Jomei

"Very well said" Jomei echoed Morningstar's comment towards Freyd's poetic opinion on the tournament. "Having these events where everyone can get together is always great.. its just nice that its not tied to some boss we have to fight, or one whipped up by the game itself. It feels.. just more natural and enjoyable, being put together by a friend." "Perhaps sometime after the tournament." Jomei said with a nod, "I've been slowly working back up to getting out there and finishing up some quests on my list. Can't let myself fall too behind you guys." He added with a hooked smile.

A last ditch effort to throw off the players looking to slay it, the Fog focused on its mind games once more. Various faces swapped out, frantically and quickly, but lingering just long enough so the strong emotions plastered on their faces were conveyed. Standing just within arms length of the fog, the features of the players of their past protruded enough to where Jomei was, quite literally, face to face with them. The visage of Lowenthal, pain and sadness behind a forced smile.. Telrenya, anger and sadness towards a loving relationship that crumpled rather quickly. As another face see

A small hum of a laugh accompanied a hooked smirk. "Luck? Not sure if I would call winning a duel luck. Give yourself some more credit." A hand extended from underneath his cloak, patting Morningstar on outer bicep. "Hirru's been putting a lot of focus into healing skills lately, so he probably had the blow the dust off of his fighting capabilities." Without the use of sword arts and skills, the duelists needed to rely on any abilities they carried over from their real lives, or those they picked up within Aincrad. It truly showed who depended on Cardinal to carry them through the game, and wh

Standing off a ways behind the crowds that gathered to watch the final fights of the first round come to a close, Jomei peered over their heads. A neutral expression on his face as he absently watched the clash of wooden weapons. Eyes did not follow when the opponents moved across the tatami mats, revealing his mind was somewhere else. His arms poked out from under the long, green fabric that was draped over his shoulders, tucking into each other as he stood with them crossed. This day wasn't really going the way he had hoped it would. An unfamiliar voice peaked up, pulling him bac

-- After thread with Alkor-- "I should probably return this to Baldur.." Jomei said to himself as he eyed the finely crafted, wooden sword that he held across the palms of his hands. Rather than shoving the sword back into the cloth belt of his hakama for show, he allowed to bokken to retreat into his inventory, vanishing from his hands with a flash of white light. A slightly defeated sigh eased through his slightly parted lips, "Probably not going to need it anyway" his voice defeated, but not discouraged. Retrieving his green cloak from his inventory, he allowed the garment to fall over

Thread Complete 6448 words / 30 214 * 5 = 1070 20 posts Jomei T9: 1070 * 9 = 9630 EXP 1644 Col | 200 + 1444 (15% exp) Alkor T7: 1070 * 7 = 7490 EXP 1323 Col | 200 + 1123 (15% Exp)

The smirking smile he wore pulled a bit tighter with Alkor's ending comment. Whether he truly meant it or not, Jomei would never know, but he would leave the serenity of this pondside garden believing that he did. "If you ever feel like stepping out of that world of yours, my door's always open." Offering a polite bow of his head, Jomei would finally turn from the guarded man, finally allowing them a bit of respite without Jomei's olive gaze fallen on them. A single hand rose over his shoulder with a single wave, turning his chin slightly to address him one last time, "Take care of yourself, a

"Thanks!" Jomei shouted out to Hirru as his his vision became a bit more focused, meaning his strikes would more than likely ring true. The duelist would always pride himself in his higher accuracy stat, especially with the unique absolute accuracy enhancement on his side. It was not very often that he would miss his mark, but with enemies that were crafty and quick to evade, he sometimes ran into issues. These little bursts of buffs that Hirru dished out really made sure that Jomei would always find his mark. Taking note that his stunning sword art had come off of a cool down, the ginge

Alkor was tough to read, as he had been for the entire conversation. Was he just humoring the ginger and allowing them to speak, or actually engaged in the conversation that he put forth. The advice was sound, at least, and Jomei would take it with him to ponder on later. How much, however, was spoken from the heart and how much read off of a script he had to repeat a thousand times when someone like Jomei would try to strike up conversation. Did he really act the same way around Lessa, or had something changed him since then? One could only assume being in the maw of a floor boss, to be saved

At the absence of pockets in his hakama, Jomei hooked his thumbs into the cloth belt that held the wooden bokken to his waist. Whether he had assumed incorrectly or not was not touched upon by Alkor, but a point was still made in his response. Whether he felt he was deserving of something or not didn't matter.. what mattered was that they were just different people who saw the world in different ways. Once silence settled between the two of them once again, Jomei broke it with a heavy sigh. Lids slowly closed over his eyes once more before he spoke. "I appreciate the advice you've given m

Eyes followed Alkor as he pushed himself up to a standing position, head remaining unmoving. His thoughts lingered for a moment on what Alkor had called grace and what that meant. More importantly, if it was relevant to his position. Jomei, sadly, was to type to always make amends, if he ever needed to. As far as he knew, however, he had never done anything that would truly require forgiveness. As his head finally turned to match his gaze, he wondered if Alkor's words were meant for Jomei.. or for himself. "Do you feel like you don't deserve forgiveness or something?" he finally said, pa

As far as he could remember, Jomei's never shared two words with Bahr. Been in the same room with him, never did anything to cause him to bat an eye. Apparently did enough with their life to make a dear friend of his happy - at one point at least. These past two conversations where Bahr was a topic made his blood boil, if the scowl Jomei wore on his face didn't make the resentment he held towards the man apparent. From what Jomei made of it, Bahr went from some knight in shining armor, to an overprotective arse, to a withdrawn prick. "What the hell is this guys problem?" the question rhe

A long, drawn out groan rumbled within his throat as he turned his head away from Alkor, as if his head were swiveling on a rusty hinge. "I'd.. rather not talk about it." his voice a little louder than a mutter; sheepish and dismissive, "I lost, pretty badly." Puffing out his cheeks, Jomei let the shame blow out of his body with an exhale before turning back again. "Okay, maybe one of the reasons I came out to talk to you was because we both have that friendship with her in common, now that I think about it. Wanting to know the story behind how you escaped death was just the driving point, I s

Only half of Jomei's sentence hung in the air before Alkor broke into a coughing fit, triggered by the ginger's apparently bad idea to have Lessa explain what happened to Alkor from her point of view. "Yeah, suppose you're right about that. She had enough on her plate, still does probably.. We don't need her reliving that memory if it was that painful to her." Jomei shifted his position, letting one leg fall to the mat, sitting perpendicular to his other leg, with palms pressed into the mat at his sides to support his weight. "She does seem to stress a lot.. Though those that care about others

The question came off as sincere, truly. Jomei cared about Lessa's happiness and truly hoped that-- outside of everything she had told him was eating at her on the inside-- she had something to ground her. In this case that something was a someone. Not someone to rely on for her only source of happiness, just someone to add to it. To amplify it even. Either Jomei was blind to any hints she had dropped in her heavy hearted confession within his townhouse earlier, or this was a whole 'nother level to the pit of Lessa's despair. The answer she had given him was rather long winded, and he fe

It was rather rude to bring up something as such within their first conversation, wasn't it? A soft grunt managed to escape through his pursed lips, "Sorry I.. That probably wasn't right for me to ask about.." Alkor's escape from death seemed much more simple than he had thought, despite being rather tricky in terms of pulling it off. A well timed teleportation crystal at, what would be, the moment of demise saved him from becoming a shattered memory and another name crossed off of the Monument of Life. "I guess I wasn't really thinking straight. Then again, my mind has been a jumbled me

Responding first with a soft, breathy scoff as he let his head gently fall back against the shoji panels encased in darkness behind him. "I'm trying to figure that out myself. Blame it on my curious nature." Turning his chin to face the man, their amber eyes looking over the one who interrupted their nap curiously, the ginger offered a more formal greeting, "Jomei. I'm sorry for disturbing you.. If I knew you were coming here to sleep, I probably would have just stayed back at the dojo." his voice was soft, but a bit sheepish. Not only for disturbing the peace of a man he had only just met, bu

- Baldur's Residence: Valentine's Day Tournament If it weren't for the fact that he had turned to follow Alkor from the main event, he never would have been able to find him amongst the labyrinth of a compound. Crossing over bridges and passing small buildings that mostly looked the same, one could easily get lost if not familiar with Baldur's place of residence. His eyes peered down into a small pond that ran under the bridge he walked across. A small group of Koi fish lingered with minimal motion before frantically scattering at the drop of a fallen leaf into the pool. A hut, very simil

Some fight began to came to a close, fights that were definitely more exciting than his own.. less embarrassing for the loser as well. Jomei almost felt himself sink further into the woodwork he leaned on as he thought about that, head slightly cocking to the side. From the mat, after their fight with Koga had finished, Jomei watched as his blonde haired opponent stepped out and immediately separated themselves from the gathering crowd. Though from just a glance, Jomei was unfamiliar with the man. However, after previously peering at the tournament's brackets, he knew this to be Alkor. N

Jomei had kept a close distance to the Fog after his last attack. It was a dangerous tactic, but could possibly keep him from getting hit from behind or on the approach. At least now, closer to its body, any attacks thrown his way were easily recognized and he could get out of the way fast enough. A wide swing from the Fog sent a long arm barreling in his direction, a dangerous game of jump rope if he had ever seen one. Throwing himself into a handless cartwheel, Jomei flipped over the arm, the dense fog tousling his ginger bangs that hung down towards the ground. The moment Jomei's feet touch

Lips pursed as Koga dug himself deeper and deeper with each thought. Originally, Jomei had literally thought that Koga had gotten his ass handed to him.. but as they tried to explain what actually happened, it sounded like something entirely different had transpired. "Well" the ginger said through a chuckle, stifling deeper laugher, "Who am I to judge? Sounded like a good time." He allowed a bit of the laugh to escape, his own voice bouncing between the tall slate walls that stood tall to their sides. Laughter.. that was probably a much more pleasant sound to hear coming from within the labyri

"Hmmm" Jomei hummed in thought as Koga explained Kasumi a bit better, eyes narrowing as he looked into the invisible space where Koga demonstrated her height. Red hair, five foot and change, didn't ring any bells. Honestly, even if she had shown up, a lot of his attention was on speaking with Lessa after passing off his gift to her. Really, anyone could have walked into that party and he would not have even noticed. A shrug of his shoulders indicated that he did not have an answer for him, "Sorry, I don't think I saw her." "Did she literally kick your ass?" the ginger asked with an

"Thanks" Jomei said to Hirru as healing energy flowed into him, picking his health back up from a dangerous position. On top of the first aid, Jomei's battle healing kicked in, seeing less of an empty health bar made him feel a bit more comfortable. With a groan, the man got back up to his feet. "Right.. not that I know how hard it can hit, I'll be more careful." At least it was only one enemy this time, so even if he got hit hard, there wouldn't be a second attack coming right after. That, and Hirru's healing capabilities, should keep them in a good standing to be able to finish this

It did feel a bit weird to try and pull that card on Koga, egging him on to tell him about this person that played a part in his life. Jomei had only really just met the man, save for a small exchange at his party, and following a rather serious discussion about their failed love lives. But they needed something to break the tension, something to make them both smile, and Jomei's usual go to was a bit of harmless teasing. That, and how could he not follow up on ' I met someone.' Even Koga's reaction to him asking revealed it all, and Jomei could not help but let out another laugh at Koga's gro