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The Lambs of Judas Iscariot... Urokai Agvain & Gradeus ~ The Previous Lord ~ Rajak Kertia ~ Rael Kertia ~ Cadis Etrama di Raizel ~ Frankenstein ~ Regis K. Landegre ~ Dr. Crombel. (For details + availability, check characters page.) A Noblesse independent multimuse blog.

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ooc ┊ I think it may be time to archive this blog and come up with a new URL, new theme, and better form of organisation now that I have better ideas of how Tumblr works than when I first started out.

For now, catch me at my Tony Stark or TF2 RED Medic blogs. I still have other blogs to handle and get started up, and this is gonna be one of them; none of my threads are getting dropped, though I may take a while to finish all of them before I stick them all in the queue.

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[ TRICK OR TREAT  ||  it’s not halloween anymore bitches, but selectively accepting. ]

Send ‘Trick or Treat!  🎃’ to my inbox and I’ll give you a treat! This could be: a promo graphic, icons, an aesthetic graphic of your muse, a drabble, a photoset of our muses together, a moodboard based on one of our threads, or some other goodie!

ooc ┊ In the end, I had no idea where I was going with this… I guess this is a graphic?? could be a promo if you want?? I don’t know how to use Photoshop lmfao

There are two versions (duh), so you can have both B) and do whatever you want to with them. Obvious no one except @rcgnata​ has permission to.

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ooc ┊ ‘kaaay I’ve had a problematic past couple of days and, really, I think I’m gonna pause even the queue on this blog until:

I’ve finished the new theme I’ve got in the works.

I’ve got my drafts down to a less intimidating number.

The muses actually come back in full force, ‘cause they’ve been moody come the beginning of winter, and I can’t get them to write.

I’ve got my shit together.

I’m taking a pause for no reason other than the fact that I’ve got quite a few blogs now, a lot of material to catch up on for all of them, and the need for an organisational system that actually works. Also, finals, but that’s like. Feh, who cares about finals. I guess you could call that a semi-hiatus, though – I’d still be working on all 105 of my drafts, and the 65 asks I’ve got in the inbox, but no activity’s going to show up in your dashes from me.

I’ll be 100% active on my TONY STARK blog because I have a reasonable number of drafts and an actually functional theme at this point. Expect me back in a few weeks, unleashing my drafts upon you again.

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「  techtao  」

“ Well, if he is a cat then of course he’d be hunting for birds. ” Honestly, aside from Raizel (of course) and the kids, everyone was a bird in Frankenstein’s eyes. Something to look over and hunt down when necessary; and he was pretty good at it, too. “ But he’s more of a tiger or a leopard kind of cat. Not the sweet, domesticated one. ”

Tao moved to rest his head on his hand which leaned on the arm of the chair, the movement causing the sweater to slide down his shoulder. He was about to open his mouth to speak when a small, soft meow slipped into the air and Tao turned to look at the small ball of cloth beside him, something shifting underneath, “ Aww, he’s awake. ” Out popped a small furry head and blue eyes, ears tilting for a moment before the little kitten meowed again.

『  HM… REGIS THOUGHT ABOUT IT  』 briefly, and found the thought of Frankenstein as such a creature to be quite accurate. A tiger or a leopard… a strong and fitting creature for someone of Frankenstein’s nature. That was certainly the houseowner, all right; it seemed Tao did make excellent points, sometimes.

❝ Ah. You know, the family leader often calls him a peacock. I’d thought the houseowner to be a bird, himself, at first. ❞  Though Regis was still not entirely sure that this was not the case. At odd times, the Lord still referred to Frankenstein as such a creature, in complete sincerity, after all.

He had been about to take his snacks and exit the room when a strange sound came from Tao. Regis turned, raising an eyebrow at the perpetrator. In all his time here, he had never heard such a noise come from any human before… was there, perhaps, something wrong with Tao?

He dared to venture closer, concern apparent in his expression, when he saw…

❝ What… what is that creature? ❞  Regis peered down with wide eyes at the ball of fluff, a creature that looked, somehow, remarkably like Tao – if Tao were much, much shorter and was covered in fur.

This was… one of those cats! Was it not? It was incredibly small, and frail looking, but it was most definitely a cat. The realisation came over Regis in the next moment, and he snapped to attention to stare up at Tao. Don’t tell him that Tao wanted to keep it!

❝ W-will we take care of it it? Here? In the house? ❞

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☀ ━ how long have you been roleplaying? how did you get into it?❤ ━ do you have any crackships for your muse?♕ ━ which fictional characters are your favorites?回 ━ what are your top four favorite shows?

☀ ━ how long have you been roleplaying? How did you get into it?

That’s a difficult one… I remember doing some really half-arsed roleplaying in right around 5th or 6th grade when I was into Hetalia (an anime/manga based on personified countries)… really lame Google chat stuff, using asterisks for actions and dialogue only. Nothing vaguely multi-para or anything. They were really ridiculous scenarios too… some were NSFW… I don’t remember much ahaha except that it was Austria who became my victim as a first “muse.” Though I can’t really call him that because it’s an insult to his character hahaha… 

But! Later on I returned to roleplay just last year, summer of 2016, to Hetalia again. Before then, I briefly ran a 2P!England ask blog based around a religious AU that didn’t get off the ground at all (I probably had 1 thread and wrote one drabble?). But summer of 2016 was when I started getting into boards online… boards are different from Tumblr in that they’re closed communities with strict rules, usually restricted to one player per canon, and application-based.

I wrote firstly on a mutant/human AU Hetalia board as Russia, then moved over to a gothic horror Hetalia AU which I was much more involved in as a Russia + Macau + Kugelmugel + Nyo!Vietnam (planned but never finished the app for him actually?). From there I joined a MARVEL board which I was really, really involved in as a Tony Stark. Fuck, I love Tony Stark so much ahaha. Then I somehow found myself here in May of 2017 as Takeo on @rk2-sharpshooter​, then ended up making this blog a couple months later, and the rest is history… 

I guess you could say I’ve RPed for 8 years (counting from Google chat, but I don’t count that fuck lmao), or just over a year from when I started RPing on boards properly.

❤ ━ do you have any crackships for your muse? 

Always. I know that I’ve said I adore Raizel x Urokai, which… tbh shouldn’t even be a crack ship, because Urokai’s feelings are so genuine? But I did expand from there and inch into Frankenstein x Urokai. And then added Raizel x Urokai x Frankenstein to the mix… I think Frankenstein x Urokai is my big one right now.

As for Gradeus, I really ship Gradeus x Tao lol it’s a thing that just happened… RP AU wise… but now I can’t unsee it and oops??

I DON’T TALK ABOUT MY SIDE CHARAS MUCH BUT BOY FUCK @sanjeruman and I got us into a huge mess with Saint Germain x Raizel and I’m just. mmMMM GOOD SHIT.

♕ ━ which fictional characters are your favorites? 

Fuck. Urokai Agvain for sure, man. Ugggh Frankenstein is a close second, but I just love my main pathetic boy.

回 ━ what are your top four favorite shows?

It’s been a long time since I watched any shows buuut… Kitchen Nightmares, NCIS, Criminal Minds, and… Ghost Whisperer. Yeah, that was the highlight of my childhood, if you mean live action TV shows… and not cartoons, because I have WAY too many faves of that.

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🌟- One of my favorite icons [ for... urokai and gradeus ]

[ For all you filthy icon hoarders…  ||  always accepting ooc stuff ] 

Heeere’s Urokai, I know it’s not the canon art but I love my boy so much when he smiles… he’s such a precious. I love. Mitsuki’s art is so good, I adore her?? Go follow her and her glorious Urokai works on Twitter.

And HERE IS MY OTHER SWEET SON LOOKING SO COOL AND GOOD FJALKDSFA. AAAH MAN I wish he had more scenes like this in canon… imagine Gradeus like that but in the old style… with all the gorgeous lighting and shading… I’m so gay?? I really am happy that I revamped his icon though, even if they’re giant compared to some people I RP but whatevs… I should look into redoing Urokai’s icons at some point…

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「  noahwisdom 」

   “Esteban has an exam so he can become a citizen, or something.” He didn’t really get it, after all, he was too young to understand all of it completely, but he liked the jokes and how everyone in the show somehow became a family. It was nice. “I want to know if he’ll get it.” 

Wisely rubbed his eyes and stared at the bright screen. He had been tense and quiet at first when he came here, not understanding any of what was happening. He just listened to whatever Mana had told him since he was the one who got him out of that scary place. He did get used to Gradeus however. He was actually starting to like it here. He was even getting along with Messad now who decided to call him her brother. 

Gradeus was different from that man. He was nice and warm as well. Wisely nuzzled against the man before nodding obediently. “I did.” He pointed at the empty cup on the table and yawned. 

Just a little bit longer, that was all he wanted. He didn’t want this moment to end yet. He didn’t want to fall asleep yet. “Are you away all day tomorrow as well?” He decided to ask. 

『  GRADEUS JUST BARELY MANAGES  』 to stifle a snort at the toddler’s explanation — one that Wisely himself clearly doesn’t fully understand. After all, Wisely’s still a kid. Gradeus has to wonder what exactly is the point of inserting all this stuff into a show for kids, when the kids don’t understand it themselves — to encourage questions? He’s never had much use for a TV other than news; even in his youth, it was rare to find him in front of one that often. Watching these children’s shows for the first time is… amusing, as well as bewildering, in many ways. Well, at least he can be there to explain things to Wisely and Messad, though.

❝ People from other countries who want to live here for a long time take citizenship exams. My dad did. Esteban seems pretty smart, so let’s hope he gets it, huh? ❞

Not that Gradeus really knows anything about the show. But he can play along, since Wisely does, and he’s guessing that he’s going to be spending a lot of time sat in front of at least a few episodes in the near future... Though there’s something about yawns that are so damn contagious. The moment Wisely opens his mouth and lets one out, suddenly Gradeus is that much sleepier.  

❝ Good job remembering your milk, ❞  he mumbles, reaching up to pinch Wisely’s cheek gently. And — oh. He didn’t think that Wisely would notice his absence that much. The kid’s even managed to make him feel a little bad about it, and that’s not really a thing that Gradeus does.

❝ Yeah. Sorry, Wisely. I have a lot of work this week, or else I’d spend more time at home. It’s… ❞  He racks his brain for the proper word. He still has to exercise a lot of caution speaking to Wisely, for fear of scaring the kid off or making him nervous.  ❝ It’s weird, right? Being in a new place like this. But if you ever need or want anything, or if you even feel like there’s something you don’t like, don’t be afraid to come and tell me. ❞  

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ooc ┊ my face when I’m looking at the 107 drafts I haven’t touched in several days tbh... whoops I’ve made a #Mistake making a new blog...

But anyway, I think a new theme is in order for this blog since it is still my main... that might actually give me a little more motivation to properly finish all my stuff, pages and bio and all, if I’m investing the effort to actually make a nice theme bg. Making a new blog got me thinking about organisation and cleanliness, so I’m gonna try to get in control of this blog pronto. 

Maybe I’ll go with something simpler for icons from now on, maybe not. I’m actually using Photoshop now and not some cheap replacement, so I can make a theme that actually looks halfway decent. Theme may or may not be up by tomorrow evening, depending on how fast I draw or if I’m even inclined to draw tomorrow...

I may or may not archive this blog and its problematic tagging mess, but who knows.

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"Get in here!" -rael or regis ;3

『  RAEL HATES GROUP PROJECTS WITH  』 apassion. Why should he work with anyone, after all, when he’s perfectly capableof completing all his work independentlyand without any damn risk of some uneducated asshole mucking it all up for him?He always makes it a point – by whatever means he can – to go out of his way and make sure that he ends up in a teacher’s classwhere they don’t force group projectsupon students’ unwilling shoulders.

By all means, Pedro is an excellentteacher. He doesn’t bullshit anything, and he gets straight to the pointinstead of rambling on and on and on.Rael likes him well enough, even though the man looks as if his clothes comefrom a charity store, and his face and physique as if he’s spent a good few years in a street gang.

That is, until Pedro one day declares,suddenly, that they are going to have a group project. And, all right. Fine. Rael could do just fine with that. The moment Pedro says it, Rael’s already planning to ask that Ikhankid (one of the only ones in this class who seem to give a damn about what’sgoing on) if they can collaborate.

And then Pedro announces that he has already – kindly – gone through the trouble of choosing all their pair-ups forthem!

At this point, Rael feels like he wouldlike to murder Pedro.

Pedro and his stupid group project isthe reason why Rael is toeing on his shoes at nine in the fucking morning,brushing back his hair and having his brother fuss over every little detail ofthe project. Pedro and his fucked up groupproject is the reason why Rael is taking his first-ever trip down to theAnastos household, when he doesn’t want to be anywhere near the area of townthat Wisely Anastos and his crazy sister live in. At the very least, it’s notthe poor neighbourhood, but it’s damn well below what he’s used to. Unfortunately, there’s nothing he can do about it when it’s the grade he wants. Rajak ushershim out of the house that morning with words of encouragement to be friendly and amicable, and to make surethat not only does he get all his work done – but that he should make friends, aswell.  

Rael, of course, ignores the requests,storming out of the house with his book bag over his shoulder as Rajak shouts something about taking an umbrella on the way out. This, too, is ignored.

He finds out soon enough why exactlyRajak was pestering him, however, when it starts sprinkling lightly halfwaythrough his trip down to the Anastos’ residence. At first, he thinks it mightpass… and then the sprinkling worsens, until it’s turned into an absolutedownpour that has Rael running through down the street looking like an idiot. Allthis! For a maths project! What thehell kind of fucking teacher gives mathsprojects in the first place!  

It’s lucky for him that the Anastosfamily must have been keeping watch at the door, because the moment Rael getsto the door of the house, it swings open, and the kid who’s been assigned ashis project partner is shouting at him from inside to  ❝ Get in here! ❞  In any other situation, Rael might snapback, but his clothes are completely sopping wet, and his teeth are chattering.He practically leaps inside the house with no objections, and stands there,shivering inside the doorway.

❝ Thanks, ❞  he grumbles, though a littlebegrudgingly… and, okay, fine. Sincehis brother said to be civil:  ❝ Um. Thanks, Wisely. ❞

The inside of the house is… not as badas he expects. He looks around expectantly – is there anyone home? ❝ Where’s your sister? Parents? ❞

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♱  @goldenvelleity​, continued from here // janna & previous lord;;

『  JANNA HAS SO MANY QUESTIONS,  』 and she hardly hesitates to ask them. It’s pleasing to the Lord, who is used to people questioning him without wanting true answers. They question because they want to know why he does not think the way that the rest of Lukedonia seems to, and then – when he gives them their answers – they flounder and avoid. New ways of thinking can be quite daunting after all, but the Lord is still glad to see one person who is eager to learn and to accept. Even if he does worry that she is a little too eager to learn all that she can from him… he’s a cool Lord, after all, but Janna seems impressionable to a troublesome level.

He laughs at her next curious inquiry.  ❝ Do you like cats, Janna? Do you perhaps feel the need to protect them from the harsh world outside when you see a sweet little kitten meowing at your feet? I’m inclined to think we thought the exact same of humans. Once upon a time, humans were small and grubby little things, capable of next to nothing. They were so adorable! And now they’re all big and grown. Makes me kinda sad to see it… I do miss when they were just a little more pitiful. They came crying to me, too. ❛Help us, Lord!❜ they said. I had to turn so many of them away because it was all things they could manage on their own. ❞

Nobles had sworn to protect these humans, much weaker than themselves, against a cold and brutal world that they could not yet endure. And yet, eventually, it fell to bloodshed and disaster anyway. Because nobles had begun to believe that this adoration was their right. Too concerned were they with the thought of being worshipped that they failed to see that with a single swing of their weapons, they could fell entire armies. And when they did, did they ever regret the bloodshed? Centuries of protecting humans… and now, it seems to the Lord as if it is truly nobility that nobles must protect humans from.

❝ Will humans be any happier over us telling them how they should act? War over Gods is no different than wars that would have been waged over nobles who reign above humans, in the end. That is why nobles need a Lord, my dear… we are great, and powerful, and no doubt we can wreak mass destruction if we so wanted, with just a flick of the wrist. ❞  Just as the Lord had done one time, when he’d merely intended to help Raizel move his tea set... what a fragile thing it was! Surely, that one time was no fault of the Lord’s!

❝ There are so many humans, many more than there will ever be nobles. And they all have such different beliefs, and lead such different lives. That’s what I adore most about humans… I wouldn’t want to force them together like that: under one ruler, who can’t possibly understand all their wishes and their thoughts at once. ❞

And were nobles not capable of being all these things… were they not cruel, irrational, and awful, as well? The Lord has seen such things, many times in the past. This generation has yet to see true war waged among themselves, and much less war waged against them. They are so innocent, and it’s not the Lord’s place to disenchant them – Janna included. Difficult times, surely, will be ahead, but they will not yet come for a while. The Lord will prepare on his own front, along with the older family leaders who have heard and shared these concerns of his already. Yet he does not wish to speak of such things to the young ones, when it will only serve to bring gloom and doom.

Yet… such flattering words! Sometimes it seems as if Janna knows exactly what the Lord wants to hear.  ❝ Isn’t she perfect! She will make an excellent Lord, a much better than one than I will have been. and I wish you would tell her so, as well, when she needs to hear it. ❞  Because his daughter will need such words – either very soon, as the burden of the throne nears, or far, far in the future… when the Lord is no longer there to watch over her. The position of Lord is such a very lonely one, after all.

Of course, he does not intend to say such things to Janna. Janna, a young and carefree girl, who does not need to hear of such unpleasant things in this moment.

❝ I believe so as well. I know my daughter, and I do think she is fond of you. ❞  After all, Raskreia is quite blunt, much more than she seems to think at times. His daughter would hardly sit through something she doesn’t deem necessary, unless it is out of pure respect. But still, he thinks she would make her opinion very clear anyway.

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「  nobletod  」

Ｌ ─── If one assumed young & frail heiress to be as most would see a daughter to wealthy parents ― weak, helpless, a little lamb ― woe be to such a naive soul. Indeed, her appearance was far from a fighter’s, but it was her weapon, a weapon so deadly that enemy sees it when it was too late. Just like the she managed to fend off with good precision & a piece of broken glass that lied around ( it didn’t matter where it came from ) she hid inside her palm. True, her own hand bled, no less than the pain-struck face before her, but it was a minimal price for the seconds of inattentiveness & the flight that ultimately led to her desired result. Her FREEDOM.

❝ Beware to cross my path next time. This ‘crazy whore’ won’t show mercy if you do. ❞

Perhaps her words were not as audible as she could wish while the basement’s door, with piercing squeaking, gave in & locked ( another gift of time to escape ), but nonetheless this individual should be grateful she did not call the police in the first place. For now. It was an act of kindness, a chance for her failed abductor to change his ways. Yes, she will keep track of what will happen in the future, there were always eyes & ears to question in this area.

And like the wind, she took her path out, away, away before her little trick goes into nothing.

↪ cont. // @thelambsofiscariot

『  GRADEUS HAS NEVER HAD TO  』 face a counterattack from a victim before. Now that he thinks about it, it was a stupid choice to run, instead of to stay and to overpower; what will a piece of glass to do him, when he’s had much worse injury? And yet, he ran, because for the first time thus far, he’s feared someone he’s chosen to kill. And fear is something that Gradeus has always gone out of his way to avoid feeling. 

And there he is in the basement, having just picked up Messad from where he’s placed it in the corner, when he hears the door swing shut and lock. Fury is hot in his blood – how dare Seira chase him off and lock him in like this, like a frightened animal? Gradeus grits his teeth, ramming his shoulder against the door with a piercing scream. It shakes under the force of his bodily strength, but it’s not enough. He tries again, and again… to no avail.

❝ You fucking BITCH— ❞  is all he manages before he heard the clacking of her heels heading up the stairs from the basement. What’s the fucking point if she’s going to walk out and not even listen to him?

He will not be made a fool of by some little princess. But still, he’s just about to swing Messad to the wood of the door when… fuck. Now that he’s taken a moment to pace the basement, to consider his options, he realises – that fuck, he’s not really particularly inclined to kill Seira at all now. He’s long established whom he feels comfortable taking Messad’s blade to: girls who aren’t too weak (the very first woman he killed screamed and cried all night, and that kind of girl just pisses him off)... but at the same time, girls who aren’t strong, either. Seira has now crossed into the upper limit of his boundaries, and he’s not sure what exactly he should think about that.

This isn’t Gradeus’ home; his small apartment is deep in the city, and this place lives on the outskirts of town. But it doesn’t take him long to get his head around his surroundings, because he’s no idiot. He has scouted the place out before. It takes him only a moment to locate the tiny egress window set right at the top of the far wall that opens up to the back garden. It’s tiny, but it’s all he has since the door won’t budge; he kicks a chair below it, and finds that the window, though rusted shut, opens up with a good strong yank. Dust and rust scatters, scraping from the sill as he pries the thing open. He reaches through, and pulls himself out and onto the barren dirt of the backyard. He’s just barely small enough to fit through; he doesn’t need to take Messad with him this time.

She must be on the ground floor by now. If he’s fast enough, he can meet her right at the door. Though suddenly, he realises as he’s leaping the backyard’s fence, Gradeus has no idea what he will do with her if — when — he manages to get his hands on her… now that killing might out of the picture. Might.

He supposes he’s just going to have to find out what happens.

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ooc: hmmmm I could actually write posts for this blog... or I could do the paperwork and the essay I’m actually supposed to do... or I could play Team Fortress 2 and just chill and do nothing useful at all.

... TF2 it is.

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"If you want to stop me, you'll have to kill me."

[ SWAN PRINCESS STARTERS || accepting though this was from ages ago! ]

♱ @paradiseburnt  //  yuna & urokai

『  ADMITTEDLY NOT A NOVEL IDEA  』 to Urokai, though of course he’s never seriously entertained it. And though he would rather not see one of his few sources of fun and amusement dead, he is curious…

He gives her a sidelong glance, accompanied shortly by a look of suspicion. ❝ Whatever it is you plan to do, if it’s going to be something troublesome, do not involve me. ❞

And what exactly does she want to do? Pick a fight again... perhaps, with him? Though, he would hardly be opposed to that.He leaves it open for her to elaborate, though he doesn’t expect any clear answer… it's even a surprise that she said that much. Is this a warning for him to run away, before she does anything possibly worse than making him carry her bags?

Though if she’s trying to imply that she wants to fight him to the death, she might have to think again – as good a time as their little duels are, Urokai doesn’t plan on getting himself killed anytime soon.

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「  mosaiical  」

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        “You look a little lost, if I may say so.”

The main church was usually empty, apart from sundays and the rare elderly person looking for company and comfort in the presence of the young priest. A small community of hardly a thousand inhabitants in a rural area, an inornate church that seemed to get emptier each year. Thus, he was surprised to see someone here - someone young, and someone new. Though Thomas most certainly did not know everyone in town, he knew all those who attended church regularly, and none of them a one-eyed redhead. Maybe he moved here only recently.

For the first couple of minutes, he had not bothered the man in case he had come here to pray or light a candle. However, he did not look like a tourist either, and thus, Thomas approached the stranger, hands folded in front of his torso.

                            “Can I help you?”       

『  ESCAPING FROM ZARGA’S NAGGING  』 proves to be just as little of a hassle as usual. For someone who claims to be strict, the man really has poor management... at least when it comes to Urokai, anyway, because Urokai is nonetheless easily able to slip out one of the many doors of the Union facility they’re shacked up at this time. It’s been a while since he’s been in this neck of the woods... he doesn’t remember it as clearly as he would like. Though, maybe he should count it as a blessing. If he had remembered everything there was to see, then he might as well die now before boredom forces him to enter eternal sleep. 

They’ve been assigned to a location that Urokai considers to be the middle of absolute nowhere, with not so much as one crowded shopping plaza nearby. Discontent to go back to the facility in defeat, however, in a daze he lets his feet wander as they will. It’s just a coincidence that they take him into a local church. He doesn’t even realise it until he’s inside, lingering in the aisle between the rows of pews, when the voice of what seems to be one of the brothers (or perhaps a priest) snaps him out of his state of disengagement. 

Urokai doesn’t really feel like having conversation, and so he settles for looking in the opposite direction and ignoring the annoyance that’s just arrived. When he glances back, however, the human has not gone away as Urokai had hoped that he would.

... he heaves a bitter sigh, and turns back.  ❝ There is nothing I need. I was just... having a look around. ❞  That much from Urokai was already an incredible feat. After all, if he were in any less of a mood to be pleasant, then he would have turned around and left already.

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「  ancientcalamity  」

     ♔ ｓｅｒｅｎｄｉｐｉｔｙ – —   ┐

       “Ohhh…? Yet another one of ya are here. Frankenstein did say I still had people to meet,” he could only laugh, waving his hand while sipping the iced coffee in his hand. He’d been lost in thought, focused on other things but he leans back into the chair, crossing his legs. 

  “Well, clearly, I’m drinking something right now, but I’m assuming you mean here in general,” the sarcastic remark flowed off his tongue, his hand moving to set the cup back down and draw back to rest in front of him. He moves to rest his head on his fist, grinning. 

  Time to go through this again. 

  “I’m here to grant a wish from you all and as someone who’ll be working with your dear ol’ leader Raizel. 

                Pleased to meet ya; I am the god,

                                    Yato.” 

He doesn’t do anything extravagant, simply picking the cup up once again and staring at the blond in front of him. “What’s yer name, kid?”

『  A VISIBLE SCOWL APPEARS ON  』 Rael’s lips at the comment. It feels mocking, and there is nothing more Rael dislikes than being made fun of. However, it’s brushed aside quickly enough as the man shifts and changes the topic, finally answering Rael’s question.

Frankenstein? Wait, so the houseowner approved this — this person to be here? Rael gives the man a good look up and down. There’s a feeling about this Yato person that is distinctly… not human. And oddly familiar in a way, although Rael can’t quite place it. For now, however, if Frankenstein of all people allowed this man to stay...

❝ I am Rael Kertia. Brother of Rajak Kertia, the clan leader of the Kertia family. ❞  These words are spoken with pride. Of course, Rael must state his brother’s name with the air of dignity and respect that it deserves!

❝ Who are you, Yato? Clearly, you are no human. ❞  

The word ❛god❜ has often been used loosely throughout the ages, and by many different species. After all, according to Rajak and the other older clan leaders, nobles were once revered as gods, as well as a great deal many powerful spirits and demons. 

❝ What sort of god are you, then? And what are you doing with the Noblesse? ❞

... though, what wish does Yato mean? Rael doesn’t have any wishes, per se… well, of course, there is the obvious one (meant for only Seira J. Loyard). But none other, surely?

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has riri been getting bolder with her noblesse muses? maybe. send your greetings to the family leader of the akanishi clan, a noble family that specializes in medicine, illusions, and friendly communal relationships between humans, nobles, and werewolves. due to the fact that half the clan is usually dedicated to affairs outside of lukedonia, they aren’t usually received very well by the home base clans. perhaps with this new generation, things may start to change. here’s hoping though, because the family leader is walking a very thin line at the moment…

but ayyy. was that a decent paraphrase? -finger guns- if you’d like to interact with this noblesse oc that i totally did not bend canon’s arm for, please like and/or reblog this post so i can know who’s on the affirmative side~ information about the clan and history is under my navi link. the rest of the links are not as elusive on my page~