Silent as the Grave (Aristocrats) [LOCKED]

[Cali]

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Julius could imagine Rei rolling in her casket, had she been buried. He wondered if her ashes were all vibrating individually in disgust from the site every other family head and heir had just been forced to watch. He also remembered that sometimes entire teeth would make it out of the incinerator... Did enough of Rei's ash-laden molars remain for her to be screaming at the two Matsumoto males who now ran her house? If one were to press an ear to her crypt, would they hear her flame-filled voice reaching straight from hell to dishonor her family members?

As if Takehiro and Takumi's little display wasn't enough, the Isolation unit had to go and gush forth their misguided opinion. Honestly. Julius was taken aback more by Aiko Saito's outburst than the spell which had turned the air in the room to lightning. What did it say about the sacrifice to have allowed her trained, "obedient" fighter to reprimand an aristocrat like that? Ayane Umizo was quickly losing his favor, not that she'd ever really held it in the first place. Did any of the aristocratic heirs really like each other?

One glance at Valshe Jenoiu answered that question for him.

When the spell had hit its target, Julius had taken an instinctive step back toward his own fighter. Were hell to break loose, being in close proximity would benefit the both of them. They could do more damage together than apart. Now that he knew it wasn't going to come to that, he stepped up silently to the free side of Ayane.

"Wearing a suit beneath your mofuku makes this seem rather premeditated, Matsumoto-kun." His voice was as quiet and calm as ever, eyes blank as he watched the fellow heir, hands folded in front of his body. He did not offer condolences for Takumi's grandmother's death. "Of course, we're all intelligent enough to realize that you wouldn't stage such an embarrassing show at your own head of house's funeral. How unbecoming that would be..." A corner of Julius' mouth tilted upward just enough to be seen as he looked past Takumi to where Takehiro had been escorted from the room. "Poor man... Such grief he must feel, to be willing to jeopardize our fragile peace. Umizo-san, you look lovely as always."

Blue eyes turned momentarily toward the Isolation fighter. Such a tacky outburst... Though undoubtedly she had been speaking what was on the mind of her sacrifice. Valiant, if not utterly insipid. Were it himself and Kyler in that position, the fighter would pay for his words with his flesh. "And you as well, Saito-san."

Looking again to Takumi, Julius finally offered the courtesy that was expected of him. He bowed to the obviously younger male, breaking eye contact if only for a moment. "Forgive me for not introducing myself. Julius Nakamura. I do wish we were meeting under more positive circumstance."

The atmosphere in the room was still suffocating, thanks to Takehiro and Takumi's trip in their waltz. Surely the heir had been warned that this was more political than emotional? No one would be here were their alliances not at risk. "Might I offer some advice?" he asked, masking any disgust at the Isolation unit as well as any bemusement at the thought of everyone ripping each others' throats out with their teeth. He continued without waiting for an answer; it was a rhetorical question, after all. "Many of the attendants surrounding you will be approaching momentarily. Undoubtedly you have learned by now which families... get along better than others?" his eyes flicked toward Ayane again. She understood this dance just as well as the rest of them, and if Takumi didn't want to end this night with a bloodbath, he would listen with an open mind. "It would behoove you, Matsumoto-kun, to contemplate which of the people in this room you would keep close." There was a good chance those not chosen by the newly announced heir would seek to usurp his throne.

Suit just in case anyone forgotAnd Sato's ENTIRE reply got deleted so fuck this. I'll add it later. Fuck it.| @everyone |

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Although they had claimed the wall farthest from the crowd, they were anything but relaxed. Well, most of them, at least. Yuri looked like he was lounging away, watching a mediocre soap opera and predicting what would happen next. Shivani was Shivani, whatever the hell that meant nowadays, and Zeal looked simultaneously amused, scared, and far away. Sato wondered if the green-haired man was mentally fighting his demons and maybe notsomuch paying attention to what was going on around them. He was amazed that he himself was as calm as he seemed to be, between the atelophobia and mob of aristocrats who undoubtedly thought the Bloodhounds were nothing more than a pretty brick wall and keeping Kato from bounding forward at this most inopportune time.

He had to admit he was glad that he didn't have to be in charge today. Yuri was on-site, and that meant the sergeant became no more than another hound bound by his white, satin leash. He didn't even bother to push himself off the wall when Takehiro seemingly attacked Takumi. For the most part, the aristocrats could govern themselves - proven by how Isolation begain spouting off at the retreating back as Takehiro was escorted out. Idly, he wondered if one of them should accompany him and the two guards... Meh.

His eyes swept the room as the Nakamura heir moved to join the small group. He couldn't hear what was being said (he spoke so quietly... why?) but it was obviously uncomfortable for everyone involved. Sato wondered if he would have to be physically pulling a group of these brats apart by the end of the night. "You've always been good at chess. I wouldn't bet against you on this." Yuri had the knowledge of aristocratic politics and games alike. And that's exactly what this gathering was - a chess game, and everyone was a pawn to everyone else. "Think it'll be those three? Or one of the others?"

The Hanazono head was accounted for, all delicate and somehow floral as she stood there. It was funny to Sato how these aristocrats so accurately embodied their family symbols. Hanazono with her flowers, Nakamura with his snake... The male Jenoiu was also accounted for, speaking with a young girl and her... parents? Two older adults, anyway. Who they were was inconsequential as long as they didn't decide to recreate the scene that had just wound down.

"As long as we don't end up peeling their remains off each other or scrubbing blood off the wall, I'm all good with whoever wants to fight it out."

The hounds all join in glorious cry. The huntsman winds his horn; and hunting we will go.

Sato wants popcorn and beer for this.

Sadist bc I think you're up next? Or is it Iri ??

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[Zeal]

Attire king fire "Thanks for ruining this old man.."

The pat on his shoulder should have made the young man twitch. Odd how he didn't shrug him off but he has to look the part and play the role beyond all belief of being perfect. They did, however, make a very brief eye contact as if it held the I got this old man conversation before they looked back at the family. Great now his dad was doing his stellar performance with tears and all. Valshe was doing his utmost best to not be an ass to the man who still had the Jeniou symbol above his head. His eyes narrowed as he scanned the area then they fell back on the very person who could make him smile any day.     "No worries Father" Valshe smirked just slightly for his father to see. "Matsumoto-chan I am sure will tell me if she needs anything." He thought about it since he couldn't directly say, Since we have been friends for 2 years or so. Yes saying that out loud would not only cause problems for both of them but this being a wake of sorts the timing is not appropriate. When she thanked him Valshe gave a genuine smile to her comment and nodded. "But of course~ Your health is very important. Besides you have a nice long life ahead of you so definitely keep it healthy." Valshe wanted to gag at the whole statement but it is something he had to do let alone state now that she was seen as a patient.     "Please pardon me as I leave to get something to drink. Would anyone like something?" He offered as he listened. Rings suppressed and others restrained but they were everywhere. Headache inducing for sure but he made sure to not give away those signs. Maybe later if he really felt he needed to escape from this drag of an event. He turned to see Hanazono and he figured more people were coming along even if they were late. Even they looked uninterested at being here like the rest of them. If Valshe would have had his way he would have popped in talked to Cho-chan then leaves.     A commotion was stirring by Taki and Valshe couldn't help but look. The tweedles came to his aide and the prickly pair followed afterwards. Power struggle maybe? That was not uncommon in events such as these. Thankfully it was handled quickly and Valshe grabbed his next glass of tea. Maybe he should have let the feud drag on just a little more it could have been the center of entertainment at least. Within seconds however Julius was on the scene and this made Valshe raise an eyebrow. "This can get interesting~" He muttered under his breath and gave a smirk. Maybe sticking around was good even if it was for a little while more. "You won't talk about your failures. Why?" ~ Vash

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Satoshi wiped his eyes and nodded as he agreed about it. He gently pat Yue's head and checked her over. "As my son stated to you your a young woman and your health is very important so I do hope you continue to take great care of yourself." he smiled as he watched Valshe walk away from them and headed to the refreshments table. He turned back to the family and nodded once more. "I will be here for a little while longer. I do have another priority to tend to but I assure you I will try my best to see all of your family." he stated as his senses ticked.

Eyes looked over quickly and he sensed Takumi was very well misbehaving. Of course when one is becoming the new head they tend to be big headed so he was probably restrained for it. Satoshi offered them a smile and offered the family a turn to walk around for a bit. "Shall we walk around a bit? I would love to get to know about her loving parents. I don't get to be out in gatherings too often. Also would be important to note any allergies she may have just in case she returns and has to stay overnight." He stated as he gave them a genuine smile. "It might be a nice break away from the glooming atmosphere for a few short minutes."

Words. -- Tags. king fire Notes. His Attire except the gloves are off. He doesn't trust Valshe in such events still so he will cover for him until distracted again.

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Zealos gave a low sigh as he followed them to the other side away from the hardships of the so called crying and sorrowful heads of each family there. The chess game they all loved to play yet Zealos always just watched except for when Yuri wanted to play the real thing with his glass set. For now this was the only chess game he had to play with Yuri since the 2 weren't really talking. He was tired but the sunglasses hid that part as his eyes scanned the board and checked to see who was here and what was going on.

A spell was cast since the air seemed to change but 2 people were called to escort the dear old, weeping, disheveled, grandfather out of the crowd. It almost seemed like he wasn't willing to go as if he would start the first power struggle fight with the other families there. Maybe Masa should drop on the scene and make this a fight of raving savages. It would be far more interesting than standing around in boredom. He watched as Nakamura walked over to handle the situation on the board. This man was far more intelligent than most and his careful strategy would always place Yuri on his toes. Of course the very man who is the Bank of Japan it reminded Zealos he needed to add the extra funds in his account from the settlement over his father. "Hm....If they do it would make the wake more into an event." Zealos muttered more so under his breath as he scanned the board once more yet everyone seemed to ache for the same thing. "I actually agree with you Sergeant. I would dislike to be on a clean up duty when someone else could do a far better job at it." Zealos stated as he saw some circles splitting and others merging to other circles. As the chess board changed his eyes narrowed and figured the game would be upped even if it was slight.

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[king fire]

Everybody's watching to see the fallout

But now we've stepped into a cruel world Where everybody stands and keeps score

Keep your eyes open

word vomit gets the ball rolling on the fun and games again | Sadist Zeal Aiko yuri Cali Iri Tsukiyoko | attire, necklace, and song

It shouldn't have taken her by surprise, the act Valshe's father put on - yet it did. Maybe she had been expecting him to be more like his son. The girl should have known better than anyone that children don't always reflect their parents. It sort of irritated her to be downgraded from friend to patient, but there was nothing they could really do; it was a problem with no easy answers. And she'd made matters worse by calling attention to their relationship. It was one of the few times Huan Yue wished she could go back in time and do something differently.

The difference between the genuine emotion behind the false patient/doctor act didn't slip unnoticed by Juri, but she had bigger fish to hook at the moment. A certain Head who could help further her son's position if he took favorably enough. It was part of the game they all played...well all but the politically inept girl at her side. A waste of training if there ever was one; how anyone could believe the girl was a Blank, Juri didn't know. But...it had gotten the child away from her brother so that the woman could mold him into the perfect little replacement for the Heir, so she supposed it had been a good thing. Though the headpat the girl received irked her.

Juri declined a drink for the three of them and waited most prudently for Valshe to leave hearing distance before putting her plans into action. There was a breathless moment of tension everyone could feel, drawing gazes to the mini-drama being played out by Taki, Takehiro, and the Umizos. Huan Yue couldn't help the ever-growing knot of anxiety in the pit of her stomache that was slowly making its way to her chest; it fairly constricted her heart when she witnessed her grandfather bind her favorite cousin so close to another Aristocrat. Then the twins, Yoshiro and Yoshio "helped" Takehiro leave, and the worry increased. Just what would happen now? Would Taki be okay? One of the other Aristocrats who'd been more lurking than mingling joined the small group with the Matsumoto Heir, and she fought for control. Taki needed more people to defend him! But what could she do? She couldn't even save herself. She hid the wince as her father's wife's claws dug into her arm, directing her to be quiet as Juri accepted the invitation to walk with the Jenoiu Head. "Regretfully, I must inform you, Jenoiu-san, that our darling Huan Yue is an orphan." Her emphasis on darling implied she thought something else and was being polite because the girl was there. Which was half-right: she was polite because she wanted to make a decent impression on the Jenoiu Head. A sad smile hid the malice she felt towards the girl as she continued, casually leading them closer to the Academy Headmaster without seeming to aim at the group. As if her passing by the Headmaster with her son and Satoshi in tow were an accident.

The arrow struck home, just as planned. The teen's ears quivered as she struggled to hold on to her composure. Her mother was a sore spot, and her father...well, the barbs from that one innocuous statement dug deep. "She's well taken-care of by the Kobayashi branch, so there's no need to be concerned," which, in the priavte battle between woman and teen meant Huan Yue wasn't worth the time or effort the Head implied with his conversation. After the effort of being poised since the first guest arrived, Juri's words - implied and spoken - were the last straw. Huan Yue just couldn't hold on to everything any more; something had to give, and since she had to hide how Juri hurt her...it was her ring that finally won its freedom thanks to the squeezing of the knot of dread on her heart. It was more luck than anything that her ring had no physical effect and was felt and not heard. Meaning that those unsuspecting people closest to the girl physically were hit the hardest, with the bubbling joyful feeling gradually dissipating with distance. It would hit everyone in the room, certainly, but how hard would be determined by where they were and how capable their defenses were. Mortification swept through her, and tearful blue eyes tried to catch Taki's gaze from across the room. Someone had to get her away from Juri so she could calm down enough to suppress the ring once more. When Grandfather hears of this, I'm going to be in so much trouble.

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[Iri]

It shouldn't have happened but you let it Now you're down on the ground screaming medic The only thing that comes is the post-traumatic stresses Shields, body armors and vests don't properly work That's why you're in a locker full of hurt The enemy within and all the fires from your friends The best medicine's to probably just let it win These battle scars don't look like they're fading

Of course it would have been too much to ask for this quiet gathering to stay exactly that, a quiet gathering. So many Units all mingling in a small area, so many rings suppressed and so many intentions unknown... A recipe for disaster. Though it was a bit surprising that the first bit of drama came from the family of the deceased. Tsubaki felt the air shift as a spell was woven, and her first instinct was to reach out and take hold of Katya's hand. The next being to seek out her heir, who was still standing a few feet to the side, her lips tilted down into steadily darkening frown. Behind her stood another female Fighter. Beau was her name, an Italian woman bought years ago for her True Name, Allegiant. The older woman was one of the few Fighters that Sumi-chan could stand being around, so Tsubaki was left wondering what had caused her little heir's suddenly sour mood.

Her rust colored eyes followed Sumire's gaze back over to the commotion, just in time to see the Umizo Fighter have a few words with the Matsumoto Fighter. That certainly couldn't have been the reason, so she let her gaze shift further till they settled on a familiar pale head. The Veritas Fighter. Ayane certainly had some gall to bring that girl here. It was almost enough to make Tsubaki's own serene features darken, but she hadn't gone through years of perfecting her mask to let it slip so easily. However that didn't mean this slight could go unchecked. Though any and all retribution would have to wait, funerals were no place for that kind of behavior and Tsubaki would never stoop so low.

Her attentions were diverted a moment later, when Katya's free hand rose up to gently grasp hold of the taller woman's shoulder. "Hm?" She murmured gently, tilting her head to the side slightly, yet not taking her eyes off the group across the room.

"Something else is about to happen," Katya's soft voice whispered in her ear a moment later. "I can't say for certain what," she paused for a half second, "but we are safe for now."

The blind woman's words put Tsubaki on edge, and with her free hand she discretely motioned to Beau, signaling the woman to keep her eyes peeled and Sumire within reach. For her own part Tsubaki had to resist the urge to switch roles, from Sacrifice to Fighter. She always felt too exposed, too weak as a Sacrifice. But as a blank it would have been insane to come to a gathering of mainly Sacrifices, each highly trained, as a Fighter. For now she would have to trust that Beau would handle things.

Besides, once the crown around the Matsumoto heir thinned out, Tsubaki intended to give him her condolences and then leave quietly after that. She wouldn't be so cruel as to force her little heir to suffer more than needed.  

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Like everyone else in the room, Sumire's eyes were drawn to the commotion in the center. Though unlike everyone else, Sumi's gaze settled on one figure in particular. Her Fighter. The sight of her destined caused a painful tremor in her chest, close to her heart and that pale red thread that linked her soul to its other half. All at once her body felt in turns too hot and too cold before a kind of numbness settled over her. As if she had just come in from playing in the snow and immediately sat by the fire place. Anger gripped her next, and she couldn't help but ball her hands into tight fists as her lips pressed tightly into a frown. Nor could she prevent her ears from flattening against her skull, and her tail from going rigid. Why was she here?! What God had she offended that seemed so keen on making her suffer? Wasn't it enough that someone else dared lay claim to what was rightfully her's? Must that family parade her Fighter around like that? A power play. Like dogs marking their territory. Though instead of pissing all over something, the Umizo's had chosen to bring the Veritas Fighter in on a tight leash. The sudden urge to release her ring, and assert her will gripped Sumire tightly. What would they do then? She might not be as old or skilled as Ayane Umizo-Sama, but the will of a Sacrifice over their True Half was not something easily broken or conquered. What would happen then? Would they fight to keep what they had taken? Would they risk such a scandal?  Before Sumire even got the chance, a sudden wave of happiness washed over her, tempering her anger for the time being. Her eyes darted around, despite the feeling of elation coursing through her, her mind was at once wary. Her Name burned on her skin, this feeling wasn't natural, wasn't what she truly wanted to feel. Was it a spell? She glanced to her cousin first, suspicoius that the woman might have cast one to keep her from doing something rash. But a quick check confirmed that Tsubaki was still acting as a Sacrifice, and Katya never cast spells, not to mention the blind woman wasn't capable of casting silent ones so she would have heard the words.  Beau was at her side a split second later, she too had felt whatever that was. "End this." Sumire ordered lowly, careful to keep her voice even and quiet. Beau did not respond, but a moment later when Sumi felt a spell wash over her and those close by to her she knew her order had been followed. The happiness left, and her anger returned white hot in its place. TAGS yuri Cali @kyo king fire Sadist NOTES Sumi's pissed, more so than usual. >.> Also should note that Beau's spell removed outside influence from Sumi, herself, Tsubaki and Katya and anyone else who is standing pretty close to them. So its up to anyone else if they want the extra help.

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'cause tonight's the night

the world begins again

It should go without saying that Kyler would rather be anywhere but here. His tie was uncomfortable, and felt more like a noose around his neck than anything else. The suit was comfortable (of course it was, anything that cost enough to feed a small country for a year had better feel like goddamn Aphrodite's silky perfect skin pressed against his own body) and the shoes were too, but that did little to make him feel more at ease in this room full of high and mighty assholes who all probably deserved several swift kicks in a not so pleasant place. Not to mention that he was expected to trail behind Julius like some obedient little puppy, and never speak unless spoken too... Actually, he was pretty sure Julius wouldn't want him talking at all. Period. Kyler wasn't eloquent, and he sure as hell wasn't the type to lie through his teeth just to avoid offending the delicate sensibilities of those who called themselves Aristocrats. No, it was probably better that his Sacrifice did all the talking for the both of them. Even if it did mean Kyler was left bored with only his own thoughts to entertain him. 

Just as he was contemplating whether or not his own tie could be tight enough to cut off his air supply, his body tensed when a spell was cast. Immediately he stepped right up to Julius, almost going as far as to push his Sacrifice behind him, but instead settling for being barely centimeters away from being right on top of the other man. Julius more than likely wouldn't appreciate that kind of man handling, especially when the offending spell hadn't even been directed at him. His hazel eyes lingered on the Matsu-whatever his name was- (he knew the guy was the heir, that had to count for something) for a breath longer then flitted warily to his own Sacrifice. Who apparently didn't seem to pay Kyler's sudden proximity any mind for a second later Julius was stepping away towards the danger that Kyler had just a moment ago been trying to defend him from with his own body mind you. Julius didn't even so much as look back, and it went unsaid that Kyler was expected to follow. The ass. Suppressing a heavy sigh, Kyler did just that, maintaining the correct amount of steps just behind Julius, just like he'd been taught. Heaven forbid Kyler walk too close or far. What an absolute scandal that would be.

He followed behind, stopping near another Fighter, a young girl who seemed to be with the lady -Umizo family head, he realized a second later- that Julius had stepped next to. He gave the girl a quick once over, then turned back to eavesdrop in on the conversation between the Aristocrats. Only to nearly laugh out loud at his Sacrifice's words. Only Julius could make accusations and threats come out like nothing more than friendly advice. It was like watching a cheap soap opera play out, all these rich people, so entitled and sure that they were better than everyone else and low key insulting one another at every turn. 

When the urge to laugh intensified a moment later, Kyler really struggled to hold it in, instead a wide grin made itself known on his once bored expression. The sudden joy was odd, but that alone wasn't enough to put him on guard. It the feeling of a second spell being cast that raised his internal alarm. Something was going on. He wasn't sure what, but something was definitely about to happen. His eyes darted about the room quickly, looking for whatever it was that had his instincts going crazy. 


Notes- Dunno what happened with the image on this template, I'll fix it later when I feels like it. Writing three povs is dumb. *siiiigh*

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[Sadist]

"FOOLS," SAID I, "YOU DO NOT KNOW.
SILENCE LIKE A CANCER GROWS.
HEAR MY WORDS THAT I MIGHT TEACH YOU.
TAKE MY ARMS THAT I MIGHT REACH YOU."

Silent as the Grave

Takumi barely held back the curse that threatened to leave him when his attempt to divert attention from what Takehiro had done didn't make any impact whatsoever. Plausible deniability had its drawbacks, like a lack of perparedness for sh*t hitting the fan. When the Nakamura Heir sidled up next to Ayane, Taki's eye gave the slightest twitch. He waited until the man had finished with his oh-so-polite insults before turning fully to him. But his eyes were drawn to the blond behind Julius. More accurately, to the goofy grin that was spreading across his features. Well, at least one thing was going according to plan this evening. And, recognizing the man, he got an idea. Since Nakamura hadn't introduced himself right away, why should he?

"I remember you...Daniels, wasn't it? Kyler Daniels. My sister was in a few of your classes." He smiled at the blond, knowing that someone speaking to the Fighter was probably not something Nakamura had planned for his evening. "You seem to be doing well for yourself. And thank you. You have no idea how helpful you've just been." He lifted his hand to the small microphone that was clipped to his blazer and pressed a button. "Hito, Hiro, it seems you've missed your cue. Get rid of the snake in the grass and bring Yue-chan to me. Her Ring's running amok."

His final pair of guards stepped in front of Juri and Satoshi, blocking their path. "Excuse us, Jeniou-sama. Juri, you and your son are ordered to return to your room immediately. Head's orders, in case you were thinking of arguing." Hitoshi frowned at the two of them, a bit put off by the realization that he looked eerily similar to the Jeniou Head. He had dropped Juri's honorific purposefully, to impress on her that she was truly beneath even a bodyguard here. Hiromi smiled sweetly at Yue and held out her hand. "Yue-sama, Takumi-sama would like you to accompany him now. You've done exactly what he wished you to do, alerting him that Juri was getting too friendly with those above her station. Come. I'll take you to him." With that, Hitoshi took Juri, not gently, by the arm and led her and Sheng Li away. Hiromi took gentle hold of Yue's hand and led her toward Takumi.

Meanwhile,Takumi nodded and, that business taken care of, finally gave Nakamura his full attention. "Believe me, Nakamura-sama, if I'd known what sort of stunt Takehiro would pull this evening, I would have had a better way of dealing with it than a weak attempt to divert attention from him to someone else's faux pas. My name, for the record, is Matsumoto Takumi, Head of the Matsumoto Family. Not, as the email that was sent out indicated, the Heir." He smiled, abandoning the great pretense of the evening. There was no grief in this room for Rei, not since Takehiro's removal. "Actually, no, they haven't had the chance to talk to me about that. Perhaps you would be willing to explain it to me some time. Over lunch perhaps? Goodness knows I could use an honest opinion, and you seem to have no qualms about voicing yours."

It was at this point that Hiromi arrived with Yue and bowed to them as she handed the girl off to Takumi. As he took his cousin's hand, their Rings mingled, calming the joy that infected the room into a simple feeling of peace as he carefully toned both their Rings down (by calming her enough that she could reign hers in and lowering his to match her level). "That's better. I do apologize for that rather distracting emotional display. My dear cousin Huan Yue is still in training, and I'm...afraid I gave her a rather trying task for the evening. She's done quite well, all things considered." He gave her a gentle smile as he gently moved her to take his arm in the ladylike fashion that would be expected of her.

outfit Hitoshi/Hiromi
Tag: yuri (and because I know you'll want to read it immediately: king fire Cali Iri )
Notes: Sassy!Taki, ACTIVATE! lol

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[Zeal]

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