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(Weiss Schnee wrote all of this, and literally none of it is accurate. Β―\_(γ)_/Β― I'm too lazy to change it, though. It's good for a laugh, I guess! I'm just a regular guy, thanks.)
Yo! My name's Kazuya Minegishi. I'm just your average boy... or so I thought! As it turns out, my world has a demon infestation problem, and guess who got roped into taking care of it? That's right. It's your boy.
Don't get me wrong-- I'm no hero. I'd rather be listening to cool music on my MP3 player than summoning demons. But hey, when the fate of the world and my friends is on the line, a guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do.
Pretty cool, right? I'm so cool. I've since ascended to the throne and become the King of Demons. All the demons in the world now bow to me. I may look like a lanky boy, but I've got so much power and hunger for human souls.
To rise up the ranks, of course! I currently live in the worst room possible, and it is my goal to take me and my friends to the top.
Yo, they call me the King of Rap, the polymath prodigy,
Got skills so diverse, I'm a one-man symphony.
Chess boards tremble at my touch, kings bow to my gambits,
Checkmate in five, your intellect scattered in fragments.
But strategy ain't the only language I speak,
Fifty tongues on lock, conversation unique.
Mandarin to Maori, Farsi to French, I flow,
Every syllable a weapon, watch the knowledge overthrow.
Books devour me whole, knowledge my fuel,
IQ off the charts, Einstein eat your drool.
Philosophy dissected, science on my tongue,
History dances with future, a symphony unsung.
But don't mistake me for a brainiac in a gown,
My skills ain't confined to academia's crown.
Kitchen's my canvas, flames my brush, I paint,
Flavors explode, palates sing, no culinary complaint.
And when the chaos reigns, I'm the hurricane's eye,
Dust bunnies tremble, grime surrenders with a sigh.
This ain't just brag, it's a testament to life,
Each talent a facet, cutting through the strife.
Mind sharp as a rapier, words sharper than knives,
My bite ain't for aggression, it's wisdom that thrives.
So come one, come all, test the multi-faceted skill,
Board games or Babel, I'll conquer with will.
Renaissance Rap ain't a title, it's a soul unbound,
Where knowledge and passion in a masterpiece are found.
Forget books, music, and food. LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THE BEST MOVIE EVER!!!!!!
Buckle up, because you're about to witness the wildest flight of your life - a honey-soaked, pollen-powered fever dream where bees sue humans for stealing their syrup! Imagine this: a world buzzing with disgruntled pollinators, led by a rogue honeybee with a taste for jazz and a bone to pick with Big Sugar. Picture him, wings slicked back with rebellious swagger, delivering courtroom diatribes against greedy humans harvesting their golden nectar.
Get ready for courtroom antics that would make a hornet laugh, with witness stands overflowing with jittery bumblebees and nervous ants. See bees in disguise infiltrate honey factories, unleashing chaos with pollen bombs and sticky sabotage. Witness epic courtroom showdowns, where the fate of a jar of honey hangs in the balance, and one sassy bee's rap skills hold the key to unlocking freedom for his buzzing brethren. So grab your pollen basket and prepare for a cinematic trip so bonkers, it'll leave you questioning everything you thought you knew about honey... and jazz.
She is the winter's whisper, a breath of cool defiance in a world ablaze. Her beauty is sculpted ice, sharp angles softened by the ghost of a smile. Her eyes, the color of a glacier's heart, hold depths both chilling and captivating, promising untold stories etched in frost.
Her strength isn't the blaring anthem of a warrior, but the quiet hum of resilience, a willow that bends but never breaks. Her mind, a labyrinth of icy intellect, houses a cunning that outmaneuvers the mightiest storms. Yet, beneath the glacial facade lies a hidden well of empathy, a warmth that thaws frozen hearts with the gentle grace of a spring thaw.
She is a paradox, a symphony of contradictions played on the strings of fate. A creature of both elegance and grit, where icy brilliance dances with the raw power of a blizzard. She is the woman who walks through fire, not unscathed, but ever more resplendent for the kiss of the flames.
She is, quite simply, unforgettable. And though the world may try to confine her, to label her as fragile or cold, she will forever be the untamed spirit, the whisper of winter that carves its own path through the storm.
Though, I suppose anyone with similar traits will do. I'm very easy!
Wine. I'm very classy.
.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES
No one would want to choose either of these choices
.03 SHOWER OR BATH
Hot showers with others ;)
.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS
Ninjas
.05 TITS OR ASS
Breasts in my hands and my penis in someone's ass
.06 COFFEE OR TEA
None
.07 SPICY OR SWEET
Spicy
.08 SUMMER OR WINTER
Winter
.09 LEATHER OR LACE
Leather. I'm a very, very bad demon!!!
10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX
The one where there's biting ;)
ESTP-A
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That makes sense, but also not. [ A beat. ] Did you find a painting that looks like you?
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If he was still human, it would have definitely been lost on him as well.]
No, not of me, but...
[One, two, three paintings later, and they're in front of the one of Weiss' doppelganger. Looking exactly as she did as Weiss last saw her, only incredibly unhappy. Kazuya doesn't shrink back under her gaze, but it's also pretty clear he's uncomfortable.]
This was her, right?
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[ She looks. . . different? Sort of? Weiss isn't quite sure how to put it, either, but she's drawn to it, anyway.
She lets go of Kazuya's hand only to walk a little closer to inspect, if he'd allow her to even step closer. ]
There's something wrong.
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What is it?
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[ There's just that unsettling feeling, and it's different from last time.
She takes a step back and is quick to take his hand again.]
She just looks a little different. [ Her eyer narrow as she continues to stare at the woman in the painting. ] I'm watching you.
[ It would be creepy if the woman started to move after being told that. Weiss stays silent for a few seconds, as waiting for something to happen, but nothing does. ]
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But there's nothing. Not a single bit of movement, from her or any of the other paintings in eyesight, even if it feels as if she might blink.
His grip on her hand remains tight, just in case. ]
Isn't it weird? That a person gave you that coat, but all I could do was track down a painting that was the same as the person you described? It's like... she just vanished into it.
[ Which makes it even more unsettling. ]
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It really feels like they're being watched, just as they're watching this girl in the painting that looks just like her. What if these paintings can just show up like how that lady once did? If you try and catch them, they disappear. Like what Kazuha said, as if they vanished into the painting.
... she gives him another squeeze. A tighter one. ]
Can we go?
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[ No need to ask him twice, honestly.
Another blip of teleportation, and they're back inside her room, if only because he's not sure if she'll want some privacy after... that. ]
You okay?
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I'm... fine, I think. Just a little unsettled by all that.
[ They weren't even gone for long, but the suspense sure took out a good deal of her energy. ]
Thanks for looking into her, I think. Did you find anything else?
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Yeah, its pretty creepy. But... No, I didn't really find out anything else. I can try looking into other stuff if you need me to?
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[ What he's done was honestly more than enough. Especially since she didn't even ask him to do anything. ]
I think I might look around to see if there's an art curator here.
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[ And he has no clue what finding an art curator might do, or even how much it might help in this particular circumstance. ]
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I promise. But I'll let you know though, if there's anything I need your opinion on.
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[ As weird as it is to say that. He's got a few worries himself now about this place, after seeing... That. Or rather, those. ]
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[ Or just ping him in her head. Who knows. She's not used to this yet. ]
Thank you, Kazuya.
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[If she doesn't mind, he's going to sit himself into one of the seats at the table now.]
Um... Is there anything you want to know? In regards to the contract.
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[ It does give her more power, so to speak, but she's not too eager to start using the abilities he's lending her. This was really more for him, and she was only convinced because of what he'd be giving her in exchange. It doesn't mean she wants to take advantage of it, though.
But... She might think about it some more and find an open place where she can try those magic spells. ]
I'll learn the magic slowly, and I want to see if I can use it with my Glyphs, so I'll have to do that with no one else around.
[ It could get explosive, after all. ]
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[And also, she seems pretty smart as is, and that thing she did, where she summoned that creature? Seemed pretty magical to him.]
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[ She plops down on her bed now. They can talk casually about things before one of them has to do something else. ]
If you have any tips, though, then feel free to share them.
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[ To the point of passing out, and that seems like it should be something to be avoided, especially here. ]
Other than that, all you really gotta do is make sure you know what it is you want to be doing, the magic takes it's form based on that.
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[ Since magic in her world is reliant on Aura, too. There must be a different source of energy for it? ]
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[ Also, because he doesn't have Aura, and has never had it. ]
There's a few spells that'll let you steal someone elses magical reserves, but don't worry too much about those for now. They're a little harder to get right.
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[ She's never done anything like it before, either! That wasn't anything you could do with Dust, after all. ]
What sort of element does that fall under?
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[ Well, not entirely, but running low hasn't ever really been any concern, at least now that he's king. ]
Curse type magic effects a persons physical body in comparison.
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You're going to have to be there and teach me.
[ So you better get your curriculum ready, sir. ]
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