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never too young to enslave the human race Saryuu Evan・・・SARU Purple Rose・・・5 Petals Partnered with・・・Blade Wing Reijy and Nagatsugu Shirasaya. [Affiliated with: Le Monde de Guertena]

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Ratatam, ratatam, ratatam!! We are the space apes!!

"Hehh... I don't recall the normal humans of the past being this uncreative..."

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Put a banana in your ear You will never be happy If you live your life in fear It's true! So true! When it's in the skies are bright and clear Oh, every day of every year The sun shines bright in this big blue sphere So go and put a banana in your Earrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

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c'mon dude you gotta shoot someone with your banana gun i dare you

... Shrugs.

"Eh, why not. It'll be humourous. Even for me, I suppose."

Coming right up, anonymous.

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orange rose

What is the thing you most desire in your life?

"Easy enough. It's to become the emperor of the world. Feida will rule the earth of this current time, so that in the future, and the people now even, will see that the Second Stage Children are superior beings. They'll finally accept us. You humans are a dying race anyway, so I don't see why some are truly trying to go against us. It's futile, but I suppose I can applaud the effort."

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can i touch your banana? and i dont mean your gun /ka-WINK!

"Ahaha, ahaha..... That's a good one, really. It's almost as stupid as the one that other guy said to me. You should consider trying harder next time."

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So are you a dick and use the water from the vases to fill your gun?

"Ehh.. Why not?" He's not stepping into the bathroom unless he really needed to later, gross.

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Yellow Rose!!

Name the closest friend you have ever had, or just a good friend of yours in general.

"Friends? Let's not be irrational, and unrealistic here, I only have an organization, and that's simply it."

Ahaha, what are friends.

Ahaha.

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✿ Headcanons - Send a word and the mun will write our a response of how it relates to their character.

✿ Truth or Dare - We all know how this one works, don’t just overrun it with dares! There’s a truth part to it y’know!

✿ Ask My Character/Mun - Ask the character anything, they are even allowed to break the fourth wall. Even send questions to the mun, this can help to know them better!

✿ Drabbles -Give the muse a prompt and they may write a short drabble on it.

✿ Red Rose - When was a time you had to show a great bit of bravery and courage to get something done?

✿ Blue Rose - What has been your biggest dream throughout your entire life?

✿ Yellow Rose - Name the closest friend you have ever had, or just a good friend of yours in general.

✿ Green Rose - Was there ever a time you had to lift someone’s spirits for any reason at all?

✿ Orange Rose - What is the thing you most desire in your life?

✿ Purple Rose - Name a time you felt like you were at your very best, and no one could convince you otherwise?

✿ Monochrome Rose - Name a time in your life were you had no faith in anyone or anything, like everything was at its absolute worse and couldn’t get any better.

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Ain't got time for all this [open||Kano]

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Boots brushed against the ground that made rather loud noise against the blue lathered steps created for the gallery, each echoed sound bounced against the compact area to only consolidate a rather larger noise depending on how close a person resided. Keratin glided against the walls that kept him in locked up away from the familiar closed spaces of the areas, his breathing steady to show he was not bothered even if the latter would have shook from fright. Stricken with the cold sensation that would follow anonymously akin to a train up their spine, it was only to be noted. The gallery held a such distinct taste of warning that it was languid on the tip of his tongue, a type of ecstasy that he would relish in and take the oncoming bliss handed.

As it was handed to him, a voice in the cold air that brought his cat-like hues, color be noted as amber to reach up. It was invisible hooks helped move him, an easier way to raise his sight as that constant thumping of a walk had to cease. The thick air had became silent, his fingers had not brushed against the hard bricks anymore but only drifted, dangled by the oldest teen’s side.

Who’s voice did that belong to? So questioning with the lack of fear, how endearing.

Lingering eyes that had yet to blink gave into the satisfaction, cleansing the eye within it’s socket for the burning sensation to give way. He had ventured through the area many a time enough to calmly get use to it’s undeniable twists and upcoming turns.

The other’s thoughts are loudly voiced so it was intended that Kano would just overhear, he speaks nothing since it was odd. A shake of his head and a step closer to the visitor to indulge in those ever upcoming inquiries, a smile shifted among a foolish face, his retina’s slit in it’s animal fashion signalling his attention unwavering.

“What do you have to say about this?”

His words came at their own pace as he was face to face, vision to vision with this younger and his index finger pointing at the lower part of the other’s clothing, more so towards the pants he wore and really close to the general thighs’ area. “Is that a banana in your pants, or are you happy to see me?” He spoke with a small laugh as he reached out towards the male’s waist without consent.

Grabbing the male’s gun from it’s holster did the boy remove it and bring into his possession  Raising it up, “It is a banana, what odd taste.” He spoke more before hovering the item right before the other’s face, Kano always wanted to play cop. “Put your hands up. I’m going to need you to get in the desired position, hands against the wall and back facing me.” Seeing that it wouldn’t possibly happen had the blonde voiced his words, “Bang bang.” pulling the trigger and a simultaneous: Squirt. Squirt. sound made as water gushed from the weapon’s hole and onto the face of the man before him, “Oh! You had water in it as well, I didn’t know!”

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Saru was content until he faced with this one. The very unnecessary comment that left his lips wasn't amusing at all, and the small smile on Saru's face straightened. Although, before he could get grump, he put that smile back on, and let out a soft chuckle, "Please, that wasn't even the slightest bit hilarious. Nice try, though, you really need to work on your jokes." The second stage child recoiled, only slightly, back from the sudden contact from the other. It wasn't direct contact for  he only reached for Saru's joke of a 'gun', but still! 

Saru stifled the sigh he was about to let leave his lips, but stopped himself. He didn't want to seem too irritated towards a new face just yet, but really, this kid. He lifted his shoulders up, an effortless shrug, then after that came a half-hearted reply, "What can you expect? Supposed the ones in charge of this place are artists, they sure have creative minds, don't they?" He stared at the male, as he inspected the water gun, "Anyway, please return that--" He words were stopped when the other squirted water right into Saru's face. He closed his eyes out of reflex as the water hit in between his eyes, and ran down the side of his nose.

Saru opened his eyes, and he furrowed his eyebrows in irritation as he wiped the water from his face quickly. He wasn't going to take this from everyone, despite his downgrades ever since being dropped in this gallery! The second stage child stayed quiet, with a bright purple tint that gleamed in his pupils, the teenager quickly pulled the water gun out of the other boy's grip. With ease he was able to keep the item suspended in air. His eyes widened just a bit, surprised that his telekinesis was working- but why not his telepathy? Odd... [To be honest, he preferred his telepathy out of all his SSC powers, but he'd just have to make this one work to his advantage for now]. He pushed the water gun against the stranger's jugular. 

He smiled, "I don't want to waste time." He simply stated, he took a few steps towards him, and took hold of the water gun himself, "I'll be taking back my possession now, I would appreciate if you don't mess with me like that again." 

This was really stupid.

"How about you work with me just for a few moments, and I'll let you be." He offered, "Does that sound fair?"

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⚜ roses are orange, violets are also orange [introduction/open]

As the blue-haired individual began to wake, he was greeted by an endless amount of blue in almost the same shade. So much blue in his vision that he thought he might have been underwater, despite being able to breathe. It sure felt like he had been underwater at one point though. His body and mind were sluggish, as if he were on the verge of drowning just recently. It’s hardly a pleasant sensation, that’s for sure.

A small groan escaped Saruhiko’s lips as he forced himself to sit upright, and then proceeded to carefully pick himself up onto his feet. For support, he laid a hand onto the wall. Now that he was beginning to come to his senses, he could tell that there was something definitely wrong with this situation. A quick glance around at his surroundings gave Saruhiko that much. Where exactly was he…? He definitely remembered entering an art gallery, but after that… it’s no use, he’s drawing a complete blank. Had he somehow passed out in a different — and much more disturbing — section of the gallery? He couldn’t help but find the absence of noise and people just a little bit alarming. Thinking that there’s a chance this might be some kind of trap, he reached for his sword and—

… It’s not there. In it’s place, he found a single, delicate flower in his left pocket. Saruhiko held it in his hand and took a closer look at it. He eventually determined that it was the most disgusting rose he’s ever seen. Something about the way its six petals looked seemed unnatural to him, and it’s no replacement for his sword. It appears that he still has his daggers in his possession, but losing his sword has left him terribly agitated. Saruhiko begrudgingly affixes the orange rose in the pocket it came from, allowing the flower bud to stick out. There’s absolutely no way he’s going to wear it on his vest.

That’s when he was alerted to the faint sound of footsteps drawing near from behind. Saruhiko turned around to face whoever it is, giving them an unamused expression. He’s really not in the mood to be snuck up on right now, especially after he had already assumed nobody was around.

“What do you want?”

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Being thrown into a gallery had left Saru with nothing much to do. It was an interesting experience though, nonetheless it proved to be incredibly unamusing! There were only, but a few things that piqued Saru's interesting, but they truly didn't pique his interest enough for him to actually investing- like most of his SSC powers being shut off, for example. If he had time though he supposed he wouldn't mind taking a detour, but was that necessary? 

Hey, he wouldn't lie. It was pretty amazing that a simple building can cut off powers he had because of his genes. Saru thought it was practically impossible, but for once was he wrong? It was truly a bothersome thought, those powers are something that made him superior to regular human beings! Not being at his full strength put him at a slight disadvantage, but that wouldn't stop him. He twirled the violet rose in between two fingers, studying it carefully. He lifted his hand to look at it from a different angle, hm, it just seemed like a normal rose, really! How peculiar. 

Oh, was that a voice? A small smile appeared on his features, and with an uncaring shrug, he placed the rose securely on his belt.

"Hehh.. Oops, looks like I was spotted." He mused out loud, in reply to the question that echoed through the hallways of the blue-tinted room. He showed himself, appearing from around the corner. He lifted a hand, and waved once towards the stranger. Someone looked irritated! Being trapped wasn't his slice of pie either, so that was understandable. 

"I think you should be able to guess what I want though!" He spoke up, "I already presume it's the same thing you want, right? I simply just want to leave this building, but at the moment it doesn't seem possible... Unless you're here to tour, and look at the displays which doesn't appear to be likely." 

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Ain't got time for all this [open||Nagatsugu]

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Directed by the muffled coughing that had managed to catch his attention and his curiosity piqued slightly Nagatsugu had decided to investigate a bit. It seemed there were plenty of people trapped here, and more arriving at that. He’d taken the liberty of exploring the gallery, occasionally coming into contact with the strange creatures crawling about it. As much disdain as he felt for the place thus far, it wasn’t boring. He was thankful for that at least. Meeting another new person could potentially further rid any lingering boredom.

Though his movements had initially been silent, he’d managed to abandon that in order to let his presence become known. And as if in response to that, the boy’s voice could be heard easily from a turn or so away. “I wouldn’t say it was pleasant. Either way, the building’s interior isn’t much a concern of mine. I don’t intend to stay here forever, after all,” he replied, finally making his way past the wall obstructing his view and lazily flicking his wrist in a waving gesture.

“It’s actually pretty fun here though! I’m not sure what happened to my weapons, but it’s still pretty fun to fight off the … what were they called? Mannequins?,” he chirped in response, taking several steps forward to admire the painting that had managed to take up his attention for those brief moments. Only turning his attention back to Saryuu in order to speak again. “Did you just arrive here? I could show you around a bit if you’d like. I’m new here too, though. So I apologize in advance if I happen to get you lost.”

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With a shrug of Saru's shoulders he quickly dismissed the clashing opinion of the other. His attention wasn't all on the interior anyway, although it should be something kept in mind. The corners of his lips lifted to make a small smile on his features, "It seems we have the same objective in mind then, right?" How pleasant! A first meeting appeared to be promising, of course that's if the stranger was, well, useful. Hey now! Regardless of all that, Saru wasn't that too uptight! He was willing enough to allow a stranger to stick around, what could be the harm? If he double-crossed him however... 

What's not fun about an art gallery, though? A building filled with wondrous pieces of art created by others over the centuries! Saru wasn't the type of guy to take hours to stroll through such a gallery though, especially a gallery where an unknown force decided that it'd be rather entertaining to throw whoever they find in, and trap them. Ah, well. There was a way in, there was a way out. Simple as that.

"Mannequins?" He echoed, and with that he let out a small laughter, "That sounds great! Yes, I'm relatively new to the gallery. If only there was an invitation to reject, I would've." Another shrug, oh how he really wished he wasn't here. Such a drag being trapped! For once, he was caught off guard so quickly especially since some of his SSC powers were somehow blocked. It even piqued his curiosity just a bit.

"Ehh, why not! I'm Saryuu Evan, everyone calls me Saru though." Might as well make himself known while he was at it, "We're in the same boat, aren't we? Hmm..." Another chuckle, "That'll be quite alright, but you said you're going to get out. Do you have an idea, or are you just going to wander aimlessly until a way pops up?" If he could, he would just blow a way out of here, but surely the ones who constructed this gallery made a way to prevent that. Shucks.

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Ain't got time for all this [open||???]

Quite peculiar, this art gallery was, and how he had arrived here. It all happened without warning, so sudden that Saru couldn't react properly to it all before he felt being choked, drowning, no air to give him a feeling of life, but then suddenly there he was. Stranded in a blue tinted room, the pressure of the water that surrounded him suddenly had lifted. Saru erupted into a small fit of coughs, and breathed heavily to calm himself, and bring back his usual composure- for he was honestly better than to let something so easily get to his physical strength. He recovered quickly, and stood.

And there, right next to him, it appeared that the emperor was granted with a soccer ball, and an... Oddly shaped gun. He furrowed his brows forward as he inspected it, oh, this had to be a joke, and he would not stand for such a joke. No matter. That would just be holstered on his belt just in case. Other than that, a peculiar rose that caught his attention easily with its vivid colour. He picked it up, and held it gently between his finger, and thumb. An interesting colour, but it still seemed to be a normal rose that carried five petals. Even so, it had a certain charm to it, he had to admit.

"Ahh, how strange." He mused out loud to himself, he paused for a moment to think. Honestly, he was just a tad bit confused, for once in his life, because he was here. Usually, Saru had everything under his grasp, but this time, he had absolutely nothing. Was he irked? Irritated? Maybe he was, for his hard work to get everything under control was all lost, and now he would have start from scratch in this new area. This area though, he had little background information on it, so he had nothing to work in his favour. 

Another pause, he could've sworn he heard the echo of footsteps down the corridor. Oh, what's this? This place wasn't only filled with paintings. The Second Stage Child brought two fingers up to  his temple; oh, he only planned to send them a rather harmless message to get in contact from them from where he stood, but he was suddenly cut off. The boy let out a small 'tch' under his breath. Why didn't that work? Was there something stronger than him cutting off some of his SSC powers? Bothersome...

"Ehh, how neat, isn't it? These coloured walls sure give off a nice feeling. Although, the layout of this play sure is outdated, don't you think?" He once again, mused out loud for the other to hear, his eyes were focused on one of the paintings on the wall, "I would never expect for someone to use such a building as a prison though. What were they thinking. We're trapped. A shame." He shrugged, and turned his attention away from the wall, "What do you have to say about this?"

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