samreaper

Rising Stars: A Fairy Tail AU

D'angelo Schultz

@Lunarlord34 Akemi @twave Ariel @zarkun Aylin Blackreach

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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.

Neo Genesis: Chronicles of Eberron

Menzai isanami

Guardian Wolf

Menzai Isanami ⋆ 26 ⋆ Male ⋆ Silver-Wolf Shifter

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Appearance

Height: 6’2

Weight: 175

Hair Color: Dark Violet

Eye Color: Dark Aqua with cat’s eye crimson glints at their center

Skin Tone: Slightly tanned white on the paler side compared to typical shifters

Distinguishing Features: Canine claws/fangs and Fluffy white canine ears

Clothing Style: A loose-fitting enchanted snow-white haori (It’s enchanted nature allows its resilience and self-regulating makes for single-set use and ease of cleaning)

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Psychology

Likes:
⋆ Tea
⋆ Sewing
⋆ Magical-related artefacts/topics
* Meditation
* Reading books/scriptures
* Scents of nature and mellow plants/flowers

Dislikes:
⋆ Obnoxious scents/sounds/people
⋆ Bullies/bullying/troublemaker tomfoolery
⋆ Plums
* Disrespectful talk/foul language (particularly around Phia)
* Damaging/mishandling books and delicate objects
*Lawbreaking (bendable if situation requires it)

Habits/Quirks:
⋆ He tends to appear as if constantly faintly fidgeting from suppressed energy
⋆ Often stares at things or specimens that have caught his intrigue which appears as harsh glaring
⋆ Prefers to sleep in high places and trees finding it more comfortable as well as offering a better view for a hunter.
-He can often be seen scribbling in a small journal about things he's seen or witnessed.

Dreams/Motivations:
⋆ Charged and oathed to help Phia in her unknown quest, keeping her safety as a priority often to the point of forsaking his personal goals if needed.
⋆ Aims to further his studies and research to help shifters gain mastery over their ancestorial half.
⋆ ???

Sexuality: Straight

Willingness to make friends(1-5): 2

Willingness toward romance(1-5): 1

Personality:

-Quiet
Reserved
Solitary
Appears cold and off-putting due to their tendency to stare and the glints of his eyes
Highly respectful and polite
Has a calm yet formal demeanor to most others, it makes him appear cold, preferring professional allies to friends
Can be overcaring when it comes to injuries and patching up to the point of a stubborn mother, after a history with his deceased sister, and Phia’s antics
Always in an alert/cautious state even when he appears to sleep in the trees
Has a great love and respect for animals and nature
Highly respects and admires magical concepts, structures, mysteries, etc, and enjoys seeking/studying when able
Oath and duty bound with loyalty and trust driven, like the primal ancestors of yore
Restrains a constant battle of his shifter’s more bestial instinct; a part of his form of sleeping.
Has little care for goofing and tomfoolery, time-wasting generally seeing little point in risking the effort and more deep-seated reason.
He fights like a hunting wolf, though only kills if necessary or if pushed to an uncontrolled state, otherwise seeks to disable if possible.
Keeps his personal opinions and thoughts to himself staying true to his neutral stance, preferring to be an observer than judging unless signs show reasons otherwise.
-A curious wolf for his own good scribbling his thoughts and new discoveries on things that intrigued or disturbed him.

Engaging With Others

Extroversion(1-5): 2
Kindness(1-5): 4
Chattiness(1-5):2
Trustfulness (1-5): 2 ( 5 with Phia)
Sense of Humor (1-5): 2
Loyalty (1-5): 5
Selflessness (1-5): 4
Flirtatiousness(1-5): 1
Arrogance(1-5):: 2 (4-5 if loss sense of self)

Handling Conflict and Decisions

Patience (1-5): 3
Temperance (1-5): 3 (4-5 if lose sense of self)
Forgiveness (1-5): 2
Courage (1-5): 5
Stubbornness (1-5): 4 (5 in certain cases)
Pacifism(1-5): 3 (1 if loss sense of self)
Impulsiveness (1-5): 2 ( increases with loss of self)
Creativity (1-5): 4
Mercy (1-5): 3
Charisma(1-5) 2

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Background

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Oruna Tribe

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Born to the Isanami family within the Oruna Tribe. A small tribal community of wolf shifters consisting of ten gathered families that had since hidden and secluded themselves from the days of the great cataclysmic shift. With opinions on shifters already low and tensions made worse since the day of mourning, they seldom saw little need to remain in open or exposed areas. Seeking a place where they may be able to hide and recover when their travels brought them to the jungles of Xendrik.

Wounded and exhausted, the first few years of recovery were difficult and rife with challenges due to the jungle’s countless natural predators and vicious plants. Most dangerous was the unseen curse where no source had been found. While tricky and cumbersome, the shifters through the use of their hunting skills and senses and working as a pack unit enabled them to circumvent its effect to a more manageable misdirection.

The years passed since and the tribe; now the Oruna tribe well established and known for expert guiding skills and hunting craft. Often sought out by travelers unsure of their skills or experienced individuals preferring minimalized risk. As they don’t handle dealings like most other races hold little care or value for money, choosing trades in special/rare goods or a piece of outside knowledge that can help the village in some way.

Often seen outright wary and cold to strangers for various reasons, their risky shifter nature the main reason. Yet, around friends and trusted allies show their softer puppy side while visitors are warned not to bring items or do activities to goad and rile them up. (some get greedy for pets and nuzzling..too much for the ill-prepared)

A peaceful village of solitude surrounded by danger, where only those it views as worthy or a heart deserving. Why only a miracle could explain an injured stranger making their way without help, even more bafflingly with a child in tow. Whether the will of the heavens or the strange desire of the curse, it was undeniable and unanimous to take the precious child in. A grave in respectful memory for the brave soul that lost their life that perilous night, a hard earned victory wreathed in bitter loss.

Regardless of how or why, none mattered for a bound duty to the ancestors and to keep to their kindly faith, took in little Phia happily, who was treated and cared for as one of their own. Perhaps too well, unable to help themselves from spoiling her save for one Menzai; cold and distant with her initially, would go on to become her closest friend, a brother, her guardian.

Place of Origin: Xendrik (relocated since day of mourning)

Current Occupation: Loreguard/bodyguard
Living Family Members:
Father- Josiah Isanami
Mother- Annabelle Isanami
Sister (deceased)- Trinity Isanami
Grandfather (deceased?)- Isiah Isanami

Companions on the Airship: Phia
Why are you traveling to Khorvaire? Charged as the tribe recently gained loreguard title to watch over and help Phia in her unknown quest.
Non-Combative Skills:
-Darkvision
- Sewing
- expert Wolf tracking skills
- Skilled claw whittling/hand precision handling

History(Optional if you want to share)
A wolf who keeps his heart enclosed deeply, a history locked away. A poem scribbled upon the first page of his journal:
[A lone wolf stalks the shadows, anguishing
Bloodied claws splash puddles of regretful snarls, languishing

Each step heavier than the last fleeing his thorny past
The red moon glowers ever reminding it’s loss, the wolf trudges on its path

To and fro the bloodied predator seeks its cherished treasure, a fractured heart stuck howling
Wounded yet ever determined he pushes on, a new glowing gem her laughter ever calling

Wary and scarred it battles on while his tender soul aches, the building sins feed the inner beast
A bound promise keeps its oath unending, ripples of bloody sea where every new drop adds to its feast]

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Combat & Magic Potential

Class Concept / Role: Arcane Mystic

Signature Abilities (3):
-Blink Step: Instantly teleport a short distance, avoiding attacks or repositioning yourself strategically.
-Arcane Weapon: Temporarily imbue a weapon with pure magical energy, allowing it to strike with enhanced power and bypass magical defenses. (Imbues into his claws)
-(custom)Arcane Beast Avatar (Shifter Arcane Ability) -Milestone level 1-
The user channels their animal instinct and magic to summon a linked magical beast for up to 10 minutes. The beast shares senses with the user and can track, scout, or fight, but has a limited range (100 feet) and reduced attack power. Damage is partially shared between the user and the beast. Once dismissed, it cannot be summoned again for 1 hour. ( Other Arcane skills Unusable when active)

Major Weaknesses (3):
- A constant inner instinct suppression due to the shifter's intense emotional capabilities
-Has difficulty in appearing friendly/kind and communicating openly
- Single-minded focused and determined in his duties he forgoes wasteful activities such as fun and joking, etc (slowly improving from Phia’s help easing with playing games)
-Hyper senses that act as a double-edged sword leaving him sensitive to potent scents/sounds and other vices.
-Due to going for a more agile and sllim build has left him slightly weaker than typical shifters.

Racial Trait(s) (If Applicable):
-Shifters can briefly tap into their bestial heritage, enhancing their senses, reflexes, or physical power.
-Darkvision

Boons & Banes:
-Boon 1: Twinfang Howling Dance- Due to Menzai’s lighter build and use of focus and precision as well as his hunting skills has learned to wield both hands like blades. Able to appear as if dancing with each strike only aimed to strike true that one might mistake for a skilled duelist.

-Boon 2: Eye of Artemis: Utilizing his years of training built up along with his hyper wolf senses honed within the harsh jungle life. With his eyes, the sharpest honed through observing when focusing can read the target to better accurately pinpoint weaknesses or where an attack may be coming from.

Bane: A wolf’s once tender soul shaken to its core from a deep loss uncertain to recover. An ever-internal battle raging within, twisting and snarling as the kindness buried and scared howls in unending grief, never again risk a love loss, his life gone else wise. A wolf howls its mourning to the moon.

Combat Equipment and Gear:
- Special Magic Item: A magically enchanted Haori garb of snow-white fabric made of a mix of various creature materials and what few rare magic crystals scrounged. It enables the haori’s internal temperature to be adjusted to keep the user at the optimal temperature within feasible degree and minor elemental resistance of the basic 4 elements imbued.
-Oruna tribal moon bracelet: a charm bracelet made in pairs sharing a deep bond. Those of the tribe share them with a close friend, cherished family member, or lifemate that holds a fanged tooth, one for each of those most trusted and loved.
-Small pouch holding emergency dried meat and any fresh fruit picked
-Small pouch of freshwater
-Sewing kit
-Small tool kit
-Small gold pouch (10)
-A partially started personal journal
-A personal dear drawing hidden on his person

Neo Genesis: Chronicles of Eberron

Menzai isanami

Guardian Wolf

Menzai Isanami ⋆ 26 ⋆ Male ⋆ Silver-Wolf Shifter

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Appearance

Height: 6’2

Weight: 175

Hair Color: Dark Violet

Eye Color: Dark Aqua with cat’s eye crimson glints at their center

Skin Tone: Slightly tanned white on the paler side compared to typical shifters

Distinguishing Features: Canine claws/fangs and Fluffy white canine ears

Clothing Style: A loose-fitting enchanted snow-white haori (It’s enchanted nature allows its resilience and self-regulating makes for single-set use and ease of cleaning)

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Psychology

Likes:
⋆ Tea
⋆ Sewing
⋆ Magical-related artefacts/topics
* Meditation
* Reading books/scriptures

Dislikes:
⋆ Obnoxious scents/sounds/people
⋆ Bullies/bullying/troublemaker tomfoolery
⋆ Plums
* Disrespectful talk/foul language (particularly around Phia)
* Damaging/mishandling books and delicate objects

Habits/Quirks:
⋆ He tends to appear as if constantly faintly fidgeting from suppressed energy
⋆ Often stares at things or specimens that have caught his intrigue which appears as harsh glaring
⋆ Prefers to sleep in high places and trees finding it more comfortable as well as offering a better view for a hunter.

Dreams/Motivations:
⋆ Charged and oathed to help Phia in her unknown quest, keeping her safety as a priority often to the point of forsaking his personal goals if needed.
⋆ Aims to further his studies and research to help shifters gain mastery over their ancestorial half.
⋆ ???

Sexuality: Straight

Willingness to make friends(1-5): 2

Willingness toward romance(1-5): 1

Personality:

-Quiet
Reserved
Solitary
Appears cold and off-putting due to their tendency to stare and the glints of his eyes
Highly respectful and polite
Has a calm yet formal demeanor to most others, it makes him appear cold, preferring professional allies to friends
Can be overcaring when it comes to injuries and patching up to the point of a stubborn mother, after a history with his deceased sister, and Phia’s antics
Always in an alert/cautious state even when he appears to sleep in the trees
Has a great love and respect for animals and nature
Highly respects and admires magical concepts, structures, mysteries, etc, and enjoys seeking/studying when able
Oath and duty bound with loyalty and trust driven, like the primal ancestors of yore
Restrains a constant battle of his shifter’s more bestial instinct; a part of his form of sleeping.
Has little care for goofing and tomfoolery, time-wasting generally seeing little point in risking the effort and more deep-seated reason.
He fights like a hunting wolf, though only kills if necessary or if pushed to an uncontrolled state, otherwise seeks to disable if possible.
Keeps his personal opinions and thoughts to himself staying true to his neutral stance, preferring to be an observer than judging unless signs show reasons otherwise.

Engaging With Others

Extroversion(1-5): 2
Kindness(1-5): 4
Chattiness(1-5):2
Trustfulness (1-5): 2 ( 5 with Phia)
Sense of Humor (1-5): 2
Loyalty (1-5): 5
Selflessness (1-5): 4
Flirtatiousness(1-5): 1
Arrogance(1-5):: 2 (4-5 if loss sense of self)

Handling Conflict and Decisions

Patience (1-5): 3
Temperance (1-5): 3 (4-5 if lose sense of self)
Forgiveness (1-5): 2
Courage (1-5): 5
Stubbornness (1-5): 4 (5 in certain cases)
Pacifism(1-5): 3 (1 if loss sense of self)
Impulsiveness (1-5): 2 ( increases with loss of self)
Creativity (1-5): 4
Mercy (1-5): 3
Charisma(1-5) 2

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Background

-

Oruna Tribe

-

Born to the Isanami family within the Oruna Tribe. A small tribal community of wolf shifters consisting of ten gathered families that had since hidden and secluded themselves from the days of the great cataclysmic shift. With opinions on shifters already low and tensions made worse since the day of mourning, they seldom saw little need to remain in open or exposed areas. Seeking a place where they may be able to hide and recover when their travels brought them to the jungles of Xendrik.

Wounded and exhausted, the first few years of recovery were difficult and rife with challenges due to the jungle’s countless natural predators and vicious plants. Most dangerous was the unseen curse where no source had been found. While tricky and cumbersome, the shifters through the use of their hunting skills and senses and working as a pack unit enabled them to circumvent its effect to a more manageable misdirection.

The years passed since and the tribe; now the Oruna tribe well established and known for expert guiding skills and hunting craft. Often sought out by travelers unsure of their skills or experienced individuals preferring minimalized risk. As they don’t handle dealings like most other races hold little care or value for money, choosing trades in special/rare goods or a piece of outside knowledge that can help the village in some way.

Often seen outright wary and cold to strangers for various reasons, their risky shifter nature the main reason. Yet, around friends and trusted allies show their softer puppy side while visitors are warned not to bring items or do activities to goad and rile them up. (some get greedy for pets and nuzzling..too much for the ill-prepared)

A peaceful village of solitude surrounded by danger, where only those it views as worthy or a heart deserving. Why only a miracle could explain an injured stranger making their way without help, even more bafflingly with a child in tow. Whether the will of the heavens or the strange desire of the curse, it was undeniable and unanimous to take the precious child in. A grave in respectful memory for the brave soul that lost their life that perilous night, a hard earned victory wreathed in bitter loss.

Regardless of how or why, none mattered for a bound duty to the ancestors and to keep to their kindly faith, took in little Phia happily, who was treated and cared for as one of their own. Perhaps too well, unable to help themselves from spoiling her save for one Menzai; cold and distant with her initially, would go on to become her closest friend, a brother, her guardian.

Place of Origin: Xendrik (relocated since day of mourning)

Current Occupation: Loreguard/bodyguard
Living Family Members:
Father- Josiah Isanami
Mother- Annabelle Isanami
Sister (deceased)- Trinity Isanami
Grandfather (deceased?)- Isiah Isanami

Companions on the Airship: Phia
Why are you traveling to Khorvaire? Charged as the tribe recently gained loreguard title to watch over and help Phia in her unknown quest.
Non-Combative Skills:
-Darkvision
- Sewing
- expert Wolf tracking skills
- Skilled claw whittling/hand precision handling

History(Optional if you want to share)
A wolf who keeps his heart enclosed deeply, a history locked away. A poem scribbled upon the first page of his journal:
[A lone wolf stalks the shadows, anguishing
Bloodied claws splash puddles of regretful snarls, languishing

Each step heavier than the last fleeing his thorny past
The red moon glowers ever reminding it’s loss, the wolf trudges on its path

To and fro the bloodied predator seeks its cherished treasure, a fractured heart stuck howling
Wounded yet ever determined he pushes on, a new glowing gem her laughter ever calling

Wary and scarred it battles on while his tender soul aches, the building sins feed the inner beast
A bound promise keeps its oath unending, ripples of bloody sea where every new drop adds to its feast]

---

Combat & Magic Potential

Class Concept / Role: Arcane Mystic

Signature Abilities (3):
-Blink Step: Instantly teleport a short distance, avoiding attacks or repositioning yourself strategically.
-Arcane Weapon: Temporarily imbue a weapon with pure magical energy, allowing it to strike with enhanced power and bypass magical defenses. (Imbues into his claws)
-(custom)Arcane Beast Avatar (Shifter Arcane Ability) -Milestone level 1-
The user channels their animal instinct and magic to summon a linked magical beast for up to 10 minutes. The beast shares senses with the user and can track, scout, or fight, but has a limited range (100 feet) and reduced attack power. Damage is partially shared between the user and the beast. Once dismissed, it cannot be summoned again for 1 hour. ( Other Arcane skills Unusable when active)

Major Weaknesses (3):
- A constant inner instinct suppression due to the shifter's intense emotional capabilities
-Has difficulty in appearing friendly/kind and communicating openly
- Single-minded focused and determined in his duties he forgoes wasteful activities such as fun and joking, etc (slowly improving from Phia’s help easing with playing games)
-Hyper senses that act as a double-edged sword leaving him sensitive to potent scents/sounds and other vices.

Racial Trait(s) (If Applicable):
-Shifters can briefly tap into their bestial heritage, enhancing their senses, reflexes, or physical power.
-Darkvision

Boons & Banes:
-Boon 1: Twinfang Howling Dance- Due to Menzai’s lighter build and use of focus and precision as well as his hunting skills has learned to wield both hands like blades. Able to appear as if dancing with each strike only aimed to strike true that one might mistake for a skilled duelist.

-Boon 2: Eye of Artemis: Utilizing his years of training built up along with his hyper wolf senses honed within the harsh jungle life. With his eyes, the sharpest honed through observing when focusing can read the target to better accurately pinpoint weaknesses or where an attack may be coming from.

Bane: A wolf’s once tender soul shaken to its core from a deep loss uncertain to recover. An ever-internal battle raging within, twisting and snarling as the kindness buried and scared howls in unending grief, never again risk a love loss, his life gone else wise. A wolf howls its mourning to the moon.

Combat Equipment and Gear:
- Special Magic Item: A magically enchanted Haori garb of snow-white fabric made of a mix of various creature materials and what few rare magic crystals scrounged. It enables the haori’s internal temperature to be adjusted to keep the user at the optimal temperature within feasible degree and minor elemental resistance of the basic 4 elements imbued.
-Oruna tribal moon bracelet: a charm bracelet made in pairs sharing a deep bond. Those of the tribe share them with a close friend, cherished family member, or lifemate that holds a fanged tooth, one for each of those most trusted and loved.
-Small pouch holding emergency dried meat and any fresh fruit picked
-Small pouch of freshwater
-Sewing kit
-Small tool kit

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Fritz/Kazumin Collab

The raven’s lantern illuminuates the puppet’s nightmare

-The few minutes prior to Fritz’s interruption-

A fretting Kazumin on the verge of breaking into a panting panicked fit as the two domineering, inescapable guards encroached upon him, a curse at letting his guard down. Now trapped like an ensnared monkey.

a wide nervous chuckling smile and a hasty handful grab of the curtain.” If this is about the snot wiped on the curtain, I can clean that. Surely the king might not mind such a minor mess, my good two massive imposing guards with those *gulp*…gorilla built muscles.”

Nervously attempts at guessing and disarming their need to fetch the cowlicked blonde, the amber of his eyes trembling with terrifying possibilities for King Edin’s reason to send some of his guards to fetch this meager farmhand nobody personally.

* The puppet stolen away amidst the audience’s cheers, their cover?*

The harrowing thought went through his mind while anxiously patting at one of the guards stupidly broad shoulders, where stone-hard muscles promising deadly force against any foolish attempt at combat.

“ O-oh! Kazumin! No no no no. You actually just missed him, I’m his cousin, Chadumin. We get mistaken for each other a lot, but I keep telling people I’m the far more dashing and handsome one between us, thank you. And between you and me *whispers he smells like old pudding skins I hear*” A big flash of the most handsome model face he could manage, only amplifying the painful bruises and fresh marks marring it.” You’ll find that idiot schmucl. Kazu in the toilet…crazy fool downed a bucket of popcorn’s worth of coffee..extra large! Doing on a number on that toilet, I bet so might want to give it…oh an hour to air give or take to let it ai-”

Kazumin rambled his bullshit story with slow, careful edging steps backwards his hands miming the bucket and drinking coffee then a rumble of the tummy ending with looking at a wristwatch (whatever those were) to distract and play up the act. An abrupt spinning charge in one final sprint to make a run for it.

* Hah! Suckers! Good luck catching Chadumin!* Laughing manically in his head thinking he was making his escape, though strangely the world had gone black and…why were his feet not thudding across the stage? A slow fluttering of eyelashes, having seemed to have closed his eyes from the sudden haste and a painful squeeze to his arms at the base of his shoulders prompted Kazu to shoot his gaze at the two guards then down to his kicking legs in mid-air running motion as he was held a few inches in the air in place.* Apparently very easiyl it seemed…damn it Chadumin you schmuck!*

-Fritz arrived, discovering the caught puppet-

Like a deer stuck frozen in torchlight, the familiar figure coming into view would find him ready to resign to his fate. A spark of hope in his fading amber brown eyes as a small pleading gasp for the man's amazingly timely apt appearance. There was mercy left for him yet.

“ Fritz!” Kazu cried out with delighted relief, then shut his mouth; a safer bet to leave the persuading the release from his cruel capture.” Y-Yes! Curtains call! As you heard, my good gentlemen, the audience demands us fellow acts to give our moment of thanks and I sorely need a moment to freshen up. They deserve us only at our best, aye?” Laughing nervously in mental sobbing, pleading that this worked.” As immensely flattered and honored, surely the king may afford this puppet this meager moment of glory before relishing in his splendor?”

Desperation in his whirling eyes; body trembling, legs weak, palms are sweaty and his stomach is rumbly from coffee, how he’d love some of his step-mom’s spaghetti even if his belly’s frothy.

After a hellish eternity, his feet touched ground with a heaving victorious mental roar!* Land! Sweet sweet glorious land..don’t ever leave my feet again!* As the wracked Kazu tried to stand, the moment he had been released from their grasp, instead his body momentarily numbed from the still fading paralyzed fear collapsed in a stumbling step onto his savior.

“ *Sniff* You’re a godsend Fritzy, truly. Second time ya helped this caught puppet.” Whispered his trembling thanks; an appreciative hug hid in guise of the clumsy catch. The terror that nearly choked his lungs exhaled in every rapid drumming breath, trying to catch his breath, fearing it would be taken away at any moment.

“Quite the fan club you’ve acquired.” The rest of Ryn’s attention shifted away from the king’s knights to fully focus on Mr. Kazumin. “Are you unharmed?” he asked as he rubbed the other man’s back in an attempt to help him calm his breathing. Of course, one look and anyone could tell the man was far from unharmed. Ryn was about to correct himself, “Apolo—”

Kazumin, who was able to get some air into his numb body and distance from the guards, stood leaning against the nearby wall, legs still clacking like wooden legs.” Thanks, and I hate it. They serve great snacks though. You should see the Die farmboy die! Sign they had up. I find it tacky and- do I look bloody unharmed to ya?!” His arms thrown up in utter panting exasperation.

A quick spastic motioning over his body, the old costume stained in a myriad of snot, tears and possibly other unsavory fluids the cowlicked blonde would not wish to admit and a mixed number of bruises/marks both old and very recent riddling his tender body.” Did I mention the gorilla twins tryna take me to… our *king?* ” The final word leaving his lips in a shuddering huff of disgust, fear momentarily glinting his eyes.

Something darkened behind the count’s already dark eyes, though his expression remained carefully composed. He gave a quiet nod, his shoulders squaring almost imperceptibly beneath his tailored jacket.

“I must offer my sincerest apologies for this ghastly business,” Ryn said. “The security arrangements were woefully inadequate—an oversight for which I bear full responsibility. I confess I hadn’t anticipated the royal knights would stoop to such... unseemly conduct.”

Letting Fritz speak now that he let off some of his agrieved frustration at the rude, unjust, uncosting of his fragile person.” You got a way with words, anyone tell you that? And thanks for the concern…little of that in these parts.” Kazu chuckled with a pained smile of bitter acceptance while trying to wipe some of the mess from his face with a faint unpleasant sniffling sound.

Ryn cast a glance about their surroundings and spotted the dressing room door. “Might I suggest we find somewhere for you to recuperate momentarily? I can fetch some water for you and see to those injuries.”

Turned his head to the dressing room and like a doll letting his limbs finally relax of its taut strings.” What I’d do for a good hot bath of boiling coffee right now…but the audience awaits! Can’t keep them waiting. Uno momento, my good sir!” An appreciative wincing thumbs up, the tired actor slipped into the dressing room.

Sounds of splashing and muffled fits of sobbing and why me’s could be heard if any were curious to press close. A half-minute later, a flush, and out burst a cleaned and freshened up Kazu, his face palatable, and the costume already raggedy old made washing it easy enough..though did he change pants?

” Ahhhh….” A Sharp inhale following a stress cleansed exhaling sigh.” Nothing a quick sob scrub can’t fix.” Am unsettling cacophony of bone cracking and merry whistling stretching to loosen up his body, a small crick on his side.” Oh-hoo-hoo..that smarts… oh yeah..gonna be suffering that dance later alright *wincing sob*. ” Wincing while using small rubbing motions to ease the stiffness wracking his body, ending with a loud neck twisting….

*CRACK!*

By the time Mr. Kazumin reappeared, Ryn had claimed one of the worn benches, medicine box balanced on his knees. His tentative smile crumpled into a wince at the alarming crack of bone.

“Perhaps,” Ryn said, rising to guide the other man to the bench, “we should get you seated before you manage to snap something vital.”

A final cracking pop of his head snapping back to place, an airy huff.” What, the pop? No need to worry about that, just shaking off the rust. Haven’t danced like that in a long time, was a blast honestly..” Twisting his hips, hiding a somber sigh in his tired stretching.

The case’s metal clasp felt cool beneath his fingertips as Ryn flipped open the container. “I’ve procured some medical supplies, should you wish for treatment, but—... It might be worth considering your next move.” He studied Mr. Kazumin’s face for a pause.

A few testing steps towards the bench, listening to Fritz speak with a promising sting of medical treatment on. A mixture of hesitant need as his body ached on every brush of air and cautious confusion.” Next move? Wish I could actually think of one..if ya got any tips…” A faux chuckling brave face

“Although proper medical attention would be the sensible choice, if you intend to present yourself to the king it may serve you better to leave the wounds visible. So that everyone, not just His Majesty, can see them too.”

Face wincing, taking a step closer, the mysterious raven who seemed an ally; a hard life of betrayals and survival kept him paused. How Kazu wished nothing more than to hibernate for a month and ignore Caesonia’s game, let his body slumber in shadowed solitude.”Ya know, think you might be on to something with the wounds thing. Heh, not like I can do much about this beaten mug anyway. Not unless you got some magical face cream. Should see the magic fingers Sa-” A halting icy chill shuddered through his body, harrowing flashes flickering like panicked static in his guilt-drowned amber weeping chocolate eyes. Calloused-battered hands twitchings in a nervous, invisible regretful grip beneath the gloves, their punitive cages.

There was another pause. “Injuries tell their own story, don’t they? Nothing speaks more than wounds left unmasked.”

The medicine case remained untouched between them—an offer without pressure.

An unsettling glint off the cold clasp; mind pounding with a building tempo in a snowstorm flurry of scattered thoughts. A hand gently rubbed at his temple, his breathing growing heavier as shadows of the guards loomed over him in domineering threat.

“It might be worth considering your next move.” Were that the cacophony in his mind to cease for a peaceful moment to afford such a simple respite.

“It may serve you better to leave the wounds visible.” True, the wounds ever present and fading but never erased. Better to tell the story of this puppet in all its meager splendor towards its burning glory in its entirety before his body collapsed beneath their ever-hungry flames.

“Injuries tell their own story, don’t they? Nothing speaks more than wounds left unmasked.” Stories told with injuries of the body and heart may fade, but the memories and emotions, they linger in life and death. Great guilty pains deeply held in that widening tooty grin glittering sugary wonder; a cracked mask of innocent joy, a friendly need in the cracked splinters.

A resigned mad tweak to his eyes as he stood before Fritz; A leaf-shaky hand rubbing along his face, seeming to stifle a crackling chuckle, a wicked request the cowlicked blonde hesitated to ask.

Then, he shot forward, his face leaning in inches away on a burst of desperate stupid abandon, hands wrapped around the med kit signaling to wait.

“Hit me!”

Kazu, with an almost crazed wide grin; nearly giddy at the possible blow his thunder-storming head needed on this deadly crossroad. Two paths before him; every delaying tick crumbling his options.

There was a moment or two where the two men simply stared at each other. “May I ask why?” Ryn finally asked as he placed the container to the side and stood up.

An irritating twitch in his eyes, a slow bull rage slowly exhaling from flared nostrils.” Fritzy, I appreciate the concern, truly, melts my heart. But, of all times… now and I heavily apologize for the taste of pent up drunk peasant rage I’m about to afford upon you…” Trailing off in an icy sigh.

His hands rose from the moved kit to grab the neck hem of his fancy dress shirt in a clenched tight grip.” But I need you to man the fuck up and look at me like I’m the motherfucker that crowned your mother the fattest cow in the three kingdoms not even King Porky would pork! Quit being the pansy limp wrist sissy birthed by that queen sow and FUCKING..HIT..ME..IN..MY DUMB F-” Hands bunching up with every spitting harsh biting insult done with vehement faux rage to induce the quickest and rawest strike this bullish monkey all but throttling the kind gentleman for.

Ryn contained the laughter that threatened to escape at Mr. Kazumin’s attempt at an insult. “Face?” He supplied. “Only if you say please.”

“ Please? Oh You teasing limp wristed fairy bastard! I’ll give you a ple-”

No sooner had the magic words left Mr. Kazumin’s lips than Ryn’s fist connected with his face—a clean strike, calibrated with just enough force to snap the man’s head back without causing unnecessary damage.

A flying fist smacked his face clean and square on the face. Flashes of lightning shot through his thundering head; lack of bracing and weak legs had his head rebound hard enough to have him fall back. A painful cracking

*THWACK*

Kazu's collapsed body landed on a storm-shattering burst of vast inky black clouds clearing and soothing into the tranquil sunny day, the thundering of fear and guilt gave way to a mirror-glass Lake. Glittering stars across its surface; a glow split of two swirling of Golden orange and snowy blue as if the sun and sky were swirling in an eternal warming dance.

A catching glow of the sun once drowned in the chaotic haze of drugs, booze, and grief, the painful blow of inferno tore through the dark thoughts till forced back to the shadowed recesses of his mind if only for a time.

Ryn waited for Mr. Kazumin to reorient himself before asking, “Again?”

His body lay there limp with no sign of movement; seeming to have pa- “ FU-U-OW-OW-HOW! That smarts!" Rubbing at his pained cheek that then sharply pointed at Fritz, the other hand now clenched, slammed floorboard.”Ye-e-s! That’s the stuff you teasing whore! I can hear myself think! For the first time in months! Hahahaha.” A sprout of blood spritzed from his mouth while throwing up his arms and legs in a victorious cheer, and a giddy guffaw in a fit of laughter, blood trickling down his face.

A snorting sniff and unpleasant bloody spit to the side.* Not bad, but only managed blood. Hold on to that and train up for a tooth, then we’ll talk.* Is what he thought he said when all that came out was…

A mouth filled bloody grublwrigibirwering whore woibweroj train oweroboj tooth bowerbo with some actual words slipping through. Ending on a bloody grinning thumbs up, his woozy head spinning stars.

“I should point out,” Ryn said as he opened and closed his fist, “that calling me a whore isn’t quite the insult you imagine it to be. It’s among humanity’s most enduring trades, after all. One that’s provided comfort and pleasure to innumerable patrons throughout history.” Observing Mr. Kazumin’s ecstatic, bloodied grin, he added with a half-smile, “And judging by that reaction, it’s clearly a talent.”

Blinking at a loss of what to say, a curious tilt of the head, and wheezy whistle of dislocated nostrils.” Thab’s one way ta puth ith. Donbt tis ith goo ta goh roun callin folth and ladieth wh-wh-whorses.” A wheezy attempt at a response, understanding the profession but hardly an endearing friendly term; ending on a coughing rattly laugh shifting into a hack.

Ryn circled around and knelt beside Mr. Kazumin’s head. His fingers found the crooked bridge of the man’s nose. “This may sting,” he warned. In one swift flick of his wrist, the cartilage snapped back into place. The crack was muffled but distinct.

Curious eyes followed the mysteriously mysterious gentleman circling about; fingers sliding into vision beneath trembling chocolate eyes cracking with realization.” Wait…is dis cuzzh of da ma qheen thow remarth? L-like ya saih.hores are a-..I’m so sobby…pleab beh gentah-” A whimpery plea in his eyes, forced to bite air wishing he had a mouth piece, undeserving after the near undeserved insult.

*Snap* A gentle muffled shift to others, for Kazu the subtle twitch of fingers added that extra tinge of lightning erupting pain throughout every inch of his body and a single whimpered tear shed. The last kick to jolt his slovened lazy ass awake.

“Now then,” he said, offering a gauze from the box, “what’s this business about months of muddled thinking? It’s not every day someone begs to be hit in the face for the sake of mental clarity.” He settled more comfortably on his haunches, prepared to wait for an answer.

A slow peppermint fresh stinging exhale of his nose expelling a small spurt of blood.

“what’s this business about months of muddled thinking?

Heated shadows licked his frantic skin.” Ash. The stink of curious looky-loos barring the puppet’s path filled its panting lungs.” A figure grits and shoves shouting.* Move it! Get- out of my way!* “ Roaring flames encompassed and deafened the desperate pleas or perhaps were silenced on his lips?” A fiery heat whipped at his terrified face, singed tears dried along his cheeks.*Please..please don’t be too late..I’m…I’m trying!*” Victory came through but only punishing misery was its reward. Its most cherished friend lost drowned within the wicked inferno’s center. A fiery sanctuary once safe, now engulfed. Were the flames hers? Was an accident? Impossible to say; shadowed hands restrained, denied him following her deadly journey.” Thrashing and pulling, it resists, yet the cruel hands won’t relent even as he fights till his limbs splintered.* Agh! Damn it! Get off..let me..she's in there...let me go!* The crackling of Mocking flames devoured its cries.” Helpless and uselessly spent, the puppet collapses within the dying embers where fracturing fingers dug in fierce abandon with boundless rage and no face to grasp its blame to throttle revenge. What was the puppet to do? Naught else but collapse and be burned till hollow and empty.” The figure lay hunched by the sanctuary now coal and ash, its body singed in scroched black residue…

Trailing off, his little story done; told in a gentle, snowy-brushed whisper, his breath an icy heat emulating a hint of the wide breadth of emotions felt that day. A deep hurt in every word, guilt swam in his eyes, a touch of the unbridled rage itching for an outlet lightly pressing against his curious friend’s Shoulder. “what’s this business about months of muddled thinking? It’s not every day someone begs to be hit in the face for the sake of mental clarity.”

A soft contented cleansing sigh as if saying it aloud reinvigorated his crumbling body.” How was that? Two can play the coy game, and if you want my secrets, though I tell through tales, the origin to your question lies there. Up to you if you want to investigate, whether you or your…whatever your group is about.” A test for the raven to see how curiously determined this secretive bird was. He then chuckled with a double pat of his shoulders, the cold chill masking his face melting back to his jolliest grin yet.

” And the answer, which I’m glad you asked, is a muddled mind adrift in a storm of reckless addictions to run from grief and bears with a dancing smile. Basically one long bender and that punch was just the clarity this woozy head’s been needing for a long time, and whew..heh..I really did…owww.” An impressed rub of his sore cheek.” Second time I've been knocked awake like that!” Dropping the flowery storyteller angle, Kazu pulled Fritz into a genuine hug, amused doing so to the person who just decked him on his ass.

The hug caught Ryn off guard, but he surrendered to it without struggle. His hand found its way to Mr. Kazumin’s back, fingers patted lightly against fabric that smelled of sweat and stage makeup and something burnt that might have been memory. “Glad to be of assistance.” After a moment, he whispered, “Also my condolences…”

His body flinched at the unexpected returned touch, the bruised and singed flesh tender and unfamiliar, from another guy at least. An upbeat pat to the back and an awkward laugh.” Aye thanks. But, no need for she’s fine turns out..I think? So ya can imagine how that’s fucked with my head. Still working through it honestly, though what can ya do?” Shaking his head, chuckling bemused with a dismissive shrug; more tired than bothered by the whole ordeal at this point.

“There’s only so much I can do to ease your torment,” Ryn continued, withdrawing slightly, “but should you need it, my ear, shoulder, or wicked right hook are at your service.” A faint smile ghosted across his lips. “Though perhaps it would be wise to go easy on that last option. Even the clearest mind needs a face to house it.”

A queer expression on his face.” Ease my- ah..sorry if that’s what it felt like. You got your problems to worry about than hear some farmhand complain.” Tilting his head, a curious brow crease uncertain if he saw a phantom smile. A reminder ache of his cheek at the last remark, a stingy smirk.” Very true. Believe me though, my head has never been more clear.” An uproarious almost mad laugh in his eyes brimming with ideas.

The embrace lingered a heartbeat longer before Ryn extricated himself, rising to his feet. His gaze drifted stageward, where shadows stretched and contracted in the dazzling light. The swelling music suggested the countdown to curtain call had begun in earnest.

“We have a few more minutes left.” Ryn slid back to Mr. Kazumin’s battered form. “If you’d like those injuries sorted, now’s likely the only chance we’ll get before the knights drag you to the king or—” he paused, weighing options like coins in his palm, “—or we try to get you out of here before they have that chance.”

A gentle turn of the head towards the stage; sounds of impatient anticipation and sounds of clapping, faint as if in the distant.” ~Yes…my fellow casts I can hear their frustrations ready to blow. Hurry we must go. An audience longing to offer adoration and let their emotions flow.~” A giddy melody song overtaking his tone. Closing his eyes, offering his face in preparation of the inevitable sting as wicked flames crackled at his feet; burning his actions forward where rage melted his fingers like acid.” ~An honest puppet's face they need to see, but child friendly it must be. So make haste I request thee!~” A sleeping song stirred in his heart, a pounding a hop to his step, gradual excitement bubbling in his pitch. A dusty body rusty with slumber rattling awake.

Pausing in his singsongy manner with a raised finger more to stop himself before he let the story take hold.” Sorry about that best save the rest till later. Our audience and dear Po- King beckons! Oh! And uh..heh about the whole bar language.. mind keeping that between us? I’d rather the group and our lady friends didn’t know about my… *ahem* sailor mouth…though to be fair I picked it up from a friend, she can be a bad influence so you know!” A dismissive wag of the finger and pouty puff of his cheeks trying to pass part of the blame off of himself; heated shame and dread knowing the bucket of soap Momma Naga would have him eat were she to learn of it.

Ryn did as much as he could to make the man presentable for the audience, though up close it was obvious someone—several someones—had taken liberties with Mr. Kazumin’s features. A twinge of guilt needled at Ryn’s conscience. True, the royal knights had done most of the damage, but he could not deny his own contribution to the man’s battered state.

“I think it was rather entertaining. Such colorful language brings a refreshing variety to our group vocabulary.” Ryn chuckled. “But if you insist. I promise not to tell anyone that you called me a ‘teasing whore of a pansy limp-wristed fairy bastard whose mother is the fattest cow in the three kingdoms, not even King Porky would pork’ just to get me to hit you…” Ryn winked, patting Mr. Kazumin's shoulder to signal the end of his ministrations. “...Or how you enjoyed it.”

Kazu was grateful for Fritz’s mending touch and resentful for the cruel reminder of his..lapse of unsavory language. Every word a vindictive dagger far harsher than the stinging medicine balming his battered face. Biting back a pained whimper.” Agh! You wound me…no fair, ya know I meant in jest like among friends…obviously….” An awkward chuckling shrug.” Curse you and your impeccable line memorization!” A frantic, angry, wagging finger warningly.” And you think so? I admit I’ve noticed the meeting was…nice but far too drab.” A slight turn of his head and a reminding chin scratch.” Course I wasn’t my colorful self as you’ve put it..but no more!” Nearly pulling his face away disrupted Fritz’s patching as his body was practically bubbling with excitement, no longer trapped in murky nightmare.

The humor faded from his face as he considered what came next. “Are you certain you wish to meet with the king?”

A cold yet heated breath brushed the pair as if uttering the question drained the color from the air, a stern, deep-thinking expression suppressing the humor from his gaze.” Certain? No? Terrified? For sure, my instinct and your repeated concerns upset the rumbling in my gut that I sorely hope is from the bucket of coffee.” A brief disarming playful remark; a studying gaze probed Fritz for deception in his generosity.” Something tells me that’s not the real question you wanted to ask?” A sly accusing glint in his sad grin.

Puzzled, Ryn tilted his head. What question did Mr. Kazumin suspect he wanted to ask?

A friendly pat on the shoulder showing no hard feelings.” But I get it. Considering the groups at play…and now thanks to you rattling this mad puppet from its nightmare…something..clicked.” A snap of his fingers picturing a chess board, the game.” Chess! And I will admit now, I don’t know how to play much, not without trying, mind.” A shameless admit.” But, one thing that seems clear is that *cult* and our dear Dukes are likely some of the big players.” Pausing in his vocal musing, pondering on which piece he knew.” So..I’ve been wondering about Calby and the rose group…they been doing their underground shit for a good while yeah?”

Tilting his head at the likely fact, he said it was good to learn as much as he could, as he shared and continued without waiting.” Hard to imagine they could manage and hide it all seemingly right under the king’s nose….the warehouse parties…oooh…the magic cocktails….” Tapping his muttering his lips as his breathing picked up, remembering the king’s sloven showboating at the ball, all the repeated grand festivities to show off or…

“ The king!” Grabbing Fritz excitedly by the shoulders with an eureka moment like barking laugh, soon muted by the overpowering single clapping. A glimmering path shines behind illuminating the impossibly dark expanse; in the distance a single shimmering glow calling.” Do you see it Fritzy?!” Hugging his confused friend to his side, pointing off in the audience’s direction.” ~The curtain call is about to begin, an audience left in impatient chagrin, an agrieved princess song whos heart breaks within…~” A slow steadying relishing inhale, a bop to his foot, a drumming clang to his tone, pulling away with a wide sweeping spin; raging flames once crackling his way forward doused, a second spin following in one fluid motion, betraying the undignified spinning only prior. A quick dusting fluff of the dusty old shirt.” ~ A grudge held, a villain none to be felled.~ A harsh shake of aching hands forever marked with a cruel reminder; a promise here made never again.” ~A perilous path enshrouded in shadows awaits. The body quakes, the bones shakes…every part of me screams grave mistaaaaaake~”

A low spin, the swipe of the discarded blue hat giving it a nice tap tap as he spun to a halt facing stageward, seeing the audience as if they were before him; a wall of hands clapping in a furious wave of cacophany of applause banishing the expanse, an empire tumbling and burning upon itself. Figures forming around him; familiar faces all around, those on stage and without joining in clapping and dancing. A gloved hand extends reaching towards the shimmering, the shadows dissipating till only a lone blackened tree stood, shadowy figures too far to yet make out, yet there in the center lie the glowing opportunity.

A hesitant step as sharp strings circled his hands like wicked shadowy vipers restraining. A choked gasp from the chain around his neck, one wrong step; a noose the other. A razor wire thin path where one misstep led either way to ruin. His heart once gripped with fear now pounding fervor anew, his friends and family needed him, he knew.

“ I’m tired of dancing for nothing with fire in my veins.” He whispered, tilting his head downward as if saying the comforting statement to a nonexistent child. A satisfied sigh followed into a playful laugh as he spun on the spot with a sharp noodly flop of his arms and a stuffing of the hat on his head.” Ah screw it! Come on Fritzy..it’s showtime!”

A confidant jubilant skyward pointing cheer; a hand punching through the strings, a puppet that foolishly struts off on his merry way with a giddy whistling. Showing no doubt of his decision and a clear idea in mind.* Might as well and try and get some fun outta it while I’m at it...besides, any chance to mess with Calby is worth it after fucking with my *apple tree*…ehehehehehehehehe!*” A cheeky snickering of promised payback as he skipped along.

Ryn watched with a mixture of curiosity and concern as Mr. Kazumin underwent a metamorphosis from his earlier defeated state to someone possessed by near-manic determination.

Though he could not begin to guess what plan raced behind those newly brightened eyes, Ryn thought it prudent to remind the other man. “The curtain call should buy you some time to consider your options.” He squeezed the man’s shoulder once, a quick pressure and release. “Whatever you decide, I’ll help however I can.”

Pausing in his bouncy stroll when hearing Fritz speak up, a curious tilt of the ear though his feet fidgeted with anticipation.” Oh-ho! I love that calm moxy, you continue to impress me, and here I feared my… little..manic performance there would have ya running.” A grateful chuckle with a fleeting check of the hand squeezing his shoulder following the man’s strange continued support, almost feeling the slightest nudge. Spinning abruptly to lean close, playfully pressing a finger against Fritz’s chest.” I appreciate it all the same, truly, which I will happily accept..after a more proper conversation later..that is if you wish for this..*friendship?* to continue, my sneaky birdy.” Each warning jesting jab.

Preparing to pull away only to halt mid-way suddenly remembering.” Ah, and if in the case I’m not seen by the day’s end, please go to any of the group except Lady Olivia..for last if possible.” a gentle tap against his friend’s cheek leaving a tingling sting promising chaos.” Trust me, ya don’t want that possible disaster.”

A shuddering finger wag of horror; a wipe of a hovering hand over the face, wiping the stern frown replaced with a bright cheeky smile. A sharp turn on the heel he cobbled off on his way in a merry tune.

🗡 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.