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The alliance between red and blue had continued, and the KING had only been frequenting HOMRA more. Surprisingly, Vanguard didn't so much mind it. Nevermind the fact that there was s o m e t h i n g between them, bluenette wasn't exactly unpleasant in presence. It had distaste melding into likeness and then. Well. There was a reason he'd made his way to the man's office, after all, a reason he'd grabbed him by the cravat. A reason he impulsively attached their lips. "You fuckin' idiot!!"

AND WHERE A KING ADVANCES;; IS WHERE YOU STAND - -

“Oya - - ?”

Deep within the frigid chasm of decorum and innate comprehension of the state of things around him, stood a man DECLARED A KING, his crown a jagged noose dangling by the merciless thread of humanity. Countless strings, crimson strings, wrapped tight about the blade of his spirit - and it was each, by his own choosing, that had the capacity to CRUSH the metal to shrapnel if the spiderweb of fate was disturbed even slightly. It was one such thread, WILD AND FIERCE AND AFLAME, that had proudly, effortlessly, cracked the sword down the center, small abrasions beneath the surface allowing such a feat - and for that, the gelid monarch had hoped never to create such SMALL WORLDS for himself again, lest his path be blocked entirely. AND YET, HERE YOU ARE. CHAOS WITHIN MY SANCTUM.Unfettered pride a whirlwind of emotion, of VIOLENT DISREGARD for the order by which he sought so desperately to protect, breath and heat and aggravation a cocktail by which he had no tolerance for. Restrained violets alit with surprise for only a fraction of an already fleeting moment, as power incarnate became the lithe fingers coiling around the youth’s collar, forcing him to cry havoc and insult straight into the jaws of the beast. MISCOMMUNICATION WAS NO LONGER AN OPTION. (Fine then.)But, he would not again need to wash sacred life off his derelict means of sight - no, he was capable of unforgiving heat, as well, disallowing the vanguard god-given air for a few moments longer than was duly moral, before releasing him back to the wild.

“Take that as what you will, Yatagarasu-kun. Understand what you will. It is no longer my responsibility to shield you, if you insist on invading my sanctum like this.”

- - FOR ORDER IS YOUR CAUSE, AND A PURE AND LONELY PATH THAT IS

#rubldus #SCEPTER 4;;DEPLOYED #MEMORY OF BLUE;;ALL THE KINGS MEN COULDN'T PUT ME BACK TOGETHER AGAIN #A KNIGHT AFLAME;;THE PRIDE OF THAT WHICH PROTECTS WITH CHAOS[[VANGUARD OF HOMRA]]#[[ me: yata kiss muna ]]#[[ angel: ok ]]#[[ me: nvm sorry yata you deserve better ]]

"How about as a birthday gift, I let you catch me ~?" // cuz he didnt say happy birthday yet

AND WHERE A KING ADVANCES;; IS WHERE YOU STAND - -

THERE WAS NO CHAIN THAT COULD BIND THE WILL OF A KING, AND THERE WAS NO MADNESS THAT COULD STILL ORDER.To incite the leader of wolves to a chase again and again was insanity in its own right, a cry for help at its finest, and this man seemed hellbent on entering his SANCTUM, only to never return to the outside world. A guilty conscious, perhaps? He was right, to come to the judge and executioner for retribution, then.Deep within an order-bound heart he held pity at a frigid core, for the motive behind a murderer’s halved stare was not a kind one. Fangs behind lax lips, his sword remained holstered at his side as night-sky tresses tumbled sideways, a curious crane to the frozen leader’s neck denoting an almost incredulous amusement.

“As though you haven’t escaped before. If you truly wish to surprise me with novelty, you’ll have to try a bit harder, Hatter-kun.”

- - FOR ORDER IS YOUR CAUSE, AND A PURE AND LONELY PATH THAT IS

#sorrowsbled #SCEPTER 4 INTEL[[MEMES]]#SCEPTER 4;;DEPLOYED #MEMORY OF;;RED AND BLUE[[WHEN I WAS KING]]#[[ muna: why would u kill people for revenge when u could KILL PEOPLE FOR ME ]]

❝I can't believe that you allowed your birthday to pass, without even letting me glean the date first, somehow. I feel very conflicted about this, because I'm agitated over not being more hospitable towards you... for the occasion...❞ The Beastman's pale brows furrowed a bit, as he ruminated. "Birthdates" were a fairly novel concept for the Beastman, but he did cherish meaningful celebrations. And MISSING one was just... ❝Nn, complexities aside, "Happy Birthdate", Munakata-shitsuchou.❞

AND WHERE A KING ADVANCES;; IS WHERE YOU STAND - -

Ceremonies were vital for those of ceremonious heart, but only if there was meaning to those involved - to celebrate his own existence with no purpose was rarely at the forefront of the order-bound monarch’s ever progressive psyche. His was a path towards a more peaceful future, and to glorify that route was to praise and bolster his men, that was what a KING was for, after all.The honorable spaceman was a rarity, and that which he vehemently protected the existence of in such a tentative playing field - more harm than good could come of allowing him to stray from his solid SANCTUM. He was no stranger to bestial workings, that which exerted its CHAOS against him was no more than a beast in a cage of his own mind, after all - Yet, the starship captain was boundless elegance bound by strength - it was far more refreshing. Soft mirth fell from velvet satisfaction as violet was subdued by dark feathers, lids falling in a mock demure fashion as though the apology was his to make.

“I did not deem it necessary information.It does, however, fill my heart to the brim to be extended the consideration. However, Viral-kun, I cannot accept unless you reciprocate. Do you have a corresponding date on our calendar, by which I can dote on you, as well?”

- - FOR ORDER IS YOUR CAUSE, AND A PURE AND LONELY PATH THAT IS

#imherebecauseyourehere #SCEPTER 4 INTEL[[MEMES]]#SCEPTER 4;;DEPLOYED #MEMORY OF;;RED AND BLUE[[WHEN I WAS KING]]#[[ he avoids feelings by NEVER SHUTTING UP ]]

/ birthday kicks him in the shin

AND WHERE A KING ADVANCES;; IS WHERE YOU STAND - -

A gaze cast forward, towards the future, towards the daunting tomorrow - the KING’S GAZE LINGERED JUST ABOVE HIS PATH, stalwart in stance and immovable in ideal. There was little presence of mind when it came to the body’s physical maladies, a man too far inside his own mind to be too engrossed in whether or not he was bleeding out at any given time.As such, the sledgehammer footwear against what should have been brittle bone, made rigid stalactite by CHOSEN POWER, was impactful, but proved more or less harmless to his state. Violet dew cast askance in a field of ivory, to take witness of just who DARED interrupt such an important vigil… only to be.. less than surprised by his company. THE LITTLE CROW WAS A FEARSOME PET OF KINGS, but to make such pointed contact without a declaration of anger… it must be for some benign reason.

“Oya? Yatagarasu, I hope you’re prepared to provide a feasible explanation. What happens to be the occasion?”

A pause, idle consideration playing havoc with a dangerously sentimental mind.. today was, of course.. an occasion, but there would be little reason to suspect the fire-bred vanguard to know.

“A ceremony I’m unaware of? Or simply frustrated?”

- - FOR ORDER IS YOUR CAUSE, AND A PURE AND LONELY PATH THAT IS

#rubldus #SCEPTER 4;;DEPLOYED #SCEPTER 4 INTEL[[MEMES]]#MEMORY OF;;RED AND BLUE[[WHEN I WAS KING]]#[[ muna: ow ]]#[[ muna: aw wait does he know? :) ]]

HE S TORMS INTO SCEPTER 4 WITH A FLOWER HE'D YANKED FROM THEIR FRONT YARD, ROOTS STILL INTACT, AND A BOX OF CHOCOLATES- HALF EATEN AND HALF DROPPED ON THE GROUND. THERE WAS ONLY ONE LEFT. "Oi. Let's kiss."

@rubldus

AND WHERE A KING ADVANCES;; IS WHERE YOU STAND - -

Little whispers into the shell of the ear - information gathering, especially in the face of a brazen intruder, was nothing if not child’s play for those dedicated to the path of Order - as such, as soon as the trajectory was gleaned, clues garnered from packaging and identity, the Vanguard was allowed safe passage with only the mildest of complaints. Littering was a travesty, the defacement of their private property a sin in all regards - under the assumption there was an actual method to all this madness, the enigmatic monarch allowed the crimes to go unpunished, if only to allow his own curiosity to be satiated. And here, the fettered crow that could not fly too far from home, at the doorstep of the frozen leader of wolves, seeking…. what now?A brute’s tenors, scraping his perceptions like steel against gravel, violet focused solely on the dirt crumbling to the lavish flooring. This was…. an issue in the making, perhaps - idle pleasantries into seething emotions, it was likely a mistake on his part… for encouraging his own attachments in one so prone to protecting bonds. A smile like the glistening dew in evening, a presence as the calming twilight before a monsoon, with movement billowing regality in spades, he severed the distance between them. Lithe digits, a refiner of worlds, ghosting the tawny locks at the Vanguard’s nape, trailing up to trace that youthful jaw, far too used to a scowl, only to take hold of the boy’s chin, visage shifting to an appraising appeal.

“Ah.

No.

Let’s not. Perhaps another time?”

- - FOR ORDER IS YOUR CAUSE, AND A PURE AND LONELY PATH THAT IS.

#rubldus #SCEPTER 4;;DEPLOYED #MEMORY OF;;RED AND BLUE[[WHEN I WAS KING]]#[[ d-d-dENIED ]]

"do you believe in the concept of a 'hero', munakata?"

@homra-no-artemis

AND WHERE A KING ADVANCES;; IS WHERE YOU STAND - -

The feeding frenzy of a derelict flame, that which consumed everything in its path all due to the single billow on a hot coal called ‘emotion’ - instead of utilizing that aspect of a human psyche for outward gain, it was to prove a point, to release pent-up energy… to protect a friend. Those of the Red Clan weren’t without reason, nor incomprehensible, in fact, his frustration generally lay in just how predictable a situation or outcome was, when those who wielded their hearts as weapons were involved. She hosted all these qualities, and more - just packaged in far more pleasant and interesting company - despite her chagrin, the gelid tyrant had grown fond of keeping her far past her due while excusing the timeframe on how long it took the tea to prepare. - - and sometimes, a pristine intuition calculated the inquiries, gleaned tidbits of insight in regards to where her own priorities lay. A glance askance, an indigo brow arced high, and his smile remained incorrigible.

“A ‘Hero’ is only that to a certain group. One can die tragically, saving thousands, protecting even more,and the ones they left behind, that were close to them, will gain nothing but grief. A man can slay a violent monster, only to walk away from a nest of starving infants.Heroism is a delusion that makes one believe there is a path where they have only done the world good. I can arrest as many STRAINS and stray clansman as I wish, but there will always be those who suffer for my actions. That is why SCEPTER 4 exists, to take action on a path that minimizes the need for that all-encompassing sacrifice required to ‘save the day’, so that, in the future, this world may know even an inkling of peace.”

- - FOR ORDER IS YOUR CAUSE, AND A PURE AND LONELY PATH THAT IS.

#homra-no-artemis #SCEPTER 4;;DEPLOYED #A PURE CAUSE;;THE KING OF ORDER #[[ he babbled a whole pARAGRAPH ]]

Bullet spiraling during distraction, meant to put an end ( Déjà vu: was it a blessing not to hit the intended target? Or ever-present curse? ) to King's reign. "WATCH OUT!!" It only took the briefest millisecond to deviate from fate's design, rewrite a novel, erase a line. The emotion possessing him to to take action ( R E D for blue ) was unclear, but he'd always been impulsive. There was no grand ending, no firework climax. He was just there one moment & the next not. Greeting the ground.

@rubldus

AND WHERE A KING ADVANCES;; IS WHERE YOU STAND - -

The splatter of crimson life, a grotesque veil that coated old, expired lenses, overbearing a sea of violet that held only pinpricks of black;; as though blinded, blinded by the sight(THE SAME, THE SAME, THE SAME), the sounds(A soft thud as the KNIGHT was knocked down), the smell(Smoke from a god-forsaken barrel, hot copper). TO PROTECT THE KING, THE KNIGHT BLOCKED HIS PATH. TWO KNIGHTS ON THE FIELD. BOTH TAKEN. But it had not been this young man’s duty, it had not been his wish, it had not been HIS SWORD - - so it was not his failure, (A SINGLE LIFE, IS A SINGLE LIFE WORTH - -) The path of Order, his path as a KING, to protect that wish for solace, for a life without suffering, for there to be as little lost and fewer tears - - … . WHAT DID THIS LITTLE FIRESTARTER THINK HE WAS DOING, MAKING SUCH A CRUDE DECISION ON HIS OWN?A broad palm spread across the entirety of his own features, lithe digits spread evenly, as though to adjust those cursed spectacles, only for the frigid monarch’s head to fall heavily into his own grasp, a staggering stride taken back, an earth-shattering CRACK ricocheting through the very heavens above. His sanctum, his pride, the marker by which one could trust in the BLUE KING’S plans, had already been activated, the floating display of power poised as a noose high in the sky; it crackled now, biting and twisting energy devouring the gilded metal, forcing crumbling waste to teeter to the earth.

As a psyche unfettered by the normal human constraints of a small, tight-knit world folded in on itself, a desperate intake of breath the only outward indication of events twisting together in an illogical miasma - were the two correlated, was it the same circumstance, what had he done to cause it, WHY COULD HE NOT KEEP HIS EYES CLEAN OF BLOOD, WAS THIS THE PATH HE CHOSE TO WALK DOWN, A WORLD WHERE OTHERS THREW THEIR LIVES AWAY IN HOPE OF A BRIGHTER FUTURE?

“YOu foOL.”

Almost breathless, a rigid bass, irritation a sickly fog that coated the brow with feverish indignation - he took a step forward, and his body surged with what he could only describe as utter bewilderment, taking hold in his very core and jolting outwards, a pulse of artic air, of deathly, azure electricity, irises seized by sapphire rings, unable to close the curtains on a tragedy. The roar was subhuman, a strangled howl that bastardized the captain’s smooth, assured tones, and as soon as it was released, incisions danced up the edge of a hanging blade, and the air stood still - - (You cannot stop here, your path is forward.) (For you ARE A KING.)

THE KING FELL TO HIS KNEES, Sirius stuck boldly into the pavement beside the fallen vanguard’s head, crystallized frost already creeping up the edge of skin already losing steady heat, and he exhaled one, long, tired fragment of his soul, down onto the fading light before him.

“Not for me, that was not your duty, Yatagarasu. At least… in the end, even those you despise can say they could rely on you fully.”

Regret…. was not a luxury for those of his vision. Apologizing to an old friend..for this… …it would come as soon as his penance came due.

- - FOR ORDER IS YOUR CAUSE, AND A PURE AND LONELY PATH THAT IS

#rubldus #SCEPTER 4;;DEPLOYED #A PURE CAUSE;;THE KING OF ORDER #[[ i didn't kill everyone in the end ]]#[[ angel you're not allowed in my inbox anymore ]]

// HERES UR TINY BIRD CAREFUL U SHOULD BLOW ON IT FIRST ITS HOT

SCEPTER 4 INTEL: [⚔️] - @rubldus

AND WHERE A KING ADVANCES;; IS WHERE YOU STAND - -

One more strike, one more jab, a single more word.. - - ah, there it was, the final cut that sent the blade careening down towards the perpetrator’s neck. (“Just shut him up in a nice way.”)The languid suggestion had seemed so asinine, at the time, as he idly mentioned the Vanguard’s mouth and how it lacked just about anything he wished to hear, and whether or not it had been uttered simply to silence him, was unknown.

A grip like a vice, as a pair of jaws around the impetuous crow’s throat, retracting his arm slowly, as a wolf dragging the damned back to the den, until either recompense was met, or their mouths were a hair’s breadth apart.

“Violence is the currency of chaos, Yatagarasu, and even I can only handle your uncouth slander for so long. But, this is another option - if you insist on continuing with that mouth of yours - -”

A persistent crash of heat, cutting off the rumbling octaves purred straight through the Clansman’s teeth, as the frozen king sought to overthrow any semblance of thought or backlash by giving himself forceful reign over the young man’s mouth. It was quick, but absolute, contact broken seemingly as soon as he had initiated it, and thus, continued to speak, visage as serene and contemplative as ever.

“Then I will give you a taste of what mine is capable of, and I ensure you, I have sharper teeth.”

A quick pat to the cheek, a genuine smile, and his credence was given.

- - FOR ORDER IS YOUR CAUSE, AND A PURE AND LONELY PATH THAT IS

#rubldus #MEMORY OF;;RED AND BLUE[[WHEN I WAS KING]]#SCEPTER 4 INTEL[[MEMES]]#SCEPTER 4;;DEPLOYED #[[ so basically to get a kiss all you have to do is cuss him out ]]

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