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THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE TAG CAST!! i went with rocky instead of rock for the extra letter um but yeah. this was the one I liked the best out of my many tries.
tagging @verdantlights, @alien-til-i-stage, @apple8ees, and @yunoftheclouds <3 <3 no pressure to do it you guys I just thought you might enjoy it!!
kioku's stage outfit! its kind of odd at first glance but i swear there were reasons for it
i think the main thing i was going for is pretty obvious, i wanted her to have a sporty/athletic kind of vibe reminiscent of those home workout videos from the 80s. (hence the earpiece because she will be mainly be dancing)
i originally wrote like 5 paragraphs just explaining the inspirations for this outfit but they're kind of funny to look at together so ill just let them speak for themselves
inspos: elisabeth sparkle & sue (the substance), sportacus & stephanie (lazytown)
yeah. im deadass i fear
certain parts (particularly the limb accessories) were also loosely based off of ochako uraraka's hero suit (uravity) and jenny the teenage robot for the more tech aspect. these accessories are meant to resemble leg and arm warmers, but they're actually made of a very light metal.
since kio is known for her bad memory (especially since it was tampered with before the performance) the limb accessories and circular devices are programmed to forcefully jerk her body in the right direction if she ever forgets a move (she still has to properly execute it herself, of course). it's something akin to mizi's dance practice contraption but on a smaller and less restrictive scale.
anyways, here's some extras: an alt version and a blank version
okay, that's all for now. i know there's stuff regarding jiu and juliet's rigged round, trust me, i'll get to that soon.
Juliet, oh Juliet... I adore her! She's so lovely, it's unbelievable how such a beautiful human could ever exist!
Her voice is so melodical, and she's always so sweet to me. She's like one of those princesses they used to have in the super ancient human times! The ones who are all graceful, gentle and kind. Though I think she got her name from a noble lady, not a princess... I think I overheard it from Macbeth one time? Was it like a play or something? I forgot. She's just like a fairytale... but people have to keep reminding me that Romeo and Juliet is a tragedy. Juliet is so dreamy, she makes me forget the original story! (Or, well, I kinda still forget the story regardless.) I hope nothing bad happens to her. I won't allow it!
Sometimes, when we're spending time together, she takes my hand and calls me her 'lady'! Waaaaah! My heart...this is unacceptable! You're the one I must protect, my lady! I think the title suits her much better, anyway. I like to help people a lot, so my classmates sometimes joke that I work like a servant. Just feels natural to me, like I've worked before... but that just means I'm well-equipped to serve my lady!
Oh... hold on, something came back to me just now, that's rare. I'm remembering... There was this one time at the garden where I fell into the river. I was never really good at swimming, and my head smacked against rock as I went down. What else? What after? Hold on...
Ah, right! Someone pulled me up! I was barely conscious, I couldn't even remember their face or their voice... but I remember looking into blue eyes before everything went dark. They were so careful and gentle... It must have been Juliet, right? I don't think anyone else would hold me that way, like I was something intimately precious.
When I woke up next to the riverbank, I was swarmed by people who fretted all over me. They said they didn't know who fished me out. All I can truly remember from that day was the the ghost of their touch... and blue eyes.
It wouldn't be the first time. Though, I doubt she remembers what happened back then, what it was that made her loathe me so. Everything between us must have evaded her memory. She'll only be able to remember me by how I am now, and what I'm about to do to her beloved Juliet.
Juliet... even her namesake sings of tragedy. Her gentle poise dressed in flowing white, the spitting image of a sacrificial lamb. Sweet and pure. Bound by thorned vines like cattle wrapped in rope. The people will always love the underdog, especially when dressed so sweetly and sympathetically. Standing next to her, I'd appear a stone-cold killer. Fitting, isn't it? It's like we play roles, she and I. The runaway princess and the huntsman seeking to carve out her heart.
Yet I mustn't let my guard down, not even once. I'm always wary of what might be a wolf parading in sheep's clothing. Though Juliet herself is a dainty, mild woman, I won't rule out the possibility that our match will be cutthroat.
Nevertheless, I need to do this. I have someone I desperately need to do this for.
She was always a curious girl, that Kioku. There's no doubt she'll be watching us, eyes fixed on her lovely pink lamb and praying for her victory. Very well, then. Watch on and watch closely, Kio. It's never wise to assume the winner before the final hour, but if by Anakt's grace it happens to be me, you'll eventually learn that everything I've done has been for you.
And if I die... after everything, I suppose it's what I'd deserve.
Muffled footsteps like whispers slowly crescendo under the speckled sky as a child sits out in a field, one hand planted firmly in the grass while the other nurses a small bruise on the child’s face. A familiar voice calls out, taking her attention away from the pain.
“Juliet?” It calls, the footsteps slowing to a stop a short distance away from her.
Juliet turns to the voice, revealing its owner, her brother. “What is it, Romeo?” She murmurs, eyes scanning him for any injuries he may have sustained.
“He hit you again.” It was less of a question and more of a statement. “What happened? I thought you said you’d stop fighting back.”
Juliet sighs, breath forming a little cloud as her gaze sweeps down to the grass. “Old habits die hard, I suppose. It’s not my fault I’m not perfect.”
“Juliet,” Romeo mumbles, “nobody is—”
“Don’t,” Juliet curtly bites out. “I don’t need your pity. I won’t beat myself up for it.”
The boy’s gaze falls as well, noting Juliet’s fist gripping the grass hard enough to nearly tear it from its roots. Funny. They’d wanted to escape their roots for years now.
The silence that remained between them wasn’t awkward, though neither knew what to say.
Finally, Juliet breaks the silence. “I shouldn’t have snapped. I apologise.” She lets go of the grass and interlaces her fingers, staring forward once more to look at the stars. “It’s unbecoming of a lady.”
“Jules, don’t apologise for something like that,” Romeo shakes his head, stepping up to Juliet and sitting down beside her. “We didn’t choose this life.”
“That’s the problem,” she mutters. “We don’t have a choice—we never do. I don’t know how much longer I can endure this.”
Romeo winces. Endure. A horrible word, honestly, they shouldn’t have to endure anything. “Well, about that…”
Juliet looks over at him again, eyes dull with the memories of everything. “Speak.”
A mischievous yet hesitant grin blooms on Romeo’s face. “I found an opening.” He bumps his elbow against Juliet’s arm and she instinctively rubs it. Romeo lowers his voice to an excited whisper. “In two months, there’s a small gap in the security around Father’s estate. I saw it on the guard posting. We could escape. Run away together. You know, brother and sister?”
Juliet’s eyes light up instantaneously at the whispered words. “Truly?” She pauses, pressing a finger to her chin, contemplating. “I suppose I could stand to tolerate your presence alone,” she mutters, deadpan, earning yet another elbowing from Romeo.
“You’re so cruel. Your delivery needs work. You’re so stiff. Like those horrid crackers Father gives us sometimes.” He laughs, and Juliet mimics the action in her own way, corners of her mouth twitching in amusement.
“It’s called dry humour for a reason.” She retorts, unlacing her fingers to lightly flick Romeo’s shoulder. He yelps and topples over before laughing.
Romeo’s tone suddenly becomes hushed and serious once more. “I’m trying to be serious here! We could escape, isn’t that what we’ve been waiting for? I can’t stand seeing you get hurt so often.”
“I can only imagine,” she murmurs, her eyes meeting the stars again. “I don’t know why Father treats us so differently.”
Romeo’s brow scrunches up. “I don’t know. Maybe it has to do something with the story. He won’t let me read the Earth book we’re named after. I’d think he was your favourite if I didn’t know what he does to you.” He sighs, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. “Can you try to lie low for the next few months? Be good so he thinks he’s finally broken us in and will give us more leeway.”
Juliet nods. “I’ll try. But I can’t help it if I disagree with… everything about him.”
“Do your best, Jules.” Romeo ruffles Juliet’s hair, much to her displeasure.
“You’re terrible.” She huffs as she fixes her hair.
“You tolerate it.”
— 2 months later
Frantic footsteps echo violently in the hall as two children rush towards an open window. The stars seem dimmer this night, as if it knows the fate of these children.
Juliet hoists Romeo out the window, allowing his escape first. “Hurry! Father is very angry.”
“What did you do to make him mad?” Romeo sputters. “I told you to lie low!”
“Shh! It’s too late for that—” She’s cut off by a thunderous roar of her name from a short distance away. She instantly stiffens at the sound, as if internally curling up into herself. She draws a shaky breath in before discreetly wiping her eyes. “Go ahead without me. I’ll catch up.”
“Jules, no,“ Romeo pleads. “I don't want to do this without you, I can’t—“
“You have to. For me.” Juliet offers him the closest thing to a smile she can manage before turning and facing her impending fate.
Romeo would never forget the sickening scream he heard as he ran.
Muffled footsteps like whispers slowly crescendo under the speckled sky as a child sits out in a field, one hand planted firmly in the grass while the other nurses a small bruise on the child’s face. A familiar voice calls out, taking her attention away from the pain.
“Juliet?” It calls, the footsteps slowing to a stop a short distance away from her.
Juliet turns to the voice, revealing its owner, her brother. “What is it, Romeo?” She murmurs, eyes scanning him for any injuries he may have sustained.
“He hit you again.” It was less of a question and more of a statement. “What happened? I thought you said you’d stop fighting back.”
Juliet sighs, breath forming a little cloud as her gaze sweeps down to the grass. “Old habits die hard, I suppose. It’s not my fault I’m not perfect.”
“Juliet,” Romeo mumbles, “nobody is—”
“Don’t,” Juliet curtly bites out. “I don’t need your pity. I won’t beat myself up for it.”
The boy’s gaze falls as well, noting Juliet’s fist gripping the grass hard enough to nearly tear it from its roots. Funny. They’d wanted to escape their roots for years now.
The silence that remained between them wasn’t awkward, though neither knew what to say.
Finally, Juliet breaks the silence. “I shouldn’t have snapped. I apologise.” She lets go of the grass and interlaces her fingers, staring forward once more to look at the stars. “It’s unbecoming of a lady.”
“Jules, don’t apologise for something like that,” Romeo shakes his head, stepping up to Juliet and sitting down beside her. “We didn’t choose this life.”
“That’s the problem,” she mutters. “We don’t have a choice—we never do. I don’t know how much longer I can endure this.”
Romeo winces. Endure. A horrible word, honestly, they shouldn’t have to endure anything. “Well, about that…”
Juliet looks over at him again, eyes dull with the memories of everything. “Speak.”
A mischievous yet hesitant grin blooms on Romeo’s face. “I found an opening.” He bumps his elbow against Juliet’s arm and she instinctively rubs it. Romeo lowers his voice to an excited whisper. “In two months, there’s a small gap in the security around Father’s estate. I saw it on the guard posting. We could escape. Run away together. You know, brother and sister?”
Juliet’s eyes light up instantaneously at the whispered words. “Truly?” She pauses, pressing a finger to her chin, contemplating. “I suppose I could stand to tolerate your presence alone,” she mutters, deadpan, earning yet another elbowing from Romeo.
“You’re so cruel. Your delivery needs work. You’re so stiff. Like those horrid crackers Father gives us sometimes.” He laughs, and Juliet mimics the action in her own way, corners of her mouth twitching in amusement.
“It’s called dry humour for a reason.” She retorts, unlacing her fingers to lightly flick Romeo’s shoulder. He yelps and topples over before laughing.
Romeo’s tone suddenly becomes hushed and serious once more. “I’m trying to be serious here! We could escape, isn’t that what we’ve been waiting for? I can’t stand seeing you get hurt so often.”
“I can only imagine,” she murmurs, her eyes meeting the stars again. “I don’t know why Father treats us so differently.”
Romeo’s brow scrunches up. “I don’t know. Maybe it has to do something with the story. He won’t let me read the Earth book we’re named after. I’d think he was your favourite if I didn’t know what he does to you.” He sighs, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. “Can you try to lie low for the next few months? Be good so he thinks he’s finally broken us in and will give us more leeway.”
Juliet nods. “I’ll try. But I can’t help it if I disagree with… everything about him.”
“Do your best, Jules.” Romeo ruffles Juliet’s hair, much to her displeasure.
“You’re terrible.” She huffs as she fixes her hair.
“You tolerate it.”
— 2 months later
Frantic footsteps echo violently in the hall as two children rush towards an open window. The stars seem dimmer this night, as if it knows the fate of these children.
Juliet hoists Romeo out the window, allowing his escape first. “Hurry! Father is very angry.”
“What did you do to make him mad?” Romeo sputters. “I told you to lie low!”
“Shh! It’s too late for that—” She’s cut off by a thunderous roar of her name from a short distance away. She instantly stiffens at the sound, as if internally curling up into herself. She draws a shaky breath in before discreetly wiping her eyes. “Go ahead without me. I’ll catch up.”
“Jules, no,“ Romeo pleads. “I don't want to do this without you, I can’t—“
“You have to. For me.” Juliet offers him the closest thing to a smile she can manage before turning and facing her impending fate.
Romeo would never forget the sickening scream he heard as he ran.
