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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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Alright, his attempt at being subtle is gone, so may as well address the issue directly, right? ]
There's something bothering you. I don't mind that you've come to see me, but... I can tell something is wrong. If you don't want to tell me, that's fine, but you don't need to hide it either. I want to be there to support you, you know?
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But also, like...]
You are supporting me. [She almost sounds confused, her swinging of their joined hands slowing to a stop as she gazes up at him.] Just by being here with me. I was really sad just sitting in my room all alone, but then I remembered you said I can come over, so-!
[That's that, isn't it?]
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... Maybe that's the case. He squeezes her hand gently either way, though she does provide some valuable clues, assuming that she isn't lying. Sad that she was alone, and he can smell that tinge of sadness, intermingled with the whatever it is, but wracking his brain further provides no more answers.]
You can come over any time. You're always welcome.
[He says, but it's a little distracted. He does mean it, of course, but his senses are also otherwise preoccupied.]
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But she smiles, genuinely, pulling both of his hands into her chest and tilting her head as if to get a better angle to meet his eyes.]
Thanks! I'd say you're always welcome, too, but I think your room is better than mine.
[She lets go with one hand, twining their fingers together more properly so they can walk together, and turns toward the elevators.]
Soooo... wanna go up?
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[That's just how it is, considering he's a king rank.
Kazuya gives her hand another gentle squeeze as she laces their fingers together as she moves them both towards the elevators. He's still a little distracted, trying to figure out the scent, but maybe... Hopefully he can ease whatever it is that's bothering her.]
But I wouldn't mind visiting you sometimes anyway. Maybe my place is nicer because of my rank, but I bet yours is nice too.
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[Girl who hasn't had very many negative experiences at the resort, even including the business with the heart... plus, her room is the right temperature, it has a bed, a bathroom, and a place to put her things! Like, what more could she want??
Someone makes a sound further back down the hall, and Kotone glances back. With Kazuya out of sight, much like a baby without object permanence, she's hit with sudden spike of anxiety that he might disappear as suddenly as he'd appeared. Her grip tightens around his hand, and she quickly looks back, reassured by his presence. Oh, that was a very silly feeling. Anyway, she continues as if that fear of being left alone hadn't driven ice through her veins,]
People even come to clean it for me!
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[But it's in the midst of that that she turns, and suddenly there's a scent that comes stronger to the forefront. One that he does know, and is familiar with. It startles him a little, the force at which it suddenly comes out.
He turns his head back to the noise too, after her attention is back at him and the spike is gone. Is she okay...? Has someone been harassing her, or something?
They better not be...]
That's- That's fine and all, but are you okay? No one is bothering you, right?
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It's a little embarrassing, the way Kazuya looks at her. She must be acting strange for him to be so concerned, right? Maybe if she can just explain...]
Uh-uh, it's not that. It's gonna sound stupid.
[There, now he's warned! If he doesnt want to hear something stupid, he can just stop her before she adds more quietly,] I thought maybe you were gonna disappear if I looked away...
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[ That's... Maybe something has happened, that he's not aware of to put such a thought in her head. At least this is something he can do something about though, and he moves in a little closer, shoulder to shoulder as they walk. ]
I'm not going anywhere. Even if I'm out of sight. I promise.
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[That's the stupid part, she knows. Especially if she's holding onto him like this. But she couldn't stop that feeling any more than she can completely banish this persistent ache of loneliness.
But she can at least force a laugh, summoning a smile to her lips.]
I told you it was stupid! [She swings their joined hands together again, trying to downplay the seriousness of that feeling. If she pretends hard enough, it'll go away on its own, right?] C'mon, I wanna see your room!
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[He reassures her, even as she tries to change the topic. They're heading into the elevator now! She'll have nowhere to escape to, and nothing to do but to spend those precious few seconds listening to him.]
Obviously something is making you feel that way, so... Tell me what I can do to make it go away. I don't want you to ever have to worry about that, or to feel like that.
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[He's so persistent. It's a new feeling for her, someone taking such interest in how she was feeling or how she was doing. Usually people are convinced by her smile or her laugh. Is she out of practice...?
Once they're in the elevator, she exhales a quiet sigh, leaning back against the wall and glancing up at him. Her smile doesn't vanish, but it does dim into a resigned curve of her lips.]
I don't know if it's that easy. To make it go away, I mean.
[She draws her free hand to her heart, loosely clutching her blouse as if she could pull this awful feeling out of her chest and throw it away. Once she tells him, he's going to look at her, isn't he? Either disgust or pity or confusion. She hates when people do that, but he isn't going to leave this question be if she doesn't answer.]
I've just... felt super alone for a while now. I don't know why. I guess it started not long after the heartbeat stopped...?
[She chews on her inner lip as if trying to think of something else to add, then just shrugs helplessly.]
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But she continues, and says it started not long after the heartbeat, and it grants a new understanding. New insight to what could be going on. It's not disgust or pity or confusion, but understanding and relief in his eyes.]
That's good. Not that you feel like that, but because that it's caused by something else.
[He brings her hand laced together with his up, and gently kisses the back of it, hoping to reassure her more.]
You're right, though. It's probably not going to be easy to make something like that go away if it's the House's doing. Especially if it's been persistent for this long.
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Still a little breathless, she laughs, some of the usual brightness returning to her smile.]
I'll be okay! [she reassures him, more genuinely this time even as she makes no move to draw her hand back. If anything, a bit of the sparkle returns to her eyes as she teases,] How could I be lonely when all my friends are so charming?
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I don't know about charming... But I'm just happy that I could make you smile for real. That I could help, even if just a bit.
[ This time, it's Kazuya who swings their hands. They're not far from his room now, so... ]
wrap up here?
For now, she just grins, scrunching up her nose a little with the force of it.] Careful, you're going to get a reputation for being super kind and sweet, Mr. Demon King! [she teases, skipping forward a little.] Okay, give me the tour!!