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My Self-Summary

(Weiss Schnee wrote all of this, and literally none of it is accurate. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 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.

My Future Plans

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.

My Talents

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.

Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food

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.

My Ideal Partner

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!

Height 6 feet Body Type Sexy and muscular 💪 rawr Smokes Smokes DEMONIC ENERGY Drinks water Drugs Just the ones in the food here Sign demons don't have birthdays Education Smart Occupation The King of Demons Income A lot Children NONE Pets The fifty million demons under my command Hobbies Writing poems, reading books, listening to music, playing video games

art credit: one. two. three. four. five.

01. WINE OR BEER

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 ;)

Personality Type
ESTP-A

ENERGY

52%

EXTRAVERTED

MIND

66%

OBSERVANT

NATURE

61%

THINKING

TACTICS

58%

PROSPECTING

IDENTITY

68%

ASSERTIVE

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Comments

[survivaltricks]

[earnestly]

It was a real bedroom.

[and there is no hiding the fondness in his voice. sure, the attic had felt like punishment at first. a bit like Sojiro was shoving him out of sight and out of mind because he was an inconvenience. but. . . the longer he stayed there. . . the more positive memories he came to associate with the dusty space, tucked warmly above his absolute favorite cafe as it was. . .]

[the more he felt like it was always meant to be his home]

It was the attic to a coffee and curry cafe, too. So when I was hungry, I could just go downstairs and raid the restaurant kitchen.

[belheir]

[ Akira speaks fondly about the room he had, but Kazuya is still solidly of the opinion that it should have been a real room. Perks of being there or not, he doesn't believe anyone should be relegated to sleeping in an attic. Especially over a shop...?

Jeeze.

Then again, it's not really for him to decide on whether or not Akira liked his accommodations, so he just shakes his head a little before moving on. ]

Well, either way, I guess it's nice to have your own space and not have to share.

[survivaltricks]

[the funny thing is Kazuya isn't wrong. . . it should have been a real room. . . but Akira is, if anything, very adaptable!]

Technically, I did share it with my talking cat.

[things Morgana would be pissed about for one hundred yen, but Akira genuinely has no idea how to describe what the heck his companion is without using the c-word, so. . . sorry Morgana. please forgive him]

[also! they have finally made it to the basement! Akira unlocks his front door with a quick flick of his watch, pushing it open to reveal. . . a pretty dinky rank three suite. but he has decorated it with glow-in-the-dark stares on the ceiling! there are cute little crane-game stuffies laid out on a "desk" protruding from the wall, including some octopus-shaped sausage, a frog with a top hat, and a round li'l cat. the coffee maker Kazuya gifted him rests on his nightstand alongside a hot plate]

[and finally, there's a damp spot on the ceiling. . . though no water drips from it. yet]

Tah-daaaaaah.

[belheir]

... Like a nekomata...?

[He is, in fact, picturing Nekomata, the demon. Even if it calls itself something different, a talking cat is pretty sterotypically a demon!

... But Kazuya is going to take a quick moment to look around the room, and... Honestly it does look nicer than what he remembers, but then again he'd never actually invested any time into making his look good. He'd either spent his time in Weiss' room or wandering the resort, so...

Well, the water damage could stand to be fixed, but even Kazuya doesn't have enough sway to get a lower rank room fixed up like that. So instead he'll just move over to Akira's bed, making himself comfortable on it quick quickly and-

It's as hard as a rock.

Yep.

Just like he remembers.]

Beautiful.

[Said with an incredibly flat, unimpressed tone.

Sorry, Akira...]

[survivaltricks]

Nope, but I bet he wishes he was as tall as her.

["her" and not "one" because he too is thinking back to Nekomata. she was one of his favorite Personas to use back when he was still building up his strength for her dexterous speed and ability to inflict fear on his opponents. and for no other reason at all!!]

[Akira watches as Kazuya settles himself comfortably onto the bed, a small laugh tumbling from his lips as he flops onto the mattress beside his companion, landing with arms splayed to the sides]

You've been living the high life for so long you've forgotten what it's like for us peons.

[he sounds 100% amused and not an ounce offended]

nts this is the date thread sweats

[belheir]

[... If not a Nekomata, then... ]

Kabuso?

[ That's a small cat demon! ]

Or Cait Sith?

[ This is just him idly wondering as he lays on the rock solid mattress, only to make a face as the bottle he'd brought along in his back pocket digs into his hip...

With a bit of wiggling, he procures it, dropping it on the bed and getting as comfy as he can once more.

No, it seems he wasn't lying about bringing lube. Which is fine, he doubts Akira has any here of his own.]

Isn't that why you said you were going to steal me away? Because I've lived in luxury too long?

staples a post-it with "date" onto this one

[survivaltricks]

[oh my god Kazuya actually brought the lube. . . . . . . . the assumption that Akira has none is correct, considering all of his encounters so far-- all two of them-- haven't gone that far]

[Akira stares at it for a few silent moments, trying to ignore the way heat gathers on his face, before he shakes himself out of his momentary stupor and just. . . snatches up the container, turning it around in his hand like it's some kind of fidget toy]

Neither. [CASUALLY] He's the remnants of humanity's hope crystallized into a cat-shaped guide for me.

[the Velvet Room's last-ditch attempt at giving Akira an edge over Yaldabaoth before the malicious god had taken it over]

And that's true; I did say that. [a tiny little grin, impish around the edges] Maybe I should be holding you for ransom?

[belheir]

Weird.

[Humanities hope, crystalized into a cat... Alright, sure. Why not. He thought demons in Tokyo were weird, but why not Hope-Cat?

Kazuya watches Akira fidget with the container, raising an eyebrow at his words.]

You're not a very good thief if your captive can get away, you know. [Unrelated: What, you never seen boy butter before?

[ITS HIS FAVOURITE BRAND HERE... because it's stupid and funny.]

[survivaltricks]

Extremely.

[listen, at least Akira can acknowledge that. there are no explanations for why Morgana took the shape he did in the first place! other than the obvious play on words. . . "cat burglar."]

[also Kazuya is right, boy butter is stupid and funny. Akira lets out an awkward little cough, swallowing his sassy remark about holding a king captive for something a. . . little more genuine]

I haven't.

[. . . what if he takes off the lid to peer inside. what is this stuff even like. . .]

It's not like I've ever-- [ahem] I mean, before being dragged here, the most I've ever done is kiss someone, sssssso.

[belheir]

More than I did.

[Man... He really didn't have any relationships did he? If Yuzu or Atsuro ever show up here, he's going to kiss them both stupid, without any sort of hesitation. Probably cry a little too, if he's perfectly honest.

Well, at least he wont be bad at it, when he kisses either of them.]

I hadn't even really thought of kissing anyone back home, if I'm honest. Way more into the idea now, though.

[survivaltricks]

[Akira gives a thoughtful pause, halfway towards sticking his finger in the slick substance pooled in the container, just out of curiosity. his gaze flickers up, gray eyes inquisitively studying Kazuya's features, torn between two completely different responses. but after a moment of contemplation. . . he lowers the lube back into his lap and scoots a bit closer to his companion, until one foot nudges against Kazuya's calf]

Was there no one like that for you back home? [out of the two directions he could have taken this, in the end, he'll always choose the one that helps him learn more about the other person] Or were you just not interested?

[belheir]

Nah, it wasn't like that.

[ Akira nudges his calf, and he leans it back against the others foot as he shakes his head. ]

There are two people I love more than anything, more than anyone. And I wouldn't mind kissing either of them, but I also didn't want to pressure them either, you know? So I just kind of put that all out of my head to begin with until either of them made it clear they felt the same.

[survivaltricks]

[at that response, Akira pulls up a playful grin. scooting even closer as he caps the lube and places it aside, suddenly far more interesting in learning more about his friend's important people than anything else]

It's nice that you were considerate of their feelings. But if you never put yourself out there, you never know. Right?

[a beat]

But I guess I don't need to tell you that now.

[considering how long Kazuya has been here. . . and honestly, that advice is a bit like the pot calling the kettle black, considering Akira has done plenty of pining in his short seventeen years of life. most of it unrequited! . . . some of it reciprocal, but it wasn't like he ever took that leap of faith to find out]

[belheir]

Apparently, the way I make my moves on people is so exceptionally subtle, that someone didn't even realize I wanted to date her...

[He's long since figured out that he has to be way, way more obvious when it comes to matters of the heart... Though maybe it was for the best. It's not like he could have promised exclusivity, and not just because of the resort either.

He's just definitely not cut out for that monogamous life. There's too many people he loves.

So he waves his hand dismissively with a dramatic sigh. ]

It's fine, though. Can't really be beholden to one person, you know? Especially not here.

[survivaltricks]

[oh my god. Akira's response is teasing, but in a gentle kind of way. more playfully sympathetic than sharp]

A Stealth Casanova.

[. . . Akira isn't sure he'd describe Kazuya as "subtle" himself, considering. . . well. the lube is still there!! sitting on the bed!! right next to him!! even if the conversation drifts in another direction-- which Akira likes, since this is a date, not a random hookup-- he isn't forgetting!]

[the comment about exclusivity, though. . . it draws out a curious noise, and Akira's playful features melt away to something more thoughtful]

. . . hn. Would you want to be beholden to just one person?

[that's not something Akira has ever thought about for himself]

[belheir]

No.

[ The response is immediate, with zero hesitation. ]

Theres too many people I care about. I wouldn't be able to do it.

[ The lube is, in fact, just a joke! He doesn't really expect anything to happen that requires its use, but one can never be too sure in a place like this. Even if it's meant to be an innocent date.

And honestly... sexual intimacy, while good, still doesn't rank higher than his need to just be with the people he likes. He's still way more content to just sit next to someone than to actually make a physical move on them. ]

I don't mean for sex either, onviously. There's just too mamy people that I'm happy to spend time with, and to not give them all the same consideration feels wrong to me. I love them all the same amount.

[survivaltricks]

[JOKE OR NOT HE STILL ISN'T FORGETTING!!]

[. . . but it's a cute response. a cute and honest response, and Akira can't help but appreciate how self-assured Kazuya is about it. no hesitation whatsoever!! he knows what he wants-- what he needs-- and he isn't afraid to say it. to ask for it. to make sure that every person he cares for receives the whole of him, and not just individual parts]

[that level of self-realization, the capability to share the entirety of his heart with so many people. . . well. it's hard not to admire it]

[unconsciously, Akira lifts a hand to his chest, gently resting his palm against the steady thudding he can feel underneath his palm. his gaze drifts off towards the stars scattered on his ceiling, barely glowing with the lights on as they are]

. . . I suppose I've never thought about it for myself.

[which is funny, considering that monogamy was just the way things were back home, and Akira had made it his modus operandi to buck against the "way things were."]

But when you put it like that. . . it sounds right.

[belheir]

[ Kazuya watches the gesture that Akira makes curiously. Is he not the same...? No, he must be. Akira never gave him the impression that he could only ever give his heart to one person at a time. That just doesn't feel right, or like him at all.

Maybe it's bold to think that considering how little he knows about him in general, but it still seems right. ]

Spending time with the people I care about... Knowing that one of them might end up sad if they weren't included... I couldn't do that to them.

[ He doesn't want anyone to be sad. He doesn't want to leave anyone out.

He loves them all fiercely, equally. And for that, he'll do whatever he can to show them that much, even if that love isn't necessarily returned in the same way. ]

[survivaltricks]

[it might be bold, but it's not wrong! especially when Akira thinks back to his time spent with his thieves. he knows that each of them hold a special place in his heart. . . and more than that, they all carry a piece of him with them, whether they realize it or not. small fragments of his soul that he will never get back— not that he wants to, when he has left them in such capable hands]

[he has never let himself think about what any of that actually means, though. nothing beyond small glances, or tiny inclinations easily dismissed with a wave of his hand. things are a bit different in the resort, with Yusuke at his side. because there, he has allowed himself to gently, cautiously explore what lies beyond a tiny inclination. if the others were here, then. . .]

[ah. no. Akira shakes his head, not wanting to invite more thieves into the Golden Peacock's hold]

I think I remember saying that you felt like the kind of guy who loved with his whole being, and not just half of it.

[if anything, this conversation proves it. and it gives Akira a lot to think about]

[. . .]

[not. . . just with the Phantom Thieves, either]

[boldly, Akira rocks himself back and plops his head unabashedly in Kazuya's lap, looking up at his companion with lopsided grin]

Tell me more about them? The two people you have at home, and the one you wanted to date here.

[this is Akira'a absolute favorite thing to talk about. as someone who is only alive today because of the powers of his bonds, learning about other people's gives brings him joy. yet another way to deepen a slowly blossoming Confidant!!]

[belheir]

[The moment Akira plops himself into his lap, Kazuya's fingers go to his hair, tangling themselves in it and stroking gently like he's some kind of cat. He's clearly not bothered by the action at all, nor is he upset with the focus on him. If that's what Akira is more comfortable with, then so be it.]

Yuzu Tanikawa, a friend I've known more or less my entire life, and Atsuro Kihara, who I met a few years ago. [He hums softly. Where does he begin telling anyone about them? About the two people who he holds most dear to him?]

And then Weiss Schnee, who's here. [But he sounds more immediately fond of her. A consequence of being in her orbit far more recently than the other two. Not that he loves them any less, of course. But thinking about them hurts, more so when his mind drifts to how long it's been since he's seen either of them.]

She's prim and proper... A perfectionist to a T, someone who plans out their entire day and doesn't like things going off schedule. She's an heiress back home, apparently, but she also made it her life's work to protect the people of her home from monsters. She's a good person, and she'd go out of her way to help anyone who needed it. She's helped me more than anyone could ever know here.

[survivaltricks]

[it was a very catlike movement! a bit like a scrappy stray plopping himself down in someone's lap and demanding he be pet. even the hum of approval that rumbles in his throat as fingers steal into black locks is reminiscent of a purr]

[and he listens with full interest to Kazuya's answer to his question, too. immediately, he wants to ask more about Yuzu and Atsuro-- two members of Kazuya's team, perhaps?-- but the way his companion moves on quickly is pretty telling. and honestly? Akira can't blame him. it has only been a month or so since Akira saw any of his thieves beyond Yusuke, and already thinking back on them invites a wistful pang of longing that is best left kept under wraps. reminiscing about those left behind seems like a quick way to cause heartache]

From the way you describe her, she sounds pretty impressive. [he means that, too] It's good that you found someone you can lean on like that, too.

This place. . . [that smile falters, more pensive than attentive] . . . it seems like it can take a lot out of you.

[belheir]

She is really impressive, and yeah. It can take a lot out of you, if you don't prepare yourself properly. Especially when it comes to relationships with other people. It's hard here, when you want to be with someone but want to also be exclusive with them. Near impossible, really.

[Too much happens. Too much goes on to dissuade that sort of behaviour. It even goes directly against the game they were all brought here to play. You can't escape if you don't collect cards, and even at best... You can only rely on one person for one suit. You'd still need three other people.

Idly, he continues petting Akira's hair, gentle in his motions.]

I already told you that I didn't think much about sex back home, but I can't say it's not something I enjoy either. Truth be told, I don't mind this place as much as I thought I would a year ago. There's good people here, and I even get to learn about other worlds, and even alternate versions of my own where other crazy things happened, you know?

[survivaltricks]

[and Akira tilts his head into those fingers, content to revel in the way they feel pressed against his scalp, cushioned by soft, black curls]

There's strength in finding good things to latch onto in an otherwise crappy situation.

[it's what he had done. . . right? and he came away from it a better person]

People to lean on, things to learn, experiences to treasure. . .

[wait. hang on]

— what do you mean by alternate versions of your own world?

[belheir]

[ Before anything else, it's the confusion that Akira has that catches his attention, because... Well, he's surprised about it? Isn't that sort of thing obvious...? ]

Yeah? I mean, we're both from Tokyo, but the same things never occured for me that happened for you. And that applies to other people too. For you, demons never invaded Tokyo. You might have still dealt with supernatural entities, but it's not even remotely the same as what I went through....

[survivaltricks]

Ah. [understanding washes over his features] I see what you're saying. Mm. . . you're right; my Tokyo is nothing like yours.

[a pause as he considers how best to phrase what he wants to say next]

I hadn't really considered it an alternate version of my own, though.

[rather, he had just thought of it as another world entirely. a completely different Tokyo in a completely different universe, inhabited by completely different people who experience completely different events]

. . . but you're not wrong when you say it is.