♔ YOUR KING.

sinbad, king of the seven seas most influential playboy and dungeon captor from sindria. | affiliated with citta alveare | magoi manipulation, bling, Q-3

[the-child-assassin]

Ja’far nodded in agreement with Sinbad’s final decision, reaching into the inner chest pocket of his drabe to pull out that small white card that had the letters ‘L-5’ written upon it. “I was given a letter and a number as well. Maybe this is some sort of address or a room number, like that of an inn.” 

Feeling significantly more relaxed to have his old and trusted friend with him, the chancellor found it much easier to think clearly without worrisome thoughts grasping for his attention. Any shred of familiarity in a strange world like this was something worth holding on to. At least now he more or less had a job to do, which came as a completely different sort of relief since he could never stand to be idle for too long. 

“It seems we will have to walk from here. I have heard of these large carriages that seem to pull themselves, but I don’t think they would allow you to ride them looking like that.” The less Sinbad was out of the public eye, the better. 

[treasuresunclothed]

He couldn't help but glance around some. It was embarrassing, but even though there were eyes on him, he didn't really seem to feel it as much as he thought he possibly would. Being naked wasn't really that bad, anyways, considering it felt like he started off all his adventures with just a fig leaf as his friend. Either way, clothing was still going to be a comfort to have (and much warmer, at that) that he wouldn't deny, at this point in time.

He just settled on reaching forward, expression softening as a hand rested on the shorter's shoulder to give a small squeeze. Things were going to be alright, and he had to assure him somehow or another when this time, his power wasn't really playing a factor in whether or not things would be as nice as he wanted them to be. Not that things were going to take some getting used to, on his part, as well, because it was a strange feeling to be in a land where you WEREN'T king.

He just kept his smile, removing his hand and motioning towards one of the carts. Maybe if there was a way to tell the cart their location needed, it'd go towards it.

"I'm sure these don't have too much recognition to how I look. Maybe we should see if we can take one? It seems a bit easier and less embarrassing than walking through the streets to our destination."

[treasuresunclothed]

10000 apologies for being inactive but i am hopping on replies asap.

i just got swamped and am planning on getting my act together.

[treasuresunclothed]

You are approached by a stranger, whose seemingly amicable aura may or may not be putting you at ease. But then, as he closes the distance between the two of you, he pulls out a bag of ice he had procured from God knows where. In the next moment, you practically feel like your back has been transported to the Siberian Desert and the ice in said bag is no longer there.

More than uncomfortable and totally not acceptable because you are probably more than startled and jump.

This is not what you asked for.

Deeming today as pick on the King day, even though your status means nothing, here.

Dammit.

[treasuresunclothed]

drinking for sport. { open! }

[fanalism]

Morgiana hadn’t been keeping count of the days spent in Hive City either. Rather, she found that there was something more important than that, and while she was able to manage to find her apartment and get some proper rest — and needless to say the modern feel of the apartment and beds were so new to her that she found herself restless the first few nights — she had spent her days running around each sector, searching and searching for familiar faces, or anything that could provide some information to her or help her.

Weaving carefully through the crowds, she found herself in an unfamiliar district, the stores and streets on a whole new different feeling, and she wasn’t quite sure where she was. But of course, exploring would easily fix that — is what crosses her mind just as her eyes catch the sight of a certain king standing on the side of the street, glancing around —  he seemed lost?

But ah, finally finding someone she knew in the midst of all these unfamiliar faces was a huge relief to her, even if it wasn’t exactly who she was hoping to find. She was in no position to be picky.

Quickly, she runs to close the distance between them, calling out to him as she approached before stopping in front of him, eyes shining and hands clutching her clothes as her eyes looked over him in disbelief. She couldn’t even begin to explain how happy she was to find him here, but her eyes would probably convey that just fine.

“ Sinbad — ! ”

[treasuresunclothed]

Familiar faces were something that he wanted to see. Actually, familiar faces that weren't his subordinates were something he really would enjoy seeing, because it would give him even more relief to see that there were other people alright from back in the kingdom. Something like that would put another layer of ease to his mind, which was definitely something that he desperately needed, considering the current conditions and predicament he was stuck in.

However, the face that he wasn't expected to see was the young Fanalis. It was still comforting, nonetheless, and even made him a bit happier to see someone so young so well and vibrant. Of course, she was always a quite one, but spoke a bit more than Masrur did, which was nice -- yet he could still read her feeling in her eyes. Honestly, he wished to learn so much more about their tribe and family and lifestyle, but the Dark Continent was a hard and dangerous location to get to, let alone visit, which is why he never had the opportunity.

That was only a passing thought in his mind as he stepped forward to meet the girl, bending down into a crouch to get to her eye-level, considering the fact that there was a very large and very noticeable height difference between the two of them.

Of course, that doesn't stop him from donning a smile. He'd rather give her the comfort that she probably needed, considering it looked like she hadn't seen a single soul that she was familiar with, yet.

"Ah, Morgiana."

And he breathed a sigh of relief once her name was able to come off his tongue. At least coming here hadn't warped any sort of memory. It made him really wonder what sort of 'experiment' they were in for, considering it was probably going to be far more dangerous and complicated than anything back in any empire he knew, back home. Something much more lethal than poison and assassins and Magi, it seemed.

Anyways.

"It's nice to see you! I hope you haven't run into any trouble. Have you not seen a familiar face, up until now? I can't seem to find many, myself. Our young Alibaba and Aladdin must be around somewhere or another.. or so I would hope. It seems we're all disconnected but destiny will surely bring us back together, right?"

Ah yes, a golden tongue like always. Keep it up.

"I would offer some sort of my own protection, but I'm sure you can handle yourself, just fine. Hm?"

[treasuresunclothed]

drinking for sport. { open! }

[hangingwithcrows-deactivated201]

In Sindria, Pisti often dealt with matters concerning international affairs, but she would rather not even poke paperwork and scrolls with a 50-foot stick. Traveling with Spartos was always nice, too. A quiet guy such as he seemed to always be willing to have Pisti accompany her, quich was nice. He was capable of holding his liquor surprisingly well. The Artemyurian on the other hand….. well, it can be a little embarrassing. 

Without allowing the confinements of her room swallow her whole, the blonde found travelling about to be best. Her legs needed a stretch, but it was evening time and there wasn’t much to do. 

Wait, is that —

“Your Highness!”

It was King Sinbad! He was probably out looking for a drink, but that didn’t urk her in the slightest. She was just so thrilled to see him out and about just as she was. 

“Over here, sir!” she called to him, then eagerly made her way over to her king with the lightest skip in her step.

[treasuresunclothed]

He probably looks clueless, by now. Probably more than clueless and riddled with worry and a lot of stress because who knows what could be happening with his country, right now. A lot of it was sheer worry, because Kou could be invading any moment at hearing that Sindria's king had gone without any word as to where he was even going, in the first place. It was worrisome, to think of the things that could happen while he was away without all of his generals and himself there.

However, he was trying to tell himself not to worry. They were probably safe and sound and sleeping well, or so he would like to think. It was probably much more than wishful thinking, at that, because who knows what could happen with war on the horizon.

At least .. well, despite this city being distinctly different and nothing like the culture he had grown up in and become used to over the years, it was peaceful. For now. Peace was something he could live with and something that helped him strive, in Sindria.

Peace would also be worth a bit more if someone he knew was around, other than Jafar.

But, of course, there was time for that, considering there was a high voice that sounded very familiar coming from somewhere. But -- where?

The king took a moment to shift his footing, glancing around casually at all levels because who knows the height of a person, especially considering how tall he was.

Ah! There.

And a smile spreads quickly to his features, giving a wave and walking the rest of the way to meet the small girl.

"Pisti! So good of you to be here. I was beginning to worry that I was going to be stuck with Jafar constantly and never hear the end of him scolding me. I had the fear I'd never see another glass of wine in my life."

And he paused, smile softening a bit.

"How are you fairing? I hope coming here hasn't been too troublesome. I can tell it has been, for some, though I'm still not completely sure about what's going on. Hm."

Thank god.

[treasuresunclothed]

introduce us as your mun aka ooc?

alright uhh.

slaps this under a read more in case people don’t want to see it.

yo. my name is heaven.

yes it’s real and no i don’t need to hear any pickup lines because i’ve probably heard them before.

i’m old but not that old i just feel old which is technically 19. i’m a college student studying fashion design and merchandising and getting a certificate in nursing assistance and with a minor in theatre/dance.

i like cosplay and watching anime and feel like i have a pretty full schedule all the time but still find the time to do the things i enjoy.

i like talking to people a lot so hit me up on skype or some other form of communication, just ask. i don’t mind if it’s tumblr/twitter/etc.

i’ve been a pretty avid rper in a bunch of different fandoms and mfrps and independently for a really long time. i used to be at citta as bon from ao no exorcist and don’t think i had any other blogs here?? as far as i remember.

i like rping a lot and typically reply pretty quick and sometimes get carried away and write really lengthy things but i don’t mind if they’re long or short, really.

i look like this and pictures of me out of cosplay don’t exist because i don’t really show my face otherwise. if you want a description though i’ve got long blonde hair, green eyes, 5’8, 35-26-37.

i’m either a boy a girl i guess it just depends on your preference PFT.

[treasuresunclothed]

drinking for sport. { open! }

He's been here for who knows how long. Probably only a few days, but he lost track of time easily when there weren't daily tasks set about. In all honesty, it was almost upsetting and making him uneasy to be without work, which was actually pretty strange for him, considering the fact that he wasn't used to WANTING to work. He preferred leaving papers and scrolls and who knows what else to Jafar and the others, because reading for so long and wrapping his mind around so many requests and treaties and other plans for the country could really fry his brain quick.

Of course, there was always a cure for that.

Alcohol.

He didn't like to consider himself an alcoholic, even if each one of his eight generals (including Masrur, surprisingly) had to point out and agree with one another that Sinbad had a problem with alcohol. It wasn't exactly his fault, or so he thought. He just enjoyed the taste and it was something that loosened him up. Of course, it typically got him scolded for one reason or another, whether he was hitting on one of his said generals or bedding enough women to last him the rest of the week.

Sadly, drinking was a commonality in Sindria, and it was something he missed. It wasn't the same going without his favourite wine and not having at least one cup (always bigger than the others and deemed as his 'favourite') to unwind from long and laborious days of work. It was beginning to become more common, as well, considering the black rukh that had recently been dwelling in his system with the upcoming and impending attacks of war and what side was going to be taken.

God, it gave him a headache just thinking about it.

However, today was (hopefully) going to be different. He wanted to get a drink, but WHERE happened to be the problem. Which is why he actually decided to brave the outside world and find a nice and (hopefully) quiet bar where he'd be able to enjoy a bottle of wine peacefully without many or any disturbances.

Just --

Now that he was out, where exactly was a bar?

"This city is so troublesome compared to Sindria," he breathed out, casually glancing around.

God, did he need the help.

[treasuresunclothed]

[the-child-assassin]

“Perhaps this outrageous detour might have some redeeming qualities after all. The lesser your alcohol dependency becomes, the better off you will be.” Especially in such an alien world. Who knows what sort of trouble an inebriated king could get into.

“I hardly see how being a decorated panhandler would be considered endearing.”

[treasuresunclothed]

He can't help but smile at the statement, considering it has felt like awhile since he's gotten to hear so much concern from the younger man. He just settles on nodding, arms crossing over his chest.

"I guess we'll find out, though I'd like to at least have a drink once in awhile. Where would I be without one? After all, I raised a fine country still drinking." Still drinking but not an alcoholic.

He just exhales, giving a shrug.

"Either way, no one said you had to panhandle. Maybe you could dance in such an elaborate outfit. That's always enjoyable, right?"

[treasuresunclothed]

How do you feel about Jafar and Judal, considering they both affect your kingdom to some extent, at times.

Jafar is merely one of my many loyal generals. He's a very trustworthy young man, despite being hot headed, at times. Not that I say I can mind, since it's gotten much better from the time that we became a pair years ago when I was busy adventuring and capturing dungeons. I don't think I'll go too much into that, however, since that possibly may have been a dark time for many of us.

Otherwise, I care greatly for him. He thankfully keeps me in check, though I sometimes feel I get scolded too much (mainly for drinking), though I just assume it's out of care and out of doing his duty of protecting me. I would gladly take him on another adventure and give my life for his, like my other subordinates. They're all indispensable to me, and I would like to do what I can for them while I can as their King and leige.

As for Judal .. hm.

I can't say that he's anything less than a headache, the majority of the time. He's a ticking time bomb and no one is exactly sure how to handle him. However, I would gladly risk myself for my kingdom to battle him, if the time ever came to that. Though.. I hope it wouldn't. I'm not too sure if that'd be considered wishful thinking, but I would keep my eye on him, anyways.

However, I can't exactly deny that his random appearances in Sindria don't go un-enjoyed. I suppose the country gets too quiet, at times, and my adventures became less and less when the cap was set to seven for dungeons (meaning I am no longer able to explore them and capture them, for myself), and I just need something to get my blood pumping and boiling with the excitement of something new and something brewing. He aids to this, being as unpredictable as he is, though I suppose I welcome it with semi-open arms with thoughts of keeping my country safe, at the same time.

[treasuresunclothed]

have you considered that the real reason yamuraiha made you stop flirting was because she was jealous that you weren't flirting with her too

Oh?

Haha, I kind of doubt that, but who knows.

I'm pretty sure that woman would try to hit me and have my head if I took a moment to flirt with her!

[the-child-assassin]

treasuresunclothed replied to your post: Are you a gypsy

I think you’d be cute as a gypsy.

“We’ve hardly even been here for several days. Don’t tell me that you’ve already started drinking.” That had to be some kind of joke, right?

[treasuresunclothed]

"I haven't had a drink at all, though it sounds nice, right about now. Consider me completely devoid of alcohol, currently."

There's a lighthearted laugh here because god why is he always being scolded for everything? They aren't even in their country, currently.

"It was just a simple statement, Jafar. No need to take it into consideration, just a passing thought."

[kyklon]

“Tell my Master not to fraternize with women for a day and he covers himself in babes barely pulled from their crib.”

“It is an acception to the rule, but not one that will win our country a good name at all.”

[treasuresunclothed]

Huff huff huff.

"I wasn't hitting on anyone. I was simply getting to know another around these parts, considering that we're all from foreign places so why not make new ties while we can?"

Goddammit.

[treasuresunclothed]

The corners of her lips turned upward in a smile. "Beautiful? Oh my--you surely know how to please a girl.." A tint of salmon brushed upon her cheeks. "What is your name, handsome~?"

“I’m not one to brag and say it’s a talent, but it just might be.”

And he allows himself to shrug. How does one avoid hitting on a woman right in front of him? Because this is really hard and something that he never learned to do. That was probably THE most cruel dare and he’d surely have to make Yamu pay him back somehow or another, later on.

Somehow.

God, girls are cute when they blush.

Oh — right.

“I’m Sinbad, King of Sindria. It’s nice to make your acquaintance. Your name, milady?”

[treasuresunclothed]

Scurries behind the man she's never seen before and reaches out to the butt making weird noises.

Possibly jumps a bit, more because of the noises than being touched.

..

Why today.

Maybe if you ignore them, they’ll go away.

Nopenopenope.

[treasuresunclothed]

"Why hello there, cutie ~"

“Well, hey there.”

“You’re cute, yourself. I —.”

Pause, because this isn’t the way it’s supposed to be going and goddammit Yamu was probably going to have your head (or something else) by the end of the day.

“I mean, you’re quite a beautiful woman.”

Cough.

[treasuresunclothed]

I dare you to resist the advances of any attractive woman you see today, Milord.

Act on?

I —

Oh, wait.

Resist?

That’s the cruelest thing you could ever do to me, Yamuraiha.

(Besides, girls here aren’t as easy to pick up as they are back in Sindria, unfortunately..)