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(Weiss Schnee wrote all of this, and literally none of it is accurate. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 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.

My Future Plans

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.

My Talents

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.

Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food

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.

My Ideal Partner

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!

Height 6 feet Body Type Sexy and muscular 💪 rawr Smokes Smokes DEMONIC ENERGY Drinks water Drugs Just the ones in the food here Sign demons don't have birthdays Education Smart Occupation The King of Demons Income A lot Children NONE Pets The fifty million demons under my command Hobbies Writing poems, reading books, listening to music, playing video games

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01. WINE OR BEER

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 ;)

Personality Type
ESTP-A

ENERGY52%
EXTRAVERTED
MIND66%
OBSERVANT
NATURE61%
THINKING
TACTICS58%
PROSPECTING
IDENTITY68%
ASSERTIVE

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... On this floor, somewhere?

[???]

[????? why the hell would kazuya think that]

Why the hell would I be borrowing your shower all the time if I did? [idk shinji maybe its your weird way of flirting-]

I'm in the lowest basement floor. I don't even have my own shower. Hell, I don't even have my own dresser. What gave you that idea?

... Wait, seriously?

[Then where the hell....]

What suit are you, then? Lemme see-

[He's already getting up to go fuss over and strip the other just to get a look at the mark. He's not above using a little demonic muscle to get what he wants!!!]

What- hey??

[Kazuya is up and closing the distance and tugging at his clothes, and maybe that's?? What he gets for the whole monster transformation thing. He bats at Kazuya's hand, which is exactly as effective as you would expect against the Demon King Of Hell.]

Fuck off, you could just ask??

[Thankfully (??) he doesn't require too much stripping?? Kazuya only has to fight the turtleneck off of him to see the pale pink diamond on the side of his throat. It's located like a trashy redneck gangster tattoo. Real classy.]

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[He stares at the suit where it lays. Not because he thinks it's trashy, because he knows you don't exactly get a choice on where it goes, but because it's very pointedly, decidedly, not a heart mark.]

Huh.

[He frowns. His hands drop down to his hips.]

I thought you were a hearts...

[once again: ??????]

[He huffs in annoyance, balling up his turtleneck and tucking it under an arm. Whatever, he's planning on taking a shower anyway, so there's no point in putting it back on just to take it right back off again.]

Yeah, and you thought I was way higher in rank, too. What gave you that idea?

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You were the only one whos rank and suit I didn't know. For some reason I have a King of Hearts card? But I don't know anyone with that rank and suit that comes to mind.

[And he's sure he would have been told if one of his friends had ranked up...]

[Huh. A card he doesn't remember getting?]

That's... alarming. [Par for this place, sure. But the idea of shacking up with someone and having absolutely no clue or recollection of it makes his skin crawl. Even while the House sometimes hijacks their minds and bodies, to his knowledge it doesn't completely erase anything???]

You missing any time or something? Or any chance the watch just fucked up?

[Is it alarming? He really is more curious than worried. Maybe he's just been here too long? But he'd also just like to know so that he could talk to this mysterious king of hearts. Was he at least a good fuck? The other person has to remember something, surely!]

Nah, not missing any time. And I've never known the watch to fuck up and mislabel someone... I know plenty of people who are Hearts, but not Kings...

You fuck any of the new people? If it's like it was for me, they probably didn't get a card until we got back. Might have just updated.

[This sure is A Mystery. It's good that Kazuya isn't losing time or having blackout periods or anything where he goes off and has sex with strangers, but it sure does cut down some options.]

I don't think I had sex with anyone new?

[... Did he? He really, really can't remember. Everyone he had sex with he's pretty sure he already knew.]

Ah... It's probably not that important. Go have your shower, I'll try and think on it a little more.

[....bro what do you mean it's not important. Then again, maybe after so long in this place it really isn't. Either way, Kazuya can decide how he feels, and Shinjiro won't argue it.]

One card closer, I guess. Yeah, thanks, man.

[He is going to use all the fucking hot water, sorry bro]

[ Yeah, in the grand scheme of things, he is one card closer regardless, so even if he can't put a name and face to the card he's got, it's not like it's an overall bad thing either.

He pats Shinjiro's back. ]

Have fun. Feel free to soak in the onsen after, if you want. Maybe I'll join you?

[... It does sound pretty comfy. He's already had his morning shower, so maybe a nice soak might ease everything and let him think too. ]

[Right. Kazuya has an entire fucking onsen in his suite. It's not worth the hassle of all the attention and random fans and whatever else the royal ranks have to deal with, but it is a pretty sweet set up they have here.]

Yeah, actually. Sounds good.

[And it's not like he had much else planned for the day. Or any day, for that matter. So yeah: spending a good half hour scrubbing the outdoors off him is pretty great. And the heat of the onsen will probably do wonders to help with the fucking mosquito bites all over his ankles. So sure enough, whenever Kazuya decides to go to his onsen, Shinjiro will be lounging in the hot water there, sunken low with his head tipped back against the edge.

He does half-open his eyes, though, tilting his head just to confirm that, yes, Kazuya entering is what he'd heard, and offers:]

You guys's rooms really are crazy, you know. Just magic, clean hot spring water, all the time.

Yeah, there are crazier rooms than mine, honestly. I tried to keep mine fairly tame and simple.

[ He says as he lowers himself into the heated water, resting hisbown head against the side. It really is convenient, having an on-demand hotspring. How did he even live like a person before he was King rank anyway? ]

It's really nice to just have a soak after the really rough stuff... I mean, I heal from pretty much any and everything, but it's still nice.

At least it's half realistic. [He can't even imagine how far some people probably take things, especially since it seems they have some sort of limitless space? Or maybe there's eventually a cap. Either way, it's something he'll never understand and never really need to, so he doesn't think about it too hard.

He gives a short, uncomfortable expression at Kazuya's words for a brief moment-- that short pang of guilt for having been part of 'the rough stuff', what with the influence of this place. The connection doesn't get mentioned, though-- no need to dredge things up directly.]

....I can see that. Healing quick doesn't mean you didn't go through it. It's good to have a break and let everything relax. [Which is true for both combat and being dicked down by a horsecock, probably.]

When we'd get back from fights back home it was always a bit of a mess over who gets the shower first. We didn't have a soaking tub or anything. [DORM LIFE..... RIP the 5 dudes on one floor. at least only Yukari and Fuuka had to coordinate upstairs, and Mitsuru had her en suite.]

Back home I didn't really have to fight for life. That's a pretty recent development that stopped since I got here anyway.

[ He fought for his life, won, and the fought for free will and won. There's nothing more to that anymore, and the thought of sparring doesn't really cross his mind either. Why should it, when anything that needs to be taken care of can just be blown up with his immense magic ability, or crushed with his godly and demonic strength?

Sure, he's had a few scuffles, but they were never anything serious, and he'd feel bad if he hurt someone for real because he doesn't know his own strength in regards to humans.

Kazuya sinks into the water a little lower, letting it touch the tip of his chin. ]

What were a bunch of highschoolers [ he assumes, ] doing getting into fights so often?

Hm? [He lifts his head at the question, almost as if not understanding-- but yeah, he hadn't really told Kazuya much of anything, huh. It's a valid question to and from normal people. Especially if everything had been normal for Kazuya until shortly before he'd arrived here.]\

Oh, yeah. Guess I never told you. Everyone in our dorm had the bad luck've having the only power that could fight off these creatures that were eating people's mind. [That's the most basic he can put it.]

So the team would go out to their nest and clear some out and explore to try and get some answers.

[Well, that's what the rest of SEES was doing. Shinjiro had long since stopped caring about the 'why' of it all. He lets his head rest back against the edge, sinking in and closing his eyes to chill.]

Most've 'em have only been doing it a few months, though, so they're pretty new.

Oh! [Hold on, he pops back up out of the water a little.]

You're part of the demon hunting group of Minato's, right? That means you have one of those head demons, then. Weird, I couldn't smell it on you... Come here.

[He says, as he immediately moves to close the distance between them so he can. Fucking. Sniff at Shinji. Like the little weirdo he is.

If the other guy doesn't fend him off first, anyway.]

Ah?

[Kazuya pops up, but Shinjiro doesn't match it, staying sunken where he is. Demon hunting? That's a way to put it, sure.]

Yeah, if you-- [He's cut off by his own indignant noise as Kazuya shoves himself forward, into his space to. Sniff him. Like some sort of dog??? He brings up his hands to plant on Kazuya's chest for a semblance of distance, but doesn't shove him away.]

The hell you mean smell? [His hygiene has been so good since returning to SEES okay!!! Fuck off!]

[ He's fended off, but only just. He really can't smell anything from this close... And he had been even close to him before and couldn't.

That's so weird... ]

Smell. I can tell when you guys have those head demons, but I never caught that scent from you. They have a particular scent to 'em.

['Head demons.' Again, he isn't wrong probably, but it sure is weird to hear it said like that.]

Personas. Unless you're gonna claim you're king of these, too.

[Being able to smell it on others and not him, though... It takes a second, and then clicks into place. He sure had been slowly killing himself and his Persona for a few years. While he's off the suppressants here, it probably takes a lot lonher for your soul (or... Demon....) to pick itself back up ]

Ah... Yeah. I guess it's a bit different for me. Don't worry about it.

Persona is just another name for a demon. They're the same thing. We even have the same magic, and some of 'em even look the same too.

[ He waves his hand dismissively. Personas is demons!! Anyway.

He also shoves at Shinjiro more, trying to get closer. ]

Different or not, I wanna know.

[The actual same thing? Not just Kazuya using the word he's familiar with for something he isn't. Huh.... That'll take some thinking, probably when another naked guy isn't trying to basically climb on him.

It's very polite for Kazuya not to just use his demon strength to shove himself closer to get a sniff, so Shinjiro rolls his eyes and finally pulls his hands back. Easier to just let him do it.]

Fine, you little weirdo... Sniff away.

[There will never be a day at this resort that is not Weird As Hell in one way or another. Today just means getting sniffed by a guy who wants to smell your head-demon. Sure.]

It's not weird!

[ It's totally weird. But he's given permission, and so he moves in close to the other to sniff at the area between his neck and shoulder and-

Really, all he smells is soap. A nice, clean smell.

Kazuya frowns, forces himself even closer, and it's only then that he can finally catch scent of something. Unfamiliar. Pretty weak.

He pulls away once he's finally satisfied.]

Dude... What the hell is that? It's barely there. Even the absolute weaklings I have at my disposal have a stronger scent to them...