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(I’m sorry if they’re too mean aaa ;A;)

Weak. Pathetic. Fearful. 

Those were but the first few words that come to mind as Tannin’s eyes dart over the young prince. And that mask. Oh what a pitiful, little thing, this Hopper…being held back by the very item he seeks comfort in.

It’s cute. He’ll make for a fine plaything.

“The world is pretty scary, huh?” They whisper, their form hunching down on itself as they sporadically squeeze their bony arm in a show of nervousness. “There’s danger around every corner…e-especially for someone of your status… I…I can’t even imagine what it’s like having to be vigilant about assassins. I wouldn’t know who to trust…”

Their forked tongue darts outward. The air around Hopper is teeming with flavor: bitter yet somehow also sour. The taste is full-bodied and robust, like a finely-aged wine. Delicious. 

“A-and people are always watching you. You’re the crown prince, the soon-to-be crown jewel of your kingdom’s society. That’s…that’s a lot of pressure…” Their eyebrows knit together in fear, and they visibly tremble. “All eyes are on you, looking for the slightest imperfection to scrutinize, to criticize, and to vilify. Wh-what if they find something…? And what if…what if you disappoint your fathers…?”

↓(AAAA SPINEBBY!! AND FUUN!! It’s always a delight to interact with you <333) 

Tannin lazily smokes his pipe with a sly grin, letting out long wisps of smoke that swirl about the two. He was reclining in mid-air on a pillowy cloud of his own fumes, floating just high enough to see eye-to-eye with Fuun.

“Wouldn’t you like to know…~” He teases. A smoky tendril wafts under their nose and snakes around their neck. With a snap of his fingers, it pulls them closer until they are splaying atop his lap.

“Buuuuut…” Tannin rises slightly to face them, and his spindly arms reposition and secure Fuun in place. There is another puff of smoke, smelling faintly of vanilla and lavender. “…I suppose I could tell you…from one wretch to another… Now, where should I begin? Ah, let’s start with the ‘mighty’ Leviathan…”

^ ee you too!! i love ur charas and writing akshsjhd//

Mysterious. But, oddly charming, in Fuun's standards. 

Tannin had been one of the very few beings that Fuun couldn't quite figure out. Normally, they could find out what anyone was thinking quite fast, but, Tannin was quite difficult to read. In a way so, that it was almost frustrating. Frustrating, but in a way exciting. Someone who was always a surprise. 

To most, the slimy creature of chaos wouldn't be most's interest in any sort of acquaintance, but Fuun knew they had so much in common. That same sadistic and pleasurable desire to break down the mortals they happened to choose as prey. Fuun was often scolded by the elder gods for their behavior, and even by prisoners in jail and during court. But, for once someone understood. Someone was just as vile and evil as them. 

"Who's your latest victim?" Fuun asked, eyes wide with interest, they wanted to know every detail. "Or better yet, who's been your favorite?"

The feeling toward them, was new. It couldn't be just care or interest, they knew anything they tried would be clear to them. Could it be, possibly, admiration? A brand new taste of emotion and feeling, that Fuun was obsessed with. They wanted to try to keep him around, just to have someone that didn't think they were just crazy. 

Primrose smiled crookedly, watching the similarly clothed gentleman from afar. So alike... and yet not. 

He had grown accustomed to the strange aura of supernatural creatures, but this was different from what he was used to. It had been a while since Primrose had grown so intruiged of another.

He appraised the acessories adorning the fine cloth that Charles wore. A man of faith? But not of any he was familair with. Strange indeed. How strange. 

Finally, Primrose approaches the man, determined for once to speak instead of hide away. One heel in front of the other.

 Tip, tap.

 Reaching out with his violin bow, ever cautious of dirtying his hands no matter how clean the other seemed, he tapped the man on his shoulder.

"Pardon me. From where do you hail? You spark a long dead curiosity within me."

OOC: that is the coolest response ive ever gotten. give me your writing skill PLEASE

     The fires flickered as an unnatural darkness enveloped the room along with a chill, foreign to the summer heat.
     FWIIISH!
     Blue flames ignited in a street lamp that towered over Primrose, yet instead of being held up by a pole, the lamp rested on the shoulders of a body dressed in hues of blue. Though no face, it seemed the lamp was looking at the aristocrat. "Although the notes in music fly high or swing low, they always continue to move towards the end of the page, much like the passage of time," Lan said softly. He turned his head to look at the violin. "No matter how many rules we break, it is a law that cannot be denied; music must move in one direction-- to the end. No matter how much things may change, how different it is than what we are used to, it is a familiarity we can find comfort in. Do we find that comfort with time and its endless march, even as it pushes us to what could very well be destruction?"

     A string of the violin was plucked, then the flames disappeared. The shadows reeled away and the chill left, but the voice remained:
     "What kind of music would time play at its finale, and who would be its soloist?"

(PicklePantry I'm so sorry for picking Rozz lmao)

"Introducing the concept of death to all the beings in order to give value to their life? Cool, you are pretty cool-" Drunken Rozz says to Lan, giving a thumbs up.
"After all, what's life truly without death? Initially, the world would seems pleasant. A world without death would mean a world without loss, without sadness. However, as it goes further, we realize that there truly is no value to a life like this, life continues forever and becomes pointless, trapping us forever as the sun smiles at us with the eternal malice." Rozz starts nodding to himself and then looks at Lan.
"If nobody in world was able to die, the value of Life would be negative. The balance of being would be rotated by 38 degrees. While fleshy primordial bodies sluggishly roll down the slope, I will slide upwards. My pristine idiocy will get me through the impenetrable fog of Life. I will pick up that onion of a world and begin peeling until nothing remains. In violent mercy I will terminate the world life." Rozz is talking while pointing into nothing.
"Why? So that world can start anew where everyone can die once again!" Rozz hics and pats Lan's back. "Anywayssss it's been great talking with you lamp man, I really gotta sleep oh god I will-" Rozz collapses onto ground before finishing the sentence, he lost his balance. His friend Romin comes to pick him up. "Ah sorry man, my friend starts talking nonsense when drunk-" After saying that, Romin pauses for a moment and looks at Lan. "...You look odd, where did Rozz find you."

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No one before has observed Rozz this way before, it was a bit silly to him.

"I dunno bruh, ya be lookin' kinda weird too haha-" Rozz says while looking at Nijiraios.

"Btw go eat some water to grow more-"

"How peculiar... " He'd look at the male with curious eyes, constantly pacing around the male Souloid while analyzing him with both his emerald green eyes and his wrist computer. "Just what are you...? I've never seen anything quite like you before..." He'd keep pacing around the male, clearly fascinated by the creature in front of him...  Some of his postures seemed rather effeminate, like one time where he was quite literally pressing his chest together while leaning forward!

Likewise, Yukio eyes Nijiraios strangely - though his gaze is far less kind. Instead of earnest curiosity, a desire to know more about the strange creature before him, he addresses the magidragon with distain.

"Far be it from me to turn a stranger away," Despite the venom in his stare, Yukio speaks calmly, like his cruelty served the stranger's best interest, "but it would do you best to leave this place."

Yes - he'd never seen anything quite like Nijiraios, and he hardly seemed fond. Yukio was never fond of the mythical creatures of old; but he'd at least expected them to be a bit more fierce. But this dragon was so bland, lacked any lick of malice on him. He would hardly seem fun to aggravate - much less worth the effort. What was the point in maintaining a human façade around him? Yukio waves his hand dismissively, sat like a loitering delinquent on the altar steps of his own church. 

"Leave. You're starting to annoy me." 

       Rupert smiled shyly. “Wow your super pretty.” He felt a bit intimidating by Selene’s overwhelming beauty. He fiddles with his hair. “How cool we both work with plants. What made you interested in flowers of all plants. I bet it’s because of their beauty and easy care.” He observes her curiously. “Wow your pretty good at blending in with humans.. I wish I could look normal sometimes so people wouldn’t stare..”

"Monsters?" Salvador huffed. "There are no such things as monsters," he said. With raised brows, he looked at Rupert, challengingly. "I've heard of feldgeisters. You should have heared those stories too. Growing up on a farm and all." he said. Salvador wasn't unable to not lift his head in an arrogant manner. "But those are just spooky tales. Things to scare young countryside-babes into behaving. Like me. Like you. You're a fool for observing those things. They are not real." The Half's gaze shifted away from Rupert. His hands rested on his own knees and his thumb traced the edges of the fabric of his trousers. Salvador was silent for a long time.
"Though, I think I've seen a Kornhund once," he muttered softly. "I remember seeing it stalking through the ryefields around Drakenburg once. Its fur as dark as stout-beer, its eyes as bright as amber. It was big. Bigger than your average hund," Salvador said. He frowned. Then shook his head. "But those are just tales. I've imagined it." 

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Cerys you made him too powerful

Cerys tilts her head, regarding the young man curiously. It wasn't uncommon for her to be approached by people on the streets. It had always left her in a foul mood, with most uninvited conversationalists asking for her help or favor. This time was different though, especially since here in the city of Drakenburg she was simply a foreign politician, visiting on her own business. She had no responsibilities to the citizens of this place, nor did anyone expect her assistance. It was a refreshing change of pace, all things considered.

When Salvador approaches her, she only looks mildly annoyed, as if expecting him to begin to complain about some unpassed law or some civil ailment, but her expression eases as he holds up the jewel, the warm lamplight glittering off of it. Her orange almost red eyes flick between him and the jewelry in his hand, interest clear in her expression. He leans onto her cane, leaning forward slightly and squinting at the brooch. His lie however isn't so easily accepted, her eyes snapping to the young man for a moment as Salvador continues to spin his tale. Despite her own suspicions, the mage doesn't look particularly perturbed by the young man, who may or may not be a thief. In fact, she chuckles lightly and raises a hand to speak. 

"A brooch, dear. Not a brioche. Though I'm certain such a bread could be considered a valuable treasure depending on who makes it." She interjects, looking more bemused by the fumble, and not particularly malicious in her teasing. She nods when he points out her other occupation, and she taps her cane on the ground in thought, making no clear reaction to Salvador's not quite so subtle hints of his thievery and his interest in perhaps whether she would participate in such illegal activities. For a moment she considers turning him in, a normal response to being asked to take some stolen property. It would be simple, and a responsible thing to do... 

Not that Cerys particularly cared for responsibility though, especially to a city that was not hers, and not under her own jurisdiction. Such rumors about her were lies, as she'd barely had much time to even sell her own legally acquired and created jewelry. This however... could be entertaining if she plays her cards right, after all, boredom with her personal errands here had come quickly. A little side hustle couldn't hurt... She smiles as Salvador closes her gloved hands over the brooch and she does a small flourish, slipping the jeweled brooch away, making it "disappear" for a moment, before flourishing again and holding it up to her face so she can inspect it closely. 

"Well, my young friend it seems you are in luck..." she raises her opposite hand holding the cane and begins to herd Salvador away as she speaks. "In some ways you are correct. However, I am no common peddler of stolen goods. In this state, I certainly can't sell this piece of finery... but I can if I make it better. I can give it luck, make it so it chases illness away, make it so it can perhaps make your footsteps ever so quieter." Cerys smirks and sighs dramatically, putting up a faux look of sorrow. "Unfortunately, I've had no terrific luck in getting business here in Drakenburg. After all, things are very different than they are back home, but, you... You seem to know people, to know you're way around this city." He seems too earnest. Even for his own good. "I'm sure a clever young man like yourself could help me though, get me supplies, connections to people who would be interested in such wares. I can certainly pay you handsomely for it. My refurnished goods will sell for higher prices than anything those peddlers can manage to get you." She tosses the brooch into the air before catching it again and slipping it into her red jacket. 

Salvador is clearly as sharp as a whip, if not a little awkward. That wouldn't matter though. He had a skill set that could prove useful to her, and she's certain there's something she can offer to him in exchange for his services. If they could both benefit from this then, why not offer? "I could, of course, try to figure it out on my own, but just imagine how much more that could be accomplished if we teamed up. I think it would line both of our pockets quite nicely if you know what I mean. So what do you say, kid? Want to start a... business partnership?" A white-gloved hand extends to Salvador, waiting patiently, but eagerly, for his answer.

"I've never really liked magic, or those who use it." The fox was abrupt in his declaration, sparring Cerys but a quick glance — as if he could not be bothered to give the woman any more of his time.  While his body language said disdain, his tone was neutral. "I'll be the first to admit I'm completely biased, however.  All my siblings can use magic in some form or another but me— well I suppose I excel at other things." Uno wouldn't elaborate what he meant in reference to 'other things' it was pertinent to the conversation.  "To me it just seems like a crutch holding someone back from maximizing on other aspects about themselves." There is finally a pause form the fox, his fluffy red tipped tail swaying behind him as he seems to be in thought.  

"But— that's all just ramblings from a bitter old man, right? Take my opinion with a grain of salt." The man punctuates his sentence with a shrug.  You'd think it'd end there, he had said how he felt about magic users, thrusted his unwanted opinion on Cerys as if it actually meant something, one would think it's time to go, right? 

Well, not Uno.  This fox seemed to have missed the memo. 

"As for you as an individual — that's an entirely different story is it not? You radiate the aura of someone who demands respect in whatever it is you do.  Though you also seem to me as someone who may do whatever it takes to reach their goals, even if what you must do may be seen as...questionable." He smiles at this thought, tapping his cheek with a long red claw "I think...there are a handful of things you and I have in common." 

Oh god please don't do the whole 'we're not so different you and I' speech Uno. 

Looks like the final verdict was Uno hates magic users, but Cerys was okay in his books, regardless what she felt towards the nuisance of a fox.

     Arm only crossed his arms and pursed his lips while looking at Uno. He could smell something old and powerful on him-- or maybe it was him. Fox, too. He wasn't familiar with fox monsters, let alone kitsunes. Then again, he didn't like using his own wolf traits very much, and for a similar reason as Uno: a strong dislike of parents. For Arm, though, it was only his dad he hated. That man had abandoned him and his mom in his eyes, and that was unforgivable. Uno, though; he had the same look, but it didn't seem like he was abandoned by his parents. Either way, there looked to be some clarity in his gaze, too, like whatever bothered him wasn't there anymore. He was a little curious to know what he did.

     "Hey," Arm finally called out, dropping his arms to his side. "You like rock? I play in a band that's playing tonight." He glanced briefly at Uno's ears. Rock music might hurt him, but he seemed like a social guy. Maybe the crowd of people would be enough of an exchange. "You should come. You can hang out backstage. We can chat."

"Looks like we're both bastards." Lacie's voice was airy and lighthearted as she spoke to Armageddon. "Though, I can't say I'm as angry as you over it. Maybe it's because there's not much of a point to it for myself, but I don't think I'd ever bother hunting my father down as you do. But, I suppose it's not so bad for you. You certainly have a lot of determination."

She admired it, in a way. Driven people, fierce people, they often tended to be more quick-witted than she let on, she thought. She liked to think the demon had such an intelligence underneath all of his foul surface, and surely, he could achieve whatever he wanted with it. With both, even.

"If not for my status, I might have been a little more jealous," she continued, "But it's there. And here you are, too! A product of good breeding, if your abilities are of any indication... But, never mind all of that." She smiled at him. "Would you like to meet my dog?"