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Post by Kazuki on Dec 10, 2023 9:59:20 GMT 9
The Glaceon was quick to notice the oncoming attack. Like before, it slammed its paws on the ice, unleashing artillery in the form of rapid-fire icicles. They tore past skin, feathers, and fur, shattering on the field.
GLACEON used ICE SHARD on KAZUKI, COMBUSKEN and PIGNITE! 9eCylM7H2d30 GLACEON is charging AOE BLIZZARD (2/3)!
“Same strategy! Pig, knock its leg!” Kazuki called, arms raised defensively, tattoos nicked and shredded by the shards as he surged forward. Tar streaked from the lacerations.
Pignite saluted, quickly making his way to the front lines. His footsteps pockmarked the snow. His body glowed a faint orange, smoke pouring from his nostrils in thick plumes. <Damn it.> He squinted to look through the fog, forced himself past the sensation of internal furnace going hog-wild. It was burning through his stamina.
PIGNITE used CORRUPTED TACKLE on GLACEON! 1d150 bonuses: rare (+10) + corrupted move (+5)
<Something’s wrong,> Combusken said, watching as Pignite struggled to aim for the massive leg in front of him. She could barely see his silhouette.
Kazuki clicked his tongue. Pignite had failed to deal substantial damage; he hadn’t even gotten the Glaceon’s attention. “Keep moving. Aim for whatever you can reach— knock it off balance before it makes mincemeat out of the pig.”
<Got it,> Combusken nodded, assessing the massive Glaceon and settling for a point on its hip. A beat— before she launched off the floe, spinning in the air and raking it with her claws.
The Glaceon roared, voice finally heard through the gale. Its paws dragged across the snow, kicking up flurries as it resists the urge to topple over— but it’s enough to give Pignite the leeway to disengage.
COMBUSKEN used RECOIL! COMBUSKEN used CORRUPTED SLASH on GLACEON! 5d20 bonuses: rare (+10) + corrupted move (+5) + buffed (+10)
Kazuki cursed under his breath. He’d seen the hesitance and knew exactly why, recalling the arena match where Combusken nearly shot off the arena after losing control of her movements. Between Pignite’s excessive steam and the risk of Combusken’s frenzy, it was painfully apparent his team wasn’t how they performed the first time they challenged the Glaceon.
Fury blazed in his eyes as he skidded across the floe, fingers on his lips as he whistled, loud enough to pierce the air. The Glaceon hissed as it turned to him, white irises locking onto his small form, the air shifting as it prepared to attack.
Kazuki launched himself at it with abandon, his attacks primed for its face. There would be no holds barred.
He had to take it down, because if after all that his team wasn’t stronger, then what the hell were they? What was it all for?
KAZUKI used RECOIL! KAZUKI used CORRUPTED BARRAGE on GLACEON! 5d20 bonuses: very rare (+15) + corrupted move (+5) + buffed (+10)
GLACEON: 29/800 2d30·1d150·5d20·5d20
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Post by Kazuki on Dec 5, 2023 1:04:56 GMT 9
Kazuki groaned, pulling himself off the cracked surface of a fallen skyscraper. He rubbed his back, plucking out shards of glass, debris, and ferns from the overgrowth. He gave up about halfway since too much was already lodged into his exposed skin. The curse of voluntarily not wearing clothes.
At least his HP was back to full, and he had all his limbs, as expected. Kazuki froze in the middle of patting himself down.
He waved his hand. Checked his UI.
He frantically searched the area around, even diving briefly in the water, only to emerge, spitting out disgusting water and shaking like a dog.
“EGG,” he wheezed, hauling ass to the dunes, hopefully before Verai and his Zygarde were turned into omelets.
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Post by Kazuki on Dec 4, 2023 23:45:57 GMT 9
A switch was flipped. Verai tore him off, Kazuki’s nails scratching metal plating as he sputtered in protest. He’s knocked back as Miu bowled in-between them, every alarm firing—and though she’s acting precisely how he had planned, Kazuki couldn’t help resent it as Verai was out of reach, curled in on himself as if about to hurl on the grass.
“At the—the arena. From last time. With the Parasite,” Kazuki grit the words between his teeth, hands scrambling over Miu. He had the urge to push the absol away and reach for Verai, but knew better than to tempt it. He already had enough wounds.
“Do you believe me now? You have to believe me. I got that name when that fucking abomination was using my body—I couldn’t do anything, but I watched it all happen.” It was absurd. He didn’t know what happened with the texts that came after, but he can’t even fault them—it all sounds like bullshit.
His eyes searched Verai’s. “It went in, didn’t it? Your head, your—memories. I don’t know who Pheasant is, but the parasite said it knew him after it—after I touched you.”
He grimaced, prying his hands from the absol. Falling back to sit cross-legged on the grass.
When it matters most. A pretty corpse.
“He was someone important. Wasn’t he?”
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Post by Kazuki on Dec 4, 2023 23:45:08 GMT 9
And of course, once the initial danger had passed, Adarsa is quick to bounce back, snapping as if Atsushi’s extending an infinite well of patience.
It would be very easy to turn back, but there was always something charming about his bratty little tantrums.
“I bought you that stuff,” Atsushi raises a brow. “You really want them that badly, Ada? I can send them all to you, if you want.”
And it’s bitter, of course—recalling the gifts, the colorful feather dangling off an earring, a necklace of sapphires designed for an elegant throat—all carefully chosen by an absolute shmuck. But it’s liberating to admit that now he can pack them up and send them far, far away, and feel nothing about it.
“I just figured you didn’t want to keep them,” he shrugged. “They always ended up back at my place.” Just like you.
“See, Ada, when people want to keep something, they usually keep it close, somewhere safe. Not just, y’know, coming back to borrow it whenever it’s convenient.”
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Post by Kazuki on Dec 4, 2023 23:43:54 GMT 9
“Shit, thanks,” Kazuki grunted as Verai yanked him from his precarious position, relieved to land his ass on solid ground, even if that ground was currently stampeding across the dunes to collide with a wall. He lay the egg in his lap, eyes moving between Verai and the view around.
“I don’t know what it is, but—”
With a sharp burst of energy, Verai sank his sword into the gaps between the bricks—only for the bricks to clamp together, pinning the sword.
“—It’s pretty damn tough.”
His HP had already fallen to less than half. A wild encounter hasn’t hit this hard since the Dura-days.
“We’re going to get our asses handed.” He sounded giddy, twisting to look at the oncoming complex. “Let’s see how much we can fuck it up until then.”
He sank his hands into the bricks forming the creature’s turret, combining both the FIGHTER class’ innate strength and a SEISMIC TOSS to yank it like the horns of a rampaging bull.
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Post by Kazuki on Dec 4, 2023 23:41:52 GMT 9
His eyes were threatening to droop closed by the time the response came. Responses, rather. This kid—Silvermoon—yeah, that was a hell of a name, he could imagine himself making fun of it.
It’s at the mention of the ‘mural ghost monster’ that it finally clicked. “Huh. Damn,” Kazuki muttered, realizing just how long ago that was. Months. More than half a year, really—he’s amazed and a little disturbed that the kid even remembered.
Waffle yawned, stretching over his chest. <Pawzuki?>
“Hey, do you remember the kid from the cave?”
Waffle tilted his head. <Cave?> He looked down at his paws, focusing very hard. <Cave… Oh!> He grinned. <You mean the warm person who gave me my first hug?!>
Kazuki pursed his lips, staring at him. “Yeah. That one.”
The kitten began bouncing in circles on his chest. <Oh! I haven’t seen them in ages! Where are they? Can I see them? Can I get another hug? Let me at them! I’ve gotten super good!>
“At hugs.” Kazuki placed a hand on the sprigatito’s back to settle him. His eyes moved back to the chat window still filling with messages. He snorted, seeing the string of m’s and the immediate silence that followed. Right, that spineless brat—
I want to show you how much stronger I am.
Well, then.
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The sound of a fast travel teleport announced his arrival.
Kazuki stepped out of the light, eyes roving first over the arena—spacious; it reminded him of the underground cave of water he fought Verai in—before catching sight of the small figure hunched by the water’s edge.
<INCOMING!>
Waffle pounced off Kazuki’s shoulder, doing a fancy little flip in the air before landing in front of Silvermoon. He scampered up to them excitedly, tripping a little over the pesky vines sticking out of his coat, and heedless of the imposing Kintsugi by their side.
<It is you! Hi! Do you remember me?!> Waffle babbled, purring up a storm as his trainer sauntered over to join them.
“Well, this is familiar.” Kazuki stopped, arms crossed and eyeing them from above. He was already weighing them in his head. It didn’t seem like much had changed—save for the fancy billowing cloak and the guardian by their side. “You crying again, kid? Need another session with the cat?”
<My name is Waffle!>
Kazuki sighed. “Need another session with Waffle?”
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Post by Kazuki on Dec 4, 2023 23:39:47 GMT 9
“You are, pervert cat!” The guy calls from inside the closet.
Now, Kazuki isn’t exactly a nun, but he has never made someone put on a maid dress—against their will. (Though is it really still against his will if it’s a part of a deal for future crime—)
In any case, he needs to address the current issue: The costume isn’t fitting. Fitting comfortably, at least. More specifically, the game has spawned it to his size, but he has no idea how to put it on, and as he yanks the straps around his absurd avatar, he has to contend with the very real possibility of choking to death in the stupidest way possible.
After about a decade, the closet door cracks against the wall.
Kazuki emerges, walking very, very slowly, and with knees akimbo as if the entire lighthouse has been shoved up his ass.
“Why—” he hisses between his teeth “—are there heels?”
To his credit, he did wear them, and has learned that he’d rather endure hours of omoplata. The maid uniform stretches as if holding on for dear life, frilly apron skirt flouncing with every robotic step, ending above thigh garters. His beloved tattoos have basically disappeared with how red he’s become, flushing all the way to his hairline, where a frilly headband with sagging cat ears pokes out of the tangles.
He is scowling. It is the least cutest expression possible, as if he’s trying to will Tuesday to combust—or for himself to combust—through sheer willpower alone.
“You have five seconds to take the damn photo before all of this goes exploding off me, and then we’ll have bigger issues than your allegations.” He tries managing his temper and sanity by reminding himself that this is just an avatar—but only ends up shooting himself through his kitten heels because he had made said avatar exactly like his real face.
If he sees a mirror, it will be an OHKO.
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Post by Kazuki on Dec 4, 2023 23:38:38 GMT 9
He slams hard into the marble steps, tiles crunching under the impact. A roar of frustration as his eyes dart for his target, Kazuki twisting to glower where M'Foxy reappears—still spouting words that make no sense; words that didn’t feel as if they were meant for him.
His answer is another round of electricity weaving violently over his skin, Kazuki rearing back as if to pounce Theron a second time—
Then Yuze finally makes his stand, rising from the pews, avatar shifting, molding, ripping into a form more beast than man. The acrid environment takes a palpable viscosity, Parasitic auras overlapping and melding into one. The wooden pews rot. The marble crumbles, moss crawling between the gaps to turn the church into even more of a ruin; a shell of its former self.
“Bite me and I will crush your skull like a walnut,” Kazuki hisses, like an animal cornered, hunched and tensed where he stands in equal paces from both threats—the last human present and in control.
In control.
“You wanna talk? You want something to chew on?” Kazuki straightens, cracking his neck, snarling at the two. “Here’s a fact for your dumb little experiment: Parasites are nothing more than a mechanic.”
He drags a hand over the laceration on his bicep—his wounds having continued bleeding quietly, thick and disgusting where the essence drags down his skin. He flicks the tar off his hand, painting the marble. “The only reason either of you shitheads are in the pilot seat is because you’re useful. You’re interesting—but make no mistake, once your gimmicks get too fucking annoying, your players can just unequip you and you’ll be nothing.”
The smile that stretches over his features is sharp—ugly. He may not be able to kill them in a way that matters, but they can still die, and that’s what sets them apart from their vessels. “Maybe that’s why mine hasn’t said a damn word for ages now, and won’t ever again.” His eyes slid over to Theron. “Because the gross bastard knows it should be scared.”
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Post by Kazuki on Dec 4, 2023 11:01:27 GMT 9
The (volley)ball was sent careening back to their court, along with about a truckfull of pocket sand because the princess didn’t have manners—to which Kazuki delights, for he is a bitch, only for his entire side of the court to get drenched by a sudden water gun and turn both him and Pignite into thanksgiving roasts, which he delights comparatively less.
“FOUL!” Kazuki called, knowing jack shit about volleyball and instead referring to REN and Muin directly. As the hoard of exploding voltorb balls was deemed inadequate, another level was opened—revealing a Takeshi’s Castle obstacle course littered with walking yarn balls.
“Those are choking hazards,” Kazuki grimaced, recalling that time his dobermann tried to eat one of those curated slimes Ren kept ordering. Even if Zamazenta and Zacian were all-powerful god-royal dogs, Kazuki dreaded the idea of letting them clamp their jaws around the Tarountulas.
He tossed out his Dragonite: his dragonair having recently evolved during training. The dragon wasn’t as imposing as he expected—or it shouldn’t have been, had the Parasite effect not reduced it to a walking corpse. Now she looked like a Barney The Dinosaur statue from an abandoned waterpark.
“Get ready to heal the dogs, don’t let them choke,” Kazuki instructed, much to the surprise of Dragonite, who was anticipating arson.
Kazuki pointed at Muin. “Oh, and when you land to rest, sit on him.”
Ah, so it was attempted battery.
DRAGONITE USED ROOST! PROMPT (#23): [Tower]ZeGmKha41-50 1-50
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Post by Kazuki on Dec 1, 2023 23:33:15 GMT 9
#s://b~l3n~co/i/mP4X71~png He’s in the middle of his ’artistic crisis’ when the screech of a toddler pushed through the vocal chords of a kitten assailed his ears. Waffle immediately joined the effort to shatter his ear drums—<KITTEEEENN!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!>—rapidly flailing his tiny limbs in the air as he swam to his best friend.
“Ah, shit—hey, hey! Mind the paint cans!” Kazuki chased the litten around, barely managing to peel her off the wall after she slapped her mark onto his masterpiece-to-be. Two vibrant orange paw prints now lay at the foot of the storm. “Oh, goddamn it.” He looked around for white paint, only for Waffle to dive in and grab Kitten by the scruff, plucking her into the air using the anti-gravity bubble.
Pandemonium ensued Benny Hill-style as Kazuki chased the floating cats, trying to cover their mess with speed art. With every splatter of lime green and loop-de-loop of tangerine orange, a streak of black swooped in, trying to form shape, trying to make it look deliberate.
The sound of a newcomer breaks him out of his painting frenzy. As he turned to face ozone, a splatter of paint smacked the side of his face, followed by the sound of giggling kitties.
Kazuki hissed, squinting down at the stranger—and recognizing him. “You’re the fancy bastard from the race!” he said, pointing a brush drooling black paint. And what he said irked him, really— despite having been in a creative rut just moments ago. He barely knew the guy, and he had the balls to make an art request? And even worse, the mural he made of the Queen’s sentient neck pillows was pretty damn clean, the pinks and soft round shapes complimenting the dreamy palace.
“Oh, you are on, motherfucker!” Kazuki growled, before assaulting the rest of the wall, fueled by nonexistent competition.
CATASTROPHE by Kazuki, Waffle, and Kitten
It’s a good while before he’s finished. Kazuki stepped back, smug as he turned to ozone and jabbed his thumb at the bastardized wall. “Eat it, draco-bitch.” Where, out of all the blood poured, his point of pride was the tiny stickman with long hair and glowing blue horns being vaporized. He’s fairly sure the guy wasn’t even in the raid. He didn’t care.
<I want a bath!> Waffle mewled. He and Kitten were tucked under Kazuki’s arms like fresh AMZN packages, all three of them stained with drying paint.
“Later. Let’s go to Ver.” To his dismay, the man had wandered off which—considering he couldn’t really enjoy the murals—was fair.
They find him in a dusty old nook full of books and scrolls. People were hunched over desks, writing prayers with quills and pens. The sharp scent of paint and turpentine would hit Verai first, followed by a shadow over his shoulder, and a peck on his cheek.
“Yo. You missed the kids’ paw-painting session.” The words were said in a grimace, Waffle giggling, remorseless. Kazuki eyed the pedestal that had manifested before the man, the words engraved atop it, signed with Verai’s name. “You made a tanka?”
A few seconds elapsed in silence as he read, chin resting on Verai’s shoulder, cats still wiggling under his arms, probably staining the pretty patterns on Verai’s kimono. The words flowed easily in his head in a measured beat.
“… Sap. ‘Course you would.” His eyes lingered on the title. “Funny. You kicked it off with a tanka, and now you’re capping it with one.” He detached himself from the man, shoving the cats on him, and began dragging him back to the banquet. “Come on, let’s get something to eat. I’ll tell you about the mural.”
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Post by Kazuki on Nov 28, 2023 21:26:16 GMT 9
Glaceon - Easy HP: 800 HP MOVES: Ice attacks (Ice Fang, Ice Shard, Blizzard etc.) and Normal attacks (Quick Attack, Swift, Double-Edge etc.) WEAKNESSES: Fire, Fighting, Steel, and Rock (+20 damage to Glaceon). LOCATION: A moving ice floe, where chunks of ice crash together and break apart as they drift down a half-frozen river. BONUS PROMPT: Describe yourself using your surroundings for a +5 to either offense of defense. (e.g. Jumping to another piece of ice, sliding out of the way on the slippery surface).
TACTICS- Each post Glaceon will attack, dealing 2d30 damage (+20 for Super Effective hits) to each of the trainer's Pokemon.
- Glaceon has no preference between Tank/Sweeper/Support enemies.
- Glaceon starts the battle charging a 3d50 AoE Blizzard. This attack can be Disrupted and will unleash after 3 posts, hitting all players.
- After the first Blizzard has hit all players, Glaceon starts charging a 4d50 Blizzard, which is unleashed after 2 posts.
- Glaceon's Blizzards can be Disrupted on the post they start charging and every post up to and including the post they hit.
- On a turn a player is hit by Blizzard, they are not hit by Glaceon's basic attacks.
REWARD
- The reward for beating Easy Glaceon is the Pokemon Glaceon (Rare)!
or +5 Arena Points! - The Arena Buff for losing to to Colossal Glaceon is an Ice Heal (Reduce the damage your Pokemon takes from one Ice attack by 30).
“And this is meant to help me… how?”
The arena was a familiar one: massive ice floes on an infinitely stretching river; in the distance, a gargantuan Glaceon slowly padding through the howling wind.
Kazuki clicked his tongue, trying to keep warm by assaulting a rock with fire attacks. His pokemon were beside him, the same duo of Pignite and Combusken, changed. They stood straight in the gale, knowing how to plant their feet in the snow. Their corruption wafted from their bodies like smoke.
“Data collection,” Saint scribbled into what appeared to be an old tome with a thick cover—his player journal. A small device in his palm was beeping loudly, screeching as he held it in Kazuki’s direction. “The Corruption Tracker, your UI, and your team confirm you’re afflicted, but I can’t observe the extent of the Parasite symptoms unless it’s active.” He stuck out his tongue, scratching his temple with a pencil, sighing. “This would be easier if I had the full picture, observed your infection through the stages. Are you sure there isn’t anyone who fits the bill?”
Kazuki paused, arm outstretched. A fireball shattered a stone and melted the frost around it.
“We aren’t involving him in this.”
Saint blinked. “But—”
Kazuki turned around, and the look on his face was enough to have Saint flinch behind his journal, holding it up like a bulwark. “Okay! Okay, we won’t involve… whoever that is.” He sighed, eyes flicking back to the Glaceon in the distance. “But I’ll need a lot of new data to make any conclusions. I’ll cover for your injuries.” His popplio stuck his head out from behind his legs, honking as he salutes. Healer on duty!
Kazuki scoffed. “This’ll last like five minutes.”
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Post by Kazuki on Nov 23, 2023 15:42:00 GMT 9
Goddamn, why hadn’t he thought this sooner? Kazuki had spent all this time trying to figure out how to appease a worm when he could’ve just gone back to the tower and—well, asked one. Or maybe the egg could get a kick out of seeing its extended family.
“Snake, get these out of the way.” Kazuki snapped his fingers, pointing at the birdy dance parties. The Zygarde egg was tucked under his arm, ice cold to the fire moves on display. He wouldn’t be able to find any prospective worms to interview or observe for parenting tips until he got through.
Steelix blinked, staring between his trainer and the fierce display of feathered fandango. Lacking the proper appendages for that arm movements, he settled with hopping and wiggling viciously.
It didn’t quite convey his passion, but it did flatten the herd.
STEELIX USED TAP DANCE! NEXT PROMPT (27): [Tower]9d4iQfXc1-50 1-50
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Post by Kazuki on Nov 18, 2023 5:38:52 GMT 9
#s://a~l3n~co/i/qo9OUC~png Ren grinned, unsurprised— undeterred. They slapped their little visor back down and strolled into the room as if they owned it— and they did.
It was hours later when Atsushi opened his eyes, groaning as he looked over from where he lay, finding the rest of the room empty. He swatted for his phone on the nightstand.
lol good morning sleeping nasty, im guessing u didnt shower before ur tantrum nap? Ren it’s the middle of the goddamn night, get back here ur not my dad bitch!!! besides im at bria’s room playing mario kart and having an actual challenge
Atsushi paused, hand tightening around his phone for a moment.
You’re with the Miyagawas? his first names tarou btw 💖 LMAO u jealous bitch calm down besides i have the spare card and i know ur too stuck up to carry out that threat properly 🙄 love u too bb 🤞 anyway hows about u go to the top floor? the spa’s 24hr and they got a hydropool still got 69 laps to finish. also call room service and have them replace the sheets while ur gone, dont just let ur gross man sweat ferment in the room
Atsushi rolled his eyes, and then rolled off the bed to nab some spare clothes.
Regardless of what anyone might say, Ren was a goddamn saint, so the first thing they did once Tarou allowed them to infest the room was cause havoc.
“I AM THE DRIFT KING!” They screeched, crashing their shoulder against Bria as they slammed the buttons of their Joy-Cons, Mario Kart blasting on the large mounted TV screen.
“Damn, Bria, did college make you slack? You’re getting your ass handed to you by Baby Daisy,” they laughed— loudly, obnoxiously loud. They doubled their volume by dragging Bria into it, cajoling and provoking her into competition after competition—
All to ensure Tarou would not get a single opportunity to sleep.
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Post by Kazuki on Nov 18, 2023 5:35:18 GMT 9
He hears Verai shuffle against the grass, approaching. He’s about to tell him to stay away when he’s pulled off the ground— Kazuki sputtering in protest, Sprigatito hopping off his chest—and is held.
Kazuki tenses. His whole body freezes— partially because of the pain; his wounds— and mostly because it’s— Verai.
“What the fuck are you…” His hands scramble over the man’s back, weakly trying to yank him off, but Verai is holding on tight. His words— always so infuriatingly earnest. It makes Kazuki want to scream; spurs an instinct to tear apart the veneer— to prove there is one at all.
His fingers scramble over pristine metal, hopeless to damage it— at best staining with the tar pouring from his wounds. And even this just drops down, easy to be washed away.
Kazuki grumbles, words muttered into the junction between Verai’s neck and shoulder. “Since when were you touchy?” He slumps against him, sinks into the hold and lets it contain him wholly.
For a little while, he allows this, staying uncharacteristically quiet as he looks off to a point past Verai. And then he grabs his shoulders, prying him off so he can meet his eyes.
“Why the hell didn’t you want to talk about the arena?” They’ve been putting it off since. He visited him to deliver Miu and not once had they mentioned it, swept it just like the rest of the incidents.
His nails dig futilely into metal. “Who is Pheasant?”
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Post by Kazuki on Nov 18, 2023 5:33:44 GMT 9
Kazuki snorted at the innuendo. “Yeah, sure, my sword. Glad you got a handle on that.” Hands slid across the metal of his vambraces, Kazuki leaning up to—
—be met with a sword.
He drew back, blinking as the Honedge obediently floated itself into his hand. “What— you actually got me a sword?! My birthday isn’t until March!” Right, it was like the dual swords Verai often wielded— a younger version.
The Honedge didn’t react as he took hold of it, its single eye gazing blankly forwards. As his hands closed around its hilt, the ribbon moved to wrap around his wrist. The Honedge’s eye slowly shut.
“I’m amazed.” It weighed perfectly. He lifted it with no issue. “After all I’ve done, all the shit you’ve seen me pull—”
The blade was turned to Verai’s throat. “And you’d just hand me a weapon,” Kazuki laughed, grinning sharp and wide.
His other hand moved to take Verai’s shoulder. “You’re ridiculous.” He pulled to close their distance, stopping a breath away, in soft and quiet words—“Thank you.”
Behind them, screaming in delight, Waffle and Kitten wrestling for dominance. <Never!!!!> he roared, trying to fight for his ear’s freedom. Through the dim light, the pervading scent of storm, the clearing in the Steppe was peaceful— the air filled with laughter as Kazuki kissed the man who continued to give and give, more than he ever needed to.
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