#ᴄʟɪᴇɴᴛ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ.ask

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“It’s a brisk walk away. And by walk I mean run.”

kazue blinks. “sounds… fun?” she is unsure of what stamina hew new boss carries, but she can run. granted, she’d had to work on it initially with her new murder heels after she’d consolidated her most recent GUARDIAN image. she stands up anyways, quickly checks the weather so that miss loni will not be running headlong into a storm of hail, rain, and monsoons. (it was that time of year and like hell was kazue letting her boss get sick.) she is swift, darts past gloriously smooth reflexes to force her boss into a thick, gloriously soft jacket she’d kept in her storage system. the fur is of a species not known to this land, a luxurious feature that would set any lady of status to purring.

she snatches her feathered collar mantle, which is waterproof and freshly clean. “is this going to be a run like we have something with lots of big scary teeth after us or just a oh shit we’re late kind of run? because if it’s the first then we can probably stop for tea.”

                                                                ᴛʜᴏᴜsᴀɴᴅ ғᴇᴇᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ - a.

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“ You’re in no position to tell me what is reasonable and what is not.”

kazue does not know the wintry taichou well. he keeps his own counsel, a civil tongue on him when they speak. it may as well be another mask he wears about her in the ephemeral way of the many glittering, icy spires. he has seen much and been through more, and kazue doesn’t patronize him. she knows better. but in this, she will not budge.

she stands before him, mismatched gaze burning like the sun, unrelenting heat against an indomitable winter.

“indeed i am not, taichou,” she says with clear politeness, before she becomes the razor’s edge, the blade, the GUARDIAN who had saved the world and broken inside. girl out of time, woman with no soulmate or love to anchor her to the plane of existence she belonged to. she leans on that - on what she could have been in another world and time and reality. she loses that protective, welcoming gaze of her ideal, becomes that monster that in thousands of timelines, slaughtered all that stood in her way from fulfilling matoi’s last wish.

“however, this is not reasonable,” her voice is dual-layered in timbre, a seemingly mortal girl speaking with immortal’s lungs, “what you have proposed to face is not something of this plane of existence, not of this world, not of the fabric of your reality.” the world seems to howl in it’s silence, her very figure looming a terrible, beautiful ruin before him. “you are treading into my world, my enemies, my monsters who have no wish but the desires of despair. those that step out of line with them will die. they will eat you, pretty dragon,” she says coldly, before pulling into herself, tucking a galaxy back under her ribs and wrestling the shadows in her eyes back as though the three years she had lost in her cryosleep were nothing. a blink, and she is herself again.

“of this, you know nothing. do not presume reason will save you from creatures who defy such.” she swallows the last of her constellations, irons out the wrinkles in dark matter with petite palms, and tucks thick strands of stardust back behind an ear. “in this, i have watched everything become a ruin and a memorial.” her gaze is cool, contemplative. “so tell me, taichou - how does one measure reason against destruction?”

she turns away, dismisses him as heels made from star-forged iron ominously announce her removal from his presence.

                                                                 ᴛʜᴏᴜsᴀɴᴅ ғᴇᴇᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ - a.

[recxrdend]

Isaac mused some to himself as he was roaming about. He had originally lost his target, another poor blonde woman--.. or rather another Irene to love. Oceanic hues did glance up once he felt a raindrop hit his blonde locks, only to soon find it building up into a sudden downpour. The rain clung to his skin and clothes, for he didn't care. It was just water, but to the outside, he must've seemed like quite the oddball standing there and observing the clouds above.

her hair is plastered to her face, an annoyed scowl curling over her lips as her silhouette is further impressed upon with the weight of the sky’s rage. she’s on a job for once, in a part of earth she’d never been to before. someone had gotten so lucky as to steal one of the prized weapons of her fellow ARKs. personally, she thought them stupid for actually losing their weapons, but she was bored and wanted a job, so this would have to do. she’d been looking for a reason to get some free time, so this would have to do. it isn’t until she crosses the street that she sees the strange boy, and she greets him with a brief wave.

“hello?” she hazards.

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hi i am !! so excited for our thread & to write with you !! your writing is absolutely amazing & i really admire the amount of effort youve put in to developing kazue further while making sure she isn't completely op ! that takes a lot of thought & its super cool to see how much you love kazue & i'm so excited to write with you !!

I’ve been attacked someone call 911 - !!!I’m just kidding but I??? I am so excited to write with you too!!!! I love all of the tiny details you’ve fleshed out for Aqua and how she’s so refined and yet refreshingly wavering in her nature!!! I adore the heck out of how you worked her flaws and strengths into a cohesive whole and I am in the presence of a master? let me sit here and admire please and thank.

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" your aura feels ... odd. " ren caught themselves before they elaborated any further, narrowed magenta hue widening. cautious as they may be, they were curious too. " i'm sorry, that was rude. "

ᴇɴᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴜᴀʀᴅɪᴀɴ - aa

kazue tilts her head in the direction of the young stranger, a faint smile curling over her lips as she listens to them speak. Curiosity had been roused, and Kazue can only feel a sense of amused sympathy for their mixed confusion and wariness.

“does it?” she takes no offense, instead content to offer them a simple smile as she waves her hand towards the free seat at her table. “you’re the first i’ve met to tell me that.”

well. aside from that Ozpin fellow. but that was decades ago, and last she’d heard, he’d died.

shame.

[recxrdend]

!!

@ofalsehoods

he’s got a face that kazue would love to cave in with her fist. oh, it’s not his looks - even a blind oodan would find him attractive. he had the looks to make him alluring, with an attractive purple tint to his skin, mischevious-looking eyes, and white hair that was all the more dazzling when contrasted to his skin.

it was a shame his personality was so ugly. when he spoke, it was with the sneer of luther flitting underneath. the scientific hunger of [Loser], of a monster without shame or morals. his very attitude fit that of gettemhult’s derisive behavior towards lessers, [Elder]’s honor discarded. he held [Apprentice]’s hunger for adulation without the truth of their skill to back him up.

Oh yes. he was pretty.

Pretty damn ugly with that personality of his.

                                              ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴘᴇᴇʀ - a. via @ofalsehoods

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‘ !! ’ // Idk if it's too early considering they just literally saw each other but B'>

most would call the youth before her to be a cute one, with a cherubic, rounded face, and sparkling teal eyes that could rival the greatest of gems. pale skin and hair made for a striking backdrop of glorious optics, and the small mouth was just pink enough to craft his image in the likeness of a painted, classical beauty.

however, it is his eyes that give him away - the set of them, a fierce quality underlying the spectacular hue. the stiffness of his back, rigid control of his body and spine. his hands are a swordsman’s poetry, elegant and refined, yet clearly used to hard work. uniform unruffled, scarf wrapped snugly around a pale throat to splash his otherwise colorless design with accents, he cuts a regal figure to match his cool regard.

kazue knows better.

there is a dragon that lurks under his skin, ready to open his maw and freeze them all alive.

                                               ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴘᴇᴇʀ - a. via @ryusxnka

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“Do I look like the kind of man who dies?” >: /

she’s not sure. kazue eyes him up and down, taking is words with the gravity they have been meant. his scowl is practically painted upon his features, the smoke wafting off of him from where the Type-15 Tank’s energy blasters had hit him dead on. they had been summarily destroyed, but for a moment - she thought she had lost her friend.

kazue gently touches his chest, notes the faint wince. the world around them lights up, brilliant beams of glowing gold shimmering around them before it turns the tell-tale white of her healing ability, rings of light pouring over his skin and easing his aches and pains.

“no.” she says at last, lifting her eyes to his own before reaching out to brush his cheek with soft fingertips. “you don’t. but that won’t stop me from worrying over you.” she pats his cheek once more, stepping back and giving him a faint, but unreadable smile. “i’ve lost too much to let them take someone else i care for.“

                                         ʜɪᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɪᴛ - a. @kenkaze​

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beginnings !

BEGINNINGS- The start of their journey. Usually includes inciting action and learning the ropes of their new predicament.

afin is nervous, his hands jittering around the gun in his hands, a deep, nervous swallow leaving him as he tries to move forward, advance against the wall of darkness. kazue stands beside him, her fingertips soft against his shoulder as she tries to reassure him. they’d been split up for their final exam on naberius, and she was already regretting the choice the instructors had made. it was supposed to be a normal exam - dealing with regular, hostile natives of the planet, the creatures born from the blessed earth here.

but then DARKERs had gatecrashed the party. she’s not happy about it, but she can hardly say anything. they’ve lost a teammate already - his armor - and likely theirs - useless against the hardened carapaces of the monsters. she reaches within herself, feels the faint, flickering power of the one technique she was allowed to use for this exam and readies her weapon, circling it around as she allows it to spit flames into the hungry maw of the approaching creatures. there were too many - over her communications unit, she could hear the panic of mission control, a desperate crush to save lives that were falling all around her.

this would likely be the lowest intake in years - wrecked as they would be by waves of foul corruption. even with her and afin together, they stand little chance, and she can already see more coming, her reserves depleted. she doesn’t want to die - !

a ringing of bullets, and the mob is shattered. she turns to see a friendly smile, dark red hair and a gunslash held in a firm grip.

“glad to see I made it in time.” the stranger says with a warm smile to them both. “I had to leave echo behind, but you guys are safe.” the stranger takes position beside them, switching to a sword. “let’s get you out of here.”

                                          sᴛᴏʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴀʟᴇs - a.

[recxrdend]

“Be who you are, not what the world wants you to become.”

part of her desires to recoil from his very tone - though it is not condemnatory in the least, a sort of hidden sympathy that he hid well under his usual good cheer. she wants to cry - once upon a time she had known exactly who and what she was to be - a determined newbie with the lofty, elegant goal of mastering all of her classes. now, she’s traveled galaxies, realities not her own in the pursuit of becoming whole.

all at the whim of others.

what does a girl with only a shattered memory and a soul lost upon the heavens have to become? she is the idol, the seeker and protector of light, a stalwart GUARDIAN against those who would destroy her home.

does she even have a chance to be something other than a lost, lonely soul puppeted by the desires of a long-dead goddess?

so when she speaks, it is with desperate curiosity, a desire to know.

“how?”

a single word that answers every worst fear and every truth of her situation he could have only speculated upon prior.

ᴡᴏʀᴅs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ . a

[recxrdend]

❛ wait, you don't know how to throw a punch?? WHY ❜

his incredulity is well-founded. by now, he’s seen her carry swords twice her size and skewer enemies, kick enemies the size of skyscrapers, and even use all manner of guns. Kazue laughs in response to his disbelief.

“I know the mechanics, just not the actual method,” she tells him with a smile on her face. “Photon arts ingrained the ability into me, so I can preform the action, but it isn’t like I actually know how to do it outside of a fight.” had she ever explained photon arts to him? probably not.

Kazue smiles again, stepping closer and looking up at him. “Since I am in front of an expert, why don’t you show me?”

[recxrdend]

Diamond Kiss & Opal Wonder !

Diamond Kiss: What kind of clothing and accessories do they prefer to wear? Are there are any particular reasons outside of general comfort that they like wearing these?

kazue actually doesn’t pick her wardrobe post episode 3. she’s a galactic hero, an idol and a well-known savior from [Profound]. as such, her clothing, style, and design is picked out by the higher-ups in the Intelligence division to best put forth her character. the only demand she made was to never, ever let casra pick her clothes. EVER. that man is a disaster with outfits, she’d sooner toss herself at the mercy of Zeno, and he was pretty dorky-looking himself way back when she was his student.

she has an image to maintain.

In episode 5, she wore a more fantasy-oriented outfit so as to not stand out too much, though personally she was dying inside the whole time because of how skimpy it was.

episode six was where she put her foot down and picked out her outfit. originally, the outfit she wore was… adjsgwa. also skimpy. that was when she had enough and set her foot down, resulting in the outfit she now wears. (she didn’t mind the original one, with the crystal cloak her grandmother made her, but she was not going to run around in booty shorts once her sabbatical was over and she’d healed.)

Opal Wonder: How big is their imagination? Do they tend to share these ideas or keep them to themselves?

… her imagination is terrible. the most imaginative this girl gets is when she’s cooking her meals or how to kill her enemies, and those she calls ‘battle plans’ thank you. no. basically. she’s terrible with imagination.

                                               ᴄᴜʀsᴇ ᴏғ ᴅɪᴀᴍᴏɴᴅs ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏʟᴅ. a.

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Moonstone Luster !

Moonstone Luster: Are there are any items they own that have sentimental value to them?

she has several! during episode 5, her mentor Zeno gifts her with a pair of gold earrings he’d had made for her birthday. they’re inscribed with a protection hymn from Harkoutan’s Ash Priestess. From Zieg, a master weaponscrafter, she cherishes the duplicate of [Persona]’s Coat Doublis, something she uses to remind herself of her promise to save [Persona]. the armband she wears in her artwork is also a gift from the head of the intelligence division. the crystal cloak - which she later hangs up for safekeeping - is from her paternal grandmother, the dragon queen/goddess Lo Kamitsu. she has a variety of small knick-knacks in her room from her friends, and if you visit her place, you’ll find holograms of their weapons - a memento of the times they’ve fought together.

                                                ᴄᴜʀsᴇ ᴏғ ᴅɪᴀᴍᴏɴᴅs ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏʟᴅ. a.

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Peridot Ghosts !

Peridot Ghosts: What kind of things get them frazzled or anxious? Do they tend to handle them well or get swept up in the moment?

truthfully, very little can affect kazue as strongly as watching her friends get in danger that she cannot save them from. watching Zeno supposedly die, the death of her Xion, the way Shiva tried to kill all she held dear - kazue doesn’t know how to feel when she’s not in a life or death situation. she can get upset and get defensive, but to reach that point takes an immense amount of work to get her there in the first place.

Xion’s gift to her allows her to think rationally regardless of how panicked she is emotionally, Xion’s influence leaves her looking cool and collected. in the aftermath, once all the adrenaline catches up to her, she’s a complete wreck. she’s shaking constantly, prone to falling down and landing on the ground, and can’t be trusted to move until the shaking is over and she can recover her equilibrium.

Prior to Ep. 4, her mentor Zeno, her aibou Afin, and her lost love Matoi would be the ones who calmed her down. after Ep. 4, kazue shows nobody the moment of weakness any longer. only Xiera knows what happens afterwards, as her mission control.

                                                ᴄᴜʀsᴇ ᴏғ ᴅɪᴀᴍᴏɴᴅs ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏʟᴅ. a.

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Amethyst Terrors !

Amethyst Terrors: Are their nights plagued with past memories or nightmares in general? What do they usually entail if so?

for kazue, her memories are her nightmares. when she sleeps each night, she gains more and more memories of what she had done, the places she’d been and the people she’d failed to save as [Persona]. over time, she gets older and older in her mind, gaining [Persona]’s experience, though she does not gain the skills. Often she will watch as she tries to stop [Profound Darkness] from possessing Matoi, only to fail in her endeavor. these memories come to her without fail every night, consistently gaining several years of mental experience, though very little of it is good. the only part she enjoys reliving is the conversations with Matoi, and the fight against Zeno (where [Persona] was testing him for the trials ahead)

Once she begins going to Omega, many of the dreams stop, and instead become nightmares from the ongoing events in Omega.

                                                 ᴄᴜʀsᴇ ᴏғ ᴅɪᴀᴍᴏɴᴅs ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏʟᴅ. a.

[recxrdend]

Coral Fragments !

Coral Fragments: How well does your muse deal with stress? Do they do anything in particular to help them deal with it, and if so what do they do?

surprisingly enough, despite the bs of her life, kazue’s natural response to stress (unlike most ARKs that she knows) is not “in the absence of orders to the contrary, go out and kill something”. Instead, she’s got a pretty reasonable method for dealing with stress.

dancing. she love love loves to dance, and even though the local idol/nighttime assassin Quna thinks Kazue doesn’t attend her concerts, it’s just because Kazue never participates on the podiums. She’s not a half-bad dancer, and instead is more for well-choreographed numbers that cost lots of energy and can burn all that stress away and be lost in the music and movement. she used to dance with those she was close with, but now most of the time she dances alone.

                                                  ᴄᴜʀsᴇ ᴏғ ᴅɪᴀᴍᴏɴᴅs ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏʟᴅ. a.