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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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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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[That's. Weird as hell. Like fine? He doesn't get it. But if they had fun than what the hell does it matter? They just double-fucked. Here and in the astral-plane or whatever the hell. Sure. Good for them.]
All my dreams have like my teeth falling out or some shit. [Okay, that's a lie, he has the standard assortment of weird dreams and nightmares and sexy dreams and whatever. But eh.]
Is that something you could do as a person, too? or is the being inside someones mind a demon thing?
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[... All things considered, his and Yu's dreamsex could have been a Lot Freakier. Something to ponder for next time.
(Wait, next time?)]
But I've had those kinds of dreams to... Or the ones where you're late for class but you can't find your classroom... And then you wake up and its a weekend.
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But at Kazuya's mention of other stupid, common dreams, he gives an amused breath.]
Very human for a demon king.
[It's only half a tease. He does mean it, though-- No matter what Kazuya calls himself or feels he is, he's just another dumbass teen, just like the rest of them.]
So did you only ever do that with him the once?
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[Time is fake. And confusing. He really, really has no clue.
im bad at math]And yeah, I only ever did it once. Felt a little awkward bringing it up again, but he honestly is the kinda guy who seems down for just about anything once.
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[A year and a half-- not that long for someone who claims to be absolutely immortal. And definitely not long enough to fully unpack it all. Still, it's interesting.]
Yeah, the time thing is fucked up here. I barely bother trying to keep track, honestly...
[Maybe if he did and also hadn't just spent 3 weeks in the Outdoors he'd realize the date.]
I mean if you were both into it, why not go for it again. [He shrugs, as if it's just that easy. It absolutely isn't and they both know it, but sometimes you gotta pretend.]
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[A triple whammy of awful, it had been once he'd come to. Once he'd really come to.]
What about you? What sorts of things are you interested in anyway?
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Pretty lame, really.]
I dunno. [It's kind of an embarrassed answer, so he quickly clarifies as his face heats.] I mean-- I know but I haven't really... put it to words, I guess?
[Also he doesn't really know. We haven't all been in the kink resort for two years! But it's a testament to how much he actually does respect Kazuya has a friend that he pushes through and tries to answer it anyway, as opposed to grousing that it's none of the other guy's business.]
How different things and people.... feel, I guess? [Under the water, he's unconsciously gesturing with a hand- just turning up the palm, fingers curled a bit. Words are hard: he has no idea how to explain being into the tactile sensations. Feeling people underhand, the different texture and give of someone's thigh versus breast versus sucking someone off versus eating a chick out versus etc etc etc.]
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[It seems like a pretty easy thing to put into words, if one were to ask him. Which no one did, but he offers his opinion anyway since he's a King in every meaning of the word.
(That's not a delusion of grandeur, or anything.)]
Seems pretty straight forward to me. But I think most people here like touching others? I know I do. Not saying that it's wrong or anything, I just thought maybe you might have more than just that.
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That's not really... [--Whatever. He gives it up with a sigh. He's shit at explaining, so he won't bother trying to correct what he had meant. Not that he really thinks he could.]
I dunno, what are you looking for? Like specific kinks? 'Cause I haven't really gotten gotten close enough to people here to get too crazy.
[...Actually, most of his lays here have been strongarmed by the resort, or just extremely casual, basic things to ward off a suit flare.]
I tried that masked place one time, but it didn't really go well.
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[The masked place, though? Kazuya has to think for a moment to know if he recognizes it, or if it might be one of those pop up places that occasionally show up and disappear just as fast. It takes him a moment, but he does seem to finally realize what Shinjiro is talking about.]
Oh! That anonymous sex club? I don't think I'd really be into that myself... I'd really prefer to... I don't know, know my partners? Know who they are?
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Yeah, it... was a weird time, the first month or two here. [And being on month three or four isn't much easier, but he's at least more used to it.] And with the whole 'dying' thing back home, it's not like I really wanted to get too attached.
[Still doesn't think he wants to? Maybe? But it's happening anyway, it seems, even if not romantically. It's complicated. He shrugs again.]
But more than just 'touching people' it's like... I dunno, all the different things. When people bite or grab too hard or something or start losing it and shaking a bit... Which. yeah that's probably pretty normal.
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Got roped into sucking off a gun one time? Evoker, really. Embarrassing as hell, but it wasn't bad. [yeah he was into the whole 'fucking with a gun to his head']
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It's really just a matter of time.]
Wait, Evokers are guns? I've never actually seen one... How is that supposed to help you summon your demon?
[Like, he sort of understands that Naoya digitized magic rituals to stick demons in a COMP, but... If Evokers are gun-like enough... How would that make them summon them? Do they just... Shoot and out comes a demon?]
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[Makes sense, since hers makes her play fuck-roulette. Shinji is hoping the side effects from his own are just a one time thing.]
It's not easy to summon a Persona. It takes a certain... I dunno, mental space?
[where's Mitsuru to explain things like plumes of dusk and shit.]
They're part of us, like I said before. But in a way you can't ever turn from. And it's easiest to see yourself the most clearly when you're about to die.
[He lifts his hand up in the classic 'gun' gesture, right to his own temple. It rests for a moment, but then he flicks the hand as if mimicing the recoil of a shot.]
So we shoot ourselves. They don't have bullets in 'em, but they're made of some kind of occult shit I don't really remember the details on. But it works, and it's more reliable and safer than trying to force it.
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