Jomei

//October 31st \ Floor 28: The Fire Forest Bonfires burning bright. Pumpkin faces in the night. I remember Halloween Brown leafed vertigo. Where skeletal life is known. I remember Halloween *** Leaves as red as flame crunch beneath boots as wanderers follow the scattered trail of illuminated faces. Pumpkins carved with frightening expressions watch from the trees above, sitting along branches and providing some of the only light to guide aspiring trick-or-treaters through the dark forest. The bones of skeletons that hung down from those same tree limbs rattled as the chilling,

Daughter.. Jomei had no idea that Mari was a mother. He had no idea that she had lost her little girl to the horrors of this world. And to have been the one to carry out the deed herself. If Jomei's skin could have grown any paler... He sat in silence and listened to her. Even as she created distance between herself and the ginger, dirt coating the soles of her wet feet as she took a moment to calm herself against a tree. The regret of his curious prying weighing heavy on his heart. A hand ran through his hair, pushing his long bangs onto the top of his head, and holding t

The addition of a second, just as awkward thumbs up of approval didn't exactly make him feel any better about what he had done. Mari may have claimed there was no shame in his deed, but he still held onto a lot of shame from sharing that night with Opal. Thumb and forefinger pinched the bridge of his nose as his head shook side to side, though a humored scoff pushed up from his belly. "Nice to know you won't judge me." He sighed as he dropped his hand back to his lap, "Honestly, I still don't know what that woman saw in me. If it was genuine or if she just saw me as an easy target to fur

Jomei nodded solemnly, "I was there when it happened. Tried to stop her but I wasn't fast enough. I wish she hadn't roped Oikawa into it, he was- is a good man." He could hear the pain behind Mari's tiny voice. Offering a tight lipped smile, he decided not to pry and rip open any lingering wounds. The victim of Oikawa's attack, Zelrius, seemed to have much more history with Mari than Jomei had realized. Though, there were most likely no fond memories from the way Mari spoke about him. Though hearing how he had acted in the past didn't surprise him, but only left a sour taste in his mouth

"Who only see black and white - Olive eyes shifted from Mari's for a moment. There was a time when he felt the same way.. he still felt that tug to an extent. The orange marker that hovered above Mari, and many others, meant they had done.. something. Committed some sort of crime, stole something, hurt someone. Though Jomei knew enough that anyone he experienced with that same crystal had carried out a murder - Mari included. Realization of why his offer sounded so outlandish set in, but he quickly dismissed it. He said it earlier himself, his friends trusted Mari.. so he could as w

The rich aroma of brewing coffee was rejuvenating. Jomei felt himself leaning more into the bar, as if trying to get closer to the source of the smell. He was no coffee snob by any means, his own order was usually pretty simple - sweet, but not enough to outshine its natural flavor. The smell, however, even non-coffee drinkers would agree that there was something intoxicating and calming about it. "Can't blame you, honestly." Jomei admitted as Oscar placed the mug of brew in front of him. He would gently wave a hand over the top of the cup, the steam rising and warming his palm as he tes

Despite their predicament, Jomei could not help but laugh. Only their luck would leave them suspended by their ankles, slowly rocking back and forth like a pair of human pinatas. At least there was no one with a bat trying to knock their treasures loose. Though, if someone else were here, they could probably cut the two loose with no issue. Slim chances of that. "Doubt your armor is doing much to make it any easier." Jomei commented as Lessa tried to crunch at her midsection and cut herself loose. Definitely better than he was doing, at least, his rapier fell out of his hands and w

"Hah!" Jomei barked a laugh at Mari's blunt response to his offer, "Guess it is, isn't it?" His cheery, wide grin faded, but a small smile remained "You're right, I hardly know you at all." his eyes would instinctually look up at the orange crystal that spun above Mari's head for a moment before meeting her gaze "But I trust Baldur. I trust Mac. Hirru. The rest of our guildmates.." He would ponder it for a moment, squinting his eyes, "Most of the frontliners..?" A small shrug of his shoulders and he would continue, "And they trust you. So I don't think I would regret putting that same tru

Bombshell? That was putting it lightly.. "Hm" draining the last of the rum, Jomei would look at the contents that remained in the glass with puckered lips; an ice cube and a twist of citrus. His finger tapped the side of the cup for a moment before he returned it to the bar, placing it closer to Oscar's side of the bar than his own. "I'd say so. At least if you're the one back here making the drinks." he'd chuckle, "Anyone else attempt that, might not be as good. But I think you've got a winner there. A twist on a classic, I can see it selling." Light rum came off the wall next. Jom

A pleased hum and a warm smile, Jomei would join Mari. Pulling his cloak over his head and off of his shoulders, he would drop it on the ground behind him before sitting himself down in the damp grass beside her. He sat with his legs crossed at first, but eventually gave into temptation as he watched the water gently flow around Mari's ankles. Placing his own boots beside him, he'd slide his own feet into the brook. Exhaling softly through his nostrils as the cold water sent a chill all the way up to his shoulders. The suns light hardly managed to break through the tree cover, merely poking th

Jomei the emerald duelist Wings hardly disturbing the fiery canopy as they beat once - twice before perching on a branch above the small brook. Head turned from side to side as if on a swivel, before taking notice of the player lounging beneath. Black, beady eyes looked down at the woman, tilting her head curiously to the side before calling out with a sharp twit. After a moment of taking in the stranger, she took to the skies again swerving in and out of the trees until she was out of sight. A short distance away, a green cloak t

"Came in handy during the Clash." he would admit with a nod. "Went in with my old sword, pop out the other one when they least expected it." Arms rose and crossed at his chest as air puffed from his nostrils. "Honestly, haven't had the opportunity to use it outside of that. Next time I've gotta fill in for damage dealer, I'll remember to give it a few swings." Before business was pleasure, and pleasure, in this case, was a fully stocked bar. And no waiting in line. Sliding into one of the barstools, he'd sit and rest his elbows on the bar top. Eyes would slowly scan the various bot

"What?" Jomei would gasp as their foe took to the skies once again, "He's going to hit us again, so soon?" It seemed the cooldown must have been pretty short, if it existed at all. A number of their comrades already prepared for the worst, getting ready to dodge the life-ending beam attack once again. But to their surprise, Belregor faltered. The gauntlet that rose high, ready to consume raw energy from the void twitched, the power fizzling moments later. Something, or someone managed to cancel out the attack before it could come to fruition. Jomei could have sworn he hard a collec

Jomei the emerald duelist Oscar was a name that he wasn't expecting to see in his inbox. Not that the message was unwelcome, quite the contrary actually. He looked forward to it. Not only did he see Oscar as a stand up guy, but he figured he should probably get to know the man who pushed Lessa to open up to him. While it may not have been 'blind' confidence, trusting a close friend with some ginger he only shared passing words with, Jomei at least wanted to get a feel for where it came from. So after popping off a quick reply, Jome

Skill(s) Being Dropped: Martial Arts Rank 2 (8 sp) Mod(s)/Addon(s)/Shift(s) Being Dropped: Night Vision (3 sp) SP Incurred Towards Limit: 11/50 SP Refunded: 11 Cost: 11000