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With the more recent uprising of evil Shades and introduction of combat-oriented programs into Talent-focused schools, nations grow more aggressive towards one another. The demand for resources grows, and skirmishes at the border of Arka and Mistere become more frequent. Monsters run into the nations from the Wildes, terrorizing villages and cities. The need for trained or in-training Hunters and Guardians has never been more urgent.
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Kiran
Master Hunter
GRADE •
74 (C-)
VITALITY •
4
STRENGTH •
3
SPEED •
1
RESILIENCE •
1
STAMINA •
3
Blessing of the Sun
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Phoenix
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Iris
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Nov 20, 2018 3:25:18 GMT -6
Post by Kiran on Nov 20, 2018 3:25:18 GMT -6
It'd been a long morning. The phoenix might have been an early riser, but spending said early hours in stuffy classrooms pouring over books that boring old people droned on about endlessly. The amount of homework and essays he had was already dimming his natural energetic glow. The shirtless male had been working his frustrations out with a jog around the courtyard, but even that failed to rekindle his zeal for the day. It was such a lovely day out, he paused for a moment to stare into the sun as only few species could do without damaging their retinas. Such a lovely star with a warm embrace. Perhaps if he just sat and recharged, he'd feel better about continuing his classes for the day.
Sitting in the cool grass off the walkway had been a comfortable idea, but perhaps he'd gotten too comfortable. As he reclined on his artful back with his hands cushioning the back of his head, it only took moments for his peridot eyes to slide shut. When the orangey glow of the back of his eyelids turned into darkness and dreamland he had no idea, but soon Kiran was snoozing away to the serenade of local bird and the low hum of other students between classes. He wasn't a loud snorer, but there was an audible inhale from his lips. Every now and then his foot would twitch, like a puppy having a nice dream. And a nice dream it was indeed! He was soaring above the clouds with others of his kind, fiery wings flapping and carrying them to exotic lands in a time long before this more confusing one. For all the violence it had wrought, he couldn't deny there was a primitive simplicity of those days that he missed.
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Nov 20, 2018 8:30:23 GMT -6
Post by Kurenai Shimazu on Nov 20, 2018 8:30:23 GMT -6
[attr="class","foreign"] [attr="class","dust"] [attr="class","gold"] Kiran[attr="class","gold"]words [attr="class","gold"]notes ulla [attr="class","sun"]A Foreign Sun * I never thought I'd see The sun!... So bright, beautiful and…. Vexingly infuriating in all its cheery fierce beauty. No matter how many times Kurenai pushes herself off the fluffy warmth of her duvets, she just can’t seem to find the rhythm in her to enjoy waking up at the ungodly hour of sunrise. Day in and day out that was the schedule she grew up with as a child. But no amount of schedules or routines was going to change a none morning person into one. Kurenai certainly didn’t look like a morning person does she.
But just like the norm she’s used to the young albino took it astride with nary a bat from her from her long lashed amethyst coloured orbs. The day filled with lessons flew by the young girl who did her best just as any ‘soldier’ being run down at boot camp would. Stomach it through and man up,
Or should she say ‘woman’ up. Best not to mess with old wordings, they tend to get messy when touch as any object would when its not broken. Why bother poking something that’s not even broken? Right?
Certainly right.
So that leaves her in her current state. Walking through the soft green grass while the long-bladed leaves tickled against the soles of her bare feet. One hand held her shoes while the other firmly gripped on a large open tome, about 300 pages thick with an equally thick aged brown leather binding holding the old text together. ‘Thousand uses of phoenix blood’ the title read, one of the interesting tomes she found while perusing through the multitude of books located within the school’s library. So far so good, she was impressed but nothing held a candle towards the library her family amassed or the one back at Chishiki. The library here was by far a close second or was it third? The girl shook the thoughts, careful not to fully draw herself in least she wanted another way to lose herself aside from the interesting text she’s currently engrossed in.
“Cleaning elixirs…” She mumbled, fumbling through a few others non-descript wordings as she went her way. Her feet going one way while her mind stayed at another. Multitasking at its finest folks, that was until she hit a hiccup. More like she actually tripping over a ‘log’ no it wasn’t a log. It
Logs weren’t soft, logs hurt. But it certainly didn’t stop the girl from losing her balance, causing the uncharacteristic unladylike comical squeak to free itself from her lips as she tipped over, falling like a sack of potatoes on whoever she accidentally turned into a landing pillow.
“Itai….” She winced, hesitantly cracking an eye open to find herself sprawled over a body. What’s worse…well it was a guy judging from the compacted flesh she felt underneath her dainty hands. How…. Awkward. How definitely awkward she must be feeling right now.
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Kiran
Master Hunter
GRADE •
74 (C-)
VITALITY •
4
STRENGTH •
3
SPEED •
1
RESILIENCE •
1
STAMINA •
3
Blessing of the Sun
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Phoenix
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Iris
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Nov 20, 2018 14:46:07 GMT -6
Post by Kiran on Nov 20, 2018 14:46:07 GMT -6
"OOF!" the not-log exhaled as part of his gut was stomped on, then landed on. Being jolted from a nice slumber so abruptly nearly toasted the girl, but he managed to stop himself last second. All she might feel is his body rapidly heat up like a heating pad, but not enough to burn. Whatever had landed on him, as he wasn't sure yet since his eyes had just opened and were blurry in trying to assess the threat, was very lucky that he remembered upon waking that this wasn't the old world and that he probably wasn't under attack. After a few more seconds of looking and bringing his hands around to touch narrow arms and dainty hands, his countenance softened. A girl had tripped on him. If she hadn't been so cute, he'd have been angry. "Well, hello there," his voice drawled, one corner lifting into a crooked smile. "So nice of you to drop in."
He was content to wait for her to speak, move, both, or neither without any prompting, but something urged him to shift in annoyance. Something big with sharp edges was digging into his ribs. It'd been there long enough to be annoying, so one hand left the albino to investigate the culprit. It was square...leather...kinda heavy if he hadn't been so strong...Lifting it up, he saw it was a gigantic old book. Was she the bookish type? This was inevitably what had caused her not to see him laying in the grass. Angling it to check the title out of habit, he paused. The smile reversed into a slight frown, now feeling a little suspicious of his could-be attacker. It'd be a shame if she was here just for his blood. She really was quite cute. "‘Thousand Uses of Phoenix Blood’, eh? I fail to see how anyone would know. We don't part with it easily."
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Nov 20, 2018 18:37:25 GMT -6
Post by Kurenai Shimazu on Nov 20, 2018 18:37:25 GMT -6
[attr="class","foreign"] [attr="class","dust"] [attr="class","gold"] Kiran [attr="class","gold"]words [attr="class","gold"]notes ulla [attr="class","sun"]A Foreign Sun * I never thought I'd see Ouch, oh that smarts. Right on the knees and elbows where it was first to connect with the ‘log’ that wasn’t a log. Definitely didn’t feel like the rough edges lining of a fallen tree. The girl reluctant opened her gentle orb. As lilac as a fined polished amethyst stone stared back at the peridot hue of the boy’s eyes. The colour instantly made her recall the deep green of her mother’s favourite earrings. For a moment she found herself entranced by the colour until reality found a way to snap her right back into action. His voice majorly did that, and the fact she was slumped over a half-naked body of a boy surely didn’t hurt matters aside from her…
“EEEPPP!!!” Modesty of course being the key factor. The laws of decency all those years of strict 101 lectures in proper mannerisms certainly ingrained into the girl how it was a bad idea for any lady to…be in such an awkward position. Awkward was right, the girl uncharacteristically squeaked, breaking her hard earned mask for a moment to scramble off at such speeds from the boy’s chest one might have thought she actually teleported but really that was just her trying to save her own decency.
And perhaps keep herself from passing out in sheer awkwardness? That’s always a good excuse to use. “Gomenasai!!” The girl bowed repeatedly at such a pace the girl looked comical. As though she took a clear page out of a manga to express her own awkward set of apologies towards the person she unwittingly tripped over. She only paused when the boy noted her book. She blinked, the child’s gaze shifted back to him in an ‘ehh’ expression. “My book?.... Oh, I found it in the library… I thought it looked interesting.” She replied, completely if not somewhat oblivious to the fact she’s talking to a real live phoenix of all people. Well… that’s surely one way to add to the bubbling pot of sheer awkwardness she was already feeling.
Grab a book that clearly states the species parts being mixed into various random concoctions. Yeah… as if that normally goes well.
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Kiran
Master Hunter
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74 (C-)
VITALITY •
4
STRENGTH •
3
SPEED •
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RESILIENCE •
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STAMINA •
3
Blessing of the Sun
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Phoenix
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Iris
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Nov 24, 2018 1:11:24 GMT -6
Post by Kiran on Nov 24, 2018 1:11:24 GMT -6
Kiran waved off her apology as he sat up, shaking his head a bit to make sure no stray blades of grass had made their ways into his long strands of greenish black hair. For all her overly formalness despite her clumsy moment, he was almost her opposite. Getting to his feet to face her, he stretched a few times, working out the sleepiness from his muscles after his ruined unintentional nap. "Chill out. You're gonna give yourself an ulcer..." he commented lightly, though his eyes still held suspicion. Without meaning to, the sharp hues floated from her lovely lilac eyes down to the book she clutched, both interested and lowkey offended.
Her look of surprise when falling on him seemed genuine, but maybe she staged it? Kiran wasn't one for believing coincidences easily. The pale girl just happened to have a book about making use of the bodies of his brethren and just so happened to fall on him. Before he could think too much of it, he continued his questioning. "Interesting, hm? Enough to try it out? While we do come back to life, the rebirth trial is no joke. We aren't farms for potions and...what else does it say we're useful for, anyway?" he wanted to know, crossing tattooed arms over slightly less decorated chest. While he might have waved off her tripping for now, he did expect an explanation.
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Nov 24, 2018 11:32:47 GMT -6
Post by Kurenai Shimazu on Nov 24, 2018 11:32:47 GMT -6
[attr="class","foreign"] [attr="class","dust"] [attr="class","gold"] Kiran [attr="class","gold"]words [attr="class","gold"]notes ulla [attr="class","sun"]A Foreign Sun * I never thought I'd see Why she never… Every word crossing out of those wary faced lips of his struck a nerve in the girl. A nerve that would have told her to take every thing he tossed her way as an insult to her senses but the more logical part halted her train of thoughts, forcing the girl to take a second look at the wary teenager. Or man, he looked older to her. Despite the youthful façade his appearance held he felt older than he should. But then, not everyone is human around here. Different species, different viewpoint on time. His earlier words though should have hinted her on his species. But its that pesky, veering her thoughts over the clues thing that has her forgetting about it. Insulted by a mere book. Check,
Insulted by a book depicting phoenix parts. Oh yeah, we have a winner. She guessed phoenix, what a way to justify the earlier awkward feeling she’s been getting ever since the entire conversation started. But she didn’t let it show, she schooled her face to remain in its calm demeaner with each subtle hostility he tossed her way. She was foremost a scholar, and in a sense a diplomat with how easy she kept herself from retaliating. “Why would… I even do that when I have no reason to? Even if I knew how, why would I bother hunting a creature down just for mere body parts I don’t even know how to use?” The girl’s subtle but sharp tongue replied with the same questioning theme as her amethyst coloured eyes met those peridots of his.
“I’m a scholar who has limits thank you very much. If I have to learn about another species I’d prefer asking about their culture instead of taking every sharp object and jabbing it at their flesh. In that regard the only way I’d touch those kinds of ingredients is when its freely given without a risk to whoever owned it before life.” She groused. Somewhat annoyed at his accusation but didn’t outright say it as she hid it behind her own temper. “Mostly medical.” She choose to answer the last bit of his questioning. It would be rude if she hadn’t, the girl did pride herself for being polite. Anything remotely outside the sphere of decorum wouldn’t do for her reputation. “At least that’s as far as I’ve gotten before impromptu tripping over you.”
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Kiran
Master Hunter
GRADE •
74 (C-)
VITALITY •
4
STRENGTH •
3
SPEED •
1
RESILIENCE •
1
STAMINA •
3
Blessing of the Sun
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Phoenix
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Iris
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Nov 25, 2018 5:49:20 GMT -6
Post by Kiran on Nov 25, 2018 5:49:20 GMT -6
Her veiled annoyance with him only kindled his own, causing his fingers to harmlessly clench and squeeze his biceps in their crossed forms. "You do know phoenixes have been hunted since...as long as I can remember. Long ago it was for ill-fated eternal life potions, and now someone has gone and written a tome on it," he huffed to justify himself, though it did seem he was letting his guard down a bit. Kiran had to remind himself that this was a school, and people would be learning all sorts of things. Just because he wasn't the studious type didn't mean others weren't taking classes that would require them to objectively learn about subjects he found distasteful. It merely reminded him why he avoided some classes, and honestly some teachers. The potion making hall of the academy held some shady characters he had no doubt would pluck him naked and bleed him dry. For science, of course. "You might not be the type to jab my vein and vial my blood, but the alchemy and potions instructors may not be as noble as you, ah...what's your name, anyway?"
For someone as rightly presumed to be quite old, he seemed to have gotten lax with his manners. Despite the offensive book and the tripping, he should have introduced himself earlier than this. Perhaps he was a little rusty, but generally he was much more charming with the ladies. The ones finding the impulsive and rowdy type attractive were very susceptible to him, though for all the prettiness about this girl, she seemed a bit uptight for his tastes. Shaking the rest of his prickly attitude from the circumstances of their meeting off, he offered a unabashed grin. Extending his hand to her, it seemed the phoenix man had chosen to preen a bit. "I'm Kiran Jiang," the young man offered her in a honeyed tone, bowing ever so slightly.
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Nov 26, 2018 3:11:58 GMT -6
Post by Kurenai Shimazu on Nov 26, 2018 3:11:58 GMT -6
[attr="class","foreign"] [attr="class","dust"] [attr="class","gold"] Kiran [attr="class","gold"]words [attr="class","gold"]notes ulla [attr="class","sun"]A Foreign Sun * I never thought I'd see Kiran made valid points she couldn’t ignore. The fact that he brought up the distasteful practice she thought of as nothing but uncivilized barbarism made it all the more harder to ignore his points. She’ll give him this victory when she internally flinched recalling the straight up details of his accusations against her own race. Sadly, it wasn’t just hers… phoenix blood was a prized commodity but back in Hisakawa the religious sects outright viewed the practice of downing such a magnificent creature as the worse crime a person dare commit. In Hisakawa its considered a crime to murder one with the punishment being a choice of either death or imprisonment. Sure it sounded archaic but murder is the same whichever viewpoint a person looks at it.
Kurenai’s lips parted in a tired sigh, knowing full well in both her logically standpoint and if she studied her current standings within their conversation that’s her literally admitting he had his points. She wasn’t as naïve to believe everyone shared her viewpoints on the wrongful acts of harming another creature for body parts but… unfortunately that’s where contradiction happens as both prime subjects she’s interested in where long time offenders in it. Alchemy and potion making…
But better… he didn’t know she was interested in it before he starts hurling further accusations her way. “I’ll be lying if I said I didn’t know of such distasteful practice but if it makes you a tad better I’m from Hisakawa. It’s against the law for us to harm phoenixes.” The girl sighed.
So much for having a decent start, no this was the opposite to a decent first impression. Just her luck she had to walk in on an ACTUAL phoenix with a damn book she randomly decided to read on as a hobby while she rested from her previous class.
Reading a book is rest to her, don’t judge.
Just as she was ready to admit defeat on fixing the situation the boy tossed another proverbial ‘screwball’ heading her way by asking her name.
A name… she just breached another protocol within etiquette by not properly introducing herself. Oh her ancestors were probably rolling in their graves for her breech of contact. “E-Eh?!” For that one moment her mask slipped from being caught off guard by his sudden request before she promptly straightened her own composure out to reply. “Shimizu Kurenai….” She replied awkwardly. This…this is why she deals better with the older generation than her own. She knew how to deal with them but teenagers?
She was like a damn fish out of the ocean.
But… how was she to learn if she didn’t try right? Steeling her own resolve, the girl awkwardly took hold of his offered hand. Her small dainty hand felt cool against the man’s warmer skin a contrast towards his healthy pallor and her almost porcelain tone. “I guess that means we can start on a proper introduction then and forget the first time mishap?” She offered a small shy smile.
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Kiran
Master Hunter
GRADE •
74 (C-)
VITALITY •
4
STRENGTH •
3
SPEED •
1
RESILIENCE •
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STAMINA •
3
Blessing of the Sun
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Phoenix
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Iris
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Nov 26, 2018 23:54:39 GMT -6
Post by Kiran on Nov 26, 2018 23:54:39 GMT -6
His face lit up with more humor. As she was sent into another panicked 'eh' to simultaneously break her even keel and amplify her uptight aura, he pondered why asking her name would cause such a reaction. It was only a moment, but it was something he already liked to do. Flustering her showed she had some sort of feelings under that kimono other than stuck up regalism. His grin settled into a smirk, listening to the familiarity of syllables making her name. She must be from the western side of Hisakawa. "I'm from Hisakawa, too. Eastern boarder," he added, shaking her fragile little hand as gently as he could. She was like a porcelain doll, only less creepy. If he breathed on her wrong, would she crack? It seemed so.
"Yes, we can start over. Hm...how about some ice cream?" Kiran asked abruptly, his belly grumbling from the nap and craving some energizing sugar. Peridot hues scanned around, noting the courtyard cafe indeed served dessert. "You do like ice cream, right?" he teased, already walking past her in the direction of his next intended location. "Maybe you'll buy me a cone or something to ease the awkwardness..."
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Nov 27, 2018 4:28:28 GMT -6
Post by Kurenai Shimazu on Nov 27, 2018 4:28:28 GMT -6
[attr="class","foreign"] [attr="class","dust"] [attr="class","gold"] Kiran [attr="class","gold"]words [attr="class","gold"]notes ulla [attr="class","sun"]A Foreign Sun * I never thought I'd see Ä fragile little doll that could break with the wrong touch or by accidentally knocking her down from her perch and into the harsh ground? She didn’t…look that breakable did she? Who she was she kidding herself? Of course she did, there was no denying how easy impressions could affect a person’s view point on another. Assumptions were made that way. Just like how his assumptions about her came to be. She wasn’t weak!
Okay…physically she was pathetic. Let’s all blame her somewhat less than stellar health record as a child. But she’s fine now. Keep thinking that way Kurenai, maybe one day the gods would be merciful enough to grant the girl with the pathetic constitution a decent body.
She blinked, at first due to the confusing he was causing her due to the smirk. This coming from a girl who prided her ability to read people. Give her someone twice her age, or around their twenties to fifties and she can easily sway into the conversation. As long as the conversation was anything but light topics, intellectual conversations she can handle, such casualness coming from somewhat her age when she didn’t know one HOOT of acting like one?
This was going to be a battle Kurenai was lacking a helmet for?
How quickly his expression changed from being wary to a light-hearted grin. The girl internally wondered if he was just this open with himself. There was something infectious about his smile that made her feel at ease despite the ongoing whispers of her awkward nature hovering from behind. Such a smile, her perception of him was indeed moving away from the previous annoyance she had with his wild accusations it went a step further when he mentioned she was talking a fellow from her homeland.
Oh that was a relief? Kurenai felt resounding chimes of it relax her tense nerves. The man was fellow from her home country. “Eastern boarder?” The girl brightened. Her amethyst orbs shone brightly. Their previous faux pass seemingly forgotten for the mean time. “I’ve been there once, it’s really beautiful, I’m from the western area in the capital.” She added with a soft smile. But then turned to another confused glance when he mentioned food. Particularly ice cream. She knew what it was, just that… well…
“I don’t know… I haven’t actually tried it before so cant say if I like it yet.” She reluctantly replied. Before she could add anymore he was already moving, prompting the child to squeak and catch up before he left alone. Thankfully for her, she remembered her book which she now stuffed into her bag. Pesky thing, she might have to return it later on.
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Kiran
Master Hunter
GRADE •
74 (C-)
VITALITY •
4
STRENGTH •
3
SPEED •
1
RESILIENCE •
1
STAMINA •
3
Blessing of the Sun
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Phoenix
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Iris
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Nov 29, 2018 0:04:11 GMT -6
Post by Kiran on Nov 29, 2018 0:04:11 GMT -6
"You....You've never had ice cream?!" he squawked, voice dripping with disbelief and horror. His steps paused, as if the words she said physically paralyzed him. A hand gripped the area over his heart as if he was in some medical distress, but it was all a front. "Kurenai, you haven't lived yet. I'll be honored to introduce you to the best dessert on the planet," he continued, looking back to make sure the small girl was following him before his stride restarted. He had known life before ice cream existed, and it wasn't not a thing he hoped to experience ever again. True, he hadn't known what he was missing in the past, so obviously it would be worse now with the knowledge, but whatever. Eating berries as the only sweet treat seemed depressing compared to a nice, cold ice cream cone doused in syrupy chocolate fudge.
Upon arrival at the cafe's counter, he flopped his elbows up as both an attention getting tactic and as a testament to his general lax nature. The worker turned to him, smiling in recognition. "The usual for me," he grinned, then turned to his guest. His face turned thoughtful. "Hm. There's a whole menu, but you look like a matcha flavor girl to me. Or do you wanna start out basic and go straight vanilla?" Kiran asked, yes, analyzing her tastes simply by observing her for a short time. He could be completely wrong, but what other flavors did uptight teenagers like? He loved tea, but he preferred to keep his ice cream flavors whimsical instead of mature. This girl felt like a granny, so tea flavors or traditional Hisakawa? Red bean, plums... none of that would surprise him. Maybe even prune flavored for regularity. He chuckled at his own mental joke at her expense.
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Nov 29, 2018 13:21:14 GMT -6
Post by Kurenai Shimazu on Nov 29, 2018 13:21:14 GMT -6
[attr="class","foreign"] [attr="class","dust"] [attr="class","gold"] Kiran [attr="class","gold"]words [attr="class","gold"]notes ulla [attr="class","sun"]A Foreign Sun * I never thought I'd see Shocking isn’t it? To know that somewhere in the wide world there exist a person who hasn’t feasted on the frozen treat. Kurenai was exactly that person who might as well came from within a mountain village if she didn’t know the simplest thing such as ice cream. But this is a child who rarely knew what a ‘social’ life meant. Who was raised by adults as an adult instead of a child. None of her family enjoyed frozen treats, her parents rarely spoiled her to the extent where they would let the girl have sweets as a child.
Hell the only time she ever got sweets was tea with her god father but those were baked goods. She recalled and corrected her memory at the same time while watching the boy’s entire charade at her revelation.
She told him she never tasted ice cream. Blunt as the truth shall ever be, and he took it somewhat of a champ. If champs expressed near mortified faces as though she said something along the lines of her killing their defenceless pet kitten.
Now that’s a funny… the girl pushed the ‘cat’ subject far away from her mind. No cats allowed within the sanctity of her own thought train. There’s absolutely no need for the boy to see her wince at the mere notion of remembering her dislike for the damn feline populace.
Lets ignore a few certain facts that the people she’s closest too were also involve with the feline species. Just for the meantime let’s all ignore that fact and let her pretend it wasn’t the case. “U-Uhm…” The flustered child snapped right back just in time to hear him exclaim he was going to introduce her to the desert. She wasn’t going to argue?
She didn’t have the chance to say yes or no to his offer as he was already on the move again. Forcing the delicate female to follow after his strides as quick as her geta sandals let her without tripping her over.
Now wouldn’t that be humiliating? The idea of landing face first on the ground didn’t sound appealing to the young albino. The few passing students who walked by them didn’t bother hiding their own stares at the odd site of a well dressed albino trailing after a half-naked tattooed raven head who reminded her far too much of the infamous ‘Yakuza’ gang wars within Hisakawa.
People staring… her mask was her salvation the boy never noticed how easy it was for her to slip directly back into what he called her ‘posh’ attitude. When in reality much like his act it was all a front shield to deflect the eyes from seeing her own true persona.
“Uhm…” She reluctantly mumbled, stepping into the slightly chilled building the small space looked quaint, with a touch of homey warmth within the air. She had no problem understanding why the boy was a regular costumer here. The inviting glow surrounding the small café had its charms. “I don’t really know… you’re the expert here aren’t I right?” She tilted her head, offering a small demurred smile his way as she spoke. “So… I’ll go which whatever you recommend.” She added. In a way telling him how she didn’t mind which flavour he gets. Matcha she doesn’t mind, so is vanilla.
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Kiran
Master Hunter
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74 (C-)
VITALITY •
4
STRENGTH •
3
SPEED •
1
RESILIENCE •
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STAMINA •
3
Blessing of the Sun
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Nov 30, 2018 3:16:08 GMT -6
Post by Kiran on Nov 30, 2018 3:16:08 GMT -6
Just like a woman. Indecisive, throwing the task on the nearest person or back to the one who asked for the choice to begin with. Huffing a stray strand of hair from his face, his viridescent eyes continued to study her in a moment, scrutinizing her seemingly down to the molecule. He was nowhere near that perceptive, though. He'd like to think he was, but all he could still see was someone that cultivated a rather stuck up and proper persona, but was capable of being human if she was thrown off guard. Having never had ice cream, he suspected a strict upbringing to go with that. Heck, she might not even have a taste for sweets and think ice cream is gross. The concept of dairy being frozen with sugar and other flavorings in it sounded odd the first time he'd come across it, but he still fell in love. People were different, though.
Ending his investigation, he turned to order for her. "One small matcha cone and one small vanilla," he said, just covering both bases. That was always the answer to hard decisions, right? Just try both? Soon he was holding three cones between his fingers and was leading them to a small two-seat table nearby. "Alright, you can try both," he grinned, eying his own lovely delight dripping with chocolate, but he'd be civilized for now and give her a chance to acclimate to dessert. Firstly, he reached the plain vanilla cone out to her. "Here, this is as basic as it gets, other than simple sweet cream, which I suppose I could have also ordered...anyway, take a lick," he instructed, then also held out the cone topped in green. "This is matcha. Lick this one next. It's okay if you don't like one or the other, or even both. I'll eat them," Kiran added, now beginning to lick his own tasty treat. With a crunch, he had a mouthful of velvety vanilla and intense chocolate syrup, tied together by the sweet waffle cone. Sun god bless the person who invented ice cream!
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Dec 1, 2018 8:21:55 GMT -6
Post by Kurenai Shimazu on Dec 1, 2018 8:21:55 GMT -6
[attr="class","foreign"] [attr="class","dust"] [attr="class","gold"] Kiran [attr="class","gold"]words [attr="class","gold"]notes ulla [attr="class","sun"]A Foreign Sun * I never thought I'd see How strange, letting a girl with no experience decide. That’s like saying he’s going to toss her into a lion’s cage with nothing but a broom for a weapon. No that couldn’t be right… the girl looked at both cones quizzically. On the ordinary eye there’s nothing wrong with the delectable treats. In fact they look almost as inviting the man sitting across from her on table they decided to occupy. Sweet creamy goodness staying so perfectly solid instead of white liquid she’s so used to using as a sweetener to her teas.
But don’t tell the elder members of her family, those centenarians still considered pouring milk into a perfectly good cup of tea a crime. Hey, another reason for Kurenai to giggle. She would have too if she were in the privacy of her own room. By herself where no one would judge her lapse in etiquette.
Another thing to consider about Kiran she never noticed until now was his way of trying to break her out of her mask. They may have just met but she felt that unmistakable stab against her attempts at being proper. So far each of her attempts were met with equal not so subtle jabs against her inability to ‘loosen’ up as the rest of her generation often said.
Maybe so, but she didn’t look like THAT uptight now does she? She squirmed at his scrutinizing stare. The silverette did her best to ignore it by playing the old game of ignorance. Part of it worked but there was that tiny part that still payed attention in its own subtle way. While she acted with feign in indifference on the outside. Know that the girl hid her own observant gaze by feigning it as a mere subtle glance she’d toss at him every now and then.
“The vanilla cone looks good.” She commented thus going for the vanilla cone as her first bite. Sooner the chill hit her lips her eyes widened at the rush of vanilla and sugar mixing into her tongue. Okay…she liked the vanilla, she definitely DID like the vanilla flavoured treat. She hadn’t even started on how refreshing the cold afterbite on her tongue felt like. Next as he instructed, she tried the matcha cone. It was good, the scent of tea strongly lingered within her nose at the first bite. If she wasn’t so used to the bitter aftertaste of matcha the bitter taste would have been a big let down but since she was, she easily ignored the bitter bite. It was good, but she was more in love with the vanilla cone. A subtle glance tossed its way over to the cone Kiran has in his hand. Chocolate, the whole thing was drenched in the dark liquid. Apparently… the guy has an even bigger sweet tooth than she has…
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Kiran
Master Hunter
GRADE •
74 (C-)
VITALITY •
4
STRENGTH •
3
SPEED •
1
RESILIENCE •
1
STAMINA •
3
Blessing of the Sun
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Phoenix
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Iris
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Dec 4, 2018 3:38:07 GMT -6
Post by Kiran on Dec 4, 2018 3:38:07 GMT -6
If Kiran had learned anything in his many years, it was how to treat himself. He would think something like 'life is short, so why not?' or something like that, but in his case such an adage wouldn't serve him or most in his species. Everyone reacted to near immortality differently. The emotions on the subject within his kind spanned the spectrum. Some felt powerful and lingering singular emotions about it such as gratitude or happiness, while others spent their eternity angry, depressed, or just tired of rarely experiencing anything new after so long. Then there were the others and where Kiran found himself. He was the type that had possibly felt all the feelings concerning the subject at some point, almost like the stages in some psychological process. Some he'd cycled through multiple times. There had been a time of bliss, and a time of grief. There'd been times of resentment, and times of appreciation. Through it all, Kiran kept in mind that the sun god had given them a gift that they should cherish through the good and bad, and that life, no matter how long, was worth living. And to live, one must enjoy and occasionally indulge.
Ice cream was one such indulgence. A simple thing that no matter how many times he ate it, it brought him an innocent joy that could be seen all over his face. Even now, his investigative gaze melted off her like the creamy drip escaping down the side of his cone facing her. The phoenix was pleased she seemed to like the vanilla, judging by her bugging eyes. Good girl. He reclaimed the matcha one, taking a break from his cone of choice to hurriedly chomp it down before it went to waste. It was quite the sight to see an entire cone consumed so quickly, and soon Kiran was scrunching his nose and closing his eyes in discomfort. "Oof...brain freeze..." the boy grunted, but soon it subsided and he was back to licking his fudgy one at a much slower pace, savoring it. "Hm...maybe next time you can try some chocolate syrup.
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