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In Avalia 1 mo ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Time: Evening
Location: Roshmi Hall
Interactions: @Tae
BGM: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EOC_oceeSEA






"Kuroi Usagi, at your service." responded the young vulpine. As he rose from his bow, he gingerly placed a hand on Elsea's waist and grabbed her hand with the other. "Do not worry, I'm not that skilled of a dancer either. I'm sure we'll both have to learn by doing!" He exclaimed, letting out a small laugh.

Although the situation was dire for Kuroi, he finally found himself enjoying himself. Perhaps it was the cheery (if not possibly political) atmosphere as well as the good food and drink being served. Getting to dance with a beauty like the one before him also contributed to his good mood. He began to move slowly with Elsea, staying mostly quiet as to concentrate on his steps and made sure he didn't step on her feet. Kuroi may have been quite dexterous but that applied to combat, not dance. Sure, he may have performed a more flowery, dance-like steps at a few points in his life to show the beauty of his martial prowess but that was different. Eventually, once he knew he wasn't going to make any mistake, he spoke up, "May I have the honor of knowing more about you, Elsea?" he asks, keeping a small smile on his face.
In Avalia 2 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Time: Evening
Location: Roshmi Hall
Interactions: @Tae
BGM: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EOC_oceeSEA






As he socialized with the patrons and drank the fine wine that he received moments prior, he eventually came face-to-face with a servant who began to give out bits of enchanted paper to each of the people in his temporary social circle. He took two random bits of paper before going back to socializing with the people at the party. Kuroi departed after a while and began to hop from circle to circle, wanting to make as many connections as possible despite his tarnished name. Some people did in fact recognize him, and some even asked him to sign any blades they may have snuck in for personal protection. It brought the young fox great pleasure to know that no one was out to get him (besides that damned governor).

The late afternoon shifted into the early evening and Kuroi soon heard the dances being called. He felt a little wiggle in one of his pockets and took out a piece of paper that had become sentient before his very eyes. Upon seeing the paper morph into a tiny butterfly, he began to follow it to his designated dance partner, curious who would bless him with his first dance of the evening. The vulpine followed his paper, weaving through the crowds of people who were also moving around to find their first dance of the night. Moments later, his eyes lied upon a beautiful fair-skinned, red-haired woman whom he quickly met with a small bow. "It seems I am to be your partner. May I have your name?" He asks, tilting his head as he asked his question, a small smile on his face.

Kuroi offered his hand out to her, his smile still intact as he stood there with perfect posture. He had his feet crossed and his chest puffed out as if to exemplify his agility and the handsome face he knew he bore.
In Avalia 2 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Time: Dawn
Location: Roshmi Slums -> Upper Roshmi District
Interactions: N/A
BGM: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YA9yls4EbFo






As the day of the ball neared, Kuroi had decided it best for Baraian to go on ahead of him. The vulpine stayed on the rooftop and meditated until dawn, not wanting to risk being caught in the light of day. The first half of his day was spent lurking in the shadows, only showing himself when he was certain he wouldn't be met with any sort of opposition. Sure, choking a guard or two out may have been necessary from time to time, but other than that, Kuroi was able to arrive at the upper-class district of the city.

Time: Afternoon


What one would consider the wealthy's territory is where Kuroi soon found himself in. Around him were well-kempt streets and buildings, children running around in colorful, high-quality gambesons, and luxurious neighborhoods where the more fortunate lived. Kuroi was now wide in the open, standing in the middle of the cobblestone-paved streets. Were it not for his rather good standing among his neighbors, he surely would have been ratted out ages ago. Nonetheless, there was no need to put too much trust into those he considered friends (or acquaintances, at the least).

Stalking throughout the alleyways, it took Kuroi another couple of hours in order to reach home. Comparably, his abode was far smaller than many of the neighbors' - the patrician-esque mansions overshadowed the smaller cottage in which the Usagi's lived in. Nonetheless, it still upheld the luxurious standards one would imagine of the upper class.

After making his way into his house through the backdoor, he was suddenly called by his mother's voice, "Kuroi? We have much to talk about..."

---


The rest of the afternoon flew by as Kuroi explained how he had unintentionally been dragged into rebels' plans, gotten into a near-lethal scrap with the city's beloved governor, and his encounter with a human a few days prior. Akane was not one to jump to conclusions nor put disbelief into her own flesh and blood. Everything that her son said to her was received with the utmost of empathy and understanding, and she soon came to realize that she would soon have to pull her own political strings once opportunities showed themselves.

"I met with the governor's self-interest with my own ears and eyes. If you were to leave now, any underhanded tactics of theirs would be-"

Akane put her hand up, stopping her son from speaking. "If I am to do my job as a mother and to Roshmi, regardless of corruption within its political workings, I will continue to teach the city to defend itself if the need ever arises. Do not worry about your mother, Kuroi, I shall take caution in my work and do my best to clear your name rightfully. Remember who taught you the skills that brought you to local fame."

The young fox's mother softened her expression and soon began to rub her son's cheek endearingly. "I shall inform your father when he returns from his journey to the elven villages. For now, you best play your part as one of Roshmi's champions," she reassured him. Akane pulled back and reached for a sealed letter on the table behind her. Placing it in Kuroi's hands, she began to speak once again, "The city and its less corrupt officials will be somewhat more understanding if you attend the ball as unexpected. No one would expect a wanted criminal to walk straight into the political maw of the nation, and that is where you will be the safest."

The young fox stayed silent for some time, staring down at the letter that had been meant for him and him alone. He had already assumed that his mother would have wanted him to go to represent their family under normal circumstances. Said circumstances had instead resulted in Kuroi being coaxed by his mother to show his innocence by sheer fearlessness. Although he wasn't fond of how dangerous such a public stunt might be, he believed it to be one of the safest options at this point in time. With a nod of his head, Akane began to speak to her son once again, gently scratching behind one of his ears, "I have already prepared your formal clothes, my son. I shall keep myself safe and do my best to make use of my own political connections. Stay safe."

His mother leaned towards Kuroi and placed a kiss on his forehead before walking away.

---


An hour passed as Kuroi prepared himself for what possibly might be the riskiest night of his life. After his bath, his hair had been styled for the event accordingly, and his original makeup had been washed off in order to properly adorn his face for the occasion. His skin was a tad lighter than what it naturally was, resulting in pale, albeit flawless skin. Only minimal contouring was requiring for the vulpine as genetics had graced him with rather dashing cheekbones and a strong jawline. The eyeliner he had applied was complimented by the gray and black eyeshadow he used, resulting in a mildly androgynous look. Once he had considered his face to be the perfect blend of masculinity and femininity, he began to dress in the clothes his mother had laid out for him.

Against his bare skin, he wore a black kimono, and over it, he wore a thin trenchcoat which had a jacket-like shawl attached to it. He had a leather girdle tied around his waist, one equally as dark as the rest of his attire. Around his neck, he wore a scarf, one half of it white, and the other half black. As one could imagine, his dress shoes, although well-made, stayed true to Kuroi's aesthetic. All that remained now were his accessories which leaned against his wall. He put on his gloves and picked up his crystal handled cane, jerking it upwards in order to catch his hat on his head.

Stepping out of his room and moving towards the door, he called out to Akane, "Mother, I'll be back sometime early in the morning. Pray that I not run into any trouble, please."

---

Time: Late Afternoon
Location: Roshmi Hall
BGM: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EOC_oceeSEA


As Kuroi could imagine, the guards who inspected his letter of invitation were, well, rather shocked. As predicted (or perhaps arranged) by his mother, the dark elves made no effort in stopping him from entering the formal ball. Entering Roshmi Hall, Kuroi had put on his fox mask as requested by the party host. As to not ruin his aesthetic, Kuroi positioned his mask off to the side of his head, allowing his face to be fully admired with little obstruction.

The unified cacophony of instruments filled his ears as he neared the festivities, and soon that cacophony turned into a beautiful composition that graced his being. Kuroi strode into the ballroom, using his cane for mild support due to the unfortunate injury he had sustained a day ago. He stopped in front of the doorway, taking a deep breath before he pushed open the doors and walked inside. The vulpine was already well aware that the governor of the city was in here somewhere. He prayed for Baraian's sake that he would not lose his temper upon seeing him and cane him to death.

'No...I must enjoy myself. I must prove myself by enjoying myself...' Kuroi thought to himself before walking into the nearest gathering of people. Now it was time to relax until called upon - it was time to enjoy socialization and a glass of the finest wine given to him by one of the many servants on the premises.

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In Avalia 5 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Time: Night
Location: Roshmi Slums
Interactions: Baraian @Dezuel
BGM: N/A






Kuroi had looked up at the rooftop that Baraian had set his eyes on before glancing down at his own leg for a few second. With a heavy sigh, he began to run towards the house to try and build up momentum. Although pain began to shoot through his leg, Kuroi made it a point to keep going, blankets in hand. The vulpine ran up the side of the building, trying to use his good leg to kick up as much as possible while making sure his injured leg had to do little to no work. Upon kicking up with his good leg, Kuroi immediately shot his good hand up to try and grab onto a windowsill that was right above him instead of risking hurting himself even more. Barely having caught himself, the vulpine began to growl and grit his teeth, using his free hand and good leg to try and help him up. No use - maybe if he wasn't already exhausted and both of his legs were in top condition, he would have been able to scale to the top with a single arm.

He slowly glanced down at Baraian who probably watched from below, staring at him blankly for a few seconds. "How can I get up here...?" he muttered to himself before looking back up at the windowsill. He blinked a few times before looking down at his good leg, shaking his head in disappointment. Carefully, he pulled himself up as much as possible while slowly sliding the blankets into the crock of his knees. Kuroi winced a little bit, feeling pain shoot up his leg once more. Although the pain would be nowhere near as bad if he had chosen to use both his legs to scale the building, it seemed that he would have to endure discomfort a while longer. With both hands now grabbing onto the ledge, he began to pull himself up onto the windowsill. Honestly, he should have just let Baraian throw the blankets up to him, but the kinder part of him to him not to make the elf work anymore than he needed to. After all, the elf's injuries were arguably worse than Kuroi, and he would certainly need help scaling the house as well.

After what was a grueling fifteen minutes of scaling a building with only his arms, Kuroi collapsed on the flat roof of the house, panting as he released the blankets from the crocks of his knees. He took a few minutes to catch his breath before he slowly knelt up and began to carefully descend the building partway, stopping at the windowsill where he carefully stood, waiting for Baraian to come up. Signaling him, Kuroi awaited for the elf to do his best in scaling the building. The vulpine waited, staring down at the elf as he waited to assist him up the outer walls of the house.
In Avalia 5 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Time: Night
Location: Roshmi Slums
Interactions: Baraian @Dezuel
BGM: Kuroi's Conviction






It was now Kuroi's turn to listen to Baraian's words, only giving nonverbal responses. Although he couldn't fully agree with everything the elf was saying, he more or less understood where he was coming from and did find some logic and truth in his notions. He let out a small sigh of defeat, begrudgingly agreeing with his statements about heroism and the sort, "I suppose so. I wouldn't go so far as to call it destiny though."

After the two had spent their time bonding, the vulpine stood up and looked around for the nearest house with a clothesline that had blankets or anything of the sorts to cover himself with. Normally, it would be quite hard to find much of anything at this time of night (seeing as people usually let their clothes and sheets to dry during the day) but Kuroi searched nonetheless. His eyes scanned the area as he walked in the general vicinity of where Baraian was, making sure to stay within his line of sight. After a half-hour of endless searching, Kuroi suddenly jumped a house's fence from which he could procure some supplies for the night. Robbery wasn't something the fox was fond of, nor something he ever thought he'd need to resort to. Thus, upon taking down a couple of bed sheets and blankets hanging on a clothesline, Kuroi took out a few Amas and left them in the house's postbox.

He scanned the area once more, making sure no one had an eye on him before he rushed back over to Baraian, showing him the sheets he had acquired.

"Let's go, Baraian." He whispered, helping the elf up onto his feet once more.
In Avalia 5 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Time: Noon > Night
Location: Roshmi Slums
Interactions: Baraian @Dezuel
BGM: Kuroi's Conviction






Summary


Kuroi had spent the remainder of the day getting as much distance between him and where he had fought the governor. Seeing as he was injured and he was bringing Baraian with him, the two had to lay low in multiple places. After the adrenaline had worn down, the pain had long started to set in Kuroi's body. The first laser that came in contact with him had only ripped through his clothes, resulting in no more than a slight burn wound that was ignorable. The second laser had come a lot closer to his body, and although it wasn't a direct hit, the mere fact that he was grazed was enough to shoot pain up his leg and into the rest of his body which greatly slowed down movement.

There wasn't much Kuroi was able to do as long as he was with Baraian. Hell, there wasn't even a fountain he could visit to alleviate the pain in his foot without being spotted. The vulpine had brought the elf through alleyways and the shadier parts of town where it was harder to be tailed. Although he had so much wished to have eliminated the governor then and there, he realized that it would have made his current situation a lot worse than it already was. Kuroi may have had political power but with how conniving the governor was, lies would have already circulated that the son of Roshmi City's military trainer had attempted to harm the governor of the city.

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Present


As soon as night fell and moonlight enveloped the city, Kuroi slowly rose from the bench he was sitting in. It was the middle of the night in one of the most dangerous parts of town but for the fox and the elf, it might have been one of the safest for them.

"...I should have never gotten involved. I've tarnished my own reputation and endangered mother..." Kuroi cursed under his breath, gritting his teeth angrily. "I don't even know you very well, and I very well had my suspicions for you as well. I never wanted to be fully dragged into this rebellious plan of yours, it cost my family's name...and almost my life..."

The vulpine sighed as he clenched his fist. Part of him wanted to slam the elf on the cobblestone path in front of him and leave him to fend for himself but that just wasn't quite him. The duelist had found himself dealing with inner turmoil. Had this truly been the correct moral choice for him? Surely his mother would agree with his current stance on politics, and perhaps even understand his actions to defend the life of another despite his political meddling. If there's one thing Kuroi did know though, he wasn't very fond of Baraian, nor would his mother be. However, it was the right choice to save a downed man from an unjust death. That was something Kuroi was sure of.

The fox closed his eyes and relaxed, using his interlaced fingers as a table for his chin to rest on as he pondered deeply. "...I am unsure what to do. I need to find a way to contact a mother and find a way to clear my name." He said before opening his eyes and looking over at the elf.

"We were spotted a few times. By city guards no less. Although disdain for the governor is not uncommon, I feel as if chance is on our side. Even the city guard isn't fond of him." Kuroi spoke.

"Regardless, our main priority is to leave the city or set up some sort of safe haven for ourselves in the slums. It's easier to commit a crime here, meaning it's easier to deal with any trouble we may come across. I reckon any corrupt law enforcement might even be a boon for us...what say you, elf? How shall we survive the night and go about clearing my name?"
In Avalia 6 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Time: Dawn > Noon
Location: Roshmi City
Interactions: Baraian @Dezuel, Terneus @Dezuel
BGM: Kuroi's Conviction






The vulpine kept his guard up after slashing through the light elf's face. Upon seeing the governor raise his own guard and shift his weight, Kuroi immediately took notice of the elf's incoming kick. He moved in the same direction of the kick, hoping to lessen the impact once he caught it. He shot his arm out and stopped moving once he was sure the kick passed the governor's center line of attack. He caught the kick with his closest arm and instinctively shot his knee up into Terneus' inner thigh. Although catching a metal-encased leg wasn't the best course of action, the constant kneeing into the governor's tender flesh would make the trade worthwhile.

Kuroi let go of the man's leg, shoving him forward as he did so before attempting to make a run for Baraian. He was very well aware of the barrage of light beams that began to fire off from the governor and did his best to act accordingly. There was no time to retrieve either of fans, so with wakizashi in hand, he quickly grabbed Baraian and dove behind a table for temporary safety.

Pain suddenly shot up Kuroi's leg. Although the beam of light hadn't hit him head on, this one was more akin to a graze as opposed to a narrow miss. He bared his teeth as he looked at the nearby window, inhaling as he readied himself to make a run for the window with Baraian. Adrenaline surged within him as Kuroi readjusted his grip around Baraian. He suddenly shot up and ran for the only exit he had as best as possible, doing his best to ignore the pain in his foot and the weight on his shoulder due to how he was carrying his ally. The vulpine charged into the window, using his shoulder to break through it and come out flying into the open. He landed roughly on the cobblestone paved path, having been forced to go limp to prevent damage to himself upon impact. Kuroi glared at the window and let out a small growl before he stood up with Baraian, doing his best to try and escape into the nearby alleyways.
In Avalia 6 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Time: Dawn > Noon
Location: Roshmi City
Interactions: Baraian @Dezuel, Terneus @Dezuel
BGM: Kuroi's Conviction






By the time the governor was halfway through his self-serving speech, Kuroi realized that the governor had no sense of logic. His own ego clouded him from keeping those things near him that could potentially protect his assets, be they fairly earned or illegitimate spoils. Based on the condescending tone that came from the governor, Kuroi already knew he would have to spring into action. Unfortunately, as much as he would have loved to, murdering the governor would have ended terribly for both him and the rest of his family. A scrap, however, is where Kuroi would definitely have some political and legal protection. The vulpine eyed the mirror in the elf's hand as he began to say his farewells. Kuroi readied both of his fans and immediately moved at an angle to avoid the light beams that missed him by a few inches.

He quickly spun around and threw his fan down at the governor's feet, hoping to startle him in order to close the distance between them. Following the basic principles of kiting, Kuroi kept moving at an angle, avoiding the potential barrage of light beams that came his way. He felt a hotness scorch his right bicep but he knew he couldn't let up now. Adrenaline surged within him as he suddenly threw his other fan down at the governor's mirror, hoping to shatter it. In quick succession, Kuroi dove towards his opponent, rolling about his shoulder in order to come up to his knees. By the time he arrived at the elf's feet, he had already drawn his wakizashi and began shooting upwards with a vertical slash of his blade. He kept the blade in contact with the elf as long as possible, not caring for the flesh or metal that met with the edge of his sword.

The vulpine slashed upwards with one hand and used the other to immediately trap the opponent's nearest hand against his body. In the end, Kuroi's main objective was to leave a mark on the governor. One that couldn't be healed easily.
In Avalia 6 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Time: Dawn > Noon
Location: Roshmi City
Interactions: Baraian @Dezuel, Terneus @Dezuel
BGM: Kuroi's Conviction






Kuroi sat there, gripping his mask with one of his hands as the other protectively went to his waist upon seeing the lovely pompous bastard come into the old shack uninvited. As he stood up, he found himself the target for a barrage of light beams coming his way, forcing him to act.

The vulpine immediately dived towards the nearest piece of furniture that would provide cover - a round table. Letting his left hand catch him from falling on his face, he used his right arm to roll on his shoulder and came up standing. He toppled the table over quickly and drew both of his metallic fans, both spread out and as sharp as ever. He pointed his left hand towards the governor and bared his fangs at him, "You dare attack one of your most important military asset? I'm sure one as self-proclaimed as you have heard of the name 'Usagi' at least once in his pompous life. You come in here with such undeserved pride and arrogance despite having the combat prowess of a mere kit!" Kuroi cursed out, spitting at Terneus' feet. "I suggest you lay down your arms and walk out of here lest I talk to dear old mother about stopping the training for your little platoon outside. After all, we wouldn't want to take away what little training your so-called 'special' troops have, now do we?" He continues, grimacing at the elf.

Kuroi stared down at his opponent, certain that within a few seconds he could meet the edge of blades up against the elf's throat. It was clear that the young duelist was absolutely appalled by the cowardly being that stood before him.

This type of behavior and egotistical aura around the elf made Kuroi snap.

Hard.

"Consider your options careful my cowardly governor. One, the son of the woman who is in charge of the entire city's military has the power to cease the training of all your troops. Two, if blood is spilled, our own political power will be used against you. Three, if my blood is, by some ungodly intervention, is spilled here, mother will take on the cowl of the most proficient assassin you have ever laid eyes on. I guarantee you that the worst option you pick here today is death. The best? Your poor ego is crushed by a man who is significantly better than you."

The vulpine let out a loud exhale before finishing his barrage of threats, "Consider wisely what you are about to do. Step away and leave the shack, or you are free to beg for my forgiveness, tool. I imagine one as 'wise' as yourself would not dare strip the city of its army."

Kuroi stared at the governor, his eyes gleaming conviction and intent to follow through with any physical and/or political option. Based on his demeanor and the sudden stance he lowered himself into, it was clear that Terneus would either face a loss of political power, a loss of his ego, or his own life; be it by Kuroi's or his own mother's hands.

"Choose, pompous wretch."
In Avalia 6 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Time: Dawn > Noon
Location: Roshmi City
Interactions: Baraian @Dezuel
BGM: N/A






As the party of the snobby governor and his lackeys were barraged by wildlife, Kuroi quietly and quickly followed after Baraian, his eyes constantly scanning his surroundings to make sure they weren't being followed nor gawked at. Upon arrival at the shack, the vulpine let out a small sigh of annoyance, sitting down cross-legged on the wooden floor, positioning himself under the window. He loosened the string that held his mask to his face and put it down on his lap, loudly exhaling with visible annoyance. It didn't take long for Baraian (and any unfortunate sod who had the audacity to spy on them) to realize the mildly androgynous aesthetic Kuroi had decided to sport if he so chose to look at the duelist now unmasked.

Kuroi's face was fairly pale but not devoid of life: it was clear that his flawless skin was a result of the foundation and powder he applied to himself every so often for the sake of presenting himself in a flawless, elegant light. His eyes were touched with a hint of black eyeshadow as well as a thin eyeliner, resulting in a slight aura of femininity. However, despite this, Kuroi primarily emanated masculinity and merely only showed a touch of femininity, proving that he could be as gentle as he could be powerful.

Placing his hands atop his mask, Kuroi looked over at the elf, tilting his head at him in response, "I am not entirely sure. I imagine the human girl is safe but the man who assaulted the governor with a pie is asking to have his head chopped off. Regardless of the outcome, I can't afford to fully affiliate myself with any of them, lest my prestige and family name be at risk."

His gaze moved towards the door as if hoping someone would come through it for better or for worse.

"Fortunately, I've never really been fond of the governor nor does he really have any business showing off his pompous self in front of me. I only need to talk to mother, verify what curriculum his so-called special 'guards' train, and easily strip them of their above-barebones training." Kuroi said, smirking at the elf. "Admittedly, this would be more for my pleasure's sake than anything. A soldier in Roshmi, no matter how well trained, will not be better trained than a martial artist who dedicates significantly more time to arts of combat. After all, a soldier is required to quickly learn the essentials of fighting before going out to protect their nation...or invade another..."
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