FOR OUR CAUSE

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.”                                                

FULL NAME : Munakata Reisi NICKNAME : Boss Megane, Munakata-san, M͓̺͙̖ ͍̭̹̬̺U̫͕͙͖͇ ̼̫̮̗N͖̪ ̗̣̥̦͍A̲̩̗͔H̭̮̖̫̙̼ ̼K̹̱AH̤͓T͙͍͙͚̻A̹̤͙̦̺̻̫, varying insults, Captain(shitsucho) TITLE : Captain of Scepter 4, The Blue King, The King of Order, the Fourth King.

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╳   FLAWS.

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    As a man who plans events four years in advance, everything was properly in place. All that was required now was to find THE ELUSIVE....

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.”

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?”

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?”

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

Fatigue was an interesting concoction, capable of disallowing even the most simple of expectations to surface in the midst of CHAOS - neglect was such a harrowing thing, and the KING OF ORDER deigned to admit to it as any fault of his.While most would balk at their esteemed leadership being given an unmarked package, there was quiet insistence among a select few, who had not the heart to remind their captain that this date should hold meaning to him. Sight as a waning sunset would question the parcel but an incomplete inquiry fell short from a silver tongue as the one who delivered it essentially ran from his office. No truly distinguishing marks, a suspicious shade of bow… this was…?A swordsman’s finesse to make quick work of the obstructions in his path, a light tilt of the head as a distinct aroma eased troubled senses into overlooking the instability that threatened his SANCTUM, even if for a mere moment.

        “Mm - this isn’t average Silver Needle… ah.. White Hair..?”

There were few that indulged the enigmatic King in his love affair with the tea leaf, and even fewer who could boast knowing his preferences, or having access to a gem such as this.          … if even amidst all this, she had gone out of her way to remind him of his own existence.. then how could he hope to languish in a prison of his own making?   Just for today, at least.         A softness forged from the tender frost shaved off rigid ice, the smile was genuine and almost melancholy, as he hoisted himself from a cold throne, moving to share time with those who may also remember the date.        A glance askance, to the gift that still rested on polished wood, an oath spoken almost in reverence, before he departed.

                                             “… Thank you.”

      murasaki would be lying if she said she was feeling anxious about being called into munakata’s office suddenly. all her actions leading up to now were racing through her head, the witch attempting to figure out which one was the cause to warrant a possible talking to. she handed her reports in on time ( even though they sometimes seemed to annoy fushimi and she was called to rewrite them ), she followed protocol ( at least, she was hoping she was; she’s so use to complete and utter chaos that she’s sure she’s slipped up ) and she had been nothing but respectful, if not a tad bit of a pushover, since joining scepter 4 in their cause. perhaps, he was curious about her change of heart ? or was it some kind of personal strain checkup ? she wasn’t entirely sure how scepter 4 went about doing checkups on their own strains, but she didn’t have much time to mull over anymore possibilities as she found herself in front of his office doors. she took a slow deep breath before releasing it, knuckles tapping against the wooden door before she opened the door, peering in.

      “ ah… uh… you… wanted to see me, captain.. ? “ the woman hesitated, greyish gaze locking onto the blue king’s figure, watching as his blue aura illuminated him, small, glittering flakes dancing off of him before disappearing into nothing. the sight of his aura alone was always enough to make murasaki stop in her tracks, and the strain was guilty of often staring for a bit too long at it, as if she was waiting for it’s behavior to change suddenly.

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Soft was the down of an infant grackle making ruckus as though it were an eldritch raven, and gentle was the maw that lifted it from an empty nest - hers was a tranquil presence, befitting of the FIGHT AND FIRE that lurked deep within a worried, stormcloud gaze.     The King was privy to all the ups and downs, flights and families that she had had to endure the loss of, and while his mission was first and foremost, ORDER, he had nothing but respect for a STRAIN that made their own way.           - - A tragedy, but she would do better here, where her capabilities could be nurtured and her condition monitored.              (You always send me the troublesome strays, Suoh.) The thought cut cold and deep, as cold as blood-drenched snow, pooling crimson, waning, CHERISHED life between each finger.    She was strong, as well, to face him without judgement, while his spirit chipped and cracked, slowly, from the SIN of halting another king’s(a friend’s) progress.

                          “Yes, Ohara-kun - please, sit down.”

Elegance in spades, a gesture was made towards a wooden chair before his desk, gently steaming green tea prepared in case it suited her.

  “Don’t look so concerned, my company will never result in a lecture, I assure you.               Fushimi-kun and Awashima-kun are far more suited to the practice.  I merely wish to know how you’re settling in.”

      hatred burned in tsuyoshi’s eyes as he stared at munakata, reisi, the feeling boiling deep inside his stomach. rationally, the king knew that munakata wasn’t to blame for ANYTHING, he had no direct contact with the colorless king prior to suoh’s damocles down, so the fox’s rage was simply misdirected. but… he couldn’t HELP it. the true object of his rage was hiding away somewhere like a pathetic COWARD, too afraid to face the damage he had done to the king, perhaps ? 

        ( doubtful !! very doubtful, our king ! that birdbrain moronic coward feels no remorse, we’re sure of it !!                   continue to dismantle them all ! start crushing muna - chan !! his damcoles must be weak ! it must be ! )

      “ nehh ~ munakata - chi ~ ! it’s been a while since i last saw your DISGUSTING, hideous face !! how’ve ya been, hm ~ ? did’ya miss me ~ ? “ tsuyoshi hummed melodically, clasping his hands together, holding them against his cheek as he lightly bounced on the tips of his toes, a low growl vibrating the base of his throat.

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It was true, the individual who had perpetrated such a grievous crime against the ORDER (A crime against a friend) by which he revered, he had never spoken a word to.    The presence of another with such a persistent pendulum of duty dangling above their head, however, was something easily perceived. Silence reigned, a gaze as a crosshair lowering with infinite patience towards the delicate hide of a filthy scavenger, the FANGS of the frigid monarch held tight at his hip.    A sacrifice for nothing, it seemed - the COWARDICE OF THE IMMORTAL had only managed to splinter his soul by forcing his blade.. and in the place of the CHAOS he cherished..           ...was who....?  THIS WAS THE KING OF NOTHING.                              WHO RULED NOTHING.               WHO WAS (( NOTHING. )) A surge of frigid power, hoarfrost glistening as violet pools alit with all the incredulous, frozen hell that he promised to bring down upon the soulless mask that DARED MASQUERADE AS A KING - he had read the reports in regards to capabilities, and his gelid gaze locked solidly with the puppet before him, a silent dare to enter his SANCTUM if the fool wished for solace from their obvious lunacy. Even without his sword in the sky, there was an obvious crackle to the azure power the Blue King boasted that betrayed an instability, but a creature such as this WOULD NEVER CAUSE HIM TO FALL.

                                     “Oya.             I would appreciate a more formal term of address,                                                           as I do not believe we have formally met.                             You cannot possibly believe there is merit to this interaction,              and if so, you have grievously underestimated my stance.”

The venom that trickled from a gilded tongue clawed havoc at idle lips, a howl that threatened to escape and shift the scene to a massacre - it was interesting, to see how much he was willing to risk, just at the sight of this thing.

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

WE SHALL SUFFER NO CHAOS WITHIN OUR SANCTUM - and so it was, from within, or without, any entity with the enigmatic tyrant’s domain would be... disinclined from breaching the strict boundaries he had in place about the city.     If a suspect was deemed cogent and sound and without GUILT, they were free to their peace, just the same as anyone - but under his jurisdiction, was  those far more susceptible to the lure of using their gifts for gain.       - - - the government had no sway over someone within his custody, as long as he insisted they were a STRAIN, and the gelid tyrant had no intention of revealing something beyond a human’s limited range of comprehension, even stretched by the progress the Slates had granted them.

        A violet oasis reflected the beast with unreadable tact - bemusement teased fair flesh in the afterimage of a smirk, a decisive bass lowered to the distant roar of a glacier, bracing to capsize an incoming vessel. 

  “A keen observation, but one that holds little merit without action. If you wish to woo me into a lax guard, you would have to be quite skilled with those hands, Viral-kun.                 Tea is an artform, after all.”

The foreign entity was no prisoner, the apparent understanding of his situation in regards to the rest of the populace a boon to his freedoms and comfort within Scepter 4 - a soldier of some kind, perhaps? - and as such, he was free to roam as long as he remained within grounds, and within sight.

 “You seem to be recovering well enough, if you have enough energy to solicit company.”