towards the direction of the caravan to get her hopefully out of the way. As his steed hurried away, terrified by the gruesome creatures lurching around them, his swords were drawn. A certain commanding voice rang in his head, which is why when he turned his head to the one eyed oni that had been silently following them--Tatsuji had mildly wondered at one point if he was truly among their team or if he was just following them for the sake of doing so--met his blade to the claws of one of the creatures. With a grunt, Tatsuji sprang forward with two blades drawn, his Wakizashi bouncing on his hip as he ran, the beast having been knocked back by the power of Lyn's blow. The dark chocolate skin on the rippling muscles of his arms shimmered in the light of Tatsuji's fire as the came around on either side of the much thinner oni, his body briefly spooning Tamotsu's from behind as his two blades impaled the eyes of the opposing creature attempting to take a strike at the one eye'd oni. Blood gushed from his two heated blades as the much larger, more muscular oni vaulted over Tamotsu and onto the shoulders the creature who shrieked, falling backwards with Tasuji crouched on his muscular form while he removed his offensive blades from the garish beast's face. Kicking off of the falling creature before it hit the ground, Tatsuji rolled in the direction of the Caravan, his palm hitting flat on the ground.

Despite being so large and muscular, so technically impractical in attire with human-sized samurai armor bound to his body as best as he could have possibly equip them, there was no doubt that this otherwise brutish appearing oni moved with all the grace and precision of a highly trained samurai. The dust still hadn't settled when he turned his attention to the caravan that had been carefully put back into place by the oni who had enchanted him entirely. When he noticed a beast lunging out for her, it wasn't from doubt of her abilities that he once again leapt forward, his blades drawn out to his sides as the fire oni slammed his body weight into the 10 foot tall monster. The momentum carried their bodies to the edge of the wide road where they both fell over to the steep cliff's edge. Tatsuji instinctively leapt out a clawed hand, still managing to take hold of his blades, and managed to catch the edge of the cliff. The creature, on the other hand, scrambled and thrust its hand out, its claws raking down Tatsuji's thick Oni skin and then finding a grip on his thick, muscular leg as it snarled. The cut had elicited a groan from the fire oni as he jutted his chin upwards, sensing he would not be able to deal with the situation without needing to let go of the ledge to the steep drop below. The option to climb the few dozen feet back up would be simple, were it not for the At this moment, he recalled the pirate singing the shanty above and his talents. Thus, he called out to him in the only name he knew for the human.

"Mikaboshi!"

Tears of Ameratsu [Feudal Fantasy Japan] [Seven Samurai/Lord of The Rings inspired]

I suppose I'll get a post up soon.