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The Golden Quarter


He blinked, and there he was, blue eyes squinting against the morning sun, a blue sky stretching overhead as he took in the world around him. So taking that ‘Lord Talus’s’ hand wasn’t actually necessary, huh?

A warm world. A loud world. A fresh world. He breathed, felt the snowmelt trickle down his face, and instantly slipped off his backpack. Removing his coat, Yuuki fanned it out a few times, sweat already beading down his back, before he shifted to peeling off his woolen sweater as well, tossing them both in the outer pouches of the pack. Way too hot still. His pants were actually stifling, slow-roasting his legs in the sunlight, while his scarf may as well be a noose, choking all the water out of him. Nasty. Brutal. Dressing for winter when it was…not-winter was a terrible idea, doubly so when almost all the people around him were looking at him as if he had an extra head.

A horse neighed behind him, its rider veering around Yuuki with an expression that mixed curiosity and annoyance.

Ah, they were dropped in the middle of the road. The small youth smiled apologetically at all those around him, before shimmying off to the side, getting out of traffic. Didn’t seem like that made others stop looking at him funny though. After all, there were still people looking at them oddly, closing up shop despite how early in the day it was, or just plain running away.

Great. Awesome. Nice start.

Yuuki wiped the sweat off his forehead with a sigh, fanning his face while he looked around. It looked like one of the other boys, a babyfaced brunette, seemed to be taking charge, which was good. His eyes were bright enough. He looked to be pretty reasonable and smart, with a level head. Meant that Yuuki could stand to be unreasonable himself. Awesome.

He pressed a hand against his face. Leaned against a wall. Narrowed his eyes. Furrowed his brow. Took deep breaths. A medieval world. A fantasy world. Giant lizards, animal-faced humans, and men casually bearing swords. Rustic, antiquated wares and words he could not read, even if he could understand the language perfectly. It was a mess. A hell of a mess. A mess he didn’t ask for, a mess he didn’t want, a mess he didn’t have time to deal with right now.

Time.

How did it flow from one world to another? Was it equal? Was Earth-time stopped? Faster? Slower? The ticket in his pocket crumpled, and he removed his mittens as well, shoving them in his bag.

He hated this.



Another breath.

He removed his hand.

Hitched up his heavy backpack, laden now with clothes that were unnecessary in this bright, blue world.

And, without a pause in his step, walked up to the first person that fit the description of ‘guard’ that one would find in any reasonably normal fantasy normal. “Hi there, sir,” Yuuki said with a wave and a smile, “I sorta just popped here and I have no idea how I got here and I also have no idea what this place is. Spirited away, maybe? No idea, really. So could you help me out? Like, what is this place? As you can tell, I'm a little bit out of my element here.”

Yuuki gestured to his winter clothing, the snow that still clung onto his boots, before chuckling at that.

He felt like puking his dinner up and punching a stranger in the gut.

But that'd have to wait.
@BrokenPromise

First light came too early for the five who found themselves discarded unto this foreign land, and the hard pews meant aching bodies when the clanging of the pots roused them from their slumber. Matt and Aoi woke up with aching, empty stomachs, while Ash felt rather greasy and gross after pigging out on pig meat last night. Muu and Hannah, rolling out of their respective pews, felt similarly gross, but their stomachs were still pleasantly sated, and what they lacked in sleep, they made up in food-energy.

The stained glass windows in the large church gave off a slight kaleidoscopic glow over everything, as everyone’s bleary eyes were naturally drawn towards the bright-faced nun who slammed a ladle against a blackened pot. Though angelic in countenance, her actions were anything but, and after a few more loud rings, everyone, regardless of hangovers or not, were up and ready to get their free breakfast of almost-flavorless soup.

It was when they lined up for something to fill their stomachs and quench their thirst that, amazingly enough, Hannah, Muu, Matteo, Ash, and Aoi encountered each other once more, surrounded by still-drunk hobos.

The day had begun. They may as well start with a hearty ‘good morning’.
@Burger@Denny@Buzzkill@Skyswimsky@ChangeJar



Eh? They're not going to do it after all? Even after all that build up? When they showed they were totally fine with going full Magical in broad daylight, at a school full of dark girls like Maiko and Ami? Was this actually happening? Were they seriously just here to toss some verbal shit and then run away?

Yup. They totally were. As usual, the battlesexual ones were always outnumbered by more reasonable, rational psychopaths, and once the two randos slipped off to wherever they once were, Maiko sighed, hopping back on a table. Disappointment and teasing once more. Was it really too much to ask, just to have a proper 'release'? She settled for downing the rest of her bean soup, before crushing the can in her hands, aluminum twisting into an hourglass shape. A clap of her hands, and it was flattened completely, leaving Maiko with nothing but more talk of Christmas parties and...

TOURNAMENTS.

"Hell yeah!" Maiko said, slapping best girl Touka on the back, "I'm super stoked for a good ol bout of fisticuffs between brahs! Let's put on a hell of a show and give those light girls something to lose sleep over! Woulda recommended renting out a karaoke room myself for Christmas party stuff, but hey, shifting responsibility's always nice. Ami's got a sharp point though, ya know? How 'bout something like...winner gets to choose who's hosting instead? That'll keep it nice and clean, right?"

With a flick of her wrist, she sent the aluminum disk out the door of the club room, hoping it'd richochet against the wall and into the trash can she knew was right there.

But it was a miss, clattering against the floor instead.

"Better to fight to win rather than fight to avoid losing and all~"
2v2s would add to the complexity and make sure that some matches aren't just one-sided ragestomps due to compatibility.
FYI, I'm waiting on floodtalon's post before going, mainly cause Maiko's the sorta lass that'd totally jump on board with Ami if she wants to crack some light girl heads regardless of group consensus.


Yuuki Kimura




15 | Male | 121 lbs | 5'3
None | Non-Native | Human


Description
A displaced youth from another world who hopes to find some semblance of peace and kindness after a life mired in bitterness and apathy. But there's still a part of him that yearns for the world he left behind, for a chance to tie up the knots he had left hanging, to at least make sure that the ones he cares about know that he's doing alright, even if he isn't.

Appearance Description

More cute than cool, more beta than alpha, Yuuki has a dimunitive frame that's complemented by his unimpressive height of 5'3 and large eyes that give him the impression of a small animal. His face is baby-like as well, comfortably round, while his hands are the soft hands of a boy that never worked a day of his life. A pale complexion makes him reminiscent of the children of northern plains, while the brightness and warmth of his eyes speaks volumes of the type of person he is. He instinctively dresses warmly, preferring coats to shirts, scarves to sunglasses, even if logic dictates that such clothing is worthless on a warm summer's day. Yuuki doesn't care. It's just his preference.

Personality

Some would consider Yuuki to be kind to a fault, to the extent that it's clear he's a spineless pacifist who would smile and nod even as you hurled abuse towards him. They are right. He is that type of person, a silly doofus who can laugh off jabs and who refuses to throw punches in response to provocation. Life's too short to be held down by grudges, after all, and as far as he's concerned, everything will work out as long as people took the time to listen and compromise. A bit of a romanticist, a bit of an airhead, Yuuki takes everything in stride and does his best to stay under the radar and out of trouble. After all, he'd feel bad if he'd have to tread onto others in order to get what he needed, and he'd feel just as bad if people went out of their way to trouble themselves with his own affairs. Those are his own problems, not theirs, and though he would hypocritically offer his own help to others, Yuuki's not all that interested in receiving the help of others. The pride of a rabbit, perhaps? Or maybe the stubbornness of a self-deprecating dork? Who knows.

Despite being someone who loves sappy ideas of 'true love' and 'fated meetings', he's never been in a proper relationship, nor has he ever fully garnered the interest or attention of another. When confronted with the attraction of others, there is no doubt that Yuuki will melt into a stammering mess of embarrassment and regret.

Class
Yuuki is a student of Class 1-A, one that's fairly unremarkable in every way. He gets average grades, doesn't really see how molecular division can apply to his future, and spends more time in PE messing around with vague acquaintances rather than actually doing anything. As a casual member of the light music appreciation club, Yuuki definitely couldn't name any bands he's an intense, diehard fan of, but has a basic idea of the type of sounds that are 'good' and the type of sounds that are 'bad'. In general, though, it's expected that he's fairly normal, ambivalent and unambitious.

He also never went through a chuuni phase where he imagined himself as a RPG character. Cause yeah, that's a pretty weird thing to consider, right?


Yuuki is a Peacemaker, preferring debate over combat, compromise over victory. He believes that a win win scenario is always possible, and seeks to understand both sides of an argument as clearly as possible. Between the battlefield and the meeting room, he will always prefer the latter.

And if it comes down to it? Running away is okay!

Bio
Yuuki's life was as normal as it could have been. He was born as the eldest son, treated his younger sister as well as he could have, cared for his father when his mother left, and was generally a good student in school. Other kids caused troubles. Other kids were more remarkable. Other kids got into relationships. But he stayed in the center of those great circles, managing to remain on friendly terms with all of them. Yuuki didn't want to create waves, nor did he have any delusions of grandeur that was common amongst his age group. Heroism was hard, while hedonism seemed exhausting. Given a choice, he'd always take the path of least resistance, drifting through life peacefully.

But then he met a girl he could side with, someone who he was willing to take a harder path with. A girl with a guitar, dreaming of a brighter future despite the inevitability of fate, the world that sought to take everything from her. If he was with her, he thought he could change. If he was with her, he thought he should change.

So Yuuki, the half-baked pacifist who meandered through life despite all the sacrifices it took, decided to run away with her. From the remains of his family, from the snowbound city, from the systems that governed the world, from everything and nothing, to something new.

On a clear, starry night, he said his prayers to his mother and his sister.

On a clear, starry night, he ran out in his first and last act of rebellion.

On a clear, starry night, he found himself on a bright, sunny day.

Magic

Life energy: S+

Flow: F-

Non-Existent

Abstract Magic

Return By Death

Extra
The brightest eyes cast the darkest shadows.

Sharper minds would know that even rabbits have fangs.

Even now, he remembers her crackling voice.
@changejar
In case you miss the Discord message, the question is this: do you have time during this week to collab with me and Skys?
As payment was inquired, the holy man simply raised one hand, shaking his head. Though a part of him would have liked to charge some exorbitant amount of money and take advantage of these nameless newcomers, the church wasn’t in bad enough condition to rely on such tactics yet. His fingers grazed the hexagram hanging from his neck as he recalled the kindness of the former Father of the church.

“It’s only a donation if it’s voluntary, lost lambs. Please, feel free to help yourself with some soup and rest here for the night. Though I can’t promise comfort, there’s shelter at least.”

He smiled, even if it was a bit forced.

“I’ll have to ask you to leave at first light, however, so that we may prepare for the day’s rituals. Unless any of you would like to join the covenant in lieu of a life of bloodshed and suffering?”

Well, not that an ascetic life would be so pleasurable either.

@Denny@Buzzkill@Burger


Gavriel raised an eyebrow at the extraordinarily ‘teenage’ reaction he got from the pretty blonde girl, but ultimately, the long-haired hunk shrugged. There was probably some weird childhood drama thing going on between Muu and Eye-Roller, but he was just offering them a meal and some more accurate directions, not relationship counselling. Leading the way for the two of them, he guided them past a well maintained lawn filled with rows of wooden dummies, moonlight exposing the deep cuts in them, before they passed the entrance into a large, white building.

The first to catch their eyes was the great heraldry that hung from the back wall, a magnificently detailed tapestry featuring lances, unicorns, crescent moons, and stars, following a silver-and-blue theme. Though the meaning and symbolism were mostly lost to them, the motto of the Order of Silver Light, sewn into the bottom, was clear: “Salutis Ad Lucem.”

Words that they did not understand. Words from a foreign, yet vaguely familiar language. Words…and yet, nothing came in mind.
Neither could ruminate for long anyways, as Gavriel brought them up a forked flight of stairs onto the second floor, turning right down the hallway before arriving at the purported destination. Twin doors were pulled open to unveil a kitchen area, stocked with dried meats, vegetables, fruits, jars of fermented juice, and…

“Geh.”

…a lanky, freckle-faced youth, moments away from stuffing his face with a hunk of cured ham.

Gavriel let out a sigh. “Darius…midnight snacks will only h-”

“Oh hey, I’m not the one inviting two girls over without telling the Grandmaster about it, Big G.” The younger man grinned devilishly as exasperation clouded his senior’s expression, before popping the ham in his mouth and chewing away.

The blond hunk sighed again, before waving generically in the gluttonous kid’s direction. “Ladies, Darius. Darius, ladies. Offering food to travellers is a more noble pursuit compared to your nighttime food-pillaging, so if you’d like for me to keep silent…”

“Right right,” the lad said, pointing both index fingers at Gavriel, “Do some fancy bachelor cooking to impress the ladies, yea?”

“Keep it light.”

Darius laughed. “Hey now, Gabe, if they’re knocking here this late at night for food, it’s obvious First Light’s affair wasn’t enough for ‘em. Ladies, I’m Paladin Darius, member of the Order of Silver Light and Gold-Ranked Member of the Silver Moon Army. They call me the Blue Fang of Sirius, the Bright Hammer of the Wild Hunt, the Forge-Hearted, but tonight…you can call me ‘Chef’. Now, how would you like me to entertain your tongues on this fine, moonlit evening?”

Gavriel leaned against a wall, half-amused. “Don’t mind him too much. All the girls in his party are taken, so he’s been thirsting pretty hard recently.”

"Damn, always going low blows when it's a guy, huh?

"Just for you, you bum."


@Skyswimsky@changejar
Time to dropkick her from behind, cause fuck dat noiseeeeee.
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