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| Zanya Kisaragi | 如月斬夜 | | カタナW |
✲ Housing: 5.001 ☆ Job: Police✲
☆ Affiliated with UN ☆
✲Parents: Gaius || Elizabeth✲
☆Fiance: Tasuku ☆
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[TXT] Marry me, seriously if dont we are fighting
[txt] meet me in the pit
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[TXT] [every six months the same person marries the same three buddyfight characters consecutively. they’ve been doing this for at least three years.]
[txt] if you’re really telling me this there must be some kind of importance right?[txt] … who is… doing that even
Is someone marrying their buddyfight cards? There’s only so many people he knows that can do that. Maybe someone must love their deck enough to do that… … … … Shido, perhaps…
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[TXT] Please, i have to marry you.. i must get into the howe family of richness
[TXT] If you would join my party of doom,and forever pwnd them noobs with
[TXT] You’re gay, I’m gay, can I make it any more obvious?
[TXT] [every six months the same person marries the same three yugioh characters consecutively. they’ve been doing this for at least three years.]
[TXT] Will u marry me u piece of garbage
[TXT] If you say yes, it will Quench my thirst.
[TXT] Forever till anime dies and video games arent fun and the sun consumes the earth
[TXT] make me ur husby nd be my wifi . .
[TXT] u are the sad frog to my no gf guy
[TXT] I REALLY want you to sit on my face. Like, REALLY bad. PLEASE. PLEASEEEEE.
[TXT] STOP talking.I need to say something. Three days ago, I loathed you,
[TXT] (kiss face emoji)
[TXT] Marry me, seriously if dont we are fighting
[TXT] Light of My Life, Fire of my SUPER HOT FIRE………Lets Get Married…>WE cannot Break Free…..
[TXT] Give me all of ur love gems fool
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#THE UN POLICE#photo;#fcb;#im laughing so hard let me be free#why did iunctum allow 12-13 year olds to be officers
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ship art [x]
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“Then that’s settled.” He states, with a firm handshake with Tasuku. True enough, it’s been ages since Tsukikage has gotten action too, inside of the buddyfight field, he means. Certainly, the pair has been doing a lot of the cop work, and he has to admit- after a while it gets exhausting, but the thought of helping the city improve, not to mention, washing away the crime really makes him feel great! Becoming a helpful person to society… Just like his dad… The real one back in Aibo, actually.
Zanya never really owned a bike, honestly, who needs bikes when you have BUDDY SKILL! Welcome to the future… Haha.
Wait— Ride him? Tasuku Ryuuenji? What was THAT SUPPOSE TO MEAN! Zanya almost freezes in his spot, but he didn’t want to look weird to Tasuku [even so, that’s like… all the time], so now he just stares at the other blue-haired boy with the most baffled expression ever: mouth agape, and eyes widened in surprise from the sudden offer.
Him… And Tasuku…
Alone…
He lifts his hand to readjust his glasses, nervously, for probably the 4392429th time, “Uhh… Well…” he first starts off his uneasy sentence, a bead of sweat running down the side of his face— Piggyback riding? Oh… Then he goes on to mention the ranch. Oooh… Zanya pauses, gulps, then nods…
Okay.
False alarm … Alright, okay. [Macklemore voice] Alright, alright, okay, uh, alright, okay. That’s how it is.
Scratching his cheek, he looks to the side, “That sounds fun… I never really rode a horse before- that doesn’t mean I don’t know HOW to though… Have you?” He asks casually, trying to bounce back from his small panic attack he almost had… Smooth af. “Hm… But, should we set up camp, and then check out that ranch, or what? Maybe it’d be easier to just set up camp after… You did mention those bears. I wouldn’t want our stuff raided while we were gone, you know.”
dude, this camping trip is going to be... inTENTS
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It’s not every day the HQ gets new members. It’s actually quite surprising when Natalia ATTEMPTED to tell Zanya about the news, but everyone knew that when Natalia tries to tell Zanya something... It just doesn't work. Later, Tasuku ended up telling him anyway.
For the most part, the two blue haired boys sat in the main room of the HQ, on the couches as they waited for the new arrival. Zanya takes his time to look over the applicant’s papers one last time, just to make sure if this really is a good idea. Chrom, huh… Sort of an odd name, but he can’t be one to judge. Though, he seems to have really handy skills- sword user too, which really interests Zanya for the most part. With a nod, he sets the papers neatly into a folder.
As the door opens, Zanya stands up and looks towards the male that walks in. This seems to be the guy— and his intuition was right when he introduces himself with the name that was written on the papers.
“Oh, hello. It’s nice to meet you.” He says, nodding in Chrom’s direction as a general greeting, “I’m Zanya Kisaragi… And Tsukikage.” After saying Tsukikage’s name, the ninja does appear from Zanya’s core deck case, and he greets Chrom with a scroll with the words 「Nice to meet you」 on it.
It seems as if Chrom took time to ask his question, probably it’s because since the HQ is actually… Underwhelming… It’s understandable. He raises a finger, “Not to worry, we may be small, but we’re the most trusted police force in the city!” Well, to be real, they’re the ONLY police force in the city, but hey, they get their job done. With that said his eyes avert to the side, and he lowers his hand, “Well, do have other… People… Person, I mean. Maybe you can meet… Her.”
He doesn’t want to be the one that does it though.
“Er… Do you want to?”
SEEKING MORE THAN ONE GUY
A job had been mandatory after entry into Iunctum it appeared, Chrom could see the reasoning behind it and thus, wasn’t one to dilly dally on acquiring one. It took him some time to become accustomed to the modern jobs, things were so grandly different than what he knew but he wouldn’t let it phase him in the slightest. He was determined and after a thorough reading of a certain job description did he find his calling.
Though he had prepared himself as best he could, entering the headquarters was still a surprise.
Perhaps he had expected something more… grandiose though it was certainly a step up from the every day barracks. Still, he was curious as to the number of law enforcers around or rather what appeared to be lack there of. Chrom cleared his throat and excused himself as he entered, glancing around until he found another person. Though once again, it wasn’t what he expected. Yet Chrom wasn’t one to judge, his experience had shown him that all kinds of people were capable of great things after all.
Even if this child did look only to be twelve years old.
"Oh, hello! I’m Chrom and it looks like starting today we’ll be working together though,"
He gave pause to mull his question over, wondering if it was out of place to ask but saw no reason not to. "Are you the only one who works here…?"
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He really didn’t have time to hear this fanatic go on and on about stuff he could really care less for. Honestly, Zanya did have better things to do, as much as he loved to read sometimes; there’s no way the boy would really have a legit interest in romance novels. Even so, the male did have a point, so now he is supposedly stuck with this guy under he finds that book with the odd title and buy it for him—
Until suddenly a bunch of books, which none of them seem to be the book he asked for earlier, is loaded into Zanya’s arms. Hey, why? He looks down and noticed that Jiwoo is even loading books for Tsukikage to hold as well! Zanya furrows his eyebrows, a bit irked that the blond is using Zanya, and Tsukikage as book holders, but… Breath in, breath out. This isn’t the time to get angry.
“Wait, what… Why would these be counted as research?” He suddenly asks the blond, “Aren’t most romance novels like fantasy or something…” This is… So Lame. Why.
Although, Jiwoo’s own sentence is cut off with a moment of silence. Zanya returns his gaze, raising an eyebrow wondering what the other could possibly be thinking. Then, Jiwoo opens his mouth to speak, placing a hand on his shoulder is manner that seems much friendlier than his forceful grasp from earlier that dragged Zanya into this bookstore in the first place.
“I… Uh…” Zanya’s at a loss for words, he opens his mouth to answer his question- or deny him in some point, but Jiwoo didn’t even stop talking! Rude! Then, he drops a bigger question.
How close is Zanya… To Tasuku. TO TASUKU RYUENJI…
“T…That SHOULDN’T … MATTER… I think.” He blurts out, his cheeks flushing with a light pink tint due to such a sudden question. Honestly, at the thought that Zanya is ENGAGED to Tasuku; it just hits him like a steel ball. It’s incredibly embarrassing, why. Especially since he remembers when they first met up again, and were about to go to the café but Zanya just FAINTS, right THERE!!! CALM DOWN, ZANYA. CALM!
In a hurry, he puts the stacks of books on a nearby shelf, and readjusts his glasses as he attempts to recompose himself [although, it’s not going to help much], “Of course… We’re CLOSE AND… We work together, and do things. Uhh… I mean, I’ve known him for a while, and I really look up to him. We share a job… We haven’t done THAT MUCH stuff…” Why does this matter to him. He’s like 12.
…
“Wait— why are you even asking?!” A small huff leaves his lips as he readjusts his glasses one more time to hide his embarrassment, “Does this REALLY concern you? Don’t tell me you’re an EXPERT at this stuff just because you read words on a bunch of pages.”
who says romance is dead
"…I’m going to ignore what you just said for your sake."
Jiwoo didn’t have time to argue taste with someone who OBVIOUSLY didn’t have any.
What was he, 12? — He certainly looked and acted like it. Naturally Jiwoo couldn’t expect anything from someone so INEXPERIENCED. It only left him to sigh in exasperation prior to leafing through the bookshelves, collecting a few different titles than the desired novel, he would leave that one up to his helper. He could manage that much at least, couldn’t he? Jiwoo side-eyed Zanya to gauge him and wondered if he really could manage this. Well, whether he could or could not, he would have to in order to make up for what happened just outside the store.
"You can’t just GIVE me money to pay for it. Have you no sense of responsibility?
I know you’re young but you can’t be dense too…maybe I’m giving you too much credit.”
"Besides," Jiwoo had already started to unload a hefty stack of novels into Zanya’s arms and even Tsukikage’s (though he had no idea what it even was) whilst continuing his explanation. He went on to say that if it hadn’t been for Zanya’s untimely arrival then Jiwoo would have been on his way home by now or even at home, reading today’s novel without a care in the world. Yet instead he was stuck here, with him, and forced to do this. "Things like this aren’t just for reading, I use them for research as well. Not that I think you will understand such a thing but they’re quite helpful in understanding the basics of relationships unless —"
For a long moment did Jiwoo pause, his eyes sizing up Zanya in silent judgement. His lips turned a frown and his brow furrowed, eventually did he reach out and put a decisive hand on Zanya’s shoulder. Jiwoo’s conclusion was an obvious one, after all. "Judging by your comments, you’re hardly an expert in relationships, aren’t you?" He didn’t wait for Zanya to answer. He went on to boldly ask and prove his point perhaps, in the same vein. Who knows? Maybe Zanya would surprise him though Jiwoo wasn’t keen on the idea that Zanya would be someone who surprised him, so he kept his expectations low.
"So? How close would you say you are with your spouse anyway?"
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There isn’t much of a reaction from Zanya when the girl practically uses the boy as a platform. Here, and there Zanya does momentarily twitches, but for the most part he’s still out cold from the sudden surprise that a girl was in his bed [and clothes]. Tsukikage is taken aback when the girl only shrieks at his note- if the little ninja could frown… He would be doing that right now. Instead, he just watches her try to cocoon herself comfortably in Zanya’s sheets.
Tsukikage is definitely in a pickle here! On one hand he has a fainted Zanya, but on the other hand a scared-to-death girl trying to separate herself from the current reality by hiding under sheets. Well, it’s time to go into babysitter mode…
While Mary is trying to hide herself under the mass of bed sheets, Tsukikage leaves the room in a hurried fashion- sorry Zanya, you’re just going to have to lay there unconscious, Tsukikage can only do so much. The ninja returns, pulling a heater into the room, which he sets near the pair of kids, and rushes to the plug to plug the machine in. Turning it on, finally, the hot air begins to blow to hopefully warm them up from the outside rain.
Tsukikage grabs a laundry bin from the corner of the room, and hauls it towards the middle. He picks up Mary’s clothes and sets them in there, just so they don’t get any more water anywhere… He’ll probably be the one doing laundry for the kids later. He’s use to it though! It actually reminds him of the times where he did laundry for both Akatsuki, and Zanya.
Damn… Zanya… Please wake your ass up.
Tsukikage grabs a pillow from the bed, and places it under Zanya’s head. It’ll give him comfort for now, as he tries to figure out why Mary is here. It seems like he’ll have to handle this with lots of caution. The ninja slowly walks around the mass of bed sheets to find Mary’s face, and he takes out another scroll to show her the words written on it: 「Nice to meet you, I’m Tsukikage.」
kimochi oniichan **pans out stream to tweetdeck** i.. why...
#WE'rE NOT BAD I SWEAR!!!!!#IM CRYING ZANYA JUST SUCKS :((((#hes not dead though#i mean he looks like it .. but hes still breathing ok#hes just ..... having a hard time#memorisa01
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A gasp leaves Zanya’s mouth as he sees Mary almost practically jumps in surprise, and hitting the wall. This causes the poster to rip, but Zanya can only watch in horror… No, Tasuku… How can he do it for him when the only thing he done to him is RIP HIS FACE! This is true horror, what kind of nightmare did Zanya land in this time?
Okay, well, this isn’t a nightmare. He’s well aware of that, but … The thought that all the current events right now, is happening RIGHT HERE. RIGHT NOW. It terrifies the boy. He’s only twelve, he wants to live a long life, please.
Tsukikage, attempting his best, pulls on Zanya’s pant leg to try to snap him out of it; which he does. Though, when amber eyes look at Mary, nervously, as beads of sweat [and water from the rain probably] roll down his face he notices the girl is…
The sound of glasses cracking can be heard. Then, Zanya finally blurts out:
“A.. A GIRL… IS WEARING MY CLOTHES…?!”
In that moment of his panic, he feels that light-headed feeling that's all too familiar rush to him. Zanya feels dizzy, in that moment he feels his feet lift under him. The boy hits the ground, a loud ‘thump’ emits throughout the room when he makes contact with the floor.
Tsukikage looks at Zanya in the most utter surprise, though this isn’t the first time [surprisingly enough] the Buddy’s seen Zanya just faint. Usually, the little ninja would rush to his side for assistance, but first he pays attention to the girl’s nervous mumbling. Apparently, the girl isn’t aware this is actually Zanya’s room, but everyone makes mistakes! Tsukikage shakes his head in reply, and takes out a scroll of paper- not his usual scrolls, but a white sheet of paper for much longer messages he uses these to pass information, and notices around. The ninja takes a few moments to write something on it, but then he presents it to Mary.
「There’s no need to show us the exit, or be alarmed, this is his room- and the two of us live here.
May we ask who you are?」
Zanya needs to get his shit together.
kimochi oniichan **pans out stream to tweetdeck** i.. why...
#im sorry??? ill probably never be able to calm down#i need to be freed#im so sorry#tsukikage got this tho hes nice ok !!!#memorisa01
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hides under your covers
[The sound of Zanya SCREAMING]
[The sound of Zanya hitting the ground]
[He's gone]
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“I can’t believe it started pouring like that as soon as we started heading home…” He mutters out loud, mostly talking to his buddy as the two flew home from work. Making it back to the apartment as fast as he can prevented the Ninja duo from being as soaked, but getting wet in general from the rain was unavoidable. When they both enter, Zanya stops in his tracks- with eyes narrowed he stares down at the floor of the apartment.
Tsukikage seemed to have noticed as well, since his eyes immediately fell to the ground.
Tapping his cheek, amber eyes inspect the ground, “It seemed like… Someone’s home…” He presumes, though he can’t be sure if it’s Gaius or not. The water that tracked through the floor- it just didn’t seem right, so with that, he starts following the trail.
That trail. Lead right to his room.
Oh my god.
Oh. My god!
Did someone… DID THEY SEE?! DID THEY! SEE!!! Zanya’s suddenly frozen in fear, while Tsukikage stares up at the boy with a confused stare. Tugging at Zanya’s pant leg, the boy immediately composes himself, and readjusts his glasses.
Time for the moment of truth, huh…
The door to his room wasn’t closed, so with a light push he opens the entrance to his room more so he can step in with extreme caution- Tsukikage follows Zanya’s steps carefully. The first thing that he notices is the pile of clothes in the center of the room, so he goes to inspect it. Gloved hands pick it up- the clothes were damp, and…
“Ack—!” The boy exclaims in surprise as he drops the piece of cloth onto the floor again, “W… Was that a…” Oh, god. Is this a dream? Hello? WHO… WHO ENTERED THIS ROOM… And also saw all of Zanya’s Tasuku merchandise. Embarrassing. No one can know his secret??? This is not a dream…
It’s a nightmare.
He hears the sound of rustling, cloth rustling to be more exact. He turns towards his bed- only to see a lump under the covers. No, he makes his bed practically every morning, there’s no way it was left like…
Then, the thought came to him.
He approaches the bed slowly, upon getting closer he sees strands of hair poking out in several areas. There’s no way…? It’s time to find out, honestly, the lump was MOVING. Breathing! His hands grip the sheets. He lifts slowly… Only to be met face to face with…
“A…a…a….
G…Girl…”
He lets go of the sheets. He’s frozen. Someone, please. Let him go.
kimochi oniichan **pans out stream to tweetdeck** i.. why...
It’s raining today and it took her such a long time to get to her appropriate housing, drenched from head to toe. Her cheeks are nothing but red and she can feel herself (ao oni voice) *shivvering* (/ao oni voice). She wraps her arms around her body, clothes soaked in the rain from her constant running and not only that, she’s sure she lost a shoe somewhere out in that mess. Her top lip twitches in sadness as she turns her back to the door and presses against it to shut it. She remembers things that she’s learned from Seto and the rest and even some of the more common knowledge that staying in these clothes, she’d get sick.
She moves slowly through the home, her shoe and foot making wet prints on the floor that would blow her cover if anyone followed her. She wants to voice that she’s here, but she’s nervous as to what to do. Was there anyone here, did she come to the wrong place? Her hair drags her down since the mass is nothing but a wet lump weighing heavily, making her walking a bit more difficult. The front pieces wiggle from left to right slowly, as if trying to grow warm but her hair is nothing but a difficult mass like stated before.
Finding a room that she pushes open, she wants to change out of what she has now before she gets sick but the room is dark and she can’t see. She cracks open the door so that light sinks into the room and that she can see what’s in front of her just a bit. Finding a dresser, the female opens one of the drawers to find some sort of military uniform. She isn’t too sure who’s it s, unaware that this is someone else’s occupied room. Thinking it’s just something for her to wear, she takes her time (even as difficult as it is to get out of her dress) and in the end succeeds in wearing an outfit that’s way to big for her. The sleeves hanging from her small hands and the pants that she can pull up to her waist and even higher dropping down from time to time.
Having to use her hands to keep the pants up, the female finds herself stumbling upon a bed of what she can see within the little bit of light through the darkness. She slowly makes her way on top of it and stands, the pants falling down her legs and she reaches to turn the light on within the room. Her own attire is now shown laying in the middle of the floor which looks like it would be in the way, so the minute she decides to climb down the bed is when she’s just faced with all these pictures of a blue haired male on the wall.. Was this .. his room? Well, it couldn’t be, what she’s wearing now is really different from what she’s seeing on the wall.
Over and over does she see the same boy on the walls, dare she looks up to see his bright smile burning a hole in her eyes on the ceiling. He’s EVERYWHERE. Everywhere she looks she notices how his eyes stare into her soul. She’s surprise why the bed linen isn’t the male’s face. The constant stare that comes from the tassels that has the male’s colors to the small cards with his being on them? Well.. someone was a narcissistic right. She’s afraid so she slowly cuts off the light and slides down onto the bed and slowly hides under the covers to hide from the constant gazes until she hears a sound far from the room.
What if that’s him?
HIDING FOR HER LIFE.. FROM THIS PERSON LABEOUF.
Facing towards the wall and laying down flat but her hair makes the area that she’s in poof, she sees a poster right before her face. It’s right there. This poster is what makes Mary almost have a heart attack, she’s going to die because she doesn’t know what to do for him, what if she just stepped in someone’s alter and she’s gunna die?
Breathing heavy, she closes her mouth shut and hopes that no one comes into the room. Honestly.
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His father, showing interest in the Card Game he practically dedicates most his life too makes Zanya’s amber eyes sparkle with pride. A small smirk appears on his features with a nod, “Yes, a cardgame. You see, I fight for the one and only Katana World. Unlike the other worlds, we don’t focus on our strategy being all muscle and no brain, it’s all about technique… Setting out traps, and striking when the time is right.” Basically, like a ninja. Of course, there’s the other archetype of Katana World, but he won’t delve into that. Besides, Buddyfight is a very complicated games at times, if he really did want to explain it all- well, it’d take quite a while!
There’s relief on his expression when his words did help Gaius feel a tad better. Though, there isn’t much in Zanya’s own power to do. If what people say is true, that means his own world is ‘destroyed’ to, and he doesn’t know how well he truly wants to accept it. It’s very difficult, because he lived there for his whole life- obviously. Looks like not everyone here is lucky, really.
At least, the two are able to shift the conversation into a much lighter one. There’s no reason to dwell on the past anyway, which is something Zanya tells himself a lot, so he must stick to his own words otherwise he’d be a hypocrite.
Gaius Outway … Outway tribe… Huh! It seems like some of it is beginning to match up. Though, like always, it’s a lot to take in. Zanya still continues to listen attentively, nodding in silence. It’s actually kind of amazing how many different people, coming from different worlds are in this city. The possibilities, and surprises are endless.
“Twenty years…” He echoes, a very impressive time to be practicing sword- especially to Zanya. To face the facts, the boy is only twelve years old, and he’s probably only been doing it around five years olds. From his pocket, he reveals his Core Deck Case, with the words that emit – Buddyskill on!— the case materializes into his trusty Katana. With his gloved hands holding the hilt of his sword, he shifts into a Chuudan stance- a rather common one, but it’s the one he learned on.
“I suppose… Compared to you I’m just a mere beginner,” as much as he disliked being called on, the facts are there, although this is probably a way to motivate him to become better, “I guess everyone that comes here really are from different worlds! It’s pretty interesting, actually.” Meanwhile this talk is happening, Tsukikage takes his leave towards the kitchen. Probably preparing some tea for everyone that’s currently in the household to relax later.
“Honestly… I’d be interested in learning anything you know, I’d like to get better. If I’m not asking for too much.” He says, though, after a pause he also adds, “But... I don't think an apartment would be a good place to do something like this.”
No longer a Ruler || Open
The former king thought about what his son said.
"A card game? That does seem interesting, indeed. I am quite fond of strategy games, such as Shogi.”
Pondering about the idea, Gaius couldn’t help but smirk at the possiblity:
"Is there, perhaps, a way that I could play with you some time?"
"Yes, I was king of Auj Oule for quite some time, but I was more than that. I ruled a whole world. Political coups were involved, and Rashugal, my enemy and opposing country was left without a king. Soon after, I took over, as they accepted me with open arms. I have always treated them with respect, as inhabitants of Rieze Maxia, equal people, and not as defeated enemies.”
Erston was amazed by how similar their lives were. It really was surprising to see such a young boy with such knowledge and wisdom.
"I suppose you are right… Yet, I saved everyone that I could. My world is no more. There are no people, no animals, nor spirits living there anymore. It was completely destroyed… There was no way to survive there, so the ones that did, fleed for other planets. …Thank you for your kind words, both of you.”
Trying not to dwell over these matters for too long, he was grateful Zanya changed subjects. He talked:
"Well, I have been practicing with my sword for as long as I can remember. You see, before I was made king of my country, strifes between tribes where common. I was part of a small tribe, called Outway. I won a tournament against an influential tribe chief at the age of twelve, so I was never officially recognized, That’s because people who were close to the king were more influential, they weren’t measured by power. I vowed to change that fact, so I created an organization named Taurus, an independent faction from the tribe system, which carried my ideals. Taurus clashed against the other Tribes, but you already know the results of that.”
Gaius sighed, trying to make this easier to understand:
"I suppose you can say that I have twenty years of real combat experience with my sword. I, too, practice Kendo. I mainly use the Ko Gasumi stance, like this:”
He then proceeded to grab his Katana.
#rambling... more like I do that all the time ...#sporadic replying to threads because...! exam week!#but soon ill be free. BUT HERE WE GO!!#gaiusoutway01
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Zanya gives Tsukikage a quick glance, sort of saying ‘really’ to him, silently. All Tsukikage does is nod, as he approves of this break— he can’t have his human buddy stressing out from work, so it’s understandable. He raises an eyebrow, “An artist, huh…” He echoes, “That’s pretty cool, I never really met one, actually.”
The praise makes Zanya smirk, almost smugly, as Haruka went on about how he did his job, and all. Of course, this is Zanya- he will always do his jobs with the highest excellence! With a small nod, “Well, you’re looking at the one, and the only Zanya Kisaragi,” he says, rather proudly as he lifts up a finger, “I’m going to be one of the best cops ever. Also, this is Tsukikage, my Buddy.” Sadly, he can’t work for the Buddy Police, like he always wanted to, since Iunctum didn’t have a police force just for buddies [reasonable, though], so this is the next best thing. He’s even working alongside with Tasuku Ryuuenji… How did it happen? Even he doesn’t know.
“Well… Since I am on break I do have time to sit around, I guess.” He muses, “As much as I don’t want to, at least it’ll help your productivity in the meantime.”
“I usually take these breaks to grab a bite to eat while I’m out, and about.” He continues, “So, maybe we can sit somewhere together? If that doesn’t interfere with your workspace, I mean. I know artists like to work in specific places, or something… right?” He’s not an artist, sure he can do the art of kendo… Meditating, that kind of stuff… Being an artist that draws, well, that’s pretty different.
Dropping by {zanya}
#i was gunna type *picks u up and spins* but haruka is like 48932849 feet taller than zanya???#hello??#stop being tall you menace#BUT YES YOU CAN ALWAYS TAKE UR TIME REPLYING TO ME bc im slow too rip!!!#kokonosy01#please draw me as cool as u can i wanna look cool#maybe we can show tasuku... wait no that'd be embarrassed :(#also its weird talking about art as someone who doesnt know much about it. clench fist... my inner artist.......
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