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◤     ♛     ◥  —– THE MASK THAT concealed the monsters face behind it was lifted for just a moment. As much as she would’ve liked some tea, there were more important matters to attend to. Clawed fingers scratched at the scar that was lowest on her face, her mouth opened to speak, but a croak was the only thing that came out. She almost fucking forgot that she couldn’t speak without the mask on, but she didn’t like the voice Emeric and Sher had given it. It was far too deep and scary, so she rarely ever used that feature. If she could’ve groaned, she would’ve, but even that would’ve come out as a croak.

      ❝ Must I do the password? You know exactly who I am, and what I come for. ❞ Well, what she normally comes for. Sometimes she’d come for the mint green tea, since that was her favorite. ❝ … Nice hair. ❞

      Luckily the mask hid her face, and the annoyance she had on it. The password was always terrible, she wasn’t sure how Emeric managed. When it came to her by herself, then she struggled to say it.

「❃♗❃」 Izana clapped his hands together in a type of happy dance. Not only did he love being complimented but he loved pressing the little button underneath his desk to open those fancy new secret doors he installed just as much. Where once there were cast-iron Hoshidan-made tea pots and cups was now a silver-walled hallway (of doom, as izana liked to call it).

Honestly, he’d had so many customers lately he wasn’t quite sure he did know who this lady was. Perhaps if he had gotten a better look at her he would say differently. 

“Uh! Hey! My fish!” As he was being pulled away, he dropped his food. Darnit, it took him forever to catch that. He’d ran out of bait awhile ago so he was having to rely on dumb luck.

Well, he supposed this was his life now. Wherever he’d ended up it was already leaps and bounds better then where he began. For starters, this noble-guy actually wanted him around, rather then just accusing him of random things. Though he wondered if maybe he should be insulted that he wanted to clean the Wanderer up. “Wait where are you taking me? Who even are you?”

「❃♗❃」 “Come come, come come, no dilly-dallying. You must be absolutely dying out here! I will save you!” Izana’s grip was vice-like on the boy as he basically dragged him out of the woods. “Oh the Gods must have sent me down this path so i might find you and take you away from your dreadful poor life! The drama!”

They breached the forest line in minutes, Izana hadn’t listened to a word this guy had said during their trip, in fact he had been more interested in getting back inside his castle. He had only just heard the other ask on their destination.

「❃♗❃」 Izana stood, stunned at the person who he had seen pass him on the way to the mess hall. Not stunned because he had seen them, no, but stunned that he hadn’t the fondest idea who this person was at all. Most people he could open up quickly and easily like a good book... But something was different about this one. He could sense she was special but he wasn’t entirely sure for what reason. Hopefully she hadn’t seen him staring 

“I do know a little magic. At least well enough to get me to where I am today thanks to my father.” Kazuki mentioned, before his cheeks reddened by the unexpected wink, “You’re too kind, Archduke.” He had heard many stories of the great Archduke Izana, but meeting him in person- This was a dream come true!

“Awesome! I mean-” He regained composure, “Yes. Thank you. I will do my best to put on the best performance you’ve ever seen.” He only hoped the Gods would smile on him and give him a good audience. When it came to his music, the world was so split in half. There were many criticizers, but among them were a few fans.

He secretly hoped Archduke Izana would be one of them once he heard his music.

Suddenly he got slightly nervous, with his palms sweating. He slipped the shamisen hanging on his back into his hands, a method he always used to calm down and keep his hands occupied. “Pardon me, Archduke. I would love to chat with you more, but perhaps I should go practice. If you need anything, don’t be afraid to interrupt.”

「❃♗❃」 The archduke watched with a smile as the other lost and regained his composure a few times before finally calming himself. This man was quite amusing. In fact he reminded Izana a lot of himself in more than a few aspects.

 He could see the nervousness in the bard’s eyes as he brought out his shamisen for comfort (izana assumed). Izana stood from his seat in front of the other, flipping his hair in the process. 

“I feel I am deserving of a private audience” He stated, bringing his fan up to his eyes. It made him seem mysterious, or at least that’s what Izana had hoped. “Oh i absolutely must listen to you juuuuust once before you preform! Please, for me?”

tl;dr : hi sorry i havent been on, personal reasons under the cut. taking a break for mental reasons probably be back next monday or sooner

「❃♗❃」 During the days of darkness that loomed over the city after the ‘war’ Izana had found naught but a few who still appreciated his teas and fortune-telling. It seemed that everyone had moved on to bigger and better things. Mostly: Guns, ammunition, and other ways to make them just as powerful as the super-humans they were facing. Luckily for them he had just the right supply of collectibles. They just had to say the password and they would immediately be granted a wide range of biological psychological and physiological weapons that one had never seen, and might never see again. 

Izana heard the bell to his shop ring a familiar chime. There was a customer.

「❃♗❃」 The dark of the night wasn’t really something Izana was fond of in all honesty. The sunshine and nice cool breeze was much much more inviting than the damp darkness of the night. Besides that no one could see how nice his hair shined in the moonlight! It wasn’t nearly bright enough to provide the right amount of glow. 

It also didn’t help that he felt, no, knew someone was following him.

「❃♗❃」 “Morgan!” Izana shouted from across his room as the girl entered. “Come, come! Come sit down next to me!” With an overzealous wave and a pat to his silken stool the archduke motioned for her to come over.

What had been particularly odd about this situation was that Morgan hadn’t even knocked yet. Honestly the fact he knew her name was a bit surprising as well, considering all of the nobles he had met between their first meeting and now. 

In front of Izana was a large vanity mirror along with a table filled with beauty supplies galore.  Remnants of a face mask were being washed off as he asked:

🎀- Does your muse like to accessorize? What are their favorite pieces of accessories?

「❃♗❃」“of course! I love to accessorize, though most of the time my hair stands on its own. If it ain’t broke don’t fix it, ya know? Other than that I love anything gold, silver, and shiny! I also always have a fan on me; Gotta be mysterious….” 

📱- Is your muse the “oversharing” type?

「❃♗❃」“Me? ‘overshare?’ Never!”

he shares too much only when he’s had too much to drink or you’re particularly good friends. 

📇- Is your muse a gossiper?