♛ i am king—

"The right to use my friend as a weapon. That is the sinful crown I shall adorn." [[ independent rp blog for shu ouma from guilty crown ]]

[swordshapedheart]

Shu. 

There were so many things Inori wanted to ask of him but couldn’t. Her mind wouldn’t allow her mouth to move or say anything that might be too rash or otherwise pointless. Too many thoughts zipped through that mind of hers, but hardly anything was put into words. 

“Shu,” She finally mumbled, her soft pink lips forming an “o” shape at the last syllable of his name. She pondered for a moment how to approach him in a decent and seemingly innocent manner; she’d hate too scare him off by confessing her innermost feelings. 

“Why didn’t you answer my calls?” She inquired, hoping the question wasn’t too much of a burden. She didn’t mind, to be honest. It would have been nice to know where he’d run off to, but all-in-all, as long as he came back to her, she was fine. Still, if nothing was said, the conversation would drop, and Inori didn’t want him to become uninterested. 

“It’s okay,” She continued, not giving him a chance to properly answer. “I don’t mind, I was just curious.” Her words seemed a bit distant as she backed up a bit, feeling guilty that her approach might have come off as “creepy.” She was starting to scare herself. 

[mysinfulcrown]

As soon as he restarted his motor skills, the adolescent momentarily averted his eyes from the dreamlike hues of his companion to reorganize his thoughts. Hesitantly, he approached the girl. Something appeared to be amiss about her, but it could have just been fatigue from the rapid succession of recent events -- hardly anyone had been given time to rest, both himself and her included.

Just as he was about to open his mouth--

“Why didn’t you answer my calls?”

...

He froze, a nostalgic image briefly surfacing in his mind, though it was hazy and had to make out. However, it seemed to be of a young girl donned in warm, winter clothing -- the fur-hemmed coat she wore was the most notable -- standing fairly close to him. Pink hair cascaded down on either side of her face, emphasizing the roundness of her rosy cheeks, and her lips were partially twisted into a shape of a pout and something more sinister.

'Hey, Shu. You won't leave me alone, right?'

Instinctively, his first impulse was to chime in agreement, but something stopped it -- something interrupted whatever wanted to surface next.

[swordshapedheart]

mysinfulcrown started following you.

Inori glanced up at Shu with sparkling crimson orbs. Her heart fluttered in her chest as she moved closer, hoping to get a feel of his warm, soft skin. She couldn’t explain it; the feelings she’d been hoarding away for the brunette were overwhelming, yet they’d become so tangled up inside her chest, she could no longer understand what anything meant. Do I love him? She wondered, continuing to stare blankly at his boyish features without muttering a word. Or is this fake? Gai would know, wouldn’t he? 

“Shu,” She mumbled softly, placing her hands up to her chest and wondering if he could return the affection she was dying to give out. 

[mysinfulcrown]

--!

He was taken aback by someone abruptly addressing him. He had temporarily secluded himself from talking to people in general for the sake of cooling his head off about certain things that were occupying too much of his thoughts.

"Eh--?" Upon turning his head, he was greeted by a large pair of rubies. 

Inori.

As per usual, anything else he had the mental capacity to say disappeared instantaneously the moment he made eye contact with Inori, and it was always at least ten times worse when her eyes were devoid of any and all emotion. The lack of emotion gave her a surreal aura, complementing her flawless complexion perfectly.

He swallowed, unable to erase the clearly nervous look written all over his own visage.

[swordshapedheart]

-screams eternally- 

A Shu roleplayer followed me. What the hell do I do?

Should I post a starter or…? 

-is really nervous about messing up-

[mysinfulcrown]

(( I'm probABLY SCREAMING JUST AS MUCH AS YOU--

I haven't followed anyone on an independent account in 5891389213 years and my pent-up nervousness is unleashing itself all at once.

Hello I am the mun of Shu and I'm a huge mess.

You can post a starter if you want~! ))

[mysinfulcrown]

This blog will no longer be affiliated with Bethlehem Royal.

I will be making this an independent rp blog, so--

Feel free to unfollow!

[mysinfulcrown]

Ahhh I'm really sorry for being a horrible rper who randomly disappears and doesn't reply to threads for long periods of time, but I'm back now--

I'll definitely have an open up as soon as possible for anyone who wants to rp with Shu!

[mysinfulcrown]

01. || ILLNESS

[need-to-pee-deactivated20121202]

It wasn’t like she wasn’t taking this issue seriously.

Not at all, she knew, as she ran around the halls of the hospital, covering absolutely every nook and cranny.

Alright, maybe a little.

She sprinted from one side of this hall to the other side of that hall while her equally as energetic pup, if not more, ran after her. Silly games like tag were Alice’s only comfort at this point and right when her and Zeke began to play together, it was like home again. Zeke was ‘it,’ and even the absentminded Alice could tell that he was an absurdly skilled runner, aside from the fact that he was a dog and dogs ran faster than most humans. So she had known from the start that he would end up winning, but it was still fun anyways. For a while.

“Zeke, maybe we should go back to that room that we’re supposed to stay in… it’s getting pretty late, don’t you think?” She murmured, staring out a now dark window as they were sitting against a wall, taking a break from all of the running. Zeke barked in response.

She perceived it as agreement, so she stood up with him immediately hopping into her arms. She was about to begin heading towards their room, but that was the problem.

Where was the room?

She panicked, ran around everywhere. She opened people’s doors and saw things that were not meant for her eyes, but had eventually opened a door to find one just, simple-looking person there. As much as she hated asking for other people’s help, she reluctantly did so with as much of an unbiased attitude as she could.

“We’re gonna need your help.” She simply stated, Zeke barking after she had finished.

[mysinfulcrown]

Shu’s time at the hospital could hardly be considered productive — if one could even be productive as a patient — with his alternating between staring out windows and somewhat moping in his room. Being put through so many events with barely any cool-down time, he deserved some sulking time, didn’t he? It was tiring putting up a brave front so that he wouldn’t let his friends down. He was tired. And so, he found himself back in his room after a few minutes, face buried in the blindingly white sheets of his bed.

A creak, however, disturbed him from further immersion into his fatigue. His roommate, perhaps? Cracking an eye open, deep red hues lazily rolled to focus on the figure standing by the door — a girl? -- as the teenager pushed himself up into a more polite position for a stranger. Co-ed rooming wasn't something he had looked forward to. As for why he hadn't considered this before -- well, even he didn't know the answer himself. But the expression on the newcomer's face hinted she didn't quite belong there. Never mind the co-ed possibility then.

Was she lost?

"Can I hel--"

His mumble was cut off by the pink-haired girl's call for assistance. He blinked a few times, caught off guard for the second time by this person. Rising to his feet and straightening out his clothes, he approached her mechanically, not accounting for stranger-danger possibilities. She seemed harmless enough; insanity and pet-owning weren't compatible.

"I'm not sure how I can help, but I don't mind trying--" He needed some distractions from his thoughts anyway. Eyes traveling down to the canine in her arms, he gave a soft smile.

"Hey there, little guy."

[mysinfulcrown]

01. || ILLNESS

Large-scale quarantines like these were never bound to last -- experience told him so. There were always people out to rebel once a sliver of the truth was out, and it had, Shu presumed, long since been the case since the founding of the hospital. Evidence of the patients' pent up frustrations could be found anywhere and by anyone; they didn't even have to try. As such, some type of order must be established in an environment ready to burst. In most cases, fear served as a sufficient suppressor.

But it was different here. Everyone, no matter how strong, were weaklings before the hospital staff. Toying with their patients' emotions under the pretense of 'treatment' wasn't something medical persons should be practicing if their true intentions were to cure rather than to discover.

"That's the sixth one..."

His observation was but a soft mumble, not meant for anyone's ears but his own, as he gazed off in the direction of two quarreling men through a window situated on the wall across from the door to his room. From what Shu gathered, one of them had insulted the other. Unfortunately, both of them were violent individuals. Since his arrival, events like these have repeated over and over. This one was, well, the sixth.

In any case, it was clear to the boy his primary objective for now was to avoid trouble. It certainly wasn't something Gai would do, but he was slowly beginning to accept he couldn't use his deceased friend as an example anymore -- especially when he had to start from scratch, without any of his friends with him this time. It was truly a frightening thought, and it was one that drove him to his knees once again.

"How did it end up like this...?"

The question haunting him for the umpteenth time over the past two days resurfaced. He had no illness that could be cured in some shady hospital that was far too different from what he was used to. Why was he even here?

[mysinfulcrown]

I'm going to be using this blog for another mfrp (Bethlehem Royal). If anyone is still following me and aren't in BR, you should definitely unfollow lest there be irrelevant spam on your dash!

[mysinfulcrown]

01. || intro

[whatisadoor-blog]

What the fuck is wrong with this brat?

Break looked at the boy with much distaste as he was finally close to snapping in utter annoyance. So this was the prize of leaving Emily alone back in his dorm room? The last thing he knew was that he didn’t want to snap into a fucking brat in the middle of a school hallway because he might as well lose his job. And what was he whining about again? Something about what he said moments ago? Well, fuck that, it was the truth anyway. Of course, for someone like him who only lives for the sake of himself, anything that this boy had said is idiotic.

“Nonsense.” He suddenly blurted out, face facing down while his arms were both wrapped all around him. He was shaking, badly. As the albino recovered from his current state, he lifted his head up once again to face the boy whose back was facing him now. “You put too much value on that.”

Break stared at his back, hard, so hard that it’s as though he was burning holes right through his poor young body. What was he doing? Oh god, fighting with another young boy? Wasn’t the Vessalius brat enough? People really has no such thing as brain! Where did their brains go?

“What can you do~? I, an old fool myself, has committed lots of sins already, bigger and even worst ones. Using a friend can be considered a sin? Don’t make me laugh, brat. I was already dethroned…long ago.” When I failed to protect the people I gave my life for. Second by second, minute by minute, Break was starting to lose his patience already, and this was not a good sign at all.

Why did he even leave Emily when he actually needed her?

“You’re only making a fool out of yourself if that’s the case. People will always betray you, use you, abandon you, leave you and hurt you. It’s the reality of life, the reality of everything. Stop living in the kind of belief you have for that belief will drive you to your own grave itself.”

It was his first time snapping into a younger fellow on a school ground, well he usually snaps at people when he gets so tied up and busy with the paper works he does when Reim doesn’t accept them back in Pandora. Was it fine in the first place? He was a guidance counselor, he was suppose to help the students here, not to make any sort of unnecessary comments and word throwing. But there is only a thing that was sure of him, Break didn’t like this brat either.

The feeling was mutual.

The albino’s gaze still didn’t falter, he was still looking at the young boy with his red eye, but now, his lips were starting to curve a sly smile on them.

“Don’t get lost yourself in here, mister Ouma~ Never let your guards down~! I will always be watching you.”

[mysinfulcrown]

Leaving was always an option, and it was one he always resorted to when it came to an actual argument of values. It was far too wrong to hear someone older than one ramble about selfish ideology. It wasn't right, and it wasn't a way to live. Yet, it wasn't exactly the adolescent's place to speak out against someone who sounded so certain about their views. There must have been something that had molded those ideas, some event or whatnot. But again, it was not his place to pry into other people's personal lives either. If they wanted to tell him, it would be a different situation.

Ask him, Shu.

He stopped, confusion coloring his expression while the forearm of his amputated limb rested against the wall as his left hand unclenched from its tight fist. That voice. She always had a knack for looking into his heart, past the confusion and emotional waves that clouded his reasoning when he couldn't do so himself. Even if she was gone, he still had a piece of her in his heart, didn't he? Those memories weren't etched into his mind for nothing.

"I've been betrayed, used, abandoned, left behind, and hurt -- and by people who claimed to be my friends, nonetheless. But it was those very same people that I used and hurt; the people I let down. I would have driven them to their graves with my right hand."

"Let me ask you something before I go" -- his voice dropped down to a lower volume as he tried to restrain his personal feelings; everyone has a different story, right? -- "if you were dethroned a long time ago, have you done something about it? Or is using people, not even considering them your friends, actually working for you?"

Yes or no questions, nothing prompting for a deeper divulgence into the other's personal feelings. Shu wasn't entirely sure if he could bear listening at the moment anyway, not with his emotional state in a somewhat restless condition.

[passingoutdrunkinalleyways-deac]

001 Why is the rum gone?

There was a sigh and mumble as the brunette stretched her arms, feeling a bit stiff after stepping off the bus that got her here. Cana put her hands on her hips as she surveyed the wide campus, a smile on her face.

“So this is Tancho Academy, huh? Bigger than I expected!”

Cana picked her bags off the ground and walked forward, thankfully she had packed light. One bag full of clothes, the other full of essentials and her cards. She was told she was able to bring her card with her, so it made her more comfortable knowing she could defend herself or practice her magic.

There was a bottle of alcohol tucked in there too, since she wasn’t sure if the school had any! She could never go a full day without having a good drink, no matter what the teachers said. It probably wouldn’t look good on her record if she was found passed out drunk, though….so not too much overindulging on her part for the time being, even if it was disappointing.

She took a deep breath, grinning at the smell of freshly cut grass and the amount of people around. She hoped they were friendly, Cana was looking forward to meeting some interesting people. If not, well…. she could handle herself, she had nothing to worry about! Or so she thought.

Suddenly, she pitched forward. While she had been lost in her thoughts, she had accidentally tripped on a crack in the concrete. She hit the ground and gave a small muffled curse as the bag filled with necessities opened and the cards splayed across the path.

She got up and rubbed her head as she sighed, looking at the mess. She began to gather them up, but looked up once someone stepped on one of them.

“Hey, sorry, but could you get off that? I kind of need it.”

[mysinfulcrown]

They had handed him a schedule, and were about to leave him on his own. But it would be utterly impossible for him to read anything as he is now. To his chocolate brown optics, the slip of paper was the same as everything else: dark and full of mystery. Presumably, the expression on his face had signaled to the worker that verbal directions were much more beneficial to the new student as opposed to room numbers on a page.

Carrying those directions in his memory, the youth had managed to guide himself in the right direction -- at least he hoped it was the right direction -- until he guided himself right into the middle of someone's belongings, with his foot over something... slippery, almost? In any case, it would be best to pick it up and return in to whoever had been tugged down by gravity.

“Hey, sorry, but could you get off that? I kind of need it.”

"Ah-- I'm sorry. Here."

He reached down, picking up the object he felt under his foot. It was thin and lightweight, yet firmly flexible all the same. A card of some sort, maybe? Extending his left arm towards the sound of the female's voice, palm facing upward with the item resting on top of it, he tugged his sleeve over his right hand as much as possible. Perhaps it would be in his best interests to invest in a pair of gloves--

But what for? It wasn't as if he were ashamed of his past. No, he just wanted to keep a part of his memories for himself for the time being, even if it was a bit selfish of him to do. A bit of time, a bit of space, and he would be able to wrap his mind around things eventually.

[mysinfulcrown]

01. || intro

[whatisadoor-blog]

Break let out a small laughter at the boy’s bluntness. Surely, from those of he had already encountered in this establishment, this boy was not like them. “Being disrespectful isn’t really much of a matter to me~ In the end, we’ll just end up using each other anyway~!” Free advice from the Guidance Counselor Break 101. Sure enough, when meeting with someone, Break really clears off any kind of confusion and hope to whether some happening would develop someone a friendship with him. He doesn’t need that, he only needs to use you just like you’ll just be using him.

When he finished laughing, he can’t help but keep an amused smile on his face while toying with the lollipop stick on his mouth. What was his name again? The albino wasn’t really paying attention when the boy spoke of what was his name. He  furrowed his brows a little while trying to figure out what he said his name was.

Oura? Koma? Boma? Shouma? Ousa… Oum…Ouma—- riiiiiiight!

“Mister Ouma it is then~!” Break remarked while pulling off a small lollipop off of his candy box. The albino pressed it against his lips as the lollipop finally came in contact with his tongue and he finally bit it as it was slowly devoured by his mouth. The kid sure did seem like he was well, out of the ordinary considering the way he talks and also, the strange aura barricaded all over him. Break easily notices these kind of things preferably because of his very own experiences in past happenings and incidents.

“You’re in the boys dorm J-2, aren’t you~? I think it’s somewhere in the middle of the building in the left~” Oooops.

Nope, don’t ever ask Break for directions for he was still new himself and well, he’s just a Guidance Counselor nobody who loves to skip work and roam the hallways of the school. Where is the fun sitting around everyday for the rest of your life?

[mysinfulcrown]

Using each other. 

Those three words had a heavy weight on the youth. It was the right to use his friends, the right to that sinful power, that had landed him here today. But it also had the power of saving people. Absentmindedly, his left hand clenched into a fist in a pocket of his pants, wrapping around a metallic earpiece. The power of a savior, the power of a king -- both required sacrifices most were not willing to make. With this in mind, his response was instinctual and delivered from his heart.

"People aren't there for you to use; they're not tools or weapons. Especially not your friends. To use them is a sin -- the sin and guilt of a king. And even a king should limit even that. A king abusing his power should be dethroned."

If he had realized the true weight of his right hand sooner, before he ever assumed that position, would things have happened differently? Would her end have been avoided during the lock-down? It was never Souta's fault in the first place. It was his, his alone. Lies, deception, corruption. All triggered the downfall of his short-lived reign, and all were things he vowed never to consciously let happen again. Those weren't ways to treat friends, the people who stood by you through thick and thin.

“You’re in the boys dorm J-2, aren’t you~? I think it’s somewhere in the middle of the building in the left~”

His eyebrows furrowed, his irritation and growing dislike for his interlocutor beginning to poke through his shell from the inside, finding their way to the outer surface for display. He made a mental note to associate with this person as little as possible; being around someone who viewed others as tools bothered him immensely. With a mildly curt utterance of gratitude, he reached out, palms pressed against the wall as he guided himself to the edge once again.

[mysinfulcrown]

01. || intro

[whatisadoor-blog]

This was always happening to him. Just how many new students are coming in every single part of the day? A hundred? Thousand? Nah, but the albino doesn’t really care. Noooope, not at all.

Apparently, if he could recall it properly, this was his second or third day working and staying on this school and as the lucks of the above had cast upon him the people he often see everyday — Reim and the other people he know — is here too. And also, Break does remember that he’s a Guidance Counselor here not a freaking Tourist Guide. So when somebody tapped him on his shoulder, there was a boy standing behind him, looking somewhat lost and wait, he does have that far look on his face, what do you call that again? Ah —distant. The boy started speaking, nope, asking a question to him, rather.

“Excuse me, could you help me find my dorm?”

The albino turned around, smiling, raising some kind of glasses in to his eye and using it to examine the young boy before him.

“How many can this school hold~?”

But when the boy didn’t respond, Break took off the glasses and sighed. “My, my, are kids nowadays really this in-respectful to the elders~?” Okaaay, Break. Just shut up and help the poor lost kid find his dorm.

It’s in your job, as a Guidance Counselor, you need to guide these kids into their future~! Or more like…guide them to their dorm rooms.

Riiiiight. Oooops.

“May I ask what dorm room number are you in, Mister—-?”

[mysinfulcrown]

The capacity of the school? Shouldn't the man -- he sounded like an adult; a faculty member, per chance? -- be more aware of that than Shu, a student? Although he could not see anything but darkness, meaning the other's expression and peculiar display of their glasses was hidden behind a blinding curtain, the brunette could hear and infer from the tone used that the person he initiated conversation with was not your ordinary run of the mill staff member. If anything, they seemed to resemble one of those students who found joy partaking in activities that involved messing around with others' as a pastime. 

“My, my, are kids nowadays really this in-respectful to the elders~?”

"I meant no disrespect earlier; I was under the impression you were asking a rhetorical question."

A sarcastic and somewhat selfish-sounding thought had crossed his mind, but he bit back the remark from slipping into conversation. Even if the man wasn't the most respectful of people himself, it was no excuse for the brunette to retort. He did, however, let out a small cough from the sickly sweet smell coming from, presumably, his interlocutor's breath, as he responded with his usual aloofness coating his words.

"...Ouma. Shu Ouma, sir. I've been assigned to dorm J-2."

[mysinfulcrown]

01. || intro

Most people had called him crazy, deciding to resume his education in an entirely different environment. He wasn't weak -- quite a ways from it, actually, despite how he used to be -- but there were a few qualities that may or may not obstruct his daily life, depending on how things would unfold in this school. Furthermore, there was the uncertainty of whether or not he was mentally prepared for this, considering he recently lost her. She had always been there, no matter how he ended up: good or evil, he was still Shu.

Even outsiders were aware of their attachment to each other. And it was because of that awareness, perhaps, that rendered a select few rather wary of how emotionally traumatized he would be when he emerged from the rubble that day. He seemed fine, but was he really? For weeks since his return to an uneventful, everyday life, he quietly isolated himself with an earpiece, and programmed into it was a recording of the song she always sang. What if he ended up like he did prior to the return of Gai? It was definitely better to keep an eye on him, even if his right arm no longer held that sinful power.

He wasn't oblivious from the looks his friends sometimes cast in his direction when they thought his attention was elsewhere. A gut feeling -- an instinct, if you will -- told him he was under watch. It was certainly understandable, when he reflected on his past actions, but it still made him feel uncomfortable nevertheless. And so he came to the decision of attending Tancho Academy, the school in which he was searching for his dorm whilst trying not to bump into anything. He was following the sounds of voices and the wall of the hallway to navigate himself.

It wasn't a practical way to move around, needless to say; not in a school filled with students bustling about. It was all he could do to keep himself pressed against the wall so that he would be able to elude unnecessary attention. A few turns later in his hunt for the dormitories with no results, he realized he couldn't let himself fall back into that unsociable hole he pulled himself out of way back when. Rounding a corner into a less populated hallway, he let out a small sigh before reaching out to tap someone on the shoulder at the sound of approaching footsteps.

"Excuse me, could you help me find my dorm?"