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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 looks away. At the floor, at first. Then at the statues and he knows what that means. Missing. Not gone. But- ]
I'm guessing you tried to contact her and got "no guest with that ID found"?
[ Yu is too smart to not have done something like that. Kazuya keeps his gaze trained on the statues. ]
... If you have some of hers, I can help find her.
[ Her statue, he means. There's still some comfort, in knowing where a friend is, that someone you care about is safe, even if they're stone.]
Weiss is gone too. I'm looking for hers, too.
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[It leaves little room for hope, doesn't it? The predicament is fairly common, really: is it better to know, for certain, or is it better to hold onto that last little sliver of possibility?...]
Weiss is gone? [Oh, wow, that one hurts a lot more than he was expecting -- enough that he can't even break the tension with a stupid joke. If it hits this hard for him, he can't imagine how it is for Kazuya.
... he reaches for the other teen's hand.]
I don't have anything that belongs to Rise, but we can look for them together.
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It just feels sudden. Maybe harder for Yu than Kazuya, who bumps his shoulder against the other teens comfortingly. ]
I think I know where Weiss is. There's a chance that Rise might be with her, if they disappeared at the same time. The basement is probably a better place for us to look. I think Makoto said he was there too.
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[The response comes on the edge of an exhale, a sound that would be much more like a sigh of he wasn't so determined to keep it together. The "Leader" trait is less a mask and more of a buff, in this way, allowing Yu to set himself aside in favor of the task at hand.
He's shaken. A lot more than he'd like to be. A lot more than he would be if she's gone only equated with she went home, but the fact that the reality isn't so simple...
...
It's never been his job, as "Leader," to have the answers. Just to have the determination to find them. The concerned pinch in his expression is replaced by a dutiful nod.]
We'd better get going, then.
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[There's silence, for a moment. He's not sure what's better. To walk, or to offer the teleport. One will have the immediate answer, the other makes it linger. Maybe gives a sense of hope.
He's not sure which is worse.]
Do... You want me to take us there now? Or do you want to walk...?
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But he-- he has to know. And wherever Rise is...he doesn't want her to be alone.
The slight doubt lingers, of course; what if her statue isn't in the basement? They've been all over the resort, not limited to one location. What if he's about to pass her by? He'll deal with that if it comes to it. For now, a nod.]
Let's go there now. Please.
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[ Kazuya exhales softy, tries to give Yu comforting smile as he squeezes his hand gently. They both lost someone. It's hard for both of them, but even still, he wants to be there for him as much as he can.
So with a quick burst of magic, their location changes. It's dimly lit, with flickering lights. Definitely the basement. Somewhere Kazuya has been putting of going too, distracting himself with looking elsewhere because he can't stand the thought of Weiss down here.
He gives a shakey exhale and opens his eyes.
And she's there. Stone, cold and unmoving. Weiss is gone.]
We can look for your friend too. Im certain she's probably around here.
[ He can grieve later. Yu deserves to know too.]
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Weiss...
[A pang of guilt hits him at the realization that he's going to miss her. He should have checked in on her.
He should have looked out for Rise more, too.
He doesn't let go of Kazuya's hand, his grip strong and supportive. It's okay for both of them to hurt. In response to his words, Yu offers a small, wry smile.]
I almost hope you're wrong. [The thought of Rise down here, all alone...it sits poorly. All the same, he gets the feeling Kazuya isn't wrong at all. With a small nod, he gestures in one direction and starts to investigate the statues.]
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He follows him, of course. Yu hopes that he's wrong, and Kazuya also hopes the same. ]
Makoto came back from being a statue, recently.
[ He starts, unsure. The information he has... Well, it sucks, honestly. But it's also a little relieving, in a way. ]
He told me that he had some kind of baseline awareness. So... I was thinking, maybe we should visit them often. Maybe being them some things every now and again. They might appreciate it when they're back.
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It doesn't really hit until a few more paces down, maybe a dozen statues from where they left Weiss. Yu stops. His heart drops to the floor.
There she is. Rise Kujikawa.]
... Yeah. [His tone is even and measured, aggressively so. He can't shove his emotions back into a box and tuck it away, anymore, but he still has a veneer that comes up sometimes to mask them.] We have to look out for them.
bring* not being... lordt my fingers
There's nothing he can say that would help. He knows this.
So instead, he leans against the other, shoulder to shoulder. Physical reassurance that he's there, that Yu isn't alone, no matter how he feels in the moment. That he doesn't have to go through this loss alone.]
somehow i didn't even notice...
(A blanket, maybe? Kotone said she had been cold...)
The warm weight of Kazuya's shoulder against him pulls him out of his own thoughts, and he leans into it, hopes he can provide the same comfort he's being given. Weiss meant a lot to Kazuya. Yu isn't glad that they're both feeling the same way, but weirdly, he's very grateful not to be down here all by himself.]
Thanks for bringing me down here, Kazuya.
i need to stop doing mobile tags <- person who will never stop
Yu leans into him, and Kazuya makes a soft noise in response. Something close to a saddened sigh. ]
Of course. You shouldn't be alone either right now, you know.
[ He couldn't stand knowing that Yu would be dealing with this on his own. They've been through so much here, that it feels right, to be by his side like this, here and now. ]
They'll come back eventually. Others have.
[There's no reason to believe they wouldn't. ]
grips your hand...live that mobile life
Neither of us should.
[His eyes go to the statues again. Neither should they.]
... Maybe I'd better start coming down here more regularly.
[In case they do come back.]
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[Really, he doesn't want Yu alone down here. For more reasons than just one. For more than just because it's dangerous. Because he cares. And now, with the evidence more or less in front of him, Kazuya grips Yu's hand a little tighter, eyes looking away.]
Hey... It's important here, right? To tell people how much they mean to you? Especially when yo don't know what could happen next.
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[There is more gratitude welling up in his chest than Yu knows what to do with. How to express. The softness in his voice can't possibly encompass it all. But the tightened grip on his hand has him focusing in on what the demon king is saying. Kazuya may be looking away, but Yu is looking directly at him.]
... Yeah. I think that makes it even more important.
[And he missed his chance with Rise. Weiss, too. Now, words start to claw their way into his thoughts.]
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[There's a soft noise of agreement. It's good to know that Yu agrees. It makes things easier on him, and Kazuya finally raises his gaze to look at Yu.]
In that case, then I have a massive crush on you.
[Out with it. Make it easier on both of them.]
If you don't feel the same way, that's fine. I already lost out on someone I care about because I didn't say anything. I want to make sure you know.
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Oh.
Several things hit simultaneously. First, the way Kazuya words that, I already lost out because I didn't say anything... It's admirable, to be honest even when you've been hurt before. Aspirational, maybe. How many times did he lose out for similar reasons?...
Second:] I thought that was obvious, [IS NOT THE WAY HE WANTED TO SAY THAT. But forced honesty blurts out the first thought in his head, anyway, because-- well, they're standing here, holding hands, and after everything they've done and been through...
...
But it must not be obvious, if Kazuya says it that way. The upturn of his lips is small, sheepish, but fond nonetheless.] I do feel the same way. I like you a lot. I'm sorry I didn't say anything before.
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Surprising, somehow. It makes his eyes widen, his heart race, and just slightly, his fingertips curl into Yu's palm.
Yu feels the same way. He likes him a lot. He's sorry he didn't say anything before.
Relief also floods his system, and Kazuya laughs. His free hand comes up, stifles it as much as he can, but he's laughing now, because of just how absurd this situation is. How bad of a position they're both in for a confession, and yet for them somehow... It makes sense.
They would be doing this here and now, wouldn't they? Warmth blooms in his cheeks just thinking about that.]
It's alright. Neither of us said anything until now.
[The grip on Yu's hand is reaffirmed, squeezed lightly, almost shyly.]
I'm glad you feel the same way. And I'm glad I can be here for you when you need it.
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Of course things would end up this way with them. It makes all the sense in the world.]
I want to be here for you, too. [And Yu feels confident that this is something they both can do. They've been through plenty, here.] ... I'd want that even if you didn't feel the same way.
[But he's glad Kazuya does, all the same.]
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It's always a possibility, but he bumps his shoulder against Yu's, leaving the contact there. ]
You're a good guy... But I should warn you, I'm not really the monogamous type. Especially not here. It's fine if that's a deal breaker, but you deserve to know that.
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That said, his first response to Kazuya's words is a short puff of laughter.]
I don't see how anyone could plan on monogamy in a place like this. [It seems like a heartache waiting to happen. After a pause, he returns the gesture, nudging Kazuya with his shoulder.] But don't worry about me. I'm the same way.
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Yu nudges his shoulder, and says he's the same way, and Kazuya exhales softly in relief. It's good to know. Genuinely, he's glad to know they're the same, that they both love too many people to be tied down to one. ]
Glad to hear it.... Wanna make it official with a kiss?
[ The last line is teasing, not meant to be taken seriously. ]
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[His eyebrows lift, breathing another quiet laugh into his reaction. It sounds so goofy when Kazuya puts it that way...but then again, goofy is something Yu enjoys about him. Them. 'Official' sounds like such a big word, not literally but figuratively. Like-- an agreement. A deal.
(He's still not signing over his soul, though.)
Whether it's teasing, whether it's not meant to be taken seriously -- Yu tugs him closer to kiss him anyway.]
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He melts at the contact immediately, kissies back as his hands come up to cradle Yu's face, thumbs brushing against the other teens cheeksnas his heart swells with warmth, affection, and delight.
And then Kazuya breaks the kiss, leaning his forehead against Yu's, laughing lightly. ]
Guess it's official then, boyfriend of mine.
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