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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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I'll remember that, thanks.
[ If Minato sounds a bit distracted, it's because he is. How can he not, seated in this tranquil space as Kazuya works some extremely nice shampoo into his hair?
Kazuya said he "lucked out" though, which leaves him wondering... ]
Were you always a king rank...?
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[ And the room was way more cozy, even if it'd only been a 5 suit.
His fingers muse the others hair, lathering in the shampoo gently and efficiently. Also because he's always been a physically affectionate person, and the afterglow has him feeling even more so, as it always does.
A quick rinse though, and it'swashed out, leaving Minato's hair softer and shinier than ever. Luxurious.
Kazuya starts to soap his shoulders and back next.]
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[ Huge difference then from his starting rank. He hasn't seen a rank three suite, but given how lower ranked guests either shuddered when they spoke of their living quarters or advised he should be grateful for his current rank, Minato imagines it's not very pleasant down there.
Minato keeps his eyes closed as Kazuya rinses the shampoo from his hair. He'd never bothered to use particularly lavish products, and even without them he'd gotten by just fine. Whatever Kazuya's using leaves the tresses silkier than usual.
He sits up a bit straighter as Kazuya spreads the soap across his shoulders and his back. Whatever he's using must be incredibly nice too. Was this really allowed? ]
...your soap smells nice.
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[Well, of the ones that don't illicit an unwanted effect, anyway.
Minato will be perfectly clean, with certain exceptions to areas that it's probably best that Minato clean for himself, at which point he hands the bar of soap to Minato himself to deal with, and starts to scrub his own hair and body with his shampoos and soaps.]
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This resort -- it's... huge.
[ To think there were several other suites on this floor, too, that were comparable the size of Kazuya's...
Minato takes the bar of soap from Kazuya, scrubbing himself down everywhere else. Once cleaned, he'll set it aside before glancing over at Kazuya silently. He doesn't really mean to stare, but -- those dreadful scars riddling his body, where had they come from?
It's rude to look, isn't it? So he shifts his gaze away, resting his hands in his lap while looking over at the giant bath. ]
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[Indoor spaces that seem impossible for him to comprehend. The way there's no actual exit. A carpark, but without any real means of escape. Ventilation shafts that simply circle back around into themselves. It's strange.
Kazuya has learned by now that it's not really for him to question anymore.
It doesn't take long for him to scrub and rinse himself down, especially since he really wants a soak right now too. To just relax in the bath with company, knowing that the sheets on the bed will be changed out and fresh in the time he's gone.]
You can ask if you want, you know.
[It's hard not to catch someone staring at him. He knows that people get pretty surprised when it comes to the state of his torso and limbs, where not hidden by clothes. It makes it more obvious when Minato looks away, even as Kazuya motions for him to come along and get into the hot water alongside him.
It's nice, and he hisses softly in relief as he slides in.]
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Slowly, he dips one foot into the hot water, shortly followed by the second, all before submerging his entire body. The warmth washes over him and soothes his strained muscles. He sighs, content, sinking even further down into the water. He sits there with his eyes closed for a moment, simply enjoying the hot water before remembering -- that's right, Kazuya's given him permission to ask about the physical state of his body. ]
Your scars -- you... have so many of them.
[ And each one's shape didn't quite resemble the ones left behind by most weapons. In fact, some of them were distinctly bite-shaped? Many of them were? ]
...I noticed them earlier, too.
[ Even though they'd been a little preoccupied, the scars scattered all over Kazuya's skin left an impression on him. ]
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[Kazuya sinks deep into the water himself, letting it soak him right up just past his shoulders, almost to his chin. Maybe it looks a little silly, but that's alright. It's nice.]
I've been bitten, stabbed, shot, cut, clawed, set on fire, nearly frozen to death, electrocuted... You name it, it's happened to me, and it's happened to me more than once.
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Oh.
[ He'd endured his own share of attacks and ailments, but nothing that left behind damage as severe as Kazuya's.
In spite of those trials he must have faced, Kazuya speaks of them easily while sinking deeper into the water, taking in more of its soothing warmth. Minato stays put though with a frown on his face. ]
...you've been through a lot.
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[No matter what, he'd keep surviving. Whether here or back home, it doesn't matter. Survival is, and will always be, his number one end goal. Adaptability is something that helps with that, and so is knowledge.
He tilts his head back, resting it against the edge of the pool of water.]
I didn't think I'd make it, sometimes... But I never gave up, never stopped fighting. There were too many people I cared about, and if I gave up, I didn't know what would happen to them.
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...that's enough, sometimes.
[ How curious when he'd spent so many years wondering whether he should give up, only to find at the very end that there were things worth the effort of pushing through.
Minato sits with his knees drawn to his chest, arms wrapped around both of them. ]
Do you miss them?
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[ It's selfish, but... there's also less danger here. Not zero, never zero, but there's no government danger looming over his head, and everyone who is here is pretty... Relaxed? The place sucks, but the people he adores. ]
I think if they showed up... The first thing I'd do is tell both of them how much they mean to me. They probably know, but... If this place has taught me anything, it's that people need to be more honest with how they feel towards one another. You might never get another chance to tell someone how you feel, you know?
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...yeah. You're right.
[ He can only hope that he'd managed to express to everyone back at Port Island just how much they'd meant to him. Even if he only had a year to do so, surely they all knew?
As for what might happen if one of those friends suddenly arrived in the Golden Peacock... That would certainly complicate things. It's not like he'd been able to provide any explanations to them about his ultimate fate. ]
...I need to get back too. There's something important I should be doing.
[ Not because he needs to see everyone though; he'd already forfeited his chances to do so.
He's made peace with never seeing their faces again. ]
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[ Like those who have been here so long they don't realize they're dead. Like those who had somehow been trapped within that Other version of the resort, where there was no life, where even the resort itself had been decrepit and decayed.
Just thinking about that makes him uncomfortable.
It's a good sign he hasn't lost himself yet.]
... Hey, be careful here, alright? I know this place has a lot of glitz and glamour, but it's not entirely safe, for a bunch of reasons.... And try to stay away from the Roost, alright? And if you still feel the need to go, don't play any of the games there. You can loose more than just chips.
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Minato looks over at Kazuya upon receiving that warning. He hadn't run into any trouble just yet, but if Kazuya says it's not safe, then it must be true. ]
The Roost...?
[ Yet another place he hadn't seen, but if it's bad enough news that Kazuya's specifically telling him to steer clear of it, then perhaps he shall continue to avoid seeing it.
He nods to acknowledge everything that's been shared. ]
Okay. I won't.
[ ... ]
But what do you mean by losing more than chips?
[ What else was there to lose? He hadn't arrived with any of his belongings. Nor had he acquired anything new at the resort. And thus, all that was left was... his current life? ]
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[He wouldn't doubt it, based on what he saw back then.]
It's not a good place to be. If you have to go, just don't go alone. And keep whoever you bring close to you.
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...oh.
[ Note to self: Do Not Go To The Roost.
Minato sinks a little deeper into the water, just barely up to his chin. ]
...thanks for looking out for me, Kazuya.
[ It continues to bewilder him. ]
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[ Playfully, as Minato sinks into the water, Kazuya gives him a small splash.
Onsen rules? Don't exist when its your own personal onsen! ]