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In Avalia → 3 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Menzai Isanami




Time: Night

Location: Gaurav

Interactions: Cyrus @Helo, Phia @princess

Mentions:

Equipment: White Haori, Gauravian luck charm bracelet, Steel Chain Shirt of Deflection (3 uses per day), Disguise ring




Gaurav


Sensing the vines just before bursting forth, Menzai had instinctively leapt back in defense. The speed proved surprisingly fast even for the wolf-kin as he still found himself trapped; cursing his injured state.

Upon landing with a gentle gait, his body knelt partially low, prepared for possible following attacks. After a few seconds of no such signs, Menzai casually standing up into an relaxed pose as he felt no hostility. This led him to assume this to be a form of defense mechanism; shame that he could not allow himself to admire the plants many intricate feats. Gingerly shifting his right foot back, his gaze studying the thorn nearest his heel. Slowly, he inched the foot back; taking note of how it seemed to actively avoid pricking him.

Fascinating as all this was, for such an extreme reaction to occur left Menzai to then peer at Lady Viola with confusion. For while he could understand some unpleasantries with what she was glimpsed, but to react to such extreme degree?

At least, that was how he appeared on the surface, but beneath, the seal was working in overtime; a faint dark violet glow could almost be seen beneath the haori.

Regardless if this had just been for defense and the fairy's expert control. To dare to do such a sudden and reckless thing like this...

And in the immediate presence of his family...

Beneath that look of confusion; furious bloodlust thrashed just beneath the surface; scratching and gnawing desperately. The thick smog of blood spurning the voracious wrath all the more, his instincts warning him of danger while something....deeper desired...

Dangerous! .... Wretched weeds .... Reeks of blood.... give her more....tear out her throat...KILL!

A very percicptial whisper in his own mind; an almost guttural and rough sound almost like a feralistic wolf attempting to speak. Each word raking across his mind.

All Menzai could see right now was Viola, his eyes a ferocious fire fuming.

An internal conflict wholly new even to the wolf; saved only by the emotional spell searing his flesh beneath. Yet, it had not been quite enough; forcing him to clench his remaining hand with fresh blood dripping from palm. The fresh crimson like sweet morning dew to the bestial instinct.

A decision that came with a cost and it was the only thing tethering Menzai's logical side in place.

* Had she lost control or overreached.... my family....Phia...* This thought was all he could think about at this moment.

Kill! Kill! Dangerous....will bring harm to her... KI-

*...No. She is Phia's..sister.* His logical side pushing through to allow this thought to form that tempered back the tumultuous animosity.

Magnolia.

An ever-familiar scent, that with a single whiff soothed the wolf who had been in the midst of battling his feral protective urge. All the ill-thoughts and anger melted away.

Graceful for his senses that allowed him to come to his senses.

He refused to allow the sweet fairy, who arrived shortly after to see her step-brother displaying....such a horrific side.

This had Menzai concerned and unsure what to do with what he had just experienced; one that left him completely drained on what little energy he had. Energy used towards jumping back.

Perplexing as it was terrifying, but a part of him understood what it was.

For just as much as he had his gentle and logical human side, deep within there always lurked a beast within all wolves.

And a wolf Menzai was.

Said wolf could also barely stand on his feet and yet, even then... had it come down to it... Menzai would have fought with every last ounce to protect them.

" I am glad to see that Viola has not chosen violence. I still am not happy though because it appeared like you were going to hurt my Menzai for a moment."

Her words showing concern for her step-brother, were heart melting and greatly appreciated, giving him just the boost needed to keep him going. Though it also saddened him to have it said towards her actual brood. He hoped this would not leave her looking at them unfavorably.... amending things would only prove more difficult were that so.

" Indeed, no harm has been done here. As Sir Cyrus said, a demonstration. A very impressive display of skill and prowess, none here can deny that" He stated in his usual calm tone though his voice came out slightly raspy, the mere effort proving almost too much.

“You make heavy requests and choose to refrain from explaining your reasoning for them. We are only trying to ensure your motives are not incompatible with ours. If the situation were reversed, would you not ask similar questions? Seek to understand the situation as much as you can?"

Menzai listened to Sir Cyrus, the doubt in his words clear as were some uncertainties. Perhaps they shared a confusion towards what had occurred, albeit for different reasons.

This had not gone well. Frustratingly so and there was nothing he could do but post-pone these misunderstandings for tomorrow.

" What you say, Sir Cyrus is true. What I ask is heavy, yes but only asked from a place of caution." A sly glance towards Phia, one Cyrus would easily notice were he watching his face, hinted with exhaustion.

" Having said such, unfortunately any further talk must wait. I extend apologies and hope each of you can afford me a second chance to explain." A light bow of the head." And impressive as Lady Viola's prowess...the abrupt and spontaneous nature...." Taking a moment to resign at the situation's overall sour ending." So, I must shamefully ask, dear Phia to save me a plate for tomorrow."

Turning in preparation to make departure towards the house, but paused shortly." I bid you all good night and may your dreams be pleasant. And Sir Cyrus, Lady Viola, I ask you think on my request, at least until the next time we can talk?" At the end he eyed Cyrus, hoping he could understand how serious he was about this.

As much as he loathed doing so himself. But, they were said purely out of brotherly concern. Still, they did little to assuage the guilt of leaving the innocent fairy in the dark.

With that, Menzai made his way homeward and in passing of Phia paused briefly to give her a small, apologetic smile and an opportunity to hug him if she wished." Sleep well with sweet dreams, dear Phia." Bidding her personally, expressing his care for her; finished, the tired wolf made his departure.

The wolf's shadow weighed doubly so beneath the twin sister's dazzling glow.
In 🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕 → 3 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Mr. V


Time: Evening
Location: Damien Estate
Interactions: Fritz @JJ Doe Charlotte @Princess
Mentions:
Attire: ???




The two could see a hint of anxiousness in the masked servant's face and pose as he waited for Charlotte to answer. A twitch of the left arm; a sign of him resisting the urge to drum his fingers. A sense of unease almost came from him.

"... No."

A simple enough response, but enough to help recompose himself though the concern still weighed on his mind as his friend continued on to mention having not talked or interacted with her.

A heavy situation with possibly very unpleasant answers. He hesitated; lacking too much evidence and proof, it was then Sir Fritz interjected...

“I’ve been here since the party started, but I haven’t seen her at all,”

The genlteman's words did much to add credence to what he feared and matched well with the lack of chatter on Lady violet. What he said needed to be said carefully, or risk giving the kind lady sitting before him, a cursed boon she chose an innocent butterfly.

"What prompted you to raise such a question?"

He already made a lady cry on his last invited party, he refused to let it occur again.

A quick cough against his gloved fist followed with a distinguished chuckle, hint of nervousness." That...is a very good question, Char. To cut to the chase, it concerns Violet. As Fritz had pointed out, Violet strange lack of appearance. With this being hosted by her family and all. It has me... worried." Eyebrows furrowed." For the sake of avoiding any misunderstandings or freakouts, I'm not gonna go jumping to conclusions so just.... keep an eye out for her, alright?"

Concluding this business for the time being; much to discuss and think over and possibly more may be discovered from tonight so it was best to hold off on such matters for the time being.

Pulling away from Lady Charlotte, Mr. V resumed his pose." Ahem, apologies for the delay. These concerns were such I felt needed given before anything else." Shifting to better fix his pose and any part of his disguise that may have gotten moved out of place.

" Do let me know if there are any other matters needed be dealt with, if not then we may proceed." Said with a gentle smile.
In Pokémon: There and Back Again → 3 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Tristan Glory












The praises and attention were proving quite effective in getting out blushing reaction from the glittering gossifleur who shown with an added green glow of the field effect. Elated to be able to demonstrate to a crowd; a part of her frustrated at her trainer, however, for having her debut so unexpected thrusted upon the poor grass mon. Unable to properly prepare, but she readied herself anyway.

Tristan, on the otherhand; normally one to relish much like Angel was, albeit in his egotistical manner, but the teen was trying to wrap his head around the multiple things he was taught just now. He thought this would be simple until this field nonsense came into play and with it alarm bells were ringing with some beads of sweat forming.

All while his attention was on that blasted goat...just standing there looking all cute... no, menacing.

"Fight!"

No point dwelling on it anymore and if there was one good thing to come of this is his own poke-

"Alright Skiddo, use Defense Curl and then Rollout!"

The seemingly simple buff move, while annoying with the field effect that also confirmed to the novice teen that Ramos looked to be a defensive style guy. Yet, that sudden speed had snapped Tristan from his thoughts.

" Holy Arc- hngh.. darn it all! A-Angel, quickly use scen- gragh- sweet scent in front of you to try and throw the skiddo off then side-step it and follow up with a sing right in its face!" The silver-haired teen ordered through some bits of struggling, finishing with a frustrated huff, face slightly flushed from the near heart attack.

He could only help but be nervous at this plan he fumbled onto after looking over Angel which he chose on, banking on Ramos using grass type.
In 🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕 → 3 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Mr. V


Time: Evening
Location: Damien Estate
Interactions: Fritz @JJ Doe Charlotte @Princess
Mentions: Olivia @Potter
Attire: ???



With thanks to Fritz's suggestion, the trio found themselves a somewhat more secluded spot for a bit more privacy. Or as much privacy as one could get at a costume party.

Along the way, the masked servant would be approached by sir Fritz, whom by their expression looked to have a somewhat worrisome expression, met by confusion from him.

“Do you intend to harm anyone?”

The gentleman's words left Mr. V to momentarily drop his facade as he could not keep himself from looking at the man like he was crazy. Immediately after, he let out an airy chuckle with a playful dismissive wag of his index finger." Harm anyone? Never, good sir! Though I do understand your worries due the prior interruptions poor timing." Letting out another small, amused chuckle.

There he would step in and lean closer." I assure you that no such thoughts nor intent ever passed my mind." He whispered; gloved hand obscuring his lips." I'm not one of those radical sorts. Nay, my need for such request is for more...." Tilting his head to ponder how to best explain, then gave a smile much like that of the cheshire cat." I merely wish to entertain, but alas mere words simply will not do...that is why I am in need of a bit of.... mhmmm...pizzazz if you will?" Wiggling his fingers in a magical way to end his explanation with a charming wink. Plus, if the need arises it could serve as an emergency escape for him.

Stepping back, where he then coughed into his closed fist." I understand this is not an easy request, so I simply ask you think on it... at least for the moment." Finishing with a respectful bow.

With that dealt with, Mr. V was ready to proceed though briefly halted when Fritz started to pull out a seat for him. Thankfully the gentleman self-corrected with an apologetic look of which he nodded in return.

Seeing as he was a mere servant. He would remained standing and posed, ready to serve, leaving Fritz to speak first which he was content with. All this hoighty toighty talking and butt kissing left a bad taste in his mouth.

While Fritz spoke with Charlotte at the moment, he would take this moment to study the room to see where the host was; best to know where the enemy is and all. But, also to check on Percy who seemed to be enjoying herself with this Peter. Eyebrows knitting in a mixture of worry and delight to see his oldest friend getting to enjoy herself. He had much to talk with her too, but that would have to wait.

A reluctant sigh as he forced himself to look back at the group and much like Fritz, his mind was a whirl storm of thoughts and planning; more reasons why he appreciated this chance to slow down and get a breather. And to hear that Charlotte seemed to be fine, though uncertain of whatever it was she experienced. Simply another point to discuss in the near future added to the list; said list already concerningly long as is and likely will escalate even worse, if his speculations prove to have merit to them.

"Uhm... you wanted to tell me something, yes?"

A number of things he wished to tell her in fact and much to talk about, but something else nagged on his mind more than anything. The masked servant would stand there with right index finger pressed to his lips in pondering fashion, trying to decide the best way to proceed.

A few moments later, Mr. V would smile with a clearing of the throat." Ahem, apologies. Had some last-minute thoughts I needed to peruse over. And more apologies to you, Sir Fritz as there is something of import I musk Lady Charlotte before proceeding."

This time it was Charlotte's turn for him to lean close and whisper." I'm glad you're alright so far... just please let us know if any bad effects pop up." He started, putting a hold on the facade, his concerns taking precedent." As for... the matter I wish to discuss, but before we can, there is something I need to check and I feel you're the only one who confirm or not..."

Biting his lip, almost worried that merely asking might make the possibility very real." Char...did Lady Violet say anything or show desire towards coming to this party or that other one going on..that..ritual party or something by that huge bear of a man or something?" Mr. V asked though fearing he rambled on too much." Basically, I'm asking if you spoke to her prior and if so, if she expressed interest in the events?"
In Pokémon: There and Back Again → 4 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Tristan Glory












Tristan, gave a sly smirk which he covered through a quick peruse of his Pokedex. Taking delight in both Ramos motivational words and Lois's Displeasure though the sturdy portion left him wondering.

" Y-Yes! Don't expect your elderly age to have me hold back!" The silver-haired teen responded in kind; trying to follow the family no sympathy for losers and to a Glory, everyone were losers.

Then Ramos revealed their first mon and with it the chime of his Pokedex relaying it to be a gogoat." Ah-hah! A plant type just as I-" Tristan was about to exclaim smugly his solving accomplishment, that is until he took notice of the the glowing green petals on the grass goat.

What followed was a rapid string of quick that had Tristan shouting-

Glowing petals." What? "

Pokedex chiming with mention of field effect." What?!"

Flower power! The garden's terrain has activated Skiddo's Grassy Pelt. Its defense stat has increased by 50%." WHAT?!"

Flabbergasted at the unexpected train of mechanics wholly new to the rookie trainer. This left him thrown off briefly, needing pinch his cheek." I'll worry about it later!" Growled out the teen, who while annoyed had that sly smirk come back as he thought about what this so called field effect does.

With that, Tristan tossed his pokeball; a click and flash of red light as Angel popped out with a cheery melodic tune ending with a cutely posed wink. The newly acquired grass type would look at the gogoat with a somewhat curious and confused expression then back to her trainer." Apologies, Angel. I'll do proper introductions after this, but for now we battle."

Still a bit confused, but with a chirpy hum she bounced forward with a elated sing songy cry.
In Avalia → 4 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Menzai Isanami




Time: Night

Location: Gaurav

Interactions: Viola @13org, Cyrus @Helo

Mentions: Phia @princess

Equipment: White Haori, Gauravian luck charm bracelet, Steel Chain Shirt of Deflection (3 uses per day), Disguise ring




Gaurav


The chill air of the night had worsened; attempts to soothe the icy sister's thorny mood served only to further them instead.

For as Menzai stood there, a solitude and quiet figure with only the faint glow of deep-sea blue eyes with the dull fierceness of red specks illuminating his face beneath the moon's glow. Save for the gentle flapping of his armless sleeve, billowing in the breeze; drifting along a chilly breeze and unpleasant remarks from the fairy siblings.

The shadow loomed tall; soon sensing Viola's Harsh stare and instead of avoiding the cold gaze, Menzai returned with a strong gaze of his own.


*note this is Menzai’s mentalscape*

Viola would see nothing at first as the wolf gave nothing of himself away unless he deemed to. Then the red slivers seemed to twitch; almost appearing to burn like tiny embers only to immediately be followed by darkness. All around, Viola only saw the vast expanse of darkness.

The motion of ripples beneath her feet reveals the ground to be emptiness rippling like ink on a mirror-like surface. All the time, a low thrumming growling much like a warning growl could be heard like an unpleasant tickle against the back of her neck. It was almost as if a figure stood breathing right behind her, only to turn to find nothing.

A lone child-like giggle broke the unsettling sensation as a young Phia seemed to materialize from the inky sea. Following in her wake, the inky black expanse gave way to life. Flowers and plants of all assortments sprouted from the ground with butterflies and birds flying about.

Within seconds, the landscape had changed completely with the two moons glowing dazzlingly bright in place of the sun, more so than normal and seeming to be much closer. Upon feeling its rays, a familiar warmth that left Viola almost feeling as if being hugged by her sister. But, as expected any attempts to call out or get her attention failed. Not much longer, it would become apparent the child like Phia was running towards something...no, someone.

A delighted glee filled bit of laughter rang from Phia as she jumped onto what seemed like a huge ball of fur. A stir and a low growl of annoyance; slowly shifting from slumber, the once pile of fur rose until a feral wolf twice that of a direwolf sat, graceful in its form with black and white fur split directly in the middle in a vertical pattern. This left the wolf appearing as if a mass of shadows on its left and warm glow of light on its right.

Most striking were the eyes, but unlike Menzai were inverted as two pools of blood-red eyes glowed with subdued ferocity with a gentle twinkle from the slivers of rich deep blue glittering stars swimming in crimson.

The beast remained unmoving; fur shimmering like silk, his body resting comfortably around Phia in a protective manner, leaving the giddy child free to play.

For a brief time, all was well, until the wolf picked up the scent of blood coming from the unknown visitor. Then thorns would start forming and breaking through Viola's skin and from it the air would take on an almost reddish hue as if a bloody mist filter had encroached the feel.

All the pleasant sounds of nature and Phia's giggling faded. A harsh rush of wind pushed Viola leaving her disoriented momentarily, her vision returning shortly after only to see the wolf standing right before her staring down at her with cold bloody eyes seeming to darken and drip from the sockets as bloody thorns could be seen sprouting out from the ground beneath her feet.

The low, rumbling growling from before returned as the wolf rankled his maw revealing rows of pearly fangs that would suddenly snap open.

A loud, ear piercing shriek at loud, shattering volume. A horrifying shrill scream enveloped her; surrounded not by the horrors of a wolf howling, but of despair...of pain. It neither sounded like a beast or a male, but closer to that of a despairing woman.

All around this scream reverberated and rebounded to deafening volumes, going until the point she might feel as if her head would split, then just like that it was over.



An exchange that appeared to last ages, but only an instance passed. What was allowed was given and what to make of it would be left to her.

Menzai gave no indication the exchange had occurred at all as his eyes closed. Quietly, the wolf pondered to himself on how to proceed from here.

Having received their questions and listened to the comments shared as well, all made the situation clear. These two were focused on getting their family back together; so much so that in their haste they failed to see the unknown dangers likely seeking out members of their family as well. And to his dismay, misunderstandings have formed; if left alone then future conflict were sure to happen.

Viola in particular was an unknown issue. The woman's troubles clung to her much like the thorns adorning her body.

He understood why they were upset and worried; eager to have their sister back and he wanted nothing more than to make their reunion an happy occasion and instead he could only offer them disappointment.

Some of his own frustrations regarding Phia’s loss of memories tried to bubble forth, made worse by the estranged sister’s question or more specifically the cold manner she requested. This left him with much to say with choice words of his own, but doing so would only serve to worsen this already formed rift.

For both Phia’s and the group’s sake, he had to ensure these two joined them. And with a slow, reluctant exhale, followed by a gentle breeze, a comforting brush against skin.

Though, as the two would soon come to learn; Menzai while gentlemanly had a fierce bite just as much.

Stepping forward once more, closer within three steps from the siblings, ready to speak, his gaze shifting between the two briefly.” Very well then. As our guests have made things apparent and my attempts to spare the two of you disappointment after a difficult and tiring journey.” He spoke in the calm tone prior, a hint agitation.

“ But, unfortunately, I know no more than either of you when it comes to her memories or to be precise, the method in how she lost them which should explain my caution.” Pausing briefly to check their reactions.” Please, understand that your sister came to us with her memories already lost and only two were allowed to meet this..unknown envoy that brought her.” His voice took on a mixture of curiosity and frustration as he spoke of this part.” Any misunderstandings born of my status or position, allow me to clear up for I am no keeper of her memories nor her life.”

Menzai then moved till he stood close to Viola, there he merely stood peering at the dark fairy. Silently studying the features of her face, taking note of the faint, but familiar traits, the unmistakable and undeniable proof that these two truly were her family. His usual stern expression softened as he delicately reached his right hand forward.

Leaning in close, his clawed fingers gently brushed along the thorns and vines in admiration.” Such breathtaking beauty. And a lovely plant specimen as well… sharing a love of plants.” An almost amused huff escaped him as he whispered his admiration, inspecting the blood seeped plant a moment longer, turning his attention back to Viola.” As for your request, Lady Viola, unfortunately it is not one I can satisfy for neither I nor any in this village aim to keep or hold her hostage as you have eloquently hinted. She is and has always been free to do as she wishes, while we endeavored to give her nothing but our kinship.” Speaking calmly yet again though only perceptible to Viola was a clear hint of coldness directed explicitly at her.” Something of which we would like to share with you as well, if possible.” Added the wolf, slightly frowning.

Leaning in closer, where as he did so, his hand gently gripped the vine, this time to whisper into her ear instead of himself.” Blood Ties or no, she is family. Whether you accept it or not matters not to me, but…dare to disregard my tribe's love for Phia around my mother…” Trailing off to let the silence linger, the grip of his hand gently squeezing all the while as his harsh, but controlled words brushed her pointed ear until thorns broke skin.

After a few seconds, his hand released revealing pinpricks of blood spilling down his palm.” Apologies for encroaching so closely. I hope this offering will satisfy any discomfort I may have caused.” Drawing his hand back; pausing to peer at his crimson stained palm and flex his fingers.” If not, then feel free to make a request at a future time, whenever convenient for you.”

Finished with his brief personal exchange, his hand closed after a few more testing flexes. Whether this request was given genuinely or out of spite, this he would keep.

Pulling his face away from the fairy.” And to you, Sir Cyrus, no I would not interfere.” He kept his gaze with Viola as he answered the brother matter of factly.” On the condition there is no sign of danger or risk to her life, that is.” His head turned to Cyrus' direction while further explaining.” Nor do I have any desire to keep her from you, I desire the opposite, if my words had not already hinted so.” His usual calm response with a curt bite at the edge in regards to the brother’s comment towards their “deal”.

Turning to step away from Viola giving her space, talking as he went.” However, both of you have made accusations towards me and my tribe, intended or no, so let me be clear to ensure no further misunderstandings.”

Stopping in place and turning his head to peer over his shoulder at the two.” I am merely a brother to Phia, and I, much like the entirety of my village, wants nothing but her happiness. With that said, my goal aligns with yours.” And in more ways than the siblings might expect.

Pausing here to take a moment to himself; turning his head away with his back to them.” To see her living blissfully, unaware. It both saddens and frustrates me to a maddening degree…” Whispering his own grievances with this whole situation.

Here he turned to face them once more.” But, while I lack the answers regarding her memories. I do, however, know the ones that do have answers. And I, now carrying the guardian title, affords me the capabilities to request what they know and I would have both of you with me.”

This time, Menzai could not help but let out a small chuckle to himself.* The timing of their arrival…*Trailing off to peer up at the two moons shining brilliantly.* A most fortuitous blessing….* Thought the stoic wolf.
In Pokémon: There and Back Again → 4 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Tristan Glory












This was not exactly the kind of end result he was hoping for, though Tristan figured that he simply had not adjusted to how trainers handled everything. Which, as expected results in a battle. Not that he was annoyed; especially not after seeing Lois inconvenienced and he would hardly be lying if he didn't enjoy the gentleman's annyed expression.

The relief on the staffs face was a nice little bonus. Pleased to see he was able to give the workers the much needed and long overdue break. Just for them, the silver-haired teen saw no reason to rush this battle.

Plus, this would give him the opportunity to have his first proper match. The unpleasant memories of how his battles have been so far were less than....a pleasing start even for a rookie. But, Tristan has changed since yesterday.

For he did the one thing he dared never thought possible...study.

With his recent acquiring of types and match-ups and after some thinking with obvious clues all around him and considering his location. As even to Tristan, the type this ex-gym leader, Ramos likely specialized in was grass or bug, possibly a mix but mainly grass. As luck would have it, he already had two mons perfect for this.

"Okay, Tristan. Since this is just a test, this will be a three versus three battle. Don't worry, I'm going to only use a few sprouts that I brought along. Are you ready?"

" Ah, yes! Uno momento, good sir!" He exclaimed with a bit of flair and flash of a dazzling smile, his luxurious hair waving like silver silk. Taking out his pokedex, where he would look over his current team as he took a typical thinking pose.

He was unsure how to go with the third pokemon with his current line-up, as he pondered over which one might work best. It did not help he was going off guesswork on what Ramos actually might use and find himself in another situation with Freya. A most unpleasant expression upon being reminded of the memory.

The option to ask could be there, but he felt it might have cheapened his first battle with a gym leader..albeit an retired one. Still, Tristan wanted to experience a real battle and after a quick internal check of his plans." Alright, Sir Ramos." Moving into battle position with pokeball in hand." I challenge you to a duel wait, that doesn't sound right. Battle!...er something like that?" Hoping his quick correction there helped.

Tristan found himself a bit thrown off, fretting over how he messed up his first challenge intro and...crap, the hair flip! How could he have forgot the frick-

To spare us a mental breakdown....

"Gah! Darn it all! It's a work in progress, let's just battle!" Exclaimed Tristan, face red and fuming; embarrassed, but the silver-haired teen is fired up!
In Pokémon: There and Back Again → 5 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Tristan Glory












Tristan was left at the mercy of the two gentlemen at this point and could do naught else but wait with a nervous gulp.

The elder gentleman, to his relief was kind and understanding. The most willing to hear him out, unlike the more stingy companion. Princess would let out a happy yip with a wave of her paw, the wagging of her tail clearly sign she enjoyed the patting." I... we appreciate the kind words. Mr. Ramos." The bit of recognition felt nice, boosting his morale.

Until he heard the way Lois correct him in a way that felt unabashedly petty making it go crashing into spiteful annoyance. The silver-haired teen gave the esteemed sir a 'this mofo serious?' face. An albeit, brief expression relaxing as it was best to simply move on.

Tristan would remember this. He would rue the day.

The compliment of being of import; at least helped softened his ire towards the man, if only a tad for a Glory's spite was unending. Not that things would get much better after hearing the way Lois was talking leaving his mood disheartened. Just when he was thinking to turn to leave to save himself and his team any further embarrassment.

"We'll do it," interjected Ramos.

" Wait, what?! Exclaimed the befuddled rich teen mirroring Lois's at the same time much to Tristan's Chagrin, save in a more surprised manner.

He simply remained silent; listening on as the two had their dispute, waiting to see what would become of this. His hope to uncover Lady Aria's mystery relit.

"Oh, come on Lois. It's not like we don't have a reason not to help him. Besides, I think we could find a solution that will satisfy both sides."

This brought a confident smile to Tristan's face for the first time this day.* Ah-hah! Looks like we might have pulled it off. Seems I got our access to the forest... and... hmph, meanwhile Faye probably off fumbling around in the woods.* Tristan snidly snickered to himself. Budding thoughts of bragging next they met popped into his head. This was just Tristan's little cherry on top. He really felt he needed a good win right now.

"Tristan, let's have a battle. I have something to ask, but I need to see if you are wheat or chaff."

A spiteful victory cutshort.* Ugh...should have known.* This left a sour hint to this still very feasible victory. Besides, only made sense to do battle, considering the fact all of this leads to a highly dangerous forest.

And, while annoyed; Tristan was actually grateful for this chance to battle an ex-gym leader. So far none of his trainer battles felt right or ended bitterly. This gave him the chance to hopefully give King their much, deserved redemption after failing him as the inexperienced trainer he is.

Plus, the knowledge of typing still fresh on his mind, Tristan found himself actually eager to try to strategize." An offer I graciously accept... as anything else at this point would be considered pointlessly." He accepted with an akward chuckle to finish.
In 🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕 → 5 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Mr. V


Time: Evening
Location: Damien Estate
Interactions: Fritz @JJ Doe Charlotte @Princess
Mentions: Olivia @Potter
Attire: ???




The masked gentleman graciously bowed." Anything offered shall be greatly appreciated." He listened to anything Fritz was willing to tell him regarding the Damien family and other such matters that may be related. Some things he knew, but most of it new to him and with each tidbit the woefully put together puzzle regarding Calbert and Violet's death took on some discernable picture in his head though still lacked far too much.

All the while, his gaze would roam over the party trying to take notice of any recognizable faces; at times checking back on Charlotte, concerned, but nothing he could do but wait on that end. With the vile count doing his own thing, he left him be though would try to keep his location in the back of his mind.

His search had him discover the icy prince and honored queen. Two guests that certainly had him nervous; a part of him hesitant to continue with his plans, but for the group and Percy's stake... besides he already knew this whole thing was stupidly risky.

What made it even more frustrating was the peculiar lack of Violet. In fact, none of the Damien family besides Lord Calbert had announced themselves. Any chance of making things up with Crystal clearly not an option; worse yet, no way for any of them to try get the most crucial intel only she knew.

Irritating and very strange; from what he had read and taught, events hosted by big named families never wasted opportunities to wag their amazing family and wealth in everyone's faces.

After thinking on it a bit longer, taking into consideration the fact that, if Violet had indeed died and been brought back and her lack of presence. Mr. V's body tensed as the worse possibility came to his mind. And yet, that piece of shit Count is wasting his time trying to screw over two peasants.

Thankful to have the metal tray clutched in his right hand lest he found himself stalking straight over to Calbert and knock some of that deluded view out of him.

Mention of Olga's name was just the trick to help pull Mr. V from his dark and frustrating ruminations. Fritz's voice and words provided him the reprieve to calm down. A good thing he forbade the mistress touch of liquor or he may have lost himself. And with it a small smile to his lips; happy to hear Olga was doing well.

Then his companion shifted closer; a sign what he had to say next to more important and sensitive and acted in kind by leaning close, his full attention given this time.

“Do you see that striking couple over there? The gentleman wearing a weasel mask has been keeping a close eye on the Damiens for a few days now. His insights may better serve you.”

Turning his attention as guided to the couple mentioned, where he saw the weasel-mask wearing individual named Peter. Something about the guy seemed a bit off; at first, he figured the mask to blame, but...

Not that he could dwell on it long for he soon caught sight of the woman hanging onto his arm. The uncomfortable tingling turning into a rumble in his gut upon realizing who it was. Even beneath her multi-layered disguise, he recognized her easily now that his beloved booze mistress did not addle his thoughts.

His childhood friend looked absolutely stunning and elegant. While her being with this Peter did not sit well with him, he only wished she could be free to enjoy herself. How they all could have spent the night dancing away.

If only circumstances for this party had been of genuine fun. Alas.

Seeking her out would have to wait for the moment as he caught sight of Charlotte who was beginning to make her way to them. That on top of Fritz seemingly finishing up.

” “What else might you need from me?”

The question made him chuckle as the other favor he had in mind slipped away after the onslaught of information and concerns." First, of course I must give my thanks for all that you were willing to give." Another respectful bow as his or the staff's way of showing his thanks at least." As for the matter of request." This time it was his turn to lean in close.

" If possible, would you know where I could get ahold of a small pouch of gun powder?" His left hand gently resting on his shoulder having leaned to whisper it." I- " Opening his mouth as if to elaborate onto his request and with quite the big grin as if proud of the ideas he had in mind.

"Evening gentlemen. Having fun over here I hope?"

Upon hearing Charlotte greeting words, his relaxed postured straightened and he stepped back, but not before dusting off the shoulder he had been lightly leaning against." Ah! You grace us with your presence, Lady Charlotte!" Turning partially with a partial bow of his head in turn." Your timing has been proven most fortuitous for Sir Fritz had just finished regaling me with his *tales*." Slipping the tray now sporting slight bending under his arm to give Fritz brief little clap.

" Most compelling with much gleaned from it, that I can certainly attest." His little applause ended, he then stepped closer to Charlotte where he would check her over." But what of you, Lady Butterfly? That... little episode you recently demonstrated?" Mr. V asked still in his disguised manner, worry easily evident in his tone, however." Before anything, I must ask If the lady requires a drink or a seat, please let me know as it is our duty to keep all guests happy." It annoyed and bothered him having to talk in such an eloquent manner made only possible due to those blasted lessons.

The thought of Agatha's smug toad like face from taking pleasure in seeing him using her high society lessons made his skin crawl. He could not help but count down the seconds he could free him of this insulting ruse. Unfortunate for the others, this was their life, leaving him wishing a way to help them.
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Menzai Isanami




Time: Morning

Location: Gaurav

Interactions: Viola @13org , Cyrus @Helo

Mentions: Phia @princess

Equipment: White Haori, Gauravian luck charm bracelet, Steel Chain Shirt of Deflection (3 uses per day), Disguise ring




Gaurav


Both Viola's tone and words were strong and clear signs her mood were far from approachable. Listening, to his chagrin; from it learning much of the tortured fairy. He could almost hear the mixture of pain and frustration, but love still remained. The wolf, in his solitude could understand the jealousy wrought from unfair circumstances.

Such tragic fracturing of a once proud and beloved family. Separation. Suffering. All traits shared across each sibling present. Whether they be known or in ignorance.

After overhearing a brief portion of a conversation concerning such personal matters, did Menzai choose to reveal himself. Stepping forward, having decided lurking only served to insult the pair, though stopping a fait eight steps distance, giving them the space hoped best comfortable for them.

Saying nothing; his typical near blank face expression showing a calm, but serious determination. Ears perked, his demonstration that he would merely hear, not intrude. His previous actions ensuring none but the three standing in this field beneath the pristine twin moon glow, a shroud of secrecy.

Menzai listened as the two spoke on, Viola's hostile energy evident both in her words and the visual threatening of the blood seeped vines enshrouding her body, almost a protective blanket as much as vicious armor. They did much to help him picture the cruel solitude she must have endured.

By the end of Viola's portion of unloading how she felt and could not blame the jealousy she held towards Phia. Yet, while conflicted she still held to the good part of herself. But, as he knew he had no right to get involved nor did he intend to delve into either sibling's past. Though the best chance of helping her also heavily relied on helping Phia in the future.

With a watchful eye and somewhat softer approach was the best way to ensure the two joins the pack. For the pack's most potential and for Phia's happiness. With these always the principle two thoughts driving all of the wolf's actions and with what his previous mistake cost him now adding to his experience. Acting in haste both in action and words needed be handled with caution. And one with Viola's conflicted temperament pertaining importance on caution particularly.

Thankfully, Sir Cyrus proved more sound of mind who could understand her sister's pleas, conflicted amongst a myriad of thoughts behind them. Menzai would bow his head in return to the kind, greeting words. The brother likely experienced their own hardships though his capability to hide his trauma showed he would be easier to befriend.

“Noble wolf, you have my deepest gratitude for all you have done for our sister, Ophelia. You know who she is, the crest she wears even if she has forgotten where it came from. Our secrecy is an unfortunate necessity, our family name is dangerous to speak of; many wish us dead. Many have tried. I do not wish to continue hiding the truth from Phia but I believe you now know her better than we do, so I request your guidance. Do we tell Phia who we are, who she is, and possibly bring her pain? Or leave her in ignorance and spare her the pain of knowing what happened to her family?”

One of the two important questions he expected be asked came and from their end which had the wolf grateful. Better it had been asked from their part, the taut tension already bad enough.

Menzai remained silent; gazing at the two for a few seconds longer after the question was given, then his eyes that had surprisingly not blinked once if either had been paying attention. Even when his eyes stung; only now affording him this moment of clarity to think the best way to answer.

His eyes opened after a deliberate slow inhale; taking in the fresh breeze and whispering encouragement of the forest." Before I can give my answer, I wish to extend the many platitudes and apologies from Gaurav and from me." Bowing his head to the siblings each in turn." Had your timely intervention not occurred, the risk and possible harm that may have fallen my village could have been nothing but nightmares. The combined efforts of you all have instead, left no casualties. And Sir Ulysses will be punished for his wrongful treatment." Each word said with a calm and stern tone, that would briefly soften with his expression. Above all else, every word spoke was said with sincerity." I do ask to be a bit lenient. Considering the unfortunate timing surrounding the situation."

His posture would straighten up a bit more as he faced Viola before continuing." And I wish to ensure that all said and discussed here will not be shared by anyone. Please be assured that I have no intention of prying into your histories. Where you came from or what you have done prior to the village matters not to me. As long as no harm is brought to my village then I need nothing save but ask for two favors." Pausing as he held up two clawed fingers of his right hand as he stated this to let them take in his words.

" The first favor is also my answer. For, as frustrating and painful as these words will be...I must request keeping Phia's memory secret from her." The words came out almost strained. The mere thought of denying the sweet fairy left in forced ignorance angered him to no end, only the slight clenching of his fist and strained words the only signs he let slip.

But only for now.

" And my second request is if such a day something extreme occurs that, in the end, be left to Phia to decide if she wishes to regain her memories." The wolf quieted down, doing so as he was uncertain of how the two would react to his requests.

The older brother had his reasons and wanted to let it be clear he had no intention of letting whatever or whoever took away an innocent child's memories be a kept secret from him.

After giving the siblings take in what he said he would cut in." I know these requests are not easy, certainly said through heavy heart. Of which, for Phia's safety I must refrain from elaborating among personal reasons. Having said this, allow me to answer some questions to help soothe the unpleasant moods."

His ear flicked in the direction of the house; catching sound of Phia shifting in her sleep; concerned she might wake with his absence and the exhaustion still heavy in his body." And while I know there are many questions between us. However, since neither party has built up proper trust at this moment. Not to mention the long day we have had, the healing while helped still leaves me greatly tired."

A small nod of the head, a tired sigh." Allow me to answer any two questions you may have in the hopes to satisfy everyone for the night? Two may not seem like much, but one thing to understand about demi-wolves and us Gaurav, especially so is that we always approach things honestly. Whether said or kept, we do not delve nor ask, but when offered we listen and requested aid. And we do so without personal bias or greed. Cautious at first just as you are towards us, but once friendship is made, whatever we have we give."

Observing the two the entire time he spoke and explained; curious of what they thought, how they felt and more." However, it is up to my discretion whether I choose to answer or not, but as I said we are honest. So, whether Sir Cyrus and Lady Viola wishes to ask a question each or ask both, that I leave up to you."

Holding up his pointer finger indicating he had something important to say." I advise taking great consideration in the questions you ask." His words hinting more meaning behind his advice." I shall await here long as needed." Quietly, the wolf stepped away, this time leaving them their actual privacy to discuss. When ready they need merely signal or whistle.
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