Jomei

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

"Shh, you're okay. No one is going to hurt you." The young girl held onto him, sobbing into his shirt. A gentle hand patted the girl's back, calming her with soft shushes. Jomei had no doubts that this was not some unjust act of violence on Mari's part. Broad daylight, this close to town, with witnesses nearby. Not the ideal setting for a murder in cold blood. And he doubted Mari was up to dealing with the consequences yet again. She was merely adding in the missing details when she recalled her reasoning to resort to violence. He nodded, eyes full of empathy, understanding, and, mo

A curious gaze, obscured behind the mesh of his mask, scanned the room as Jomei turned. Back leaning against the busy bar, he took to people watching as he waited for his drink to be made. All different individuals dressed to the nines, the veils covering their features made it nearly impossible to tell who was who. Many had a sense of familiarity to them, some more than others, yet he could not place names. The orchestral melody slowed to a halt, and their esteemed host took to the stage to cordially greet everyone. He wasted no time with lengthy speeches, a few words of welcome before

Jomei the emerald duelist Like a picture straight from the pages of a fairy tale. With towers that pierced the clouds, a near perfect castle sat on the edge of a cliff, high above the green filled valley below. Guarded by a dragon that dipped from the clouds to scan for intruders, before perching atop the battlements. Its scales were black as night, a high contrast to the pristine white stone of the keep. No one knows which figure of royalty resides within, apparently many who watch the castle claim to have never seen any life with

"You've really gotta stop pissing this thing off!" Jomei shouted forward to Lessa, as the sound of the Guardian's hooves pounding the earth sounded like an incoming freight train. Perhaps it was fed up with the two players and decided to take matters into its own hands - hooves - rather than send a swarm of bugs or vines to take care of them. Maybe Lessa's hurtful words struck a nerve deep within. A creature as majestic as the Guardian had to have been rather vain about its appearance, right? The two of them seemed to spot it at the same time; a single Ushiame flower budding off in the d

"I think if we were all soldiers we would have been out of here a long time ago." Jomei would chuckle softly as he sipped from his coffee once more, "Or at least know how to fight. Cardinal holds our hand for the most part, but real life experience goes a long way." "I think I much rather enjoy being typical people, lets us enjoy stuff like this." a turned cheek gestured towards the rest of the empty club. He was glad that Oscar liked the names, specifically Blackbook. It really did embody both the vibes of the decor and Oscar's personality. "Happy to be of service." Jomei remarked

Jomei the emerald duelist Two masks were presented before him, one black, one white. The Sinful and The Sainted. Many in Aincrad saw viewed Jomei as 'saintly' due to his selflessness, compassion, and good deeds. Always putting himself in the line of danger not for his own self gain, but, to protect those he held dear. To fight for those who could not raise a sword. Would never turn down a friend's request for help and will always uplift those around him. But this was Oscar's den. Jomei was well aware of the type of man his fri

//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