#kinged open

[genkiangel]

Scouting || Yuuka & ??? (OPEN)

Yuuka Teramoto would be lying if she said she didn’t like idol work. Recording CDs, doing photoshoots and the occasional radio show or livestream...she didn’t do these things as often as other idols mostly due to her lack of a company and exposure, but that wasn’t what made being an idol her favorite thing in the world. The best part was standing on the stage, no matter how small, and getting to see an ocean of penlights in the white image color that she had chosen for herself. Her fans chanted and cheered for her, and she got to give them a performance with everything she had in her. Sure it was tiring, but that was only part of the fun. More importantly, it brought in money to keep performing, getting new costumes, and keep the venue as her regular spot.

Her favorite way to make money were the handshake events that were held after her shows. One CD bought meant about 10 seconds of her shaking the hand of a stranger and speaking to them about whatever they felt like, but the people who really liked her bought far more than one CD. The conversations were sometimes a bit dull, but the regulars knew how to keep her invested in whatever they were saying, and that bit of interaction was what seemed to make them keep returning.

There were of course...a few problems. For one, working alone was incredibly tiring for a teenager. Being her own spokesperson only brought up more problems for her in the long run as she was never quite sure when to shut her mouth, buying new costumes and recording her own CDs made feeding herself at times difficult, and she only really had security and some staff at her events because of the venue being kind enough to lend their own people for the time being. The only solution she saw, was to scout! Audition flyers were fine as well, but Yuuka preferred if she handpicked them herself. Who knew what kind of freaks would show up to those things? There were a few things she tried to keep in mind, like how the fans would probably dislike if she was in a group with guys, or how certain types of faces tended to be less popular but...all those concerns were quickly thrown out as she wandered the streets with her handmade fliers. Who cared what people thought? She’d make them audition anyway, so it wasn’t like she’d let just anyone in! They had to be the right person!

Especially if she planned to share the powers of the white king with them.

“Heeeey! You there! Over here!” Still dressed in her idol costume, a short, white and pale blue dress and black boots. On top of her head sat a large white bow. A bit out of place with her outfit, she wore a charm bracelet on her right wrist, a single charm dangling off of it: an angel wing. Somehow, she couldn’t stop grinning as she beckoned to the nearest, unfortunate passerby. “Wanna become an idol?”

[shieldprison]

Help Wanted - OPEN

There wasn’t much to do when you were in hiding and on the run except fiddle with what was around you. He’d tossed his phone and had no internet or even electricity. He was getting by okay on the money he made from healing minor injuries, things like broken bones or deep wounds. This was the ghetto so a lot of unsavory folk did a number of unsavory things so it made business boom some. He could at least afford to get some food.

But now that he was tinkering with things he felt that he sort of had the knack for making things like jewelries and other accessories. With the money he earned he was able to buy better tools for his hobby but now he was considering making it into a business. The problem with that though was that a wanted “criminal” shouldn’t be operating out in the opening. Besides, the less he had to deal with people the better.

He wasn’t a very good judge of character however.. Obviously, considering the circumstances he found himself in now. Well, that’s what interviews were for, right? Whatever. He’d just call out to whoever wandered by. “Hey, you.” he called out to the next person, making sure the hood of his sweater was pulled low enough on his face that it obscured his eyes. This didn’t look shady at all, he mused to himself sarcastically.

“I’ve got a job if you’re interested. I can’t pay you in cash but I can make it worth your while.”

[nazo-no-otoko]

Overexerted | V and Anyone

“Hey, uh, V? Aren’t ya pushin’ it just a little bit?” Griffon asked, a rare tone of mild concern in the bird’s voice. “Seriously, I know you’re a king and all, but you’re still you, and you ain’t that strong.” He flew circles around the colorless king, unable to sit still, beak running a mile a minute. “What’re ya gonna do if you end up passed out in the middle of the street at night, huh? If you run outta power, I can’t do anything, and if I can’t do anything, you know the big bad kitty can’t do shit either.”

V sighed. “I know. But if I don’t start trying to maintain your forms longer, my power will never improve.”

“You don’t need to improve your power. You haven’t gotten beat up in a while! Even if ya did, we can handle it as we are now.” 

Still, V did not withdraw Nightmare just yet. He commanded the golem to wait in one spot, and it did. Actively controlling the large creature as well as manifesting him at all was a major drain on V’s energy, and it caused his Sword to appear as well. 

Finally, after a few more seconds, V recalled his most powerful creature, the black color returning to his hair and tattoos inking his skin yet again. He panted as the air cleared, bracing himself against his cane as his limbs trembled. “I told you so!” Griffon squawked, glaring at V for a second. “Look, I’m gonna go back now, too. Can ya make it home?” V nodded in response, and Griffon vanished in a puff of black smoke that curled in the air before swirling around V’s arms and chest before settling as more tattoos on his body.

Unfortunately, the king pushed himself just a bit past his limits this time, and he had barely made it into the city streets again before his legs gave way, and he fell onto the pavement, trying and failing to catch himself with his hands. Damn! He frowned deeply as he attempted to pull himself up onto his cane again, his movements shaky and uneven.

[ryujiskullkamoto]

Clumsy | Ryuji and Anyone

Ryuji was still trying to get used to the large city of Shizume. He’d been living here for a bit, but it was still so large that he hadn’t learned where most things were, so there were days where he just wandered around to try and commit the streets, buildings, and other landmarks to memory.

He’d managed to wander into a completely new area to him, which was way more common than it probably should’ve been. But Ryuji enjoyed this sort of thing. It felt like a small adventure full of possibility, even if it was something as minor as going down a new street.

While he was taking in the sights, he took his eyes off of the sidewalk in front of him, and for a city as bustling as this one, that might not have been the best idea. He realized this only as he felt his shoulder slam into something, no doubt another person. 

“Ah!” Ryuji made a noise of surprise as he tried to step backwards and create space between him and the person he ran into, but he faltered a bit more than he thought. He stepped just the wrong way and a sharp pain shot through his leg, causing him to stumble hard, and he just barely caught himself before he fell to the ground.

“Shit, my bad,” he apologized. “Wasn’t looking. Are you alright?”

[bloodaura]

Calling All Kings - Sakuma && You?

WANTED ALL SHIZUME CITY KING’S TO MEET AT SHIZUME CITY GRAVEYARD FOR A VERY IMPORTANT MEETING AT 10PM

In hindsight, perhaps tacking up posters all over the city at night wasn’t his greatest idea, but Sakuma didn’t know how else to do it. He’d been caught up to date on the history of King’s and strains thanks to repeated meetings with one Scepter 4 Captain. Events of catastrophic proportions could be traced back to a King whose powers went berserk and eliminated miles and miles completely off the map or an entire clan that waged war on other clans that invited devastation in their wake. Sakuma was having none of that.

 It was most ideal if everyone got along and what better way to do that then to meet with all the King’s and propose a peace treaty. He was already in alliance with Scepter 4 and no matter how much he pressed the Blue King for information on the other King’s he just wouldn’t budge. Naturally, Sakuma had to take things into his own hands. 

The raven haired man stepped back, hands on his hips as he admired his handiwork. The wanted poster he’d just finished smoothing out and taped to a light post looked warped. It wasn’t big enough and therefore one would have to walk the circumference a few times to make out what was being said. People could be noisy and curious so perhaps this would work out to his advantage in the end. 

“Mhm, on to the next.” the male nodded with a small, assured smile as he pulled out another white paper with glaring red text. It was eight at night currently so he still had a few hours before the meeting. “Let us see now.. This one will go... here! Ah!” With his focus solely on his surroundings as he sought out a viable surface, the paper within his light grasp was carried off by the wind and blew past him. Sakuma spun around, hands outstretched and flailing wildly in an attempt to catch the poster to no avail each time. 

Perhaps it was better to let it go and save himself the trouble, and the thought would have crossed his mind if it weren’t currently fluttering towards the nearest passerby. “Could you catch that for me?”

[icebloom]

Lost Treasure // Open

Oh no! Where did I put it? Where? Where?

Those were the thoughts currently flitting about the silver haired girl’s mind, gnawing and biting at her. The distress was plain as day written all over her graceful features, but no matter how quickly she whipped from one direction to the next, her prized possession was nowhere to be seen. “Lia.. Maybe it’s time to try asking around?” 

Emilia placed her hands on her hips, brows furrowed as she stared hard at the ground at her feet. “Maybe.. You’re right.” Generally she preferred solving her own problems but this time a little helping hand was in order. “Two eyes are better than one.. And so on so forth.” Saying this with a wave of her extended finger, Emilia dropped her hands to her sides, her shoulders squared tensely as her amethyst eyes scanned her surroundings. 

“Let’s try asking them.” Came the small, boyish voice close to her ear.

“Mn.” The silver haired female agreed with a sound of approval and stalked forward, approaching the person.

“Excuse me. Can I ask you something?”Her inquiry came out much more stern than she meant it, but it was in fault to her nerves and frustration aimed at no one else but herself. “I’m looking for something.. It’s small. Like this.” Emilia made a circle with her thumb and pointer finger. “It’s got a jewel in the center too. Have you seen it?”

[scissorasmr]

Hunger // Open

Empty. Utterly empty. If only Kingship granted one the ability to go without food then she would never feed. Unfortunately, the rumbling in her stomach gnawed at her, sapping her of all strength and making the already lazy woman less energetic. 

“Empty.” She repeated aloud, her slow and listless voice thoughtful. The only thing contained within her kitchen was a salt shaker filled partway which she lifted over her open mouth and shook, the tiny white specks raining down onto her outstretched tongue. If only this were enough. Wasn’t her attendant responsible for restocking the food? Though now that she thought of it she hadn’t seen hide nor hair of him in quite some time. It was just as well. He had been beginning to bore her. 

With her torso bent over her waist, her hands just low enough to touch the ground if she bothered to put anymore strength into it, she sauntered lazily out of her forest dwelling and into the city. Three did not make it a point to venture out often. It cut into her precious time. Time that was better spent sleeping or experimenting. But one could not experiment on an empty stomach, she lamented as she dragged her feet through the town.

This was as far as she could go. Her stomach was nibbling away at her insides and she had spent every last ounce of energy to make it this far. “Ah.. The sweet mirage of sleep beckons.. In sleep.. All is nothing... In sleep.. All is reduced to zero..” Even the gnawing pain of hunger could not find her in that restful world. 

It didn’t take much for the bent over woman with her zombie-esque gait to teeter onto her side, laying unashamed and without care right in the middle of the dark road. So far she had not succumbed to sleep so even the simplest of prodding could rouse her senses back to reality. Until then.. rest and once rest was obtained.. Then rise. 

[elegantlazuli]

seeking advice || [open]

At home, her parents hadn’t been too keen on the idea of these...video games. It had been mildly annoying but that had been the one thing they’d refused to cave on. Well, even she needed to be told no sometimes. She respected that, of course, however she knew that the average person saw it as a way to relax and spend time. They found these games fun. She was curious, of course.

She’d always wanted to experience those things for herself--and if she was being honest, the existence of wrestling games was certainly a factor. Still, she was left at a bit of a loss, standing in front of the display. There were more systems than she’d expected, and she furrowed her brows. What was the best way for a complete beginner to start out? 

Well, the best thing to do was to ask for help, and she certainly wasn’t too proud to recognize when she needed that help. Raising her gaze from the shelves, she looked for the nearest person. 

“Excuse me, you there,” she began, gesturing to the many game systems on display, “would you happen to know anything about these?”