#tigerflames

Senjurou stood close to the window, watching his gingerbread cookies bake before his eyes. Two of them, one much smaller than the other: a Senjurou cookie, and a Kyoujurou cookie, side by side. Senjurou did his best designing them, but he found the digital screens a little tricky to use.

When they were done and the tray popped out with the finished and cooled-down-enough cookies, Senjurou gingerly took them in his hands, looking down at them with a small smile. Close enough, he thought.

He left the table behind and, still looking down at the cookies in his hand, started to walk off in the direction he knew the soup pot was in. Both a blessing and a curse that he wasn’t watching where he was going, as after some distance he walked straight into the back of someone else.

He stumbled back and accidentally broke the right arm off of his Senjurou cookie. Whether it was from the initial bump or him tightening his grip on reflex after, he couldn’t tell.

Senjurou finally looked up now, as the person was turning around... and if the hair didn’t make it obvious (it did—it was enough to make Senjurou freeze in disbelief on its own) then seeing Kyoujurou’s face when he finally turned sealed the deal.

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With the very same vibrant personality that she remembered. "The family resemblance is striking. Were it not for your expression, I would have assumed that I was meeting your younger brother for a second time, Rengoku-san."

“You seem well.”

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It’s been difficult to try and maneuver her way around the city in the midst of the blizzard, one that is strikingly similar to that of which she had experienced before she had ever arrived here and had still not yet gained control over her powers. It seemed like so long ago now... And with her abilities having been weakened so significantly upon arrival, it was hopeless for her to try and take control over the flurry, having already nearly worn herself out from fruitless attempts made earlier in the day. Her best course of action would be to find a place sturdy enough to take shelter until the worst of it would wear off. Hopefully.

She has been lucky to not have run into any unwanted company thus far but a flash of yellow and red further ahead in the midst of the blurring white sticks out to her and she squints both from the severity of the winds as well as in an effort to make the figure clearer. She has her suspicions from the get-go (his flamboyant appearance is hard to mistake) but still finds herself surprised, nonetheless, when she draws nearer-- albeit slowly-- and they are confirmed. “Oh! It really is you...!”

She hadn’t even gotten his name the first time that they had spoken but she recalls that he has not been a resident of the city for very long and must be just as baffled as any other newcomer. Though she never knows what to expect of this place, she learned rather early-on that anything, even the seemingly impossible, could happen at any time. And though it is well among her many duties as a queen to never abandon another in need, there is also no doubt that she takes pity on him for his bad timing. To have only recently arrived and be forced to experience something so unpleasant is very unfortunate. 

“Have you been hurt?” Her voice comes out far louder than intended, desperate to be heard over the howling of the wind that rings in her ears.

“Is it? I hadn’t really noticed.” It’s no understatement, as temperature has never affected her the same as it does most others due to obvious circumstances and there was even once a time where his comment would have caused Elsa to recoil, horrified and guilt-stricken but she has grown so much from that point; has learned through love and kindness that she doesn’t have to apologize or hide who she is. Instead the queen smiles, voice light and playful as she regards the other’s appearance and thinks back to the abilities that he possesses had spoken of to her before, “And here I would have thought that you’d be able to handle a little bit of cold, what with all that fire and flames that you speak of.”

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Kyoujurou!

You will be housed in TOWNHOUSE 259.

You will retain the use of second style: ascending blazing sky up to five times daily. you’ll also be given a wooden sword to make it more fun in trying to use!