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🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Kazumin Nagasa

Time: 28th, Evening
Location: Edin Theater
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Mentions: @princess Anastasia/Ani @Funnyguy Lorenzo, @Potter Seph/Olivia/Percy


With the closing of the curtains came a round of applause further amplified by the staff joining in. And amidst all the clapping, a low raspy wheeze gasped from the hunched-over figure slowly lumbering his way. A hand extended reaching blindly at the air, his head hanging low as the clapping drowned out the panting wheeze.

“ Wa–wuh– *wheeze* ter!” The figure rasped out pitifully like a dying beast.

And yet on they clapped and cheered… almost mocking him, were that he was able to revel in it but there was only one thing on his mind.

Then his hand finally grasped hold of something; a quick inspection revealing it to be some staff’s shoulder pad. There was a small tilt of the head to see the man’s mouth moving, but all he could hear was clapping.

Gods the clapping!

“ W-wa–wuh--!” Gasping out with a coughing wheeze, Kazu sprung his head up only to have those around cringe back in shock from his sudden shout. But, more specifically his face appeared an almost melted glob of sweat and smudge make-up, and his eyes much like his body twitched erratically as the other hand clutched at his chest above his heart.

A look of confusion on the stranger’s face at the exclamation.” A wha? I’m sorry fella, but you got to el-”

Cut off by the hand on the shoulder suddenly shifting downward to grab at the neck sleeve to pull himself closer.” W-Water Blast it! Clapping…stop the clapping…fucking drums…get me water for Pete’s sake! Pounding like drums!” Kazu finally mustered out after managing a gulp of air.

The effort nearly caused him to collapse had the man not stepped forward to hold him up. In doing so, he would feel the farmhand’s heart was pounding erratically as if someone were pounding drums beneath his chest. Every loud clap another vicious drum towards having it explode from his chest.

Now that the state of distress was discovered, those who could quickly scramble to get the wheezing blonde water—and plenty of it.

Almost two minutes passed before a stagehand came running as quickly as they could with a big jug of water and reaching it to his extended hands followed by a loud splashing.

*Gulp Gulp Gulp*

Kazu drank deeply and greedily, having it splash down his face and drench him, the soothing elixir cooling his body and the boundless excitement beneath his now aching chest… course at this point what wasn’t aching on his body?

“ What in the..-that must have been some thirst you worked up there. Are you alright?”

*GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASP*

The deepest gasp he could manage.” I can breathe! Fuck! “ Kazu panted out in relief, no longer feeling like he was suffocating.” Wheeeeew…hahaha! Got damn, guessin it was all dat hoppin around..and coffee…think they enjoyed the show?” Turning his attention to the gathered crowd staring at him with mixed confusion and concern.

“ Is that a no? I admit it wasn’t my best on short notice, but you try jumping and spinning while going through a big coffee hyperdose. You got any idea of the pain on the joints moving like a puppet is?” Strained to lift his arms up only for them to flop to his side, the last of his strength used to guzzle water.” Not to mention the faceplantin..don’t see anyone else willingly kissing the stage for their performance.” Kazu said while attempting an angry pose. His body refused to listen.

“ Tch..just envision me glaring with my arms crossed..but then again you brought me the water so I su-”

The guy who helped him stand placed a hand on his shoulder to cease his rambling.” You misunderstand, the crowd seemed to have enjoyed it. Don’t you hear the clapping?”

Kazu with a confused arch of the brow soon a look of understanding, where he then pinched his nose and with a strong inward blowing puff of his cheeks until..pop!” Ahh..so the clapping wasn’t just from my chest then?!” His grouchy demeanor instantly perked up with a wide smile.

Now that his body was no longer threatening to go boom, Kazu allowed the last bit of clapping to wash over him, like being doused in a wave of aloe vera.

Though for a brief moment, amidst all the praise; a certain king’s unexpected praise sent a spine-tingling chill to tremble through his body ending with a feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach, as if an impossibly chilly door opened behind him, an ominous unseen forboding sense lurking just off in the darkness behind it.

A chilly rub of his arms, figuring it to be a bit of shock from cooling his body down so quickly, gave a dismissive shrug of the shoulders.” I got a theater to clap for a cheaply made dancing puppet. Not bad for this farmhand, can’t wait to tell the folks back at ho-” Trailing mid-way of his bit of showboating, his smile faltering, cursing himself for bringing them up now of all times.

“ You sure you ok? Seems like you pushed yourself too hard…maybe hit your head a bit too hard on one of the falls? Might be good to get you to the infirmary or take a seat with all…whatever you may be going through, sir.” The same stranger had stepped over as he spoke, doubting the man could hardly stand, and had moved closer to offer help if needed.

An offer Kazu took without hesitation, limply flinging his left arm over the guy’s shoulder.” No no no! No need, just..just overwhelmed is all.” A forced wide grin and awkward laugh, thankful for the kind input putting an end to his family fretting spiral.

“ Just not used to such applause, is all. But It wasn’t just me, it was a team effort so all those claps aren’t just for me. Naw, they’re for everyone here too..you too, er..” Turning his attention to the man he was hugging in a chummy manner, motioning to introduce himself.

“ Oh! That’s Glenn, sir..Glenn Smitty. And I couldn’t just sit back when a fella is….dying of thirst?” Glenn introduced with a chuckle, a touch of waryness at the blonde’s manic energy, was this guy living coffee and just didn’t know?

A friendly pat against Glenn’s chest by his right hand.” Good to meet ya, Glenn Smitty, by the way.” His face suddenly appeared close, eyes squinting.” None of that sir crap. That’s Kazumin or Kazu to you, my new pal.”

“ Er..pal? I don’t…”

“ Stick with me Glenn, for that was merely the beginning. This puppet’s story is far from over, but he can’t do it without you. Without all of you!” He called out vigorously to the staff.” Were it not for each of you, I..no..none may make the stage truly their own without a good crew behind it. They, the audience may not see it, but I do, even when flung on the blue with a dance play as I did. Y’all still managed to help me to deliver the best damn performance this meager body could! So clap not just for me, but for all of us and performers alike!”

Kazu attempted to stand in a cool, dramatic pose while pointing at the ceiling to finish his inspiring speech of thanks. Instead clung to Glenn staring upward seriously.

“ I-I…um, we appreciate..”

“ Psst..Glenn…make me look like I’m clapping or I’ll look like an idiot…well more of an idiot.” Whispered Kazu.

An incredulous look from the stagehand as the crowd who, while appreciating the speech, weren’t sure what to do. With a shrug of Glenn’s shoulder and a tired sigh, reluctantly moved Kazu’s limp arms miming him clapping.

Seeing this, the crowd awkwardly clapped along.

“ Aye, you’re all amazing, truly! I look forward to working with you all again and next time we will go bigger and harder! Till this theater trembles in the wake of the most explosive performance yet!” The cowlicked blonde claimed boisterously; despite his aching exhaustion, the man’s enthusiasm showed no sign of relenting, merely hampered by all the strife and stress.

A slow, steadying inhale from Kazu turning his gaze towards the curtains, the stage lie past them and the countless unseen faces.” Do you see it, Glenn?”

A curious tilt of the head.” See what? The curtains? Look, Mr. Kazumin, the next performance will b-”

“ I see a story. A story unfolding that shakes this very kingdom. You, I…all of us in this theater..nay everyone in this whole blasted kingdom working together to weave a tale of such epic proportions, the whole world will feel its magnitude. The land itself shall quake with thunderous applause that the heavens are drowned amidst our cheers and tears.” Kazu’s eyes all but sparkled, lost in his outrageous fantasizing, mind brimming with ideas to tell the biggest story possible.

And much as he hated the things Calbert had done to torture him or to admit it. The grief and pain fueled his motivation. His dance here may have started as an outlet to vent; now saw a way to not only screw with Calby, but to give everyone a damn good show on top of it.

Shortly after, the announcement of Lorenzo on stage would be heard.” Ooh! But enough of that, no way I’m missing the duke’s poem.” Excitement filled him, but sadly not enough to walk.” Dang it…erm, Glenn. Mind doing me one last favor? Please?” Giving a pretty please smile.

“ I really should get back to work, Mr Kazumin. Maybe you should just take it easy back here-”

His right hand shot up to cut him off.” It’s nothing big, really. Just need ya to carry me to the end of the curtain. I can hang on and watch from there, I’ll not be in the way.” A bigger pleading smile.

An annoyed exhale and pinching of the nose.” Don’t think that’s a good idea. Here, why don’t we p-”

Again cut off, this time by Kazu roughly grabbing at his necksleeve once more.” Sorry for the harshness, Glenn. But either you carry me or I’ll claw my way there. If you think I’m gonna miss the duke’s and Ani’s performance after the princess’s amazing kindness even afforded me such opportunity to be here..you gonna have to toss me out otherwise.” Kazu stated with promise.

Glenn, taken aback by Kazumin’s abrupt aggressive confrontation, stared back with surprised shock.” W-What? There’s no need to get so drastic. Besides, there’s no way you’d try that in your state. Le-”

His attempt to guide Kazu would be met with air as Kazu had started to let his body slide down to the ground, but was caught mid-way.” You can’t be seriously trying-”

A sharp head turn and fierce gaze from Kazu.” Want to bet?” A challenging glare.

A reluctant grunt of defeat, Glenn hoisted back up to his feet.” Fine Fine! But you better not disturb anyone else.” Shaking his head, the man helped carry Kazumin to the right side end of the stage where Lorenzo could be seen standing atop the stage.

Then with a grunt and a small hop, Kazu jumped onto the nearby curtain to hold onto.” You’re a real good one Glenn. Many thanks and know going forward, I want it known that Glenn Smitty is my lead stagehand. Together, we will make a tale for the ages.” He finished with a thumbs up.

Rolling his eyes with another small shake of the head.” Right. Sure, sure. I got to get back to work. You just..hang here and don’t cause trouble.” Glenn warned with a stern look. After a quick check that he was fine, would depart to resume his tasks.

Waving to the departed stagehand, Kazu turned his attention to the stage, where Lorenzo was in the middle of some speech.” Whew, didn’t miss it.” Leaning forward in anticipation.

“They could not even share the stage with a young man who was likely raised on a farm! And don't even allow me mention the young lord, Drake Edwards…”

*Gasp*

* Raised on a farm?? That’s me! Lorenzo acknowledged me!* Thought Kazu grinning, unbothered by the fact the duke had insulted the performers and even challenged them.

Were his body not feeling like silly putty, he might have stomped right onto that stage much like he did and accepted it, but he already had his moment.* Yes! Yes! This is the way of the stage!* Spurn on all the more to hear the man’s poem and wow us with just his words. And someday hoped to follow through with a proper challenge.

That had only been the beginning, however, for the duke had invited Princess Ani to join on the stage. This left Kazu floored with surprise and excitement at the chance to see the prince and duke performing together.

Even before they started, already felt outshined.* Hmph, that’s cheating but damn it who cares!* A hint of jealousy as he waited with abated breath, only to cover his mouth to keep from laughing at the way the princess stomped her way onto the stage, seemingly not so approving of the insults.

Once the exchange between the two was finished, most likely discussing what they were going to do, the mood of the room quieted in preparation, and then the dour cello music filled its space with its dark melody.

Closing his eyes, Kazu hugging the curtains, allowed himself to be enveloped and engrossed in Ani’s music blending with Lorenzo’s poem, each word spoken with such conviction and emotions.

The duke spoke of love, but his words, he could only sense pain and sadness. A man who had suffered a heartbreaking loss and as he went on, it was apparent he had been unable to move on. How he exemplified love as a drug; and like any drug, can lead to addiction. An addiction that ruined countless like the man standing before us.

The splendors and wonders of love, but the dangers of it too. A boon. A poison. And how it can bring one immense joy, but if careless, can be one’s curse.

For Kazu, who seldom held thoughts on the topic of love, struggled to understand and relate to the sorrowful meaning of his words. But the way the words flowed out, enhanced by Ani’s playing gave him a glimpse into what it could only feel like to have endured such loss.

His mind found its way to his family, to Percy, his right hand clutching at his chest. For a moment he felt like he was back there at the tree, the suffocating atmosphere when he thought they were…

How suffocating that had been for him already… the idea of losing someone he loved fully….

Images of Calbert and the pinned dolls flashed in his head, both hands clutching together as his chest felt as if being compressed.

The tightness worsened until Kazu finally managed to shake off the unpleasant visages.

No. He can’t be concerned about such things, not as long as Calbert and Marek loomed over their heads. He couldn’t risk giving the bastard another target; a weakness he would crumble to.

A bitter thought to have, but needed as Kazu knew that a lone farmhand with nothing against nobles who have everything. Survival alone would prove nigh impossible for someone of his status.* Not too far from an unwanted puppet.* Kazu chuckled darkly to himself.

When Lorenzo’s poem was finished, Kazu applauded, still trembling from the onslaught of emotion that hit him. Though he felt the poem more so a careful warning of love, Kazu still could not help but feel a bit envious of the duke as one thing was clear.

The man’s love for his wife was truly genuine. Something which a lot of nobles failed to share with their arranged marriages and treating their children as nothing more than pawns to further the line.

Not that he was to talk, having no experience with it himself. It made his respect for Lorenzo rise and saddened at the way the people treated him like a jester, a clown. There, he could relate, and for him, either to be a jester or to be invisible. Such was the life of peasants. A life of unimportance; of boredom; meant only to serve, to be seen and not heard.

Shaking his head to cease the bitter reminders of his place, not wanting to let them ruin the duke's amazingly heartfelt and heartbreaking poem. Certainly not so with the princess now about to perform.

A quick slap to his face to get him out of that dreary headspace.* Enough of that. Princess Ani needs our undivided attention.* A sharp exhale, he turned his focus to the stage.

And hearing her talk of possibly doing an energetic performance had him inwardly regretting not asking the princess. They could have danced and knocked things over like a pair of chuckleheads. A smile, picturing their spinning around on the dance floor.

However, that was no longer the plan it seemed. A smidgen disappointed he wouldn’t get to see the song she practiced, but it was clear this was important for her.” Oh boy..hitting us with feels back-to-back…ah well. Can’t be that bad, can it?” He whispered under his breath, ready for more, and probably a good thing as he doubted his heart could handle any more big excitement currently anyway.

At least he thought that until she began playing, the sad, fragile melody hitting him like a train. Before he knew it, the tears were already gushing down his cheeks.

The princess’s memorium broke right through his dam of pent-up grief and frustrations weakened severely by the duke’s poem though would soon be crashed by Anastasia’s feelings as she poured it all into that cello, the hall its vehicle to spread the sorrowful good bye for all to hear.

Through it, he could feel her grief and pain, but of the care and love she had for Darryn. What made it truly moving, to Kazu was how much Ani genuinely cared for her friends and people. A shame this trait was not shared.

Unable to look away nor stop the tears, now swept into the storm for in this instance she was the world. Crying for us to listen..to remember…to not forget. An apology…to go back just to see your smile again.

Then, as the music soared, so too did his body, feeling as if he was floating adrift among the clouds, the tumultuous storm dying into a calm night with its finishing flourish.

Opening his eyes; face drenched with tears, a long drawled exhale blew from his lips having been holding his breath and his feet lowered back to the ground as if released from the princess’s musical spell.

“ Holy co- That was….like I just got tossed into an emotional hurricane!” It left him feeling emotionally raw but also cleansing like the storm had washed some of his own strifes trapped within him and hoped the same for her. Seeing her in that way hit him with an urge to run out and hug her. How badly he wished he could comfort and thank her and that for her, he would remember Darryn.

Sniffling, he had started clapping as much as feasibly possible, putting his all for her, and Lorenzo both deserved it.” Whoo! You got magical fingers, princess! And the Duke, what a way with words!”

Just as Kazumin finished his applause, shadows loomed over him. Two royal guards stood before him, clad in gleaming armor marked with the Caesonia insignia. Their expressions were unreadable, their presence heavy.
One, a scarred man with cold, piercing eyes, spoke first.
“Kazumin Nagasa.” The second guard, broader and imposing, shifted just slightly, blocking the nearest exit. His gloved hand rested lightly on the pommel of his sword. A reminder.
“The King requests your presence. You will rise and follow us.”
A beat passed. Then, sharper, he added, “Now.”

Momentarily engrossed in the cheering he noticed the two imposing guards suddenly surrounded him. Instead of a response, a wet pbbt as Kazu had used a patch of curtains the blow his nose and wipe the snot from his face, not realizing he had done so, still coming down from the emotional wave coursing through him.

“ Ah, pardon me, Gentleman. Wasn’t the princess amazing? Wait….” Their words and imposing postures finally hit him via a sharp beat, a dagger of dread to the heart” What? N-!!”

-To be continued….?

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Kazumin's Dance

A Puppet’s Daydream, A Lady’s Nightmare

Greetings readers. welcome to this special viewing, but before we begin, an advisory for the best immersive reading experience start with the play then read the backdrop though that is up to you. Apologies for this interruption, but with that out of the way..

-Please Sit back, relax, and enjoy the show-

Behind the curtains

The outside did little to do the theater justice; entering felt like he stepped into the luxuriously decorated hall, where further in sounds of numerous excited chatting. Kazu suddenly felt his breath get stuck as he slowly made his way toward the nearest entranceway.

There he paused, finding himself leaning against the curtained doorway. His gaze took in the countless important figures, all gathered, here. His mind no longer buzzing with anxiety; thought back to that first-day ball. Of his attempt to soothe the situation with a story.

The stage loomed waiting. And on that empty stage, he could see his story taking shape. No longer just thoughts and where his body had grief-stricken anxiety, was now nervous anticipation. He could not help but chuckle inwardly in amusement, that he got this chance to express his storytelling skills.

Like hell, he would let Calbert and his little so-called *love* letter keep him from giving this crowd the best damn dance these rich prudes had ever seen in their lives.

“ And they shall weep! Weep I say!” He stated in promise only to notice he said it out loud from excited haste, some nearby folks looking at him queerly.

A cough into his closed fist covering his slightly blushed face.” I said what I said, get those tissues ready. Be sure to pass the advice down the line, you’re gonna need it.” He whispered to the nearest lady in a playful smug manner, a woman of fair beauty in the somewhat older who just scoffed and shrugged him away.” Hmph! Fine ya old bat, don’t blame me if your face gets runny.” Whispered under a hushed tone, a quick petty mlem aimed during departure.

With a dismissive shake of the head, Kazu thought what he should do next and then it hit him like a ton of bricks.* Oh Shit! I have so much to do! What am I wasting time with some old lady?!* At that, the blonde rushed his way around to the back. The cowlick farmhand, knowing his time was time short, stopped by the concession stand, rudely pushing the next person up.” No time for explanations! I apologize, but this is an emergency, I need coffee…your strongest, stat! The dance depends on it!” Slamming his hands on the counters using his manic and tired body to his advantage, appearing almost unhinged in his demand for the precious fuel. At the sight of them trying to pour it into a normal cup.” Screw that! Put it in the biggest bucket you have, damn it!! I need all I can get! put it on the tab, and tell Princess Anastasia it's for the play!”

Confusion and grumblings could be heard, and a few more apologies as a big bucket of coffee was placed down. Immediately snatching it up to down a big gulp.” Ahh-ahh h-hot f-fu no! NO time for hot! Only time for work! Fight through the pain..ahhhhh.” Letting out a small motivating muffled scream before rushing off, drinking the black bitter liquid. The burning heat already making his inspiration burn or that could just be his stomach.

Behind the scenes, Kazu had moved to get paper and pencil, where he would write; write like the wind he did. Pausing to sip coffee to get a new burst of energy, otherwise, his focus was writing down the script. Even before performing, and already his body was regretting this.* Shut it! We’ve been through far worse, now suck it up! The stage demands it! Besides…if we look bad to the king…* Pausing to rub at his neck where he flinched and gulped for several unsettling reasons.

Slapping his cheeks to dismiss the scary thought, choosing to drown it down with more coffee, so much coffee.

Resuming his writing, he was sure to include appreciation for the princess as this chance only came about thanks to her. Picturing their dance, awkward as it was, a fun time still, further fueled him to go all out…with the best he could do given his limited resources. But he would show them, peasant, or not, that he had ideas that would possibly…frighten them.

Upon finishing, Kazu burst up from the chair, now fully jacked up on coffee.” Alright! Yes yes! Gather around folks. Don’t get long now, no no not long now. Won’t be long before this coffee kicks in fully and I know this all must be odd, yes. All shall be clear as I perform, but for now, I quickly need a young lady and a man who looks old enough to be her father, any is fine. Only the narrator got lines…Narrator! Right Right! Crap…” Fingers drummed against his lips in a rushed thinking manner while pacing back and forth, nigh running as he did so.

A good thing this place was already a high-class performing hotpot right now leaving Kazumin options. The next few minutes spent rushing to any older gentleman that fit the type of narrator that fit what he needed. The search did not take too long, but each passing second left him anxious when he came upon Stefan .

Mostly it was his silky smooth voice he needed though Kazu used the guy’s handsomeness to convince him to accept the role. Particularly so after revealing the costume he would be wearing.

Stefan gave an incredulous grimace after peering into the box the strange blonde man had brought him.” You can’t be serious! You expect me to..to wear this-this…Halloween Prop?

“ Well sorrree! We can’t all have fancy costume shops. This the best I can do on short notice. Now shut it and get dressed! It’s almost showtime folks, if we all work together we will wow those uptight prudes right out of their britches.” He exclaimed pointing up after jumping onto the nearest desk.” And damn it, Stefan! If you want to impress the princess and ladies, you will put costume on!.” Pointing at Stefan then his own eyes, doing this a few times in warning.

"And let’s not forget, we’ve been treated to some incredible talent so far, and there’s so much more to come! Everyone who volunteered their time today deserves a huge round of applause."

Speaking of the devil, her voice could be heard, signaling his turn was now imminent.” Agh! Move, let’s move, but first one moment to appreciate Farim and her mighty bird Thara, Drake and his piano performance, was very comforting back here I’ll admit.” Giving them a late applause, now that he wasn’t running ragged.

Some lapping later.” Places, people! Get those instruments ready and keep this in mind most..just do your best and try to have fun…” Making his way to the dressing room.” Have to..seeing as it could be my last…” Weakly laughing with one last nervous laugh, he stopped to grab the bucket of coffee still a quarter full and downed it in one go. Might as well enjoy his last drink..just in case.

"Now, without further ado, I’m so excited to introduce our next performer—my good friend Kazoo, who’s going to dazzle us all with some amazing performative dance! But he may need a moment for set up, so everyone holds tight!"

After a short delay and the faint rustling behind the closed curtains, the lights would begin to dim, the chatter dying down to silence, where the faint footsteps of a lone figure stepping forth from the darkness to the left of the stage, a podium waiting with the soft ruffling of papers.

Light illuminates the podium, Revealing the Narrator dressed in a puppeteer outfit, its cheap make like that one would find in a Halloween shop. With an awkward fist cough and throat clearing, the Narrator rested his hands on the papers.” Ahem, before we begin, Kazumin wishes to give his apologies for the delay, secondly, wishes to give his many thanks to the most wondrous host, Lady Princess Anastasia. For you, and honoured royal guests, I bring to you a tale filled with wonder and tragedy. Of hope and how one mistake can lead to a nightmare. Sometimes, trying to help, instead can lead to travesty. Misunderstandings.

N: This is a story of life, of friendship, of love…and how fragile each can be. And with this, from the writer of Kazumin Nagasa.

A Puppet’s Daydream; A Father’s Nightmare

As the curtain spreads open, instruments begin playing
Magical Forest Ambience as they reveal a Forest Backdrop with a small lake. The stage was empty, save for some fake rocks and cardboard grass, and a single prop oak tree set in the middle. A single figure could be seen leaning back against it, the lack of light purposefully kept dim. Sounds of bird tweeting, insect chirps, and ambiance fill the theater.

N: This tale begins like any ordinary day, within the Sorian forest. It was a fine and sunny morning, sleeping critters already began to stir, but today, something else would stir. A being wholly new seemed to have awakened, though it did not understand.

The light turns on, illuminating the tree and lying there, propped up against it was Puppet costume what appeared at first a human-sized doll, until closer inspection by those closest could see it to be a human, the outfit like the narrators looked to be cheaply made and was worn with rips in a few places. Short fake strings stuck out from the back of his wrists (glued) and bottom hems of the pants. But, what made it more striking were the black lines drawn down his chin and along his arms which further gave the impression of a puppet.

The face, much like the doll he was playing remained stuck in the usual smile such toys held, albeit a sadness lay in his eyes.

N: What’s that? Why does it appear to be an old puppet, left and abandoned? How long has it been? Minutes? Days? Months? For this puppet, it may as well be eternity and none, long forgotten by its owner, its friend.

A lifeless toy, yet, within lays a deep longing, a wish to be played with, to bring laughter. If a toy were alive, what would it crave most of all? Today, however, we may discover this answer and it all starts….

The narrator trailed off as a fake butterfly (managed by stagehands) fluttered about the puppet’s head where it gently landed on his face, all without flinching with that big grin.

*Giggle* The faint sound of a woman giggling could be heard then silence, nothing. Crickets chirp and bird wings flap.

*Giggle* Again the sound came, a bit louder this time. A twitch of the left hand.

*Giggle* A twitch of the right foot.

*Giggle* Mouth twitching

As the sounds of giggling went on followed by faint splashing, the puppet had started shifting in place, his movements stiff and rigid much like a doll would be lifted up slowly, body lightly rattling before finally shifting into a sitting position. Instrumental wood creaking is used in tandem with his motions.

N: Curious, the puppet thought. All this time it had watched and observed, unable to do little else, and now, here it sat!

The puppet twitched and shifted in place, attempting to lift and move its previously useless limbs. The faint wooden creaking of the arms and legs; a strange sensation bubbling within, a building with every shift, until an overzealous push had the poor puppet collapse onto his side with a frustrated clack! Lying there, arms sprawled out, that smile now turned to a frown.

N: It appears moving proves difficult, who could have thought? This was but one battle among many, the puppet might have huffed if it breathed, but then again he heard that angelic sound that had gifted him this spark. With it, the bubbling returned, renewing the puppet’s vigor!

*Giggle* Now closer, a short distance away only, perhaps…

A thump of the puppet’s right arm slamming down in defiance, turning his head towards the audience, face determined and eyes filled with excited glee.

“ H-ha–h-he” Its mouth opened, mimicking a ventriloquist dummy style. A soft, raspy attempt at a joyful giggle, like that of an excited child, let out to play for the first time.

N: What a wonderful sound. Like music! Thought the puppet, his wooden ears strained for more, but when none came. The puppet tried again.

“ Ha-ha-hee–ha-ha-hee-hee.” The giggles started barely a whisper that grew into volume till the sound of happy giggling reverberated among those in the closest rows.
N: Newly motivated, the puppet with a mighty push shoves itself back upright and stumbles back against the tree. It was there, it would catch sight of the butterfly fluttering nearby, gently gracing its nose. Such a lovely little creature, pure and innocent and beauty unmarred.

All that this doll was not, mangy clothes left to rot. The colors washed, even with rain it sat unwashed. And that bright strapping blue cap once sat with a snap, but now left a sad sap. Though the hat sagged and its body lagged, joy etched its wooden face, and with training, it may step with grace.

N: In longing, its hand reached out; away the butterfly flew, sensitive creatures they are. A silent gasp of worry showed on the puppet’s face, extending his hand further and further until..

‘Clack’

The puppet having reached too far, its legs still unstable had fallen and tumbled forward, his face hitting with a smack (wishing this was grass and not the stage) where he lay sprawled once more.

N: Dazed and confused a hint of embarrassment in its delighted haste. Perhaps a good thing this doll can’t feel pain, clumsy as he seems. A newborn child surrounded by countless new things, a world waiting to be explored. Now if it could simply get up!

A giggling grunt as the puppet rolled onto its back, where he then stamped his feet down flat and proper, hands pressed against the floor. He a low grunt as his body bit by bit stood up, loud wooden creaking to the point of almost sounding painful, starting with the legs and upward. Eventually creaking his way to a half-standing pose, his upper body still sagging its way upright. Every motion it maintained the slow rigid motions though softening a tad in the second half.

N: On it pushed, determined to stand. After much struggle, the puppet now stood on its two wooden feet!

Its hands creaked at his head twisted and turned downward where with a good *crack* twist his head and body now stood upright, arms thrown up in victory. An act that threw the toy off-balance causing his upper body to bend forward as he started stumbling around as if suddenly standing on ice fighting to stay standing.

N: Almost on its feet. Slow down, the puppet thought and keep in mind to take it step by step, or find the ground your friend again.

A soft thunk from the puppet bumped its head with another little giggle fit as it came to a stop. Grabbing at his sides and a quick heave, pushed himself back up, this time holding his arms out to the side for balance.

N: How it wanted to shout with glee! Instead, settled for merry laughter. For challenging these tasks, the experience was unforgettable. Soon it could walk, explore, and play.

*giggle*

N: There it was again, and was only around the hill. Was it a human? Oh, how the puppet hoped it was a human. Could it be? A friend? What joy it would be to see a human’s smile.

The puppet, following the narrator, had put its hands over where the heart would, his excited giggling matching the unknown visitor’s. In anticipation, the puppet did some slow testing steps, the first few proving shaky, nearly having the toy fall, but its stride had begun to take shape.

N: How the puppet could not wait to make a friend. To walk and skip, to learn and play. Yet, as it practiced, a sudden dread began to seep in. Barely perceptible at first, a whisper on the wind “What if she was scared of you” An unsettling and harrowing thought invaded its mind like a parasite. And why wouldn’t she be afraid? It was a puppet, a dirty and unwanted puppet, else why had it been here? They plagued the poor the puppet and with it the courage so tediously built up. But, she drew close, only a few steps away, Quick! Hide Hide!

The puppet whose motions were now frightful and hesitant, legs slightly shaking and hands hugging its head in panic. Frantic, the doll scrambled, stumbled, tumbled, and rolled his way behind the tree. There, it could be seen poking his head out watching.

The light dimmed around him, darkness. From the right side of the stage, a young lady, around her early 20’s would daintily skip out, humming and giggling merrily as she went, wearing a casual light-blue sundress with a small basket hanging over her left wrist where some flowers and fake mushrooms shuffling within. Her hair was bright blonde flowing down past her shoulders like a golden wheatfield that almost glistened in the sun and a gentle smile that felt as warm as the blazing star, her skin a soft pale, a sign she had not gotten much sun.

Happily, she went across the stage, skipping her way towards the tree, illuminating the oaken figure, its size thankfully large enough to obscure the trembling toy.

N: There she skipped, a human! What a wondrous sight to behold, yet equally terrifying for how was the puppet to know. How would she react? Would she scream? Such thoughts continued and with dread, it hoped the lady would change her mind. Turn back, for it meant no harm, a curse on its useless wooden tongue.

The lady continued to skip, pausing to peer at birds and small critters or when spotting a lovely flower to add to her collection.

N: And just when the puppet thought it was over, the young lady changed her mind. Perhaps she became thirsty or took a fancy to the lake, the puppet could not say. Yet, there she turned and was soon splashing her feet in the water, giggling and wading at the lake shore.
As said, she would skip her way to the front of the stage, pretending to be wading and splashing at a lake shore. Behind her, the tree and the puppet stood, watching.

N: How delightful and cute this human was. Kind and gentle, maybe…maybe they could be friends after all, the puppet mused. As the puppet watched; curiosity at her actions and sounds of fun soon proved too much to resist, and the toy in his gullible eagerness made its decision.

N: Will this choice be this toy’s dream or man’s nightmare…what will come of this meeting?

The forest ambiance would fade, changing into a Slow emotional instrumental

The puppet quietly waited a moment longer, were that it had a heart it would be pounding like drums, limbs creaky and shaky; a reluctant fix of its skewed cap. A shy little hop out, the toy bobbing on his feet. Halting momentarily, ensuring its balance and with one slow wide lift of its left leg took one large step forward, his arms stiffly at his sides.

Step after awkward step, the toy begrudgingly walked to the beat of the music. Soon the toy started to walk like it was tip-toeing on a tightrope with arms spread for balancing. It was uncertain why the toy chose to do so; perhaps to better practice its balance. Mayhap out of awkward anxiety or some innate need to get the lady’s attention?

N: This puppet could not say and much to its relief, her back was still turned.

With every step, came improvement, less stiffness in the limbs and joints. The long, unneeded gait settled into a normal rhythm, and by the time the puppet was nearing the lake shore, it could almost skip only to nearly stumble upon coming to a stop near the water’s edge. Puppet eyes wide with wonder and fright, the clear blue liquid shimming bright. (or what he pretends to see)

N: And there, the puppet could see its reflection for the first time. It was filthy and worn, though the toy was not bothered or deterred.

Tilting and twisting its body side to side, acting like he was stretching watching his own body in a reflection. Where he then started hopping in amusement with a jumping.” Hah!”

N: What a sight to behold for the newly animated doll, but in his glee, had forgotten the young miss. Not until her face was stunned in shocked disbelief. With great shock, the puppet turns and when their eyes meet, the pair remained frozen in a queer staring contest. Many thoughts likely running through their minds!
Ceasing his hopping, the puppet stood upright, that wide smile faltering. The instrumental playing was softer as the puppet and lady peered and studied the eyes of each other. The girl’s bright green eyes looked on with curious wonder, while uncertain hope filled the chocolate brown doll’s. Neither moved for both did not know what to do or how to react. This was a first on each side.

N: A stalemate that felt like hours, yet only seconds passed; twas the lady who took the step. For much like the doll, she had been brimming at what she saw. A hand tenderly reached forward and unable to help.” You’re a toy!” She exclaimed giddily as if saying it aloud would make it true. Could it be true? Was her eyes deceiving her? She worried she might be hallucinating. She would quickly get her answer, however, for her voice while joyful was a surprising jolt to the puppet and left the scared thing to scramble back out of fear and perhaps to give her more space. It knew not what she would do!

Following the narrator, the lady acted out what was said; a curious tilt of the head then a small hopping step forward as if she spoke the words. A muffled gasp was her reply and from fright a sudden-

Taptaptaptaptaptaptaptaptaptap

A rapid flurry of the puppet feet stamping and clacking filled the hall as the doll in a panic scrambled backward, its feet hopping all haphazardly in tap-dancing fashion, his feet clacked and hopped as he stumbled, no longer sure-footed and mind scatterbrained. Inevitably getting tripped by its own feet the puppet with a thumping clack, fell on its butt.

N: *Oh no!* thought the puppet in despair, clutching its head in humiliating shame. Now it was over, a fool the puppet was, now surely the sweet lady would not be with him. Any moment she would scream or insult and instead heard-

The lady gave a playful clap giggling as if shown an impressive dance.

N: “ A toy that can dance! How wonderful!” She cheered with another round of claps out of delight, not mockery like the puppet feared. She was entertained; able to make her laugh, and learned to dance! Her laughter, music to its ears quickly perked back up and with a quick hop and skip, back on its feet!

A delighted gasping hum left the puppet’s mouth who lifted himself from his hiding grasp to see the lady's graceful small hop as soft-

Clap clap clap

Echoed and faded shortly after and with bright awe etching its face, the puppet gave a push of its hands and legs, bursting back onto its feet, almost stumbling a few steps forward, having overextended, seeming as if he would fall again. Had instead extended his hand out and by accidental chance the toy had pulled off a cartwheel! The doll's body rolled in one quick motion, ending with a stunned puppet back on its feet, the landing shaky.

N: What luck?! *Not this time* the puppet thinks with a big hop and guffaw, motion it has now conquered and with it came a desire for more. One equally shared that would be signaled with a delighted squeal. “Yay! Again! Again!.” Cheered the lady again, with every clap she goads the puppet on as pounding drums its heart would beat!

Drumms and Claps

Clap clap clap clap

The puppet began to clap, matching the lady’s at first then began building up tempo, matching with the beat.

Clap clap clap
Tap tap tap tap

The doll clapped and began to tap, hopping and bouncing on its feet. Every clap fueling the doll with energy. Giving another cartwheel and a skip.

Clapclapclapclapclap
Tap tap tap tap

Skip clap tap skip clap tap skip clap tap

Hoppity and rolling the puppet danced, hopping his way to the front of the stage starting to the far left. Laughing and hopping side to side; feet stomping hands clapping towards the rows nearest him.

Clap tap tap tap clap tap clap
Clap clap clap clap clap clap

Giddly and merrily hopping down along the stage clapping to and fro, with every person joining in the raucous clapping pushed the puppet faster, laughing and spinning, the lady clapping and bobbing, the narrator stomping his feet.

CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP
CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP

Louder and louder the puppet goaded everyone to clap, cheering the toy on, the building booming with energetic fun.

With a ha hee hah hee ha! The doll bellowed doing multiple backflips away from the audience, joining back to the center.

N: What Joy! What merriment this dancing was! More! More! The puppet thought as he continued his furious dancing, years being stuck were let loose; boundless with energy this toy was. Fun was had, but alas, a dancing puppet that lacks restraints, who in its drunken daze, too eager to impress would fail to notice….

As the puppet continued his dancing, his speed and temp continued to pick up. Sounds of endless tapping as the toy tapped and hopped forward and back, cartwheels left to right and flips, clapping at parts of his body like a drum, chest, arms, and knees. On it danced, spinning one foot then the other, even cartwheeling into a handstand, the body held up in place before bopping gently with the beat.

With every move, the puppet continued to showcase its nimbleness and agileness (farmer life stay fit!) further with the gradual speed the doll picked up until he appeared like a breakdancer on crack. (coffee you godsend)

On and on the puppet dance, the clapping and laughing kept pushing the puppet. Feeling this needed dance needed a big finale, had began to start spinning on its right foot and spun and spun and spun around and around, like a top.

N: Stop

Faster: More

N: Stop!

More! More!

N: STO-

More the puppet spun, not knowing where it was going until-

N: Her plea would fall on deaf ears, the toy too lost in its fun and jolly to pay heed. On the puppet went and in his dancing spree, having spun time too many crashed into the unfortunate lady.

Spinning on the puppet kept going, faster as each turn gradually brought him closer to the woman acting as if she was warning him before getting pretend struck on the arm.

Following the impact came a loud shocked scream and splashing sound.

*Sniffling* *sob*

somber instrumental

N: The lady who was just filled laughter and joy, had been knocked back, sat soaked in the lake shallows. Her sweet face was wet from tears and water with great sniffling sobs that crashed down on the doll, wounded and humiliated. And ah, her favorite dress, ruined?! This day of merriment now turned sour. What was a toy to do?

Reacting in horror and clutching at its head, the puppet, who had been dancing and laughing jollily, now shook and trembled. At times glancing at the poor lady sitting on the stage floor pretending her right arm was hurting and wiping away tears with the other.

A wooden foot lifted as if to step forward instead halted mid-way.

N: “ No! Stay away!” She cried in fright; fear now gripped the girl’s innocent heart. Was it surely friendly? The cruel thought, like a wicked plague quickly took hold. The puppet, grief-stricken only sought to amend, to apologize. It only wanted to be friends.

Slowly he took a step forward only to be met with another harsh scream she let out, acting afraid as if she was seeing a terrifying monster. But only a lone sad puppet peered back at her, appearing smaller than ever, its body shrinking beneath the lady’s scared gaze.

N: How things can change in the blink of an eye. The pair, where plentiful fun was had, now joyless and sad. The warmth of laughter, now cold sniffles and sorrowful sobs. Grief and guilt crack the wooden heart, and fear and uncertainty pump the woman’s full. A friendship quickly made…can be just as quickly broken. Now, fearful for her life, the lady could not risk anymore; make haste she must and so, crawling her way free she picks herself up to flee…

The faint whimpers as the lady pretended to crawl her way from a lakeshore, pretending as if her dress was soaked and heavy. Sniffling, she would do a casual run to appear like she was running away.

N: A wooden hand reached out, lonely as ever, the puppet could do little else but watch and with her the last of its strength. Down the toy collapsed to its knees, the fleeing back all its despairing eyes saw. The warmth gifted by laughter was now all but gone, sorrow now filled its place. Then, a fleeting moment, the lady looks back with pity in her eyes. Confusion and fear etched her pretty face. Then she was gone, a beautiful nymph that appeared a joyful breeze…left with a bone-numbing chill.

With guilt and despair, the puppet dropped to its knees, hands sprawled and sagged on the floor at his sides. A sad, wistful tilt of the head; watching the only human flee when only minutes ago had been clapping for it. Near the left end of the stage, she would stop and turn, their gaze brief then reluctantly, she turned away exiting the stage.

N; What was meant to be an ordinary day, instead became one of magic with laughter the spark that made it so. There, the puppet sits, alone, abandoned; a lady with her heart and wonder blemished. A choice was made. A friend was made, but haste and inexperience proved too much. Where it merely desired to entertain and bring laughter, instead brought pain and tears. Oh! Were this puppet could shed them, its heart, if it had one would break.

The stage lights dim save for one around the puppet, a raspy sniffling, and faint wooden creaks. There he sat, alone on the stage, staring forlornly in her direction, a frown now resting frozen on its sniffling face.

N: Here, the puppet would sit in its sorrow, plagued by the memory of this horrible day. This, however, was not the end of this toy’s story. Grief may hold its heart, but an ember spark still burns within. With time, this puppet may one day escape from its guilty prison and venture forth, ever seeking a friend.

With the somber music flourishing to a finale, the puppet propped back up against the tree; now frowning where there was a smile and smudges on its face giving the impression of tears as it started laughing, hollow and empty, the puppet laughed but only for it could not sob. A toy was only meant to make others laugh.

N: This day of merriment and tragedy has come to an end. But this puppet’s story has only begun; a gift that could not be wasted. Where will its wooden legs take it? Does this adventure lie in hope or further tragedy…that will be for another day. For now, the sun has set and with it a tired doll rests, ruminating in its regrets and pondering its future with sadness and a bittersweet memory.

Ending where it started, the curtains began closing, all the while hearing that sobbing laugh growing louder, its pain-filled sorrowful laughing wails echoing through the theater. Slowly, the curtains closed over the puppet, its wide laughing face; tears streaking the cheeks the last thing seen and with it the theater went dark.

A haunting sobbing laugh filled the pitch darkness.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Kazumin Nagasa

Time: 28th, Evening
Location: Edin Theater
Interactions:
Mentions: Calbert, Persephone/Olivia, Charlotte


The past few days had been rough on him physically and mentally. This made the idea of performing after the break-in have the baron offer to cancel.

At first, he intended to take it, but after all the bullshit Calbert put him through and his outburst were clear signs. He had too much pent up in him, his black-gloved right hand gripped the semi-large box clutched to his right side as he walked.

An outlet was needed, and this theater offered him the perfect opportunity to alleviate some of his anxiety, enough to get his head back to stability. It was only fair to show Calbert his thanks for the gifts his goons kindly left them.

With such a bold message clear, the count probably expected him to hide away or run which he didn’t want to lie to himself, he almost did. Were it not for his little sneak out to Char’s place earlier this morning he might have cowered in some bedroom corner. Shaking the bitter image away followed by an airy huff. No one was better at knocking his sense back in than Percy, a sly chuckle and Char’s concern and generosity along with knowing they were actually safe helped to renew his spirits.

His family, however, he still had yet gotten word on. A curse to these mule slow-ass forms of getting mail around. He could only trust they were unharmed like his friends.

The sleep after improved his complexion, albeit still. His hair proved a real battle due to stiff bed hair, but after much brush wrestling and enough gel to give his blonde hair a bright golden sheen almost, the cowlick bounced brightly. Choosing to wear a simple Dark-blue Dress suit without the frills and cape, much as he liked it. Uncomfortable as ever, but it covered up the marks and bruises so it would have to do. No, his real fit rested within the box; smirking at the thought of Calbert’s face in shock to see or hear of his little show despite the scare attempt.

Kazumin knew running wasn’t running and the man already thought him mad. So might as well give the man what he wanted.* Always wanted to perform to a big crowd…wished it had been better circumstances but...* Pumping his free fist up in excitement trying to enjoy it;, even if a little a bit of his old gumption helped bolster his wavering confidence.

The theater soon came into view, and he stopped a short distance away, having decided to make his way there on foot. The walk had been what he needed to get fresh air and think about how he should approach this dance. As there were plenty of things he wanted to say to the bastard, most of all longed to sock him in that smug prick face.

He thought back to Calbert’s party and his plans, likely his nerves and proper motivation that stopped him. Kazu never wanted or asked for any of it, the dinner ensured no peace and the tree took away his option to run, this left him with very little to do, and like damn hell was he going to spend it cowering and looking over his shoulder….not anymore. Not when his family’s safety was at risk.

Yet, the fact that Princess Ani had a big hand in the theater’s special event meant he didn’t want to do anything to ruin it. Not to mention lack of prep and time due to his needing to recuperate. And unlikely he'd get a second chance on stage to show off his bombastic dance skills without the boring ballrooms in the way.

No, today would just be that, a dance. A little teaser for the count. Plus, there was still a certain matter with Fritz he needed to discuss. Figuring out if he truly was a good man and an ally of his or not was first before proceeding on, though. Caution. Caution was the one thing he had to keep in mind most going forward; a truly deadly challenge.

With his mind calmed and focused finally, Kazumin hummed his way inside.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Trigger Warning- violence/Mental trauma

Part 2- Morning Madness

Kazumin Nagasa

Time: morning
Location: Asteroth Estate
Interactions:
Mentions: Persephone/olivia, charlotte, Calbert, Ruby

The tree stood, a now ruined monolith; a reminder whose shadow encroached over the numbed Kazumin. All else had become white noise; static save for the tree where his gaze remained transfixed.

Unfocused eyes stared ahead, trying to grasp it all, the harrowing thought of his adopted family being dragged into him. Far too many for his comfort, nor did he want to look at any of them, the quality and detail made it easy for them to pick out the familiar faces all mockingly pinned in with morbid promise.

What was he going to do? Were his family ok? Was it just the dolls? Did they…did they already… * No! No..no it’s just a message…they’re all fine….all fine…got to be..need to…Percy! got ..gotta find Percy! Or char…or or or Ruby or ha…ha..if..if one is ok…then surely…yes!* His mind struggled in near desperation to rationalize while holding back a fit of laughter. However, his mind proved too scattered and disjointed to get ahold of his memories as they fluttered as if surrounded by a sandstorm..

Thoughts whirled furiously; a vortex of memories just trying to remember why all this was happening. Pain throbbed in his head as he forced himself to grasp at something, anything. A name, the bastard’s name…remember damn it! A hot fiery burning in his forehead propelled his upper body forward.

“ CALBERT!” The name spewed his lips like toxic wisps, his hands appearing to have wrapped around the shadow as if grabbing hold of its neck. He soon began squeezing tight then tighter and tighter. With each squeeze, however, to his shock, a cracking sound that grew both in volume and to his horror shifted closer to bones cracking.

"-min "

His next squeeze done as a test, but what followed amidst the crack was a pained groan. Whatever rage Kazu had felt was suddenly dwarfed by an overwhelming fear, yet his hands still trembling with rage refused to relent. A freezing chill slowly licked up his spine as he slowly lifted his head; eyes wide in utter shock and horror at seeing the tree appearing mangled, the bark cracking and twisted as if something had been squeezing the life out of it with larger streams of crimson sap pooling down the tree’s fractured bark.

" -umin "

As he took in the meaning of what he saw, he felt a strong force wrapped around his head and shoulder trying to drag him back. In that moment a furious voice burned in his mind.* Do it! Finish it!*

“ KAZUMIN!” Sasha’s familiar voice croaked out causing Kazumin to let out a gasp.” No!” As he felt his body pulled back, fingers finally relenting their grip from Sasha’s neck.

The impact upon landing on his back brought the world rushing back around him. In front of him knelt Sasha, being held up by Asteroth.

Pained gasps and panting, muffled shouting broke through the ringing in his ears.” Take slow breathes, whatever you're capable of...you're safe now. By imperis sakes, what is going on?” The disgruntled master of the estate bellowed out, mostly directed at the cowlicked blonde being constrained by Hugo, who was lying beneath him beside another, middle-aged servant who had joined after relaying what Sasha told him, where the two had been wrestling him back.

And by the signs of fresh bruises on all three, it had been a challenging scuffle.

The man’s harsh voice snapped Kazumin to his senses. This brought an end to the last bit of struggling, done out of confusion as Hugo’s arm pressed down on his throat pinning his back down against the knight’s chest. His face stern and cold, his breath hot against the back of his neck.” Have you regained your senses?” He whispered harshly into his ear, the hint of anger hard to miss.

He could not bring himself to respond, still trying to get a full understanding of the situation, but the sickening warm sensation still fresh on his fingers and dark bruise marks around Sasha’s neck was enough to have Kazumin crashing down into tears

“ I..n-..no I..Sasha I didn’t….I’d never…..” Gasping and panting heavily to seem as if Hugo was accidentally pressing down too hard when it was simply Kazu fighting back a panic attack.

“ Good lord, let the man go, Hugo!” Asteroth barked, and as ordered he had released his hold but kept himself at the ready.

A concern not needed as Kazu simply let himself slide onto his side, where he remained crouched. His right hand covered his tear-stained eyes, fighting to accept what he nearly did.

A gruff growl came out.” Don’t look away, boy. Face what you did here or I will have you tossed out, I will not accept such acts in my home.” The Baron’s voice spoke, resolute and certain.

Kazu heard what he said, but such threat wasn’t necessary.” Heh, I almost wished you did.” At least then it would give him the excuse to let Sasha not have to see him around. The thought of her hating him already hurt wasn’t painful enough, had he…

His mind was forced to experience glimpses of the nightmare, of his lifeless friends, flashes of their faces flipping between their normal faces switching with that of the doll variant. The table was terrifyingly larger with a family extended invitation sent out.

That had pushed him to the tipping point and nearly had him heaving; gulping down his breath, refusing to give in. Gritting his teeth, left hand clenching a handful of grass.

The image of the bubbling mug and that incessant muffled laughing scratched at his mind, the mug showing small cracks. His face laughing back at him, bleeding, mocking…half mixed with Calbert’s.

Pyscho. How that word stood out among that blasted board. The word made him flinch popping into his head, flipping between the mug, the laughter and psycho growing in intensity as the once greenish color gradually tinted into red wine.

“ No!” *No!* The word reverberated for himself and to the world, having all but ripped the hand from his eyes, previously glazed and near broken eyes briefly stood in fierce defiance.* I will…not…* Momentarily pausing to peer down at his hands, the marks of his actions a reminder.* I won’t….be like you, Calbert.*

A slow exhale of exhaustion before pushing to look at Sasha, the sight of her face looking so red and eyes blood-shot though it were the dark and blue bruises starkly contrasting the pale skin, the outline still evident.

He fought the urge to look away and leaned forward, this time placing his hands on the ground, not breaking eye contact.” Sasha….I..I wasn’t…my head got all messed up….the tree and nightmare and…and everything….no-not that that’s any excuse.” Nervously rubbing at his with a small awkward chuckle, grasping for a way to approach this.

Kazumin may have had a penchant for causing some bit of trouble, but this? A brief peek at the tree? And all because he made the man’s daughter cry. He would laugh had such a stupid it all was if not for the fact it practically fucked over his life, and now risked Nagasa’s too. One thing was at least clear.

A man willing to go this far would hunt him down. His faux peace and now this….running wasn’t an option.

Biting back his gripes and frustrations, his body barely hanging on at this point. He gulped.” I… I’m so sorry Sasha…apologies won’t do anything, but….please know I..I’m truly sorry.” His face grimaced in pain, but forced himself to carry on.” And if…if you ask it I will leave the premises and never come here again.”

The blonde sat, anxious observing Sasha, who could do little but lean against Asteroth. Her usual pretty features are anguished in pain as attempted to open her limps merely to be a small wheeze. This only made discerning what she was feeling all the more difficult and she appeared close to passing out.

“ That’s enough. Kazumin…there is no need to go that far…yes, I may have overstepped as well, considering the current circumstances, for that I apologize. It’s clear that this invasion has left everyone here shaken, you most of all. Hugo, Lian. Come and take Sasha to the hospital. And you are to ensure she gets the best treatment.”

Lian, the servant who had tagged along and Hugo moved without hesitation, where Asteroth allowed them to gingerly get her into Hugo’s arms. It was there the knight paused.” My lord, what should we tell the physician? If they asked who did this?” He asked, glancing warily in Kazumin’s direction.

A stark, harsh stare brief as it was had him shrink in grimace at this.

Asteroth stroked at his beard with a pondering sigh.” For now, tell them you discovered her and Kazumin in the garden passed out. Whether she chooses to tell them it was Kazumin or not should be her decision. Until then, Kazumin is to remain in the estate.." A good thing the blonde's disheveled look and most hearing him scream could lend to this.

“ What?! You can’t be…I should be the only one going nuts here…” Laughing weakly shaking his head in disbelief.” You seriously can’t think she actually could forgive me after…” Again he shook his head to keep the fresh tears back.

Holding up his left hand signaling for him to stop, then taking a step closer to Hugo, frowning at the sight of his most trusted maid.” Please go with my best wishes, lady Sasha and a speedy recovery. We will have things handled here, for now, rest.” Gently brushing the back of his fingers against her cheek.” You may go, Hugo.” Nodding, he stepped back.

Then he would turn to Lian, placed a hand on his shoulder.” I ask your discretion as well when approaching the staff. For now, I want for you to have everyone scour the premises. We will need to seek out any weak spots and spruce up defenses.” His grip tightened at the thought of having his home invaded and besmirched. His own ire fumed in his eyes with no face to direct it at and almost aimed it at his ward who currently appeared a sickly pale twig trembling on the ground stressed out of his mind.

The young man was barely holding it together, the withdrawal from the booze likely exacerbated all the exhaustion.” And the next chance you can have someone let Hugo know to meet me in my study after ensuring Sasha is well. We will need to discuss the matter of the Nagasa family. Finding out their safety is of utmost importance, and secrecy and haste are the ways we will go about it. Is that understood, Lian?”

Lian, who felt like this was all too much and way over his head. The man got this far in his life, he had no intention of screwing that up for him and his family. He had no ill-will towards the blonde even if he did inconvenience them at times with pranks, but like the lord said it was up to Sasha.” I-I understand. Yes, sir!” gulped the man nervously and gave a small salute, unsure of what to do with his hands…this whole situation was stressful for everyone ok!?

A pleased nod.” Good..as for the tree..

“ Leave it…” Kazu said and nothing more.

"Very well. Seeing that the matter is done for now. Go and make haste." Lian gave a small bow and an awkward little.” Er…she will be ok.” Muttered in passing trying to give him comfort, even if only a little.

Watching Lian depart and only till he was gone did he turn his gaze over the area. Brows furrowed, a mix of worry and frustration when a sniffling pulled his attention to the blonde sitting there unsure of what to do.

Now that things had calmed down, Asteroth could better inspect the young man properly. Taking in his visage and saw how the right strap of his overalls snapped off with fresh hand marks and bruises peppered his arms and chest, despite his size he proved difficult even for the two men but it was the expression made that had unnerved him the most.

For as he had such a fit out of rage, surely. And yet, he was smiling and for a moment swore he was laughing. As he studied Kazumin, a part of him could not help but be partly afraid, repulsed but had to hope it was simply part of this near mental episode.

Throwing him out would be no better than throwing a sack of meat to hungry predators in the alley with the state he was in. His usual hard face softened, reached to pull out a pocket sleeve and knelt beside him.” You should clean yourself, showing such an unsightly face to a lady you’ve wronged is very ungentlemanly.” Offering a small smile and the cloth.

A tired scoff as he weakly took the cloth with a bit of limp attitude at the end.” Shows you’ve never given a proper apology. Apologies shouldn’t feel good to give…means you broke the trust to warrant it…” His words cracked at the end, knowing getting back trust was the real challenge.

Sniffling again, he wiped at his face only to be taken aback at the blood, finally realizing his nose had been bleeding all this time, and combined with the tears made the baron’s statement not just a slight jab. Cringing at how he must have looked with that apology after the fact.” Ugh…guess I owe her a proper one still…and there goes the apple pies I could have used with it.” Groaning pain anew at seeing the poor apples littering the destroyed garden.

A soft hand on the shoulder got Kazu to lift his head.” Whatever it was you went through can be discussed later, but I must ask if you know who dared to sneak into my home? To do..such an affront?” His tone remained soft as the young lad had had enough. His grip, though, could be felt, firm.

Here the exhaustion was beginning to get to him and the adrenaline-waning meant his time was short, the blurry edges of his vision proof. Fighting against it, he slumped against the baron.” Calbert…that damn bastard Calbert, I bet it was him.” Panted out the fading farmhand.

Surprise etched the older gentleman’s face.” Calbert? That is a dangerous claim to make there, can you be certain? Proof?” He disliked appearing as if he doubted him in the man’s last struggle to speak, but this was a count he was accusing.

Questions he could not rightfully answer, but still he had to get him something.” No..I don’t. But..I know it was him…or at least he gave the order for something to happen at the least. There’s some…other group out there..some kind of crazy cult…the party…Marek…it…it had to have been all of them…”

At that moment, he got to peer over Asteroth’s shoulder, receiving one last look at the tree and his hands furiously gripped the man’s shirt collar. Straining to pull himself up till their faces nearly touched, glaring into the Baron’s eyes, determined to say his piece.” They brought my family into this….they want me to play their game?”

Flashes of the mangled tree and the laughing mirrored face, fuel him further closer, the bridges of their nose touching.” I will get proof and bring down their fucking game..”

Slipping, inky blackness seeped into his vision, gradually shrinking until he could only see Asteroth’s eyes. Where Instead, he saw Calberts and in their reflection saw his own grinning face.” Ya want a psycho?….might as well do it the Kazu way!”

Grinning in challenge, thinking he could hear himself laughing before blacking out.

-Summary-
Kazu has a near mental break down and in a lapse mistaking Sasha for an enemy and choke her through accidental pyschosis break and built up rage. Struggles with what happened after being staved off by Asteroth's group as Kazu decides to play the game, being pushed to immense mental and stressful strain.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Part 1- Morning Apple surprise

Kazumin Nagasa

Time: morning
Location: Asteroth Estate
Interactions:
Mentions: Persephone/olivia, charlotte, Calbert, Anastasia, Fritz, Ruby

Trigger warning-gruesome imagery

A blinding light flashed that had the dazed blonde blink in rapid repeated session, each swipe eased the burning sensation. The world before him, a blurry mess gradually came into focus; revealing what was thought to be the sun, but instead a dazzling chandelier adorned with rows of elegant gems crafted in a way that when lit would appear like a mini sun thrumming with a strange warmth.

An almost meek chuckle left his confused lips at the peculiar sight, though would pale in comparison once his eyes settled upon the room. Assortments of weapons and pictures lined the walls, but the glare of the chandelier kept the faces obscured. Before him, sat an intricately ornately designed round table littered with a wide assortment of delicious rare, fancy dishes and bright colorful candles. Further illuminating the overly fancy-designed dining room, much to the dismay of discomfort.

Fresh sweat glistened across his forehead, each second feeling like a heat lamp had been aimed over him. Peering downward to find himself dressed in a plain and simple light-brown nobleman get-up, far too plain for his taste which exacerbated his discomfort further, the delicious spread doing little to ease it.

“ It’s so good Kazu! You got to eat!” The familiar voice spoke out with delight.

Pausing in his attempt to rid himself of the tight clothes when it did, and with it finally took notice of those gathered around him. Taken aback in surprise to see Percy and Ruby both eating nonchalantly dressed in gorgeous dresses; an unsettling sight to see for him.

They weren’t the only ones as he soon saw Charlotte beside Percy with….Anastasia? She sat next to Ruby. Seeing the princess had him doubletake for a moment, albeit with a very colorful and bright frilly mask that looked to dance with each movement hid her face somewhat and her voice distant as if still not too familiar. The same was towards the next figure which required a closer inspection to see Fritz beneath a raven mask and finally…

Hugo? His so called bodyguard sat at the far back part of the table, not partaking or interested with his gaze fixed on him. Appearing like a guest and more an observer.

Yet, all his worries and discomfort melted away as he leaned forward on the table.” The hell are you guys doing here?! And…..where did you get all this stuff?!” The flabbergasted kazu fumbled out in a mixture of confusion and excitement.

“ Who knows, but look Kazu, meat! So much meat!” Ruby cried out in delight or more rumbled out as he saw her cutting into a massive prime rib that might as well have been a whole cow plopped on the table.” Hah! Got to show that to the pudding shop next time.” He remarked, grinning as he trusted his ravenous friend hunger to win.

“ We were all invited, an apology feast the invite said.” Charlotte chimed in gently before slipping in her next spoonful of strawberry ice cream.

Kazu tilted his head curiously.” A fe-” An unpleasant burning sensation struck his forehead at the mention of apology, causing quick flashes to appear over the room, looking much like Calbert’s dining room but they were too brief to be certain of what he saw, the last being of some kind of dark hole.

He gingerly reached out and picked up the mug before him to take a sip, discovering it to be soothing oolong tea.

“ Are you ok Kazzy? Did someone spike your food? If they did I swear I’ll take this knife and jab-

A dismissive wave of his left hand.” N-no. Just..overwhelmed I guess…giving me a headache. Been getting that a lot more lately.” Smacking his lips as he peered at the light green liquid, greatly wishing he had some booze to numb the burning on his forehead.” So uh…who’s hosting this shindig….and apologizing for what?” Kazu asked, slightly grimacing at the end, his right hand used to rub at his forehead.

A soft rustling came from Fritz who placed his gloved hand palm facing upward currently closed on the table.” That we do not know, all that the host left us is this as a messenger.” Opening his hand to release some kind of furry creature which had already moved leaving him unsure until the guinea pig suddenly popping its head up from behind the mug he sipped from, in its mouth was a folded letter.

Hesitantly, the cowlicked blonde took the letter, where on the front he read the initials C.D. An immense dryness left him vainly attempting to swallow as he peered at the initials, like printed letters burning holes into the paper.

* Don’t open it! Throw it away! Dump it in the mug! Just don’t look!* A voice screamed in his head and with it his breathing became shallow and difficult. The burning on his forehead was now beginning to itch beneath the sweat pouring from his drenched body; all the while the rest continued eating and chatting as he was melting with uncertainties and thoughts that kept flashing in, of things he couldn’t remember. Were they real? Did any of it happen? Were they even his memories?
Shaking his head furiously with heated pants trying to catch his breath. Every second he delayed, the worse the sensation on his forehead became. combined with the casual camaraderie and clinking of dishes sounded akin to a flame wick crackling down, the candles popping at times, leaving shadowy splotches around him.

When it all finally became too much, Kazu gave in and opened the letter and all it contained was a large black spot. Or at least that’s what it appeared, for realization struck that he was staring down at a seemingly bottomless black pit somehow etched onto the blank paper.

In a horrendous gush of wind, the candles and all light blew out and all sounds vanished. A silence only lasting a second then-

BANG! BANG! BANG BANGBANGBANGBANG!

A cacophony of booms rang out; muffled screaming mingled in. Impossible to tell if they were his own or the other's as the immense darkness and whirling gush made discerning anything difficult.

Only when the ear-shattering booms finally cease was it feasible to hear again, save through ringing, leaving him to do little else but shake with the table his lone lifeline.

Eyes tightly closed and body bent forward, Kazu took a minute to assess himself to see that he was fine, but for sensation on his forehead, it no longer burned but itched fiercely in its place though his arms were too afraid to leave the table to tend to it, fearing it may vanished only to be replaced with a far deeper chilling thought.

“ G-guys…you..y’all alright? Percy?.....Ruby….Char…” He called out to them, giving a good pause to allow his friends to respond.” Ani? …Fritz? Anyone, please, respond!” The harrowing thought echoed in his head, yet his voice simply faded into the void.

A smell soon reached his nose; nauseating and horrid with a sickening taste of metal lingering behind.

Crackle!

A candle burst to life and with its orange glow, a terrified STOP! Spewed from his mouth with all his strength in pleading to whatever…for it to stop.

Fighting to keep his eyes closed, but the lone candle burned furiously and what he swore to be screams could only be heard in his head, drilling into his mind before it became too much, forced to open his eyes streaked with fresh tears spilling heavily at the sight of Percy lifeless body slung back against her chair, a bullet in her forehead.

Tears burned against his cheeks, unable to breathe or truly register what he was seeing, then another candle lit, revealing Ruby lying face first on her dish.” Stop this….no more.” Kazu pleaded, his voice cracking.

One by one the candles lit, revealing each of his friends shot dead, each in the forehead matching the placement his itched. Not that he could notice it anymore, his body felt numb and drained of energy.

Kazumin had been staring down at the table struggling to accept what he had witnessed, when a strange sound caught his attention. Faint and barely perceptible at first and…muffled? Slowly, he lifted his gaze to the mug, having forgotten about it, and saw the guinea pig had not moved either, its eyes like bright blue crystals staring back at him, almost mockingly so.

A burbling from the mug pulled his attention from the critter that nearly made him jump at seeing his reflection.

Staring down in horror at his reflection laughing beneath the liquid surface. Starting like a snicker then a chuckle and with the continued tempo of laughter the bubbling intensified with it. And through the bubbling, he could barely make out the inky spot on his forehead, when a trickle of warmth streamed down his forehead having scarlet droplets fall into the green liquid.

The gentle rippling of blood soothed the surface giving a brief clear glimpse of his maniacal face before half his face flashed with Calbert’s Image.

“ Kazu…Kazumin….KAZUMIN!” His head shot back up to suddenly see Hugo’s hand inches from his face reaching closer, threatening to envelop him.

“ Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!” Bang!

[nightmare sequence involving witnessing death of close and budding friends during a fancy dinner feast]

“ Wake up, Kazumin…wake up!” The gloved hand gave a rough shake of the shoulders.

Hugo’s concerned words and attempt to wake him had Kazu burst awake swinging his left fist, almost sucker punching the knight, who barely avoided it by leaning back against his seat, grabbing hold of said arm.” Take it easy, Kazumin. You’re in no danger.” The man stated sternly, his grip holding firm.

A bit of pain aside, Kazu was grateful for this or any sensation that assured him that what he experienced hadn’t been real after all. In that time, he turned and looked around frantically; taking in the cart that rumbled onward, making its way back to Asteroth estate. Then he took in Hugo ever stern face gazing back at him, but the man’s expression was softer with worry.

Panting and blinking the streaks of tears that stained his eyes, trying to remember the last thing he did for his mind was a hazy mess. Thankfully, each gulp of fresh air helped ease the aching in his lungs, and that horrid dream was already beginning to fade from his mind, though one he would not forget about.

Only once Hugo was sure that Kazu had a sense of himself again, did he release his grip?” Hm, an unpleasant dream to be sure to have you so reckless. Do you wish to discuss it?” He asked, offering a gloved hand.

At first, Kazu remained hugging against the corner he had been sleeping, staring at the offered hand. His confused expression turning to understanding as he took one more slow look around and dragged his left hand along the seat. One final confirmation he was actually here.

A slow inhale led into a soft chuckle, finally letting himself relax enough to try and sit up, where a jolt of stiffness hit.” No..just..just a dumb nightmare. Felt…so real too.” The blonde grimaced, head still reeling, prompting him to rub at his forehead, finding it felt warm. Turning to the window, only to gasp, thinking he saw his laughing blood-streaked face in the reflection. A quick rub of his eyes to see himself staring back with a very red-marked forehead and on closer look could see the fading indent from him sleeping against it.

An airy laugh upon spotting it while idly rubbing at his forehead.” Definitely not a fun one I can tell ya….food looked delicious. Stupid dream never let me get a taste.” Rubbing bitterly at his forehead while noticing Hugo roll his eyes coming to assume it to be some ridiculous food dream.

Best to leave it at that for now, the memory of his friends like that…was too painful currently.

“ Here we had hoped the camping trip would have been just what you needed. Instead, I find you in a seemingly worse state?” Motioning towards Kazu in general.

The cowlicked blonde tried to shift only to grimace due to all the stiffness and aches in his body, recalling his inability to sleep in thanks to nightmares plaguing him, his latest the worst one yet. Sleep on the rough ground while stressed and with a cheap, worn sleeping bag made for poor sleeping conditions.

Yet, the pain in his body was nothing compared to remembering that so-called camping site that the nobles did.” Yeah..I thought so too. Course, it being a courtship thing with noble ladies certainly didn’t help.” Running a hand through his hair and a long tired sigh.” Guess its hard to get into the courting mood when you got Count crapert wanting you dead.” Chuckling weakly, his right hand resting over his eyes, the sunlight hurting his eyes.

His eyebrows furrowed, and Hugo studied Kazumin checking for any signs he might be faking for another of his jokes. The faint trembling of his disheveled body and the few minor bruise marks likely formed from a night’s worth of tussling.” Seeing how shaken you are, it’s clear things have been…difficult for you.” The knight sat back, arms folding casually across his chest.” Best to give you the message from lord Asteroth now, I suppose. Seeing that you behaved, your lessons are hereby canceled for the next few days. The lord thinks a proper break is in order. Take some time to yourself, perhaps tending to the garden may serve to get your mind off things.” Nodding his head, observing his client’s reaction to the news.

Life sparked in his eyes for the first time since waking up and a smirk crept the corner of his mouth. Seems to prepare some snarky playful comment at finally being given a day off, but found he couldn’t muster it, whether it be he’s still shaken or too tired or too stressed, whatever it was that had him respond with a simple appreciative nod of the head.” …Thanks, Hugo.”

Slumping his head back against the window, where he spent the rest of the trip just peering out watching the scenery pass by, his mind on the garden as a distraction. Seeing that he was not in the mood to talk, much to Hugo’s surprise, though he couldn't blame the young man, the shadows lay heavy beneath the eyes and lack of retort more so.

Not long after, the cart pulled to a stop with the familiar estate waiting a short way outside. Before he could make for his bag, Hugo had made to grab and lift it up.” I will handle the gear, you just enjoy the day off.” His words meant to be advice, and his tone gave the vibe of command, as if Kazu was going to complain at this point.

Besides, there was one last obstacle blocking his way and with the aches in his body coursing through stiff muscles. His nemesis, the stairs loomed, almost mocking. A slow, deliberate inhale and exhale to match, drumming up the energy to finally step down from the cart. The dazzling sun; a friend made an enemy this morning as the abrupt brightness hitting him at once left his eyes stinging painfully, reminded of that damn chandelier making him recoil, scowling the grumpy blonde hunched his way up the stairs, hand all but clinging to the railing.” Not today stairs. I’m going to enjoy my day gardening, damn it!” Exclaiming said challenge fiercely.

Slowly, he made his way up, panting and wheezing like a hunched-over old man, each step felt weighed down by blocks of lead.

After what felt like an eternity, Kazu finally reached the top to find Miss Sasha running over; a glass of water in hand.” Good heavens. You sound as if you walked your way here. Drink this.” The maid offered the glass while continuing her fretting.

Kazu, however, could only see and hear the miracle elixir sloshing tantalizing in the offering. He desperately took the offering eager to sate his parched throat, only to feel Sasha try to inspect his body, the ticklish touch nearly had him drop the glass. He caught it, not without losing half its contents prompting him to reel back and cover up to block the touchy woman.” Oy! Take it easy, lady..sheesh! I’m far too delicate a flower for such a frisky maid.” Feigning being bashful.

Sasha blushed in shock at the sudden change turning that blush to a shade of red. The familiar wind-up of a slap in-coming forced him to relent.” I give I give! Please…..my face’s already sore enough, I’m fine alright? Just bad sleep is all…sorry.” Glancing away meekly; a sip from the glass used to hide a small coy smile. A laugh felt good right now as was the water that he gulped down in one go.” Ohhh…shit. Whoever says water has no taste is dead wrong…so good. *smacksmack* Minty too!” A relieved sigh with a small visible huff from the mint.” Thank you, Sasha, you’re a life safer, really.”

A sharp glare with her hand still held up, still contemplating whether to hit him or not. Relenting at seeing Kazu’s spirit improving and the fact she couldn’t help but giggle a bit.” Hmph, good to see your mood improving already.” Smiling with a gentle pat against his hand holding the glass, eyebrows furrowing with worry.” Hugo re-...told me you had a nightmare? That it left you rattled?” She asked, her lips showed she had more, but bit them back not wanting to push him too hard or pry.

His guilt worsened at seeing Sasha so worried, and while she was someone he enjoyed talking with. There was only one person he wanted to talk about this with, though he was too tired and mind too fried for much talking.

Nothing that some bit of relaxing gardening couldn’t fix.” I…. I will admit my mind’s a cluttered mess, but….. I just want to turn my brain off and sing to some flowers.” Rubbing at his forehead and hair with his free hand.” Some more of this water and…maybe some celery sticks for snacks? Might coax me to talk a bit? Hm?” Kazu pleaded cutely with a gentle clink of the glass.

A huff from Sasha who shook her head.” Don’t go pushing your sympathy game now. And we’re out of celery.” She clarified, taking the glass and turned away, pausing mid-step.” We do have some oatmeal cookies freshly baked and he ended up making too much. I suppose that will do.” A teasing smirk aimed back at the cowlicked blonde.

Expecting disappointment and instead saw a big grin.” Oat me up, yes please!” A little cheer at the treat, already this day was starting to look up.” Sounds great Sash, I’ll be at the garden, and if you got free time, feel free to join. More green thumbs the better.” Waggling his thumbs chuckling.

A departing wave, Kazu strolled his way through, greeting a passing Hugo who was making his way back to the cart to help the driver. He lacked the usual pep in his step, but had already shown signs of waking. Comforted at seeing the tired blonde improving state, felt a bit more at ease as she made for the kitchen.

Humming a little tune as she prepared Kazumin’s plate of oatmeal cookies with a few chocolate chips hidden in for a little bonus treat.” There we go. He should like these. Maybe I can try to send someone to get Olivia once he's feeling better.” Frowning, picturing the disheveled Kazumin in the reflection. A close friend was what he needed. Nodding, she had started making her way through the estate, towards the center portion where it was stationed when…

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” A loud wail filled with horror screeched its way along the walls
where it soon spread throughout the estate. A resounding scream had Sasha jumping in place; dropping the tray in hand where the sound of glass shattering had her let out a small scream.

For a moment, the maid could do little else but stand rooted in stunned shock. Her hand resting against her chest, heart threatening to pound its way free from fright.

Giving herself a moment to collect her breath after feeling as if it had been knocked from her lungs. Then her mind clicked back into reality and with it came the realization that that was Kazu’s scream and it came from the garden.

A pit formed in her stomach, and the worst thoughts flooded her mind.” K-Kazumin!” Sasha called out his name, hoping for a response, but instead heard a voice from behind.” M-Miss Sasha! Are you ok? We all heard that scream and…and…”

The servant closest to the incident had come to check things, confusion etched the middle-aged tanned male, his scarred hands nervously wringing a towel.

“ I don't know, I was preparing to check in on Kazumin when..." Shaking away the dark thoughts trying to encroach its way in and steeled herself." You are to get Master Asteroth and bring him to the garden then tell the servants to gather in the main hall and await further instructions.” Sasha pushed herself to give said orders after a slow calming breath.” Yes, Miss! Please be careful, if it proves dangerous call for us.”

After a quick assuring exchange, the two went their separate ways.

The clacking of heels and hard breathing were all that Sasha could hear going forward as no other sound nor response still came. Her heart pounded in her ears, tears streaked her eyes, wishing that cowlicked idiot would say something, anything to let her know…

“ Kazumin! Please!” She cried out the instant she burst her way through the door into the garden room in a near full panic now, fearing that…that…

Still, no response came.

Turning her head to and fro trying to find him, hoping he was near the entrance though save for the faint indent of fresh footsteps, nothing was out of place. The garden lay quiet, to great dismay, only the faint rustling of the wind, the round room held hedge walls covered in scented flowers of the region with an open ceiling that allowed sunlight to spill in freely. A shifting of the shadows of the clouds and turning her head would she take notice of the top of an apple tree, then it dawned on her.” The tree! Kazumin!” Gasped Sasha and hope lit a new as she charged her way into the small hedge maze.

The maze was nothing fancy nor held too many paths; one that most could memorize with ease and Sasha could traverse it blindfold. And yet, as she ran, stumbling over her feet; kept finding herself at a dead end and turned around.” Please…answer!...Kazumin!...I swear if this is another of your pranks….please…please be a prank.” She pleaded, still trying to get a response and at this point was on the verge of crying out in frustration, when a low grunt reached her ears upon turning the corner.

It was there, up ahead that he could see a crouched figure seemingly on their knees.” K-Kazu…please…say something..anything!” Struggling to get the words through the lump in her throat as she took slow, tentative steps closer, the familiar bouncy gold cowlick sprung into view first, then she saw the figure move with a disgruntled sigh, but otherwise, no signs of acknowledgment came.

Yet, the moment she saw the cowlick she rushed the last stretch, nearly sliding into the slumped-over Kazu, her hands frantically checking with nervous fervor and with immense relief found no injuries or so.” N-nothing. You…you’re ok…Kazumin, why..why didn’t you respond?! You half scared me to death!” She nearly shouted at the farmhand, placing her hands on his shoulders intending to shake him.

“ Was this another of your stupid pranks? You have any idea how st-” Sasha froze in place at seeing the look on his face, or lack of for he sat blankly staring ahead, hands slumped at his side. However, it was his eyes that left her feeling pale, those almond brown eyes that always gave off such warmth were hollow…there he sat, hollow, horrified, and pained eyes that soon drew her to turn to the apple tree.

At that moment she understood, staring horror-struck, blood-chilling in her veins, hands clasping over her mouth the only thing keeping her from letting out a scream.

The pair sat, staring at the apple tree, a lovely tree that was still young and much growing to do with its first batch of apples having been growing in. How excited Kazu was to make apple pies from them. But now, the apples littered the ground, smushed and stepped on, the patches of flowers planted around the tree had been stomped and tossed around.

But the ruined garden was nothing compared to what had been done to the tree, meant to bore sweet fruit, now instead had dolls cruelly nailed to its bark and branches. Each of them were done explicitly with a nail set on the head or heart with bits of sap oozing out almost like blood to further disgust those viewing.

Upsetting a sight as it was, but what was truly shocking upon closer inspection, besides the number of them, were their designs. Most looked unfamiliar to her, some appearing like kids of varying ages and two adults, who she guessed to be the nagasa, but there were those she recognized.

Biting back gulp, wanting to doubt what her eyes were seeing, yet even through tears she could recognise a doll matching Persephone and Charlotte’s appearance among others that only Kazu could tell or knew.

The apple tree stood looming, now a disfigured totem, its message

Pokémon: There and Back Again

Tristan Glory

Inventory

Inventory

Pokedollars: $4,600

Pokeballs: 20
Premiere balls: 0
Potions: 1
Repel: 1
Camping gear
Old and tattered Pokémon textbook (gifted by Nurse Joy)
Moomoo Milk: 6
Allergy Medicine
Emergency care kit (includes one multi-bristled brush, comb, tweezers, clippers, skin cream, compact mirror)

Special Gear:
Mystery Files (quest item)
Ice stone: 1

On-Hand

Pokémon Team

King

King



Species: Darkness Pokémon
Type: Flying/Dark
Level: 12
Ability: Super luck (Increases the chance of critical hits by 1 stage.)

Moveset:

Peck: King uses its sharp beak to peck at the opponent. (fly/att)
Astonish: King startles the opponent with a surprise attack. (dark/att)
Pursuit: King chases down and attacks an opponent trying to flee. (dark/att)
Feather Dance: King flutters its feathers to lower the opponent's attack.(flying/debuff)
Haze: King releases a mist to eliminate all stat changes. ( status change reset)

Princess

Princess


Species: Emanation Pokémon
Gender: Female
Type: Fighting
Level: 9
Ability: Prankster (Gives priority to status moves)

Moveset:

Quick Attack: Princess lunges quickly to strike the opponent. (normal/att)
Endure: Princess endures any attack with at least 1 HP remaining. (normal/buff)
Feint: Princess strikes with a swift attack that ignores the opponent's defenses. (dark/att)
Metal Claw: Princess attacks with sharp claws made of metal. (metal/att)

Ace

Ace


Species: Chick Pokémon
Gender: Male
Type: Fire
Level: 15
Ability: Speed Boost (Boosts the speed stat by one stage at the end of every turn)

Moveset:

Sand attack: assaults target with (pocket)sand (ground/debuff)
Growl: Ace growls to intimidate and lower the opponent's attack. (normal/debuff)
Ember: Ace launches small flames to burn the opponent. (fire/att)
Quick Attack: Ace delivers a swift attack before the opponent can react. (Normal/att)
Flame Charge: Ace charges at the opponent while cloaked in flames. (fire/att+buff)
Detect: Detect protects the user from all effects of moves that target it during the turn it is used, including damage. This does not include damage at the end of a turn such as from weather or a status condition. ( non-damage/fighting/protect style )

Angel

Angel


Species: Flowering Pokémon
Gender: Female
Type: Grass
Level: 11
Ability: Regenerator (Restores a little of the Pokémon's HP when withdrawn from battle)

Moveset:

Leafage: Angel attacks with sharp leaves. (grass/att)
Sing: Angel sings a soothing melody to put the opponent to sleep. (normal/status eff)
Sweet Scent: Angel releases a pleasant aroma to lower the opponent's evasion. (grass/debuff)
Rapid Spin: Angel spins rapidly to deflect attacks and remove hazards. Increases spd by 1 stage. (normal/att+buff)
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Sewaddle

Sewaddle


Species: Sewing Pokémon
Gender: Male
Type: Bug/Grass
Level: 8
Ability: Chlorophyll (Doubles the speed stat during harsh sunlight)

Moveset:

Tackle: Sewaddle tackles the opponent with its body. (normal/att)
String Shot: Sewaddle spews silk to bind and slow down the opponent. (bug/debuff)
Bug Bite: Sewaddle bites the opponent with sharp mandibles. (bug/att)

Combee

Combee


Species: Tiny Bee Pokémon
Gender: Male
Type: Bug/Flying
Level: 9
Ability: Hustle (Boosts the Pokémon's attack but lowers accuracy)

Moveset:

Sweet Scent: Combee releases a sweet aroma to attract opponents. (grass/debuff)
Gust: Combee flaps its wings to create a gust of wind. (fly/att)
Struggle Bug: Combee launches a weak bug-type attack that lowers the opponent's special attack. (bug/att)
Bug Bite: Combee bites the opponent with sharp mandibles.

PC

Pokémon Storage System

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By this point Tristan's nerves had been pushed to its limits, his body tense and rigid with fists clenched balled tight, the knuckles white while his palm burned red threatening bleeding. The teen's focus squarely on the small orange bird; a small twang of guilt stung at seeing the scared chick forced to charge at such a terrifying beasts, to this torchic especially, cruelly so.

The order had been given and with it, Tristan attempted to keep track of the next chain of events as best he could though as expected, couldn't keep track of such a small object bounding towards a human-sized tree gecko (might as well be a tree wall). As such, the actual finishing attack was missed, the sudden flash of fire unfazed him unlike the others watching, his concentration and stressed-out mind merely had him flinch from its momentary heat. He did so, thinking if Ace had to do this, then he shouldn't look away.

Ace falling to his feet after the clash hurt to see, but he could not pull his eyes away from the Grovyle. Expecting to hear Ace's loss or something, he could not hear as the world around him turned muffled when his gaze became affixed to his opponent. A mix of fear and admiration at the Grovyle's struggling refusal to back down, even with each attempt only served to tire and hurt itself.

This left Tristan frozen in place, unsure of how to approach this. Even before it was announced, he knew. They won...right? That question rang in his head, uncertain happiness, a bitter aftertaste.

"That's enough Grovyle. You have fought well."

Ramos's words pulled him from the momentary frozen lapse. He finally let loose a huge breath, hardly noticing having been holding it. With it came a quick chill of goosebumps as the events of what transpired finally hit him.

Hearing Louis announce with that bitter scowl brought a small smile to his lips as he took in the cheers and praise. And normally he might have bragged boisterously following getting his first official trainer batter. * Then why doesn't it feel like I did?* His teeth grit in frustration as he gazed at the spot the Grovyle had been; victory when the opponent never actually fell. This reminded him all too well of the disappointing sensation felt from his last battle at the farm albeit in a slightly different sense this time.

"Do you feel better now, Tristan?"

So engrossed in his thoughts he failed to notice the older gentleman make his way over to him, having him jump a bit in surprise." W-wh-what? I-I mean, ahem. Pardon?" Blinking a few times to help get his mind settled back in place." Ah, y-yes. Of course, I feel great. For I..er.. we have won!" Stammering and struggling at first, the silver-haired teen was able to recover, in thanks to needing to stay on guard around a bunch of rich preppies all the time back at home.

To cover up his awkward little victory cheer, he moved to check on Ace, doubting such an impact was at all pleasant. Might as well have been chucking a nugget at a rhino." Got to thank Ace for giving it his all...thank you." Gently petting the orange chick before recalling him to his ball, mentally promising to reward them properly. Even if he did not feel like he won, his pokemon did after giving their all....he was simply shown a tiny glimpse of the gap ahead of him.

The realization with it came a fear of the possible threats; if this was just a friendly opponent then what if it was a force that wanted him dead? Like the Forbidden Forest? A haunting chill ran up his spine as the image of the forest opening formed clearly in his head, feeling like he was back there. For a brief moment he thought to abandon such folly, he was not built for forest trekking!

The mystery of lady Aria, however came back full force with a strong curiosity, somehow feeling it being driven even more after Ramos pokemon's determined demonstration.

With a screw-it hop and spin on his feet, regaining his composure crossing his arms." And with this, I do believe I am owed a flower?" A satisfied grin, a hint of smug; allowing himself to revel a bit in this victory even if a little. And now, with his mind calmed down, he recalled Faye and how she sought the forest first and now the knowledge he could rub it in her face brought actual joy to his smile.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Kazumaki: Descent into Courtship Madness

Kazumin Nagasa

Time: 25th
Location: Carriage-Pinewood
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Clickity clackity, rickekty clack..clack..clack..clack…clack! Round and round again as the carriage wheels trudged on in growing tandem with every new carriage tagging along.

On the mundane boredom ticked on and only the sounds of nickering horses and faint chirps of bugs and insects. A lovely full moon gave the incredibly bored Kazumin, fingers drumming in attempted unison with the carriage’s rumbling.

* Errgh! I should be excited as all hell for this trip and yet all I feel is fucking bamboozled!* Gently slamming his fist against the base of the window, the curtain rustling from his frustrated grunt.* And to be stuck with Mr. uptight Mcgee over here.* The blonde slyly glared over at Hugo, who quietly sat across, arms crossed, gently across his chest and eyes closed, appearing as if asleep..

Oh, but the stingy bastard was far from doing so, the slight sting of his neck where his small dagger left its all too unpleasant reminder, and for merely trying to flick his nose. A tightwad with a lot of anger, that one.

Kazuming leaned against the window, trying to peer out for a better peek, hoping to discern how much longer to this so-called campsite. Though still seemed a decent bit to go, having only set off minutes ago, for Kazu it might as well have felt like hours, as such had him shifting and miming all his thoughts as if he had been conversing with the statue.

Once learning this, he let his body collapse back down in a defiantly angry pose. He both wanted and didn’t want to go to this so-called camping event. Camping. What peasant and least of all, what farmer didn’t love camping? Hell, it was one of the few bloody damn things men like him could do and after everything gleaned from the meeting; this had been exactly what he needed.

At least, that’s what she told him.* It was her. That blasted maid and that wicked tongue of hers. It’s thanks to her I’m on my way to a d-d-...gah, fuck! Even the word!* He had turned, body coiling away, turning back to lie against the window; ignorant of Hugo’s presence.

* To think, a gift could come with such a hidden cost. Damn you Sasha!* In his frustrations, he pulled the curtains, and the luminescent flash enveloped Kazu’s visions.

[The blinding flash fades as the location rewinds to Asteroth’s estate half an hour before departing]

Prior to departure flashback

“ Owww! The hell was that for? Bloody christ!” Kazu cried out; left hand clutching his freshly red-printed cheek, followed by a grimaced wince at having his right hand tugged at.

Sasha with an irritated huff of air, blew a strand of hair from her face as she sharply pulled Kazu’s hand closer into her lap.” If you would stop moving so much, this would already be over. Course, if you had the sense to get it dealt with when you were with your friends we wouldn’t be in this situation.” She started with restrained anger etching the lines of her face, unusual to see on the mostly calm maid while her eyes, though showed concern.

Seeing the concern deflated his anger and with it gone, left Kazu feeling sheepish and ashamed.

Her anger was justified by having to deal with him bursting in with an injured hand and some unpleasant bits of news, though given no internal details itself, simply mentioning a meeting. The less she knew the better and each of them knew that the lord would expect a proper report.

Said report that could wait for it was easily apparent that Kazumin was stressed out, seeing him fidgeting in place and nibbling at his thumb without noticing, the stings of his hand and cheek long since gone from his mind

A final tug of the freshly placed bandage.” All clean. Consider yourself thankful it was just a cut.” Her face softened, giving his hand a gentle comforting pat.” It's discerning seeing you so shaken, Mr Nagasa. It must have been a…difficult meeting.” She soothed, her once angry words now a warm balm.

Hearing them afforded Kazu the respite needed to relax, albeit if a little since bursting his way in bellowing about needing a drink.

Could be it was the shock of him just plopping onto the couch and chugging the bottle over his hand like it had been dying of thirst that warranted the slap? He thought before dismissing it with an airy wave of the mind.

A tired sigh as he turned his hand over; cleaned and reeking of scotch, the partially emptied bottle now sat on the coffee table. Just sitting there, mere inches away from him, teasing him like the decadent whore it was! * Why are you not in my mouth?!* Kazu thought pained though he dared not make for it; a feeling any attempt would only be met with further pains..” Ugh…you’re telling me. If you had to be in that room with those involved, you’d be a right mess too. And…who decided to go and show up dressed in such a manner.” Motioning at himself still very much wearing the overly fancy, puffy suit.

A stifled snicker from Sasha.

“ You got any idea the time it took putting on this blasted beard?! Two hours!” Ripping it off as he claimed so.” And for wha- yeowch! Ya fuckin git!” Hands hugging his cheeks now burning freshly anew.” Here I go and have a lovely evening with Ruby and…and well let’s just say my day has been ruined….the meal was still immaculate and Ruby looked lovely..and ravenous for meat, but besides that, ruined!” A weak chuckle, rubbing idly at his burning cheeks all the while.

“ A damn bloody fool, that’s what I was. And one of them was drunk at that!” Kazu groaned incredulously, recalling the glass-breaking incident all too well. Gods, how humiliating, who else could say their first impressions of the prince were dancing with his sister and having a cheesy moment amid it all?

Frowning, Sasha had stood up and stepped around to gently place a comforting hand on his shoulder.” Shh, let's put a pin on this for now. It is quite evident you are in no state to fret over the matters plaguing your mind.” She nodded, her gentle grip tensioning slightly.

“ In fact, I believe there is something that may be exactly what you need to help get your mind off things.”

Lifting his head from his internal cringing, intrigued curiosity grabbed his attention.” Oh yeah? Hit me?”

She started as if to speak, but hesitated shortly as if wrestling with to say it or not then gave a simple disarming smile.

That damn smile. deceptively sweet and innocent like honey, but beneath her lips hid a viper.

“ Yes, before you decided to come in, screeching like a boy whose hand got stuck in a jar. I had intended to inform you once you had made yourself comfortable that Lord ASteroth, in his generous heart, had set up a camping courting event for you.”

Every word spoken, candied sweets, an attempt to cover up the ruse, the guise.

One that had worked, at first as Kazu’s face instantly lit up with color not formed from pain as he and his cowlick perked up, his body previously lying back now sat up, hands on knees, akin to a child eager at the prospect of a trip.” Camping?! Yes! Gods yes! Getting away from all this romantical and political bullcrap, and instead go roughing it in the wild!”

Now rubbing his hands together, the fun activities he typically enjoyed like hunting or foraging and climbing around like he was a monkey; such that he has since been deprived of, his excitement was palpable.

A confirming nod from the maid.” Do keep in mind that ladies will be joining coming along as well. So do keep in mind to behave.” A small wave of the index finger as she stated such.

Letting loose a long relieved sigh.” Really? Could be fun. Guess Lord Asty isn’t so bad after all. Odd though…one could hardly expect a group of noble ladies to go to a camping event….hang on a mo…didn’t you say courting?” He asked Sasha accusingly.

At this, the maid shifted and covered her mouth playing off a small cough.” I..I don’t believe I did. Now stop fretting and go get packed.” Attempting to get him up to shoo off.

“ You did. Camping courting event..you definitely did…courting…ladies..behave? While camping?!”

Then it dawned on him and with the realization, the world spiraled around him. Now his mind whirled; lost amidst memories, searching for something, anything that could explain how he could be so betrayed, his love of camping..merely a backdrop for a d-d-d-damn it all!

With Kazumin just sitting there like a statue, Sasha had exhaled, having expected his reaction to be far more reactive.” I know that this may be upsetting, after already going through what you have, but It is time you participate in courting, to go in line with partaking in all the formalities of nobility.” She attempted to explain, but no response came from the blonde, only the shifting of his eyes on her to and fro.” But, I know how much you love camping (in thanks to their numerous chats) and this way you can have a courtship in a place most comfortable for you. This might be exactly what you need to calm that busy mind..and might find yourself a lady at that.” Folding her hands and resting them against the bottom of her chin, where she gave a cute, almost pleading expression. She seemed to genuinely just want him to find a girl to finally get this spastic young man on some restraint.

Every word she said might as well have been spoken from space with how it sounded a garbled mess. That’s what he wanted, at least. But no, he heard every word; each like a dagger jabbing into his ears for each uttering twisted the knife in his back. The knife, the camp he could not escape, his nightly fate sealed. All he could do was sit there and stare at Sasha without really seeing.

Picking up on Kazumin’s distraught about this whole situation, the maid quickly cleared her throat.” A-and since this was thrust upon you out of the blue, I think allowing two little requests of yours might..improve the night for you and the lucky partner..” Frantically suggesting in the hopes this might ease the statued peasant.

A long minute of painfully awkward silence was broken by a low faint low groan, one that might be mistaken for a dying animal as Kazu slowly leaned forward until his upper body was bent forward and hovering above his knees. His right hand rubbed at his forehead. Still trying to work out what led to all of this.

Scouring his history in his mind, but none gave the answer he sought. Fingers moved to rub at his eyes followed by the slowest nose exhale a man could feasibly do before uttering a single word.

“ Why?”

[The agitation in the eyes rubbed away and as the darkness ebbs, light brings the carriage into view]

Fingers pulled from his eyes, annoyance etched in his features.” Pretty as the moon is, got no need blinding me like that.” Groaned the cowlicked blonde.

“ The farmer has returned to reality, I see.” Hugo’s harsh, gruff voice suddenly grated at his ears after breaking amidst the rumbling wheels.

Tilting his head without actually lifting his head from his left hand holding it up propped by an elbow on the knee. Only now noticing he had been bent over similarly as before for the past several minutes or so, lost in that horrid retelling that landed him here. And all during had drawn ever closer to the campsite. A convenient distraction in that regard, at least.

The stony guard now shifted in a more upright position, hands rested on his knees; hilt bouncing idly at the left side of his waist.” A peculiar sight. I assumed you to be the most eager for such an event as this?” Casually motioning out towards the window, where the light of flames flickering could be seen.

Grumbling was his answer at first, Kazu turning away in with a disgruntled meh.” You’re telling me. I should be, damn it. How can I when it's about courting!” Throwing out his arms in disbelief and then collapsed back against the cushioned seat, hands sliding down his face, where his left hand then dropped with a soft thump onto the camping bag sitting to his left.

The touch of the old fabric against his palm and the faint chinking of the canteen and other small camping trinkets calmed him.” Kind of her to let me bring this. This bad boy’s got everything any camper with a right mind needs.” Kazu started showcasing his gear whether Hugo asked for it or not, showing off some rope, a sewing kit, a canteen, an extra pair of socks, an old mostly worn-out sleeping bag, and a small tent among other things.” If there is one thing I can say to always have on ya when camping...” Snapping his hand outward with a metallic click of his pocketknife.” A handy pocket knife. Never be caught without it, certainly not when out in the woods.” He laughed as he showed off his gear.

Raising his brow; a small dismissive snort at the dingy switchblade.” If that is your go-to weapon for hunting then I pity the game you hunt.” Shaking his head, amused.

This net him an offended gasp.” The fuck? No!” He denied vehemently; diving into the back where from deep within, he had wrested a large old and well-used hunting knife, a slip of its old cow-hide sheath soon glinted the hunting blade’s beauty.

The knife, at first glance, looked nothing special. Simple make with strong signs of wear and tear, signs it was a few generations old passed down. The blade, however still looked as sharp as it was new that showed great care.” Nah, now this. This is my hunting weapon. The nagasa’s hunting knife.”

He held it with a gentle, yet firm grip and gave a few coy slices of the air in demonstration, the agile ease he did so showed his comfortability and skill, the cherished joy overflowing from his eyes as he admired the heirloom before a sadness took his brow, for it was in his hands but only for a borrowed time, till oldest under him came of age.” Mhm, this knife has slain many a beast of all sizes. Even took out a bear…or so grandpap told me and I’m choosing to believe it.” Guffawed Kazu.

He studied the giddy farm boy brandishing said knife though it was his talk of hunting beast and bears that had unexpectedly brought the man to laugh.

An act that took Kazu by shock, but far be it from him to miss an opportunity, shifted his position until he sat in a pose reminiscent of a grumpy old coot with a glinting stink eye aimed at the guard, brandishing the knife with mock threatening.” Find somethin funny, do ya, sonny?” Snorted the kazu-coot.

Hugo momentarily obscured his face with his left hand as if ashamed of letting this bit of emotion slip.” I suppose I should give apologies. But, I cannot help but find the idea of courting a lady terrifying you more than wild beasts.” The so-called stoned knight had struck Kazu’s male pride with a boulder slight.

“ H-hey! I’m not scared of gals..er vilage ladies…but noble ladies? They’re whole different class and in my case, literally. Do I look like the kind of guy who should be mingling with all those beautiful, high-class ladies?” Asked while slouching back and leaning against his pack, the cowlicked farmhand sat wearing no fancy suit or silly get-up or disguise, he merely wore his overalls and loose shirt beneath. (Freshly washed and steamed at that, Sasha ensured that)

Hugo, stroking at his chin shook his head in response.” Surely, knowing what this event entails you would have thought to have chosen your attire more appropriately.”

An exasperated sputtering of the lips.” If I got to spend the night stuck at a campsite trying to woo some lady who is leagues above my station, at that. I will do so in **proper** camping attire and I will not be denied my requests.”

A weary sigh from the annoyed gentleman, before he could say anything, Kazu interjected.” And fair warning right now, to be clear. Anyone tries to make me wear some uptight suit on this one night…I’mma deck em on the mouth.” He stated matter-factly with a look saying just try me.

This warranted Hugo to dismiss his original words with a wave of the hand.” Fret not, I have no intention of earning your ire over a minor issue, however, I would not be remiss to remind you to behave, regardless of whatever reasons for your…overdramatic fears.” Warning in his tone.

His mood relenting as he then raised his hands in a defeated manner.” Easy, easy. Just cause I have no idea what the hell I’m gonna do, being a jerk to a lady is the furthest from my mind. Believe me, I’ve already got plenty of bad eyes on me as it is, don’t be needing to get anymore coming after me.” Knowing his luck, he doubted things would go so smoothly, to his chagrin.

“ Long as it is understood.” House Asteroth needed not more negative views and to see young Kazumin shaken up by something simple as a courting event.” I wish to state this and I say so with no offense more so to understand, but one would think that one of your status would jump at such an opportunity.” Saying it out aloud left the man visibly perplexed as he peered at the younger man queerly.” Certainly, were it any man from your village they would be rightfully beside themselves.” Finishing his vocal pondering with a small smack of the lips, eager for an answer.

The questions that hit Kazumin left him appearing as if he might hit back with a rebuke, instead let out a sigh as he slipped the knife back in the pack before leaning forward, yet again with arms resting along his knees, fingers pressed together musingly as he gazed somewhere between the floor and Hugo.” Heh, you’re definitely not wrong there.” Chuckled, a soft smile lined with sad chocolate brown eyes.

That was something he had been wondering about, himself, for as long as he could think.” If any of the fellas back at home had even an inkling of what I was doing, they’d have me sack and clobbered with filled socks.” Unable to help but snicker at the image of the sheer jealousy they would have.” You don’t even want to know what the Anastasia fan club would do. Man, if they ever find out I danced with their beloved p r i n c e s s ….” Trailing off having said the last word in a long slow process as flashes of the newspaper hit like a spun newswheel, dawning on him.” Shit! Oh fuck! You don’t think the news got to them, already, do you?”

[Quick zoom to a small run-down barn in a secluded outcropping a smidge removed from Kazumin’s village]

A group of drunk and incredibly pissed farmhands of varying ages and some gals huddled and crying around their treasured poster of Princess Anastasia. Sitting inches below, lie the poster depicting the source of their woes with mentioned newspaper scrap pinned next to Kazumin’s stupid grinning face. The image had been drawn over to look like a scummy dirtbag with crude scribbles and drawings.

Voices cried out in frustration.” Damn you Kazu!” and “ It should have been me-e-e-e!” Along with. “ Fuck him and his bouncy cowlick!” Among other jeers and booes aimed at Kazu as rocks and darts were flung, some brandishing voo-doo dolls trying to curse him.” Go to hell you blonde bastard!”

[Best mosey on back]

Scratching at his chin, pondering for a minute then shrugged his shoulders.” Ahh it will be fine. Hardly any of them can hardly read anyway….might need to ask Ani for some kind of gift to take back for them though..just to be safe.” Further chin scratching pondering at this.

“ Anywho, let’s just say for short story sake, my interests always been in other places like exploration and so forth. Hm…” Why was that so, he hoped to discern that eventually. A clap of his knees and a big huffing exhale.” Phew, welp. Not much I can do about it, so might as well try and get into the spirit. Lords knows some good old roughhousing is good for a hard reset, a break from all the drama nonsense and a chance to have the ladies experience camping could make this an interesting night.” Excitement began to fill his face anew.

A quizzical raise of the brow from Hugo.” Roughhousing? Mr. Nagasa….it seems Miss Sasha has failed to relay the full details of this camp event.” Obscuring his face, hiding an amused smirk as he had a feeling it was by no means an accident. For once, Hugo would get to enjoy a little show.

This was met with a quizzical tilt of the head from Kazu.” What? The fuck are you goin on ab-” Mouth went agape as the carriage pulled up and around to a stop at the entrance of pinewood. And with each horrific rumbling clack of the wheel, came the views of the tents and festivities. His face now pressed against the window’s glass, eyes widening in horror as he took in the disgustingly glamerous tents and lavish decorations and facilities all their fancy typical crap.

“ no……no…..No………Noo N- ooh I do like the lanterns though……NOoooo- oh god whyyy!” Face pressed further upon the glass in between each pause, forced to take in the hellish scene drawing upon him.” Oh..no..gods….what have you noble bastards done?! Is nothing sacred…oh lords, Hugo no..this..this isn’t camping? This..this sick abomination…what the hell even is this? Glamorous camping? Glamping?! Glamping Hugo!”

Sounds of immense disappointed wailing and thumping of forehead against glass could be heard. The carriage rocketed gently as Hugo was left to let the distraught fool get it all out.

Nearly five minutes passed before the door finally clicked open, where a dejected Kazumin stepped his way down, pack clutched and held to his right side; noticing the rest having gathered in the pavilion and with a defeated sigh, he trudged his way over.

Along the way as he went.” Ugh…come on, Kazu. You still got your pack, can still camp your way after…” Glancing around at the overly-indulgent set-up surrounding him, a mockery of camping; gagged from the sights, a headache inducing onslaught almost.” You can do this. Shouldn’t be that hard to do this whole..courtship thing. I can only pray its not a lady of stupidly high standing….might be some smaller house or someone I know, yeah? The uncertain blonde pep-talked with only marginal effect leaving him more nervous than agitated now.

Soon pulling up to the group, giving himself one last deep breath.” It’s all good. Just go at it like you always do without stressing so much. Just think of this as a normal camp night out and it all should go smoothly…..gods I hope so.” At the very least he could only hope this night would not get any worse.

“Once everyone gathers 'round, we’ll start handing out your tent assignments! And,” she added with a playful wink, “you’ll be assigned your partner for the evening. So stay close! It’s going to be an unforgettable night!”

The announcement by the preppy duo, the real and stark reminder of the real purpose he was here for. And he had to put up with such peppy schmucks, you know those overly preppy counselors? This campsite was starting to feel more like a hellscape.

“ There better be some damn booze somewhere in this blasted camp. Damn you, Sasha.” Glaring his disdain at the moon, swearing to see her face almost mocking him.

Rising Stars: A Fairy Tail AU

D'angelo Schultz

@Lunarlord34 Akemi @twave Ariel @zarkun Aylin Blackreach

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Following along from the rear, mostly to know which car they would be staying in to keep track of in case something was to happen. Taking this opportunity to get a good look of the train's interior; admiring the decor and so as his clouds made train use unnecessary.

It wasn't long before they arrived and already he could see Akemi trying to befriend the young lady. Pleasant to see as he glanced around the car, taking in a quick look around, until Lady Aylin looked in his direction.

" Hey! By the way, miss, the name's D'angelo. I'm mostly just here for observin so don't mind me. I will be putting up a backup in case of an emergency. Should form in a few minutes, if anything bad should happen, just give it a little whack and poomf!" Miming an expansion with his hands." Hope everyone has a safe and fun ride!" A double thumbs up before moving to prep.

Whistling and bouncing atop nimbus while gently whipping up a handful from the golden cloud, where he worked and shaped it into a puffy golden snowball." Pitcher winding up and..." With a fair number wind up of his arms, the chubby male chucked the ball upward, having it land on the ceiling near the car's center with a faint and gentle squish where it then settled and took root to start growing with each passing second exposed to the air, like a plant forming small tendrils; thin, waspy golden smokey trail slithered to both sides of the train. Over the next few minutes, at the center base, it would sprout into a softball-sized puffy yellow orb hanging partially down like a wobbly chandelier, enough for most to reach with little trouble. (while certain shorter individuals may find requiring need of jumping to reach)

With that done, D'angelo drifted off with a departing wave back out and towards the front of the train; drawing up to the side until he was leveled with it. A wave of the hands to have a waft of white cloud form and be shaped into a helmet then draped over his head, finishing with a whispy cloudy scarf." Can't forget about safety...Oops!"

A slap of the head forehead, nearly forgetting as he reached into his cloudy companion to pull out a pair of goggles." Phew, don't want to go losing an eye to some bird out jayflying or anything." Shaking his head at such possible humiliation before even on an actual job. With a snap and a small ow, goggles were on. Not to mention a bad look for a first not-job job to boot.

" Ok, this is it Nimbus. Just remember this, winning isn't the goal so just do your best and see how we fare to the epic power and might of science!" HIs arms out wide in amazed wonder towards the massive mechanical beast; a hiss of steam almost as if in acknowledgment of the strange human's challenge."This is so cool isn't it, nimbus? Getting to not only see beasts and meet new people, but new mechanical wonders of all sorts too, all of it just waiting for us to see..and it all begins officially down this track!" HIs body bounced giddily in place laughing with elation.

Soon hearing the train gearing up to set off, the pudgy young adult shifted into a sitting position, moving his hands to click in place a seatbelt to better hold him down." Let's show everyone what you can do and most of all..a good time!"

Pokémon: There and Back Again

Tristan Glory

Inventory

Inventory

Pokedollars: $4,600

Pokeballs: 20
Premiere balls: 0
Potions: 1
Repel: 1
Camping gear
Old and tattered Pokémon textbook (gifted by Nurse Joy)
Moomoo Milk: 6
Allergy Medicine
Emergency care kit (includes one multi-bristled brush, comb, tweezers, clippers, skin cream, compact mirror)

Special Gear:
Mystery Files (quest item)
Ice stone: 1

On-Hand

Pokémon Team

King

King



Species: Darkness Pokémon
Type: Flying/Dark
Level: 12
Ability: Super luck (Increases the chance of critical hits by 1 stage.)

Moveset:

Peck: King uses its sharp beak to peck at the opponent.
Astonish: King startles the opponent with a surprise attack.
Pursuit: King chases down and attacks an opponent trying to flee.
Feather Dance: King flutters its feathers to lower the opponent's attack.
Haze: King releases a mist to eliminate all stat changes.

Princess

Princess


Species: Emanation Pokémon
Gender: Female
Type: Fighting
Level: 9
Ability: Prankster (Gives priority to status moves)

Moveset:

Quick Attack: Princess lunges quickly to strike the opponent.
Endure: Princess endures any attack with at least 1 HP remaining.
Feint: Princess strikes with a swift attack that ignores the opponent's defenses.
Metal Claw: Princess attacks with sharp claws made of metal.

Ace

Ace


Species: Chick Pokémon
Gender: Male
Type: Fire
Level: 11
Ability: Speed Boost (Boosts the speed stat by one stage at the end of every turn)

Moveset:

Scratch: Ace scratches the opponent with sharp claws.
Growl: Ace growls to intimidate and lower the opponent's attack.
Ember: Ace launches small flames to burn the opponent.
Quick Attack: Ace delivers a swift attack before the opponent can react.
Flame Charge: Ace charges at the opponent while cloaked in flames.

Angel

Angel


Species: Flowering Pokémon
Gender: Female
Type: Grass
Level: 11
Ability: Regenerator (Restores a little of the Pokémon's HP when withdrawn from battle)

Moveset:

Leafage: Angel attacks with sharp leaves.
Sing: Angel sings a soothing melody to put the opponent to sleep.
Sweet Scent: Angel releases a pleasant aroma to lower the opponent's evasion.
Rapid Spin: Angel spins rapidly to deflect attacks and remove hazards. Increases spd by 1 stage.
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Sewaddle

Sewaddle


Species: Sewing Pokémon
Gender: Male
Type: Bug/Grass
Level: 8
Ability: Chlorophyll (Doubles the speed stat during harsh sunlight)

Moveset:

Tackle: Sewaddle tackles the opponent with its body.
String Shot: Sewaddle spews silk to bind and slow down the opponent.
Bug Bite: Sewaddle bites the opponent with sharp mandibles.

Combee

Combee


Species: Tiny Bee Pokémon
Gender: Male
Type: Bug/Flying
Level: 9
Ability: Hustle (Boosts the Pokémon's attack but lowers accuracy)

Moveset:

Sweet Scent: Combee releases a sweet aroma to attract opponents.
Gust: Combee flaps its wings to create a gust of wind.
Struggle Bug: Combee launches a weak bug-type attack that lowers the opponent's special attack.
Bug Bite: Combee bites the opponent with sharp mandibles.

PC

Pokémon Storage System

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Ramos words wrung true, of course, and Tristan wouldn't normally dismiss him, but he was in a heated-up state going through his first proper battle. One that proved far more intense than a trainer that only started just the other day but guess the divine forces of Arceus decided it cruely funny to toss a huge ass bipedal lizard at some tiny birds and a flower. Hard not to see that rather hard finisher as bullying too after the fact.

Still, he appreciated the words for they did help calm some sense back into him, affording him to catch notice of the white flash from Ace. Not only had it been a succeess but it had also reminded him of his Torchic's ability, speed boost.

Even with it, the grovyle was still faster, but only for so long. Considering that Ace was mostly fine with type advantage, yet, that detect was an issue for Ember. Trying to do it in r-

Suddenly an idea came to mind, a risky one though at this point, Tristan started to realize risk was the only way to win with the advantage he had right now. It came down to if Ace could pull an indirect hit.

Gritting his teeth, hands clenched as he prepared to order his torchic to do something he knew the bird hated." Quick, Ace! I know it's scary, but just charge at the grovyle! Don't think about anything else and keep going...at the last moment shift into a flame charge and ram as hard as you can!" Called out the teen, the last bit given shortly before Ace would clash to try with a surprised ambush.

Hardly a sane idea, but simply running could only serve to tire Ace out. Better to try and get some damage and hopefully, the speed boost needed, assuming the orange chick survives.

Pokémon: There and Back Again

Tristan Glory

Inventory

Inventory

Pokedollars: $4,600

Pokeballs: 20
Premiere balls: 0
Potions: 1
Repel: 1
Camping gear
Old and tattered Pokémon textbook (gifted by Nurse Joy)
Moomoo Milk: 6
Allergy Medicine
Emergency care kit (includes one multi-bristled brush, comb, tweezers, clippers, skin cream, compact mirror)

Special Gear:
Mystery Files (quest item)
Ice stone: 1

On-Hand

Pokémon Team

King

King



Species: Darkness Pokémon
Type: Flying/Dark
Level: 12
Ability: Super luck (Increases the chance of critical hits by 1 stage.)

Moveset:

Peck: King uses its sharp beak to peck at the opponent.
Astonish: King startles the opponent with a surprise attack.
Pursuit: King chases down and attacks an opponent trying to flee.
Feather Dance: King flutters its feathers to lower the opponent's attack.
Haze: King releases a mist to eliminate all stat changes.

Princess

Princess


Species: Emanation Pokémon
Gender: Female
Type: Fighting
Level: 9
Ability: Prankster (Gives priority to status moves)

Moveset:

Quick Attack: Princess lunges quickly to strike the opponent.
Endure: Princess endures any attack with at least 1 HP remaining.
Feint: Princess strikes with a swift attack that ignores the opponent's defenses.
Metal Claw: Princess attacks with sharp claws made of metal.

Ace

Ace


Species: Chick Pokémon
Gender: Male
Type: Fire
Level: 11
Ability: Speed Boost (Boosts the speed stat by one stage at the end of every turn)

Moveset:

Scratch: Ace scratches the opponent with sharp claws.
Growl: Ace growls to intimidate and lower the opponent's attack.
Ember: Ace launches small flames to burn the opponent.
Quick Attack: Ace delivers a swift attack before the opponent can react.
Flame Charge: Ace charges at the opponent while cloaked in flames.

Angel

Angel


Species: Flowering Pokémon
Gender: Female
Type: Grass
Level: 11
Ability: Regenerator (Restores a little of the Pokémon's HP when withdrawn from battle)

Moveset:

Leafage: Angel attacks with sharp leaves.
Sing: Angel sings a soothing melody to put the opponent to sleep.
Sweet Scent: Angel releases a pleasant aroma to lower the opponent's evasion.
Rapid Spin: Angel spins rapidly to deflect attacks and remove hazards. Increases spd by 1 stage.
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Sewaddle

Sewaddle


Species: Sewing Pokémon
Gender: Male
Type: Bug/Grass
Level: 8
Ability: Chlorophyll (Doubles the speed stat during harsh sunlight)

Moveset:

Tackle: Sewaddle tackles the opponent with its body.
String Shot: Sewaddle spews silk to bind and slow down the opponent.
Bug Bite: Sewaddle bites the opponent with sharp mandibles.

Combee

Combee


Species: Tiny Bee Pokémon
Gender: Male
Type: Bug/Flying
Level: 9
Ability: Hustle (Boosts the Pokémon's attack but lowers accuracy)

Moveset:

Sweet Scent: Combee releases a sweet aroma to attract opponents.
Gust: Combee flaps its wings to create a gust of wind.
Struggle Bug: Combee launches a weak bug-type attack that lowers the opponent's special attack.
Bug Bite: Combee bites the opponent with sharp mandibles.

PC

Pokémon Storage System

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King had been putting up a great fight and for the bird's first actual trainer battle, had done more than Tristan ever imagined. Sadly, that luck came to an end and with it, the murkrow's inexperience proved too lacking.

Seeing his Pokemon lose wasn't what hurt, but seeing King getting slammed down so hard, almost as if the Grovyle had done it on purpose. Unlikely that it did, but for the teen still new to all this, felt his blood boil with a fiercer gaze at the green bipedal dead stain. With restrained anger, Tristan got out King's Pokeball to recall the fainted mon.

" This was meant to be your redemption, but you did great. Rest now." He whispered to the ball, unsure if King could hear them though they were just as comforting to him as they were meant for the bird.

A brief supporting squeeze, he pocketed and grabbed his next then aimed a fierce gaze at the Grovyle." Panic? I'm going to teach that lizard brain manners to bully small pokemon so!" Shouted Tristan in challenging Rebuke as then called out Ace, the orange chicknugget jumping with a frightened chirp at the sight of the imposing opponent looming like a giant.

He knew sending Ace against such a scary opponent was not ideal, but having him be the last pokemon felt too risky. There was also King's last hit; hopefully dealing enough to slow Grovyle for Ace to manage and one thing was clear, a direct fight was bad for the little bird." Alright, Ace! Don't worry about getting close! Focus on using ember burn for attack and use quick attack to escape, doesn't matter if the ember misses, just keep firing and running!" Tristan called out his strategy, sweating like crazy, his orders sounding strange like one doing a desperate measure, but the silver-haired teen looked like he had a plan in mind.