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In Neo Genesis: Chronicles of Eberron → 5 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay




Race: Silver-Wolf Shifter
Class: Arcane Mystic
Location: Bar
Interactions: @potter Arya @princess, Gears
Mentions: @papaosoBastion, @Tracxyx Bobi , @funnyguyWendel(Miris)
Equipment:

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Gold Balance:13
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The snow-haori-garbed wolf sat in his seat feeling trapped within currents of scents and activities occurring all about like a swirling cocoon of near-overwhelming sensations. Every creaking step, the sounds of muttering voices crashing like an endless onslaught of thunderous light. His body faintly trembled in trepidation and bubbling curiosity overboiling within like lava in his veins.

The golden bronzed automaton beauty only added to the influx of inquiries; dark blue eyes crashed like waves spilling over the intricate metal craft, the finely shaped metal made in a feminine figure. How every robotic stiff movement shifted with a strange hypnotic grace with a clear aquamarine heart glowing with syrupy sweet life with a hint of metallic spice.

“You two from a traveling circus, orrr...?”

The peculiar question left Menzai momentarily paused, his cloudy ears perked up with intrigue; mind briefly recalling the mythical jungle and the countless various oddities and unknowns..and the dinosaurs. (claws twitched to an exciting prey missed)”

A gentle turn to glimpse Phia whispering to the coin he left as payment; a flick of the left ear briefly catching snippets of her thanking the gold metal lump as if to comfort it to know its value appreciated. Menzai could feel the intensely bright calming presence emanating in her every touch holding only kindness. The way she tensed excitedly and called his name in recognition soothed his electrically charged body and did much to soften the ache to hunt with questions.

“ Hm, a jungle circle comes to mind. And perhaps an activity to seek out when the opportunity arises, how does that sound, sweet Phia?” The wolf suggests cooly, his face maintaining its neutral expression, a slight crooked amused smile at the elven maiden cute pouty antics towards having the dreaded veggies mixed in.

“Alright then. This I can work with,” she said, sweeping it up. “One order of meats—extra vegetables for balance—and somethin’ strong for the chest, mmkay. Got just the thing steepin’. Hope you like tea that kicks like a mule. It’ll calm ya for sure…just not right away.”

A perked raise of the fluffed ears and brow at the offered suggestion, a slight crinkle at the mention of mule (muddy bland meat), and gave a soft, precise tap of a snow glinting claw careful not to tarnish the lovely mechafemoid’s counter.” That sounds most refreshing and palatable, and vegetables under the meat, an extra topping of meat if possible.” An appreciative head bow.

Intending to say more till he noticed his elven charge overzealous chugging of her hot drink elicited a small sigh while quietly swiping tissue from a nearby dispenser, where he gingerly wiped any wet residue from her burned lips.” Sweet Phia, please, must I remind you we are not with the tribe? And it seems you have forgotten that meat does not grow either.” A disappointing tsk.” Apologies miss, a glass of milk may be needed as-”

“Hello, barkeep. I am lucky- no, I am happy to say I have met two Warforged today. My name's Wendel and this fellow here is Bastion,”

The aged dwarf from before spoke up gruffly pushing for the lovely barkeep’s attention cutting him off though unbothered as his eyes had been drawn to the huge mechanical giant( bastion his dwarf companion Wendel bellowed) and was perplexed at the quiet ease Bastion placed his heavy bulk on the chair. A brief queer awe at the level of control as metal parts screeched and steam actuators hissed within; a treasure chest of enigma waiting to be delved into, much like the lovely miss tending the bar.

“…You smell like secrets,” she whispered toward the figure. “And maybe… smoky berries?”

Only then noticing that Phia had slipped away while distracted mid-cleaning to find her whispering to the cloaked figure; a glimpse of a curled horn? A tiefling horn perhaps? Finding himself drawn to the figure, this elven maiden always had a way of sniffing out secrets in her unabashed approach that always astounded the wolf, a jealous tinge quickly shaken away by shock at Phia’s ping ponging rudely inquired questions.

“Can you tell us your name? And what species you are?” Her eyes sparkled with genuine wonder. She leaned in again, whispering in awe with widened eyes: “Are you a rock girl?”

Her shameless unintentional insult to the golden miss had Menzai mentally facepalm.” Now, Phia, Surely this mechanical craft of beauty is a shiny metal treasure. Please forgive the young miss for forgetting to offer greetings first.” He interjected in haste before the barkeep may take offense.” This young elven maiden is Phia and I am her charged protector, Menzai.” A guilty small wilt of the ears hoping to amend the possible misunderstanding.

Then an ear shrieking screeching pierced the air sending an unsettling rake of nails on the chalkboard down his spine forcing him to lower his ears before they got blown out causing an irritated tremor to course through his body.

An uncomfortable reminding stench of cheese and a hint of putrid brimstone that could only belong to the blasted gnome he had briefly caught sight of while settling himself. His deep blue eyes prowled their way to the gnome now suddenly leaning on the counter and gawking at the barkeep. Cat eye crimson glints twitched like a snapshot picking up a hint of Phia’s scent buried in his sack; canine ears having caught the distinctive lack of clinking coins when searching in her bag.

The realization hit with a rippling rush of rage.* You…dare steal from…my sweet Phia?* A dark bloody growl rasped beneath closed lips as pink-tipped snowy claws delicately raked along the counter, a faint spine-chilling scrape directed at the thieving cheese-thinking bastard. Even in his struggling bout of bestial urge, he refrained from scratching the well-cared-for wood even as the grains scratched the pointed tips.

A small stabling huff of his nostrils; heart pounding and body nearly shivering from the building adrenaline now mixed with feral ire at this slight towards Phia. A suppressing snarl as he turned away, wanting nothing more than to hunt and teach the ball of chaos regret much as the inexperienced pickpocketing child had learned though doubted he would stop at merely breaking a bone for such disservice.

Feeling his body heating up in a multitude of frustrating ways and sought Phia's calming jingling scent but found himself stunned in perplexed disbelief upon taking in the young tiefling miss now revealed with the cloak slipped away.

*A starry constellation?* The words were breathed on a silent breath as his ocean blue eyes reflected the glittering stars. Every star was a brilliant smile glittering in beauty, the dark pale blue of the night illuminated with kind starry blue gems for eyes that appeared to peek at an eastern sunrise and a western downward when catching the light.

For a brief moment, his body qualms were washed away by Phia's bubbly sweetness and the star-speckled tiefling tenderness and shyness, like a scared lamb bleating a cry for help. The terrified pounding of her heart resounded loudly, almost drowning the burning ire when…

”Tiefling filth!”

Snarling wolf eyes arrowed in on the Dragonborn father that dared rasp such an unjust and uncalled-for insult to a delicate nightly beauty. Predatory eyes glaring sharply in tandem with Stella, only now taken notice of the mighty female eagle; a protector of her own that put him at ease, only somewhat.

Menzai struggled and sought to hold it in, but twice now the lizard breath bastard has crudely insulted without any cause and the thieving cheese gnome had tested his bestial ire enough.” Dear sweet Phia.” A restrained casual lean, reaching to gently grasp the dazzling blue marble between the tips of his thumb and forefinger, graciously held in the tips without a scratch.”But I have need to borrow this wondrous blue treasure, but I assure..it shall return to your hand.” Holding it up to briefly admire its simple clear blue elegance.” Perhaps share some of your treasure stories with your new tiefling friend. I shall return shortly.” A thankful pat on Phia's shoulder.

Without waiting or explaining, the wolf quietly stalked off the chair, the rankle of his ears and twitching of claws as he peeked at the gnome in turning.* Watch gnome….watch and see what awaits you as well.* A shadowy wisp of blood lust slithered its way up the gnome's spine in a cold chilling snake hiss in the air in wicked promise.

Pausing when passing Arya and leaned in only partly not wishing to invade her space.” Please Stay with Phia and you will be safe.” Whispered softly for her ears alone, brows furrowing in concern then tilted his gaze up to the eagle her immense care for Arya felt in the warning glare aimed at the unknown wolf; shoving his boiling urge to give a light bow with a small spread of snow draped arms to show no sign of deception, his reasons honest and intent genuine.

Then with the faint rustling of falling snowy fabric, had turned to stride towards the racist lizardbrain father; every step meticulous with stalking intent; eyes zeroing in on the dragonborn as every step drew him closer the world melted around him, no longer important. The sounds of travelers and adventures bustling fading, turning dark.

Rippling deep blue eyes crackled from the jagged furious crimson glints seeming almost to stretch and claw at the edges, a snarling huff breath, tense ears focusing solely on his foul hateful breathing, and nose rankling stench. On the outside Menzai walked with a neutral gate while beneath a trashing growl wracked just beneath his chest with its fire-raked claws pounding viciously with a wicked hunger now given target.

The stalking hunter came to a casual stop a few steps before the towering dragonborn, his domineering 6’5 bulk of scalie muscle scowling down; a wolf stepping up to a wolf. Yet, Menzai stood unfazed as he stared at his scalie neck, eyes crackling with the beast beneath drooling to rip his throat out, but then the faint scared gasp of the little girl being taught such horrible things and was immensely grateful for her presence, allowing him that bit of restraint needed.

However, the racial grievances could not stand and so lifted his gaze up into the snarling scalie lizard prick’s face. Then in one momentary concentrated burst unleashed his bloodcurling malice directed with all his predatory fury into those closed-minded eyes on a silent sky letting growl released on a simple.” Sir…” Exhaled on a raspy snarl, eyes flashing blood red in a bone-chilling rush that could easily be felt by those with acute senses.” Twice now you have cruelly spat your disdain without cause towards those minding their business.” A Restrained rumble as he kept his posture calm, raging eyes burning his feral ferocity.” Before you snap or snarl in response, I should remind you where you are.” A passing motion of the deck around them shows the crowds of people.

A good number of them could be felt sharing their animosity towards the bulking father as he did so.” This is a place free for all and….there are many shadowy places. So I would be remiss to keep this in mind..next time you openly bleat that hateful fire. Might find the shadows alive next time you display such disgraceful talk.” A gentle shifting motion towards the daughter.” Most disgraceful teaching this pretty young princess such…language.” A disappointing shake of the head uncaring if the dragon approved or not, his clawed hands kept at the ready if he dared to attack.

Having said what he wished to say, the burning ire settled back down as he slowly bent down to one knee in an apologetic manner.” Forgive me, little princess, if this snow wolf scared you and your…father.” A lifting growling gaze up at him then a lowering gentle soft smile as his right hand rose presenting the glinting blue marble position hovering a short distance over her eye, a caressing turn as Menzai shifted to the side to let her see through it.” See this, a precious treasure. Like a pretty sea mirror?” Asking in a soft parental tone with a slight playful hint rarely shown.” See the pretty elven maiden at the bar? She has plenty like these and is happy to share, though she seemed to have misplaced this. Would you like to take this treasure back to her for me? And the sweet tiefling, maybe if you give her a smile she may grant you a wish?”

Gingerly placing the marble in the girl’s hand with a soft hand cupping it close.” I trust her treasure in your hands, carry this promise with an honest heart.” Whispering gently with a comforting squeeze then pulled his hand away leaving the girl to decide what was right, staying knelt waiting while glaring up at the dragonborn daring to challenge interfering in her daughter’s curiosity he so evily shut down.” Perhaps the bird-watching warforged may enjoy it as well, he is quite..cool, is he not?” An uncertain pause in the usage of cool though the word felt adequate; refusing to allow the past disdain to corrupt another innocent curious mind.
In 🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕 → 6 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Kazumin Nagasa




Time: Evening
Location: Castle Dining Room
Interactions: @potter Lady Olivia/Percy, Asteroth, Hugo
Mentions: @princess Charlotte




An irritated Asteroth strode with hasty steps, his cane clacking in rapid pace, Sir Hugo following a short step away having recently arrived and now fretting being late after an emergency visit at his personal tailor’s.

The herald voice calls out announcing their arrival.” Presenting Lord Baron Astertoh Hugonin of Hugonin Estate, his Ward Kazumin Nagasa-”

A stiff stern expression on Hugo’s face as he turned and leaned close to his lord as they strode towards the center.” My lord, are you certain allowing the cowlicked fool to prance around in..that..farce of a suit?” Murmuring his misgivings with a quick studying cold gaze of the extravagant hall.

A frustrated huff of Asteroth’s nostrils and a pinch to the bridge of his nose with the left hand, cane lightly gripped and twirled in his main hand.” Hrngh, hardly if my mood does not demonstrate so. Yet, this was an invitation by the king himself.” A squeezing rumination at the whole situation.” Why or how the king has taken fancy of him, the reasons escapes me but this is a special occasion…still, Mr. Nagasa seems to enjoy testing my patience.” A brief scowl was afforded before calming his gruff face cleaned and prepped as the pair bowed their respect to the royal family and then stepped aside to see Kazumin finally strutting in after a delay.

A merry whistling tune came along and a whirling twirl of the candy-speckled cane, its ball end smoothly round and a twirling mix color of blue and red playfully held and spun in his black-gloved hand then a skidding pause to his skipping candy patterned dress shoes then a gentle lifting tilt of his slightly faded star speckled hat with wide glittering awe of the extravagant castle halls.

“ *Whistles* Whew, so this is a banquet befitting of a king eh? The kind of feast that requires a matching suit of ‘pizazz’! “ Charging his way onward with a hippity hoppity to his step and a delighted bounce in increasing fervor taking in the sights of rare and delicious food delicacies piling the tables for as far as the eyes could see; a boundless allure that had Kazumin who his lord and bodyguard figured be fretting out of his mind was instead giving a delighted spin into a low playful bow offering his reverence of thanks.

The rustle of his bright red-blue mixed plaid suit almost mingling with the bright dazzling colors.

A low hat-pulling bow rested upon his chest, a peek at Princess Anastasia giving her a big grin, the princes a respectful bow, and the king gorging himself on piles of food left him in a mixture of awed disgust.* Damn…look at the pig king go. Can’t help but feel the hunger.. for a challenge!* A deep rumble in his belly as if agreeing with the idea.

With a twirling flip of the hat patted back on his head he jumped up with a tossed grab of the cane and whirled about till he spotted the grumpy lord and his stony guard and whistled his way over rubbing a hand over the sleeves.” Aye, look at the place?! Can hardly look around without going blind or hungry, hahah! Everyone’s really gone out this time.” Chuckling as he joined the two.” Sorry for the delay there..got a bit lost, this place is huge..hm think some tour guides might help.” Rubbing his forefinger against his lip in a pondering manner.

A slow airy huff from the glowering Asteroth.” I see your…energetic spirit has returned and I truly wish you reconsidered. This…clown suit of yours. We have already tallied enough thanks to this…rush job you thrust upon me.” A small grit of teeth of annoyance and slightly amused crook of his lips.

Save for a slight shudder from the glowering, Kazu carried on unbothered with fixing of the hat, a small mostly used candle seemingly set at the base at the front of the hat than a crease dusting of the dress shirt.” Aw, but look..its so colorful and breathes! Not unlike all those stuffy boring suits most these flashy noble folks enjoy.” Still, undeniable there were countless beautiful sights to enjoy, the food merely what drew his attention first as it wasn’t every day peasants got to see mountains of it…frustratingly so but no point dwelling on pointless things.

A tug of the wrist sleeves sporting ruby apple cufflinks and a gentle adjustment of his pudding chocolate bowtie.” I do feel bad for that tailor guy of yours, but little time and a rushed job was needed for this wondrous suit. Besides, about time I had a proper suit that actually fits and I’d say.” A momentary relishing inhale of the rich potential fun and stories waiting.” I know things have been…weird and rough..especially rough woof.” A shivering shake of the head and a guilty lapsed exhale, a lowered hiding of his head as glimpses of the tree, Sasha of Fritz and of Charlotte then…

Frowning eyes roamed over the tables and the crowds until he spotted his friend's familiar faces. A relieved smile seeing Percy as Lady Olivia looking like a pretty bright yellow sun almost standing out even among all the dazzling sights. On closer look he would notice that she looked tense and uncomfortable and as he turned to see Charlotte who wore something a bit surprisingly risque though still cutely gorgeous as ever.

“ Well I’ve wasted enough of your time, gentlemen. Time to grab some food and join my lovely friends.” With a tip of his hat then spun on his heels and strutted off towards the main table first wanting to grab something to eat.

Rubbing hands together.” Alright, let’s see, what do we go with here…” Trailing off as he looked at the single plate in his hands then at the piles and piles of scrumptious food and shook his head before walking off; a minute later strolled over whistling with an empty cart he swiped while a servant looked away and started grabbing plate after plate of whatever meats, dishes, fruits until the cart was nearly spilling over.” There we go! Should serve as an appetizer.” Glancing over at the slobbish king who showed no sign of pausing in his kingly appetite.* Today, you have met your match your gorged blob majesty.*

A challenging rumble of the stomach pushed Kazu on with a happy pushing skip to his seat giving the surrounding group a surprised thump of his cart causing a plate of mashed potatoes to spill onto the table knocking some plates and goblets over.” Mighty oops and many apologies there, everyone. Don’t mind me, just brought a mini feast for any wanting to join.”

Laughing as he grabbed a plate with a full chicken and loaf of bread and dropped it down beside Lady Olivia.” Someone’s been digging in without me, guess I better get moving. But first, may I say you all look positively dashingly debonair and blindingly gorgeous.”

A soft set of the cane and a fluttering kick of candy fabrics as Kazumin dropped down into his seat and leaned with his chin resting on his palm propped by the elbow.” Talk about a grand feast this is, eh?” A roaming wave of the hand motioning the sights then leaned towards Olivia with a greeting grin.” Well, Greetings Lady Olivia, nobody said they invited the sun..though a shame.” A curious tilt of the head as he gazed that elegant braid running down gracefully along his friend’s face.” Ah, you know what’s missing? Sunflowers in the braids, think that would do- oh..what’s this?”

Pausing in his friendly flattery as he noticed the heart shaped amulet around her neck, a queer raised brow.” Oh, that looks real pretty there, Pe- Lady Olivia. Where did ya pick this up? A gift or maybe someone fancied ya?” A gentle caressing studying touch of the unexpected trinket, hardly often seeing Percy with jewelry so it wasn’t hard to notice.” A butterfly? Ooh, a fire butterfly, think that’s pretty fitting. You look lovely.” A soft pat of the shoulder and playful wink, feeling at ease surrounded by his friends and foods as the candy dressed blonde turned to dig into his food scarfing in almost eager haste to make up for lost time.
In Neo Genesis: Chronicles of Eberron → 9 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
In Rising Stars: A Fairy Tail AU → 10 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
D'angelo Schultz



@Lunarlord34 Akemi @twave Ariel @zarkun Aylin Blackreach


D'angelo had been bouncing energetically astride his golden floating companion ecstatic to start racing the train humming away anxiously." Oh can you feel the excitement, Nimbus? A race against such a magnificent metal craft of wicked heavy velocity?!" Pumping his arms up with a delighted

* Aylin screamed in surprise and fear *


Pausing mid-pump mouth open with a confused tilt looking down at Nimbus the cloud seemingly looking back up at him with a wispy bump raise." Er..that wasn't me..was it?" Starting to turn towards the sound seemingly coming from behind when a loud windy crash soon followed after causing the pudgy round man to jump in shock nearly tumbling off.

" Gah! That sounded like it came from...? But we haven't even set off yet?! Ah, Darn it!" An annoyed snap of the finger." Looks like the race is postponed, pal. Gotta go- oh! Should warn the train operator real quick!" A halting catching raise of the finger having the gold cloud shift and propel itself with needy haste nearly bursting into the window to the engine room.

" HEY! I think we got possible intruders and attackers! I'm a..mage temporary with the group guarding Lady Aylin!" Quickly spitting his words out unsure how to refer to himself exactly but carried on while ripping another handful chunk of golden fluff and smacking it beside the closed door." Here, Take this and if any try to take the engine smack it on the door, don't want a rogue train added to this train attack! " Giving a big toothy wide thumbs against the glass panel." I'll leave ya to lock this down, I'll go help handle these race-spoiling troublemakers!" With a backing whisking harumph D'angelo flew off towards Aylin's train compartment.

Nearly a minute later he came skidding to a smacking stop against the glass, his squished flat face taking in the completely disheveled train car that had been completely fine and undamaged mere minutes ago." Ooh...we really picked the worst time to run off playing eh,..Nimby?... heheh...oooh" Muttering to the regretful choice on a pained hissing cringe.* But how was I to know they'd attack this fast..they usually wait till the train's been on the tracks a bit first at least?!*

Shaking his head as he Searched for Akemi and Ariel but took in two cloaks figures and a terrified Aylin hiding first and pressed his face further up to the glass." Oi! Aylin, lady! Quick! Hit the emergency dangling thing!" Waving his arms scrambling to get her attention and tapping vigorously against the glass pointing at the cloud puff hanging a short distance away from her, thankful he had set that up..should help with the screw-up a bit...didn't help the wincing in his frantic face.

**Having given the warning, if Aylin acted and was able to strike it would have the puffy ball blimp up enveloping her in a golden fluffed-up protective ball-like cocoon big enough to hold two adults or multiple small folks meant to protect against harm and easy kidnapping.**

" And you two! Don't know who you are, but that is not how you invite yourselves in. Damaging train property and scaring innocent train-minding folks? And my newly recent friends better be ok or so help me Nimbus will get mad!" Face puffing up with stern anger against the glass hoping his stern reprimanding warning gave them the good scare needed." Long as there's no more door blasting and spell pew pews and we can laugh about this over ice cream before they take you two away. What do ya say?" A curious raised brow in anticipation that this could be dealt with peacefully.

In Neo Genesis: Chronicles of Eberron → 13 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


In Neo Genesis: Chronicles of Eberron → 16 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



In 🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕 → 20 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
In 🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕 → 1 mo ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Kazumin Nagasa




Time: 28th, Evening
Location: Edin Theater
Interactions:
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….?

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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.

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