// Messiah Reed - Verses

character tag dump // part 2

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// takumi - verses

{ Birthright } -              ( ver ) .paranoia╰☆╮(❝Takumi of Hoshido❞)

( spoilers for birthright )

      Despite Kamui/Corrin choosing their rightful family when given the chance to? Takumi doesn’t trust them. They’ve grown up in Nohr! Chances are that they’re hear to betray them, and are likely still working for the Nohrian’s they grew up alongside... and it certainly takes him a long time to change his opinion about this.

      He’s reluctant to trust and even more reluctant to admit it, when he does decide to trust the other. However, when he has decided that they really are family of his - he is fiercely protective.

{ Conquest } -            ( ver ) .possessed╰☆╮(❝Takumi of Hoshido❞)

      ( spoilers for conquest! )

      Understandably angry of the events that toke place after Kamui/Corrin came home... and the death of the Hoshidian queen, which he believes to have been an intentional attack... He is absolutely enraged at Kamui/Corrin for being “Nohrian”. That he would betray the people of their birth and their rightful family.

       Takumi is absolutely unwilling to bend in this situation. He’s unforgiving and relentless in his pursuit.

{ Revelations } -             ( ver ) .understanding╰☆╮(❝Takumi of Hoshido❞)

      Though it takes a while to come to the peace necessary to work alongside of them all, after a few unfortunate deaths leading to the surprising opportunity of peace... he decides to give it a chance. It was requested of him, after all. And? As things go on, he finds himself supporting this strange “third wing” stage of both sides working together. It takes a while for him to get used to the idea... but he’s actually somewhat glad for the opportunity.

{ Warriors / Heros } -           ( ver ) .summoned╰☆╮(❝Takumi of Hoshido❞)

      Fire Emblem ( crossover ) verse - to interact with other characters from various other titles. ( under construction )

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while she knew of his heritage - or rather, the lack of one - alibaba had always read his adventures, perhaps raising sinbad to an impossible inhuman pedestal. seeing him act so human and just like a person came therefor definitely as a shock to her ( and even if she had known it to be impossible, she had been disappointed by ja’far not being a horned and fire breathing demon ) but that was more of an issue of her constantly having her nose stuck in one of his stories.

at the king’s offer to show her sindria’s nightlife, the princess could not help but just wave with her hand “it’s fine, master sharrkan showed me those houses with the wine and the pretty ladies I know my way around now.” definitely not what was meant but she didn’t realize that at all.

“sorry ! sorry ! but you know, I always read your adventures, so seeing the mighty sinbad so frustrated by a simple hole in his clothes - forgive me for saying it like that but that is quite adorable! It makes you very human… and that is reassuring, you know? It means, maybe I can at least be a little bit like you once I am stronger!”

her needle is quick at work, and sun kissed hands make sure that neither the king nor her fingers get to feel the rather painful tip of the needle. lost in her work, alibaba didn’t even notice how she continued to talk, perhaps going as far as revealing things she had never dreamed about telling him. “before I came back to Balbadd to see how bad it got, I wanted to use most of my money to help it. But I wanted to keep some and come here - I always wanted to open a shop in Sindria, be part of your dream. Of course I never dreamed about meeting you or the generals, I just wished to be a normal citizen!… I doubt I can do that now. I need to gather my strength to help Balbadd but… while it lasted, I really loved that dream.”

      When she brushed off his offer as something very … ah, different then he’d intended, Sinbad couldn’t help a hearty chuckle. Amusement in his golden eyes as he shakes his head. “Ah, I think you misunderstand me.” He comments, laughing a little still. Sinbad couldn’t help it – it was amusing for him that just about everyone always jumped to that conclusion for him first and foremost.

      And yes, while he did have a history of frequenting places like that, after all: he enjoyed the company of his people. He was the king of Sindria. And he enjoyed being amongst those who called this land their home. It was part of the dream he’d worked so hard to accomplish.

      “I meant… ah, never mind, I suppose. It’s rude to push an opinion on a lady who has already declined.” With that, he would wait to see if she asked him about it further. Why? Because he knew for a fact that when you start saying something and then retract it – it becomes a matter of interest. And honestly, he wanted to see how she responded to it. Perhaps it was cruel of him to play these little tricks on her, but he knew she was a passionate sort, and seeing her riled was fun.

      “… I can see where there would be some amount of shock. I had a lot of fun writing those stories – but I suppose I can see where they would make me seem… almost inhuman.” Seeing him riled up like an average man, after only reading his stories? He could imagine there was some amount of shock. “I should have added more of my fluster and confusion. People would have had a clearer picture then.” He adds with a soft laugh – ( after all: he knew he left those things out on purpose. Creating and crafting a “PERFECT KING” in his manuscripts. ) “Well, if it inspires you to work hard? I hope you can do just that. I look forward to seeing what sort of world you might one day craft.”

      And he hoped that she did it as his ally. However, he knew very well there was a possibility that that might not one day be the case.

      However, as she worked and spoke – the king fell respectfully silent. Listening to her humble dream had him smile a little. It reminded him of his time as a fisherman. Back then, he would have never dreamed of becoming a KING. Not until he got that letter by the army. . . not before he met that MAGI, ether. “You know, I still have a company running elsewhere, right? It would not be impossible for you to set up a shop here, despite your other goals. Our countries have always had amicable ties. I wouldn’t deny you a storefront should you want to set one up.”

@streetcrowned​

❛ Ne, Ana, have you ever been so hot that you started sweating ice? ❜

      “I wish.”

      The first words that left the golden-haired woman weren’t thought out at all. Instead, they simply slipped from her lips. The truth was? Anastasia hated heat. If she could do something like that just to keep her body at a naturally chilled temperature? She would fully take advantage of that skill.

      However, realizing she’d just spoken without thinking, the BRAVE of ICE laughs a little before looking over at Isanami. Wonderly, somewhat fondly - when she’d become so able to just speak her mind. “Remember when we first went to open air baths together?” She asks, laughing a little... she remembered that adventure going... somewhat poorly for a few people who couldn’t stay on their own side. “I couldn’t even stay in the water for too long… I don’t handle heat well. A skill like that would be nice, but... I would likely abuse it.”

      She could barely manage the STEAM in that place… and though open air baths are lovely, she always finds herself half BOILING ALIVE… Unfortunately. And though she can freeze the water particles in their air to form ice when she was in danger, she was more adapted to using natural bodies of water to create her weapons.

@smiletorn

// hattori hanzo - verses

{ Brave 10 } –                     ( ver ) .blaze╰☆╮(❝Hattori Hanzo❞)

       Hattori Hanzo, the leader of the Iga League of Five, is a manipulative shinobi whose existence… is a little strange. “Hattori Hanzo” is a false name, handed down from shinobi to shinobi, to whomever is strongest at that time. It is to create the illusion of “immortality.” (If one dies, another will arise.) However? The strangest things about him are his views on the world, the fact that he wants shinobi to rule over the lords, and the simple fact that he can summon fire from nothingness. At this point? He’s not terribly approachable, unless he’s been hired to do a job. And even then? Don’t expect him to butter you up.

{ Brave 10 S } –                   ( ver ) .embers╰☆╮(❝Hattori Hanzo❞)

      For a while, Hanzo was something of a traveling shinobi. Initially unemployed, and eventually hired by Sanada Yukimura, to become their current “Brave of Fire.” He’s trying to become a member of the team, and because of that? He has a little bit of a different “persona” that he’s presenting to everyone. Friendly, approachable, and attempting to be a team player, Hanzo is attempting to become a part of the Braves and live up to his new title. But? How sincere is it? That’s the part the whole team is questioning.

{ Modern AU } –                   ( ver ) .spark╰☆╮(❝Hattori Hanzo❞)

       Hanzo is a very particular sort. A little too nosy. A little too friendly. And? A little too pushy. He likes to involve himself in his friends activities and make himself a part of the group. This occasionally makes him hard to be around, but? This won’t stop him. ( He is a senior in high school, in this AU. He’s also known for taking a multitude of odd jobs, due to the fact that he lives alone. )

{ Missing Friend - Headcanon AU } -                    ( ver ) .firework╰☆╮(❝Hattori Hanzo❞)

        Warning: This AU is based on a headcanon that I have with Dev. ( @carnifcx ) In this AU, Hattori Hanzo is the “persona” that Saizou’s “dead friend” became. Due to the fact that he had willingly subjected himself to working for a lord, only to find himself discarded and “killed,” before being tossed into a river? Hanzo has a vague fear of fast waters and cloudy memories from before the incident in its entirety. He doesn’t remember being Saizou’s old friend, and he’s become very different since then… However? From time to time, those old memories come creepy up… and he wishes he knew who that old friend of his was.

@carnifcx continued from [ x ]

      Unfortunately for HYDE he wouldn’t get to see the angels reaction to his unintentional slip up – he was already busy throwing himself fully into his new task of taking care of the other. He wasn’t sure when the other would change his mind, so? His best bet was to do his absolute BEST so that the other wouldn’t suddenly declare otherwise.

      If he worked hard at it and tried to keep himself in check to some extent… then the other would rest and hopefully recover sooner.

      “Tea it is, Angelcakes.” The blond calls back, before immediately setting to work on that as well. There was still some room on the stove. The soup he had set to cook was going now, though it did require some stirring, the water was now on the stove, and he continued his multi-tasking. The melon balls were almost complete, so he would serve those first. “But first, I have an appetizer.” And with that, he struts over to the other – the small bowl in hand as well as a small fork. “I’ll just set these here for now, but I’ll be back with your tea shortly.”

      And he did just that – within minutes, he had the tea ready as well. Serving it on a small tray filled with things he could add to it, should he choose to. Sugar cubes, milk, lemon. Anything he wanted. The HEDGEHOG was a strange S e r v a m p. He rarely stuck to an EVE, and even rarer? Did he do things when he wasn’t required to.

      To see him put his 110% into working on an earnest cause rather then for his own amusement? Was probably a bit of an oddity. “I’ll have some sandwiches and soup ready in just a bit too. So, don’t you go anywhere, Angel. I’ll be right back.” I mean, LICHT had already agreed to behave for now – so HYDE wasn’t overly concerned. The EVE of GREED didn’t usually lie. … u s u a l l y.

      When he was f i n i s h e d – what he came back with was a chicken broth and a variety of small sandwiches. Peanut butter and jelly, cucumber, and even BLT’s. He wasn’t sure what his E V E could stomach, but he definitely wanted to be sure he’d find SOMETHING he would eat. He needed to recover, and for that to happen? He needed to take care of himself. “If you don’t see something you’d like – or if you’d prefer something else, just let me know. Your wish, is my command.” He says, before winking. “At least for now.”

// gatti nenehawk - verses

{ Undead Partner } -                   ( ver ) .for him╰☆╮(❝Gatti Nenehawk❞)

      After having been killed by Hazel when they’d met years ago - he was brought back to life, and asked to help guard him instead. It was a... strange meeting, however? It doesn’t appear that Gat has any sort of ill-will towards the bishop. Having dedicated himself to the other sense, despite facing death multiple times, and having been exiled from his tribe years ago.

{ Volunteer } -                 ( ver ) .chosen╰☆╮(❝Gatti Nenehawk❞)

      Having felt drawn to Hazel since he’d met the young bishop, he’d decided to follow the other of his own accord. In this verse, he hasn’t died yet - though there are some close calls.

{ tag stuff } -                 ( ver ) .verse name╰☆╮(❝Gatti Nenehawk❞)

      ( under construction )

❝Hey,Hijirihara-san. Thank you for the plushy you, I really love it and its the best gift anyone ever gave me too. I even gave him a name too!❞ She was still holding it in his arms aonce she decided to bring it to work and leave it on her desk when doing the reports there,plus it was too adorable to leave home.

      When his PARTNER arrives, Hijirihara looks up – once again,surprisingly, at his desk. He really was doing his ABSOLUTE best. He still wasn’tthe best at being business only. Especiallygiven that he was quirkier then most members of their DIVISION. However, itappears his cleaning up his act a little has helped him in more ways then one.Including the added BENEFIT of his partner being able to l o c a t e himsometimes.

      “I’m glad you like it.” He starts, smiling ever-so-slightly. It was f a i n t. But it was there. “I’ve always sorta… enjoyed working onstuff like that. I mean, I know… there isn’t a lot of… time to use for itanymore. But…” He scratches the back of his head as he talks – his eyeswondering to the plush in her arms.

       He really was very PLEASED she liked it. He’d never beenwonderful with G I F T S, so part of him had been very concerned when he’ddecided to give her a present in turn. Sure, it wasn’t typical behavior for aJapanese youth like himself to give a girl a gift on VALENTINE’s DAY. Normally,St. White’s Day would be the proper day for him to give her a gift – however?As he’d been a traveler when he’d been younger, picking up on other traditionsweren’t too surprising. He was just glad that she’d liked it, even if it hadn’tbeen given at the r i g h t time.

      “Can I ask what name you gave him?” Hijirihara asks, tiltinghis head ever-so-slightly to the side. Curiosity in his voice.

       He had never been very good at expressing himself. But? Hewas learning a little bit better with both visual cues and vocal ones. ASANOMISAKI was really helping the young man: Even if he was forever going to be anendless mess of quirky behavior.

       … e s p e c i a l l y given his other hobby.

@patixntia

                   he  who  wears  the                          THICKEST  ARMOR

                                            is  often  the                                                MOST  FRAGILE.

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The other woman’s approval of the nickname had Isanami brightening up. She always loved using nicknames with people she liked, and it was a real shame that usually those whom she liked didn’t really… welcome it, for lack of better words. Still, Juju’s nervousness was quite prone to being contagious. Although the youth was one who liked to spread her own form of kindness and cheer, if there was something that was CONCERNING to the other, she’d like to know that. In case she was the cause for it, being a bit overbearing with her own friendliness.

After all? People here tended to be more RESERVED than anything. It was hard to trust, especially with war and fights breaking out every so often due to the turmoil of the government. Perhaps someone like Isanami was actually quite scary when compared to the people who would rather keep to themselves? Hmm. She’d have to think about that separately one day.

❛ I think it’s good to have that kinda mindset. Y’know, helping others without expecting anything in return. But it’s also good to show others your gratitude. I don’t like to think of it as repayment or anything. Makes it all business-y and like we gotta owe each other favors. ❜ She might be a little bit of a hypocrite when she said that; after all? The way she got Saizou to STAY at Ueda in the beginning was because she held that bowl of soba over his head…

No matter! Isanami had successfully pressured convinced Juju to accept this form of gratefulness. And she was glad that she chose sweets too ― that was always a good way to satisfy the stomach! ❛ Sweets it is~ ❜ Isanami dangles her feet over the edge of the branch, as if having a conversation deciding where to eat in a TREE was normal. ❛ Hmm… I can probably get down by myself with no trouble at this height. ❜ It was said to herself more than anything. Not wanting to trouble her new friend anymore, she gives her fellow light-haired companion a reassuring smile. ❛ Go ahead and wait for me at the bottom, Juju! I’ll be down in a few minutes! ❜

She didn’t know if Juju would listen to her request. After all, the kunoichi proved that she was a soft-hearted individual who didn’t like to see others in danger. And going down from a tree like this was a bit RISKY. However, Isanami would like to believe that she had improved greatly from the last time she was in a tree like this. Even if she hadn’t? Just like last time, at least there would be someone to look out for her should she made a wrong step.

That being said, regardless of Juju’s response, Isanami would make the first move by hoisting her body over the EDGE of the branch. One thing she learned from last time; it was best not to linger too long on a branch. Quick jumps was the way to go!

      Enju couldn’t help but smile a little at the others sincerity. She was a bright companion – cheerful and chipper. Perhaps a little overwhelming, but she knew very few people like Isanami. The only person she could liken her to was the young k u n o i c h i she considered her “little sister”. . .

      “Well, I’d hate to deny you your chance to show your gratitude. That would… be rather rude on my part as well.” Despite being a kunoichi, despite being a very busy one, and being the DAUGHTER of the chief… she would make time for this. After all, ENJU had already risked outing herself for the safety of this stranger. The very least she could do was make sure that the other was truly going to be okay. . . and some sweets did sound good. That was the truth there. “… alright, alright. I’ll just… think of it as getting to know someone, then?” That was why youths these days got together for sweets, right?

      To chat, catch up, or make friends? Her confusion over this was really the obvious sign that she wasn’t someone normal…

      But it wasn’t as though the other didn’t realize she was a ninja already. After showing her technique like that. . . With that thought, sapphire eyes move to look at the other. ( She couldn’t help but be curious on why someone so friendly… was so calm with the presence of a ninja already? )

      Perhaps it was because she, herself, failed to have much of a shinobi like presence? The thought was vaguely disappointing, but – she did offer a soft, sincere, smile when the other chimes about sweets. However, a vaguely panicked expression appears when the other mentions jumping. “Ah, a-are you sure? I can bring you down, you know…” But the other had requested her to wait at the bottom, and? As confused as she was, she was going to do just that – at the very least, so that she could be prepared to catch the other should something go wrong.

      However, as Isanami quickly stepped off – Enju followed suit. She wasn’t given a chance to head down first, however – but she made sure to throw herself down fast enough that, though a slightly rougher landing, she would meet the other down there and have her hands on her hips to help steady her. “… y-your… really brave, aren’t you?” Enju pants out, panic having forced her heartrate up quite a bit. But, she was smiling still.

      Isanami… was going to be quite the interesting person to get to know.