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Shine City II: The Next Season

It wasn't a very good post. I'm so sorry! *bows by pressing head to floor*

please accept my apology

Shine City II: The Next Season

Side Characters

Name: Kirimoto Tatsumia
Age: 19
Height: 6ft 3in
Weight: 140lb
Likes: His girlfriend, messing with people, making people angry, seeing girls cry, causing chaos
Dislikes: People who think they are better than him, uppity hero-types, vegetables, quitters, no being in control
Party Trick: Slight of hand that boarders on pickpocketing and petty theft and maybe stealing someone else's girl for the night.
Profession: He goes to his university classes, but won't tell people much of anything else he does. It probably isn't legal.
Bio/Personality: Best described as a boy with the smile of an angel and the heart of devil, Kirimoto is a sadist. It isn't fun for him unless he sees tears or blood. He and his girlfriend are always in an on again, off again relationship, which is pretty open for the most part since she likes having more gentle experiences and he loves people who can really keep up with his need to inflict pain. Kirimoto is wolfish, animalistic and can be the most mean-spirited boy for anyone to come across, but he can also be protective, loyal and knows how to treat anyone he is with like the gem they must be to be able to keep up with him.

He isn't as vibrant as his sister. In fact he's all the darkness while she is the light. And he may not like her very much, but only he is allowed to mess with her. It's usually one of the reasons he gets into fights so often, especially with the weirdos she always seems to be hanging around. Of course the other reason he gets into fights so often is because of his 'party tricks' and bad tendency to steal more than just someone's wallet.



Name: Reioji Kamutatsa aka Ouji-sama
Age: 20
Height: 6ft 5in
Weight: 147lb
Likes: innocent cute things, tea, people with manners, tears, being refined
Dislikes: Punks and low-lifes, macho men, actually most men, people not doing as they are told, losing control
Party Trick: He is not anyone's entertainer, everyone else is his entertainment
Profession: University student, musical prodigy, composer
Bio/Personality: Were you expecting Prince Charming? Oh dear, you must of passed him by ages ago to get to someone as dark and twisted as Reioji. A calm and collected person on the surface, this is a man with obsessive tendencies and even more arrogant ideals of grandure than most rich kids. Falling for him is like falling for a devil, because if you are unlucky enough to capture his attention, he'll play with you like a cat plays with a toy. Love doesn't exist. Only chemically induced obsession. So run, little red, run. This is one big bad wolf you don't want the misfortune of coming across.

Shine City II: The Next Season

Kaori Tatsumia Reioji aka Ouji-sama

Theme Song

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Her phone buzzed when she had finished her desert and coffee after a nice dinner in a cheap family restaurant.

From: Ouji-sama
To: Kaori

Yo. Dummy. Finish up and come outside.


"D-Dummy?" she sputtered in surprise. It still surprise her how the old boy could call her names while being so blunt and commanding. He was always nice to everyone else. But with her his mood was the completely opposite. Sometimes it felt like her friend just liked ordering her around for some reason. He had even forcefully put his number in her phone as 'Ouji-sama' and then threatened her that he leaked a panty shot of her to everyone in their university if she didn't leave it that way. Kaori was sure he had been joking, in his weird stoic way, but she had kept it just in case. With the rather serious acting upperclassman you could never know for sure. But he'd never text her a command unless it was important.

So quickly paying, the red head hurried out of the restaurant and down the street. Pulling the men's jacket closer around her, sheltered herself from the cold, the redhead stood outside, waiting. Looking around, finally a tall young man in dark clothes walked up behind her and tapped her on the back of the head with his cellphone.

"You follow orders well, Underclassman Kaori Tatsumia," the boy didn't smile but his eyes danced with amusement, "You shouldn't be out so late. It's dangerous for an airhead like you."

Even though he kept up pretenses with being a concerned upperclassman, his attention remained on the curious new article of clothing she had bundled herself in. Why was she wearing a man's jacket? Was it her father's? Or maybe her detestable brother's? Either way he didn't like it. Seemed as though he had been slacking. He'd have to keep a closer eye on her. Make sure there weren't any stray mutts sniffing around his prey. It wouldn't do for her to be snatched up from under his nose and have to deal with the mess of cleaning such a situation up later...

"Reioji! Don't be so mean!" she looked cute when she was angry. Good. She was paying attention then.

"Haaah?" his stoic face took on a small show of irritation, "Is that anyway to thank someone who's going out of their way to see you home safely?" He suppressed a smile when she turned red and bowed in apology to him. "Good girl," he petted her head lightly as if she were a puppy, "Now, time to go home. Come on." Ah...she was so easy to order around. As they walked, he grinned behind her back. Seemed like his training was going rather well...

......

Her walked her all the way home, it wasn't a short walk, but it wasn't long either. He waited till he saw her pass up the stairs and watched from outside as her bedroom light turned on. That detestable brother of hers was home. Otherwise he would of invited himself in for a snack. His favorite treats were always red cherry flavored...

Shine City II: The Next Season

....i'll just wait for sunday to start ^^

EDIT:

Or should I send Kaori to pick up Rhi-sensei?

and were my side character okayed?

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This is what happens when you don't apologize. You end up making things worse and unstable girls go a little nuts XD

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@Obscurus @Altered Tundra Sorry >.< But Marilee is just this type of person >.<

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Marilee E. Laikos

Location; The Café

Interacting With: Ray@obscurus, Harvey @Altered Tundra and not yet Peter @MiddleEarthRoze

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"As it turns out, a lot of my customers pay me for exactly that. You have a tendency to look stressed, and I have the means to calm you down. But don't worry about that, yesterday was on the house."

Oh that was seriously the incorrect answer and the extremely incorrect attitude. Her hair lifted up around her head, eyes blazing deep red, and she grinned. It was a strange thing to do. But since she so rarely got this angry, her Circe-like grin felt just right for the occasion. "Yes, well if you had to control something destructive," a light bulb popped, "and dangerous," the dishes started to clatter amongst themselves, "and violent," the shattered glass rested in a swirling orbit around her head, "you'd be a little tense all the time too."

Another deep male voice mocked her anger from behind herself. Her smile faded and red eyes slid over to the very punk-rock looking guy who stood on the other side of the counter. The glass that orbited around her shot towards the other man, her red eyes seeking any kind of violence towards any male at all, this deep in anger. The unfortunate thing about being a daughter of Hecate? When you got soaked in anger, for some reason it took you over and you started to see red, putting blame on anyone who looked like the one who held the starting seed for said anger. Or maybe that was just her special little gift. The hundreds of sharp shards danced about the other male dangerously, as she listened to him.

"I am not anyone's lady," she tried to level the growl that her voice had turned into. Realizing that this wasn't a friend of 'Ray' the glass returned to its orbit about her comfortably. "And you, whoever the hell you are, can stay out of this," she hissed, not quiet liking his low blows, though she would honestly admit he was a good looking guy. Unfortunately she was still seeing red, so she wasn't exactly focused on possible temptations to indulge in. Though maybe later. "A man wouldn't understand," Marilee scoffed dismissively. She turned her attention back to Ray. "So this is a teaching moment for everyone, isn't it?"

"Lesson one: don't drug a lady without her wanting your talents. Ever."

The clattering dishes all started to float up in the air, an oddly familiar scene for some reason.

"Lesson two: when you've done something bad, apologize. Don't be a d*ck. It pisses girls off even more."

The red hot itching under her hands seemed to drudged up fuzzy memories from the night before. Her eyes narrowed.

"Lesson three: always know who you're messing with," she tilted her head menacingly, "Do you really want to piss off someone who can not only kill you, but call you up from Tartarus and continue to punish you?" She glared at him without humor. "Probably not."

With a big smile she finally realized why this looked familiar. The bandage on his head brought a good piece of the puzzle back. "Ah, I see," she let out an ice cold laugh, "When the ground shook, I made sure most of the cafe's things stayed in their places. Hm. Then this should be a good reminder for the next time you want to drug some girl, cart her back to your place and let her wake up in your bed with some stupid sh*ty note acting all cheerful." Lifting a hand, she felt the magic beneath her skin rise to the surface and snake about her, making everything floating around her violently shiver and spin in anticipation.

"So you want to have a little fun?
Then let's make sure it's nice and long.
Let's keep you busy till the day is done!"

With a slam of her hand, red magic shot down into the earth the cafe sat on. Marilee could feel the hex pulse its way through the ground and shoot up through every inch of the building. The dishes all settled themselves back in their shelves, the broken lights all fixed themselves and shone oddly bright, but she crossed her arms and smiled. Standing there, looking a wild wind-blown mess, the dark haired woman smiled and stepped out to the proper side of the counter. She wasn't going to let on how drained and tired she felt from such a big hex, but it would only last till the sun went down, so she just had to make do with getting through her day tired. Easy enough. It would be worth it, to implant some manners in the barista.

"As for you," her voice returned to its normal husky and soft tenor, as she turned her now pale eyes on the punk-rocker instigator, "I do not need anyone's help serving out a bit of justice." She lifted her chin. "Whatever your beef is with this guy, there is no reason to throw such a low jab, though maybe that's just how you Demi-men roll?" her eyes looked over at the third male in the cafe, as she raised a brow. How very sad if all Demi men were dishonorable in their ways like these two were proving them to be.

"We can hate the Gods as much as we like," her soft voice sounded clear, "Lament, cry, scream, threaten... But at the end of the day there is hardly a thing we do that will bother them, now is there?" Marilee rested a hand on her hip. "We all have our grief and sorrow, but we shouldn't gouge each other wounds even deeper. It's pathetic," she turned her mirror like eyes to Ray once more, "You. Ray. My little lesson lasts until the sun goes down. You drugged me, I hexed you. Our issues are done."

Running her finger through her hair, she tried to tame the wild dark locks. "I hate getting angry," she sighed, sitting in a booth. Crossing one leg over the other, she made herself comfortable. Her little hex wasn't deadly, just another irritation for the barista to deal with. Every time he tried to clean something, it would dirty. His little machines would slow him down by malfunctioning in a sputtering sort of way. Every place he touched on the counter would feel sticky and every step he took on the floor would feel slippery. Minor inconveniences, perhaps, but to have to go through an entire day of it? He would certainly remember to ask the next time he tried to drug someone to make them relax.

It was going to be a long day in the cafe for him. Taking out her compact she got to work delicately reapply her makeup. She was actually quiet proud. With the output of magic yesterday, she seemed to be stabilized enough to preform some successful dark magic. Now if only light magic would be a bit easier.

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Marilee E. Laikos

Location; bursting into the Café

Interacting With: rather peeved with Ray@obscurus, not paying attention to Harvey @Altered Tundra or Peter @MiddleEarthRoze

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She was pissed. And that was putting it delicately. Her head was killing her and she didn't have that itchy feeling she was o used to, which meant she had used a lot of magic yesterday. Or last night. Funny enough she didn't really remember. The thing she last clearly remembered was getting her tea and taking a sip. Which meant one thing. And boy was she aching to make more than a light bulb burst right now.

It took a lot to get her angry, but doing something so reckless and foolish as to drug someone who made things levitated and burst... Someone could of gotten hurt. Someone might of gotten hurt. She couldn't even remember if she had hurt someone or not! A phone call was not the way this guy was going to get a piece of her mind. Without any make up and still in her slept in clothes from yesterday, her boots pounded into the concrete as she marched in the direction of the cafe she had her last memory in. Her eyes had a dangerous red tint to them, but with the unusual use of magic yesterday her hands were spared from the violent blood-colored glow.

Good Morning Marilee,
You are currently in my apartment. Last night you fell asleep and I didn't knew where to take you, so here you are.
I'm either gone to work at the café or still sleeping on the couch or somewhere in between. Feel free to make yourself breakfast or to come get some at the café. I'll promise not to drug you this time.
Ray.

It was mockingly cheerful. Waking up in an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar man's room at said man's unfamiliar place was not a comforting thing to go through. In fact it was down right terrifying, and if she hadn't been dressed in her own clothes and feeling fitter than ever, she'd of puked right on his bedroom floor. So her anger stemmed from the fear of the unknown. Her headache wasn't helping her mood either. And so now she was going to get answers. Face to face, the old fashion way.

"You!" her voice was a harsh but very clear whisper, a stark contrast from the dreamy honeyed voice from her drugged and relaxed state. The door to the cafe had let the witch in with a squeal and her dark hair was lifting dangerously at the end of every tendril. In her sleep wrinkled clothes and without her impressively dark make up, she still looked fearsome. Any angry and confused woman who could meet the guy who drugged her would.

"You think it's all fine and dandy to drug your customers?" her voice was as cold as ice, though her eyes burned red as she crossed the cafe, right up to the counter. Never mind that there were other people inside. Never mind that she was itching to punch this idiot right between his eyes. Never mind anything at all. She wanted a bloody explanation. Now. Flicking her fingers, the door to the counter lifted and she smoothly walked right up to the dark haired cafe worker. Her face looked so calm on the outside, the raging violence that burned in her eyes was close to that of a feral animal.

"Care to explain," her eyes narrowed, "Ray, was it?"

Shine City II: The Next Season

Ah! Me too! Me too! @MyCatGinger

Side Characters

Name: Kirimoto Tatsumia
Age: 19
Height: 6ft 3in
Weight: 140lb
Likes: His girlfriend, messing with people, making people angry, seeing girls cry, causing chaos
Dislikes: People who think they are better than him, uppity hero-types, vegetables, quitters, no being in control
Party Trick: Slight of hand that boarders on pickpocketing and petty theft and maybe stealing someone else's girl for the night.
Profession: He goes to his university classes, but won't tell people much of anything else he does. It probably isn't legal.
Bio/Personality: Best described as a boy with the smile of an angel and the heart of devil, Kirimoto is a sadist. It isn't fun for him unless he sees tears or blood. He and his girlfriend are always in an on again, off again relationship, which is pretty open for the most part since she likes having more gentle experiences and he loves people who can really keep up with his need to inflict pain. Kirimoto is wolfish, animalistic and can be the most mean-spirited boy for anyone to come across, but he can also be protective, loyal and knows how to treat anyone he is with like the gem they must be to be able to keep up with him.

He isn't as vibrant as his sister. In fact he's all the darkness while she is the light. And he may not like her very much, but only he is allowed to mess with her. It's usually one of the reasons he gets into fights so often, especially with the weirdos she always seems to be hanging around. Of course the other reason he gets into fights so often is because of his 'party tricks' and bad tendency to steal more than just someone's wallet.



Name: Reioji Kamutatsa aka Ouji-sama
Age: 20
Height: 6ft 5in
Weight: 147lb
Likes: innocent cute things, tea, people with manners, tears, being refined
Dislikes: Punks and low-lifes, macho men, actually most men, people not doing as they are told, losing control
Party Trick: He is not anyone's entertainer, everyone else is his entertainment
Profession: University student, musical prodigy, composer
Bio/Personality: Were you expecting Prince Charming? Oh dear, you must of passed him by ages ago to get to someone as dark and twisted as Reioji. A calm and collected person on the surface, this is a man with obsessive tendencies and even more arrogant ideals of grandure than most rich kids. Falling for him is like falling for a devil, because if you are unlucky enough to capture his attention, he'll play with you like a cat plays with a toy. Love doesn't exist. Only chemically induced obsession. So run, little red, run. This is one big bad wolf you don't want the misfortune of coming across.

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Rolling Hills and The Crash Sea Below

Aibhilin looked rather surprised when she saw the young Lord of Wolves exit his chambers dressed up in a fine shirt and kilt, with a plain colored plaid borrowed from a widow cook who lost her husband three years ago. She wondered if he was uncomfortable in what she supposed he might think as odd clothing. To her, their norsemen plain colored clothing was odd. And they wore 'pants', odd things like stockings that were loser yet not feminine at all. It showed off too much, if you asked her. They already had their barbarian charms and eye magics. They didn't need tight clothing too.

But oddly enough she felt even more at a loss with this particular man in her native home's clothing. It was ordinary lairdly wear, something she should be used to with her position by her father's side all the time. A Scotsman in Scotsman clothing was one thing. A Norseman in Scotsman clothing, apparently, was something else entirely.

The red haired young woman looked agape at him even further when he apologized to her. Just what in the great sea and sky was this man?! She was far used to men who hardly ever apologized in words, especially to a woman. Aibhilin no longer wondered why Norsewomen enjoyed their husbands any more. Seemed their men were far more than met the eye. Barbarians with manners and respect towards women. Hm... Maybe they weren't going to be so bad as guests after all. Interesting how they had such double sides to them. Especially this one.

"You don't have to apologize, ye ken?" she sighed, "I...suppose I am at fault as well..." She was choosing her words very carefully, looking away from him but keeping her head held high, even though she knew she had made a complete and utter disgrace of herself. With a huff and rubbed her brow. "My father has no sons," she didn't see his odd staring at her pendant, "I try to help him th' best I can, but I... Even I get scared, alrigh'? Ye say you have a little sister? I have three and if anythin' were to happen... Well, I am the eldest. I have to protect them, ye ken?"

Looking up finally, almost sheepishly, she caught his odd wide-eyed staring. But before she could ask what was wrong, he insisted that they go. Peculiar. But a relief, really. Leaving meant no more apologizing and she was just fine with that. All of that was too uncomfortable foreign territory for her. Leading the way to the Great Hall, she was relieved to see her sisters all huddled around one another, speaking and whispering among themselves. They always seemed to do that, so Aibhilin felt herself relax. Glancing back at Haakon, she motioned for him to follow her.

The Hall was already filling up, more people than usual, what with all their new guests being so interesting. It seemed as though there were already a few friendly drinking competitions and jokes being exchanged between some of the more easy going Scottsmen and Norsemen. Well, that was good, she supposed. At least that meant fewer fights to break up. Perhaps they would all be able to dine in peace for once. The curious people would realize the Norsemen were just men after all and drift back down to their cozy little homes. And in a few days the sea warriors would leave. Off to scare another coastal village clan nigh out of their socks and merely request tribute.

"Since you are the Jarl," she wondered if she had said that right, since her very Scottish tongue rolled it a bit too much, "You'll be set next to my father. Fair warning, ale is strong and he gets competitive when he gets drunk." She looked him up and down then gave him a small tilted smile. "Though it would be an interestin' test. Scott against Norseman, aye?" she gave him a small push on the shoulder and pointed to the chair next to her father, "Donna lose too badly, Jarl Haakon. We wouldna like fer ye to get too roughed up, now would we?"