// Sinbad - Verses

ooc // update

      { i know it’s been a while - and since i never actually put up an official announcement, i figured it’s about time i pop up and say something.

      hello friends! sorry it’s been like seventy years. -laughs-

      i’ve been on a very unofficial semi-hiatus recently, due to an increase of things going on in my day to day life. it’d been pretty crazy, but? i won’t bore you with the details: i’m just going to say this! i plan to be back~ i plan to be back soon. :’3 well, soon-ish. i have to finish up some stuff on my end, so that i don’t drown in stuff... i look forward to being around again! and i’m sorry i sorta just dropped off the face of the earth. >.>;

      i hope you’ve all been well~ and i look forward to writing with you guys again!

      - Aula }

@carnifcx continued from [ x ]

      A rich musical history was indeed correct. In Rantaro’s travels he’d become acutely aware of speaking to people – getting insider tips on areas and really learning how to scope things out. When he’d offered to come here, he’d done the same thing.

      It was no surprise to hear the many accomplishments that surrounded the area. And to hear that the museum was to hold a collection of some of the finer instruments which had belonged to those whom came from here? Well, it was a charming thought. And hearing the PRIDE that came from the town… well, it was a good feeling. All in all, it was painful to hear that many people were beginning to avoid this place now. The rumors were damaging the reputation of a place that was well l o v e d by those who surrounded it. So? It was hard to imagine that a sinister spirit or the likes could be involved…

      As he wasn’t someone who’d ever SEEN a ghost himself, he wasn’t entirely sure how he felt on the matter still – whether he believed in them or not. But the chance that it could be another HUMAN who might put his classmate in danger? Was the TRUE D R I V E for the protective Rantaro to come along.

      “Well, I’ll be happy to see it. The centerpiece of a museum is often breathtaking.” He spoke these words through a soft smile – because, despite the risk? It was thrilling to be here as well. Seeing the museum as often very few people ever would. Coming to a place like this at night? Well, to say the least, the ULTIMATE Adventurer wasn’t likely to forget this place anytime soon.

      However, now that they were inside, he knew he would have to focus. “… that makes sense. We should start there then, and make some beginning observations.” With that, Rantaro looks around – It was dark, but not so much so that the youth had too hard a time seeing. Given that it was a museum, it would often have maps around. Ether on the wall or little guides for guests… but, given that the building was mid-renovation? It appeared they would have to go off of something else… “Well, buildings of this period tend to have their main hall in this direction… so…” With that, Rantaro makes his mind up to start walking towards the direction. He was mostly talking to himself with that one – used to being alone in his travels, he didn’t have to worry about people hearing him think aloud. It was habit now.

      Though, as he begins to walk, he does look over his shoulder towards his companion. “Would this be a good time to ask what in particular the nightguards have talked about? Aside from hearing the piano at odd points – have any of them come to harm because of these incidents?”

// isaac foster - verses

{ Killer } -                   ( ver ) .angel of death╰☆╮(❝Isaac Foster❞)

      The canon verse for Zach. He’s a killer on the bottom layer of the “hospital” - in charge of the lowest floor. He’s not very smart, but he is passionate and powerful. He can neither read nor write, and his unchecked strength... occasionally gets him into trouble. But, he is honest: and he hates lies with everything he is. . . and so? He’ll never lie himself.

{ Assassin } -                  ( ver ) .cold blooded╰☆╮(❝Isaac Foster❞)

( under construction )

{ Runaway } -                  ( ver ) .grave digger╰☆╮(❝Isaac Foster❞)

( under construction )

// genji amano - verses

{ Teamwork } -              ( ver ) .getbackers╰☆╮(❝Genji Amano❞)

      Living by their motto of “Almost 100% Success Rate” - Genji and Ban are two close friends who spend most of their time living in Ban’s car, the “Lady Beetle.” They work together as “GetBackers,” meaning they get hired to retrieve things for people. They don’t steal - they only go to get back what “shouldn’t be gone” in the first place.

{ Lightning Emperor } -            ( ver ) .volts╰☆╮(❝Genji Amano❞)

      Leader of the Volts - one of the largest gangs in the lower levels of the Infinity Fortress, Genji is a respected and feared leaders. He is protective of his group, and has a rather... unusual ability, even by the fortress’ standards. Being able to create his own natural electricity.

      And as long as he’s within the tower? It appears to be an unending supply. ( Which is particularly scary, due to the fact that being in connection to a current of electricity can even heal him from near life-threatening injuries. Causing him to recharge and his body to heal quickly. )

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

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// adlet mayer - verses

{ Rokka no Yuusha } –                   ( ver ) .chosen╰☆╮(❝Adlet Mayer❞)

      This is his canon timeline verse ; Adlet, having been chosen to be one of the “Braves” has begun his travels to help his fellow “braves” seal the Majin. He has one of the “Crests of the Six Flowers,” resting on the back of his dominant hand. In this verse, there is a lot of confusion - after all: despite being honored to be chosen, and being the “strongest man in the world,” his words not mine, … there are too many braves. Never have so many been chosen. So? There must be a traitor … or a liar. A lot of this verse is Adlet trying to pull the team together, and trying to work alongside of each other, while trying to figure out who the traitor could possibly be.

{ Hakuouki Verse ( Traveling Merchant ) } –                   ( ver ) .merchant╰☆╮(❝Adlet Mayer❞)

       A master of “trick weapons,” Adlet Mayer finds himself often called upon by those seeking weapons and such - He doesn’t sell to just anyone. His weapons are his passion, and he won’t have them used to back a person or group he doesn’t agree with. So? For the most part, he is a traveling merchant … Forever looking for new things to make his weapons with, and continuing to smith and forge what has got to be some of the most unique weapons in the country at this time.

{ Brave 10 Verse ( Kindly Traveler ) } –                   ( ver ) .unbound╰☆╮(❝Adlet Mayer❞)

      A traveler with little in mind for a goal - he travels the lands to try to learn things a little more first hand. Something that had been recommended to him by his teacher, the man who taught him to fight, and to build. Now? He is doing just that. Traveling the countryside, traveling from city to city, to figure out things for himself. Learning more about local and foreign plants, poisons, antidotes, weapons - and becoming something of a craftsman in the process. He considers himself something of a traveling gentleman, however. So? If approached with an issue? He’ll do what he can to help those in need.

      … which is probably why he is always suffering from lack of funds.

{ Rokka no Yuusha – Active Traitor } –                   ( ver ) .bitter╰☆╮(❝Adlet Mayer❞)

      All he’d ever wanted in the world … was to be chosen as one of the Brave’s. To be given the chance to prove himself, to make up for what happened, to save people like he was once unable to. All he’d ever wanted was to be a hero. To prove that he didn’t have to be a prodigy or naturally talented to become a hero. And? He fought and trained every day, proving himself again and again with tricks, weapons, and everything in the book, to do so. And yet? Here he was - Here was everything he’d ever dreamed off, and? He hadn’t been chosen. He hadn’t accomplished anything. And? If he couldn’t accomplish his dream, if he couldn’t be chosen on the grounds that he wasn’t “good enough,” he’d damned well prove them wrong. The Goddess choose poorly. And he would prove it. Even if it meant slaughtering those she had chosen.

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She was getting nervous, despite telling herself that he would surely appear. Although he had confused her on their first meeting, what Yukimura-sama said at the Ten versus Ten matches before lingered on Isanami’s mind; despite what Sanada Nobuyuki came off as, he was a good person. Therefore, though she fidgeted in place at the gate, sounds of heavy footsteps had the FORMER priestess turning to greet the approaching person.

When his first words were, well, that ― she couldn’t help but smile. It was not like her past smiles that were bright and full of LIFE, but? It was the first time she had felt amused in such a long time.

Nonetheless, Isanami bows at her waist to the Lord. It felt good to see a familiar face, even when they were not that well acquainted. And seeing him gave her more hope that everyone else was still alive.  ❛ Nobuyuki-san. I’m sorry for this sudden intrusion. ❜ In fact, she had many things she needed to APOLOGIZE for. After everything that happened though, where could she start? She had so many questions… so many things she wished to ask of the person whom was her best lead right now. ❛ I’m… glad to see you are well. ❜

A bit of guilt TWISTS into her heart. She probably wouldn’t even need to ask that, had Izanami not inflicted so many wounds on him, using him as “bait”. She wondered if she was overstepping her bounds. She, who had caused so much grief in everyone’s lives, to be here and wanting information on them. ❛ If it would not trouble you… could we talk? I know I’m not your retainer or anything. You don’t owe me anything, in fact, I do owe you much more than what I could ever pay you back for. But… ❜

She tilts her head up, looking upon the stern older brother of the Sanada family with desperation. ❛ I don’t know what else I could do. Where else I could go. Ueda is gone and people say Yukimura-sama is dead and I don’t ― ❜ Her voice cracks and she cuts her words off IMMEDIATELY. She didn’t want to cry, not when she was already troubling Nobuyuki-san with her presence. ❛ I-I’m sorry. Please… give me a moment. ❜ The former priestess brought her sleeves up, pressing them at her face. Hah, even if she thought she had changed, being so prone to her emotions would probably stay with her forever.

      The ELDER Sanada simply stares at the other – dumbfounded by her sudden appearance after 10-YEARS. So much had happened in that time, so much had changed, and yet? Suddenly, a figure from the past appears at his doorstep. Someone who had been SEALED in the realm of the d e a d.

      Most would figure that would be the last time they would see someone. Even Izanagi hadn’t been successful in retrieving someone from YOMI, as she’d been far too changed. And that – was the goddess that now resided in their own realm. The one who had been reincarnated as this young girl. A STORY he would have been reluctant to believe – at best, when his brother had finally filled him in on this… if it wasn’t for the fact that he had been taken HOSTAGE by the vengeful goddess herself.

      “… if you want to speak to me, we should head inside. I can have a room prepared so that we may speak in private.” Nobuyuki finally says, after a few moments of just listening to the other talk. Snapping out of his confusion and deciding he needed to act.

      They should talk. He had some questions himself, but? First and foremost, he needed to bring her inside… She looked exhausted. So? Quickly he ushered out some orders, before turning around. Gesturing with his hand to tell her to come along. “I’m… sure you do have a lot of questions and concerns. I’m willing to hear them out, it’s alright. I have nothing more pressing going on right now.” He was a busy man – and he was in the middle of things. However? This took precedence given the situation at hand. “You can have as long as you need to calm yourself when we’re out of the open. I understand being overwhelmed. Please, take as much time as you need here…”

       He would gesture towards the common room, giving quick orders to keep people away from this area – though to fetch some tea and some food for his guest. She looked like she’d traveled a long way, and it wasn’t likely that she had stopped anywhere. So? With that, he just gestures towards the room. A silent invitation for the other to sit down somewhere. It was hardly prepared for guests, but? The Lord of Numata was improving for now.

“ restoration “ || nobu & isa

ooc // s i d e ‘ m u s e s ?

{ as stated in my rules before - my having a seperation between “main muses” and “side muses” isn’t a lack of interest in both sets of muses. Instead, it’s really just that i’ve noticed some people respond better to some muses of mine... so?

if you’re a mutual of mine? by ( liking ♥ ) this post you’re giving me permission to spam you with muses from my “side-muse” page as well. generally speaking, you’re just giving me permission to use them with our rp’s, for possible starters from starter call, etc. rather then just the ones from my “main muses” page! :’3 this of course isn’t necessary to roleplay with me. if you’re entirely uninterested in these muses, that’s fine! <3 or if you have only have a few muses from my side muse page that you’re interested in? you just have to let me know~ i simply want to know who is interested in these muses!

- Aula }

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THAT CONFLICT HAD BEEN A MERE EXCUSE FOR Yuna not to step into Ueda anymore, lest she wished to act on her impulse and strangle that man. The low chuckle once that image popped into her mind was revealing how pleased she would be if she did that. However, Yuna had to be mindful of the people who worked for that man, along with his family. They did not need to be needlessly involved into a dispute which did not concern them, nor had to suffer pointlessly. It was a clash of ideals, nothing which would have incurred her wrath enough to kill him. Perhaps the desire to see him cornered was tempting, yet out of respect for the people who believed in him, she would lay low, thus the decision to avoid going into Ueda. Meeting with Anastasia or Isanami could always occur in other locations, rather than there. Yuna did not mind and it was better anyway.

❝ So, did he complain that somebody did not respect him and it was a woman, above all? ❞ No matter how kindly Isanami spoke of him, Yuna would not share that opinion, thus she propped her cheek into the palm of her hand, her tone dull and lacking interest. It was too bad he did not have a proper reaction and chose to keep that facade and only showed a bit of emotion slipping. What a boring man. Perhaps even their conflict could have been solved, would he actually be genuine to his emotions. Although it sounded.. fake coming from her, who had so much difficulty showing how she felt, at least in such situations, she did her best to convey what was important, rather than allow misunderstandings step in. ❝ My only satisfaction, well partly, is that I hit him hard enough for his cheek to be swollen, haha. That should have hurt, but that is not even an ounce of how people feel. Perhaps not now, but leadership can be a burden which weights too heavily if not handled properly. ❞

It was a weight she carried as well, all alone. No matter how many people stretched out a hand, she barely relied on them. There were things only she could do and should do, without having to take those hands and ask for help, but they were still there. It was only because she would rely and trust them. Because instead of being a leader, most of times she chose to be one of them and listen to them, rather than selfishly take decisions. For someone as him who did not show anything but that irritating smile, for how long would people be able to trust him, to put their lives into his hands? For somebody such as herself, that was nothing but a time problem, which could be decided any moment. That kind of leadership was a gamble, because in the end, no one could understand him. Was he even a bit close to the people who chose to follow him, aside the Braves? Even then, she doubted there was any kind of connection aside his self-interest for whatever purpose.

❝ My bad to contradict you, Anastasia, but I know plenty people who would be frustrated with his way of leading. ❞ No matter in what kind of good light she tried to pain him, Yuna did not see Yukimura that way. Not after their little spat and how little consideration he showed towards one of his fallen subordinates. Even if Hanzo proved to be alive at that time, it did not change the fact that he treated that death… lightly. While she could understand the importance of not showing weakness, of being a figure on whom people could rely, it did not mean they did not wish to see a glimpse of emotion from their leader. ❝ If they would have Yukimura as the one who leads them, well.. I can only imagine the worst case scenario. I am not perfect either as a leader, however I do try to show sympathy and solidarity when people need it, when the situation requires it even if moments after, I return to being myself and make the right decisions. Even if my heart breaks apart, I let my people know that they can count of me and that I understand their emotions, even if a little. Sometimes, this is more than enough for people to feel close to their leader, to gain more trust and actually feel like the person they follow does what they can in spite of how tough a situation is. ❞

Considering how much they mentioned Yukimura in that conversation, Yuna hoped he was hicupping somewhere. That thought alone made her snicker in amusement. However, if Anastasia said she was alright with him as a lord, she could let that little dispute slide. Only out of consideration for her. Rubbing her temples, as that man was giving her a headache even when not present, she could only blankly stare at the woman when she was told she would deny them their pay if she chose to do anything to Yukimura. With a defeated sigh, she rose her head towards the sky, allowing the gentle wind caress her locks. ❝ Yes, yes, whatever you say. I hope he hiccups until he dies then. If I had the chance to redo things of that day, I would do them in the same fashion anyway. ❞

     Anastasia sighs a little when her friend makes her comment. Complain? Not… quite. “Lord Sanada informed his page what happened because he had an obvious bruise on his cheek and had done some damage to his room – if he hadn’t explained what had happened, I think Rokurou would have worried that he’d been attacked by an enemy shinobi.” Not quite complaining. It was to keep the Page – the BRAVE of WATER from panicking about the safety of his Lord, especially right before a war was to break out. “… I know you dislike him, but you’re acting like he’s a complaining child.”

      It was a funny mental image, even if inaccurate. Yukimura could be a bit childish, so the fact that she could imagine him sort of whining about it was funny. And had he been in a better mood at the time, there was a good chance he might have “WHINED” about it towards his page in hopes of getting some sympathy points from his strict right-hand-man.

     However, the blond woman falls silent again as the other spoke. Sapphire eyes watching as the crimson-eyed woman spoke. It was . . . curious. As an IGA shinobi, she couldn’t entirely understand where the two of them were being so stubborn. Anastasia had always been business first, herself. And YUKIMURA was emotional most times – though a steeled leader when it came to emergencies. Yuna? She appeared to be somewhere… in between those things. ‘… it’s sort of charming.’ Honestly, she could barely keep herself from smiling – though she managed to, out of respect for the others frustration.

      It wasn’t until Yuna stopped speaking again that she waved her hand in a somewhat dismissive manner. “I know you mean no disrespect to me by saying those things.” The BRAVE of ICE reassures, laughing softly. “You’re entirely correct. I know many people who his leading style would only frustrate them. However, I’ve… come to feel right at home there. He… actually sort of reminds me of one of my old teachers, in Iga.” To be honest, the Russian kunoichi rarely spoke of IGA. Especially after everything had happened – but? Now that she was really thinking about it, she was starting to wonder if that was part of the reason she actually enjoyed working under that eccentric man. He sort of reminded her of h i m . . . the man who had gone out of his way to save her from her enslavement. “… though, I somehow feel as though you’d hate my teacher even worse then my lord, so? Perhaps I should… leave that conversation alone for now.” Her… “TEACHER” was a rather odd topic. And if Yuna disliked Yukimura, perhaps it was best she knew very little of that man. It seemed like it would just further boil the others blood…

      “… I can’t say I agree with your assessment as a leader, though. He shows plenty of sympathy to those in his employ, and he shows his compassion while at work. I’ve never seen a lord risk his own life for one of his guards before, and yet? When I betrayed the team before – he was quick to get to Rokurou’s side and make sure he recovered. If he hadn’t done that, he would be dead.” And if it wasn’t for the quick actions that happened around then – there was a chance that Anastasia would have done more then destroy his eye, and stab SASUKE through. ( a time she wasn’t proud of, but? she would bring it up all the same. ) “He personally sat by his page’s side to be sure of his recovery, taking care of him even though he’d lost the thing that had made him so valuable in the first place.” Anastasia continues, laughing at little at the absurdity of the thought. The reason the UNNO family was important was because of that e y e . . . and yet, Yukimura had kept him there even after he’d lost it. When most would have fired him… That was the world they lived in. If you lost your use, you weren’t worth keeping around anymore.

     And yet, that wasn’t how ether SANADA worked. And both employed the UNNO TWINS, despite the absurdity of “t w i n s” in this country…

      “I’m starting to wonder if a big part of your disconnect has to do with the fact that you are someone who wasn’t particularly close to him yet… I’ve truly never seen this ‘cold’ side of him, that you’ve mentioned. Once I was hired, I became part of his Braves, and no such wall was shown to me. Yes, that… irritating smile has always been a part of him. But, I don’t think I’ve ever experienced the side of him you’re talking about. Not even when he hired me once again.” When he’d welcomed her back, it was his genuine KINDNESS that had hurt her the most. Shackling her here . . . Honestly, she’d expected to be killed. And she would have been alright with that, and yet? That wasn’t what happened. “Oh maybe,” she adds, laughing softly – amusement beginning to shine in her eyes a little. “He’s heard about your connection to his brother.”

     Yukimura was an interesting one – and he had a lot of RESPECT for his elder brother. Though? They’d never been particularly close. In fact, there were times that Yukimura appeared afraid of his elder brothers “RAGE.” Nobuyuki only showed that irritated side around the younger SANADA…

     There was a good chance that YUKIMURA had made up his mind to not get to know her better, especially if he heard that Nobuyuki and Yuna had amicable relations. After all: Nobuyuki appeared to have a complex when it came to his brother – Yukimura wouldn’t have wanted to interfere if Nobuyuki was making a friend. And he certainly wouldn’t have wanted to dampen the chances of them getting along by also imputing himself.

      “… sorry, sorry. It appears I’ve managed to annoy you, friend.” Anastasia continues then, watching the other rub at her temples – a headache, she would imagine. “Talking about him probably isn’t helping with that, I’d imagine. Forgive me. Though,” she snickers at the thought of the LORD of UEDA with severe hiccups – oh goodness. At this time of the day? Rokurou would scold him, likely thinking that he’d gotten to drinking far too early. “I love the thought of him hiccupping uncontrollably. He’d be so frustrated. I would imagine he’d be pouting now, then. And, though I do enjoy working for my Lord... it’s actually nice to talk to someone who is from the outside of all of this. It gives me... another view of the situation. I enjoy our talks.”

// ren kougyoku

{ Warrior } -              ( ver ) .tidal wave╰☆╮(❝Ren Kougyoku❞)

      The youngest Princess in the Kou Empire, Ren Kougyoku aims to be similar to her “sister” Hakuei and become a general princess. She’s even gone so far as to capture a dungeon in hopes of accomplishing this. And? She is rather powerful while wielding her Djinn.

      She can seem a little cold and distant at first, however? When it comes down to it, that is a front to try to help her be a little more like her brothers. She can be very insecure and confused when it comes to certain things - however? Her heart it often in the right place. She neither enjoys war nor does she care for senseless violence. However? She will always prioritize protecting her family over all. Judal/Judar included.

{ Empress } -            ( ver ) .ocean ruby╰☆╮(❝Ren Kougyoku❞)

      Having stepped up to become the next Empress of the Kou Empire, she found herself in a position she’d never really... seen herself in. She’d had dreams of being a General, of supporting her family when they ascended to the throne . . . she hadn’t expected to become the Empress herself.

{ Modern } -             ( ver ) .dew drops╰☆╮(❝Ren Kougyoku❞)

( under construction! )

{ Lost Princess } -            ( ver ) .flash flood╰☆╮(❝Ren Kougyoku❞)

      Despite being the daughter of Koutoku, she was never discovered to be as such - so? A commoner of the Kou Empire, as well as the daughter of a prostitute, she has dreams of seeing the outside world. Which, it not normal for a citizen of the Kou Empire, let alone a young woman. She wants to see the outside world, she wants... more then this life. And she knows that if she stays here, she has little hope above following in her mothers footsteps.

      Perhaps it’s time to travel the world and try her luck.

❛ 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.

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