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In 🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕 → 4 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Kazumin Nagasa




Time: Evening
Location: Castle Dining Room
Interactions: @potter Lady Olivia/Percy, @jj doe Fritz,
Mentions: @princess Charlotte/Anastasia , @Tae Thea, @Apex Sunburn Sjan-dehk @Funnyguy Lorenzo, @Lava Alckon Drake



The banquet was already becoming a festive night with Duke Lorenzo's merry laughter soon ringing out after they had settled themselves, seemingly pleased. And the hope his complimentary praise aided in the man’s uplifting mood, something sorely needed after the mockery and looks the esteemed man tended to attract. He was troubled, sure, but in Caesonia, who wasn’t? Possibly imbibing of drugs if that poem hinted at anything,, and couldn’t help but wonder if Charlotte knew.

An unpleasant thought, he brushed away as he didn’t want to waste this night festering on dark thoughts, not when he had his best friend struggling with her grievances.

Turning his gaze back to his rough gravy drawing, and let out a low airy chuckle, amused at the way he thought of fireflies and shook his head realizing how fog fucky all the booze had left his head in.*Fireflies, duh dingus! Should have thought of this ages ago…perfect for the group and..*

The thought trailed off as Olivia leaned closer a bit with an excited air and turned to see-

Her smile was as radiant as her dress. ”Oh Sir Kazumin, that is a wonderful idea!” She clasped her hands together and eagerly drew forward. ”I love it.”

A smile radiant as a phoenix, as pride beamed on his wide grinning flushed face, chest fluttering delightedly to see that bit of fiery joy she hardly got to show with most too scared or intimidated by the woman’s wild nature, but only to the bullies and jealous idiots.

As their eyes met, sharing a lingering moment, a memory drifted in on a single blinking glow, then another, then multiple until the banquet hall faded away, the countless chatting, flashily dressed nobles, another flitting ball of light as two pairs of children's hands giddily grabbed and snatched the elusive glowing treasures.



Then Olivia’s face melted back into view, but only for a moment as she pulled away hastily, and he thought he glimpsed a tear in passing. And with it, the memory of young Percy vanished in a fluttering rush of dimming stars fading away back into the nightly past, ending on a solemn hooting.

A light shaking of the recollecting haze to see Olivia burying herself in eating in a far too aggressive manner for his liking. His beaming smile faltered with a concerned brow furrowing as he started to reach a hand out to give a comforting hug, but caught himself as the sounds of dishes clinking and folks chattering about reminded him of where they were.

His hand, already mid-extended, quickly altered its path to grab the cup of water instead, with a somewhat awkward lifting to his lips where he idly sipped.* Dang it..just when I got her smiling too.* Tilting his head only slightly, using the corner of his vision to peek at Calbert, with the way dark stare Olivia had just given the dangerous duke, and didn’t want to give the man more suspicions.* Ugh…this is all cause of that bastard. Like hell I’ll let him and his crap ruin this night…after all the bullshit we’ve been through lately….not tonight. We are gonna have fun time, damn it!* His off-hand lightly thumping against the table in stubborn determination.

As his attention turned back to Olivia, his expression softened with a sigh, hating seeing the usual brave and unstoppable Persephone hiding her face and sorrows in the food and unable to comfort her when she had been there to help him just this morning.

“You’re not alone, Kaz. Not now, not ever. I’ve got you—and when we’re done? They’ll wish they never even saw us." She kissed his forehead gently. “Now breathe, badass. We’ve got a storm to unleash.”

The morning’s ordeal had become a blur by the end, the emotional turmoil and guilt nearly overwhelmed him beneath their crushing nightmarish weight, but her words, her warm embrace, the comforting beat of her heart held him together, though the kiss to the forehead threw Kazu for a loop; had he not been in such distress over what transpired with Sasha, might have been in shocked distress instead. The only mercy that his blushed face had been hidden…* Urgh..damn it that was unfair of you, Percy! A punch on the shoulder or a noogie, hell, a fist bump…come on….a kiss on the forehead?! That was overkill!* He tried to grumble his annoyance, but even now could still feel the kiss on his forehead, a faint, gentle heat burning with a protective love in its own right. A better gift than some simple trinket or jewelry, that brought a blushed smile back to his face.

Here she sat with him, though gone with the ashes, but reborn, she came back into his life. Before, an innocent firefly whose flame held no heat, only admiring glow; now a risen phoenix whose dangerous flames could burn unruly if left unchecked, he could sense, and just as she brought back his smile, he would do the same for her.

Then, as he observed the lady looking all stressed and downcast, recalling how the night of firefly catching happened after finding a young, downcast Percy sitting alone at a rickety old picnic table (only one still standing), angrily nibbling at a small piece of stale bread.

Unable to help but chuckle a bit, recalling the squirrely face she had at the time.* Like then and now, she eats without care of being ladylike.* Nodding his head with re,spect; grateful to see some of her old appetite returning, but the mood was all wrong, just as it had been then.

Leaning forward onto his folded arms against the table where he leaned towards Olivia till their shoulders nearly touched.” Hey now, what’s got this pretty firefly all mopey?” A mock pondering rub of the chin as if in deep thought while studying her face, cheeks puffed up from the food.” Hm, you have all this splendorous food and yet… ah!” A playful snap of the fingers.” Let me guess, you’ve become lost…tsk tsk.” A shake of the head with a dismissing wag of the finger.” Worry not, for it is summer and I’ve heard tales that if one with a sad heart ventures into the woods and whispers what ails them openly, the fireflies may gather.” A fluttering wave of his hands mimicked bugs fluttering about.

“ Seeing as how you like the idea of fireflies, Lady Olivia, perhaps sharing a night of catching fireflies may give reason to uplift that hangry mood?” Shifting into a similar cheeky leaning pose, curious to see if she might recognize it.

And a few seconds later did it dawned on him that he had suggested Olivia, his eyes widening as the realization of said suggestion could be misconstrued as a possible courting to those around.* Fuck! It keeps slipping my head, quick! Need to fix..gods the misunderstandings..* This time actually scratching his chin in a near-panicked pondering.

“Well, if you walked away with your head attached and appetite intact, I’d chalk that up as a victory.” He tried to picture how that conversation must have unfolded. When an opening presented itself, Ryn asked. “What did His Majesty want with you?”

At that moment, Fritz had leaned in, whispering about his meeting with the king.* Ah, right..still got to talk about that with them too…* Grimacing at the thought before taking a look at Fritz as if registering he was there for the first time again, and it came to him as he spun partway with a raised finger.
“ A firefly group picnic!” He blurted out in a hasty response before giving an awkward throat-clearing cough.” Er, for a meeting place, that is, for the group…to uh..hang out and discuss things…might be better than some boring old stuffy room and bitty finger sandwiches, yeah?” A flimsy thumbs up given on a nervous laugh.* Whew..think that should cover it, yeah? Ugh..sorry Percy….guess this can be a bit of revenge.* A momentary smirk amid shame.

“If no one is strongly opposed to it, I think we can make it official.” Which reminded him… His gaze drifted, searching. “Speaking of, did something happen to Lady Charlotte? She seemed upset.”

Fritz’s unexpected words of acceptance of the symbol idea and group name pulled him from his musing, prompting him to lean towards the curious gentleman.” Psst, good on the save there, Fritzy and uh..thanks for the concerns.” Whispering his appreciation without elaborating on the first part, as he continued on.” And don’t worry, I intend on telling ya everything. Rather, only have to do it once, so mind if we save it till then?” Glancing at Olivia, knowing she wouldn’t take his talk with the king well and didn’t want to spoil the mood with such talks after just offering a way to get things jovial again.

“ And you said Char is upset, yeah?” A worried raised brow as he turned attention back to the table across where he last saw her to find that the table held an increasing tension that seemed centered around the lady Duchess, who, from the smug, disgusted expression, appeared to be saying some slanderous things, though the chatters made picking any of it out.

By the body language, Lady Thea looked to be the one challenging back and seemed to be holding up well.* Looks like things soured over there, kick that ladys butt..I think? And got to say, that hairclip looks great on her, too.* A mental note to compliment the gift in person, then another to make a list of gifts as there had been several birthdays he missed, Drake’s another that came to mind seeing the man approach Thea and Leo, looking distinguishedly handsome in his simple and traditional tuxedo that gave a pleasant regal among this sea of eye blinding dazzling outfits.(as if he were one to talk)

Tapping a finger against the table, where he felt the faint crinkling of his drawing, and from it, came an idea for gifts. Satisfied with the thought for now and set it aside as his mind returned to Charlotte, who he found to be sitting a bit off from Thea now.

Keeping what Fritz said in mind as he observed her,, or what he could as another had approached, seeming to have noticed her distressed state, Sjahn..something had been his name, having only caught parts of it, and recalled how the guy got a tad overzealous and trigger happy with a gun back on the beach.* Oh wait..isn’t that the guy involved with that gal who fell recently?* Watching the guy a moment longer before shifting his attention back to Charlotte.

She seemed fine at first glance, but as he focused would notice her tense posture and shifting fidgeting of the eyes could simply be nervousness..yet the times he had interacted with Char hinted she wasn’t so weak to be a nervous wreck and no chance she took drugs, having his gut tell him something was wrong. Having experienced some episodes of his own he dreads what she could be going through.

Watching Charlotte struggle with whatever was troubling her caused the small ache in his ankle to throb as his mind drifted to this morning; how he had been upset, and when the desperate knock came, she had taken him in without hesitation-



Sighing regretfully, picturing Char’s sweet face filled with such genuine worry, wanting only to help, and after all she had done for him...for Percy, both of them. And he couldn’t trust himself to open up at the time, but seeing her so distressed and scared reaffirmed his promise to her.*They helped me when I thought I had none…only right I do the same.* A confirming nod to himself, determined to make this a fun night for his friends.

Taking a moment more to think before lifting his right hand to clap Fritz on the shoulder.” Aye, there she is, Fritzy! Though it looks like something’s bothering her, like ya said.” A friendly squeeze while leaning a bit closer.” Think a gentle approach might be needed, which I think might be a better fit for you. That Sjahn guy’s chatting with her, so wait a bit to see if he can help some, then when ya can, try to let her know we’re here..maybe mention something about the fireflies, might perk up her mood?” He finished with an assuring pat on the shoulders.

In Neo Genesis: Chronicles of Eberron → 6 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay




Race: Silver-Wolf Shifter
Class: Arcane Mystic
Location: Bar
Interactions: @princess Phia, @Funnyguy Wendel (Miris)
Mentions: @Oso Bastion, Gears Talis, @Tae Meiyu, @Potter Arya
Equipment:

Attire:
Gold Balance:17
Injuries:


Menzai intended to gather his scattered thoughts and collect his stressed nerves after the somewhat embarrassing display of caring affection. Phia’s warm response and lack of complaining helped alleviate some of his concerns, done out of brotherly habit as the quiet wolf sought ways he could be useful to the dark-elf in the small ways he knew how.

Only for the messy half-elf to stand up with dramatic haste as if suddenly spurned by a great urge. He could do little else but sit and listen incredulously as the pen held between his fingers in a firm grip tensed upon seeing Phia's overenthused manner of requesting to visit the bathroom like she was embarking on a grand quest.

Worried about how Madam gears might take the whole marble offering; sweet as it was, the approach…cutely amusing as it was, could prove weird or off-putting to those less unsavory or unkind folk like the dragonborn and other possible dangers lurking anywhere among the ship.

And though momentarily paused, seemingly out of shock rather than anything, the femanoid warforged accepted the offered marble with a kind reverence, the way she placed it in a separate drawer, a secret he guessed and stopped his curious gaze following.

“I have been wondering where the chamber of relief is hidden. I’m going to follow them and discover their secrets. I will return promptly.”

Menzai turned his attention to the half-elf whispering, his blank face nonplused at the talk of secrets and bathrooms. A simple visit to the loo seemed harmless enough and surely wouldn’t turn into some dangerous fiasco? Something was warning his gut that letting her go was a bad idea; perhaps it was the snaketress and the small woman who had departed in a strange haste of their own, the unpleasant chair screek signaling so.

She placed a hand on his arm. “Please watch over the goddess in my absence.”

The touch of her hand upon his shoulder caused his uncertain doubts crumble away while the way she asked her request in that sweetly hummingbird voice melted his stubborn urge to follow and keep an eye; a place he couldn’t follow without appearing a creep without clear signs of danger and the like.” Of course, may your venture to the chambers bear many secrets.” A nod of his head, then a tilting glance towards Arya, currently chatting with Bastion.” And at your behest, I shall do my best to keep her safe until your return. However, if the need arises, merely call for me and I shall come to your side.” Whispered for her, the wolf, much like most else, of the tribe, could hardly refuse Phia, her mere adorably innocent presence proved too intense.

Watching Phia depart with a playful trot that initially put him at ease until he noticed how she was aggressively charging after before vanishing from view.* ….I’m going to regret this aren’t I?” A slow, heavy sigh through his nose as he shifted and turned to keep the bathroom within his peripheral vision and left ear turned towards its direction, keeping an ear out for danger, but the distance and countless bustling chatterings made it all but impossible to pick out to his dismay.

Had it not been for that snaketress making her way to the same bathroom seemingly and the fidgety woman, both left him with an unease, particularly so with Phia’s antics, certain to frighten the stressed female.

And now found himself stressed with fretting worries of his own kind as he turned back to the counter.

“Well now, listen to you, Mr. Sophisticated. Tea with a sweet tooth. Comin’ right up.”

His ears perked up with a small shivering fluff at the unexpected compliment.* She thinks I’m sophisticated?* His clawed fingers drummed against the page of his journal in a bout of disbelief as a fluttery happiness bubbled in his chest even as his face showed no change save for the slightest hint of pink to his pale cheeks. He could not help but be pleased that someone appreciated his efforts to not appear like some filthy animalistic shifter. (with no offense to Phia's most recent antics)

Whereas Phia always shone bright and impossibly alluring, who always drew the attention, gifts, and compliments, Menzai lived as her shadow, going unseen and unnoticed unless needed. A wolf long since turned cold, a ghost with the sole purpose of keeping her safe.

Above all else, assuring Phia’s safety and happiness came before all else, even at the stake of his own life.* Never forget, never again. My precious twin moons..I won’t forget the promises.* His right hand shifted to feel the string of his charm bracelet digging slightly into the wrists, its sting to remind him of the weight he carried as several teeth jostled against the tender flesh; small fangs of varying sizes, each given from a family member.

Idly brushing the two smallest resting near the center, one a semi-sharp shifter cub, the other a half-elf between his thumb and index finger. His touch was lovingly soft, a comfort as much as a reminder for whenever he started to feel overwhelmed with concerns or his past traumas threatening to engulf him.

Such as this whole incident on the airship up to this point, which had left him in a conflicted and stressed mood. As he was unsure how to take the praise, small and simple as it was, to him, who seldom received them felt like a high praise, having strived to appear trustworthy and friendly instead of a..monster.

His brows furrowed sullenly at the thought as his gaze kept sneaking peeks towards the bathroom, the sense of unease refusing to leave him be, like a wicked specter clinging its icy grip upon his shoulders that kept him on edge.

Were that he had his tea and could see Madam Gears working away; quite busy already as is with several tasks. Seeing her work with such vigor to ensure all customer satisfaction with wonderful service, and a dazzling blue smile to come with it.

Menzai could hardly ask her to speed things up when doing her best. A testament to her continuing popularity.

Feeling his anxiety starting to build once more, though, and decided to focus his attention on his journal to pass the time. This was his comfort, his sanctuary where he was able to be himself, paying little heed to the conversations around him, never been much good at them.

He took another bite of his food but didn't wait to finish chewing to add, “Gret a grood hound,” he said with a few small nods. “Isn’t that right, Shifter?”

The wolf had been barely paying attention until the dwarf made mention of getting a hound in a manner that caused a low rumbling growl to slip from his throat before he knew.” Sir dwarf, know that I am no mere hound; this shifter is a proud wolf, thank you ” An effort to maintain his calm demeanor having partially turned towards Wendel with a sharp warning huff, his tone held a strained, anxious irritation.” One that holds no foolish thoughts of superiority. All animals carry their own worth just as we do. To be a bird…means to be free of all the worldly strifes.” Turning his gaze over to Bastion, stroking the scarf draped around their neck, the fabric flapped with great care, unabated and free.

“ To have the sky as your domain? What better gift could one ask for?” The wolf muttered aloud more to himself, letting his gaze wander upward to watch the burning ring blaze with unending glory, a bright, childlike, wondrous joy twinkled beneath the glowing expanse, and its unending splendors all around.

Relishing in his admiration a moment longer, then with a shake of his head, regretful for allowing his composure to slip undeservedly so towards Wendel, or at the degree he did so; a sign he should keep his tongue til he could get everything in order and his second tea.

And a part of him had a feeling he was going to need plenty more by the end of this day.
In Neo Genesis: Chronicles of Eberron → 10 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay





Race: Silver-Wolf Shifter
Class: Arcane Mystic
Location: Bar
Interactions: @princess Phia, @Potter Arya
Mentions: @papaoso Bastion, Gears Talis, @Tae Meiyu, @Apex Sunburn Scratch/Vallena, @Funnyguy Wendel (Miris)
Equipment:

Attire:
Gold Balance:17
Injuries:


The stoic wolf stood waiting for the jungle elf to follow; pride held in his eyes even as she mocked the hateful lizard, his cowardice through bravado and cruel words lost out to this seemingly weak elven girl, but here showed her Oruna gumption.

"He must have caught a whiff of his future defeat." She nodded to herself as if affirming a great truth of the universe, then spun on her heel, clearly under the assumption that her very presence had sent the lizard boy packing.

She would see the blue-eyed wolf studying her curiously with a raised brow and slight creases of amusement.” Indeed, a defeat assured the moment he witnessed your magic staff's might. Its healing glow is too deadly for those with such wicked tongues.” His nose crinkled briefly still able to smell his rancor stench.
He felt relieved for her intervention even if she nearly caused a fight to break out, but in the end, the pair settled the situation with little issue. His appreciation was given with a gentle squeeze to her shoulder that earned a soft pat in return, and the kind adoring smile did much to melt the predatory hunger and stressful excitement still coursing through him.

Seeing that the mention of meat had gotten Phia mind off the unpleasant encounter and gave an acknowledging nod as he started to make his way back toward the bar when-

"...But if a goddess is insulted and we do not seek forgiveness—then what if the stars stop glowing? What if the moon crumbles to ash? What if the other Gods—or even this one—strike vengeance upon this ship!"

Halting in his step by the unexpected string of questions that left the snow wolf paused with a low airy sigh.* She thinks Lady Arya is an actual goddess?* Unsure whether to explain or not. He then glanced over at Arya, the dark-blue-skinned tiefling speckled with twinkling stars and hair that spilled like strings of moonlight silver like streaking shooting stars.* Hm, a night sky beauty that is undeniable. Her timidness and attempts to hide do seem to show she could hold some potential importance…one in great need of help at that….* Menzai pondered this quietly to himself while getting himself settled back to his seat, the tea having sat long enough.

His mind though too frayed and distracted from the recent near-heated exchange to persuade Phia otherwise, a pointless effort for he knew quite well that once she got into one of her prayers convincing her to stop proved better to let her do as she wished, he could only hope she wouldn’t overdo it as he gingerly sipped his tea savoring its soothing flavor.

. “Great Goddess of the night sky,” she began, very seriously, though her eyes kept trailing off toward the nearby plate of meat, “...on... behalf of the lizard-man who has rocks in his brain... and... a sour smell in his clothes, I humbly ask for your forgiveness.”

She placed a shiny pebble at Arya’s feet as if it were the highest offering. “He does not understand divinity when he sees it. His tongue was clearly cursed. Please do not smite us all.”

Menzai was staring incredulously at the elf, the cup held frozen in mid-sip.* Sweet Phia..please…have some modicum of awareness.* The snow-wolf mentally palmed with an eye-closing wincing groan while a part of him wanted to chuckle at the overzealous offered prayer; hardly the first she had acted in such zany ways that it had him suspect a part of her doing so was to make him laugh.

However what had the wolf fretting more was how awkward and embarrassing this all could be, especially for Arya, who had been trying to hide herself. And here his charge was unknowingly drawing attention with this whole prayer offering to appease a goddess.

The shame only worsened upon witnessing Phia grab and chomp at her meat like a starved goblin as if they were back at the village. A cringed frown at the bits of grease and meat dripping onto the counter and moved to wipe it up, a dab in a nearby glass of water to better seep up the mess.” Now, sweet Phia. you’re making a mess of yourself and of Madam Gear's counter.” A small shake of the head as he nudged the plate closer to the edge where she could hover it.” Try to be more mindful of your manners, when in public or with strangers.” He thought to remind her in slight reprimanding with no anger in his tone, merely amused annoyance.

Now her laughter bubbled out of her clearly. Arya covered her face bashfully and glanced at the wolf. ”I… Hello, sorry. She made me laugh. I promise I am not laughing at her! Sorry!”

A bubbly laugh tickled his fluffy ears like popping bubbles that turned his attention to the tiefling now bashfully hiding her face with a continuous stream of bubbly laughter. Where he feared the lady put off or agitated by Phia’s antics; instead laughed gleefully with a light pink hue that gave a rosy glow to those twinkling starry eyes.

His ears flicked both relieved and delighted to hear her taking it well.” Laughter is never something to apologize for, as long as it is not done with mockery. And this ravenous elf goblin enjoys laughing, so no need to fret.” Nodding intending to assure her.” If anything, let me apologize for…sweet Phia’s antics, she means well..Goddess Arya was it?” He asked with a teasing raised brow, amusingly piqued at the potential good friend for Phia, one that wasn’t an animal or smelly wolf shifter idiots like Salan and the monkey-brained Kozu..their influence evident with the elf’s reckless eating habits and the like.* If you can get this wild goblin elf to eat with manners, then you may be a goddess after all.* Loathes as he tries. An opportunity to learn of the tiefling culture and the stars if her twinkling tattoos were anything to go by.

A light tap of a clawed finger against the counter in a thinking fashion as he studied the pair beside him. Phia, haphazardly eating away like a starved child, cute and innocent in her wildness; a timid tiefling slowly warming up with life once more to try requesting an order albeit needing multiple attempts that showed a deep hurt had set in leading to such distrust, but through some weird twist of fate met Phia and already showed signs of a bond needed for their own reasons.

Then his gaze lifted up to Stella, the female eagle stern in her perched watch, seemingly annoyed or exasperated. A trusty protector and an overprotective one which this guardian wolf funnily shared. A cumbersome trait he knew he needed to work on but-

Noticed Phia’s face quickly becoming a mess and with a teeth-gritted groan and then a relented sigh as he picked up a napkin dabbing at her chin.” Be sure to dab the chin at times. Don’t want to stain the lovely plant dress you and Mama Anna made together?” Menzai thought to remind the messy-eating elf in hopes of being a bit more modest.

He stopped after a few dabs recalling she wasn’t a child, fearing he might be humiliating her more than anything, and finished with a quick nod with the brief demonstration enough to keep it in mind.

Shifting back into his seat with a small guilty headshake feeling stupid letting his doting side out or play into Phia’s antics so easily. An irritated pinching of the bridge of his nose.* This airship has proven far more fascinating than the rumors thought possible. Need to settle down..this is unbecoming of a disciplined loreguard.*

”That’s a lovely scarf, Mr. WarForged. Are you all right?”

Intending to resume sipping his tea when Arya’s words caught his ears, only catching a snippet of scarved warforged; enough to distract from the bout of guilt to roam his gaze over to Bastion. A hint of concern seeing the warforge sit almost statue-like, a solemn sadness could almost be sensed in the sun-white metal where magic thrummed as its unending life source.

What curious thoughts might be going through that mechanical mind (or biological perhaps?) with that small woman who had been soaked from overzealous drinking having departed? A sign of wanting to help though seemed to lack understanding of the customs of biologicals and a desire to learn. For a moment Menzai allowed himself to take in the awe of his impeccable design and nary a scratch or dent; a testament to warforge immense durability and though he lacked Madam Gear's graceful elegance, he made up for it with gentle controlled might, still astounded at the way such automatons could move better than most awkward walking flesh folks.

Seeing that Arya had already addressed it, chose to leave it to her and let his eyes wander over the bar, where he would spot the snaketress departing; curious gaze following briefly to see her seemingly make for the bathroom, peculiarly she moved less like a casual goer and more like a quiet stalker, the way she hardly made a sound, each footstep moved with skillful silence, even her large sleeves went without must rustle. He studied the woman a moment longer with wary sharp eyes though again felt no real malice that should warrant alertness; a dangerous beauty with a sultry kiss deadly as her bite from the looks of it; recalling the glinting fangs. An assassin was his guess though surprising about the sultry snake was the mercy she afforded the pickpocket with a hard lesson, harsh but fair….and quite lucky.

More so than the boy thought since assassins and those of thieving guilds aren’t known for such kindness as a simple broken wrist. One to keep a cautious ear out for, the traces of various poisonous scents proved more worrisome as equally as it was interesting.

Leaving the snake-tress to her business with a mental note to catch their name having heard it muttered but had been too distracted to make much out while tending to Phia. His eyes then rested on the dwarf who had been writing in his journal, now conversing with Arya; again he could smell the strange thin vestiges swirling around him.* Even when this close? A truly peculiar phenomenon.* It was strange and almost frustrating being unable to get a proper hold as Wendel’s was simply too dominant but the various colors at least made it feasible to count around 7-10 of them.

Being surrounded by countless other individuals and happenings made them all but invisible, awashed in the crashing sea.

The sound of rumbling bellies pulled him from his studying focus having him realize he might have been staring at him or the journal and quickly slid his eyes away to find dark-elf having finished his chat with Madam Gears with what sounded like a check-up. And it seemed he was left in indignant annoyance, the giggling girl showing that familiar mischief grin of a troublemaker. He shook his head sharing in his mutual pain, with Phia besides him evident. A good physician and father, strict as he seemed.

Then he turned back in his seat when a mixed rumbling of hunger and unsettled battled with different urges once more. A slow calming inhale as he peered into the half-drunk cup of tea feeling he had let his mind wander too much and now had too many things to note down.

Taking a page from Wendel and took out his small journal, letting it slip down the right sleeve where it would come to a soft thump against the counter, its light sea-blue cover sporting a crudely cute drawing of a fluffy wolf being hugged by a chibi jungle elf with little wonky misshapen hearts scribbled around it.

His clawed fingers gently brushed the precious drawing and felt his upset nerves melt away. Picking up and drinking the rest of the tea with a satisfied sigh then a soft clink of it placed back down followed by two firm taps of the counter before raising said finger.” Pardon, Madam Gears. Another of your deletable mule tea..” A testing gulp feeling a small strain in his throat gave a quick clearing cough.” With two dollops of honey perhaps to soothe this sore throat..at your next convenience.”

An appreciative nod after asking then gingerly slipped the pencil out from the ring binding and opened his journal to quietly scribble away his latest findings and encounters. An almost giddy flick of the ears as he delved in eagerly at his notes.
In 🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕 → 16 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Kazumin Nagasa




Time: Evening
Location: Castle Dining Room
Interactions: @potter Lady Olivia/Percy, @jj doe Fritz, @funnyguy Lorenzo, @helo Leo
Mentions: @princess Charlotte/Anastasia/Edin , @Rodiak Zarai, @Tae Thea, Torvi, kalliope, @Apex Sunburn Sjan-dehk, Asteroth,


Kazumin had his sights only on the decadent feast before him, his stomach rumbling angrily with a hunger that could rival a hibernating bear. Even as gloved hands moved without haste or wasted effort—a good quick rolling slathering of corn cob held in the left hand. A playful wiggling grab of the gravy bowl off the cart gave a heaped pouring over the buttery rich mashed potatoes then with a gentle tap of the bowl had seemingly reached for a fork; instead took hold of a knife and a sharp precise cut of chicken drum stick. With a merry hum, Kazu dipped the drumstick in the mashed potatoes swimming in gravy and took a meaty chomp as he dipped the corn cob following and alternated between hands.

* Aww fuck..*sniff* so damn good. After all crap this past couple of days, I want to forget my problems tonight and just fucking eat till my stomach bursts with my pals. * Sniffled the candy-suit-dressed blonde who felt like he was a kid let loose in a grand candy shop; a mountainous feast the ball paled in comparison.

His hands flew at dishes one after the other where they were quickly scarfed or swallowed down, mindful not to eat too messily as he made sure to take brief pauses to do rapid small cleaning dabs from the napkin bib tucked at the collar of his shirt not wishing to stain the suit of his dreams and now living out the dream of partaking in this kingly feast normally of impossible reach for the two imposter noble pretenders.

As he was reaching for the next drumstick the sounds of approaching footsteps and a voice speaking up nearby turned his attention to see Duke Lorenzo.

Naturally, his eyes shifted to Kazumin next. “That suit… I don't care what anyone thinks or says… That gets my stamp of approval.”

Kazu had a momentary wide panicked look in his eyes but then swung into action, putting Lady Agatha’s training instilled through countless cruel repetitions. In one quick continuously flowing motion, the blonde dabbed his mouth clean, took a moderate sip of water with two swishes then a gulp. A flap of a fresh napkin was used to rapidly wipe the gloved fingers clean then a playful toss letting the used napkin waft down onto a used plate as the now cleaned left hand lightly gripped the hem of his colorful hat.
“ Ah, you’re far too kind, especially coming from you Lord Duke!” Exclaimed delightedly with a fond greeting raised and a respectful bow of the head. A scrunching flex of the right hand intending to offer a handshake but caught himself as one of Lorenzo’s caliber who didn’t initiate and thought against it. Opting to settle for a bright grin; brimming at receiving compliments from Charlotte’s step-father, whom he so far had demonstrated somewhat poorly up until this point to the man he respected.” By the way, your poem…*pats his chest* hit me deep in the heart and made me weep. And now it weeps with joy, my thanks. ” Another light bow, appreciative wanting to show he meant every word.

Then he turned his attention to Charlotte’s absent seat.” A shame we seemed to have missed Lady Charlotte..” Lifting his gaze to peer ahead glimpsed the next table over to spot Char chatting with Lady Thea, gorgeous in that sun-orange dress. It was difficult to not notice the more risque ways the ladies were dressed but then he caught sight of the hair clip.

* Hm, a gift, maybe?” A pondering scratch of his chin, something he could use as an excuse to talk with Char when possible as there was a lot he needed to discuss, but that would have to wait. Noticing Leo nearby looking snappy in that vibrant emerald green suit, the embroidered gold design a nice touch. Seeing the look of disgust on the man’s face and waved back all friendly and mouthed.” Cool suit.” Thumbed up to the ever-looking sourpuss.

Olivia smiled and looked at him. ”Why yes, this is a grand feast. So nicely created by our esteemed ruler,”

Her statement caught his attention as he could sense the sarcasm underlying her words prompting him to seek out the king who just got done with his squealing prideful boasting of his piggy glee at the night’s gathering and festivities while digging into that neverending pile of ham and dishes.*Might as well all be pigslop to the man..but damn can he put it away.* A shaking whistle out of disgusted awe.” Gotta to admit though, he has the appetite of a god befitting this grand feast. Let’s just hope it's only food.” An unsettling cringe briefly recalling the meeting…wondering why the man smelled of milk or why it left his stomach feeling ill.

Shaking his head wanting to rid himself of the unpleasant image before he lost his appetite and let his gaze wander for a bit to take in other folks he should try and visit. Like Princess Anastasia who he found near the king and queen, in her corner surrounded by a seemingly fun group and chuckle.* Looks like she’s already getting the real party started over there, got to check how she’s doing soon.* A quick drum of his fingers, eyebrows crinkling with concern, the lingering sadness of her song still a faint hum in his ears.

Dismissing the thought with a sigh while pulling his attention from the king’s table to the table across again, scanning for familiar faces when he spotted Zarai.* Hey hey! Zarai, heard she’s had it rough being in a wheelchair and people giving her looks…* A slight frown as he observed her chat with who seemed to be that fierce woman with that Wolf he still hoped to pet. After a bit it seemed they were getting their flirt on at that.* Good to see Zarai in good spirits. If I find the bastard that roughed her up like that I’ll cane their legs till they share her pain.* A mental promise made with an angry punch of his leg causing a jolting pain from his knee doing so.* Gah! Bad aim..oww….Gotta try to chat with her too…might get to befriend the badass hunter chick and that wolf too.” Already excited at the inkling thoughts causing some mischief with the wolf.* Hm…does the big wolf play fetch?* A question to ask if possible.

”Thank you, sir Kazumin. You look lovely as well,” She blushed at the sunflowers and laughed gently.

His head snapped back over, grinning widely.” You think so? I admit I worried, it might be a tad too..much, but I wanted this suit to be special..to be me.” A cheeky raised brow at the blush.” And thank you as well, Lady Olivia. I thought to get sunflowers on the ride back, but a certain grumpy baron prattling about time this and stop throwing suits that.” An annoyed wave handing while peeking over his shoulder behind him to see Lord Asteroth struggling to maintain his composure, but glimpsing Kazu’s shameless eating antics left the displeased man exasperated.

An eye-rolling shoulder shrug as he shifted to lean forward against the table, turning back to Olivia, his eyes drifting back to the Amulet draping her neck.

”Oh no, it was Charlotte’s. She was kind enough to let me borrow it. How sweet is she?”

A curious tilt of the head followed by a guilty pang taking notice of how stressed and tensed she was, his near slips certainly not happening and this wasn’t the first.” Really? Well dang, Char continues being the sweetest lady around. Should find a way to repay her and the Damiens for their kindness.” Lightly tapping his right index finger trying to think up an idea.

However, he would see Olivia’s tense state getting worse as the crowd continued to build from still-arriving guests. Eyebrows furrowing with worry when he glimpsed the amulet again then thought back to the hairclips and the idea hit him, one that could double as a gift and match for the group.* Char, you brilliant butterfly you! Got just the thing to make this detective group official, still need a name too.*

He knew this probably wasn’t the time to be wasting on such things, but with how tense and difficult things had been, and hated seeing Percy unable to enjoy herself when surrounded by such succulent plentiful food and understood why better than most.

For as wonderful as this feast was with the freedom to eat their fill, the memory of the less fortunate and poor was out there left fending for themselves. Sensing his own mood beginning to sour from dwelling on things he couldn’t change or do anything about, much like his panicking friend beside him.

After some pondering, Kazu grabbed a fresh napkin and then rummaged through his clothes.” Shit..does anyone have a pen? Ah-..screw it never mind.” A dismissive push of both hands not wanting to bother fussing about that and dipped his finger in the gravy bowl. Without explaining or another word, he took a good look at the amulet’s design then hummed as he scribbled and scrawled a gravy-drawn amulet, roughly done and shaky lines, the butterfly almost looking like a bowtie.* Not my best work, but can’t go taking a gravy print of Charlotte’s jewelry.* A studying hm as he used another napkin to wipe the gravy from his hand and turned intending to share his little handiwork.

”All this food, and people are staring back home,” Her voice was hardly audible above the noise. ”It’s insane.” Olivia shook her head and continued eating and took more food, though guilt filled her inside.

His smile faltered, uncertain how to respond without worsening the mood, his own constantly juggled as well, but tonight sought for them to have at least one fun night and whispered in turn. ” Insane..with selfish blind greed obscuring it.” Pausing as he took in the countless sinful extravagance and noble folks shamelessly relishing in this sloven den of kingly showboating.” As much as I’d love to see you blast King Piggy while I carted up the food, we wouldn’t get a step before..” Shaking the unsettling image away with a gulp not wishing to continue them.” Best to get our mind off things we can’t help. You’ve been doing a lot of running…tonight try to enjoy yourself…ok?” Said with a soft comforting smile wishing he could do more.

Then, her voice rose to a reasonable level. ”How are you doing tonight, Sir Kazumin?”

A huff of relief escaped his lips at a change of topic.” I’m doing quite dashingly. Got my fanciful candy suit, got all the food to eat, and a dazzling sunflower for company. I hope this evening can be plenty enjoyable for you as well, Lady Olivia!” A clasping clap of the hands rubbed together, the bright grin returning to his face.” Course, the only thing that’d make this better is sharing this feast with the gang. Like Char and-”

Just then another familiar face approached, addressing Duke Lorenzo and then Olivia.* Speak of the sneaky birdy now. Scary timing, but I ain’t gonna complain.*

For Mr. Kazumin, a forthright handshake completed the circuit of greetings. “Master Nagasa. How are your injuries?” Leaning in closer, he lowered his voice to add, .“Did the audience with His Highness prove fruitful?”

Taking hold of his hand with a firm, strong grip giving an appreciative nod followed by another slightly more bone-creaking grip upon Fritz leaning closer to share a word just for between them.” Why thank you, Sir Fritz. I will admit they still sting a tad..” A knowing smirk as his face tingled, the blow almost fresh still, and longed to *thank* his friend for the kindness. Then he asked about the meeting with King Edin having him chuckle with a nervous shrug.” Well..considering I’m sitting here with my head still attached and eating this apple.” Grabbing and munching a bite of apple both to be more poignant and to help settle his nerves.” Guess you could say it's been very fruitful. Basketful worth I’d say-”

At that moment the sound of a heavy thump of something or someone falling disrupted the flow of things. The muttering crowd made it hard to miss the duo that seemed to have fallen somehow.” Oof…ouch. That’s an unfortunate spill. Think they’re alright?” Craning his neck to try to get a better look but the crowd blocked the view too much so put it from his mind for now.

Releasing his grip on Fritz's hand and leaned back against the table where he felt the crinkle of his napkin drawing.” Ooh! That’s right. Since I got ya here Fritz, and you too Lady Olivia. Here..” A whistling unfolding and smoothing to better present it to them.” How’s this for the group’s symbol? A firebutterfly..ah! Can call ourselves the fireflies!” Glancing over at Percy who inspired the fire and Charlotte the butterfly made it perfect in his eyes.

“ What ya guys think? The fireflies seeking to burn the truth out?” Giggling giddily with plans to gather up some pieces of wood for later, eager to put his whittling skills to use.
In Neo Genesis: Chronicles of Eberron → 18 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay




Race: Silver-Wolf Shifter
Class: Arcane Mystic
Location: Bar
Interactions: @princess Phia, Korrak
Mentions: @papaosoBastion, Talis, @Tae Meiyu, Gears, @Apex Sunburn Scratch/Vallena, @Funnyguy Wendel (Miris)
Equipment:

Attire:
Gold Balance:16
Injuries:


"Thank you," she whispered softly, clutching the marble protectively. "It's beautiful."
Then the girl scampered off to return the marble to the girl he had pointed out.

The wolf remained knelt with a solemn calmness as he gave a soft acknowledging nod of his head. A slight smile twitched his lips watching the young child scamper off towards the bar.

"You think your pathetic snarling frightens me?" he spat, voice dripping with venom. "Keep your self-righteous preaching. You’re nothing but a stray animal who forgot his place."

The dragonborn venomous words dripping with unashamed and undeserved superiority drew Menzai to casually glide his way to stand upright where he merely glowered back up at him with fiercely rippling dark eyes burning with restrained crimson disdain.

A slight tensing fluff of white ears, nostrils flaring at the lizard’s foul breath befouling the air with biting insults flung shamelessly by that rotten tongue diseased in cruel temper and close-minded bigotry. Every poisoned word spat like wicked fire fueling the wolf’s predatory urge to bite the rancid muscle straight from his maw and then force him to eat his hateful tongue.

Then the racist drake had unjustly directed their detestable attitude towards the dwarf, Wendel for merely making some minor slight comment. The trembling in his body refused to stop as his rankling rage in a constant flux of holding his bestial hunger to silence this hateful beast.

He stepped forward slightly, looming threateningly, anger sparking dangerously in his eyes. "Perhaps you’d like to share the Tiefling’s humiliation, tiny filth."

The soft crunch of a single footstep pulled Menzai to glare back at the Dragonborn with a snarling intensity, his body pulsing with a growing need to sink his fangs into his throat till it crunched wickedly with a satisfying gurgling snap.

* Kill….rip…tear!* A snarling rasped in his head as blood crept from the corners of his eyes.* Make him scream! Rip his putrid tongue out!* A Twitching compulsion of hidden claws held down as if by invisible restraints that clacked from the pounding in his chest thrashing to let loose a predatory fury normally kept at bay, but the constant flurry of new sights and scents was proving more challenging than the snow wolf could prepare for.

No longer catching what the babbling lizard said for they would only serve to anger him more. The knowledge of this dragonborn being a father and where they currently well helped Menzai wrestle back the dark desires yet with every exhale of the man’s repugnant odor that nearly left his sensitive nose missing the cheese gnome.

"Everyone!" she declared firmly, raising her chin with purpose. ”I have decided something important. It is unacceptable that someone dares disrespect a goddess of the night sky in our presence! Such rudeness must be corrected swiftly, or surely, fate will grow cross with us all."

Phia’s sudden unexpected voice broke through then as she declared such disrespect towards the night sky goddess not be tolerated.

Like a crashing wave of comforting light, the bloody urge was drowned allowing the snow wolf to regain his composure. Closing his eyes to block out the overwhelming stimulations where he took a few slow steadying breaths.

His ears flicked to the elven maiden gentle marching footsteps that caused his soothing body to tense once, now replaced with worry upon sensing the growling jungle elf before she approached, giving the Dragonborn her own way of stern talking too.

"You," she growled fiercely, eyes blazing, "have insulted a goddess who walks among us. Do you understand what that means? Disrespect to her is disrespect to the very stars, the spirits, and every ancestor who came before you."
He observed with a mixture of concern and immense pride to see sweet Phia boastfully reprimand a dragon with her own personal form of Oruna fire. Seeing her act so bravely and caring for strangers did much to help get his mind back in order; a hint of shame in his eyes for coming so close to losing control, when they’ve only just set off.

A dismissing shake of the head shrugging off the thoughts and doubts.* Enough! I am not here to draw needless attention or waste my claws on any ignorant fool simply over a devil forked tongue.* Menzai gave a reaffirming inhale in reminder then exhaled the pointless rage from his still flared nostrils for Phia’s grand reprimanding had led to her practically challenging the dangerous drake.

The blossoms on her staff glowed vibrantly, reflecting her simmering anger. "Choose carefully," she warned, her eyes locked unflinchingly onto his, "For your next action decides your fate."

She had issued the challenge before he could interject, his unstable body left him momentarily hesitating in this lapse of confusion, but the glow of the staff gave him the bit of jolt needed to get his mind collected and prompted him into a readying posture, a wolf ready to pounce if a battle were to break out. Any words at this point may serve to ruin all of Phia’s efforts and stand as her silent protector behind his elven charge.

"Enough!" Korrak snarled bitterly, his voice dripping with venom. He pointed a sharp claw accusingly. "I won't waste any more breath on fools like you. But mark my words—I'll remember this insult. The day will come when you'll regret embarrassing me."

Even as the Dragonborn shouted this business finished having endured enough of the accusing stares and unexpected reckless challenge from the jungle duo and began departing, he did not relax his posture. Watching as the daughter ran over to join him, giving a glint of a blue marble had his harsh face soften with a bittersweet pity.* Carry it well, young princess. May it protect that kind curiosity from the vile serpent’s views.* A forlorn sigh, taking in the shape of Korrak’s shrinking back taking this last fleeting look to memorize as much details as possible.

* These claws are not meant for such ilk like you…but a lesson will be taught.* Eyes glowering an self-made target on their back.* You will learn to mind your tongue...* A lapsed bloody snarl of the eyes before turning away with a closing of the eyes and a settling shake of the head as that must be put aside for now.

A tired sigh left his lips while turning to Phia with a relieved heart that nothing more came of this exchange.” That was very brave, Sweet Phia. Perhaps a tad too…grandiose in approach and I must remind you that we are not here to start fights.” A pained biting tsk of his own tongue knowingly when he had been the one to rush first.” Your intervention had been most timely, however, though, for future sake, we need to be careful and cautious when it comes to declaring such challenge.” A gentle comforting squeeze to Phia’s shoulder not wanting this to appear as if reprimanding.

“ We will need to discuss what our plans going forward will be soon. But for now, there is an extra meaty dish waiting.” Turning his gaze back to the bar briefly catching Arya talking with the dwarven Wendel who now had the Snake beauty joined in a chat.” Let us return, all this…distasteful talk has left the stomach unsettled. And it seems our new tiefling friend has become more open to chatting.” An appreciative nod of thanks as he motioned towards the bar and then started back towards the bar. A brief pause as he took in the number of new individuals with Bastion having rejoined at the bar while holding a small adult female drinking water, their constitution demonstrated signs of dehydration, another sign of the warforged kindness. Then there was the male dark elf whose garb and scents told of a doctor or physician and a human child seemingly asking questions of Lady Gears.

Halting as he took in the crowded bar, his body still reeling from the intense overexcitement he had been pushed to endure just now. A pounding ache in his head took his sore chest place as he strode quietly back to his seat and settled back down.

Menzai sat gazing down at the mule tea prepared with a perfect coloring blend and the small whisps of steam indicating it had not cooled off too much. A thankful flick of the ears as he gingerly grabbed the teacup’s handle, the faint rustling of the sleeved arm; moved with a graceful, careful ease to avoid spilling.

A gentle raise to hover it just beneath his nose where he took a slow, drawled-out sniff of its strong calming aroma and with it was hit with a flush of numbing relaxation, a telling sign of the tea’s handling. A testament to Madam Gears' skilled robotic hands.

There was much he needed to do and think about, but the snow wolf only sought to get things properly in order first and quietly enjoyed sipping his tea letting its magical liquid soothe his riled heart.
In Neo Genesis: Chronicles of Eberron → 24 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay




Race: Silver-Wolf Shifter
Class: Arcane Mystic
Location: Bar
Interactions: @potter Arya @princess, Gears
Mentions: @papaosoBastion, @Tracxyx Bobi , @funnyguyWendel(Miris)
Equipment:

Attire:
Gold Balance:13
Injuries:


The snow-haori-garbed wolf sat in his seat feeling trapped within currents of scents and activities occurring all about like a swirling cocoon of near-overwhelming sensations. Every creaking step, the sounds of muttering voices crashing like an endless onslaught of thunderous light. His body faintly trembled in trepidation and bubbling curiosity overboiling within like lava in his veins.

The golden bronzed automaton beauty only added to the influx of inquiries; dark blue eyes crashed like waves spilling over the intricate metal craft, the finely shaped metal made in a feminine figure. How every robotic stiff movement shifted with a strange hypnotic grace with a clear aquamarine heart glowing with syrupy sweet life with a hint of metallic spice.

“You two from a traveling circus, orrr...?”

The peculiar question left Menzai momentarily paused, his cloudy ears perked up with intrigue; mind briefly recalling the mythical jungle and the countless various oddities and unknowns..and the dinosaurs. (claws twitched to an exciting prey missed)”

A gentle turn to glimpse Phia whispering to the coin he left as payment; a flick of the left ear briefly catching snippets of her thanking the gold metal lump as if to comfort it to know its value appreciated. Menzai could feel the intensely bright calming presence emanating in her every touch holding only kindness. The way she tensed excitedly and called his name in recognition soothed his electrically charged body and did much to soften the ache to hunt with questions.

“ Hm, a jungle circle comes to mind. And perhaps an activity to seek out when the opportunity arises, how does that sound, sweet Phia?” The wolf suggests cooly, his face maintaining its neutral expression, a slight crooked amused smile at the elven maiden cute pouty antics towards having the dreaded veggies mixed in.

“Alright then. This I can work with,” she said, sweeping it up. “One order of meats—extra vegetables for balance—and somethin’ strong for the chest, mmkay. Got just the thing steepin’. Hope you like tea that kicks like a mule. It’ll calm ya for sure…just not right away.”

A perked raise of the fluffed ears and brow at the offered suggestion, a slight crinkle at the mention of mule (muddy bland meat), and gave a soft, precise tap of a snow glinting claw careful not to tarnish the lovely mechafemoid’s counter.” That sounds most refreshing and palatable, and vegetables under the meat, an extra topping of meat if possible.” An appreciative head bow.

Intending to say more till he noticed his elven charge overzealous chugging of her hot drink elicited a small sigh while quietly swiping tissue from a nearby dispenser, where he gingerly wiped any wet residue from her burned lips.” Sweet Phia, please, must I remind you we are not with the tribe? And it seems you have forgotten that meat does not grow either.” A disappointing tsk.” Apologies miss, a glass of milk may be needed as-”

“Hello, barkeep. I am lucky- no, I am happy to say I have met two Warforged today. My name's Wendel and this fellow here is Bastion,”

The aged dwarf from before spoke up gruffly pushing for the lovely barkeep’s attention cutting him off though unbothered as his eyes had been drawn to the huge mechanical giant( bastion his dwarf companion Wendel bellowed) and was perplexed at the quiet ease Bastion placed his heavy bulk on the chair. A brief queer awe at the level of control as metal parts screeched and steam actuators hissed within; a treasure chest of enigma waiting to be delved into, much like the lovely miss tending the bar.

“…You smell like secrets,” she whispered toward the figure. “And maybe… smoky berries?”

Only then noticing that Phia had slipped away while distracted mid-cleaning to find her whispering to the cloaked figure; a glimpse of a curled horn? A tiefling horn perhaps? Finding himself drawn to the figure, this elven maiden always had a way of sniffing out secrets in her unabashed approach that always astounded the wolf, a jealous tinge quickly shaken away by shock at Phia’s ping ponging rudely inquired questions.

“Can you tell us your name? And what species you are?” Her eyes sparkled with genuine wonder. She leaned in again, whispering in awe with widened eyes: “Are you a rock girl?”

Her shameless unintentional insult to the golden miss had Menzai mentally facepalm.” Now, Phia, Surely this mechanical craft of beauty is a shiny metal treasure. Please forgive the young miss for forgetting to offer greetings first.” He interjected in haste before the barkeep may take offense.” This young elven maiden is Phia and I am her charged protector, Menzai.” A guilty small wilt of the ears hoping to amend the possible misunderstanding.

Then an ear-piercing shriek pierced the air, sending an unsettling shiver down his spine, forcing him to lower his ears before they got blown out, causing an irritated tremor to course through his body.

An uncomfortable reminding stench of cheese and a hint of putrid brimstone that could only belong to the blasted gnome he had briefly caught sight of when settling himself. A queer sight he had taken a wary note of; questioning a garden gnome's presence and how it seamlessly used some strange magic to make them go unnoticed. Irritation boiled his already anxiously excited blood made into a bang of cymbols from the brimstone reeking familiar, a sign of walking chaos this one.

A small stabling huff of his nostrils; heart pounding and body nearly shivering from the building adrenaline now mixed with feral ire at this slight towards Phia. A suppressing snarl as he turned away, wanting nothing more than to hunt and teach the ball of chaos regret much as the inexperienced pickpocketing child had learned though doubted he would stop at merely breaking a bone for such disservice.

Feeling his body heating up in a multitude of frustrating ways and sought Phia's calming jingling scent but found himself stunned in perplexed disbelief upon taking in the young tiefling miss now revealed with the cloak slipped away.

*A starry constellation?* The words were breathed on a silent breath as his ocean blue eyes reflected the glittering stars. Every star was a brilliant smile glittering in beauty, the dark pale blue of the night illuminated with kind starry blue gems for eyes that appeared to peek at an eastern sunrise and a western downward when catching the light.

For a brief moment, his body qualms were washed away by Phia's bubbly sweetness and the star-speckled tiefling tenderness and shyness, like a scared lamb bleating a cry for help. The terrified pounding of her heart resounded loudly, almost drowning the burning ire when…

”Tiefling filth!”

Snarling wolf eyes arrowed in on the Dragonborn father that dared rasp such an unjust and uncalled-for insult to a delicate nightly beauty. Predatory eyes glaring sharply in tandem with Stella, only now taken notice of the mighty female eagle; a protector of her own that put him at ease, only somewhat.

Menzai struggled and sought to hold it in, but twice now the lizard breath bastard has crudely insulted without any cause and the thieving cheese gnome had tested his bestial ire enough.” Dear sweet Phia.” A restrained casual lean, reaching to gently grasp the dazzling blue marble between the tips of his thumb and forefinger, graciously held in the tips without a scratch.”But I have need to borrow this wondrous blue treasure, but I assure..it shall return to your hand.” Holding it up to briefly admire its simple clear blue elegance.” Perhaps share some of your treasure stories with your new tiefling friend. I shall return shortly.” A thankful pat on Phia's shoulder.

Without waiting or explaining, the wolf quietly stalked off the chair, the rankle of his ears and twitching of claws.

Pausing when passing Arya and leaned in only partly not wishing to invade her space.” Please Stay with Phia and you will be safe.” Whispered softly for her ears alone, brows furrowing in concern then tilted his gaze up to the eagle her immense care for Arya felt in the warning glare aimed at the unknown wolf; shoving his boiling urge to give a light bow with a small spread of snow draped arms to show no sign of deception, his reasons honest and intent genuine.

Then with the faint rustling of falling snowy fabric, had turned to stride towards the racist lizardbrain father; every step meticulous with stalking intent; eyes zeroing in on the dragonborn as every step drew him closer the world melted around him, no longer important. The sounds of travelers and adventures bustling fading, turning dark.

Rippling deep blue eyes crackled from the jagged furious crimson glints seeming almost to stretch and claw at the edges, a snarling huff breath, tense ears focusing solely on his foul hateful breathing, and nose rankling stench. On the outside Menzai walked with a neutral gate while beneath a trashing growl wracked just beneath his chest with its fire-raked claws pounding viciously with a wicked hunger now given target.

The stalking hunter came to a casual stop a few steps before the towering dragonborn, his domineering 6’5 bulk of scalie muscle scowling down; a wolf stepping up to a wolf. Yet, Menzai stood unfazed as he stared at his scalie neck, eyes crackling with the beast beneath drooling to rip his throat out, but then the faint scared gasp of the little girl being taught such horrible things and was immensely grateful for her presence, allowing him that bit of restraint needed.

However, the racial grievances could not stand and so lifted his gaze up into the snarling scalie lizard prick’s face. Then in one momentary concentrated burst unleashed his bloodcurling malice directed with all his predatory fury into those closed-minded eyes on a silent sky letting growl released on a simple.” Sir…” Exhaled on a raspy snarl, eyes flashing blood red in a bone-chilling rush that could easily be felt by those with acute senses.” Twice now you have cruelly spat your disdain without cause towards those minding their business.” A Restrained rumble as he kept his posture calm, raging eyes burning his feral ferocity.” Before you snap or snarl in response, I should remind you where you are.” A passing motion of the deck around them shows the crowds of people.

A good number of them could be felt sharing their animosity towards the bulking father as he did so.” This is a place free for all and….there are many shadowy places. So I would be remiss to keep this in mind..next time you openly bleat that hateful fire. Might find the shadows alive next time you display such disgraceful talk.” A gentle shifting motion towards the daughter.” Most disgraceful teaching this pretty young princess such…language.” A disappointing shake of the head uncaring if the dragon approved or not, his clawed hands kept at the ready if he dared to attack.

Having said what he wished to say, the burning ire settled back down as he slowly bent down to one knee in an apologetic manner.” Forgive me, little princess, if this snow wolf scared you and your…father.” A lifting growling gaze up at him then a lowering gentle soft smile as his right hand rose presenting the glinting blue marble position hovering a short distance over her eye, a caressing turn as Menzai shifted to the side to let her see through it.” See this, a precious treasure. Like a pretty sea mirror?” Asking in a soft parental tone with a slight playful hint rarely shown.” See the pretty elven maiden at the bar? She has plenty like these and is happy to share, though she seemed to have misplaced this. Would you like to take this treasure back to her for me? And the sweet tiefling, maybe if you give her a smile she may grant you a wish?”

Gingerly placing the marble in the girl’s hand with a soft hand cupping it close.” I trust her treasure in your hands, carry this promise with an honest heart.” Whispering gently with a comforting squeeze then pulled his hand away leaving the girl to decide what was right, staying knelt waiting while glaring up at the dragonborn daring to challenge interfering in her daughter’s curiosity he so evily shut down.” Perhaps the bird-watching warforged may enjoy it as well, he is quite..cool, is he not?” An uncertain pause in the usage of cool though the word felt adequate; refusing to allow the past disdain to corrupt another innocent curious mind.
In 🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕 → 25 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Kazumin Nagasa




Time: Evening
Location: Castle Dining Room
Interactions: @potter Lady Olivia/Percy, Asteroth, Hugo
Mentions: @princess Charlotte




An irritated Asteroth strode with hasty steps, his cane clacking in rapid pace, Sir Hugo following a short step away having recently arrived and now fretting being late after an emergency visit at his personal tailor’s.

The herald voice calls out announcing their arrival.” Presenting Lord Baron Astertoh Hugonin of Hugonin Estate, his Ward Kazumin Nagasa-”

A stiff stern expression on Hugo’s face as he turned and leaned close to his lord as they strode towards the center.” My lord, are you certain allowing the cowlicked fool to prance around in..that..farce of a suit?” Murmuring his misgivings with a quick studying cold gaze of the extravagant hall.

A frustrated huff of Asteroth’s nostrils and a pinch to the bridge of his nose with the left hand, cane lightly gripped and twirled in his main hand.” Hrngh, hardly if my mood does not demonstrate so. Yet, this was an invitation by the king himself.” A squeezing rumination at the whole situation.” Why or how the king has taken fancy of him, the reasons escapes me but this is a special occasion…still, Mr. Nagasa seems to enjoy testing my patience.” A brief scowl was afforded before calming his gruff face cleaned and prepped as the pair bowed their respect to the royal family and then stepped aside to see Kazumin finally strutting in after a delay.

A merry whistling tune came along and a whirling twirl of the candy-speckled cane, its ball end smoothly round and a twirling mix color of blue and red playfully held and spun in his black-gloved hand then a skidding pause to his skipping candy patterned dress shoes then a gentle lifting tilt of his slightly faded star speckled hat with wide glittering awe of the extravagant castle halls.

“ *Whistles* Whew, so this is a banquet befitting of a king eh? The kind of feast that requires a matching suit of ‘pizazz’! “ Charging his way onward with a hippity hoppity to his step and a delighted bounce in increasing fervor taking in the sights of rare and delicious food delicacies piling the tables for as far as the eyes could see; a boundless allure that had Kazumin who his lord and bodyguard figured be fretting out of his mind was instead giving a delighted spin into a low playful bow offering his reverence of thanks.

The rustle of his bright red-blue mixed plaid suit almost mingling with the bright dazzling colors.

A low hat-pulling bow rested upon his chest, a peek at Princess Anastasia giving her a big grin, the princes a respectful bow, and the king gorging himself on piles of food left him in a mixture of awed disgust.* Damn…look at the pig king go. Can’t help but feel the hunger.. for a challenge!* A deep rumble in his belly as if agreeing with the idea.

With a twirling flip of the hat patted back on his head he jumped up with a tossed grab of the cane and whirled about till he spotted the grumpy lord and his stony guard and whistled his way over rubbing a hand over the sleeves.” Aye, look at the place?! Can hardly look around without going blind or hungry, hahah! Everyone’s really gone out this time.” Chuckling as he joined the two.” Sorry for the delay there..got a bit lost, this place is huge..hm think some tour guides might help.” Rubbing his forefinger against his lip in a pondering manner.

A slow airy huff from the glowering Asteroth.” I see your…energetic spirit has returned and I truly wish you reconsidered. This…clown suit of yours. We have already tallied enough thanks to this…rush job you thrust upon me.” A small grit of teeth of annoyance and slightly amused crook of his lips.

Save for a slight shudder from the glowering, Kazu carried on unbothered with fixing of the hat, a small mostly used candle seemingly set at the base at the front of the hat than a crease dusting of the dress shirt.” Aw, but look..its so colorful and breathes! Not unlike all those stuffy boring suits most these flashy noble folks enjoy.” Still, undeniable there were countless beautiful sights to enjoy, the food merely what drew his attention first as it wasn’t every day peasants got to see mountains of it…frustratingly so but no point dwelling on pointless things.

A tug of the wrist sleeves sporting ruby apple cufflinks and a gentle adjustment of his pudding chocolate bowtie.” I do feel bad for that tailor guy of yours, but little time and a rushed job was needed for this wondrous suit. Besides, about time I had a proper suit that actually fits and I’d say.” A momentary relishing inhale of the rich potential fun and stories waiting.” I know things have been…weird and rough..especially rough woof.” A shivering shake of the head and a guilty lapsed exhale, a lowered hiding of his head as glimpses of the tree, Sasha of Fritz and of Charlotte then…

Frowning eyes roamed over the tables and the crowds until he spotted his friend's familiar faces. A relieved smile seeing Percy as Lady Olivia looking like a pretty bright yellow sun almost standing out even among all the dazzling sights. On closer look he would notice that she looked tense and uncomfortable and as he turned to see Charlotte who wore something a bit surprisingly risque though still cutely gorgeous as ever.

“ Well I’ve wasted enough of your time, gentlemen. Time to grab some food and join my lovely friends.” With a tip of his hat then spun on his heels and strutted off towards the main table first wanting to grab something to eat.

Rubbing hands together.” Alright, let’s see, what do we go with here…” Trailing off as he looked at the single plate in his hands then at the piles and piles of scrumptious food and shook his head before walking off; a minute later strolled over whistling with an empty cart he swiped while a servant looked away and started grabbing plate after plate of whatever meats, dishes, fruits until the cart was nearly spilling over.” There we go! Should serve as an appetizer.” Glancing over at the slobbish king who showed no sign of pausing in his kingly appetite.* Today, you have met your match your gorged blob majesty.*

A challenging rumble of the stomach pushed Kazu on with a happy pushing skip to his seat giving the surrounding group a surprised thump of his cart causing a plate of mashed potatoes to spill onto the table knocking some plates and goblets over.” Mighty oops and many apologies there, everyone. Don’t mind me, just brought a mini feast for any wanting to join.”

Laughing as he grabbed a plate with a full chicken and loaf of bread and dropped it down beside Lady Olivia.” Someone’s been digging in without me, guess I better get moving. But first, may I say you all look positively dashingly debonair and blindingly gorgeous.”

A soft set of the cane and a fluttering kick of candy fabrics as Kazumin dropped down into his seat and leaned with his chin resting on his palm propped by the elbow.” Talk about a grand feast this is, eh?” A roaming wave of the hand motioning the sights then leaned towards Olivia with a greeting grin.” Well, Greetings Lady Olivia, nobody said they invited the sun..though a shame.” A curious tilt of the head as he gazed that elegant braid running down gracefully along his friend’s face.” Ah, you know what’s missing? Sunflowers in the braids, think that would do- oh..what’s this?”

Pausing in his friendly flattery as he noticed the heart shaped amulet around her neck, a queer raised brow.” Oh, that looks real pretty there, Pe- Lady Olivia. Where did ya pick this up? A gift or maybe someone fancied ya?” A gentle caressing studying touch of the unexpected trinket, hardly often seeing Percy with jewelry so it wasn’t hard to notice.” A butterfly? Ooh, a fire butterfly, think that’s pretty fitting. You look lovely.” A soft pat of the shoulder and playful wink, feeling at ease surrounded by his friends and foods as the candy dressed blonde turned to dig into his food scarfing in almost eager haste to make up for lost time.
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D'angelo Schultz



@Lunarlord34 Akemi @twave Ariel @zarkun Aylin Blackreach


D'angelo had been bouncing energetically astride his golden floating companion ecstatic to start racing the train humming away anxiously." Oh can you feel the excitement, Nimbus? A race against such a magnificent metal craft of wicked heavy velocity?!" Pumping his arms up with a delighted

* Aylin screamed in surprise and fear *


Pausing mid-pump mouth open with a confused tilt looking down at Nimbus the cloud seemingly looking back up at him with a wispy bump raise." Er..that wasn't me..was it?" Starting to turn towards the sound seemingly coming from behind when a loud windy crash soon followed after causing the pudgy round man to jump in shock nearly tumbling off.

" Gah! That sounded like it came from...? But we haven't even set off yet?! Ah, Darn it!" An annoyed snap of the finger." Looks like the race is postponed, pal. Gotta go- oh! Should warn the train operator real quick!" A halting catching raise of the finger having the gold cloud shift and propel itself with needy haste nearly bursting into the window to the engine room.

" HEY! I think we got possible intruders and attackers! I'm a..mage temporary with the group guarding Lady Aylin!" Quickly spitting his words out unsure how to refer to himself exactly but carried on while ripping another handful chunk of golden fluff and smacking it beside the closed door." Here, Take this and if any try to take the engine smack it on the door, don't want a rogue train added to this train attack! " Giving a big toothy wide thumbs against the glass panel." I'll leave ya to lock this down, I'll go help handle these race-spoiling troublemakers!" With a backing whisking harumph D'angelo flew off towards Aylin's train compartment.

Nearly a minute later he came skidding to a smacking stop against the glass, his squished flat face taking in the completely disheveled train car that had been completely fine and undamaged mere minutes ago." Ooh...we really picked the worst time to run off playing eh,..Nimby?... heheh...oooh" Muttering to the regretful choice on a pained hissing cringe.* But how was I to know they'd attack this fast..they usually wait till the train's been on the tracks a bit first at least?!*

Shaking his head as he Searched for Akemi and Ariel but took in two cloaks figures and a terrified Aylin hiding first and pressed his face further up to the glass." Oi! Aylin, lady! Quick! Hit the emergency dangling thing!" Waving his arms scrambling to get her attention and tapping vigorously against the glass pointing at the cloud puff hanging a short distance away from her, thankful he had set that up..should help with the screw-up a bit...didn't help the wincing in his frantic face.

**Having given the warning, if Aylin acted and was able to strike it would have the puffy ball blimp up enveloping her in a golden fluffed-up protective ball-like cocoon big enough to hold two adults or multiple small folks meant to protect against harm and easy kidnapping.**

" And you two! Don't know who you are, but that is not how you invite yourselves in. Damaging train property and scaring innocent train-minding folks? And my newly recent friends better be ok or so help me Nimbus will get mad!" Face puffing up with stern anger against the glass hoping his stern reprimanding warning gave them the good scare needed." Long as there's no more door blasting and spell pew pews and we can laugh about this over ice cream before they take you two away. What do ya say?" A curious raised brow in anticipation that this could be dealt with peacefully.

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