The Calm Winds

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Simon Volkner

Whose up for a bad time?​

Eloquence, sanctum, entropy, pause...repeat, dance again. Bagged eyes, iris narrowed, drips of coffee falling into well finished mug. The smooth notes casually strode above the wooden surface, dragging their tips against the smooth walls. Step one, step two, step one, pause. Blinking, a light sigh emerged from within his grinning maw; today was going to be one of those days it seemed...a smooth jazz morning. The entirety of his body had been enveloped by the stylings of such an elegant masterpiece like this. Woke up snapping, spend the day snapping, go to sleep snapping; such was the jazz way.

Rustling out of his cotton sheets, he strolled over towards the record player. "Good morning, my love. Come to greet me this morning with a kiss?" At that particular moment, another track had begun playing; a light sigh of satisfaction as he seemed to loosen up from the sound alone. "Ahh.. your warmth knows no bounds." Snapping his fingers to the melody, he proceeded to grab his cup o'joe as promised and throw on his coat. "I wonder what kind of sham I'll meet today!"

After the time spent with Ra, Simon had almost begun to to believe the truth so many attempted to force feed him prior. Maybe these "Gods" were everything they cracked up to be, not just some glorified human with a praise fetish. Of course, upon bearing the tragic incident of losing a child during Zeus' tantrum, he was more than convinced that gods were an unnecessary destruction in this world. Ra managed to inspire him enough to work with him, he even joined his cause and accepted being a cattle...However, all of that was lost when Ra up and disappeared on Simon and his brother.

"See? What'd I tell you, Zazue?" He remembers saying to his younger brother. "Disgusting, egotistical, perverse, cynical, remorseless, careless wastes of human space." Following this, he and his brother had decided to go their separate ways. Zazue was considering joining under a different familia and Simon had no intention of being a part of any of it. It'd been a good length of time since then and Simon had been taking it easy for the general duration. Taking on those same old odd jobs he had been up until the discovery of one particularly intriguing "God".

"Susano'o, was it?" Heading out of the door, he slid his hands into his pockets and assumed the usual grin. "..Sounds like a good time."

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"I'm gunna take a stab in the dark here'n assume this is the place." Before him was a gargantuan shrine; at least, larger by comparison to his own humble abode. It seemed he was the first to arrive, spotting the "God" in the distance. He knew one thing for sure, this man certainly exuded a more confident aura than his previous God. Simon was a man of business at the end of the day, he saw familias as no more than contracts; a "you scratch my back and I scratch yours" kind of transaction. Hopefully, after getting to speak with the man, he'd understand his point of view.

"The sun is shining." He gazes at the beautiful painting plastered across their blank canvas of a sky "The birds are chirping." He continued speaking to the eerie yet seemingly approachable man "Its days like these, the best kind of deals are made." Sitting down, he took a sip of his coffee whilst keeping his other hand in his pocket. "I'd suggest we shake but I know better than to trust a God." He chuckled "Last one I witnessed took down an entire city cuzza emotional distress, can you believe that guy?" Gaining a more serious tone, he looked around "Maybe we should wait for the other guy first, eh? Don't wanna start the party without em."

OOC

@Susano'o @Silius Nocte

Welp, let's get this started.

JAZZ MUSE

 

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Silius Nocte

" Every day, you do something and lose something. "​

As the sun broke free of the night, the various sounds of Orario City echoed through the air; vendors, people, and even animals seemed anxious at the sight of a new day. Though, in a rather lonely section of the city, there stood a sole Hybrid. Unlike the rest of the city's denizens, he was un-amused by the sudden appearance of the sun. Today would be like any other day – boring in every sense of the word. So, why should he get excited? The slums had nothing to offer in lieu of excitement; they were rather stagnant, and devoid of spiritual stimulus. Who would be happy to wake up to some shit like this?

His surroundings were bare, but the light did not neglect him – it shined down without prejudice. This caused him to shield his eyes, and even forced him to step into the shadows. He didn't hate sunshine, but he couldn't stand it so early in the morning. As such, he was quick to turn a blind eye – ignoring it as best as he could. The day had just begun, and he had already run the risk of going blind. Perhaps it would be better to seek shelter in the Upper Quarters, a section of the city not plagued by. . . boredom.

"I suppose, even in the light of the sun, one cannot escape the darkness the slums have to offer." The male spoke, his voice soft yet resilient. There was nobody around him, therefore he spoke to no one. Though, the lack of an audience did nothing to his disgust; his lips continued to part, forming words of negativity. "Curse this putrid land, for it has done absolutely nothing for me!" A spark ignited within him, his voice thickening as it turned from a whisper to a roar. He sure hated the slums, huh? It was quite a shame he was forced to stay – even if just for a bit longer.

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He was quick on his feet, but not quick enough to avoid the eyes of wandering beggars. He hated the slums, not for their lack of ambiance, but rather the people in it. If they had pushed themselves harder, they wouldn't necessarily be here. Then again, perhaps it was the demographics that should be to blame. The lack of a sound government usually leads to the self-destruction of the lower class. Though, who was this Hybrid to care? Oh, that's right. This Hybrid, existing as a Half-Elf / Half-Human, was a pariah – an outcast among both humans and elves. His disgust toward their society was indefinite, and thus anyone could assume he'd immediately curse their way of living; he was somewhat immature.

Though, he couldn't necessarily turn a blind eye toward the people who were much like himself. As such, whenever he ventured out from the slums, the adolescent opted to avoid the eyes of all – going completely unnoticed. Today, for some reason or another, he couldn't avoid the gazes of the starving beggars. This caused a fighter to light in the pit of his stomach, and triggered something akin to a gag reflex. He was egocentric, as well as high-handed, but he was also high-minded; he couldn't abandon those with the same outlook on life. He may not have much, but he could at least offer his assistance.

So, taking time out of his day, the hybrid offered to assist the beggars in acquiring food. He didn't have any on him, but he saw no harm in utilizing his skills to aid them in thievery. It was for a good cause, right?

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After exiting the slums, the Hybrid would make his way to the Upper Quarters. As he carried nothing but his trusty Silver Spear, he was rather quick in traversing the other sections of Orario City. Then again, he had grown up in the slums – he was use to taking back roads, as well as finding shortcuts. So, with what experience he had in traversing terrain, he was able to reach his destination relatively quickly. Though, lucky for him, there was no set time for his arrival; he was free to show up at any time.

"So, I hear there is this god ( Susano'o ) that's pretty hot around these parts, huh?" He'd say to himself, his gaze falling upon the elegance of the shrine that stood before him. In comparison to many of the buildings located in the slums, this shrine was relatively big – occupying a rather large area. The Hybrid had never seen something like this before, and thus he was rather taken by surprise. What kind of man could live here, he wondered.

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@Susano'o @Simon Volkner @Auryx Long-Thought
Heart of Sword ♪

 

Only Death Can Cure You Now - Liberate You, From That Wild Curiosity
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His eyes shot wide open - his breath held and his body abrasive. What hellish nightmare had he suffered through? He could remember only small fragments - memories almost with it's honest surrealism. He was running down the road to a small hut, but he had heard an odd noise; like stone being crumpled up. What was there was a snake-like beast, she was ripping up the stone with her teeth - laughing. He needed to get away, so he starts running, only to be tripped - as he falls, the ground falls from under him and plummets into a dark pit that stretches upwards, only to rip apart it's bottom and fold back over itself. He;'s thrown harder to the ground that's now above him.

Looking down the pit at him is a girl with piercing Sapphire eyes; he remembers those eyes and not her face because those eyes are like his own. Intense, honest - without the need for secrets. He wakes up as the dragon's maw opens above the hole as he's being thrown towards it. With an easing sigh, he relaxes for a moment . . .

"I suppose monsters can dream too." he said to himself, to an empty room, "Better make good on that search - that's today's plan."
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His only company was himself and his thoughts - had been that way for most of his life. Considerably less agitating, less effort to 'be social'. More time 'to think'. Here's to, maybe, showing some restraint when he was out and about.

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That didn't take long - only a few steps outside the door and here he was being looked down;' as if they were surprised to see someone like him in the Old City. It was the look in his eyes that got him in trouble, he could control his face flawlessly. His expression could be stoic, but people seemed to be able to 'feel' what he was thinking - how low he was thinking of them. They would sneer and hiss and fit at the sight of him.

'As always - unsurprising and undignified.', his thought was on his mind as he paced his way through the Upper Quarter. It would be no different there.
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Without fail, the same sort of whispers, "What was a Hybrid doing here?" He was a Hybrid. He was dressed in fine clothing, sporting a crude blade that was (more or less) maintained. His hair was long and well kept, his skin pale and unblemished; he could be antiquated beauty chiseled from the God's themselves - all of that mattered little, if all, to the very first fact. Being Half-and-Half told people you were an abomination, and while he was more fortunate than others in it's obviousness, some still had an uncanny ability to still know.

Being Half-Elf, he lacked the sharp ears - but the hunger to hate from these people; well, that's why it was uncanny. Was it through some kind of network that they knew? Was it only the lingering thought that he may be what they expected? This man of Long Thought wondered endlessly on things that did and didn't matter - if not for anything, to tease his mind into conclusion. Some sort of ill refined test 'to know' and to 'understand'. Curiosity was, after all, his weakness.

It was that very curiosity that was bringing him here to this place, among these people he found just as unsavory as they found him. About to socialize with people he would, more than likely, never socialize with. All of this only for the act of meeting this new God and 'to know' what kind of person he, to know if he was worthy for him to serve. If it would be just and aligned.

His patient observation of other 'Godly' candidates gave unfavorable results; too nice, too frivolous, too absorbed, and in one cased, too scared. His eye found her beautiful and lovely - the division was there, though, written in the stars. It was not meant to be. His hope - not logic - had a mild clutch to the idea that this God would convince him.

He worked better with purpose, a design.

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So, here he was arriving at this shrine, and he could see three individuals upon the shrine. One was outside - talking to himself, no less, and while he could make out his features from this distance, he could certainly hear what he said. He was more than tempted to turn around due to that 'strategic', yet god awful, pun. Curiosity won over, however - his will live had taken a critical strike, none the less.

The closer he approached, the more he could see with definition. The man who had just arrived - well, the Long Thought could tell he was only Half Man, more than likely. The Half-Elf was the most apparent part. This was living up to be quite an . . . improvised alignment. Two Hybrids were already on the doorstep of Susano'o; what other strange odds and ends would be attracted here.

He walked past the Hybrid and into the Shrine where he saw two other men sitting - one was instantly recognizable by the aura he exuded.Was it confidence or was it simply at ease? The closer he drew, the more he thought - but that was in his nature. He stopped for a moment and looked at the both - mulling over by which name to introduce himself. With his alias, or his given name? Perhaps he should change it up, somewhat - give a little faith and see what happens.

"My name is Auryx the Long Thought. I wonder if I have a place in your Familia."
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@Susano'o / @Silius Nocte / @Simon Volkner

 

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Simon Volkner

Whose up for a bad time?​

As expected, quite the band of merry men gathered round in the confides of the shrine. His eyes narrowed, watching each individual male enter as he'd analyze their general being from this alone. Whether it be joining a familia, searching for a party to enter the dungeon, or even accepting a quest. Simon made sure those around him could at least be trusted for the duration of the contract signed. In this case, these would be his permanent family members, so he was a tad bit more weary than usual.

Each man possessed a piercing gaze, exuding a confidence all of their very own while carrying themselves in a professional manner. They weren't entirely men you'd want to pal around with but they could certainly get the job done should it be asked of them; brothers in arms so to speak. He couldn't get a judge of the second man's character though. His blank stare, or rather, the massive wall he kept was so great even he couldn't get passed it. The first man, well, he was a man of conviction...Honor nearly bled from his pores.

"Looks like everyone's gathered here. If anyone else wants to turn up, I guess they'll just have to be caught up later or somethin'. Yeah, sure, let's get started." He stood up, his hands in his pockets as his menacingly wide smile plastered his visage behind the mask. "I'll go first, then. The name's Simon Volkner and I been doin' this adventuring thing for two-three years now." Now that the introductions were out of the way, it was time to move on to more pressing matters. Turning to Susano'o, he lifted his cup o' joe and took a healthy swig before beginning the drill.

"Just a few moments ago you said I'm soon to realize why you and Ra are different?" His face grew cold "How can that be? All of you are shams aren't cha? At least, most of you are anyway." His hands pressed together "Let me be clear here, I do not believe in Gods. These "familias" are no more than business transactions to me. I've got something you desire and you've got something I desire. Maybe even you having something I require and I possess skills that can aid you in some way. Regardless, all of you seem to be no more than humans with an ego problem."

He couldn't deny his bitterness towards Ra and what he'd done to he and Zazue, be that as it may, he was always interested in hearing what they had to say. "If we're all here to get stronger, you providing a place for us all to grow as adventurers? I'm down for the cause. However, I can get stronger just about anywhere; I chose you for a reason. What I mean by that is..." His fingers intertwine as he finishes in a low tone. "Give me that reason..And what else is there besides that? What do you seek to gain from us getting stronger? Simply not being forgotten? Or are you just like the rest; all bark and no bite."

OOC

@Susano'o @Silius Nocte @Auryx Long-Thought

Simon doesn't pull them punches.

JAZZ MUSE

 

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Silius Nocte

" Hiding my passionate, heartbroken self, I go on living in this short era. "​

Standing off to the side, the Hybrid began to release a sigh. As it would seem, he was not the only adventurer interested in Susano'o. Then again, why would he be? In comparison to most, he was rather egocentric and broody. He kept to himself, and only really helped those similar to himself. He was, put bluntly, an asshole. Though, he felt somewhat drawn to this particular god. Funny, considering he knew absolutely nothing about him.

"I should probably put this thing away, huh?" The hybrid would say to himself, looking toward his Silver Spear. He knew not why he brought it, but he felt obligated to put it away. Perhaps he could leave it outside, and pray that no one took it.

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As he removed his Silver Spear, he proceeded to spin it – testing his flexibility with the weapon. It had been some time since he last got to use it, and thus he felt obligated to give it a test run. Though, he was currently standing before a shrine belonging to Susano'o. As such, he couldn't exactly exercise his prowess with the weapon – he might cause unneeded damage to his surroundings. He was also sure that wielding a weapon in the presence of a god was some form of blasphemy. So, in hopes of not being charged with heresy, the Hybrid quickly sheathed his spear in the earth – removing it from his person.

"I wonder if everyone else just left their weapons behind?" The adolescent would ask himself, his gaze shifting between the foliage that blanketed the outside of the shrine. This place was truly beautiful, and he just couldn't bring himself to look away from it. Perhaps this was the reason why he fell behind the one known as Auryx the Long Thought – the Hybrid who'd immediately preceded him. Then again, it was pointless little detours like this that caused him to constantly be late. How many times would he become lost in thought, and neglect to finish his journey.

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After some time, the Hybrid chose to stand before the god. He stood with his arms behind his back, laced together via his fingers, with a relaxed expression upon his face. He hadn't said much since his arrival, but he felt the need to finally make his presence known. Though, given that Susano'o was a god, it was highly possible that he had already been acknowledged the second he infiltrated the Storm God's domain. As such, with little to no hesitation, the adolescent spoke his own name. If he wished for the god to recognize him, he'd have to begin with the basic formalities.

"I am Silius Nocte, my lord. I also wonder if I have a place in your Familia."

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"I don't know what kind of firms you've found yourself working for, but you seem to have the whole idea of a Familia wrong. In the name of Susano'o here, I'll be sure to educate you. So. . . why don't you sit down and listen?" Shedding his formal persona, turning to face Simon, the Hybrid began to growl. They hadn't been hear for more than an hour, and somebody was already beginning to run their mouth. Perhaps this was simply how those in the Upper Quarters operated. They took things for granted, and ran their mouth whenever they saw the opportunity. Then again, could they be held responsible for their ignorance? Probably not.

"A fool sees not the same tree as a wise man. You can look into a forest and see millions of spruces and oaks. . . but I doubt you'd immediately point out which was which. No contract is the same, just like how no business is the same. If you wish to compare a god to a business, then you'd be wise to remember that. Susano'o here operates differently than Ra, and I can assure you that their domains aren't even the same. So. . . where do you base your rash statements? Did someone hurt you in a past life? Did a god touch you inappropriately? You need to man up, and not judge a book by its cover. A god is offering you assistance simply by serving under them, and working in their name. You came here of your own accord. . . but you have nothing but negativity to spit. How putrid."

Adjusting the collar of his shirt, shifting his gaze back to Susano'o, the Hybrid proceeded to bow. He did not intend to speak with such poor manners, but there was nothing he could do at this point. He had spoken his mind, and only barely managed to stop before he began to ramble any further. There was a lot he wanted to say, but very little that pertained to the situation at hand. As one could conclude just from the little lecture he had just given. . . there was little reason to most of his statements.

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@Susano'o @Simon Volkner @Auryx Long-Thought
Heart of Sword ♪

 

Only Death Can Cure You Now - Liberate You, From That Wild Curiosity
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Auryx did not hesitate to take a seat when offered by the God Susano'o, ecstatic to have some coffee to drink. He had coffee every morning, at least a pot's worth. He bought coffee beans in bulk; grinding them up himself and experimenting with the best way to make a coffee that tasted exactly like chocolate without excessive use of sugar. He wasn't opposed to a Vanilla Latte though, not at all.

As he sat, he took note of two things; the first being the Hybrid outside. He was . . . playing with his Spear before he struck it to the ground. The second was something odd - it was a most curious feeling, familiar - yet somewhat unfamiliar. Was he being sized up? Evaluated would be far more accurate - he could feel the judgement as if it scrawled his skin by none other than the skeptic afar. I didn't bother him - in fact, the question that echoed in his mind was acute, simple.

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'Why?' raced through his mind, 'Keen to evaluation - he's looking for something; trying to see through me, it feels like.'​

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He would farce ignorance to it - to seem as if he didn't notice and listened to what Simon had to say. His thoughts on the idea of Familia - of the Gods, they weren't wrong. They weren't entirely true, either. Gods had complexes, even though they chose to come down to this world. Gods acted as if they would be fine without their Familia's, they wouldn't be. Gods acted as if their Familia's owed them something - obviously untrue, yet, they were, at the end of day a simple process.

They were a pact, an agreement, a contract without camaraderie. It was made on the hope/promise of one - where Adventurers could gain power, wisdom, fortune, renown; most importantly, people they could trust. Auryx braced as Silius introduced himself, penning in the phrase 'my lord' - these two would not mix. Here came the conflicting opinion - one emotionally charged and guided by an angry mind. He spoke with inconsistency - opposed both what was truth and falsity both with independent notion. Auryx was not one to use his Long Thought to assess the words of others - but this time was different. Did he not proclaim he was an educator?

"What an oddity." Auryx spoke in the aftermath of the passionate spout, "One man driven by a Business Model, another by his Emotion, and the third, by Black and White Logic." with only a glance between the two of them - he resumed with strictness - his eyes, unblinking, "Simon was not wrong to say Familia contracts are only that - contracts. He is not wrong to say a God can be deceptive, arrogant, and self-centered. You, Silius, were wrong in presuming how your new found God works. You know not his mind or method, yes? There, in lays, the Truth - half of which Simon hinted at. Those Familia Contracts are only contracts until given meaning - it is an agreement to give and take; to ascertain and sacrifice. You get what you want, the Gods get what they want in return - a symbiosis that develops beyond a mere contract. The contract is a foundation - one Susano'o will give us. How we, and he, go forth is how we will be convinced. Is trust not fundamental in both business and passion?"
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Auryx leaned back in his seat, looking to his left towards Susano'o, but didn't say anything. He hoped that, by what he had just said, told him all he needed to know about his conviction. That, when given the opportunity for a place in the Familia, he would attribute his will to the betterment of it enirely - with the steel of his blade, the intensity in his honest eyes, and logic of his Long Thought. That, over time, the Familia, and the God he served, would boast a claim far greater than merely a Familia and God.

 

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Jinsoku Kirā

"Hime Hime! Hime!! Suki Suki Daisuki!"​

Crowded with adventures and merchants alike; different voices muttered in harmony resounding in the center of Orario City. Today was just like any day for our performer Jinsoku Kirā. Early in the morning a crowd of “suckers” were immersed in the style of Jinsoku’s entertainment. Knife play was his means of keeping the audience amused. Assortments of knives lodged into the small crevices of the city concrete were used for stepping stones as our adventurer juggled a multitude of knives. Some showed concern for his safety due to his age; others bet on his life in hopes to see him fail. Positive or Negative audience Jinsoku was just elated that people stopped to watch his act.


A feminine shriek carried through the town bringing some unwanted attention. The shriek originated from a girl in the front row, fearing the sight of knives being thrown into the air. A sudden eerie silence fell in awe. The repercussions of a mere mistake to occur were high. With grace the young adolescent ascended high off the ground, following the path of his airborne weaponry. Spiraling in mid air his hands extended, esurient appendages connected with each handle in his proximity with a blur. With a ‘nail biting’ pause his body began to descend from high altitude. A sigh of relief erupted from her parted lips. Our nimble lad landed with such elegance upon a handle protruding out the ground; right leg left stiff in attempts to balance.


“Bravo, Encore.”


The crowd applauded but the performance was interrupted by the law of the land. Their huge mass caused the sea of people to split in twain. Accustomed to this predicament Jinsoku collected his scattered knives with an eager giggle. The hunt was on. In the midst of fleeing he retrieved his top hat filled with money at his side. “Hope you enjoyed the show.” His innocent smile was ear to ear as a hand busy with knives waved goodbye.


Pit-a-Pat


“We won’t let you escape this time.” Yelled the men who weren’t virgins to this daily bit they do. Once adjusted properly, knives placed beneath his fabrics, his speed ascended to peak potential. Jinsoku was flooded with the brief feeling of euphoria. His giddy laughter taunted the assailants that began to fall behind. Being the bizarre and impulsive child he was he began to sing aloud freely.

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Lovely chance~
It’s Pettanko-chan!

Lovely chance~
It’s Pettanko-chan!

Young girls have no worries? That’s just not true!
We have problems that matter, too!
Have my feelings reached you yet? Hey!
Tell me now, did they?
Not yet? There’s no way!

You can say anything’s impossible, and brush it off after a glance
But I still believe there’s a chance
That my heart and feelings are real

Breathlessly turn the page of this story
As I unleash this power that’s hidden within me
On this new route, not inside the guide
We’ll unlock strength we’ve hidden inside
Let’s go! Metamorphosis change!

Princess, princess, princess
I love you! I love you so much!
Princess, princess
Bright as the stars above
As long as I have my friends by my side,
I will fight with true might

Princess, princess, princess
I love you! I love you so much!
Princess, princess
Bright as the stars above
Even if I can’t find a spell to make them grow,
I’m a princess anyway
The Princess Hime!

Princess, princess, fight on!
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After coming back to reality after his princess interlude he took note of his surroundings. Where were the people chasing him? Where was he? Through his eyes all those worries meant nothing, embracing the beauty of the environment. A steady gale lingered near the overpass, carrying a heavy distinct aroma. His nose twitched staring in the general direction of the unique scent. A shrine towered over him, breaking his neck to gather in the sights of the land. How did he not notice this at first? Curiosity pulled him up the steps. His hands couldn’t be tamed, feeling the statues and breaking valuables accidentally along the way. Reaching the pinnacle he noticed a group of people roughly around his age if not older, not including the peculiar individual that held such high class and pride. Ignorant to the situation Jinsoku barged into their conversation and home without wavering.

“OHAYO GOZAIMASU!!!” His squeal trailed along with the breeze, resounding in the bare land sure to interrupt their discussion.

OOC

Become a princess and fight with me~ FIGHT ON!

 

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He who walks upon broken glass - for a bloody path leads to honor and glory: Déclin Rive

The small shimmer in the distance, that which would signify the arrival of the one and only Déclin would be told even by the bountiful sun. Walking along the path that led up towards the shrine of the deity known as Susano'o- whom Déclin had shown a great interest in as of recently; although this was mostly due to the fact that he hadn't seen anything of interest from where he had been sniffing about- so to say.

Yet another shimmer of light bounced off of his simple and scratched breastplate, miniature scars littering the faded metal, the weeping rough edges crying out to be mended and cared for as they had been at birth. The gnarled wood ground against his right shoulder blade- which was always slightly uncomfortable due to the manner in which the armor set.

Underneath the shoddy second-hand breastplate rested a simple bit of cloth, dyed black and held close against his form- a breathable and sleek material which would allow for the proper flow of heat, the breeze which flowed throughout reminding him of just what he would be dealing with should he ever acquire a full set of armor which was intended for his style of combat. With a short hop in his step, he would drop down the slight ridge that was formed at the edge of the path, slowly pacing himself to something a bit faster than the common walking speed. With this pace being set, he would trail himself down the path- and onward towards the group of people whom stood mere meters away from him.

A short and habitual grasp upon the handle of his club would welcome the sun-basked and worn out wood upon his hand, the contact being almost comforting in nature. His only real means of attack- aside from his own body- was the massive club which rested upon a catch on his shoulder blade; the actual item which held the weight of said club was a massive 'bowl' shaped to fit the end of his equipment made out of hardened leather and iron studs. The weapon itself was very literally a large branch with a handle carved in at one side which was almost the same size as Déclin himself. Said branch's size would leave the handle at about three inches above the crown of his head.

The simple leather boots that covered his feet would finish off the basic black clothing that was donned; even a slight contrast to the lovely beige color of the weapon upon his back and the stark iron grey of his armor. Chestnut orbs would flicker about the scene before him as his ears curled at the shrieking greeting being sent out from a slender male that rested between himself and the other members of the little party. having halted his pace at the sound of the mind-scrambling shriek, he resumed walking once more to set himself about a yard behind the source of that rather irritating projection of a welcome.

Leaving himself to sit at the edge, he would give a small wave as a form of greeting to those who acknowledged his welcome, before standing in silence until he heard something in the conversation that interested or pertained to him. Not one to just force himself upon a group- unlike some people.

 

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The Start Of A New Adventure

"Whatever, fuck this place." A male that stood 6'2" can be seen kicking the door open of a tavern to leave as screams can be heard coming from within cursing his name. "F*CK YOU AUGUST!" "YOU THINK YOU TOUGH SH*T BUT YOU WONT COME SAY IT TO M-" Upon hearing this particular sentence August would turn his head back towards the entrance as the doors were still opened from being previously kicked, eyeing the perpetrator who said those words. "I won't what?" He fully turned his body around as killing intent rose from his being, "Kid... If I were you, you better use this opportunity to allow me to walk away on my on free will instead of angering me further..." After saying this the previously loud cursing within the tavern instantly came to a halt. August's eyes were squinted as anger flashed through them. After what seemed like 10 minutes had passed, August would suck his teeth, turn his body around and kept it pushin'. "Pathetic."

With this began the start of a new adventure for our young lad, August. He was currently in the city of Orario trying to find more information about the location of the Gods he have been hearing about but every time he would try to seek information about it in places such as that tavern he was just in, things would turn hostile. Can't really fault him, most of the people in this city had an attitude and August wasn't scared to give that same attitude right back at them. That's how it always was and that's how it'll remain for him. A simple man he is. But with that nature of his, he came up with no results and was ready to call his information gathering for today to a close. But that was until, something in particular caught his eye in the far distance.

The place that caught his eyes had a majestic aura to it. With different colored uniquely shaped trees decorating the exterior of it his eyes were in awe. Comparing this to the rest of the city, everything else seemed dull. August turned to a young lady and called out to her, "Excuse me, Miss. That place over there, what is it?" August spoke with curiosity as he raised his finger towards the direction of it. The female turned to the location August pointed at and turned back to him in bewilderment. "You don't know about the Shrine of the God Susano'o? You must be new here." She said with a small chuckle and kept walking after stopping for a brief moment. "A God... Finally.." August smiled slightly and instantly walked towards it with great stride.

August stood at the entrance of the shrine of Susano'o as his eyes swept the entire canvas. He seen six different bodies that emitted different auras. As his eyes came upon Susano'o himself, his eyes came to a halt as it was obvious the aura he emitted was almost a hundred times greater than the ones that surrounded him. This must be him.

Everyone appeared to have taken a seat and was in the middle of a discussion. In front of a God himself August wouldn't dare to keep his arrogance. In a low voice, he spoke directly to the Susano'o "Pardon my intrusion, my name is August. A simple man whose only wish at this point is to grow stronger and reach the deeper levels of the dungeons for my own selfish goals. As I may be selfish, I am not a foolish man. I know I wouldn't be able to accomplish it on my own." As he said his line he pulled his lips back as he publicly announced his own faults in front of the group of people as his eyes had signs of defeat. "But I ask of you if you have a place for me in your family. I will fight only in your name and your honor. Soon enough even the Gods would feel pressure under the mere mention of your name!" As he finished this statement, his voice became louder as his eyes instantly underwent a change and shown determination.

 

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Simon Volkner

Whose up for a bad time?​

For one husk of flesh to be so overwhelmed but the plethora of emotions, each with their own vast cavern of responses was beyond fathomable. If they were to represent the colors of the rainbow? Each and every color would be vibrant, illuminating-- and not in a good way. To cycle through the chain of events, one would first have to travel back to the starting point of such chaos; the arrival of Silius Nocte.

Simon's eyebrows furrowed in response to the young man's over-confident, cocky, and egotistic aura. When asked to sit down, his hands slowly began to slide out of his pocket as he spoke in an aggravated tone. "What's this?..You must be lookin' for a bad time, huh?" The youth knew not what trouble he faced, a light blue hue beginning to emit from his right palm as he continued to listen to his words. As Silius had finished, Simon took a step toward the boy and began his retort.

"Listen here, Sunshine & Sprinkles. Worm's like you are only good for one thing . . " His eyes narrowed " Getting stomped on in the dirt where you belong." A masked smile broke across his visage "If you'd like, kid, I certainly don't mind being the foot that puts you in your pla--" Suddenly, the more commanding of the two stepped forward and began to speak. Still agitated by Silius, he paused momentarily to hear what Auryx had to say.

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"Now that's what I'm talking about." His aggressive demeanor seemed to fade away for the most part, patting Auryx's left shoulder and shaking his head from left to right. "I tell you, pal, these kids just don't understand." A snirk, smirk, and nod towards Silius' direction. "Next time, why dontcha leave it to the grown ups to talk?" Regardless of male's actual age, he would still refer to him as a child. This, resulted from his judge of character he'd been so well known for. "Now then, as I was say--"

"OHAIYO GOZAIMASU!!!!"

Simon's body froze, his eyes and hands twitching as he watched the freak child in awe. "Clowns? Really? We're bringing clowns into the familia? What are you even doin' here, kid? You don't look more than 17, 18. Go get yourself some education, do things that little boys do." Next was the man currently known as "Silent Knight". He didn't really have much to say to him aside from a few bits and pieces of lighthearted humor. "The meeting started at least thirty minutes ago, guys. What are we doin' right now?" From that, he could move on to the final participant of the meeting; August.

"Lookie here, folks...a rising star." Simon began to clap, his attention focused on August and his somewhat inspiring speech. " Seems we've got it all wrong here, ya know? We gotta be more like this guy." As his eyes narrowed he leaned in "Ripe for the ass kissin'". Giving way to a series of chuckles, he patted the young lad's back and continued to speak. "I only kid . . . kid. Don't take any offense to what I say." His eyes darted back to Silius "At least, you don't. Others feel free to take all the offense they desire." Now as good as the times were at this particular moment, literal seconds later they would all be faced with one terrifyingly nonchalant god...Susano'o have mercy.

Behind the god was a terrifyingly colossal beast under the guise of a samurai. It hadn't taken long for the sight to dissipate, however, Simon understood his intentions all too well. Just like Ra, he planned on showing a display of power to prove a point. He almost felt disappointed at his initial response. Then again, knowing what kind of a god he was, he decided to show a bit more patience and let it all play out.

Susano'o placed his hand on his shoulder, beginning to address his many questions while leaning in. Susano'o exuded an aura more command, dark, and somwhat sinister than the gathering of them combined. While he could admit, he was far more intimidated by someone like this than someone like Ra, his policy on how he viewed gods would not change. Thus, his emotions would not falter; even for a moment. "Is that right now?.." As Susano'o removed his hand from his shoulder, Simon was left to his thoughts while the god proceeded to address them all.

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Following the end of his speech, Simon couldn't be grinning any more widely. Susano'o gave a response that perfectly tuned towards his own desires. "Let me clear a few things up, Susano'o." His hands came out of his jacket pockets to now slide into his pants pockets "I told this to Ra and I'll tell this to you. I've never tell myself I can't at least try it once. With that in mind.. I've never killed a god before." He approached the "God" "You approach me with the power to sit with men and women matching if not surpassing your own strength?" He extended his hand towards the man "You got yourself a deal. In return, I'll use my own services to aid you in what ever way I can."

This...this was a transaction he could live with. He wasn't being spoken too with ignorance, he wasn't being spoken too with narcissism. Susano'o addressed him, on a personal level, and communicated in a way only he could understand. For this, he knew the man was beyond his qualifications. "All my questions were answered here." He grinned, his gaze now solely focused on the "God". "Just don't go crying to your godmother if I drive you through the pavement once that power is obtained. I don't appreciate the display of strength, pal." After giving him a lighthearted challenge, he awaited the answers of the other gathered me; his fate now officially decided.

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@Susano'o @Silius Nocte @Auryx Long-Thought @Jinsoku @Déclin Rive @August

Sans has joined the party.

 

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Silius Nocte

" The balance sheet of life is not perfect "​

Having chosen to partake in the argument with Simon, the young Hybrid growled in response to the human's ham-fisted attempt at provocation. Was he serious? Did he truly think he could beat Silius in a fight? The latter knew nothing of the man's power, but he was sure that his abilities paled in comparison to his own. As such, before Auryx took to interrupting them, the adolescent was all for exchanging blows with the Human. Though, doing so in the presence of Susano'o would make Silius seem ill-mannered – something he was not. Thus, he ceased his anger following the beginning of Auryx's statement.

He spoke in a manner that suggested favoritism, as most of his inclusion favored that of Simon's previous statement – insinuating that he too believed the contract between mortals and gods should be cross-examined as a business contract. This caused a sudden look of disgust to plague Silius' face. Was he going to be forced to team with such. . . money-grubbing assholes? He didn't care much for Orario City's demographics, and thus he couldn't begin to fathom their infatuation with business related terminology. A boy from the slums should remain a boy from the slums, for the excess bullshit of the world is but lost to him.

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"Ohayo Gozaimasu!!!"

Shoot me now, my lord! Silius immediately thought to himself, a slight shiver traversing down the outermost ridge of his spine. He had expected Susano'o to break up the argument, but was surprised when an obnoxious human took matters into his own hands. What was with this race? All they seemed to do, from Silius' point of view, was take up space. . . Yes — he was of human descent — but he'd never do something as profoundly stupid as these two had; one created a pointless argument in lieu of his own ideals, and the other simply. . . existed.

"You've got to be kidding me. . . " Silius would say to himself, his very breath tucked underneath his chin – a mutter of the utmost subtly. "What is with these people? Does the human race carry a 'shut the hell up and die, please' gene? Holy shit!" He'd continue on, his gaze shifting between Simon and Jinsoku. While he didn't know either of them, he assumed it would be virtually impossible to get along with them. Perhaps someone else would show up, and completely change the Hybrid's mood.

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As if on cue, a rather quiet-looking individual strolled into the shrine. He seemed to be a Knight, from what Silius could gather from his appearance, and held himself as such. Perhaps he'll be the voice of reason? Silius immediately thought to himself, his face still contorted from hearing Jinsoku speak. The sheer disgust he felt toward the man had caused a temporary shift in expression – one in which the Hybrid could not rid himself of without putting in some genuine effort. Though, for now, he prioritized maintaining a serious atmosphere around himself. Hopefully nobody caught a glimpse of this. . . twisted expression.

"We're sure getting a lot of people all of a sudden, huh? I guess you're popular, my lord." Silius would immediately say aloud, the parting of his lips momentarily adjusting his face back to its original alignment. "I say we go ahead and get this show on the road, as I fear we'll be here until dark if we continue to allow people to arrive. I don't know about either of you guys, but a meeting in the pitch black darkness isn't necessarily. . . professional." He'd continue, a sigh escaping his pastel lips; he was ready to move this along, as he wanted this Familia to become written in stone. . . immediately.

Though, before he could again take his seat, another figure decided to step onto the scene. It was an elf, and one whom immediately directed his attention toward Susano'o. He introduced himself as August, and immediately began to hype-up the situation. Silius took him as a cheap knockoff of himself, and simply laughed at his display of blind fellowship. Did he actually believe that he'd earn a high ranking in this Familia. . . simply by giving himself over to Susano'o? A real follower speaks against his lord, and shows no hesitation in telling him he is wrong.

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Then again, Silius would be doing the same thing had it not been for Susano'o. The god had placed a hand upon the Hybrid's shoulder, and spoke to him in a tone that suggested gratitude. Though, he spoke only of the Hybrid's devotion – saying it was bad to blindly follow a god. Silius never intended to hand over the entirety of his life to Susano'o, as a soon-to-be god wouldn't become the servant of another. If he were to stick true to his claims, and work with Susano'o in an attempt to make them all gods. . . then he'd have to be prepared to stand above all of them.

"Alright! So. . . I assume this is our Familia, huh? Anyone else going to show up? Maybe a girl? 'Cause. . . this is all men."

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@Simon Volkner @Auryx Long-Thought @Jinsoku @Déclin Rive @August
Heart of Sword ♪

 

Only Death Can Cure You Now - Liberate You, From That Wild Curiosity​

Auryx's eyes watched the two for a time, never truly looking at them, but glaceing at their faces from the corners of his eyes. One seemed to have a mood that drifted with the wind, ever unpredictable - the other only understood so much. That look of disgust told him everything he needed to know. Did he speak to eloquently? Was the concept to far from his capability of understanding? Auryx, for the moment, with eyes glassed over and unblinking, began to make long thought. He cared little for the feelings of the man before him; but the wounded logic; that would not do. He would figure it out... eventually.

He took in a slow - meditative breath. He figured to elaborate, but chose not too. It would be far better to remind them that cooperation would be vital here; even then, it would be a waste. Auryx concluded the grudge was already set and all he could care to do was watch their expression - watching action and reaction - that was a learning experience all on its own. The entertainment would arrive shortly there after, however. Auryx almost found himself smile as the other two reacted with disdain.

"Ah, how quick to judge." Auryx said, gazing to the loud ball of energy, "Could this not be entertaining? Obnoxious only when it is . . . unneeded, yes? Simon, you should be appreciative! He is hard to pin down, unpredictable. Does this not sound . .. familiar?" His tone was shifting, speaking through that quiet smile, "Silius, you are a Hybrid, are you not? Where is your sense of morality? You are judged daily as you roam the streets - a fate you and I share; but most importantly, this little one as well. Evaluate firstly, more than skin deep - then cast judgement."
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His eyes shifted to the next, silent one as he arrived, still careful to be watchful of the others. He said nothing and kept himself at a distance. Walls were made to separate himself from others, it seemed. Or, perhaps, was he getting a feel for the volatile chemistry between the people here? Time would tell - his mind wandered as the next, and final, individual approached with a similar attitude to the Hybrid. Simon was quick to pick on him, and no less sharp in taunting either with a pointed look to Silius.

Drinking the rest of his coffee, he partly listened to the rest of the mild conversation before something hit him - something blunt and it held pressure. With a slow breath, his eyes shifted to see the God Susano'o stand; behind him the manifestation of something . . . angry. His eyes widened with a hunger to know what kind of power this was. His teeth clutched - the ticks in his jaws flexing with pain as if he were . . . hungry, ready to open his mouth and take a bite of that power. This feeling was empowering as it was terrifying - this dark emotion that this visage inspired.

His eyes reaffixed to the God as he began to speak to those around him who had come, answering the questions that Simon, and surely the rest of them, had. He promised strength and power - that which could measure to Gods of equal measure. What would that mean? Auryx wondered what truths he could see through the eyes of a God. His mind overclocked, he didn't break free of wild thought until Susano'o was upon him. His eyes upturned as he seated next to him.

"I enjoy your way of thinking."
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It was nice to be understood from time to time. Simon was quick to accept with a not-so-subtle threat to the God. Auryx wondered if he, long down the road, would keep to it? Silius seemed less than content with the current members. This seemed like a deal to good to be true. It drive him, this promise of power. To be able to stand with the Gods on terms of power - but that would only be the first step for Auryx. Using a Godly Mind with his Long Thought - that would pave the way for greater understanding. His jaw had a sudden pain once more at the thought; ah, hunger and curiosity - they would divide him from all else lest Hunger Pangs have him suffer. Standing to meet with his new-found God, he would say . . .

"I will be at your call, Shogun." Auryx said, then turning to Silius, "Quick tip, little one. Don't mix business with pleasure. It always ends badly."
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From here on, they would all be Familia - serving under a God that wished to make them Gods. Would that be enough to keep them close? Auryx wondered, as he looked at his Shogun, if by this time in the coming years would they be as divided as they are now. If, by some turn of fate or by a miracle that they all made it - what would happen? Would their differences end up in conflict? Were Gods allowed to kill one another? Simon would make a God with cunning on his mind - Silius would be a God with conquest in his eye. Auryx wondered what kind of God he would be? Would he be one that would never cease to explore and inquire?

@Susano'o / @Simon Volkner / @Silius Nocte / @Jinsoku / @Déclin Rive / @August

 

JINSOKU KIRĀ

"Sayōnara Samurai-sama"

The beautiful scenery was soon cluttered with the life of others to taint its mien. On arrival he felt a tingle in his back. Two people arrived subsequently to his emphatic greeting, quickly passed by and greeting the others, their morals in a positive light. What a beautiful place for a unified engagement. All of a sudden the god amongst them exerted his dominance. Jinsoku was left in awe, not by his prowess but how FUCKING COOL THAT SAMURAI LOOKED.


Susano’s attempt to still the barbaric troop backfired. Jinsoku’s ooo’s and aww’s slithered between their banter. The harsh words of Simon fell upon deaf ears, their dull blade failed to even leave a mark on Jinsoku’s flesh. Rufous orbs scanned over the colossal mass. Jinsoku’s gaze passed through his armor into the endless abyss. “Wow…. YOU’RE SO COOL!” The signature squeal of excitement could cause ears to twinge in agony.


Jinsoku looked up to the metaphysical manifestation with a perplexed expression. His neck crooked, head slanted, analyzing its expression. “Hmph… You’re not so scary!” Bleeeerrrhhh Stretching his floppy flesh apart by the cheeks, his tongue slithered out taunting the menacing expression glued onto the samurai’s visage. Motionless, the samurai frozen in placed continued its objective, there to be for show. Like a monkey Jinsoku mimicked what he saw. Huuurgghhhh A grunt slipped through the crevice of his scornful and wry expression. Body tensed, it was apparent Jinsoku struggled to keep up the face. Whilst trembling vigorously his entertainment left along with his expression.


“Hnnn… Sayōnara Samurai-sama…” A sudden gale passed through his locks. Jinsoku gazed at the setting sun, mourning the loss of a best friend.

ARIGATOOOO—

His legs buckled and folded upon impact. The sudden breeze became dense and constricted his movement. A simple skill manifested by a god was enough to trigger Jinsoku’s masochistic side. Struggling to keep his composure, his body bent to stay upright. With eager eyes he stared the god in the eye without losing focus. Bleh His pink muscle slithered through his tightly shut maw; shut by the mere density of his vicinity. His middle finger quivered but succeeded in reaching his eyelid, pulling it down to complete its set goal. As he made his point his arms gave way. Arms were left there limp in victory.

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Fuck You God~

 

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Déclin Rive

"One who walks upon broken glass will leave a bloody trail indeed- but one that leads to honor and glory."​

Despite his quiet and somewhat retracted entrance unto the scene, Déclin had very little to focus upon other than trying to understand the others that were around him- attempting to get a basic grasp of those that were around himself and the potential patron god. A small frown came across his face as he fell upon a few of the familia members- those who chose to be disrespectful from the beginning. Whether it was an attempt to assert dominance or just to see who had a spine of their own was what could- and most likely would- cause problems between them all later down the line, more so than they already had.

Although they all had problems of their own, including himself, they each had redeeming qualities. Listing them each off in his mind, he would softly mutter out the base adjective to describe them each. His eyes- mahogany in the lighting that fell upon them all- would contract slightly as he shifted his vision to fall first upon Simon- whose dry yet upbeat personality seemed to hide a mind which would seek to project the ambition very blatantly put out into the open. Something that could prove to be driving when others had chosen to take a lesser route, or give up- god forbid.

Shifting to he whom would burst forth with a passion-drunk outburst, only to stifle it to better suit the situation- Silius. A slight difference between himself and Simon, although both would give a different projection of emotion- one slightly mal-intended and the other pure unrestrained beliefs and emotions- he himself was of a different. . .Design than what Simon had proved himself to be. He was one whom would stand for his beliefs, and should he end up conforming to the belief of a familia. . .Could definitely prove to hold the greater good of the group above himself, ensuring that his steadfast approach would remain a beacon of common sense and a steadfast path towards success.

A small chuckle came from the aspiring knight as he noted the expression made by Silius, before listing unto Auryx, whom he couldn't exactly land an assumption on, perhaps he himself was one who followed a path of neutrality? But this was overridden by the 'extra' that he planted within his words. Instead he would seem to try and run a path of. . .Logic. Something that was incredibly valuable in a group, and also admirable in a sense.

A shift unto he whom was both an annoyance and a blessing, the young weaboo teen- Jinsoku. Whose piercing tones would at first seem to be ignorance. It very well could have been, but what Déclin chose to hope was that it was simply a projection to draw attention, and upbeat attitude to keep spirits high within the unforgiving folds of battle, and the traveling in between said scenes.

Once more- and lastly- falling upon the tower that was August, Déclin would show the utmost negative outlook of the group. It was one whom placed nothing other than himself at the forefront of his mind, which would be like shoving a stick into the spokes of a wheel- in certain situations of course. The problem with this was not that he held himself above the well being of those he just met, it was that should he not change that it would become a problem. Although he could not lie to even himself and say that he didn't appreciate the professionalism showcased, a confidence in his own actions that would prove helpful where others might falter.
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It was then that he was met with a presence which caused a slight shift in the placement of his feet, as though his knees would buckle should he prove to be too relaxed within the view of he whom he might soon call his patron god. The deity before him held a definite and authoritative nature. At first his eyes had been locked upon the ground, instincts saying to avoid eye contact- and therefore avoid challenging such a force.

Resisting this was almost seen as a mistake to himself, as the projection of his. . .Power would cast out a mixture of dread and admiration into the soul of the young knight. Déclin's face would shift in response, slowly curling upwards at the ends. It was a knight, or rather a samurai, something akin to knights of the east, at least to his understanding. Warriors respected and given land for their wonderful prowess in combat. But the utter strength being processed by his young mind was almost horrifying, the presence willing him to take a knee, but also to prove that he was worthy of calling himself a warrior, just as he himself was. The crimson phantom willing him to press onward into combat, where others would turn and seek out shelter.

With that, it had left as soon as it had appeared, followed by the deity that he had suddenly decided to name as his patron god motioning to each being within their group. Coming finally upon Jinsoku, whom had rather calmly disrespected Susano'o, a foolhardy action. With his placement having been a mere few feet behind the male, as he had been trekking the path just a few meters ahead of Déclin himself, he was closest to the young weeb, and as such opted to try and keep him from being struck by a deity.

Moving forward, he would release his grip on the sash on his hip- when had he began to clung to it so tightly? Striding forward towards the shaky, lanky teen, he would rather calmly press the ball of his right foot into the back of said male's knee, planting him into a kneeling position, unless he could manage to move from a shaky ball into something strong enough to get out of the motion. Should he simply allow it to happen, he would be placed in a kneeling position, which Déclin himself would mimic, speaking out loud for all to hear, although keeping a light grip on the shoulder of jinsoku, forearm placed across his shoulder blades to encourage staying in said position.

"Of course he was merely showing a sign of courage in the face of danger, a sign to solidify his worth in such a situation, which you were seen to be the utmost in his eyes. I, Déclin Rive, request you show mercy in the misunderstanding that has befallen young Jinsoku. Had he not intended to show respect to a deity such as the, he would not have come here, no?."

Risking his neck for someone else wasn't entirely his desired method of death, at least not outside of combat. Yet it was his duty to provide a healthy relationship between all familia members. . .After all, they were family of sorts, or would be. Brothers in arms- and they would have to start acting like it soon. So why not take the lead and start now? He allowed his orbs to drift up to the deity, awaiting a response from Susano'o, and rather ironically praying it would not be something he did not wish to hear.

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@Susano'o @Silius Nocte @Auryx Long-Thought @Jinsoku @August @Simon Volkner

I better not get fucking slapped for helping you help yourself, you jackass.

 

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The Start Of A New Adventure

After August finished what he had to say to the God, Susano'o, he felt the eyes of the others examine his being. He had just entered and already proclaimed his intentions in front of them all. He expected this, and didn't mind it at all. Being the person who he was, many times people would give him funny looking stares or a particular look depending on whatever the situation was. As long as they kept their thoughts as thoughts, he wouldn't pursue the matter. Soon enough, the first person to speak up was Simon.

Simon was voicing his complaints on having clowns joining the familia. August furrowed his brows as he was confused on what he was referring to, being the last one to enter, he wasn't sure what had occured beforehand. August looked across the room scanning the appearance of those around him, until they fell upon the male, Jinsoku. Is he talking about this guy? The male Jinsoku had a weird appearance, covered in tattoos and things of that nature. Simon only confirmed his thoughts as he continued belittling the male in front of the others. Soon enough, Simon rotated towards August himself as he patted his back and gave slick remarks. August twitched from the feeling of the male patting his back. He barely knew this guy yet he was projecting himself as if he was higher than the rest. That slick sarcastic tone in his voice, August didn't find that too pleasing but he remained silent not giving the male Simon any acknowledgement.

Now that he looked around and examined all of the people here, who were his soon to be familia, he began to make mental notes on all of them. Hm.. The male that goes by Silius seems to be the most loyal out of the bunch. August took note of Silius tone of speech how he was already calling the God my lord. None of the others spoke of Susano'o in this manner. Auryx seems to be the most cognitive one out of them.. Taking note of how Auryx was the first person to speak up for Jinsoku, he even stated the pros of having such a eccentric family member while most of the others looked towards Jinsoku in disdain. Simon.. August looked at the male in the corner of his eye, as his name entered his thoughts. Simon seems to be the most brash and upfront one. Then finally he looked towards Jinsoku and Declin consecutively, These two are kinda like polar opposites. One acts really weird while the other seems to have a silent fortitude going on.. Hmm.. August slightly nodded his head as he was taking these mental notes of everyone.

While deep in thought, what suddenly interrupted it was a sudden immense pressure that emitted from the general direction of Susano'o. August eyes widened as he noticed something manifest behind Susano'o's being. It appeared to be Samurai clad in red that had a overbearing vibe coming from it. August felt every hair of his being tremble from such a sight. But the trembling wasn't due to fear, but the exact opposite, excitement! This is.... this is Susano'o! The God I have chosen! Following this action of exerting his pressure, Susano'o would begin speaking and noting each person in his presence.

As Susano'o began speaking of August, practically complimenting his demeanor and attitude, August felt a sense of satisfaction among his words. Susano'o stated that August would have to prove himself to him and August nodded to such words, "Of course, I will live up to every expectation!" August smiled towards hearing the God promise them to give them the strength to sit amongst the Gods. This was simply one step closer to the long-term goal that August wanted to accomplish. He would feel forever indebted to Susano'o.

As August slightly bowed his head towards Susano'o, showing gratification, something would enter his ear that would trigger his aggressive side of his personality. It came from Simon's mouth.

"Just don't go crying to your godmother if I drive you through the pavement once that power is obtained. I don't appreciate the display of strength, pal." -Simon
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"Huh?" With no hesitation at all, August's pulled out his weapon, Mortal Reminder, and aimed it towards Simon. The facial expression that appeared on August's face could only be described under one word, annoyance. "Simon, you speek so freely and arrogantly in front of Susano'o, but I'll let you know... theres levels to it. You're practically stating how you'll become a future threat to Susano'o. What makes you think you can freely sprout such words, with ME standing here?" August questioned Simon in a loud voice. August understood that upon joining a familia that it would be a gathering of many different personalities, but Simon was simply acting too arrogant. Practically threatning Susano'o right in front of August and the rest of the familia. August seemed to be the only one to react to such words that Simon had said.

"Heh.." August let out a single chuckle as the gun that he held spun on his finger tip and he placed it back into hiding on his body. "I'm merely joking. I wouldn't dare to cause trouble day 1 of meeting Susano'o. It'll make me look back.. Haha.. Just jokes.. Just like what you said... merely a joke.." August spoke his last words slowly as his gaze remained on Simon.

 

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Silius Nocte

" Hiding my passionate, heartbroken self, I go on living in this short era. "​

"You want us to go and do quests? That sounds pretty easy, if you're asking me." Silius would say aloud, his gaze shifting between Susano'o and his newly appointed comrades. He was happy to have become a part of a Familia, but neglected to show it due to his pride. If he showed weakness so early on, he was sure they would poke fun at him. As such, he kept a resonant expression – his eyes null and void. "We all have our own names, but perhaps we should call ourselves something different? Susano'o is a god, and you normally think 'Heaven' when you envision the gods. Why not stick to that insinuation, as well as follow the theme of Susano'o and his Japanese pantheon?" He'd soon propose, momentarily breaking his null expression. "Can't we go with something cool, like 'Five Swords Under Heaven' or something?"

Turning his attention toward Auryx, the adolescent would begin to extend his finger. "Dōjigiri; Monster Cutter" Though, as he spoke, he immediately shifted his gaze to the next individual – Déclin Rive. "Ōtenta; Great Tenta" He'd cough, unsure of his Japanese. He wasn't fluent in the language, but had taken the time to study up on it; he didn't want to feel stupid in the event that a Japanese phrase was hurled his way. Though, in the presence of his comrades, he didn't think his fluency in the language meant anything. As such, he continued to speak – naming off infamous swords.

"Oh! I can't forget about Simon. . . How about we go with Juzumaru, the Rosary Wheel?" The adolescent would sigh, his finger extending toward the Human. It was clear he did not like him, but he wouldn't show bias – it was unfair. However, fairness was clearly not evident in this world. Someone of Silius' talent was born in the 'Slums', while others of similar stature and power originated from the 'Upper Quarters'. As such, these names represented their individuality; no two blades were the same. This made the Hybrid proud, and caused a smile to form upon his face.

"Mikazuki; Crescent Moon" He'd quickly continue, extending his finger toward August. So far, he had only named off four of the five swords. This, of course, only meant that there was one left. Though, considering that two of them ( Silius and Jinsoku ) remained. . . who would get it? Jinsoku possessed a blatant disregard for his 'Lord', and Silius honored his god. However, it would be extremely distasteful to name himself after the remaining sword. Did Jinsoku deserve the title, though? Thus far, the adolescent had been nothing but a disrespectful piece of shit. As such. . . Silius was the only candidate. "That just leaves the last sword to me, Onimaru – Demon Wheel!" He'd growl, his thumb buried into his own chest.

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After some time, Silius would immediately begin to exit the shrine. Susano'o had instructed them to take on Quests, but the Hybrid knew not where they should start. As such, he opted to lead them into the 'Upper Quarters' – searching for any bystanders in need of assistance. Though, the adolescent didn't like rich people. So, speaking to them would be rather hard. It was due to this realization that he'd appoint Auryx the official communicator; he couldn't be asked to do it himself.

"You've got this, right? Countin' on you, Dōjigiri!"

Silius Nocte exits to [ The Six Swords ]
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@Simon Volkner @Auryx Long-Thought @Jinsoku @Déclin Rive @August
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