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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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[Kazuya hums thoughtfully, tilting his head this way and that, before he decides on:]
You don't have to share, but I've also had a bounty on me too.
[Though his was definitely a "Wanted Dead" sort....]
I guess that makes us even?
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It's kind of complicated...I guess calling it being wanted for destruction is a little vague. [ There's a pause and he looks a little less sheepish but somehow a little more morose. ]
It IS my fault that Jenora Rock was destroyed. If I had managed to stop my brother, it might still be standing. [ He tilts his head a little at Kazuya. ] Sorry about yours.
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... He can kind of relate, weirdly enough. Though at this point if Naoya wanted to destroy something, Kazuya doesn't think he'd stop him, probably.
Huh.]
Sounds like they got the wrong guy. But since you told me yours, I'll tell you mine. Angels wanted me dead for taking power for my own. So they told the city I lived in, if they killed me, they'd be spared God's judgement.
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That train of thought is, however, abruptly stopped the moment Kazuya continues to speak. Vash's eyes widen a little and his shoulders straighten. ]
Angels? [ LIKE FROM THE BIBLE? He assumes, considering God is also mentioned. Vash has never been too into the Good Book, but his brother took to it, if the cult that he's grown around him says anything. ]
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[Or, the Voice of God. The only angel to have ever been human. Which sort of makes him a little mad, but that doesn't matter anymore, when all the angels are dead now, and so is God.]
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[ Vash never really read it himself. Not all the way through. ]
But, I had always thought it was just stories. Aren't angels supposed to be the good guys?
[ That's simplifying it by a lot, and of course, is only one perspective. From the way Vash is watching Kazuya he's certainly not judging him based on the information. It's strange having this conversation in an elevator, if he's honest. He can't sit or pace, so he's stuck awkwardly leaning back against one of the elevator walls, arms folding across his chest.]
I'm sorry.
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It's what he'd thought, at one point too. Even Remiel had left a good impression on him, the angel saving Amane's soul from being corrupted by Jezebel, pleading with him to save her because he couldn't.
Kazuya crosses his arms, withdrawing a little and frowning.]
Everyone knows that. That angels are the good guys, and demons are the bad guys. It's the basic story of good verse evil, of light verse dark. That's why they wanted me dead so bad. The power I took for myself was that of the King of Bel, or rather, the King and Overlord of all demons.
They had wanted me to use that power for God. To become a Messiah and lead people under His Rule.
[But he shakes his head, and can't help the anger, the bitterness in his voice.]
I chose not to. Better to be a free king than the pawn of a tyrant.
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Everyone deserves freedom, even if that means they make mistakes. Humans especially, so I don't think it was wrong to want to keep that.
[ He glances out of the glass portion of the elevator to the hotel outside of their personal, private little confessional, his gaze distant and focused on something far away. ]
Maybe it's a little more complicated than black and white or good and evil.
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[Or, maybe he had, but the option just had never presented itself. Even now, he's not sure Atsuro's plan to wrangle the demons under their control would have worked, and if it had, would it truly have stopped anything? Naoya would have still been cursed. Humanity would have eventually just undergone another one of God's inevitable trials.
No. The only way to get rid of the problem was to go right to the source.
And now he has to live with that. Eternally.]
If I hadn't made it clear, I have no love for God or His angels. Though I guess that's only natural, with what I am.