"There are less besmirchy ways to summon me, you know!"

( Affiliated with Stella City: Closed Schezo Wedgey from Puyo Puyo rp account. Kept his ability to sense those of (previous) great power and his Dark Sword, though the sword is blunted and not magical anymore.)

[darkmageknight]

sinceremoon;:

The girl felt humiliated about this situation as many passersby were soon staring. She also felt more and more sorry for herself as this man was so overbearing to be with. On another thought, he was also very much easy to rile up, unfortunately for her that is. Yuu wasn’t too sure what to think of him, until he revealed something so personal out to the open, to to her. A childhood spent in realm of monsters? She wanted to say he was lying, but he sounded truthful even with that loud voice of his.

“I misjudged you.” The Master says in response, looking down to her feet. She was shuffling them now. “But, I’m not quite so sure what to actually think of you, since you keep changing your moods.” She nods to herself, “Yet, I can see that you are proud and… well, I guess you might as well be who you are.”

“Well, if it were an army of sheep, I would have love that as well, myself. But, it’s not quite the case.” A smile. This guy? He’s kind of changes so fast, she’s not sure what to say. “I… well, you guessed that quite well.” Quite well more than she actually expected. She blushes pink at the compliment that was he gave out to her. “I’m not much of a leader. It’s nothing like that.” Yet, she couldn’t stop blushing.

When the other outright admitted to misjudging him, Schezo blinked, bewildered by this enough to remain (thankfully for Yuu herself) in his ‘calmer’ side of mood for now. Many misjudged him, he was quite used to defending himself in such a situation should it arise: but for someone to actually admit to it on their own merit was not something he was so used to.

Why would they bother apologizing and admitting they were in the wrong to a tainted individual as himself? He really didn’t get humans sometimes, even if he was one.

 “I do not understand why you would apologize for that. I am a Dark Mage, tainted by the darkness I owned: so if anything, a good person as you should not have to say sorry to one as blackened as me. That being said, people can have more than one aspect of themselves if they want to! I have both my unwavering passion and my ‘mysterious’ vibes.”

 People didn’t have to just have only ‘one’ quirk about their personality, Schezo did have something of a point there? “Indeed! I am glad you understand that now! It saves the trouble of me having to thrust a explanation down into the depths of something!”

His wording’s awful as it was before, sigh. At least he’s not ‘shouting’, but his tone’s still dramatic even in his apparently ‘mysterious’ mood! Dear oh dear.  “I wish I could ask Aries or Stella for a cute sheep army, so I could hug them a lot. Then again, it might make me very tired all the time, so perhaps they would say no because of that...” It seems the ‘Dark Mage’ loves cute things? Strange, he doesn’t look the type.

He looked bewildered again at the other’s expression. “You guided many warriors into battle, from the sounds of it - I would certainly call that a good leader, even if you did not battle yourself.” He’s...a little clueless at catching others being flustered, please be merciful.

[darkmageknight]

Advertisement Advice (Closed- Saiki)

Okay, Schezo had seen a fair few of those strange rolls of parchment about the realm where he was staying for a good while now: at first, he’d shrugged it off as a mere one-off thing, like a human losing a piece of paper and it sticking to the wall accidentally. It had kept happening over and over though, so now he knew for certain it was no accident! Reading the details of one of the pieces of parchment, apparently it was detailing some ‘inventors’ work?

Schezo had a few words to say to that inventor, indeed he did! As...soon as he figured out how the summoning one’s voice in that strange ‘phyione’ summoning circle worked. Eventually figuring it out after about an hour’s confused figurings out with the stuff the one who’d sold it to him had said (he just had to remember it) - he waited for the inventor to pick up.

“Oy, you. You’re the guy who’s been putting parchment all over the place to hawk your wares, right? Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but why bother putting parchment on places like back-alleys and dead-ends of the city?! Wouldn’t you, as an inventor, get more customers by putting your parchments in places more humans go, instead of places barely any go?”

...Had to admit, Schezo did have a point there.

[mxssiletainn-blog]

Lost · Owain & Schezo

[darkmageknight]

mxssiletainn;:

Following suit, the Ylissean swordsmaster slide into a fighting stance; crouching slightly with his free hand over his face. Honestly, it felt weird when it wasn’t his sword hand over his face. Hopefully the other didn’t see the small discomfort.

Owain was at the ready when the other spoke. Schezo did have a point. If the two swordsmen did spare here in the open, others could get injured and the buildings could get damaged. Owain stood up, a concerned look over his face. What type of Dark Mage was the other? The Dark Mages he met before coming to Stella had little care about the surroundings. Maybe Schezo wasn’t as dark or evil as he originally thought.

“I think you’re right. If we were to spare here, the sheep and other people could get injured. And my sword hand wouldn’t like to feed on the innocent.” Owain returned his sword to his side and looked over at the Dark Mage. “I’ll follow. I’m still new around here…”

The last statement came out more softer.

Schezo put his sword back in it’s sheath so as to not risk startling the sheep and the innocents as he had been so worried about with the realization he’d made: and a small sigh escaped him at knowing the other was doing the same. Well, that was good. Not that a Dark Mage should be surprised by potential ‘underhanded’ tactics, as dark beings were supposed to use such underhanded ways of winning themselves - why then, should they be granted the mercy of no underhanded things being used against them - but he would prefer to battle against warriors of light with his own strength.

Not lie and get one to lower their guard, then hit while the guard was down - only cowards won that way. Truly powerful mages were confident enough in their ability to not use such underhanded tactics: or involve innocents and people who should not be harmed in their fights, for that matter. At least that was what he, the great Dark Mage thought.

Keeping that to himself, he nodded. “I am glad to see that you agree to that logic! I shall lead the way into those forests of destiny - it is there we shall settle our match. No need to worry: we were all new here at one point, so I feel certain information shall happen along to aid you. ”

That said, he actually waited for the other to show signs of being ready, before heading off at a slow pace, easy to follow, whistling merrily. 

[darkmageknight]

Black Ice (Closed -  Viktor)

On Schezo’s usual investigations of the sheep-filled realm: today had unearthed a most peculiar sight that he had never seen in the Dark World before: not to this extent - a pool of frozen ice. While he had fought and battled against icy monsters before, their icy attacks had been mainly to attempt freezing a person, and not a great expanse of water. 

Watching, the pool seemed strong enough for humans to walk upon - no, glide would be the more correct term, he understood that much - so he was curious. Was this some kind of ritual to summon great powers by many a group of humans? Perhaps he could find some way to regain his own lost powers if he gave it a go! So he’d asked a sheep in charge for a pair of the strange ‘special’ boots, and headed onto the pool himself.

However - Schezo being as ‘energetic’ (and that was putting it mildly) as he was going onto a slippery surface as ice was a disaster waiting to happen - the dark mage skidded and flailed every which-way, constantly falling flat on his face: but he stubbornly pulled himself back up every time.

“You....you shall not get the best of me, magicked ice! I...I AM SCHEZO, THE DARK MAGE! YOU WILL MELT BEFORE MY SWORD’S UNWAVERING PASSI-”

....He fell on his face again mid-proclamation.

Someone help him, please.

[darkmageknight]

(( guess what time it is, folks? if you guessed ‘time for schezo to be loud around more new people’ you guessed right! feel free to like this post for a closed thread - capping at 4, but people who know Schezo in Stella are exempt from the cap whee.

))

[darkmageknight]

Student and Teacher (Closed- Korekiyo)

[darkmageknight]

humanitysbeauty;:

✝ : someone… wanting to do these things for him. of course no one was forced to be kind, but sometimes it is done out of obligation. this could very easily be seen as one of those times. he really was nothing more than a teacher to the other, right? in a normal, strictly work relationship, something like this may seem mandatory. yet, he was here because he wanted to be. even after finding out he had just murdered someone. he really couldn’t wrap his head around it no matter how hard he tried. humans were a work of art.

it seems like they’re both having a hard time processing this all. some teacher he is. well, at least he’s quick to recover. that’s better than korekiyo could say for himself right now. 

“no, i should be fine. although, i do have a request of you. when i am in confinement… i want you to bring me a notepad.”

he reached over and held up the worn out book that was resting on his bedside table. 

“this one, to be specific. it is where i keep all my studies. i would not like to falter on them just because i am locked away. i hope that that is not too much to ask.”

Internally, Schezo finds a wave of relief that his teacher did not call him out on being flustered like that: he doesn’t verbally mention it, however, because that would risk his teacher noticing it anyway and he would really, really prefer to avoid that! His hands were tainted with actions of past: what right did he have to claim good words about him?

Also, there was the fact he still had that image to maintain of the ‘cool unruffled’ dark mage, and that he did not want it being public to everyone that the lost, wayward child behind the dramatics actually was quite touched at praise, being so unused to it as he was. 

He was thankful for the conversation change which meant he didn’t have to dwell on it long, in all honesty. It seemed his teacher had a request, and Schezo paid attention, nodding at the request. Make sure to bring the important book to him when the time came for confinement? It was hard to miss the book because of how well loved it was, so he certainly would not forget!

“I’ll deliver it when that time comes, I promise you that. I’ll keep your precious book safe while I bring it to you: you’ve clearly had it a long time and it means a great deal, so I also promise no harm will come to it.”

As dramatic as ever, Schezo is...but it’s clear he’s taking the promises seriously.

[darkmageknight]

Student and Teacher (Closed- Korekiyo)

[darkmageknight]

humanitysbeauty;:

✝ : even now, he still was just so misinformed. normally, it could become irritating after awhile, but in a time like this, it was almost endearing. he was so overly ridiculous that it was impossible not to laugh at him. his words didn’t do much for him at all, but his absurd train of thought and reasoning was enough to remind korekiyo of the beauty humanity held. how bizarre. he’s never met someone quite like this. 

not only was he visiting him now, but promises of visiting him within prison? he didn’t exactly understand how he became someone worthy of these things within such a short span of knowing him. sure, he promised him that he would teach him, but this level of dedication to someone… it was odd. he didn’t know what was the proper way to feel about it. he’s never had friends let alone someone who would look up to him like this. it almost felt like a responsibility. he wasn’t the one to deserve these types of things regardless. 

“thank you… you do not have to go out of your way to do such things, but… i suppose it’s appreciated.”

he felt like he’s said those words more today than he has in his entire life.

When his teacher speaks of him not having to go out of his way to make such bold promises and proclamations, Schezo shakes his head in firm conviction. “While it may be true I do not have to - I want to.” A short sentence from his overly-long dramatics for once, but still as blunt and dramatic as any other, and it carries the point quite clearly.

Sometimes, though very rare - Schezo being as direct as he was ended in good things, not misunderstandings. It seemed not was one of those times - though the appreciation made Schezo pause. He honestly wasn’t used to praise and what-not, but didn’t want to betray feeling awkward about it as a dark mage could not let slip such ‘weaknesses’ in their armor: despite him not having his powers here, the habit of holding back emotion was one he was unlikely to break easily.

He just nodded, though the lack of words from him (for once) may be a little more telling than he may like. He doesn’t linger on it long enough for it to be easily spotted, however, saluting dramatically and exclaiming: “Is there anything else you wish in this hospital room from me, perhaps?!” 

[darkmageknight]

sinceremoon;:

This guy… he’s kind of an obnoxious sort isn’t he? Indeed Yuu thought so of the man in front of her. He was posing as he started exclaiming what he was. A dark mage is what he claims to be. The girl doesn’t quite believe him, but at least she’s correct about the fact he’s perceptive. …. Now, she can’t help but wonder if he thinks about what he says before he actually speaks.

He’s the type who put his foot into his mouth without thinking, huh? But… is it on purpose or he doesn’t … know what he’s actually saying? She thinks he’s leaning onto more on purpose at this point. “Mmm, I can see why people would think you are lying with the way you are speaking right now. You sound way over the top." 

An army of cute sheep? This guy got an imagination. "No, not an army of sheep. Well, it is army, but I wouldn’t quite say so. I’m a Master of many Servants. They’re called Heroic Spirits and well, some of them are historical figures of history. Others are legendary people or from myths or stories.”

What, what?! He was over the top? “Me, the Dark Mage Schezo, over-exaggerating?! Of course not!” He...really WAS over-dramatic, and clearly didn’t see. In his eyes, he simply acted according to the role ‘fated’ to him: and despite him no longer having his powers, it wasn’t a habit so easily broken despite already spending roughly half a month without powers already. “I am proud of my achievements, so I therefore speak with pride and firm conviction in my words: after all, I spent my childhood in a dangerous realm full of monsters and came out alive, so I am proud of this!”

Schezo wasn’t one to tiptoe around subjects, even if it meant discussing his own past, clearly...it was when the topic turned to emotions he denied, but seeing as this discussion had not brought it up, he had no qualms about outright spouting how matters were in past for him. To be fair...he had every right to be proud he’d survived the Dark World, even if he wasn’t so proud of having to do things like steal powers as the ‘fated’ Dark Mage.

“No army of sheep? Aww...but I see. You guide those of history’s destiny to sally forth - you certainly have that aura of leadership about you.” He’s nodding to himself a little there, despite being visibly dissapointed he doesn’t get to pat a cute fluffy sheep again. What a whirlwind mage this boy was...one moment grumpy over being called the drama king he was, then the next praising the other’s leadership skills...

[darkmageknight]

“I average about 4 hours a night’s sleep.”

“Ah, do you find yourself staying up late at night too? I must admit, I am guilty of stargazing at night, so I hardly get sleep until the mornings and sleep in as a result...”

Oh, oh dear. Schezo, that’s not exactly what your teacher meant there, probably? Help this oblivious mage.

[alannasroleplaymemes-moved]

Awkward 80′s Dating Video Sentence Starters

[darkmageknight]

alannasroleplaymemes:

All from here. Adjust as necessary.

“I’m an executive by day and a wild man by night. “Hi. You’ve probably already noticed that I have incredibly blue eyes.” “I like to talk to people, uh, deep into the night.” “I play guitar.” “I don’t smoke and I don’t like people who do smoke.” “I’m not afraid to get sand on my clothes if you’re not afraid to let the wind mess your hair up a little bit.” “Perhaps even a…a nice bath with champagne and candles.” “Hi Mom.” “I consider myself a refined valley dude.” “I’m looking for a trendy girl with a simple smile – uh, wait, no that’s not right.” “What I’m not looking for is some big…overgrown monster that’s always thinking about food.” “Who so binds to himself a joy doth its winged life destroy.” “Vivacious, foxy…” “I’m looking for the goddess. Are you the goddess? Who is the goddess?” “I’m looking for a figure that is sexy, slim, tight, excellent legs – mm…” “I’m a 25-year subscriber to both Playboy and the New Yorker Magazine.” “I operate a ‘damsel in distress’ hotline. I guess you’d call me a knight~” “One of my favorite foods is pizza.” “Sugar and spice and all those things that are nice…” “I’d like someone who is fun and adventuresome as well.” “I enjoy having fun, yes.” “I’m looking for someone to have fun with.” “No fatties, no hamsters, no Donna Juanitas!” “We don’t like to write checks.” “We don’t like to take out the garbage.” “What I’m doing right now is making a movie about World War II.” “I’m currently involved in cleaning up toxic waste.” “I’m not having fun doing this.” “Do you like cats?” “I like to wear bright socks.” “Life is a playground and I want somebody to play with.” “I really have a zany sense of humor.” “My mother still writes to me regularly.” “I average about 4 hours a night’s sleep.” “I will cry at a commercial.” “I’m interested in most phases of data processing.” “Type A I’m not. Comfortable, caring, and serious about a relationship…I am.” “I’m really looking for somebody I can feel special about!” “Are you that woman? Please give me a call!” “A journey always begins with the first step!

[darkmageknight]

Student and Teacher (Closed- Korekiyo)

[darkmageknight]

humanitysbeauty;:

✝ : he wasn’t sure what the other was doing at first, or what the exact purpose of it was. his hair was fine underneath the headband he constantly wore. it was simply wavy and full. it was actually quite nice. before he explained it, all he did was blankly stare at him. although, the reason invoked a reaction that he hasn’t genuinely done in so long.

he laughed. 

it was such a silly, pointless thing to prove to him, just to make him feel better or more secure. that’s not only the first time someone’s done that for him, but it was also uncalled for. he wasn’t even laughing at his hair, just the whole concept of this meaning to make him feel better. it was such a small thing, but it was wildly amusing. his absolute distaste for his own hair went so much deeper than just having wavy hair and it being annoying, but maybe that’s what made this even more amusing. 

averting his eyes back to his lap, there was remnants of a smile on masked lips. the possibility of him being completely blind to the people he’s connected with was only becoming more prominent, and honestly, it made him feel a bit foolish. he didn’t think anyone would actually bother to care about him and so he did the same. he didn’t know how to form bonds and he didn’t care to. seems like that was unavoidable. not going through hard times alone, huh? he was forced to do that his whole life. now shouldn’t be any different, but perhaps… the sentiment was nice.

“i suppose i’ve become rather immune to dealing with things on my own… but i am a person who keeps promises when he can, and i will continue to teach you about the ways of humans once i am freed. you will have to wait for quite some time, i apologize.”

Schezo, being as poorly informed as he was when it came to human interaction - of course, had no idea or even the slightest inkling that his over-dramatics were uncalled for in such a case as this. All he knew was that he wanted to help his teacher feel more secure in one of the best ways he knew to do with that limited knowledge, hence his actions: but for a moment, the Dark Mage’s stoic ‘mask’ he put forth faltered to show an expression of concern. Just for a moment, because his teacher looked blank-faced. H-had he not made his intentions clear enough?

Perhaps he needed to try another angle, because he simply could not stand and do nothing - but it was the other suddenly laughing that reassured Schezo’s worry and put that usual dramatic (stupidly infectious) grin back on his face. Aha! He’d reassured his teacher enough that not only was he smiling - he was laughing! He’d call that an amazing success: he’d never seen the other smile, let alone laugh before.

To make someone happy, instead of tainting or stealing powers like he did long ago before Arle stopped him..it was a strange feeling, one the Dark Mage was not used to. He was used to others fearing him, or treating his actions with disdain. It felt like a light inside - but not the burning sort of light he’d normally feel if he tried to use Light Magic. A pleasant warmth that filled all over? It was hard to explain, but he could certainly get used to such a feeling.

In fact, he couldn’t help a bout of laughter escaping from himself at it.

“Heh heh heh... it is good to know my words affected you as such, teacher.”

That said, he paused to listen when his teacher next spoke, but nodded in firm determination once the explanation of waiting had been given. “I shall wait a thousand lifetimes if need be for your sake, teacher!! I, too, am a man of my word...so I promise that, and that I will visit you even when you are confined!”

Schezo, watch your wording? Still, the sentiment is surprisingly kind. For such a ‘Dark’ mage...it seems Schezo still has some light in that darkness somewhere, huh.

[darkmageknight]

The strongest of Light magic?! (Closed- Makoto Naegi )

[darkmageknight]

qvietude;:

It’s the situation that feels strange, mostly because of how certain things are worded, less so the mobile device that the other’s holding. Of course, Makoto says nothing about it and doesn’t have a sudden change of heart; he’s offered to help and he’s not one to back down when things seem to get tough. If anything, he makes a mental note to be a bit more thorough in his explanations and to make sure that there are no loopholes left. That and, he should also be sure to not leave any open space for strange interpretations.

If he could do that, remained to be seen.

“It really depends on the model, I mean– I can show you how mine works after we’re done with the one you picked, if you want? It’s newer and it has the voice recognition option that I told you about,” granted, it didn’t always work as smoothly as one might think.

“I didn’t mean that I wanted to hold hands, I…” he blinks once, twice then three times over and then shakes his head. That’s a bit embarrassing. It doesn’t stop Makoto from retrieving the phone from the other’s hold, careful to avoid as much of the aforementioned hand holding as possible; he didn’t want to give the wrong impression.

“Let’s see,” he moved to stand side by side with the other and held the phone in front of them, making sure that they both got a good view of it. “We’ll start out easy, okay? Closing and opening it is done in the same way, so you push the same two buttons to open–” and he demonstrated by pressing the center button, then the one with the asterisk from the bottom. Immediately, the screen of the phone flashed with color and a message popped up on it, notifying that the phone was now unlocked. “See? That’s how you unlock it and then, if you want to close it, you press the same buttons.”

“Ah...so to summarize how the invention of this human item came to be, the older models which require hand-to-item contact to make them work came first, and the ones able to summon via voice came after? Yes, yes...I understand of these summoning devices a little better now! That makes sense!” It was good to know his guess of matters had been somewhat correct, and the Dark Mage nodded in a small moment of glee.

Though the fact that he’d gotten the second part completely wrong was a damper on that enthusiasm. Oh, he’d been so sure that was what it had sounded like? Human interaction certainly never would be one of his ‘strong’ points! He holds the phone out carefully, though, unshaking in his chase for a explanation despite the mess-ups.

He observed carefully...it seemed like you poked at certain symbols on the strange summoning circle (more like a summoning ‘rectangle’ from the shape), that was how you activated the summoning object’s ‘energies’? It seemed you closed the energy flow off the same way. “Can you summon anyone with these? Like...people even from other realms? I should very much like to have a few words with those from my realm again!”

Oh, Schezo.... 

[darkmageknight]

Student and Teacher (Closed- Korekiyo)

[darkmageknight]

humanitysbeauty;:

✝ : there was so much to process in what simultaneously felt like such a short amount of time but also a lifetime. everything prior to this point was thought out so logically that this completely derailed him. there was too much to think out, too much to plan, too much to understand. every time he tried his brain would just turn to complete tv static. it was terribly overwhelming. after having two visitors, he was sure that’d be the end of it, and even then two was more than he thought would come. the town knew his true colors now. who would approach him from this point on? bonds and connections were never important to korekiyo, but as someone who studies humans, it is very difficult to do so when you cannot get near them. everything just seemed very hopeless. 

as he heard footsteps coming towards the room, he instinctively went to cover his hair. he didn’t want people to look at him like this. what people normally thought about his exterior never mattered, but his hair was his prized possession. without that, he felt wrong. yet, there was nothing he could use to cover his head unless he wanted to wrap the blanket around it. it was too late anyway. 

yet another surprise. someone he wasn’t expecting at all. a very peculiar man who he made his disciple after finding out his lack of human knowledge. it was an offer made lightheartedly, but it seems the other took it quite seriously. did he really make connections with all these people and he just had no idea? was he really that blind to emotion? 

all he could do was blink at the flowers. black roses. it fit his aesthetic perfectly. he’d been faking smiles for so long, that it should be easy to do the same again, but it was so, so hard. 

“you didn’t have to do that, but… thank you.” 

people were. so strange. yet so fascinating. 

Schezo blinked a moment - somewhat surprised. Yes, he’d heard on the news that whatever had happened was bad bad, so of course his teacher would have sustained some injuries - but he was so used to seeing the other with the longer hair, it was something he wasn’t used to, seeing the shorter hair? He was, at least, observant enough to see the vague attempts the other had made of hiding it before he’d come in, though.

Sighing, Schezo - without a moment’s hesitation - took his headband off. 

Suprisingly...he actually had somewhat wavy hair tucked under that thing. Was that why he wore it ALL the time and never took it off? Huh. The more you know? “There, now you don’t have to feel uneasy about me telling anyone, if you are uneasy of your hair’s current looks, teacher. After all, if I were to do it now, you could tell everyone that the ‘great Dark Swordsman of shadows, Schezo’ actually has abominably wavy hair in retaliation, so we’re even now.”

He paused to put his headband back on, then try and find a place to gently set the flowers, but the other speaking stopped him before he could put the flowers down.

“Do you not remember that promise of teaching me of humanity? I do! One should take care to support one’s teachers - granted, we do not know one another beyond that aspect, but I still wish to expand that support! Besides that first point, I am a mage who walks with blade in hand - and I have done so on such a many path alone that I know that having to go through hard times alone is not an ordeal anyone should have to face.”

A pause, before he gave a small, confident nod.

“I may not know of normal things most humans know, but I do know that much!”

His wording was, as always, bad in places, but his determination to bring less loneliness to someone was admirable, at least?

[darkmageknight]

Student and Teacher (Closed- Korekiyo)

With flowers given to the victim of what had happened: while Schezo knew that what his teacher had done was wrong - the fact still remained, the other was his teacher. Perhaps it was the ‘darkest’ thing of all, to want to visit both sides of the mess that had been all over the news: yet he wasn’t the type to simply abandon someone because of tainted hands. Goodness knows with how many mage’s powers he himself stole, his own hands would forever be ‘tainted’ like that.

Besides. ...In all honesty, to feel alone in the world, without a ‘friend’ to stand by you? He’d been alone in the Dark World for long enough to know it wasn’t a nice feeling. It had taken a good look around to find a flower shop that even sold artificial black roses, though, goodness. When he got his magic back, the first thin he was going to do was start a flower garden with more exotic flowers for people in this realm to use, bah.

Shaking off any complaints, the usual human procedure of signing in to the hospital...goodness, human procedures really were drawn-out and boring. Why the sheep bothered with them, Schezo had no idea at all. He supposed it might be their attempts to make this as ‘normal’ a city to those that came here as possible. Well, not that he had time to think over it.

Walking into the room which his teacher was in, Schezo held the bundle of black roses out as dramatically as one might expect from him.

“Teacher. I brought some flowers! You wear purple, like me, so black seems to really fit that colour aesthetic. Though...you do not seem to want visitors too much, and I apologize if I came at a bad time...”

He didn’t want to leave his teacher alone, though? Being alone...sucked, he knew.

[darkmageknight]

Everyone’s sharing twitters? sure, i’ll share too wheee heree

[darkmageknight]

burnelled;:

It starts off with an uneasy sensation, a somewhat numbing sensation following her like a shadow, and after what seems like hours, maybe days, and still the huntress can’t help but ask herself the same thing over and over again: ‘Where am I?’ This is not Venuz Patrol, and this isn’t her room back in Hummingbird either. More importantly, wherever this may be, how did she end up here? Despite how difficult focusing can be, in-between those brief streams of consciousness she notices it’s not as quiet as she first thought: there’s shuffling, somewhat familiar voices mumbling, the soft beeping of a machine not far from where she is—Yang can’t focus for too long, it’s almost as if something or someone doesn’t want her to realize what’s going on.

Giving in sounds about the right choice, resting up to her heart’s content, but how if she’s so uneasy? This perception of consciousness isn’t enough, and Yang decides that giving in is by far the stupidest option. She focused on moving her fingers, opening her eyes, talking — anything, really! It’s a shame that everything requires a lot more energy than she can afford. But Yang isn’t one to give up easily, she’s meant to burn to burn brighter than the others, to…

That’s right. She died, didn’t she?

Dead? Well, that didn’t fit well with Yang, but as the memories flooded right back in she realized that… this really happened. This place is a reflection of her naivety and lack of strength. This is… This isn’t anything new for Yang. This is a hospital. Previous life experiences should have given her the upper hand back then, but they didn’t, it’s almost as if she learned nothing from losing an arm. She just had to go and rush in, almost getting herself killed again, didn’t she? All because she couldn’t control another temper tantrum, like her dad called it. Emotion managing? That’s something she’ll have to learn now.

Her eyes stared up at the white ceiling, accepting her foolish actions whilst registering the big picture. Left hand ushered up for her throat only to be greeted with a neat bandage over where should be the scar, but most importantly, it seems like there’s a in her throat. 

Ah, there is a nurse, a sheep nurse but still one nevertheless. She’s fast in advising Yang to not pull out this breathing tube, after all that’s what has kept her alive the last few days. How great. But the cherry on the cake has got to be that someone detached her bionic arm away. ‘Medical procedures’ my ass, Yang couldn’t be any more miserable until she remembered what happened to her hair. This is just perfect.

Before she can even considers going back to sleep a letter is handed over by said sheep, dull lilac eyes exam the envelope, wondering if this is the best time to read it. Well, she might as well give it a try. Its content is touching and revolves around matters that the blonde haven’t given thought yet, such as rent and even psychological support! Stella City really isn’t so bad, it’s shame it’s people like her aggressor were allowed in however. She places the letter away.

All the struggle of waking up sure wasn’t worth it.

Of all the things Schezo expected to read about in the local sheep parchments of ‘news’ - to hear of people getting hurt was never something he had, considering how much power they had taken away from everyone. To think that a complete stranger should be found in the club like that - for that matter, Korekiyo, his’ teacher’, to be found at the same place? He, the Dark Mage who walked a solitary path: was bewildered by the actions of other humans, being separate from them for as long as he had.

Yet the fact remained there were complex feelings about this. A Dark Mage shouldn’t be burdened by weak emotions, and Schezo shook his head at himself for it - but serious things like this usually only happened in the ‘Dark World’. For it to happen to a human, in a place that should have been safe: it was something that shook even himself. He stepped out of the Castella Cafe, when the break was on. Perhaps a stranger as him had no right, to visit the hospital now, but.

Nobody deserved something like that. Even a Dark Mage as he thought so. Buying a small bunch of purple Hycaniths, with Star of Bethlehems also inside the bundle of flowers, he figured that being a Dark Mage and a master of stealth - he could sneak the flowers inside the hospital and leave them as a nice way to brighten the stranger’s day, and then sneak out into the shadows before anyone else noticed him! Huzzah!

....At least, that was the intention. The sheep all stared at his over-exaggerated sneaking motions when he’d outright asked which number the room was, baahing in either confusion or amusement - if the girl in the room DIDN’T see Schezo, they’d be surprised. He had the flowers in a jar, attempting to sneakily put them on a free spot inside the room, before being noticed...

Of course, purple and black stood out like a sore thumb in a white hospital, and that wasn’t even including his dramatic as frick sneaking.

(Schezo Wedgey, everyone. At least the dramatics might be somewhat amusing, maybe?)

[darkmageknight]

foxyjiji;:

As much as he really does hate to admit it, sometimes dealing with Ranpo can get exhausting. Surely, now that he is older, he could throw him into a river just to watch him flounder for a moment - and then promptly retrieve him. That last part makes the imagery feel a little less worth it to act out though. More trouble, ultimately. 

But that is why he’s found himself a quiet place to perch and rest, not far from the fairy fountain (it was the sound of the water that spurred his previous thought after all). A few moments of peace - moments he’d like to turn into minutes, or maybe even hours, but a certain 24 year old child needs to be force fed normal people’s food. He was used to it, but he does wish Ranpo would by will eat something not sweet, even if it were just one appropriate meal a day. 

He lets out a hefty sigh, mildly uncharacteristic if he had known someone was paying attention to him. 

Truth be told, Schezo knew that what he was currently doing was abominable and horrid (at least for a ‘DARK’ mage to do) - but the fact of the matter was that he simply couldn’t help it. Don’t get him wrong, he was okay with his living arrangements: but it’d be really nice to have a cute pet to come home to after a day’s training or observing the humans here in their tasks. The question was, which one? There were so many cute animals: he didn’t want an animal that’d get upset about him adventuring all day. He hadn’t decided, but still wanted to pet and snuggle a cute animal.

So it was that he was shamelessly showering one of the animals of the city (a very fuzzy looking grey cat) with affection, hiding near the fairy fountain. A scandalous affair, for dark mages did not normally show such ‘weak emotions’. (Cute animals were the one thing he willingly allowed to slip past his ‘dark mage’ mask though.)

“Eee hee hee! You’re so fluffy. I want to snuggle your fluff close.”

Yet, his gleeful laughter to himself was cut short at hearing a sigh near the fountain - the cat he had been patting meowing in curiosity.

Ack! If a stranger saw this...no doubt they’d mock him for showing such ‘weakness’ in public, and he stayed behind the fountain with the cat, hoping the stranger he’d heard didn’t come this way.

“N-nobody’s here! The voices and cat noises are all in your imagination!!”

...Yeah, trying to make it sound like HIS loud voice was a figment of imagination? Schezo had panicked and done a silly thing, honestly. To be fair, he didn’t understand how human interaction worked that well, so?