#closed! rp

[sweetirrelevant]

||SWxSB-Closed RP||The person you think you are||

The day went by like any other, and that in itself was a blessing. No attacks, no thieves, no horrid weather to fall on the village. Acting as the sole leader as well as military leader in such a small place, she always had to worry, even while making mochi.

She had promised to assist one of the wives in making it for a surprise, but pretty soon, that was trumped. One of her subordinates stood at the door.

He looked uneasy and pale, afraid to speak up, so she nodded. If she didn’t think anything was wrong then, it became apparent when he addressed her more formally than usual “Lady Aijou, you need to come look at this.”

She bade her pardons, and brushed her hands of the confection as they walked briskly to the overlooking cliff. Some others had already gathered, and she followed their gaze to the lone figure in the near distance. Too close.

“Lady Aijou, there’s a man standing in the field.”

[theiceofambition]

Aiya's | Naoto | Closed

To: Shirogane --

It's Kirijo-san. Could you meet me at Aiya's? I'd like to talk with you.

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When she first heard of the Investigation Team, it came as a surprise. The idea of other persona users hadn't been so out of the question; however, the power and skill they demonstrated was impressive. No need for evokers, and a wild card within their group? They could change the nature of the game. Back to their side. Perhaps more than just taking care of the shadows. She wasn't about to repeat the same mistakes as her predecessors, but there were advantages to study. Having more people in their ranks could give them valuable time.

It wasn't difficult to find Aiya's, even though it was a little too cramped for Mitsuru's comfort. Inaba was nothing compared to Iwatodai, which made her uncomfortable at times-- as if she needed to match the emptiness and silence Inaba exuded. The peace it supposedly exuded didn't reach her after years of living in bustling cities. There was comfort in its crowds and symphony of noises that the small town just could never quite provide, even after the serial murders not long before. Maybe that was why the users were so surprising, to have so many in such a small space.

Naoto was the best choice. She was already used to juggling two different lives, and the intelligence wasn't just respectable, but admirable. Skilled enough to adapt to the organization within a short time period. It was just a matter of her accepting the offer. Mitsuru had learned by now, and no matter how desperate things could be, people had their choice.

For now, she perched herself by the bar and ordered two hot teas, just to serve as an ice breaker. For all she knew, it would be the start of a very long conversation.

[jacemillefiore]

Cider and testosterone

Jace, being the guildmaster of the thieves guild in Riften has a mass of responsibilities, but ever since his son had been kidnapped, and upon finding him had made him lose love for the land.

Having recently come back from Cyrodiil to put him in safekeeping with his mother, who would undoubtedly take better care of him, Jace had grew bitter at the thought of not being good enough for his own flesh and blood. Eventually he had to come back to his responsibilities, and the stockpile of work wasn't pleasant at all.

When that is all said and done, he would sit up on the same apple tree, picking off ripe fruit from the branches as he'd bite into them one by one until he got pleasantly full. Little did he know, there was a wandering mer beneath him, and as he was beginning to fall asleep, the basket in his lap was sliding off, falling onto the mer's head.

The Nord was snoozing, blissfully unaware of what he discomfort he might've caused the bosmer beneath him.

[sonofblackstar-blog]

The matron's calling

Damon strided into the sanctuary, grunting irritably as he came from a stupid contract. What a waste of time everything was! And to see the initiates, the riff raff uncaring of family values and just killing for money? The Dark Brotherhood, in his eyes, was not a playhouse, but a family whom respected each other and took pride in their work, not these crappy jobs that a low-grade mercenary could do. 

The listener was unknown to him, and going up into the night mother's chamber, he pulled up a chair and opened her coffin, her corpse still as preserved as ever thanks to Cicero. He took a seat, adjacent to her view, and crossed his arms not in disrespect, but in sheer annoyance with how the family has been lately.

"Mother. We have lost what the family stood for. Betrayal, lack of pride, and inner strife is tearing us apart. Where are you, when we need you the most.....?"

[sonofblackstar-blog]

Solitary.

Damon was quite tired of having to lick the boots of the Thalmor. The Jarl of Markarth wished for neutrality, and motioned for Damon to do the same, except when any threats to the Aldmeri Dominion occured in the Reach, he had to report it to the Thalmor -- directly. Embarking to Solitude and having done his business, he sighed and sat down for a drink at the winking skeever. Before opening the bottle that his own meadery produced, he was about to take a huge gulp before his eye caught a fair, red haired Dunmer. He remembers this mer, and he grinned widely as he got up and sat next to her with his drink in his hand. "Mehra! It's been a while, how do you fare?"