[hider= The morning's fiery nightmare, The night's starry dream][color=gray] [center][b][color=limegreen][h1]Kazumin Nagasa[/h1][/color][/b] [img]https://i.ibb.co/YX1sZZL/download.png[/img] [/center] [color=limegreen]Time: [/color] Evening [color=limegreen]Location: [/color] Carriage->Castle Ballroom- Starry night ball [color=limegreen]Interactions:[/color] [@princess] Marina, King Eding [@reusabblesword] Roman [@authentictomb] Sylvia [color=limegreen]Mentions:[/color] [@potter] Persephone/Olivia, Charlotte [hr] This morning, there was no sun, only heavy clouds that left the kingdom covered in a grim and dreary overcast. There were no smiles or laughter; joy slept in shadows while fear and anger roared rampantly, freely, amidst the massive gathering of the courtyard. The bell rang with haunting clangs made to spread all throughout, heads turned to or away from the harrowing sound. A signal of dark cruelty draped as justice and righteousness; a churchly figure who spoke of assurance, of order to purify an evil that threatened the kingdom’s safety. People shuffled close together with murmurs of unease, discomfort, and some whispered excitement and curiosity, those who agreed with the execution, but all waited anxiously in nervous quiet, unable to do little else but be silent observers to the queen’s last moments of disgrace and shame. And all for what? Over a minor and harmless demonstration of magic with a purpose that carried no ill or capability to hurt. Yet, there on the balcony, the king stood by while the woman he touted to love was dragged and humiliated, her dignity given no quarter or mercy as the queen stood, waiting, condemned to burn; what little sense of order, of normality would die with her, and so would the love of magic, made the scapegoat amongst all this unjustified folly. And with them, any that carried such a wondrous gift unfairly were cursed to follow in her grim fate, were they to be discovered, hunted down like rabbits abandoned by the very laws meant to protect them. A harrowing thought that burned through Kazumin’s mind as he stood with trembling hands balled up into such tight fists the knuckles poked visibly through the gloves, threatening to rip through with barely restrained rage. He stood there, forced to endure witnessing the despicable display, dressed in black funeral garb; despite the looks and Asteroth’s concerns, he didn’t care for him; this was a funeral, and to treat it as anything else would be an unbearable insult to their queen. A harsh hand pressed about his shoulder, prompting the cowlicked blonde to lift his gaze to his left, to Asteroth’s stern bearded face, his expression cold and difficult to read.” [color=ed1c24]Enough. How long do you intend to shy away, Mr. Nagasa? Lift your head and watch. Our job is to bear witness till the condemned is tried and finished to its end.[/color]” The baron demanded in strained words that hinted at his own misgivings, but he gave nothing else away. A firm shove of the hand sent him forward a step, which Kazu partially resisted; burning daggers at the man, he glared with flared nostrils, his mouth curled in rage, lacking the cheeky grin that tended to accompany him wherever he went. Here, beneath the suffocating bleakness, he could feel nothing but disgust, and his face displayed it with visible fury. Kazu glowered at the man, detested him for dragging him to this farce of a trial where no truth or justice were present, and now they, the people, were made to be complacent in this innocent damnation. Staring back, unshaken, Asteroth leaned closer.” [color=ed1c24]Hate me if you must, but for the sake of your friend's safety, you will watch. Think what the king will think were he to see you expressing such clear disdain…do you wish to lose what little favor you have garnered from him?[/color]” Hearing those words had Kazu reluctantly relent his fuming glare, the disgust still unmistakable in his gaze. “ [color=ed1c24]And do not forget, however furious or ill you feel, think of the princess…look.[/color]” An upward jerk of his head, which Kazu turned towards the balcony, and felt a rushing pang of great sadness upon taking in the sight of Princess Ani, who appeared to be barely holding herself together.” [color=ed1c24]Think of what pain and grief she must be experiencing. If you wish to be able to help her, to be there for her as a friend, then you must bear witness, to share in this if you wish to hope to understand her grief.[/color]” The aged gentleman advised in a hushed, cool manner, then once more gave a shoving nudge of Kazu’s shoulder. A frustrated grunting huff was the blonde’s response, though he did not resist this time as he let his sight linger on Ani through welled-up eyes; catching the moment she broke, attempting to claw and plead for her mother with woeful wails filled with an impossible sorrow that would break him to his knees were they not lost to the harsh howling winds as if the air cried with her or perhaps to cover her pitiful state. An image equally unbearable to Kazu, who did not wish to see the amazingly kind princess in such dismay, and tore his eyes down to bear the fiery hellish visage of crackling orange flames enveloping its writhing, veiled victim within seconds. There, he could do little else but stand and stare in horror and disgust as the shadowy outline writhed and a scream. The howls of the wind caught the worst of it, though, and did little to ease the horrific sight playing out before him. That, however, would pale compared to the smell. Gods, the smell made his nostrils and eyes burn as sounds of hurls merely added to the vile smog of burnt flesh and ash drifting off the crackling flame like sorrowful snow. Never had he had to battle so hard to fight his stomach back; a stubborn refusal to give in tore into the glove of his fist; crimson droplets dripped with silent pain and vitriol from his lip and squeezed hands, his stomach roiled in sheer disgust. Just as the scene became suffocatingly hot while his body felt chill as ice, a touch to his trembling hand was felt; the gentlest of a warm caress that had him sharply turned with a surprised huff. He initially started to glare, startled by the unexpected sensation, but then a soothing squeeze signaled the unknown young lady’s intent. Kazu felt the furious shivering of his body melt away as the deafening pounding of his heart lessened, which had gone unnoticed until now. Realizing how close he had been to a panic attack and simply stared at the woman in confusion, studying her dark red hair like rich red wine and vibrant violet eyes with a starry twinkle that had him curiously vexed as he hardly saw many violet eyes. Most peculiar was the stark horizontal streak of freckles across her pale face, unbroken, almost as if a ray of sunlight had been etched across her cheeks. He had no clue who she was or why she had chosen what she did, but he was immeasurably grateful she did. He wanted to thank her, to tell her he was there for her too, but his words turned to ash on his tongue, and he found himself unable to muster the strength to speak. And as his heavy breathing eased, he would see the disgusted grief etched on her face. An understanding sentiment to forego words for now was shared as his balled fist relented to return the soft squeeze to her hand. Kazu gave a small nod and the weakest of smiles; all that he could manage then turned away with a sad huff, hating to see such another pretty face in such painful sadness, and doubted it would be his last this day. He failed to learn the woman’s name at the time, though the striking features of her face would make recognizing her easy. An unfortunate place to have met another potential friend, he hoped that when he did, he could give his thanks. Turning back to the gruesome burning, to find it was almost finished. All that remained was the remainder of the pole and the dying embers. Just a little more and they would be free of this, but his mind, cruel in its worry and fears, with his mind exhausted from plagued nightmares, found himself envisioning two different figures in his eyes. A nightmarish sight he loathed picturing, Charlotte on his left and Percy in his right eye; the potential hellish vision burned in his mind with agonizing concern. His hand squeezed tighter around the stranger’s, needing the subtle warmth to ground him, fearing the ground would give out beneath him. Unable to bear any more, Kazu shut his eyes with the last of the embers dying in a dismal puff. Silence followed in a shaky huff. An icy tear trailed down his cheek. [hr] “ [color=ed1c24]- gasa…[/color]” A faint voice spoke, barely perceptible. “ [color=ed1c24]-Gasa.[/color]” Again, the voice spoke, with a subtle gruff huff, familiar. “[color=ed1c24] Mr. Nagasa![/color]” With a startled gasp, the darkness left his eyes with a blinding flash, giving his eyes a momentary sting. Blinking his eyes to clear his aching eyes, only to receive a second sting from Asteroth’s glowering bearded face appearing abruptly inches from his own. Kazu elicited a surprised yelp as he reeled back, smacking the back of his head against the closed window of the carriage that continued to rock and roll onward beneath him. A grumbled huff was Asteroth’s response as he sat down with an indignant sputter.” [color=ed1c24]Really now, Mr. Nagasa! Is it not enough that you have once again caused us tardiness? I do not care to tolerate such lateness due to your indecisions, but I shant have you sleeping through the ball. And certainly not while dressed in such paltry garb.[/color]” The grizzled man grumbled his disgruntlement towards the blonde’s failure to be dressed in proper wear and shook his head at the overalls sloppily covered up by the plain blue dress shirt sloppily thrown on. Kazu groaned as he sat back up, rubbing the back of his head and wincing at the sting. All the while having to endure Asteroth’s berating onslaught, going on like a braying pissed mule.” [color=limegreen] Oww…urgh, I wasn’t sleeping, you grizzly-haired old mule![/color]” The cowlick blonde muttered as he rubbed his head, easing the dazed fog clouding his mind, only realizing the disrespectful slight afterward and biting his tongue in regret. A cold lift of the brow and a harsh, stern gaze.”[color=ed1c24] Pardon?[/color]” He said cooly with a clear warning in his tone. Wincing beneath the man’s fiery glare, Kazu let out a meek, awkward chuckle with an apologetic tilt of his head, hand still rubbing the messy blonde locks.” [color=limegreen]Er..heh, I…I’m sorry… sir.[/color]” He apologized with a tired, ashamed sag of his shoulders and head.” [color=limegreen] uh meant I wasn’t sleeping…Guess I must have zoned out for a bit.[/color]” Kazu said with a half-hearted chuckle as he grappled to recall where he was, as things had mostly become a blur since this morning. Asteroth studied his ward with an exasperated sigh as he shifted in his seat, hands adjusting around the tip of his cane with a relaxing grip.”[color=ed1c24] Hmph, no matter your remark, though I advise a tighter hold of that tongue of yours. At least for the night, think you can manage that?[/color]” A dismissive wave of the hand with a tsk of the teeth.” [color=ed1c24]The more pressing matter is that of your fit. I do hope you were able to find a suit? And one I dare hope proves nothing so gaudy as that obnoxious candy eye-sore you last wore.[/color]” Shaking his head, demonstrating his distaste. Unpleasant memories of the day flooded in with the baron’s words; how he spent an hour sick in the bathroom when it was all done and over. He had refused to budge from the room during that time, and were it not for the damned ball, he may have spent the day there.”[color=limegreen] The ball…right..right. Ugh, cut me a break, not like we were given much of a heads up with only a few hours to get something together.[/color]” Kazu grumbled, rubbing at his temple, working to shake off some of the exhaustion and drowsiness.”[color=limegreen] And excuse me for hardly being giddy or excited to go partying the same day as the queen’s…[/color].” He started sarcastically but quieted as he went, struggling to finish, not wishing to relive this morning’s event any more than he had to. A brief respite, for he knew the kind of nightmares sure to plague him tonight. The past week had been nothing but difficult days and restless nights, whether awake, where he spent keeping watch over Charlotte’s house, fearing witch hunters showing up at their doorstep. Or the endless nights with various horrid dreams; at times, it was returning home to find his family dead, pinned in place much like the dolls, or forced to watch Char and Percy dragged away in chains as he was held down by chains surrounded by shadowed witch hunters closing in, and all he could do was choke and gag, dragged to his knees. The worst of it had been of Percy bent over a dead body with black flamed tendrils writhing all about her, their crackling thrums obscuring her face; at times when the flames passed, he would see Persephone’s face, then Olivia, shifting constantly, and through it all her face was hidden by the dark shadows, twisted. Dread covered him like a deathly veil as he tried to grasp whether she was crying or laughing, but the fiery tendrils burst out wildly whenever he attempted to get close, ending the dream. There were more like those concerning the tavern incident, but he didn’t wish to dwell on them too long. His visits to Charlotte’s, when he could manage them, were the only comfort he got, as Asteroth’s estate had since become a cold and unwelcome space, his garden having been destroyed and desecrated, and growing colder with each passing day. Shaking his head of the dreary thoughts and doing so, found himself thinking of his lunch with Char, a time they were able to forget their trouble with some fun competition and light-hearted chat. Brief as it was, it renewed his strength and reasons to carry on, hoping to share more experience with her and Olive. Though they had been recovering this past week, and Char had become busy with some unknown project which he didn’t pry into, understanding she needed some time alone. And Olive, she had overextended herself too much, leaving most of the time spent in bed rest. Kazu was happy enough simply staying by her side, ensuring she was as comfortable as possible before inevitably needing to leave, not wanting to overstay his welcome nor be improper for the duke to let some unknown man over too often lest unsavory rumors start. There were times she declined his visits, which saddened and pained him, but he respected her space and kept lookout where he could. Kazu slid his hands from his temple to rub against his face, expelling one last tired yawn, then gave his cheeks two smacks, dispersing the dark memories and exhaustion, and with it returned some color to his pale face, careful not to smudge the concealer. He hardly wanted to go around with shadowed eyes and visible bruises; thankfully, they were mostly faded by this point, making it simple enough to do without Sasha’s expert skills. “ [color=limegreen]Agggh..whew, alright! No more moping about[/color]!” The blonde stated aloud to himself, turning his gaze towards the gruff baron across from him, sporting a look of indignant impatience.” [color=limegreen]Oi! No more of that, cause much as I’m against this whole thing, hardly anything is worth celebrating this night, but far be it from me to be a wet blanket, so I prepared something special.[/color]” As he said so, Kazu leaned down to grab and lift a medium-sized briefcase that had been sitting on the floor beside him up onto his lap with a slight, strained grunt.” [color=limegreen]Seeing as I don’t really have a choice, thought I’d do something interesting to go along with the starry theme.[/color]” Nodding his head and patting the case with a pleased grin.”[color=limegreen] If I got to dance for the king’s farce of a celebration, then I’ll have fun my own way. And this one, I’m quite proud of…course it wasn’t easy with the short time given.[/color]” Coughing awkwardly against his closed fist, feeling bad over the delay brought about by his refusal to leave without the suit’s finishing touches.” [color=limegreen]B-but, the wait will be well worth it, I assure you, with the surprise I have in store![/color]” Kazu assured with a pump of his arms, feeling some of his old enthusiasm returning. At this point, he needed to focus only on the ball, and if the king expected him to sit back and let his bullshit decrees ruin and criminalize the splendor of magic, then it was only right to show these boring, stuck-up prudes the real magic of dance! A curious tapping of the cane, Asteroth let loose a long, slow sigh, then lifted his off-hand to rub at the bridge of his nose.”[color=ed1c24] So it seems some of that…reckless spirit of yours has returned. Hard to say this is a good thing when it concerns you, Mr. Nagasa.[/color]” His eyes lowered, scrutinizing the cowlicked blonde and his case.”[color=ed1c24] Though I cannot help but be concerned by whatever surprise you may have concocted, knowing the foolish antics you get up to.[/color]” With a twisting lift of the cane, Asteroth had pointed the hawk-tipped cane at his face in warning.” [color=ed1c24]Do anything to disgrace my house or insult the king’s honor, and know this will be the end of our arrangement.[/color]” The gruff older gentleman stated matter-of-factly, a promise. Having the cane suddenly pushed in his face had him reel his head back slightly as he went cross-eyed, staring at the sharp metal beak of the hawk inches from his nose. Taking in what was said, Kazu sputtered, using his right index finger to subtly nudge the hawk a few inches from his face.” [color=limegreen]Disgrace you, moi?[/color]” Placing his other hand across his chest offended by such an accusation.” [color=limegreen]I’m wounded, my lord, I’m fine humiliating myself more than well enough, but another? I’d never dare dream to disgrace you nor the king….no need with the king having disgraced his wife and throne plenty and all before evening at that.[/color]” Shaking his head, fighting back a bitter chuckle before having the cane shoved against his nose, letting out a muffled wince. “ [color=ed1c24]Cease such talk, unless you wish to find yourself in a cell or the next live demonstration, you will keep such jabs to yourself and hold that tongue of yours. I will not warn again.[/color]” He glowered at the farmhand, staring back with a challenging gleam, pressing the cane further against his face till he received an understanding grunt and reluctant shrug of the shoulders showing he got it. A lingering second before satisfied, the lord drew the cane from his face to rest back in his grip. Once the cane was pulled away, Kazu sat forward, rubbing at his nose.”[color=limegreen] Fine, fine, ya won’t hear such talk from me anymore, promise.[/color]” He said begrudgingly as he slid the case from his lap onto the seat beside him.* [b][color=limegreen]But ya can’t stop me thinking it, you stony cold bastard.[/color][/b]* The blonde gave a small, defiant huff of his nose. “[color=ed1c24] Good.[/color]” Leaning back in his seat, making himself comfortable once more.” [color=ed1c24]You may disapprove of all that has taken place today, but to speak it freely will only bring harm to you and your friends. Difficult as it may be to believe, I aim to protect you...even if it means from yourself and your stubbornness. A most troublesome trait you peasants seem to share, which may get you by in the country, but here? It will only lead to an early, pitiful demise, one of which I will have no part.[/color]” Kazu sat there listening and scratching at his nose, indeed finding it difficult to believe the man, but kept it to himself, not wishing to argue with him. Too much to say and poor time to do so with tensions still high and emotions sensitive, especially when he has only just improved his mood for the sake of the ball. Again, Asteroth studied him with subdued curiosity, expecting another biting remark or sarcastic comment; when none came, the gentleman shifted and turned partially to reach for a stack of newspapers set beside him, the papers rustled softly in his hand.” [color=ed1c24] Seeing that some of your spunk has returned, perhaps now serves to show you this. It might do to give further reasons for you to participate in this event, an unpleasant rumor better learned in private than overhearing whispers from unknown strangers.[/color]” Extending his hand, holding it up for his ward to take. Kazu’s brows raised with a quizzical, queer look as he glanced at the papers offered him.” [color=limegreen]Unpleas- What are ya talking about?[/color]” He stared suspiciously at the baron, whisking the papers from his hand with a quick swipe, where he scanned through their contents with a nervous scrutiny.”[color=limegreen] I don’t know what you’re on about, it's mostly stuff about this morning and the usual fluf-[/color]” Trailing off upon finding a portion mentioning Charlotte. [color=red]Many witnesses all agree they saw Lady Charlotte Vikena almost throw herself off the balcony at the first ball of the season. Luckily, Count Damien was there to stop her.[/color] His eyes widened reading the snippet, and he felt a weight drop in his stomach as he suddenly jumped up in shocked disbelief, shouting,”[color=limegreen] What?![/color]” A harsh thump followed by a pained yelp rang out as he bumped his head against the carriage ceiling, leaving his eyes watering and his head swimming. Dropping back onto his seat with a pained grunt, the papers sat crumpled against his left knee while his right rubbed the freshly stinging bump.” [color=limegreen] Gah damn it! that smarts! And what the hell is this?! This can’t be true, can it?! No way Char would attempt such a thing..Would she?[/color]” He frowned with uncertainty, wanting to believe this to be like Asteroth said, a mere rumor, but it was hard to be sure; did Olive know of this? Trying to think if she’d bother to read the paper and considering her lack of reaction to the execution, he had to guess she hadn’t. He couldn’t help but gulp, disturbed at the prospect, and the only way to be sure was to ask Char about it and posthaste before a possible misunderstanding spread, and like wildfire it might. Gods, if Olive heard of it unprepared or without her friends around, she could take it poorly; this only compounded the horrid news he would have to break to the woman, but she was in a sensitive state as of late and worried that hearing it randomly might cause unintended trouble. His foot began tapping impatiently as he leaned forward with anxious energy, crumpling the newspaper between his hands with an antsy bob of his knees.”[color=limegreen] Damn it, and here I went and wasted too much time…come on, we got to get this rickety old thing mo-[/color]” As he prepared to ask Asteroth to command the driver speed up, did he catch notice of a flower shop in the corner of his eye and without warning had jumped to his feet.” [color=limegreen]]Oi! Stop the carriage![/color]” The frantic blonde shouted in haste. Despite the order not given by the lord baron, the sudden loud shout spooked the driver to abruptly pull the rolling vehicle to a stop, with an annoyed nicker from the horses who were stamping their hooves with agitated huffs. A frustrated huff rushed from the disheveled Asteroth, nearly knocked from his seat.”[color=ed1c24] What in the bloody blaze are you doing?![/color]” The Baron growled, pushing and shuffling his way back onto his seat with a displeased scowl.”[color=ed1c24] Have you lost your mind? Prattling about making haste, then next you bounce about demanding we stop? There had better be a good explanation for your erratic behavior, or so help me..[/color]” The man fumed at the blonde, wielding his cane in a threatening manner, clearly not having any of this nonsense. Kazu cringed with guilt as he started stepping backwards towards the door, waving his hands in apologetic prayer.” [color=limegreen]Sorry, sorry, I know I’ve delayed us enough, and believe me, I want to get there post haste! But..but uh there’s something I need to get, the last piece I sorely need, without it my suit won’t be complete.[/color]” Turning partway towards the door and kicked it open while continuing his pleading.” [color=limegreen] I’ll be super quick. Just gotta grab one thing, in and out, then we can race off to the castle with no more delays, promise![/color]” Kazu then rushed out of the carriage before the baron could respond, hearing muffled curses behind him as he all but sprinted into the shop with a determined, frantic haste, nearly knocking some potted plants over upon entering, and just barely grabbed them before they could topple over. A surprised gasp came from behind the counter where the woman, who looked to be in her early 40’s, possibly late 30, was running the shop, had been tending and preening some daffodils when the strange blonde-haired man burst in with a loud clang of the doorbell. A startled hand rested on her chest in fright, afraid she had nearly broken pots. Relief softened her worried expression, seeing the young man prevent his own tumbling at the last second.” What on earth?” Was all she managed to get out. Kazu gave a sheepish laugh as he fixed the pots back in place.”[color=limegreen] Er, sorry about that, miss. I’m uh, kind of in a rush, so I don’t want to take up too much of your time.[/color]” He stood up quickly, adjusting the overshirt while walking in awkward haste towards the counter, where he stopped with a cough into his fist.” [color=limegreen] I just need to make a quick order, then I’ll be out of your hair…by the way, your flowers all look stunningly gorgeous. Oh! Mind if I have one of those flower cards and a pencil as well? Got a note I need to make out.[/color]” Nodding his head in unintended overzealous fashion as he stood there, flashing his most charming smile, his fingers gently drummed against the counter. [hr] The herald’s voice rang out with a simple orchestra that briefly broke through the chatter.” Lord Baron Asteroth Hugonin!” The man strode in with a casual practice pace, the soft thunk of a cane with every other step, as it came to a halt just before the steps. Asteroth stood with a dignified pose, his chin partly lifted as he scanned the star-dazzled hall with a raise of his right hand, giving a quick, practiced wave done countless times. Wearing a simple buttoned dress suit with minor elegant blue trimmings. His dark black dress shoes shifted subtly as he peered back over his shoulder with a faint, irritated huff. Maintaining his stern expression had increasingly proved difficult; quite irate beneath the surface, as he could only hope that the blonde oaf wouldn’t tarry too long at the carriage, the fool only now getting change. A mercy their carriage was one of the last few remaining, gods forbid anyone saw such an undignified sight. A wary sigh left his lips as he made a steady, semi-quick pace down the steps, where he stepped forward into the twinkling ballroom, pausing before King Edin and giving a respectful bow with his left arm placed across his chest.” [color=ed1c24] It is an honor to be here, my king. A most wondrous theme befitting the celebrations, in your grace …and my condolences.[/color]” Asteroth offered the sentiment to the king with a small forced smile; the words tasted unpleasant on his lips, but little else but to bear the indignity of a tragedy so quickly dismissed. Standing upright with a slight nod, he’d quietly strode his way from the center, turning his gaze, seeking till he caught sight of Calbert with a look of silent consternation, taking in the man’s bulkier state. Just as Asteroth had first stepped through the heavy set doors, back at the carriage, the aforementioned blonde had poked his head through the carriage door window. An impish grin plastered his face as his head turned to and fro until he spotted two burly guards standing and keeping guard off to the left of the stairs. Shoving the door open, he hopped out and coyly strolled over to the guards, making sure to stop short upon seeing them peer at him with cool eyes, a slight tension of suspicion in their postures. A flicking raise of his hands up in front of his chest to both show he meant no trouble nor had anything in his gloved hands.” [color=limegreen]Pardon me, good sirs, and please know I don’t intend to waste your time long.[/color]” Nodding his head while shooting his right hand into his pocket, the act caused the two to stand alert, expecting some form of weapon or contraband. In a blink, a white card with a big sunflower design would appear held between the forefinger and middle finger of his right hand.” [color=limegreen]I’ve come bearing a card for our dear king, oh, I get this must be strange and certainly suspicious, but I assure you, this is merely a token to, hrm..bring him a small sunny smile on this most grimly dour day. Ah, tell him it's from his favorite amusing puppet. Simply say that, and I’m sure there should be no problem.[/color]” He held the card out to them, flashing them the biggest goofiest grin. The next minute was spent by him holding that smile, fighting back nervous sweats as the two guards scrutinized him, some hushed mutterings were shared between them without taking their eyes off the odd blonde, his manner of attire only adding to their suspicions. However, the mention of an amusing puppet appeared to register in the talks. After nearly another painful minute of intense hazing stares, the left guard held his hand out palm skyward, waiting expectantly. A relieved chuckle exhaled from Kazu as he moved forward with a cautious step and delicately placed the card on the man’s hand with a gracious bow of the head.” [color=limegreen]My thanks, my good man. You won’t regret this, I assure you. And may I say you guards are doing an absolutely splendid job, keep up the good work.[/color]” Stepping back with a nervous laugh and double thumbs up, a gulp as the guard holding the letter stepped forward without a word, his blank face giving nothing but a harsh stare. A soft, acknowledging grunt before the man made for one of the side entrances that the servants and guards used. Watching the man go, Kazu let his tense shoulders sag with relief as he turned his attention to the remaining guard and gave a friendly side salute.” [color=limegreen]Don’t let me keep you any longer, you have a good evening, sir.[/color]” Departing with a bouncing bob of his body, whistling in a happy, carefree manner Making his way back towards the open door of the carriage, receiving a warning glare from the driver, who didn’t much care, having his door shoved open, he offered an apologetic wave. His arms dropped at his sides in a deflated manner, exhaling the stress from his body.” [color=limegreen]Whew, those guards know how to grill ya with just looks, thought they were gonna tackle me for a second there.[/color]” A sputtering huff of his nose as he scratched at his head.” [color=limegreen]Right then, best get dressed![/color]” Springing his body back up with fists pumped in front of his face and let loose a hard whoo.” [color=limegreen]It’s just about showtime, and if I got put up with all this noble pretense shit, then I’ll do it to my own beat, their snobbish judging be damned![/color]” He exclaimed with a determined pump of his fist. Next thing he was jumping into the carriage; seconds later found it to be slightly rocking as muffled curses and grumblings flew. The farmhand quickly discovered the carriage cabin proving to be an ill and uncomfortable place for putting on these fancy folks' suits; too many clothes articles, but he endured for this suit he made special with fun in mind. [hr] Waiting by the entrance, the herald watched as the doors swung open, where a caped figure walked through, but on closer inspection, he saw the person almost skipping his way along, a black-gloved hand lifting to grip the hem of their hat which sat strangely partly crooked atop his blonde locks and gleam came off the odd shades adorned with golden yellow trimmings sat at at its base, yet it was the vibrant bouquet of sunflowers bouncing nestled to its side that momentarily caught the herald’s attention. A curious shake of the head, the herald turned after glimpsing their face, preparing to announce.” Ka-” Before they could carry on, he had noticed Kazumin coming to a stop, while from behind a servant had rushed past, hustling to the herald’s side, who leaned close, whispering something that left the man confuddled and confused as the two glanced over auspiciously at the blonde who stood where he had halted with a dumbstruck look of awe. The cowlicked blonde intended to bounce unabated to the stairs, but upon taking sight of the hall had found himself at a loss. Where he expected the typical brightly lit ballroom, instead saw stars..countless beautiful stars, a starry spectacle that felt magical to behold. It was as if he had drifted off into a dream, pulled to a forestry landscape where the night sky shone brilliantly; a breathtaking painting that dazzled with colorful allure. In this moment, it was as if the world had melted around him, stripping the painful memories that weighed in his body like lead until he felt light as a cloud. Gone were the nightmares, forgotten, slowly drifting forward, allowing himself to be whisked within the dream. Quietly passing the arguing herald and servant, his gaze transfixed by the dazzling stars pulling him into their lustrous shine, reminded of his nights staring up at them, envisioning seeing them dance like thousands of fireflies, a blinding sun dancing amidst them in the figure of a female, her every step graceful as a delicate princess, yet moved with a fiery flurry tempo so fast it would burn your feet in attempting to follow. A passionate dance that crackled with a heat of danger, a flamed hand extended towards him in beckoning longing. A blinding smile that watered the eyes, a musical giggle like the sweetest songbird pulled at him with a mesmerizing hum, an impossibly beautiful dream he could not resist, one he never could forget, but ever always was out of his reach. Walking along the misty path, reaching the waiting hand, he came to a pause, ready to reach out, but in a burst, she was gone, vanished into the night sky like a shooting star. For a moment, he merely stared in stunned sadness, an ache burned in his chest as his head lowered, the rim of his hat obscured his face; standing short of the steps, left there with the stars beneath their eternal sparkling dance. There, he closed his eyes, and around him the world dropped away; the chatters and laughters, the chink of glasses and cutlery all faded away into a tranquil silence. To the side, the herald had let out a frustrated huff of defeat and shooed the servant away, then stepped forward with a reluctant cough of his throat, hardly pleased with what he was about to say, and in a bellowing singing tune.” Mr Kazoo…the. Skip Meister!” His voice rang out with a slight hesitation, his face red with shame. [center][hider=Mr. Kazoo, the skip meister][img] https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/960358978708209714/1497777712474095716/image.png?ex=69f164b2&is=69f01332&hm=7a039860d619f369ccaba0f3342e8e5cb651ccec5d1643d4d2010d248379b2a4&=&format=webp&quality=lossless&width=666&height=1332 [/img] (image credited by princess/na) [/hider][/center] As the name was called, Kazu showed no sign of moving, his head still turned downward even as the music swelled, for he heard none of it. The pounding in his chest filled his ears with a musical beat. [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=psuRGfAaju4&list=RDpsuRGfAaju4&index=1] A song in his heart [/url] A bob of his head, the bounce of his knees, shoulders shifting side to side in a slow, building crescendo, his body dancing to its own beat, began to slightly slide in place, swinging his arms in a carefree, energetic rhythm. More and more, his body swayed, bobbed, bounced when his left hand suddenly rose to gently grab the rim of his hat. a joyful lift of the head, a gleeful smile that had spread. A thousand fireflies dancing in his vision, a flurry of tapping of his feet with silly precision. A hop with a bop A skip with a dip A slide with a glide Down the stairs, he danced with a joyful abandon A turn and a spin on his landin All the world around him was a blur, on he danced, lost in the starry grandeur A thousand blurry faces spurred his giddy pace, his burning legs moving without disgrace A hop with a bop A skip with a dip A slide with a glide Music was his guide The beat of his heart kept up his stride Across the world’s stage, his feet skipped Into the morning, where he reached the dream’s end Before the king, he spun into a bend Lifted his hat as if to greet a friend Down his head went with a graceful bow With a grand smile, he greets with a playful ciao Opening his eyes, and in a rush, the world returned around him. The cowlicked blonde found himself in a deep bow before the king, his breathing heavy with heated pants, sweat slicked his brows, and his feet burned beneath him; his hat was hoisted gently in his raised left hand. Sliding his right arm across his chest in a twirling flare, he finished his bow with a tilt of the hat, sunflowers bouncing delightedly atop it. “ [color=limegreen]Your majesty and eminence, King Edin, by your grace…may the light of the sun bless this kingdom and the stars illuminate us from this day’s darkness. A grave loss has been felt this day. A prayer for Queen Alibeth, may she find peace in these trying times and solace for the grieving royal family.[/color]” The words were spoken to King Edin, uncaring if it might earn him some ire, offering kind words to a condemned criminal. Yet, the words were not meant for him; never could he muster to wish Edin peace for his dark deed. He hoped his words carried to the sweet princess, her tear-filled face etched with sheer grief, burned through him into his hand, fingers squeezing the hat’s fabric with a trembling grip, channeling the fury and sadness before it could consume him with bile upon laying eyes on the King’s wicked face. With a spring in his step, he bound back upright, adorning the hat back on his head, giving the top of it a patting tap of his hand. And with a quick, brief light bow of his head, sporting a wide, toothy grin, albeit with a forced twitch of the corner. Then, spinning on his heels, he strolled off, shaking off a cold shiver as he left the king behind. From there, he turned his gaze, scouring the crowds until he spotted a glimpse of familiar strawberry hair lost amidst the surrounding, fancifully dressed nobles. Though he could only make out the back of her head, the flutter of his heart and a tug of his legs were signs enough to make his way off in the direction, the smile turning warm and true at the thought of seeing Olive. A meeting he would find more difficult than intended, as the way was currently blocked, much to his annoyance. With a disgruntled groan, he attempted to find a gap or path he could push his way through with no luck. As he did so, coming upon a giant figure whom he failed to get a look at initially due to trying to keep his friend in sight until he inevitably relented and thought to just try the straightforward method, and gave the giant gentleman a tap on the arm, the shoulder a tad out of reach. In doing so, he would take notice of the bear-sized blacksmith with wide eyes. ”[color=limegreen] Roman!?[/color]” He exclaimed in abject surprise, throwing his arms up in happy fashion.” [color=limegreen]Er..I mean, ahem. What a delightful surprise it is to run into you.[/color]” He laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head; not the run-in he was expecting, but figured this was a good chance as any to make amends with the man after leaving things on a poor note. Hardly one to pass up such an opportunity, and thought it fine to delay for a few minutes, a good chance to try seeking out Char as well while he tried to make a new friend. Or make that two. As he then took notice of the woman he had been chatting with beside him, her crimson hair stood a stark contrast against those sharp, crystal blue eyes, the pale pink skin that left her face with a soft, warm glow as if touched by a gentle snowy breeze. He gave a sheepish cough into his fist, realizing his rudeness.” [color=limegreen]Oh! My apologies there, this big fellow seemed to have obscured you in my blind spot. I do hope I didn’t interrupt anything.[/color]” And before either could say anything, Kazu plucked two small sunflowers, offering one to each of them.” [color=limegreen] Here. A Token of apology for my rude interruption.[/color]” He finished with a greeting lift of his hat and a bright smile. [/color] [/hider]