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Post by Daiko Mon Oct 11, 2021 9:30 pm

… Okay, something was odd, y’know.

Daiko was still somewhat distraught over the fact that his Magic was nowhere near its full power akin to times of past, before he went through a black void of nothingness in the middle of a hunt and ended waking up here. However, what he reveled in was that his physique and physical prowess hadn’t taken much recessive damage from the transfer; he noticed that during the protection of the wagon on the group’s way to Newdale… man, that duty was the closest thing he’d had to a guild of mages on a fellow quest. If he remembered correctly… the bubblegum succubus Trishna, the cool cryomage Bleuenn, the laughing engine Emi, the tall and pointy Ray- wait, no, that guy wasn’t Ray, c’mon… Mr. Blue-Haired-Spear-Man, what was his name?!? Did Daiko forget?! What the hell?!

Oh, and the man with the fancy hat… wait… did he even do anything back then?! Daiko saw everyone else attack, but he didn’t see any action from the ginger hat man! Maybe he missed it… no, that couldn’t be! Daiko trusted his eyesight; it was, like, half as sharp as Coda’s, so it was pretty trustworthy!

No, no, no, that wouldn’t do… that dude looked quite thin, too. Daiko had a slim build, but he knew what lied beneath the pretty jacket he borrowed from Auntie’s sonnie. Urgh, it kept him awake throughout the last third of the night… thinking about the lack of action from that one man. Was he… not a fighter?

*Bing*

And that was when Daiko settled on today’s later objective. But first, sleep…





Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand once the sun had arisen, Daiko had sent Coda out to track down the fancy hat – from above, that would definitely be the easiest target to spot. And vupti, voila and walamalabingbang- that was how he found his way to a very sweet bakery of all places, hitting his face with all manners of freshly-baked starch objects in form of bread, buns and delicatesses. It made his mouth water a little… he should buy some for him and Kura. He betted that she’d like some cinnabuns…

So after buying a bag, he immediately walked further into the bakery… surprising a few of those who were around. He even broke personal limits and entered the staff area, until he could be seen carrying the ginger hat man on his shoulder like a rescued victim of a burning building. Yup, he was light… the hatted fancypants held little strength in him, apparently. No worries, Daiko was intent on changing that! That was his only proclamation:

“You’re coming with me, sir! You seem to lack some oomph power, so I’ll train you! Just like Master Shahrbaraz and Aguero trained me, so no worries!”

Man would continue out of the bakery with Wes on his shoulder, batting not an eye to how close he was at death’s door again…

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Post by wes Wed Oct 13, 2021 11:44 pm

all these little lies
and most of them are mine
my words are coated in honey and wine
“No need to fret, everyone. It’s just a friend of mine!” Wes beamed, a smile full of teeth, and slapped patted the kidnapper’s back like you would an old pal. Though he seemed happy enough by the circumstance, inside he was a raging ball of fire. Who the hell let this guy mosey himself into the staff room!? On top of that, he was being carried —carried!— slung over a shoulder like a bag of flour. Whoever this guy was… he had some monumental balls. That, or he had a death wish.

The dark-skinned fellow mentioned something about training, but Wes’s mind had started racing and instead ended up excusing himself to the customers and regulars. He didn’t care who this Sherbet or who this Agujero were, nor had he taken the time to really listen. All he wanted were answers on who was responsible for this slip up, on how many more measures he’d have to take to keep people from breaking in like it were nothing. Speaking of which…

His attention darted over to the newest employee. “Miss Kazama,” he addressed her politely, chipper even, though the tightening of his eyes betrayed the tone. “Could you please meet us outside?” and by that he meant follow. “We have a lot of catching up to do.”

And just like that the door to the bakery slammed shut, leaving behind a few confused clients as the ginger was carried out rather unceremoniously.

Outside, the usual guard wasn’t present. In his stead stood some man wearing sunglasses and a finely pressed suit. Wes squinted, trying not to frown. Just where was the stupid blueberry head in all his gallant angelness? Some personal bodyguard he was. Then again, it was probably his day off— but there were no days off in the mafia! “EMI!!!” he yelled after the minty-haired woman in case she hadn’t gotten the memo, letting off some steam in the process. At least one of the two were around today, which could have been reassuring if not for his growing irritation.

So he sighed and crossed his arms, body hanging limp, and addressed the person carrying him. “Ey, buddy, you think ya can put me down? I’m askin’ nicely. Really, I am,” the polite mannerism in his voice dropped, revealing his usual yorktalian accent. “Dunno if you got a few screws loose in that head of yours, but you DON’T just take a man away from his business WHILE he’s workin’. That just ain’t right!”

While he kept on ranting away about something related to work ethics and workspace hygiene, the same guard from the bakery grasped the brunette’s shoulder, a flintlock making its way out of his suit jacket. To top it all off, a large needle flew dangerously near Daiko’s face and embedded itself into a wall somewhere. A few well-dressed men seemed to manifest behind crowds or alleys. Some lurked in the distance, and others approached with less-than-peaceful intentions. All warnings to let the little boss go; all warnings that the little boss himself didn’t seem all too bothered with. He just kept going on and on about one thing or another that somehow connected to the guy’s intrusion.
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Post by Emi Kazama Thu Oct 14, 2021 2:44 am




 

joker's always wild


but I just can't smile without you




 
With a smile growing in amusement, Emi's dark green eyes followed the hilarious sight of her fiery haired boss being carried away over Daiko's shoulders as the boy trotted towards the doors of the bakery. She bit her lower lips to try not to laugh, her body trembling as the laughter she tried to contain on the inside desperately wanted to burst out. “Hm?" The minty haired employee returned her attention to the customer that was calling her attention to request a particular dessert, which caused a grin sliding across her face, "Oh sorry! The baker just ran out! Pfft! Ahaha!” She couldn't help but slap the table with a laugh at her pun that she thought was hilarious before muffling her laughter with a hand. That joke was too perfect not to say; a once in a lifetime joke unless Wesley happened to get kidnapped again. Of course, this was inappropriate given the current situation, but inappropriate jokes were still jokes and all jokes were funny... to her.    

“Could you please meet us outside? We have a lot of catching up to do.”

Emi paused to recognize the show-time customer service voice that Wesley used and smiled with a nod of her head, "Sure thing!" Did that mean right away? Yes. Was she going to drop everything and attend to him right away? Nope. The former circus clown knew when a performance needed to be saved, so she instantly took the opportunity to do so. "Don't ya just love a meal and a show?" She exclaimed enthusiastically with a clasp of her hands together, then took a moment to draw happy faces on each of their receipts in efforts to keep the customers happy. "And what a performance that was!" She spoke in such a sophisticated tone as she laced her fingers underneath her chin with an adoring sigh.

“EMI!!!”

"Welp! That's all folks!" Just as quickly as she had summoned it on her face, Emi suddenly dropped her act and grinned sheepishly as she flung her apron off and  quickly dashed out the door. Digging her hands in her pockets, Emi pulled out her hands already wearing her orange gloves with the brass knuckles in place. While Wesley was giving Daiko an earful of his angry rants, the minty haired thief noticed the other members of the mafia grabbing onto Daiko's shoulder, about to give him trouble. “Ya know.. One day we’re all gonna look back on this and laugh!” Emi exclaimed out loud, trying to command the attention of the mob. “Why not start right now? Hahaha!”   With that, Emi unleashed her laughing spell onto everyone in the area outside, hoping to temporarily disable the mob from hurting Daiko.

In a swift, fluid motion, the chaotic jokester used her comedic magic to pull out her joke gun from her pocket and pointed it up squarely beneath Daiko's chin. "..Drop him or Coda's gonna be the chicken pie special." She threatened darkly with a low, sultry voice as she narrowed her eyebrows over her green eyes that bore into Daiko's eyes, the daring smile slithering across her face almost seemed as if she didn't mind either outcome.



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Post by Kiigan Fri Oct 15, 2021 9:10 am

Suddenly there was a shadow looming over the whole small group as a certain tall blueberry blocked the sun. Other than his skin and hair, he might as well have been a shadow with his tight black T-shirt, black jeans, and black shoes. He didn't look to be very amused, what with the veins pulsating at his temple and jaw, but he did look every bit like a pissed-off bodyguard of someone being mannapped, like someone who might crush those big balls this guy apparently had before asking questions.

"Hey."

It wasn't just the boss's abduction that had him fired up. It was that it happened in the midst of realizing he'd been duped. Why had he believed anything that she-witch had said? When Kiigan arrived at work this morning he'd been a bit tired from a rowdy night before, so maybe that's why the minty-head's chirps about Wes wanting him at the Casino had him wordlessly turning right back around and heading that way instead. It wasn't until he was halfway there and a cup and a half of coffee in that his mind cleared and he paused mid-step, scowl deepening. Crimson eyes narrowed in suspicion. Should Emi be believed? Had Wes really said that he needed to go to the casino instead? He was pretty sure Wes was at the bakery today, and he was a personal bodyguard now...

Perhaps he should double-check. Something seemed fishy.

Hearing Wes's voice echoing from up ahead in a rebel yell for aforementioned green-witch, Kiigan's gut twisted and he tore into a dead run and weaved through the other mob members crawling out of the nooks and crannies of Engloria. Now he stood as a foreboding omen of doom who, unlike the other two, didn't recognize the small dark-haired boy yet and wasn't feeling very much of the Gaiyan chill right now. The angel's deadly intent was palpable as he reached forward and took the fussing gingersnap from the kidnapper's shoulders, placing him down safely behind him before whirling back on the offender that Emi (whom he'd deal with later) held at gunpoint. Personal space? What's that? Kiigan was all but breathing on him, glaring down his nose into the tanned man's face with head tilted just slightly to the left.

"You better be alone. And you better talk fast," his low voice rumbled threateningly. Kiigan's hands might still be at his sides, but brass knuckles had appeared on his balled fists. The dude better talk fast.

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Post by Daiko Sat Oct 16, 2021 7:22 pm

Gee, what was going on with everyone around him now? He had made his intentions clear – he was just gonna help Mr. FancyCap get some mullas on his arms, which would definitely be nothing but a plus for him and those close to him, right? Also, while he paid no mind to most of the customers and staff – since the Mad Hatter was his target for the moment – he did spot mint-haired Emi working at the counter! What a coincidence!

“Oh, hi, Emi!” he quickly greeted before walking outside with Wes over his shoulder, noticing how confused he sounded. Emi had already began laughing, possibly amused at what Daiko was doing… but training was very important! C’mon, it wasn’t for laughs!

Wait, was Ginger Mc. Hatson working right now? Maybe today was a bad time for training… b-but there was never a bad time for training, right? At the very least, Daiko could teach him a few schedules that could be executed while sitting…

Ouch.

“Huh… maybe you’ll be too busy today, yeah,” he sighed, not minding the small cut on his left cheek from… uhh, something that he didn’t have the chance to spot. It was quick and must’ve been small to escape his eyes. If anything, Daiko was very good at keeping focus on where he was going – for the woods outside of Engloria, thus even ignoring the dropping guards who fell victim to Emi’s new trick. “Case is, you look like you need to train up, my fancy friend! I can help you with that, too – totally free of charge and all… I was worried for you on our way to Newdale, a-and I don’t wanna be worried for teammates like that! Really leaves a sour taste in my mouth-“

That was when he felt his chin pushed up a little, done so by what looked like a gun held against him. Emi was willing to shoot him?!?! Even with his regeneration prowess, his heart was racing in anxiety. She even threatened to make Coda into a meal if he didn’t drop McHattison immediately. “Y-You wouldn’t! I mean, wait, no no no, Coda’s not that tasty, trust me-“

Oh, the weight on his shoulder was lifted… a-and… heeeeeeeeeey, imagine that – Mr. Blueberry was here too! It felt like a reunion… except with the sudden, intimidating atmosphere that was breathing onto his face. Daiko’s face had gone a little derp in response, reminisced of Ray’s own antics… urrgghh, this world was weird. Or maybe he was the weird one here? Oh yeah, he never thought that through, really…

While eyed down by Blueberry, the cut on his cheek was coating itself in a yellow, sizzling liquid that quickly dissipated, leaving fresh, healthy skin where a wound had previously been. It itched a little, though.

“… T-Technically, Coda’s with me too,” he revealed as his avian companion came darting down from the sky, introducing herself by softly perching on Emi’s shoulder and nuzzling cheeks together, “A- h-hey, Codaaaaa! Even when she threatened to eat you, you’ll leave me in the dust like that?!” The raptor looked so happy to meet her new friends again and ignored Daiko’s plead, much to his despair as he was quickly found kneeling away from them, his hands on the stony floor of the street with a dark cloud over his head. “S-So mean…”



A moment passed before Daiko rose up on his feet and faced all of them again. “Uhum, what I meant was that I wanna help my friend gain some mulla. You know, strength and stuff, so he can fight alongside everyone next time we run into marauders! Just like Blueberry, look at him! I bet that you can become just as strong too, with my help…!”

He was about to explain something about knowing how to train efficiently, since he was an ex-member of Lamia Scale, but that was when he remembered the event of Newdale and Obsidian Isles and that he should still keep his Otherworlder status under rags for safety’s sake. Therefore, he had to improvise: “… I-It’s just, seeing him like this reminds me of myself a lot, s-so I just wanna help a fellow short guy out! I thought it was looked nicely upon to train others, but clearly you’re just not motivated enough, are you? Hmpf!” At this point, Daiko felt unjustly treated and crossed his arms in retaliation, “I mean, you were so light to carry, too! Even the sir with the smokey breath here pulled you off with just one hand, like, what? If you don’t start training seriously, then you’ll just grow soft like the dough you knead in the bakery!”

With a pouty, angry face, Daiko turned around with his arms crossed and sat down cross-legged, revealing a pair of needles on his back… but, surprisingly, no signs of blood. No panicking sound from him, and no visible signs of pain. And thus, the most attention passers-by gave the group was because of their buzz and blabber.

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Post by wes Sun Oct 17, 2021 4:07 am

all these little lies
and most of them are mine
my words are coated in honey and wine
“…Kid, and lemme just tell ya,” he continued his rant, arms coming undone and fingers pinching together in front of him. His hand bounced along with each word, really driving home the disbelief at Daiko’s actions. Next, he cradled and gripped the air like measuring its sheer volumetric roundness. “Those balls of yours: gigantic. Of divine proportions. Davvero enormi, quelle tue palle...”



He tilted his head. “…Eh? Dillo ancora?”

He’d been talking over the brunette and stopped himself before he could further devolve into one long noodle of spaghetti speak. Daiko didn’t even seem phased by everything that was going on around him, nor had he reacted to the initial warning. Had he even noticed? It left the redhead a little confused. The boy reminded him of a horse with blinders. A one track-mind. Or maybe the size of his brain had actually gone to his ba—

Wes snorted unexpectedly.

Sucking in his lips trying not to giggle, he attempted to keep his composure while Daiko mentioned training. So that’s what this was all about. That’s why he’d been bossnapped from his own place!? “Oh, my fucken…” he breathed out, rubbing his temples. Out of all the reasons in the world this probably topped at the stupidest. “Quindi aiutami lo ucciderei io stesso,” he muttered, and raised his hand to call off the assault. The tittering mafiosos backed away, slinking back into whatever hole they’d crawled out from. Emi had it under control now. And he’d be lying if he wasn’t glad that the green thief held Daiko at gun point… even if she had just deliberately used her magic to stop the approach. The boy’s reaction amused him somewhat. Though now that he thought about it, it actually raised a few questions. Why hadn’t she stopped Daiko to begin with?

There’d been a tug at his grey vest, and before Wes knew it he was being lifted and placed aside like a small, frowny-faced animal. Kiigan had arrived to add to the whole intimidate-the-oblivious-boy situation, which brought forth even more questions as to the bodyguard’s whereabouts. At least he was alert and ready despite being late. And so the redhead stood by making a show of adjusting the collar of his white, short-sleeve button up with a vaguely annoyed huff.

“Wait, what?” lightly pushing Kiigan aside, Wes popped his head in between him and Emi’s shoulder. The more this kid kept explaining himself the more his brows would crease together. Soft? His eyes flicked over to the bluette. Maybe it was because he’d view everyone around him as equals, or because he tended to not really want to think much about these things; but now that it’d been brought to attention, he was a little hyperaware aware at their differences in body. It made him shrink back a little, frown deepening and gaze narrowing, before he pushed past the two members and squatted behind Daiko.

Why did it always have to come down to him being small? That meant nothing.

…Right?

“I’m motivated enough,” he started, and plucked off one of the many needles a little too harshly. Maybe he was being petty, but he was reminded of an unpleasant time and he needed something to do to stave off the thoughts. Besides, it wasn’t like he didn’t sympathize with the kid. Although Daiko stood a few inches taller maybe he’d been the small one growing up wherever he was from, too. He also got the feeling that Daiko wasn’t from around these parts. “Just because I look this way doesn’t mean I don’t take my training seriously, ya know. I get my stuff done when I can.”

The ginger wouldn’t admit it, but he did lack behind at times. What with all the running around with business, sometimes the most he could afford were his usual afternoon jogs. Maybe it wouldn’t do him too bad to take the day out to train… Daiko didn’t seem to have bad intentions, if the lack of any actual retaliation after getting his face and back needled said anything. Still, that didn’t mean he wasn’t wary. “But, say, IF I do go— then these two come with me,” he looked over his shoulder, back at Emi and Kiigan. “…alright?” he nodded at them, expression softening into something more neutral. It might’ve seemed like he was asking for permission from the brunette, but really it was more to signal the two that he wanted them at his side.

He returned his attention to the needle-covered back and continued to pull them out one by one. “Now hold still.”
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