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Rouxlvil/Nosuit Week Day 1 Meme

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Rouxlvil/Nosuit Week Day 7

Valentine's Day

The Strange lightner holiday of Love was a strange one to say the least. Ever since the young king's lightner friends told him about it, it was widely popular now with many hathy's and the King of Hearts. But he didn't see the point in all of this, what point would they have to celebrate one day of love? Ridiculous. Anyone at anytime could express their love for someone they care about, whether romantic or not didn't matter. Wasn't any concern of his. ...But this weird holiday had some perks. He had gotten a cake with 'World's Bestest Lesser Dad' written over it in sloppy handwriting from Lancer. The cake was completely burnt under the icing and completely unedible but it was the proud fatherly pride that came from it that counted, plus the few cards he had gotten from his admirers was a pleasant little surprise as well.

But what he really didn't appreciate was the pink heart attacks launched at him and catching his suit's cape in their crossfire, trapping it and him against the wall. He yelped and jumped at the sudden attack against him but soon after growled under his breath at the one responsible for this crime.

"I shouldst have know."

The floating entity giggled manically and gave the duke the smuggest smile he could muster. The fool was laying on his stomach in mid air, tail wagging behind him and head in his right hand. "Well, one must move, move faster in a constant game of cat and mouse.~"

"Thou fiendish swine! Doth thou ever giveth mineself a break from this game you like to play!?" He struggled with the cape around his shoulders, pulling and nugging and twisting while Jevil watched calmly. Giving a small chuckle at his attempts to get free until-

RRRRRRIIIIPPPP!!!

The heart attacks still firmly stuck into the wall still held onto a good chunk of his coat. The duke gave a distressed whine as he gingerly lifted up the remains of his beautiful new suit cape, before angerly glaring back up at the Jester who was now much closer and cooed at his angry face. His hand came over to cup his blue cheeks and giggled at the small pout on his lips.

"Oh boo hoo. So sad, sad you can't keep up, up with the game of hearts.~ So many willing, willing to toss themselves at your feet and you enjoy our one on one play, play.~" The duke growled and pulled his chin away from the purple menace's grip.

"What tis thou's point?"

No sooner had he asked the question when something long and slimy licked the side of his cheek, making him give off a squeal and instantly backing away with an indignant frown on his face, but now with a bright blue flush on his face. Making the imp laugh harder.

"Happy Love Day, Duke.~"

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Rouxlvil/Nosuit Week Day 6

Pre-Deltarune

The duties of being the Duke and the Royal Assistant to the Kings and Queens was quite a handful of a job that he first expected. When he was first employed he didn't think so much work would be thrusted upon him everyday, they did NOT cover this at the academy or any family gathering. He felt more like a little errand boy than a trusted member of the royal castle and elites. He quickly shook those thoughts aside and refocused his attention back onto the task at hand. Welcoming the new arrival of the castle staff. Someone His Majesty referred to as the new court jester, strange fellow as he was made out to be. Nephew of the old court entertainer and supposedly has a lot of experience in making other's laugh. Apparently on today's bucket list of chores, giving a tour to this new jolly coworker was something he was supposed to do.

Key word being 'supposed to do'. He was supposed to meet him there by ten o' clock sharp, and it was already almost noon, making him almost two hours late. Odd. One would think if they were employed by the kings and supposed to be getting an exclusive tour of the castle he would be on time! He better have a good excuse ready, because if he didn't see anyone in the next five minutes he was leaving. He had better things to do than just be tardy to his other duties. He huffed and turned around to start leaving-

A tap on his shoulder got his attention, making him stop and turn around....There was absolutely nothing there. He grumbled to himself, he must've started letting sleep get to him. Now he was starting to become distracted by other things. He huffed and turned back around, only to be met with a face just a few inches away from his.

"EEEEEHHH!" He let out a high squeal of fright and jumped a good two feet back, landing on his behind with a small thud.

The face floating in mid air was attached to a smaller man who whipped his head back and laughed hard at the poor duke's reaction, before looking back down at him. "Oh so sorry. So sorry. But you made it too easy, easy."

His scared look soon turned to anger as he stared up at the strange floating man. "Thou insolent worm!" He quickly stood up and pointed a finger at him. "Just who doth thou thinkest you are scaring the Royal assistant of thine King likest that?! I should haveth thou thrown into the dungeon!"

The man didn't look threatened in the slightest. Instead he laughed at his threat and gave him a smug look. "Funny, funny. Are you sure you are not, not the magician?"

It took a while for the duke to understand the question thrown back at him, the gears in his head turning as he stared at the purple menace. Before it seemed to finally click and he stared at him. "YOU are the new jester?!"

He laughed again before giving a bow mid-air. "At your service, service.~"

The duke groaned but waved this off. He just wanted to get this thing done and over with now. "*sigh* Tis about time thee showeth up. Don't be late again, as thou's superior I expect thee to behave properly and in orderly fashion. Now what tis thou's name?"

The floating imp smiled wide, he could tell he was going to have a lot of fun. "You may call me, me Jevil."

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Rouxlvil/Nosuit Week Day 4

Battling

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick.

The old rythimic chimes of the old grandfather kept in tune with the tense aura of the air that surrounded the otherwise silent room. In said room a bourd game sat alone, untouched for a while. It's pieces mid battle, as if some war long forgotten. The pieces' two puppet masters seemingly each at other's ends. With any turn being the last. Any final move to win the chess and be deemed the king of the game. A small giggle broke the silence, the owner of the giggle sitting cross-legged in mid air, silently staring at his rival across the small table and their little wooden armies. The white hair draped flowingly around his blue face as he silently stared down at the bourd in deep thought, but he did glance up irritatedly at the small giggle.

"Oh, so sad. So sad. Have you given up, up?" His voice ever taunting. Making the other man growl.

"NAY! I amst simply calculating mine strategic attack to crush thine puzzle pieces and secure sweet victory." The imp laughed as usually making the blue man glare at him. "Yes, yes. Haha. Laugheth it up knave. You'll see Im more of a foe than thee anticipates."

"Hehe. Are you sure you're not from the Joker, Joker Kaard family?"

He growled again but refused to look at him. It'd only give him the satisfaction of actually getting to him, which he couldn't afford. He couldn't have any distractions right now. Focus, Kaard! FOCUS!! He studied the scattered pieces with a weary eye. He always had a nack for finding the loopholes between the lines of the rules, so finding an opening in this little game was sure to be a sinch. He was THE Rouxls Kaard, Duke of Puzzles and caretaker of King Lancer. NOBODY COULD STOP HIM!! And soon he saw his prey.

With a smug smile and wild grin, he quickly moved his pawn. And voila. The White king of the opposite side was taken captive and with a smile he held up said king within his hand. "One more move and I will takest checkmate. What say thou?"

The floating baffoon hummed and his tail lashed behind him. "Very, very excellent move. A key to any game, game is to get close to the enemy." Any smug speech from the Worm man was shot down with his next sentence. "But you forgot one key, key thing." With a delicate hand he carefully reached over to the far end of the table, confused blue eyes watching his every move, and with one small move up. The final battle move was made. The blue eyes practically bulged out of his head as he stared at the bourd in front of him. "If one wants to win, win any rival in a game, then you simply, simply must remember to look over your own side of the board, board as well. Unless you want to overlook, overlook an unforeseen outcome." he chuckled to himself as the worm became to sputter. "I believe that's checkmate."

".....Lightner D*MMIT!!"

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Rouxlvil/Nosuit Week Day 3

Love/Hate

He couldn't tell if his mind was being tampered with, some dastardly spell being casted over him. Clouding his judgement, driving him to do things no sane person in their right mind would do. Who would in their mind's would find themselves within the embrace of a criminal-...Well ex-criminal. Lancer may have pardoned him of all crimes but that didn't make his attitude towards him any less, once a criminal always a criminal. He hated the thought of him walking around freely after all the stunts he pulled in the name of chaos. He hated the way he smiled at him, the small little brushes of the hands he'd pull, the sweet little words he'd whisper to him when he wasn't paying attention. The little worm wasn't even able to be hit with all the teleporting and flying around, out of his reach. It was all not but a game to him. His own twisted game of emotions. Seeing getting flustered and embarrassed in front of the other Kings and other castle staff, it made him angry, but if he wouldn't stopped to enjoyed the complete joy and genuine happy smile he always wore when doing it. Maybe it would've help to enlighten him to the follow up of future events that would've lead to this right now.

About how his growls didn't seem to matter to the jester pinned down, finally caught after he dared to scare him when no one else was about. How he didn't even fight back even when he threatened to send him back to the dungeon. How right now himself personally wasn't fighting against the pleased purrs coming from the Jester against his lips. Hands wrapped around his wrists and not making any move to stop the naturally chaotic moment. Finally a moment of breath was taken and blue eyes stared down at the sun beams floating in darkness that was his own eyes.

"Thou art a miserable snail,'' he forced out between teeth.

He just barked a laugh in his face and those hands reached up to cup his cheeks. "Such words for love are a silly, silly thing.~"

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Rouxlvil/Nosuit Week Day 2

Loss/Recovery

Insanity.

It was quite a thing to lose one's own mind don't you think? To suddenly see the world through a different nonsensical way. To lose your entire way of life. Which in turn makes you question things and do questionable things to combat the overwhelming emotions of your newfound discovered self, which unfortunately has very bad consequences for yourself either way. Which ends up with your own best friend locking you away far underground all alone, breaking the key, no visitors except for food and no one gave you so much as a scared side glance. He tried to be cheerful and friendly to make up for his mistakes. Invited them to join his freedom from the king's wrath. To play his favorite game Seam always used to play with him. But no was a very popular answer for him. Then a miracle- A visitor! Three to be more clear. Heros of light, kids to play fun games with. And fun was definitely had, a weapon he turned into, and freedom was had.

Unfortunately not everyone was as forgiving as King Lancer, and he found that out the hard way when those blue eyes he admired to much gave him an absolute look of disgust.

"Insane. Completely naïve if thou thinkest I would ever entrust mine heart to thee!"

Heh. It's funny about when one was insane one could still smile like nothing was wrong, and yet still cry tears of clear crystal when one's heart was rejected. It's also funny that one could find comfort in his oldest and dearest friend. To just disappear into his embrace and let him help recover from the loss that was was the beautiful eyes of sky blue.

A heart was a strange thing to still have when insane eh?

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Mystery Week Day 3 Role Swap

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Febrouxlary Masterlist

Did this a while ago so might as well add it here for anyone wanting to read it. Prompts Found below.

Febrouxlary prompts by @febrouxlary

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