Solace

Song of Betrayal | Fire Emblem

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Suddenly, Zaino felt the urge to kill the woman like he had almost done before, gritting his teeth. It was then that Ambra suddenly took off sprinting up the stairs leading to the second floor of the inn, her agility surprising him just a little bit, but falling very short of impressing him. Now that he was rejuvenated and at his full strength along with the fact that he had spent the last few days resting up and stockpiling energy, she was clearly foolish for testing the speed of a swordsman, and moreso, a swordsman with the training he had. Placing a hand over the hilt of his sword, he dashed after the woman; Ambra wouldn't be able to hide from him for too long. "Stop!"

Zaino reached the top of the stairs in half the time it had taken Ambra to go up, calling out. "You're acting like a child, you know that? Come out already."

When he saw that she wouldn't do so, Zaino drew his sword and slowly paced down the hall, peering into each doorway that he passed and opening any closed doors. Upon looking into one of the closed rooms, he blinked twice at the sight of a fat man sprawled on the floor of his room with his buttocks directed right at the doorway, snoring extremely loudly as Zaino screamed at the horrid sight, also locating Ambra who was at the corner of the very same room, clutching his shirt.

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"Get out of there. NOW."

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This is horseshit.

Xanxus groaned loudly as the sound of birds chanting their morning songs joined by the radiant sun woke him, his eyelids bursting open as he saw that he was at the center of a bed filled with women. He pulled his arms out of the snuggled embrace of two women as his brain refused to comply with his senses, and when he tried to squeeze between the two of them and off the bed, that was when he felt the weight of another human atop of them. It was yet another woman, and although he couldn't recall who these women were, them being in the spots they were and all of his and their clothing at the base of the bed was all but enough to paint the picture in his groggy mind. The three women all had voluptuous bodies and pretty faces, and he was sure that he had gotten intoxicated enough to the point where his drunken self would actually admit to enjoying himself, but the morning after he was irritated; at both Darrian for pressuring him, and himself for giving in to that pressure.

Xanxus used his legs to carefully set the woman atop of the one to his right, scooting off to the base before she awoke, the smell of alcohol in her mouth no different than the entire room itself. "Commeee on, we're just getting staarted~" she encouraged, running a hand down Xanxus' biceps as he inched away from the bed. The woman fell back into her sleep shortly after as he proceeded to put all of his clothes back on, locating his two swords underneath the bed and making haste to exit the room, and after some questionable navigation, he was outside. It was evident that he suffered from a terrible hangover, and that only served to bolster his mad mood.

When I see Darrian, I'm going to-

Xanxus bent over and lifted an abnormally large boulder with ease, hurling it directly towards the back of Darrian's head. He sighed, folding his arms and waiting to see how the Exalt would react to the impact.

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Sorry, but

what is a Kaos and Supernova Flame
I have not heard of such in Katekyo Hitman Reborn
I even searched it up ._.

That was the only issue, really; the strength of your person. Even if they're an enemy, keep in mind we JUST started, and a FIFTEEN YEAR OLD shouldn't have the power to level a whole country just yet. Maybe in the future.

Also, I did find it interesting that you made your character from the yakuza; my own character's family was associated with such, and my other planned character was going to be a person from the same yakuza organization sent to hunt my Guardian character. Perhaps there can be a connection? :o

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Well, shit.

That was what one of the American kids in Daisuke's old school would've said at that moment, but he only returned the boy's hostility with another hushed laugh, turning to face the front of the classroom in his chair and obediently listening to the teacher as the man went on with their lesson. Though, only after a few minutes of immersion into the teacher's lesson, did he begin to truly grow bored, averting his eyes to the cerulean sky painting the atmosphere and remarking its beauty. He inhaled deeply and wondered, would he have the same issues that would force him to change schools or move to another country again?

While surveying nature, one of the female students who sat by the window turned to Daisuke and was the first person to return his smile with her own, raising his hand and waving at her lowly. 'At least it seems like there's some other nice people here,' the boy thought before the girl returned to writing her notes, which reminded him that he should've been doing the same, refocusing his attention to the class once again. 'Baka Daisuke, baka...'

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Excuse me while I dig a grave for the citizens of Italy.

EDIT: Personally, I can't accept your character; that's just my opinion. I'll have to wait on the other two inputs. Then we'll decide as a collective.

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I'll post when I get home in hours .-.

Song of Betrayal | Fire Emblem

"Out of the way, shiny." Zaino pushed his way past the bald mage, hovering over Ambra with a malignant glare. It didn't take much to perceive that she was lying to him, and that was one of the things he hated most other than thieves; liars. He wondered if this woman had already forgotten that he had an important objective to carry out, and an entire country was at risk of possible invasion if he wasn't able to carry it out in time.

Or maybe she did know, and she thought this would've been a comical thing to do; waste his time, because that was all the rest she was good for. Zaino could feel his anger begin to reach a fever pitch as he spoke, "You're a funny one. May I please have my clothing so I can leave? I've no time to waste on delivering the news to the Khans of Helena and Ylisse with your shenanigans."

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If it's a villain, I guess that'd be a good idea to run it by both of us (Mousia is also a person in charge if you want to include her).

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What she means is someone who isn't an Octopus Head like she is

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Durnehviir said
Still accepting?

Unfortunately, all of the Guardian roles for the Vongola are taken. But you can make an associate! Or if you really want to, an enemy to the Vongola. >_>

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"Now class, before I continue with our lesson for the day," The teacher paused during his lecture, looking at the entrance to the classroom momentarily and beckoning before turning back to the entirety of the class. "We have a transfer student from America who will be joining us for the rest of the school year..."

Daisuke Honda, who'd been tying his shoe by the doorway, had nearly keeled over as he stumbled into the room rather dramatically. Despite the embarrassing display, he smiled warmly and pranced towards the front of the classroom to present himself, bowing respectfully. "Ohayō gozaimasu~!" he greeted a little loudly, generating some chatter across the classroom from among the students. "My name is Daisuke Honda! I was born in Japan, but moved to America when I was young and stayed there until recently. Now I'm here!"

Daisuke rubbed the back of his head, and laughed. "I hope we can be friends!"

"Okay, Daisuke," The teacher nodded, almost as if he had seen enough new students already. "You can take that empty seat next to Mister Leggieri right there."

Nodding and booming with enthusiasm, Daisuke thanked the teacher and casually walked to the vacant seat, settling down and organizing the mess of his books and scanned the classroom, taking in all of its features. He was the only Japanese, let alone, Asian in the classroom, and the faces of the students gave him the impression as if they'd never seen one before. He smiled as the teacher resumed his lesson, turning over to the boy - 'Mister Leggieri' - and extending a hand for a shake. "Nice to meet you!"