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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 ;)
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Come on up, your Majesty. Consider it permission.
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Well, if he has permission, then it doesn't really matter, right? Even if it is in the upper levels, it'll only work if he has an invitation and permission to be there. So despite the humming and hawing over whether or not he should even attempt it, he does.
The fact that he does, in fact, end up in the designated (extravagantly fancy) room is more disorienting than teleporting in the first place. So he just kind of... stays still and looks around a little. ]
... No way.
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Ah. There you are. What do you think?
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[This can't be his. There's no way Akechi managed to surpass him so suddenly, right? He's staying where he is, but he definitely looks.... a little rankled by this. Especially with that smug look he's wearing.]
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[He soaks in how uneasy Kazuya looks. Yes, that's it. He wants people to feel the jealous he was so consumed by. He wants everyone to squirm.]
Feel free to come by anytime you feel like getting out of the basement. But, ah, give me a heads up -- I imagine I might be a bit more popular now...
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[ Absolutely not. He is not letting Akechi rub this in his face. ]
Nah. You'd need a better personality to be more popular.
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[He rolls his eyes and pats the bed. There is plenty of room here. This is... not actually the bed he sleeps in, that's in a smaller room off to the side. This bed is for, ah, other activities.]
Your eagerness to see me squirming did play a hand in this, so I do have to thank you. I remember those who've helped me.
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He puts his hand on his hip.]
You're welcome. I don't need any other thanks.
[None of the demons in the demon matryoshka doll are happy about this.]
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Do you want a drink? [Alcoholic or he has some sodas. He can at least be a polite host!]
Don't look so jealous. It was inevitable I'd outrank you sooner or later.
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[ Spoil sport he may be, he is still incredibly funny, so there. ]
Technically I still outrank you. "Bel" is a title that means king. And I'm the King of Bel, which still makes me the king of kings, even here.
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[He grabs a soda and tosses it to Kazuya. Then he goes and sits at his table, just watching Kazuya.]
By some standards, an Ace is highr than a king.
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[He'll catch that soda and inspect it for a moment, like he's not sure he trusts it entirely. He's been drugged way too many times by the food and drink here to be complacent, and he trusts Akechi even less.]
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Regardless. I'm happy to be out of that goddamn basement. You saw how miserable my old room was.
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[Though not much better is still better.
Finally, he'll crack open the soda, still cautious and giving it a quick sniff to try and confirm if it's drugged or not. It doesn't seem to be, so he'll take a small sip.]
So, what's the point in calling me here? Just to gloat?
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Hmmm.... yes, basically. [Sorry not sorry.] If you want, I was going to offer to let you help me break in the bed.
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Dropping the act finally, are you? Unfortunately for you, this isn't my preferred method of foreplay. But you already knew that.
[Which is to say, if Akechi truly wants to break that bed in with him, he's got a lot of work ahead of him.
Kazuya crosses his arms.]
So if you just called me here to gloat, I'll be leaving now.
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Wait a moment. [He tries not to sound desperate.] I could also just use some company.
[Something about the size of this place makes him feel... lonely?]
You should see the bath. It's a private onsen. It's a nice break from those public baths.
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[Is Kazuya being rude? Yes. But also, Akechi started it by calling him here just to gloat.]
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Fine. Leave. See if I ever invite you here again. [He rises, quickly, from his seat.] I was trying to be nice.
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It's enough to give Kazuya pause, for him to watch as Akechi rises, furious and hurt, from where he'd been sitting. He'd been expecting something else. A biting remark, a snappy comment back at himself, berating and deriding him for his friends. When it doesn't come, when that scent still lingers, Kazuya blinks, shoulders slackening.
He was serious. He had wanted company. Maybe a fuck too, but either way, the reason he'd called him here had been to gloat. And have company.]
... You seriously wanted my company?
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Now I don't.
[He goes to his kitchenette to busy himself, or at least... appear like he's busing himself. He's angry, sulking.]
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[Not with how he usually behaves, anyway.
Kazuya follows him to the kitchenette, though hovers just outside of it.]
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The thought just makes him sulk more.]
Sorry I don't have some witty fucking retort for you. [He snaps, not looking at Kazuya.] Maybe I got tired of your attitude.
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[What does he want from him? Who does Akechi want him to be? He doesn't understand, probably never will, but this is- obnoxious, in a word.]
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Just-- get out! [He turns away again, quickly.] Go spend your time with Kitagawa, or Kurusu if you're so sick of me. Now that you can't lord your miserable rank over me--
[Man. Someone has issues.]
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