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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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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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[ Even if Shinjiro doesn't see him as one, he still has other friends here too, doesn't he? Anyway- ]
If you don't want me mucking around in your stuff, that's fine and all, I'll respect it, but don't pretend it's because you think it'd be a pain in the ass for me to do so. I'm offering because I do wanna help.
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Don't be so full of yourself. It's got nothing to do with you.
[Besides, he barely even knows what Kazuya is offering. Something to chill out the Persona? A reversal of the suppressant effects? Some other third thing he wouldn't even understand because he doesn't have the same weird demon god knowledge?
He really does not want to have some sort of just trauma dump or messy anything. The accident, his issues, his plans to amend those, his suspicions about Ken's reasons for joining SEES at all-- It had been bad enough when he and Scott had shared their histories of lack of control over their powers.]
There's a lot, it ain't your business, and I don't wanna get into it.
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[ As long as he doesn't make himself believe that he'd be a burden or whatever, Kazuya can accept his desire to deal with his problems himself. He's made his offer, and that's all he can really do. He won't force anything on the other, even if he does wants to help heal some of the damage those meds have done, if what he says is true.]
Find us a new conversation topic then, 'cause I'm bad at that stuff.
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It's hard, though. Once he's started circling around those familiar thought patterns, the memories, the feelings. It always sort of takes over, sitting uncomfortably in his chest the more he tries to ignore it.]
...Hell, I don't know. Tell me about the demons you got back home. You've mentioned they exist, that you are one, but like-- they just hang out? They in people's heads, too?
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[ Hanging out in peoples heads... That's a special hell that's reserved for him, and formerly Amane. ]
It's not all that lucky to have a COMP though, since when you first boot it up, you have to go through the demon summoning program initialization, and beat the demons that come out. And if you don't know what you're expecting, they'll kill you.
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...They sound more like the Shadows we fight. They aren't attached to anyone or anything, they just go around eating people's minds.
[Not that shadows and Personas are that different? He has no idea of the details, but that's why Persona users could fight Shadows, if he remembers the explanations from years ago decently.]
So the demons in your world aren't personal to you. Sounds like that's the main difference. You make contracts with them, but they're physically and mentally separate from people.
[....Weird for him to imagine. Like he just had a little box full of demons and could let them out as he needed to, and remain disconnected. Or-- at least others could.]
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[ Why else would he be told about something that sounds so similar? And they look identical too, though he's never seen a "shadow", they definitely hit that line of being demonic to him. ]
I wonder why your demons are ao attached to you guys, though. It's so weird... Maybe I'll take a peak into one if your souls one day.
[ lol. As If. Way too dangerous, but he is seriously curious. ]
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[He'll agree to that easily enough. There's some slight differences, sure-- enough to distinct them in Shinjiro's mind. But very similar.
The concept of peeking into someone's soul, definitely makes him rankle, and he sits up slightly, legs curling under himself where he sits.]
...You've got some pretty fucked up powers there, you know. I'd take all the weird sex shit here over that.
[what is self reflection WE DONT LIKE IT ]
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He's not.
He's going to make it worse, in fact. ]
I could probably use a lot of my powers for "sex shit", honestly. I've gone into Yu's dreams once to have it with him there. That was pretty novel, since I was also concious of my own body outside the dream too... kinda had sex with him both in it and out of it at the same time.
[ who tf just says these things. ]
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...Huh. So like. You just gave him a wet dream?
[He is trying to conceptualize this and is just. ???? Was there physically fucking? Were you guys in separate rooms?]
I don't think I'm really... Getting it. Like you guys had weird mind linked sex or something?
[Did you give him a handle whole he was asleep but also y'all mind fucked like. What?]
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[Even agreed to it! Within the dream. Maybe that's not the best form of consent, but like, Yu hadn't cared when he'd woken up either. It's probably fine. It was awhile ago anyway.]
I guess it's a little weird to explain... It's not really mind linked sex, though.
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