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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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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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[So sheesh. Simmer down, dude.]
But if you want me to go, then I will. Say it again, and I'll leave.
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You're just going to keep doing that. Stomping on any flicker of emotion because you know so much better than me. Because you get to stay calm and "rationale" and tell me I'm being an idiot.
[He doesn't tell Kazuya to leave, but he sounds pretty defeated.]
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[ In that he keeps saying and doing things to try and get a rise out of Kazuya, and now that he quips back with a rude remark, he plays victim. ]
Especially if you thought I was going to just stand there and take you being an asshole to me forever. I have no reason to be an asshole to you unless you're one to me first. And calling me here to gloat, whether its because you truly wanted company or not, is a dick move.
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[He curls his lip. Someone clear has... a lot of issues.]
Leave, if that's what you want. See if I stop you.
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Look, I'm happy for you, really, happy that you're out of the shit room you were in, but I'm not about to take you rubbing it into my face that you're out of there and I'm still in a marginally-better-but-still-horrible room.
[And he doesn't want to leave, so he's not. For some reason, he likes Akechi, even if he's being an asshole half the time.]
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[Akechi rounds on Kazuya suddenly, grabbing his collar and shoving him against the wall. Kazuya could likely dodge or break free if he wanted to, but it's clearly just a a petty burst of aggression and attempt to gain control. ]
Why do you still bother with me?
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[And that's fine. Even as Akechi rounds on him, shoves him hard enough against the wall that his eyes flicker from blue to red in an instant without him aware of it. It's an instinctual warning, that if Akechi continues to be rough with him, Kazuya will be just as, if not more so back. ]
So if you don't want me here, tell me to leave again and mean it, and I'll be gone.
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...Eventually, though, he lets go, and turns away. He goes over to the couch and crawls into it.]
I want to be alone.
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Fine. When you're in a better mood, maybe we'll actually get somewhere.
[ His eyes blink black to blue as Akechi gives up, but it's within the next breath that Kazuya is in fact gone, just as he said he'd be. ]
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