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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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[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.]
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[... 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.
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One card closer, I guess. Yeah, thanks, man.
[He is going to use all the fucking hot water, sorry bro]
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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. ]
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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.
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[ 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.
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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.]
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[ 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?
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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.
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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.]
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[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!]
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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.
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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.
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[ 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.
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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.]
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[ 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...
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Even though Kazuya's pulled back on his own, Shinjiro still raises a hand to shove him away, if only to uselessly display his displeasure.]
What's it even matter? [It's kind of a cranky question back, and he knows he's avoiding Kazuya's question. Then again, he was the one who mentioned there was a difference, and.... ugh.
Shinjiro falls quiet for an extended moment, brows furrowing, clearly unhappy-- but also not indicating that he won't answer. It's more getting his thoughts together, resenting that he's how he is... all of it. When he does speak, it's a bit more quietly, but the sound still carries fine across the water. It's said almost like just stating facts, almost half detached.]
...My potential was always weaker than everyone else's. My Persona's strong as hell, but controlling it can be a problem, so... I'd take some meds to keep him down.
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[That opens up a bunch of options for him, doesn't it? It also means that potentially the government back home might also stumble upon something that can keep him in check.
It rankles him, a little. The demon part of him that doesn't want to be controlled, that never wants to be beholden to another, that wants to be free to do as it pleases whenever it pleases. The part of him that remembers being human, though? That part is excited at the prospect. ]
Are you still on them? Is this place still giving them to you?
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[It's a relief that Kazuya sounds genuinely curious rather than the judgment he's gotten used to expecting. Just throwing his life and power away, et cetera, et cetera....]
No... I haven't asked for them. [Part of him didn't know it was an option, but most of him is just... Uncomfortable and avoidant about the whole thing. Like if he acknowledges it, actually looks at the risk of him not having them and possibility that he could, he'll never be able to ignore it again.]
Besides, the drugs kill you in about a year or two. Can't kill off your Persona and expect not to go with it.
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[Not telling him he should or shouldn't take them, that he's throwing his life away, whatever.]
But I do wanna try some of your meds, if you ever decide to ask for them back. See what kind of effect they have on a demon, you know? You all keep saying that your "Persona's" aren't demons, and I'm convinced they are. If they have the same sort of effect on me, then that just proves they're the same, right?
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With a sigh, he brings the heel of his hand up to press between his eyes. Which means his face is kinda wet now but whatever.]
That's kind of fucked, you know.
[There's equally no judgement in his tone, just as when Kazuya had told him he didn't want him to die.]
You don't gotta poison yourself just to make a point.
[But Shinjiro knows he wouldn't stop him and knows that he's too damn cowardly to not check it out and risk another disaster, so:]
Can they even get that kinda stuff here?
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[But if these meds of his do kill him... Well, he's not too fussed about that either, honestly. Even they don't do anything other than make him feel like shit and weaken him, isn't that something to investigate anyway?]
And yeah, they probably can. Might have to make a special request for it though. Probably add an additional "horny" side effect too.
[He splashes a bit of water at the other, just to take the edge off their conversation. His onsen, his rules, right?]
And if you ever decide you wanna reverse whatever damage they've done, I can take a crack at it too. Since you were taking the "Meds That Kill You" and all.
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The splash does assist with the mood, though, even if Shinjiro scowls at him and bats a hand across the water in return to kick up spray back at Kazuya.]
I'll think about it later okay? [there's a lot of emotions and different feelings of responsibility versus guilt versus obligations versus the escapism offer by the resort and-- it's gonna take a lot of thinking about that alone.the offer to undo whatever damage.... He waves a hand dismissively. ]
If your demons are the same as our Personas, then your healing shit probably won't help. And even if it could...
[he trails off. That's another really complicated thought. Obviously he'd chosen it for a reason. He still had debts owed. But everything is so removed here, even just after a few months. It makes his head hurt, really, like everything is buzzing with possibilities he'd never let himself consider.]
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You don't know that, though. I killed God, so like. I'm capable of anything I put my mind too. And I doubt human made stuff could really stop god powers, you know?
[Another splash, just because! Before Kazuya backs up, and sinks back into the water.]
No point in having godly abilities if I can't fix what other supernatural idiots broke, as far as I'm concerned.
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He's tempted to argue that he chose this route himself- there was nothing that 'supernatural idiots' had to do with it. But... that's not really true. He might not have ever awoken to his Persona if the old Kirijo hadn't been trying to make a goddamn time machine out of Shadows and caused the weird bleedover that was the Dark Hour. And the suppressants wouldn't ever exist if the same Kirijo group hadn't been experimenting on forcing them out of kids like Strega.]
...It's fine. You can focus on your own shit and let me take care of myself. I've been dealing with it for years now, anyway.
[The whole conversation is uncomfortable. Not Kazuya's fault, of course-- he's just asking and offering, presenting what's likely very obvious points to someone who isn't several years over their head in issues. But it still feels like tension across his skin, tensing up in the back of his skull.]
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