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[heavyliesthecrown]

Who: Tsukasa and you!
When: Arrival days
Where: Sunspire and Beyond
Warnings: n/a

|| ACTION :: MAKARAS DASH ||

[ Tsukasa has seen many things since his time in Imeeji. That includes demons, of course. But somehow, in all that time, he had never been chased by a horde of humanoid crocodile-like creatures. And that isn't easy to do in his current footwear while running across a desert.]

Are you serious right now!?

[His wings are beating frantically, but they aren't lifting him into the air at all. He shoots an arrow and lands a blow toward one of the creatures, but they are quickly gaining ground and it isn't as though he has enough arrows to take them all out. He switches to his sword instead.]

I am not ready to get eaten by a bunch of crocodile demons!

|| ACTION :: Flight Attempts & Magic ||

[He really doesn't know what is wrong with his wings. They never worked properly when he was on Imeeji proper, but during the vague time that... hmm? His memories feel scattered, but he is sure they worked while he was in hell proper. Even more alarming is the fact that he cannot seem to summon any of his swords or hold his balance as he should. Did his Avante powers vanish just like that?

Dramatically he tosses a hand out, as though maybe he just needs to the proper hand gesture.]

YIYA~

[ . . . But nothing happens. Oh, come on!]

|| ACTION :: Singing & Riding ||

[If he is stuck here, then at the very least he is going to have to get a little bit of money if he wants to afford... literally anything. Which is how he has found himself with the local maahes breeders. Breeding is incredibly out of his wheelhouse, but apparently, they enjoy music. And music is something he can do.

And what is more... they are such majestic-looking beasts. *O* He wants one. He wants one so badly. He wants to ride one at the very least.

Which is why he can be found...

A.) singing a love song to help inspire the majestic beasts to... er. Well... love each other.

Or...

B.) He is gallantly riding one for a job well done. And seems to be doing so rather smoothly?]


|| NETWORK ||

un: holyknight

Pardon me. My name is Tsukasa Suou. I am searching for some friends if they are here or if anyone has heard of or seen them? Namely, Persicaria... or Emu. Natsume... though he may more accurately respond to Kohaku. Ritsu, Leo, Sena, or Tenshouin.

Lastly, anyone familiar with Avante en Garde, I would very much like to see and reconvene with you.

Thank you in advance. I hope to get to know everyone else here, and that we find a way back to our respective homes soon.

OH! And one other thing? Please let me know if they sell sunscreen here. It is much too sunny and hot. Thank you again.

((OOC: Profile & Permissions since he is Imeeji CRAU.))

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[beepositive]

[Perhaps surprisingly, he's actually pretty modest in his attempt. He tentatively reaches out, taking the tip of one of his ears between his fingers to touch gently. His eyes widen in surprise.]

Whoa... They feel just like a real animal's! It's actually pretty amazing. ...I'm sure you must not be too happy about having them, though.

[It sounds like the place he was at before sucks, and really, Niki doesn't think he'd be happy to have any additional appendages, either. They'd be troublesome and associated with bad memories, most likely...

But now, he can't help but think about how cute a certain someone would look if he had cute and fluffy animal ears... Dangerous...]

[heavyliesthecrown]

. . . They are called corruptions.

[It is just a little touch, but it feels nice, at least. His ears are his weakness. It's terrible. Though, unfortunately, what he has to say about them and the place he's only just come from, is not very pleasant.]

I was... dragged into hell.

[Not the sort of place one would think Tsukasa would wind up. At times, it could be nice and peaceful when they were left alone. But that never lasted long. They were always reminded that they were little more than entertainment.]

Heaven fell. At least, that is what we were told, and factions of hell were competing against one another, and willing to use human souls to help pad their numbers. Otherwise, humans would be horrifically tortured and would fade into oblivion.

[ . . . ]

. . . Some people managed to willingly join them. Whose souls genuinely died, unlike mine, and were being torn apart and were only saved because they agreed to work with the demons. Leo-san, Sena-senpai, Tenshouin-oniisama...among others.

[ His gaze falls. Where are they now? He had promised, somehow, against all the odds, to save them. To piece them back together again and heal them. And yet he is here instead.]

The demons... would kidnap people and sort them onto units. We were to be idols for the demon populace and compete against other units in brutal competitions they claimed were games. Occasionally, one might be silly. But these games would often result in the death of another unit.

[It must all sound so far-fetched. But Tsukasa doesn't waver in his story. He is deadly serious as he speaks. It is clear that he believes the things he is saying, if nothing else.]

Death was never permanent. But... there were sometimes prices to be paid for losing or being spattered with too much demonic power. Corruptions... generally were a result of a soul being torn apart and then pieced back together again by a demon. Like gluing random bits and pieces back onto a person and calling it good.

Both Leo-san and Sena-senpai had corruptions of their own. Tenshouin-oniisama especially.

[If anyone appears more like a demon than the rest, it is Eichi. But rather than reel from the changes, he reveled in them and determined to make them his own.]

We were always watched and lived within a giant set known as Tokyo-F. The cameras were always rolling, and we had to adhere to our unit's aesthetic and throw lives that would showcase the traits they bestowed upon each one. Without an 'image' we could fade from existence, and the only way to solidify it was to become memorable enough in the eyes of the fans that even without the help of our demon captors, we would remain in their hearts.

Oukawa, Itsuki-senpai, Nito-senpai, Ritsu-senpai, Akehoshi-senpai, Shinkai-senpai, Ran-senpai, Sakuma-senpai, and Kagehira-senpai all also resided within the set of Imeeji at one point or another. Some while I was still there, and others before I appeared myself.

[ . . . ]

For a very short bit, you were there too, Shiina-senpai. It seemed that the production team was fond of idols from our world.

[beepositive]

[Niki listens as he sits back down in his seat properly. Despite how utterly implausible everything sounds, his expression never wavers. He takes everything that Tsukasa says completely seriously, though when he's finished speaking, Niki can only offer an apologetic smile.]

Mmm... I wish I could say I understand all of that. It all sounds so impossible... I mean, like, I totally believe you, but it's so hard for me to wrap my head around it.

[When he thinks about it, it reminds him a lot of Mayoi's story. A dangerous place where many of them had been, including Niki, that he doesn't remember going to, a place where Mayoi is certain he must have died and yet here he is, alive and well... Niki can't even begin to understand what any of that means. Even if he was smarter and not low on calories, he's still sure he wouldn't understand it.]

But something like that... It's a little too much for one person to hold onto, isn't it? So, it might be a little too late for this, but if there's ever anything I can do for you... Whether you need an ear, or someone to lean on, I feel like that's the least I can do for a fellow appreciator of sweets.

[He doesn't know if Tsukasa needs that, but it sounds like he's been through a lot, so he wants him to know that he's here for him. It may not be very much, but that's way too big a burden to bear alone.]