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memory meme.

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past experiences help shape who we are currently, how we see the world. Send in a symbol and I’ll write a drabble of one of my muse’s memories. 

❥ — a childhood memory ♣ — a fading memory ✂ — a vivid memory ✖ — a repressed memory ✈ — an eye-opening memory ✤ — a memory that involves romance/love ☤ — a memory of death/loss ✍ — a memory of their mother ☽ — a memory of their father ♘ -- a memory of their sibling(s) ✌ — a memory of a relative ↕ — a memory that may or may not have happened ♚ — a memory of something paranormal ✓ — a sexual memory ♬ — a friend/best friend memory

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  ‘ --Those beads you just purchased were not authentic. That merchant is not notorious for honesty. ’

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HE’S SAT ATOP THE RUINS OF SOMETHING SQUAT, fundamentally vague despite a roundness about its base that indicated whatever endeavor that had once been underway had hoped to make something beautiful. But, as was the inherent condition of the South, it sat, squat and decaying, with its ruler atop it, a boy of sixteen, angular and stunted by hunger and something mean that had stolen the light behind his eyes when he was very, very young.       This is his kingdom and he breathes in the ash of it, the dead silence of the air that settles in back-door places not too different from this one: alleyways between the ditches and the slums where the most dreadful of human nightmares lurked – places that Shen had once called home. He kicks at the dirt beneath the statue with a lone foot, upsetting the quaint death of settled mote and debris; at the back of his mind, where the voices crowded the most, he sifts through the mess of himself and picks free an unpleasant name and face and memory.

               “ Y’are ” and he says this to himself more than he speaks to the encroaching company, chin pointing upwards as the veil of his hair falls back and into his eyes, sunlight touching upon the paleness of his skin and the darkness of the mask that he had stolen when he was thirteen or so, after breaking a man’s face in something bloody, and finding that afterwards, for all the liquid flame that ate at his heart and his skin and bones, he could not fit in with the damned and the hungry and the godless, not with the awkward boymannish hollowness to his cheeks and the fine alabaster of his hair.       He lifts up a lone hand, spreading the digits and paying no mind to the man as the muffled sound of his words spill from behind his façade. “ A noble. When I was a lil’un, about a score year or so ago, I came across you. But then I was lil and I couldn’t kill you. But I don’t like Nobles and I swore when I was, oooh, about five, that  I’d kill anyfuckingnoble that spoke to me — so ‘lest you wanna die, why the fuck are you here ? ” 

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Diverging like a wayfaring spectre he wagers the day, and unlike others of his kind he knows these streets well, maps carved into his mind, engraved in impregnable stone. Pale skin glows beneath his dusty, black cloak, like a phantom he moves with soundless steps. The sun, like a merciless tyrant engulfs the South’s parched bones, wringing in redoubled ardour, as though it had anything left to offer. Ezekiel is probably fretting at this very moment about the serpent’s whereabouts, but he will make his apologies later once his tasks are complete; he has divulged into a lead that his men can no longer follow-- their faces are too known, steps too heavy for such a task. At his disposal he has an undead army; those forced to survive under the PUPPET KING’s regime are but empty vessels, nobody looks twice at them, the threat is in the politics, not the desolate masses who are too poignant to revolt.

One calls to him as he passes by the forgotten remains of a statue-- ah, he remembers this, it was for a noble who was assassinated long before its completion, its skeleton still lingers in the mangled slums. He knows it well. It seems to have become somebody’s territory now. Though his face is shadowed beneath his cloak hood, the dunes illuminate Nilas’s golden eyes and he stares, apathetic. ‘ You know me, I see. ’ Not desired, but it cuts idle chit-chat. ‘ The wilds desecrated that corpse a long time ago, I think it belongs to her now. I move as I please, ’ he answers, staring at the weathered plaque under his solid gaze. A moment later his eyes travel north-- that face, he scarcely forgets a face. ‘ I have a job that requires the highest discretion. It’s honest work, for a good price. If you’d like to earn a meal and a bed you can take it-- if not, I have no qualms going elsewhere. ’ He isn’t here to play word games, nor pick a fight with street dogs. Plenty would pounce at the offer, perhaps a couple others would beat each other senseless for it. How pitiful.

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( LEON ):

he gazed up at him, a slight chuckle came out the prince’s mouth, followed with a wink. he enjoyed nilas’s presence to an extend, and he was thankful for every time he was being nice to him. not everyone would be; not everyone would even dare to be nice to him. the people of his kingdom were disregarding him, and looking down at him as someone who didn’t belong to the kingdom. he got used it, however. 

                                           ❛another joke? hm—- lemme think !!❜

it took him a moment, before caramel pupils were shining out of excitement. he didn’t know much jokes, and he tried to be as neat as possible with them, too. he was no one who would be antisocial in some manner, unlike other individual he’d rather not want to talk about. 

                                          ❛nilas-chan !! what has a face and two hands but no body? ❜

His pilgrimage to the east was destined to end soon, and in his short time here his many ears have picked up idle whispers which could invite slow death at the mouth of a rope back in his own lands. Most nobles here aren’t sure what to make of him, the SNAKE of the south & his charming tongue which does not match his repute. Leon is different, however, whether he has heard stories or not he appears impartial, though Nilas knows that many aren’t favouring their prince to spend so much time within his presence.

                    ‘ Hm. ’

As he takes a moment to ponder he gestures his arm in an elegant motion, inviting the young man to walk alongside him. If he remembers correctly Leon’s schedule isn’t as free as he pretends it is, so Nilas takes up the responsibility to escort him to his next meeting whilst they chat. An easy enough riddle: a clock is his assumption, though he graces an unknowing smile.

                    ‘ I haven’t a clue. What has a face and hands two, but a body none? ’

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--- We elevate false prophets to KINGS;                          all because the GODS have SHUNNED us.

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( LEON ):

the heir snickered at the other, feeling delighted at his reaction to the joke. he really was happy that nilas was someone who would go for the prince’s shenanigans. not that he didn’t like the other people, but it was basically just that nilas was taking it with humor. he clapped on his hands and jumped up and down; a sign that he was happy. 

                     ❛i will tell more jokes whenever you feel like to, nilas-chan !!                  if you feel sad and you want to smile i’ll try to make                                                you laugh again, weeeeeeh~ – !!❜

As prince he is burdened with the weight of a heavy crown and a sceptre strong enough to wield over men, though as a person he bears much darker sins, sins which unknowingly he wears whenever he laughs so joyously. One would think his life was always teeming with innocence, though it takes a great deal of strength to survive & still dedicate your time into the prosperity and happiness of another. Ah, but none of this is within Nilas’s place, it is dangerous to speculate beyond words passed onto him by another’s lips, even if they come from lips he trusts. These aren’t his politics, but he can spare some kindness to a beggar king, who in his lifetime had never been given so much as a coin.

                ‘ It has been a taxing day, so tell me another now. I insist, milord. ’

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the prince released a chuckle, feeling delighted that the male was playing along; since such thing happened rarely. he couldn’t resist much but then released it.

                           ❛ah– bless you !!❜

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A withdrawn blink is his immediate response as he plays along to the very last second, each detail precise; he doesn’t skip a beat as his coy smile curves into a grin, then laughter brimmed with vitality spills forth from his lips which are quickly concealed behind lean fingers.

‘ Why thank you. If only all were blessed with such manners. You must tell me more jokes some other time, dear. ’

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prodigied replied to your post:'nilas-chan! wanna hear a joke? knock knock!'

‘kirtch!’

Ah, the destination of this joke is hidden within plain sight, though he feigns sweet ignorance; a smile, small and almost deceptive etches upon the liar’s lips for a second as he takes the dramatic pause, pretending to think.  

                ‘ --Kirtch who? ’

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'nilas-chan! wanna hear a joke? knock knock!'

      ‘ If it isn’t little Leon; I’ll bite. Who’s there? ’ 

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[ OOC; ] 

Rules & half of the about finished-- It probably won’t take too long to finish everything up. My skype is neimiko, if anybody wants to plot!

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                                                                a new player appears !                           POLITICAL ALIGNMENT: SOUTHERN NOBLE

“A child born under a ruthless monarchy will in turn become a product of such a society. Under the rein of the Puppet King, Nilas had learnt how to yank strings and bend people to his will…. calculating, opulent, and fundamentally human, when not at his household buried in scrolls he can be found on the streets and in whorehouses– where he is usually dragged back to the house by his advisor who is constantly fretting about his reputation.”

                                                      GOALS:                                             assimilation of the false monarch & his court.

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Character: Tsurumaru Kuninaga Game: Touken Ranbu

【注】鶴らしく by Daken (id 3824219) | ※ Reprint with permission