Jomei

"I'm glad you like them." He would kiss the top of her hair, words spoken as warm and soft as Lessa's embrace. A fondness brightened his eyes as he watched her find a nice spot for the vase, arranging the flowers to her liking with delicate fingers. Crates and boxes were stashed in corners and sat atop many of the flat surfaces, yet it did not take away from the coziness Lessa had envisioned for her home. Most of the walls, shelves, and spaces for decor were left barren, save for a radio and a clutter of books. Though it appeared she had already unpacked most of the necessities.. he wou

Jomei hadn’t noticed the vials on the small table before, though he wished he had so he could have been a bit more prepared. When Mari suddenly turned her attention to the syringes like some doctor readying a patient for a vaccine, the serum within dripped from the needle’s point as she thumbed the plunger.. It was hard to stop the uncertainty from tainting his face. A scare tactic, filled with a mixture of mundane liquids that would do nothing more than frighten the man.. Possibly. On the other hand, Mari was an alchemist.Whether it was a poison, or something to loosen his lips, if anyone cou

"You're mine" A flush of warmth traveled across his cheeks, contrary to the prickling coolness that traveled up his spine. His heart like a wild drum, beating in time with the song. Uncertain if it was the percussion, or his own heartbeat in his ears. Yet those whispered words still pierced the boom of the bass and the cacophony of conversations around them and melted his core. Lessa was matching his energy, and was doing it better. It was only after their lips separated did he try to take hold of the reins again.. though the soft touch of her lips made coherent thoughts impossible.

Jomei the emerald duelist Various activities and events following the last floor boss fight kept Jomei from checking out the newly unlocked Floor Thirty. Gathering hosted by friends, quests to get ahead of the game before scouting for the next labyrinth, and plenty of rest and 'days off.' It was the least they deserved after dealing with everything they had on Floor Twenty Nine. He could swear he could still smell the murky salt water and mud that had caked onto his clothes. There wasn't even much information that reached him about the new flo

Flames. Screams. Mari gave the man a chance to come clean and tell the truth. But he had decided to try and lie their way out of this, once again trying to pin the blame on Laughing Coffin. She didn't give him a chance to finish speaking his accusation. The sharp end of her halberd pierced the man's armor and plunged into his chest. Jomei winced, reminding himself that maybe this was a bit out of his element. Yet he kept his composure and allowed Mari to continue. But the moment the man became engulfed in flames, originating from the point of contact with Mari's weapon, Jomei ave

To: Lessa Subject: Re: Re: Dinner? A housewarming dinner sounds perfect. Just need to make one last stop. See you soon. Jomei A canopy of reds and oranges broke away into a mere spattering of trees as the Fire Forest opened up into rolling fields of yellow and green. A gentle breeze carried the smell of the sea as it blew across the pastures, blades of grass caught in the gust waving at the man as he traveled the path. His gaze would follow a herd of horses, six in total, as they galloped across the open land. The beating of their hooves agai

"And I definitely owe you that guitar when we get out of here.” But.. this was his guitar. The corner of his lips curved into a smirk. Obviously she was a bit flustered, torn between enjoying the evening and performing. Didn't matter how experienced she was, it came with the life. Jomei was very well aware of that. "He makes you happy? Then that's all that matters Go sing your song so you can spend some time with him, you've earned it." The ginger was left alone on the side of the stage as Lysette took to the spotlight once more. Holding up his instrument, he would dismi

L.C. Laughing Coffin. Jomei's brow would furrow as the name left Mari's lips. A guild he had not heard the name of for a long time. The last he spoke of the group to anyone, it was with he and Mari's mutual acquaintance.. before her untimely demise. Before that, he hadn't even heard of the group. Even now, the name is like a fleeting whisper, mentioned briefly in passing conversations but never brought up again. He had to do some of his own research to learn more about the elusive guild. The only thing he could find is that some of the first murders in Aincrad were carried out under

Jomei the emerald duelist Rosemary, garlic, salt, and seasonings. Plucking the various items off of the shelves, he would drop them into a bag at his side. Jomei would mumble the grocery list to himself, a recipe etched onto his heart that he would always remember. Of course, he had added his own twists over the years, even more when he discovered some of the otherworldly ingredients available in Aincrad. Jomei was in no way an expert chef, but if there was one dish he prided himself on, it was his mother’s pot roast. Potato

A slow, easy smile spread across his face as Mari expressed her content with the violin's condition. If it was something that was sentimental to her, than that's all that mattered. He was not offended in the slightest that she turned down his offer to tinker on that one peg. Though the mental image of Mari with a tongue ring.. probably something he should not admit to imagining. "Feeling a lot of that lately." Jomei would remark after softly clearing his throat. "I think.. all of the stuff we saw on Floor Twenty Nine really messed with our heads." Tapping the side of his head for em

Jomei was hesitant to take the violin when Mari offered it, but after a moment of looking over the instrument, he gave in. With cautious hands, he took it and gently placed the body in his lap, propped up against his thighs. He slowly moved down the length of the neck, the tips of two fingers gliding along the strings. The nickel was rough beneath his skin, worn out. They had seen plenty of love and attention over the years. A thumb ran over the surface where the wooden face of the violin had been met with fire, though was surprised to see that it did not feel bumpy or scorched. While the visu

“Sorry, I’m sort of just winging this." Well, that made two of them. Jomei responded with a hearty chuckle. Pulling a familiar crystal from her inventory, she passed the recording crystal over to him. He would look at Lysette through the mesh of his mask before eyeing the yellow crystal in the palm of his hand. He took a moment listening to the recording, closing his eyes as he allowed the music to consume him. Another faster song, Latin and Afrobeat influences with Japanese lyrics. They weren't really giving the dancers much opportunity for any slow dances, it seemed. Guess that wa

"I love this look. It makes it easier to see those eyes of yours." "Contrary to popular belief, I have two of them." He would playfully point to the two, olive green orbs with two fingers. A hand remained around the small of her back as the two opened up to speak with Oscar, flashing her a crooked brow as she swung her hips to accentuate her belts. How had Oscar put it? An absolute bombshell. And tonight, she was his. He was hers. "Pretty much said everything I could have." Jomei would remark to Oscar with a small laugh, "Everything you had told me you wanted this place to be.

Resting the pumpkin shaped helmet onto the ground at his feet, the ginger vaulted over the balcony's banister to join the others. "You know what they say." he would look over to Jevi who had threatened him violence. "Play spooky games, win spooky prizes." He would look to the group as a whole and clasp his hands together with a clank from his armored gauntlets. "I'm happy to see that no one managed to get lost on the path, I know the Fire Forest can be rather difficult to traverse at night... and can be rather deadly.. if you aren't careful.." he slowly turned and singled out Jevi'

“Mr. Invincible-as-he-is-witty-as-he-is-charming rolls into the arena, without a care in the world… "- Jimantha. What's yours?" The voice was distant, as if spoken from the other end of a thick wall. As her sentence trailed off, it became clearer. Closer. Just enough to snap Jomei back to the present. "Huh?" Olive orbs sprung back to life, trailing down to the young girl that clung to his hand. "Your name!" she seemed a lot more comfortable now that she was back in town, on the way to the orphanage. Jomei would force a smile and a small chuckle before responding, "Oh, he