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Send “Examine!” and an item or person and I’ll write an RPG description of it/them.
topheavybrawler:
(For example, a stormtrooper mask:
“A white mask with a black visor on the front. Putting it on, you realise that the visor isn’t even transparent. How are you expected to do anything competently like this?”)
Soft
{ ❤ } -The first snowfall he’d ever seen was unforgettably beautiful.
{ ❤ } -At the time, Scarlet had pretended that the sight was nothing, perhaps it was his pride, not wanting to seem like a child to Mr. Hamelin when the older of the two was already quietly watching him with amusement… but hiding what was practically sparkles in his eyes was impossible.
{ ❤ } -It covered every nook and cranny like a white blanket, as flakes continued to drift their way down… Town square is serene- he can imagine the children all cozy by the heat of a fire in their homes, their parents gathered with them, laughter and chatter in a way different from what he’d overhear with his usual bouts in the streets. What tales are being taught, told, spoken, with warmth he wonders as he continues to live in the moment. Each breath he breathes, visible, frosting the window, is filled with awe, slow, in, out, in, out… and no words take up his energy, for he simply has nothing to say- only wanting to savor this moment, treasure it, so that, regardless of time, the gentle peace he feels now may never fade.
{ ❤ } - These sights, they’re the very same that the duo, or least one half of it, had been working so hard for. If things could be like this every day, then he could take more minutes to settle down and appreciate the quiet moments…
{ ❤ } - But though his usual days are spent with every second, every minute worrying, running, rushing about to take care of work left undone by Mr. Hamelin, and matters caused by the troublesome duo… He doesn’t hate it one bit. Though it’s tiring, as long.. as long as it may grant the days like this, even if just one in a while, it makes it worth every day of hard work, exhaustion, and struggle worth it, for.. for he loves this town very much, and each day, he seems to find more, and more reasons to love it… He’s ready to learn, along side Mr. Hamelin, he’s ready to take on the world. To use his hands for friendship, instead of violence… he’s ready.
{ ❤ } - But things change, like seasons, they can’t stay the way they are forever, but rather only a period of time before things must go, and new beginnings come to flourish. Goodbyes are said, and sometimes, somethings are left without answers, and he’s filled with questions, but what.. what’s important are the greetings from here on out...
{ ❤ } - The very first spring he’d watched with her was unforgettably beautiful.
{ ❤ } - By now, the snow that layered the town once every year had melted, and situations have changed… But like a bud that had just began to grow, a new someone had entered his life, ready to blossom like a daisy stretching towards the sun.
{ ❤ } - “Scarlet-kun..! Look..!”
{ ❤ } - She smiles to him, linking arms with him as she points to the trees that had began to blow their pink petals into the wind, covering the town’s tiles as they take a walk together. The air around them is lively, filled with energy as the young children run by them, excited to experience everything the first day of the new season has for them to offer, time is ticking quickly for them but... but not for Scarlet.
{ ❤ } - No, even when things are spastic, loud, and not at all quiet like the winters he’s seen, somehow, when she’s right there next to him... Scarlet can still find himself living in the moment, noticing the little things that make it peaceful even when there’s so, so much excitement, bustling, rustling around him.
{ ❤ } - His worries, when she’s here, is just like the winter to spring transitions, they melt off like the snow that acts like weights on a twig, and he, like a tree, is able to grow up right once again with branches that reach out as far as they can. He may have been struggling at times, but he can still grow, even without the mentor he’d looked up to, he can still learn... even when his leaves fall and drift to the ground, they’ll grow back, prettier than ever.
{ ❤ } - Letting himself settle in the moments with Fuka, allowing him the time to breathe, he’s sure that he’ll manage, together with her, he can’t let himself give up, nor be blinded by the troubles that cloud his vision... because winter will always melt into a beautiful spring. No matter how much he thinks of the day in winter, and how nice they might be, and how much he wishes for them to return, they’ll only weigh his branches so... he’ll learn to welcome the spring, happily.
Paint + Imagination
She smells a light, salty breeze. Before her spans a vast blue, clear and endless. It’s so pretty, this cerulean, so she runs her fingers through it, the thin coverup over the swimsuit she wears not reaching her bare legs, so the tiny, grains of sand move under her and cling.
So she pushes and packs those small pieces into conglomerate mounds. A castle… no, that’s too big. Even just a small cottage is enough. Something even two people can enjoy… but no, no, no, it has to be a bit bigger. There are guests to house, family that’s always welcome! Carefully, her fingers move, painting plans in the moist ground.
There’s a crunch behind her, but as the pulsing of the water slowly moves back and forth, a rhythm that causes her to take interest in wading just a bit more in. But she must wait, the relaxation pulling her into patience. Every inch of the adventure must be experienced under the promise of a fulfilled dream. And that’s why the sudden noise doesn’t scare her. She knows who it is. The one closest to her, the one she owes her life to, simply because he’d given her sweet, safe memories, simply because she enjoys his company and trusts him so dearly.
Turning around, her heart swells, she waves, smiles, and her companion can’t meet her eyes.
“Aren’t you happy? Isn’t it really pretty? It’s just like I dreamed it would be, don’t you agree, Scar-”
But she stirs. Awakens. Perhaps it’s too soon, but even with the slightest wave of sadness that washes over her, she’s still… happy. That place, it’s something she may not be able to ever experience, truly. Her hosts are bound by responsibility to stay within the close confines of the town and she… she feels like, somehow, these same traits apply to her.
Not that she wants to see a place like that without him anyway.
There are lakes, wide, that could replicate even the smallest of inklings of the wonders of that place… the ocean… that’s what the books called it too. Somehow, deep down, she thinks, she’s always wanted to see a sight like that. Oh, but, what to do?
Should she use those art supplies that she was given, in order to occupy her time when books weren’t enough, when she wanted to save that for when Scarlet returned home from his patrols? This is something they are meant for, is that not right? Even though it would be fun to draw and chatter about the day with her hosts, she isn’t sure they would quite enjoy so and… this can no longer wait.
Before the dream becomes fleeting, she retrieves her supplies and her journal, quickly writing down all the feelings and details she can put words to within it before she sits down. Her face is drawn serious, her motivation unwavering to sketch this out.
The ocean… the way the water moved slowly… it was so serene… Just like the books Scarlet-kun and I have read about it said it would be.
Those books always sounded like mere travel’s tales, fantasies thrown together to add satisfaction to their widely traveled lives. But they fasicinate Fuka, who has no memories to her name except for the ones she’s made here. They stimulate the imagination, and who lies beyond the plains, the forest, the bounds that the residents here cannot find themselves released from.
What Fuka creates here is a manifestation of that curiosity, a painting of a sight unseen, only of what she imagines it to be. It’s a place she can share a dream of being with those important to her. Perhaps it’s childish, a waste of time, or anything of those sort of negative thoughts, but for Fuka, it’s a fun mystery.
Unspoken on her talents but… they’re on this too, her and Scarlet, she wanted to be accurate. It fills the picture, illustrates the whole scene. That’s the way it’s meant to be, her thoughts thoroughly circle that idea and she lets out a light laugh. She’s happy.
Her eyes light up when she hears the door of the manor swing open and shut, and she moves quickly to greet him, since he’s here now. Just another part of the routine. What isn’t, of course, are the paint stains on her hands and the hem of her skirt, but that’s not too important to her, at all.
“Welcome home, Scarlet-kun!” She says, beaming as she holds up the art, “I dreamt while taking a small nap and…”
Maybe… Fuka decides, she’ll ask Scarlet if they can find a lake shore to go to on a Sunday.
//Welcome to anyone who’s recently joined ozmafia rp! My activity is spotty because I own... a lot... of other blogs... but I hope we get the chance to write together..!
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ABOUT | RULES
Devotion
{ ❤ } - Mr. Hamelin had taught Scarlet everything he valued. Not to take up arms, no, but to take up the hands in friendship, that would be the way to peace. His curiosity of the world piqued by everything new to his eyes, and Mr. Hamelin, past all of the teasing, would be eager to help him learn about the world he was going to protect with every bit of power he can muster up. He may carry a small frame, but the love he carries for this town is enough to push him forward.
{ ❤ } - That kind of reality would the nicest of all, for him and for everyone. Some may call it bland, but these days are a precious gift to him. It’s so, so much more relaxing to hear laughter, and the rustle and bustle of every day lives where they have time to do those things instead of hiding within the comfort of their homes as explosives are set off close by. He only gets to sample that time during festivities, Sundays, and the mornings alone- but to have a world where that Sunday’s law could apply to everyday.. he wants to work towards that. Unfortunately, he knows that it takes a lot time, a lot of effort, but even so he’s still willing to put his all for it. He loves this world after all.
{ ❤ } - In the end, it’s the world that blessed him with the girl that he eventually would come to love.
{ ❤ } - “Scarlet, you always seem like you’re tiring yourself out… I know you have a lot to do, but…”
{ ❤ } - “I work so hard so that, one day, everyone can live peacefully. I don’t know if I can do it alone, but I’ll try.” There’s probably a twist of irony somewhere along the lines, the Grimm Famiglia was notorious for Hansel and Gretel seek terror and pain to the other families, of course, for good reason. “Fuka, is there anything that you love about the town? Specifically, I mean.”
{ ❤ } -“Oh..! Well, Mr. Caramia and everyone are really nice, and the festivals are so much fun! Hm… But my favourite thing is… talking to you every Sunday, Scarlet..!” She says eagerly, clasping his hands, a bright smile present on her lips.
{ ❤ } -“Huh..? I would’ve thought they would be boring for you, I’ve never been sociable… but I feel the same. These moments are also… why I work so hard. I want to protect them, so we can keep talking in the future- if you’re okay with it.”
{ ❤ } - “Of course! Scarlet, could we make a promise? Let’s both do our best so we can keep talking like this, always!” Fuka extends a pinkie to him. She wasn’t exactly sure if this was the way to seal a promise, but after hearing about one, it seemed right.
{ ❤ } - After a few seconds of thought, Scarlet nods his head, extending his pinkie and linking it with hers. Days like this were such a joy, even without the promise, he would be working hard towards the unspoken goal. Knowing that Fuka holds the same ideals as he does, however, make him very happy.
{ ❤ } - A promise is a promise, from the bottom of his heart he never meant to break their bond. But agony spreads from limb to limb, his hands, his clothes stained with blood, his own, no less. He lays in the grass, alone, his offender deciding to leave him bleed to his wistful ‘happily ever after’.
{ ❤ } - This world that never listened to his dreams, this world that had put him through rough and rougher, disturbing every moment of his happy life, this world that had been cruel enough to finally give him peace through a girl he came to love but would never come to express it due to loyalties, will always be the world that he loves, through thick and thin.
{ ❤ } - “Fuka, I…” The Ozes… they’ll probably be fine through all of this, won’t they… though he’s not completely sure, perhaps they’ve already fallen. But as he’s drifting, he has no choice but to put out his last hopes, “Fuka… please.. carry on our wishes..” So that peaceful days may come. So that the silence wouldn’t have disappeared as quickly as his life had... that would make him very happy.
“I feel bad for killing it, but it’s just one flower. I’d like you to have it, if you want it.”
I finished Scarlet’s route! ;v;
spinning stars;
yaguratamashii:
Why, they are pals, right? After all, this is how friends can really be! They have fun with each other! That’s Soh’s view on the subject at least. He really does like talking to Scarlet, even if the feeling is perhaps not quite so properly mutual. Soh’s very supportive of Scarlet’s feelings toward Fuka, regardless of how the actual volume of them is. Friends tease friends; well, that’s how Soh is as a friend. May as well live this world at its fullest!
Sca-sca’s become more readable lately. Fuka’s really helping him express himself! Soh thinks as he’s able to observe every last worry on Scarlet’s face, every last feeling in his features, plan as day. Snipers are supposed to be calm, but up a facade, but Soh thinks Scarlet’s always had a pouty and serious expression that couldn’t have been healthy, so it’s good that it’s melting down more!
Regardless of if Scarlet wants to leave soon, Soh will be there to last out every moment he has left of Scarlet’s attention in this day. These stars will keep spinning, even after Scarlet leaves, these emotions will keep stirring. Soh’s merely cooked up a meal to satisfy their needs for growing.
Well, that or he just really wants to have fun. Honestly, it’s likely a hearty medley of the two.
Soh keeps ‘searching’ carefully timing his comments in Fuka’s voice to not arise the heights of Scarlet’s suspicion. Scarlet has always been a cautious guy, so he has to have caught on by now. But Soh’s already gotten an excellent reaction, so being caught won’t be the end of the world. What will Scarlet try is the question.
“Sca-Sca!” he calls in his natural voice, “I don’t see Fuka on this part, but I’ll try this other side as well. If you’re so sure she’s around here, then she has to be over there!” He smiles, laughing lightly, trying to see if that would quell Scarlet’s suspicious nerves at little.
However, Soh isn’t perfect, so he doesn’t realize the angle he’s walked himself into might make him more apt for being caught. It’s bound to happen, because even if he knows the area of his shop perfectly, he isn’t positive of how Scarlet knows it. That’s how it appears to onlookers, but Soh’s very good at masking what his actual intentions are. Still, hearing comes into play, but he’ll play the game as he is known.
“Scarlet-kun!” He calls, again. Fuka’s voice really is a snap to get down.
{ ❤ } - However... Just because they can be like this doesn’t mean they should be like this. It was obvious Soh was having fun, but Scarlet wasn’t! If Soh is causing this much terror, maybe he’s suppose to be considered an enemy-- But perhaps that’s going too far. In actuality, of course, perhaps he really did habour ‘those kinds of feelings’ for Fuka and maybe he should actually sit Soh down and ask one day, he still wasn’t quite sure of how he felt.
{ ❤ } - Fuka was such a soft light in the darkness of their violence driven town, after all, there was... simply too much about her that he would fall in love with. Even with her mistakes, and slip ups, she tried her best, and by her side, he would be happy to slip by as they always had been- but together... W-wait, what was he thinking?! Now’s not the time for that. Right now, he had a mystery to unfold.
{ ❤ } - He may not be the type to place wishes on the star, but boy, did he wish that he was able to keep that cool exterior! It felt... vulnerable and embarrassing to have it all just out there, showing the world when he felt happy or anxious and so on. But even while trying he just couldn’t get his face to look completely stern.
{ ❤ } - That’s it..! Whatever is going on, whatever cruel joke this is, playing with the strings on his heart- He’s had enough, it was time to crack down this case. The game was going to over and done with, and Scarlet wanted to know just what was going on behind the scenes. There was no way Ms. Fuka would stay hidden for so long, and it was far too cheerful for it to be some kind of call for help. Pouring the rest of his drink into his mouth, he slams the cup onto the table, standing up and barking for the store owner. “Soh-!”
{ ❤ } - A sharp inhale stops him in his tracks and “Ghk-!!”
{ ❤ } - The poor boy begins... to choke, on the drink. The very same drink that he’d intended to use as he’d intended to calm his nerves, is causing him to choke. He throws his hands to his throat. Why now, when he’d finally decided to find the end of this charade. Basically coughing his lungs up, he... his sheer will picks himself off the ground. He will find the end of this. Being part of the ruling class means that this small incident will most certainly not be the end of him.
O Z M A F I A ★ S C A R L E T
your eyes were so kind why are they so cold now?
❛❛Just stay a little longer. Please.❜❜
{ ❤ } - A slip, a fall, a tumble, those were the things that brought them to the place they are, not safe in their respective homes, but out in a clearing of the forest. If he… If Scarlet kept a closer eye on her, then maybe they wouldn’t be here. His leg wouldn’t be throbbing, or stiff.
{ ❤ } - With Ms. Fuka resting under his cloak, Scarlet tends to the small fire. His thoughts are all that’s left to keep him company at the moment, and he can’t help but remember his ventures into these very same forests by the side of an important person. When a wolf had come close, striking fear into the young boy, yet none into the mentor, the gap in their levels of experience so drastically clear. At that time, his world was still in the shadows, with new topics having light fall upon them one by one, some left unknown because he was supposedly ‘too young.’ He was so eager to learn everything he could from the words and guidance spoken by him.
{ ❤ } - But he is no longer here, no, because of an incident, or as Scarlet wishes to believe, accident, that changed the direction, formation of their paths to form a fork in the road. Oh, how he regrets trying to rush the knowledge he was to learn when time was on his side, but now, now he may continue to carry the name of caporegime but he’s forced to essentially take on position of the don. He’s not ready, nor does he know enough, he needs to learn quicker, mature faster, and yet part of him yearns to return to peaceful days where those expectations did not lay on him, instead, he’s told to act like a child, to enjoy the days as they are.
{ ❤ } - How is that person? He asks himself, knowing that they look up at the same star speckled sky. Do the wishes they hold back from the stars to carry out themselves still remain the same, is peace still their goal? Can he… can he achieve such a thing when his leader is absent? His mind is swirling, doubting, and he hears voices too familiar for his comfort, disrupted by the occasional snore or fire crackle that don’t fully disturb the noises- his limbs feel heavy, again, as if he’s sinking when there’s nothing to sink in, weighted by everything yet nothing-
{ ❤ } -Until a gentle touch lays on his shoulder. And the warmth from the tips of her fingers meets his cold shoulder. Rooting his mind back into reality, and when his sleeve is tugged, and a sleepy, small voice calls pipes up, earning his gaze to shift from the fire to her eyes, half lidded, yet slightly struck with fear.
{ ❤ } -“Scarlet…” She tugs on his sleeve again. “Uhm… are you going to sleep soon? It’s not good to be staying up so late, right? You said so yourself…”
{ ❤ } -“I will… Are you okay? You look afraid; did you have a nightmare?”
{ ❤ } -A shocked expression that crossed her face for only seconds, before nodding hesitantly. Ms. Fuka always had been so animated, alive, and expressive. And something about her… the way her hair bounces when she skips, or the way the fabric flutters by her feet with each step, something in the way she moves, the way she smiles, tells him… everything will be okay. And maybe for once, he can let himself loose, for mere moments or more, and things would still be okay. He was fine the way he was, he was doing enough, and what he does would be recognized. He… he was reliable, and there are people who are relying on him. And it mattered- to someone.
{ ❤ } - Yes, if he were more cautious of her, maybe they wouldn’t be here… but it really is fun for him. Though he may be awkward, or not very sociable, this was… fun.
{ ❤ } -Putting out the fire, he throws the cloak overtop of the two of them. The grass isn’t the most comfortable bed in the world, but the warmth they share under the mantle still add a sense of home to the scene. Especially, once her fingers loop through his for the excuse that she, probably, wouldn’t have any more nightmares if they did this. As embarrassing as the request is, he complies, asking how long she intends for the two of them to do this.
{ ❤ } -“Just… just stay like this a little longer, please..! Until I fall asleep again…”
{ ❤ } - Not knowing what he could possible say, he gives a reassuring squeeze to her hand, closing his eyes, and drifting off to a light sleep before her, not realizing just how calm his mind had become after the girl had come into view, held his hand- did she really have a nightmare? Was it all an act because she detected his tension? His anxieties, and stress? Knowing that he wouldn’t have listened to the request without a reason? Either way, if he’d noticed, he’d be sure that Ms. Fuka is really quite magical, in her own little ways.
{ ❤ } - “Good night, Ms. Fuka.”
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don--uts replied to your post: { ❤ } - “Flame..? Cowgirl..? What kind of...
OOC; OH MY GOD, poor Scarlet ;; There, there, sweet babe, cover your ears ;;;
{ ❤ } - “Mr. Hamelin is really a handful, thank you taking good care of him. Even if he says nothing but strange things like this...” If only that enthusiasm towards being weird was put into his work instead.
{ ❤ } - “Flame..? Cowgirl..? What kind of position is he talking about..? Mr. Hamelin is saying some pretty strange things...” Scarlet... doesn’t really want to know what this stuff could mean, even he’s a mature adult... Some gut feeling seems to remind him of the salon run by Mr. Dorian.
