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@SMS @Crimmy @chukklehed

Yuuhei Seiho

Saturday Morning – Practice Building?




Eventually, Yuuhei’s involuntary rolling came to a much welcomed stop, much to the blonde’s relief. Dizziness and exhaustion were both fighting for his attention, but he knew it would be far too hopeful to believe that Prospero’s attack had put the thing down for good. And from what he could hear from his companions, his suspicion seemed to be correct.

A small grunt came out of Yuuhei as he attempted to pick himself up, but it was quickly followed by the soft sound of his body dropping back to the floor. An annoyed grimace filled his expression, as his body obnoxiously refused to listen to him due to the pain that was lancing through his arms. But as tempting as it was to just let his face enjoy the feel of the cool floor, he was still needed.

”Get up,” he muttered, even though he knew it wasn’t going to happen any time soon. So instead, Yuuhei craned his neck and shifted his muddled sight to his shabby looking partner who had just joined him. ”Hey Prospero,” his voice was hoarse, but still had a hint of his trademark confidence, ”Blow this jack ass away.”

The president could have sworn that the red clad demon smiled at his order, the white orb practically humming with excitement. Once more, a noisy tempest was balled up between Prospero’s hands, as the demon turned toward the aforementioned jack ass. It appeared to still be all too literally picking itself back up from the last attack, but Prospero had no intention of giving it any time to recover.

The micro-tempest was launched straight at those golden eyes again, as if Prospero was making a game out of how many of them he could pop in one go.
Hey there @InsaneAce, it seems like you are looking for the 1x1 Interest Check Section, as this one is more geared towards group RPs.
@ERode Fair enough, thanks for letting me know.
@ERode Are you folks still accepting? Because the setting you've crafted has certainly caught my interest and I would love to get in on it.
@SMS @Crimmy @chukklehed

Yuuhei Seiho

Saturday Morning – Practice Building?




The crackling blaze met the creature’s oozing body, which Yuuhei found to be an oddly satisfying sight. Part of him would be rather disappointed if it turned out that deep down he was actually a pyromaniac, but for now it was probably much more important to focus on making sure that the thing in front of him burned to a crisp. And so far, that plan seemed to be going quite smoothly.

"Stop! Fire won't work, use ice or wind!"

Well, except for the part where the flames died down only to reveal those insectoid eyes looking more annoyed than in pain.

The order caused Yuuhei to jerk his head towards the source of the apparent voice of reason, only to find Ms “I Want Off This Ride” with cables coming out of her and behind her was a strange, blindfolded woman who was also bound by those same cables. Strangely enough, the sight didn’t even surprise him, as if it was just obvious that there would be other Persona users like himself. Not that he knew what a Persona exactly was or how he knew the word to begin with, but there would hopefully be time to worry about that noise later.

”What do you want me to do, blow on it really hard?” he retorted a bit too good humoredly for what the situation was calling for. Besides, it wasn’t like Prospero had anything like that hiding up its tattered sleeves. But as he glanced at his Persona, Yuuhei could have sworn that the white orb that served as its face was somehow smirking at him, as if it found what he was thinking unbelievably amusing.

The blonde’s eyes lit up as realization hit him. ”Garu!" he called out just as he heard the thing’s cumbersome footfalls growing louder. But by the time he turned his attention back to the thing, Yuuhei realized that he had reacted far too slowly, his body still unbearably sluggish from being tossed at the wall. His legs started moving in an effort to jump away, but he already knew he wasn’t going to make it. So instead, he raised his arms in some vain attempt to protect himself.

"Byakko!"

The veiny, white mass of flesh grazed his arms and sent the blond tumbling away from it. But just before it's fist had connected, Yuuhei felt some kind of aura surround his body, taking a good deal of the hit for him.

He was still in quite a bit of pain, but at least he wasn't dead just yet.

As he was sent sprawling, Prospero finished conjuring up a noisy sphere of wind in its hands and launched it directly at the thing’s eerie golden eyes.
Vistaeria Rhys’alamot




Theme Song
~"Someday, someone will best me. But it won’t be today, and it won’t be you."~


Vistaeria Rhys’alamot


Theme I/|\Theme II
~"Someday, someone will best me. But it won’t be today, and it won’t be you."~



@SMS @Crimmy @chukklehed

Yuuhei Seiho

Saturday Morning – Practice Building?




”Ah.”

It wasn’t much of a response, but there was little else he could say as he stood there like a jackass in front of those unblinking golden eyes. Yuuhei felt his awful moment of realization drag on for what felt like an eternity as the gravity of his situation fully sunk in, his expression was one of reluctant acceptance. After all, not only had his cute little maneuver failed spectacularly, but now it would be even more difficult to try and get Natsumi and the other girl out of this mess. So in a way, he almost felt like he deserved whatever came next.

Before he could even try to haul his rear away from the proverbial coals, Yuuhei discovered that one of its disturbing black tentacles had already gotten a hold of his arm. As the slippery mass tightened around him, the blond clenched his jaw, hard, his gut telling him he wouldn’t like what came next.

Yuuhei casually looked to his side at the dark haired girl next to him, whose uniform was being ruined by the thick, red substance dripping down the wall. ”This is the part where you r-“

He never got to finish his sentence, as the thing effortlessly flung him across the hallway.

It was a terrible few seconds for the blonde, as it gave him just enough time to regret everything he had ever done in his life to get him to this point, but not quite enough to even begin to consider what he should do next after his all too intimate introduction with the wall. The loud smack that accompanied his introduction to the unsettling wet wall was followed by a sickening thud as he gracelessly hit the ground, on the same arm that had been the slimy appendage’s playmate no less.

His eyes slammed shut and the obnoxious background scream was now joined by an equally obnoxious ringing. It rattled around his head endlessly and made it difficult for him to concentrate. The familiar weight of his glasses was gone, but he hardly had time to look for where they could have landed. Especially when his body was practically screaming in protest at the very idea of him moving quite yet. Not to mention the entire outside world was being drowned out by the excruciating pain he was in.

A simple test; can you state your name?


Somehow the voice managed to cut through all of it. It was a bit frightening, honestly, how clearly the president was able to make out the voice’s words.

’Some manners you have. Don’t you know you’re supposed to introduce yourself before asking for somebody’s name?’ Maybe it was the pain talking. Or maybe he was simply getting numb to all the unexplainable nonsense that surrounded him. But still, Yuuhei hardly had anything left to lose at this point, so he decided to humor the disembodied voice.

”Seiho… Yuuhei…” The words barely escaped his lips, his voice no more than a hoarse whisper, but the blond instantly felt something happen inside him.

The pain dulled, as if being chased off by the surge of energy that Yuuhei felt spreading to every pore of his being. His battered body felt light as it worked its way through him, amplifying itself over and over again. But the relief gave way to pain once more as it reached unbearable levels, as if it was trying to escape bloodily through him if it had to. A haggard scream poured out of him and filled the hallway as his good hand crashed into his forehead, as if to dam off the stream of pain that was now coursing straight to his temple.

What a sorry state you are in, my dear actor.


Once more, the boy’s pain was pierced through by a voice. But this time it was even stronger. Almost familiar.

You wear your two costumes marvelously, but tell me, which one is the true you? Are you really no more than the impulsive fool that dives head first into whatever catches his attention? Are you merely no more than the shy boy that measures twice, but never actually tries to make a cut of his own?


The question hit Yuuhei hard. He tried to swallow, but the overwhelming beating in his chest made the simple action difficult to accomplish. Much less answer such an existential question.

I have seen through your performance. In your desperate bid to release your true self, you have overshot your target and tried to deny half of what makes you who you are. And a performer like that can never truly leave the stage, will always be putting on a farce for others. Is that what you wish?


It wasn’t. Yuuhei stood firm – wait, when had he gotten to his feet? – and glared defiantly at the abomination before him.

Fear not, dear actor, for I am thou... And thou art I… Speak my name and I shall bestow upon your eyes some vanity of my art, so that we can draw these curtains to a close.


”Prospero,” the name he had never heard before came to him as easily as breathing. As did the order that followed. ”Turn this thing to ash.”

Light danced across the hallway as a figure took its place beside Yuuhei. Red tatters made up its robe and hard iron its gauntlets. Where a face should have been, only a white orb peered through the void. Fire crackled into existence in both of its hands, somehow managing to make the act look borderline mischievous. Prospero looked every bit like a demon, ready to burn the world should his master ask him to.
@yoshua171 @Celaira @Tuujaimaa @Fallenreaper

You all are awesome, now take my shower of thanks!

I'll get to work on that CS tomorrow and I'll make sure to check out the Discord server when I find some time.
Hey folks, I've been snooping around the last few days after the Interest Check hooked me in and I just want to say that this looks like a lot of fun. I've been tossing around a few ideas for a character, but I was hoping that someone would be kind enough to answer a few questions before I really sit down and work it out.

1) I didn't see any real mention in the OOC on how exactly the Prae conquered Ominar. Was it through a overwhelming show of force that ended relatively peacefully or was it more of a drawn out and bloody conflict?

2) Are there such a things as military families in Prae culture? And if there are, would it be unreasonable to think that such a family would have a practice in place wherein each heir receives the previous generation's power?

3) Has an Exeo ever been stripped of the power imparted to them by the God-Queen? And if so, would such an event impair their ability to use magic?

4) I recall seeing some mention of Prae Law somewhere in the lore, but I don't know if I saw it expanded upon. Would anyone be able to point me in the right direction to find that or even briefly explain it to me?

Phew, that's all for now. Thanks for reading through this mess and I truly do appreciate any help you folks can give me with this.

I look forward to working with all of you!
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