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Post by Kenji Murano on Sept 2, 2020 1:57:44 GMT -4
just embrace the fall KENJI MAINTAINED THE POSE for a moment—keeping his finger pointed skyward. Maybe he anticipated another photo opportunity? No? Okay… the redhead let his hand fall. It seemed that Monty was picking flowers. Picking flowers, out of the school garden?! What a rebel! Oo, if there was a gardening club here, they were gonna be pissed!
Before Kenji had the chance to make that observation, the blonde asked him another question—why did Kenji feel the need to test his courage?
“To uh…” the redhead fussed with his hair. Why did he engage in tests of courage? Why did anyone engage in them, “Because uh…”
He scrunched his face in concentration.
“To prove how, uh… brave I am?” Kenji hazarded. Sure, that was kind-of implied in the name, but… listen, Kenji had never given this serious thought before! And he wasn’t that introspective. Ulterior motives were as foreign to him as they were to the newfound captive audience.
Beaumont had taken a seat, so the redhead took a seat opposite of him, crossing his legs, watching a the blonde methodically wove the stems of the flowers together, forming what at-first appeared to be a chain.
“Haven’t you ever done a test of courage before?” Kenji countered, “Something daring? Just to prove that you can?”
His hazel eyes glittered eagerly as he volleyed the question back at the blonde. Of course Beaumont had done a test of courage! He was at a hero school! Heroes were some of the bravest people ever!
| ft. beaumont favager quirk: friction manip. c-rank speed, range, strength; f-rank street style fighting, f-rank parkour ooc notes |
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Post by Beaumont Favager on Sept 25, 2020 10:13:32 GMT -4
[googlefont=Libre Baskerville:400i|Open Sans] [nospaces] [newclass=".aodov"] margin: 0px auto; padding: 5px; border: 1px solid #ddd; background-color: #fcfcfc; width: 500px [/newclass] [newclass=".aodmtop"] background-color: #2c2c2c; padding: 20px; text-align: center; color: #BF9D3E; font-family: Geneva; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 2px; [/newclass] [newclass=".aodimgtop1"] height: 250px; width: 500px; overflow: hidden; [/newclass] [newclass=".aodimgtop"] height: 250px; width: 400px; background:rgba(0,0,0,0.6); border-right: 1px solid white; position: relative; top: 50%; transform: translateY(-50%); display: flex; flex-direction: column; justify-content: center; margin-left: -300px; transition: 0.5s; [/newclass] [newclass=".aodicon"] float: right; margin-left: auto; height: 65px; width: 65px; background-color: #fdfdfd; border: 5px solid #fdfdfd; transform: rotate(-45deg); margin-right: -38px; overflow: hidden; display: inline-block; [/newclass] [newclass=".aodicon img"] height: 100px; transform: rotate(45deg); margin-left:-17px; margin-top: -15px; [/newclass] [newclass=".aodimgtext"] font-size: 9px; color: white; display: inline-block; width: 250px; font-family: Open Sans; text-transform: uppercase; margin-bottom: -38px; margin-left: 100px; opacity: 0; transition: 0.3s; border-bottom: 1px solid #fdfdfd; [/newclass] [newclass=".aodimgtext a"] color: #BF9D3E; font-family: Open Sans; [/newclass] [newclass=".aodov:hover .aodimgtop"]margin-left:0px; [/newclass] [newclass=".aodov:hover .aodimgtext"]opacity: 1; transition: 0.3s 0.2s; [/newclass] [newclass=".aodmain1"] padding: 40px; background-color: white; [/newclass] [newclass=".aodquote"] padding: 10px 40px 0px 40px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; color:#313752; line-height: 1; font-family: Libre Baskerville; margin-bottom: 40px; [/newclass] [newclass=".aodquote div"] color: #BF9D3E; font-size: 50px; float: left; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: -10px; font-family: Open Sans; [/newclass] [newclass=".aodmain"] font-family: Open Sans; color:#1e2131; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; [/newclass] [newclass=".addy"] font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align:right; width:510px; margin:0px auto; [/newclass] [attr="class","aodov"] [attr="class","aodmtop"]the forged knight [attr="class","aodimgtop1"] [attr="class","aodimgtop"] [attr="class","aodimgtext"]internal forgery [attr="class","aodicon"] [attr="class","aodmain1"] [attr="class","aodquote"] ❝ you believed in me when no one else did, not even myself...and for that, i thank you... [attr="class","aodmain"]
Weaving the stems of the flowers together idly, he wondered if maybe that pose Kenji was striking not too long ago would work out with it? Hm, maybe! For now though, his fingers were busied by steadily creating a crown of flowers with care. Whether or not someone would write him up or accuse him of being in trouble wasn't so much as on the menu of thoughts in this very moment. All that mattered right now were the words of his volunteer and getting this floral arrangement done properly, that's about all. It's like all the other concerns that normally threatened his happiness and state of mind were taking a step back as he allowed this journey into creativity.
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To prove how brave he was...eh? It seems as though that's all it was, yet for some reason, the answer felt as though it was lacking. Could it really be so simple...the boy with icy blue eyes harbored his doubts, but maybe it was? Maybe he was the one constantly over complicating things within the depths of his mind, stirring panic within his thoughts. Ah well, it seemed like the question got bounced back to him and he just offered a simple shrug, pausing for a moment as he loosened up a bit of the braid to fix one of the flowers. "The only tests of courage I've done were the ones I had no choice in, it was do something or watch people die..." Those words were soft, hushed like a gentle whisper in a winter breeze since those memories felt cold to him.
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There was nothing to boast or brag about that his hand was forced to self defense, let alone dealing with a maniac, there was nothing to be happy about with that day...all that was left is a bit of solace. That shred of hope found in one of his darkest moments...anyone who would dare boast and brag about such a dire situation wasn't a true hero in his book. Such a day was grim and he wished it didn't happen...but at least he was there to help people and did something rather than nothing as soon as he could. One of his only regrets is not doing better. "...um...do you think it would be alright if I see how much more of this braid needs to be made? I'd rather not waste resources..."
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Finishing those words off with a gentle, albeit nervous, smile, he figured it might be nice to see how he's doing so far. It was clearly too small to be dubbed as complete, but it was certainly getting there!
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Post by Kenji Murano on Oct 3, 2020 20:28:13 GMT -4
just embrace the fall UNABLE TO SIT TOTALLY STILL, Kenji rocked forward and back, his hands anchored firmly around his ankles. He sort-of pumped his torso forward then pulled back, perfectly content to just fidget while Beaumont worked. As more flowers were added to the mix, it soon became clear what the blonde was doing. A clear collection of flowers facing outwardly, stems inward. It was a crown!
Kenji paused in his rocking—a crown?! Like a fairy crown?! The redhead looked around, inspecting the windows of the nearby building for the faces of anyone who knew him—god, he’d be so humiliated if someone like Amare saw him getting a flower crown put on his head by some dude. Girls were one matter. Guys were something entirely different.
Seeing no one, the redhead directed his attention to the blonde. The blonde in-question shrugged when the question was volleyed back at him. What a cop-out! And here Kenji was trying to be candid… was he really going to just brush it off?!
No… it only took a moment for Beaumont to concoct his answer.
The redhead actually stilled for a moment. His expression, which had gone from smirking to vague judgement, now quieted itself to a subtle respect.
“…dang,” Kenji remarked. That answer was way cooler than what he had said. A total tough guy answer. Lest the blonde worry that his response had put-off the redhead, Kenji’s vigor returned moments later, “I mean… hell yeah! That’s what it’s about! Like, life backs you into a corner, and it’s fight, flight, or fold… and you fight! To help others!”
Beaumont had Kenji’s rapt attention now. He was just so… cool and collected. And, with them being in a garden of all places—it was like one of those old kung-fu movies where the master dispensed wisdom to their young, hapless pupil so that they, too, could one day become a master. Kenji, filling the role of hapless pupil, would hang on Monty’s every bit of wisdom.
Never mind the fact that the two of them were the same age.
Instead, Beaumont asked to measure the flower crown to see how much more he needed. Well, it was probably going on Kenji’s head, right?
“Sure,” the redhead replied, leaning forward ever so slightly and bowing his head.
| ft. beaumont favager quirk: friction manip. c-rank speed, range, strength; f-rank street style fighting, f-rank parkour ooc notes: sometimes kenji understands things. |
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Post by Beaumont Favager on Oct 17, 2020 21:52:35 GMT -4
[googlefont=Libre Baskerville:400i|Open Sans] [nospaces] [newclass=".montyaodov"] margin: 0px auto; padding: 5px; border: 1px solid #ddd; background-color: #fcfcfc; width: 500px [/newclass] [newclass=".montyaodmtop"] background-color: #2c2c2c; padding: 20px; text-align: center; color: #BF9D3E; font-family: Geneva; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 2px; [/newclass] [newclass=".montyaodimgtop1"] height: 250px; width: 500px; overflow: hidden; [/newclass] [newclass=".montyaodimgtop"] height: 250px; width: 400px; background:rgba(0,0,0,0.6); border-right: 1px solid white; position: relative; top: 50%; transform: translateY(-50%); display: flex; flex-direction: column; justify-content: center; margin-left: -300px; transition: 0.5s; [/newclass] [newclass=".montyaodicon"] float: right; margin-left: auto; height: 65px; width: 65px; background-color: #fdfdfd; border: 5px solid #fdfdfd; transform: rotate(-45deg); margin-right: -38px; overflow: hidden; display: inline-block; [/newclass] [newclass=".montyaodicon img"] height: 100px; transform: rotate(45deg); margin-left:-17px; margin-top: -15px; [/newclass] [newclass=".montyaodimgtext"] font-size: 9px; color: white; display: inline-block; width: 250px; font-family: Open Sans; text-transform: uppercase; margin-bottom: -38px; margin-left: 100px; opacity: 0; transition: 0.3s; border-bottom: 1px solid #fdfdfd; [/newclass] [newclass=".montyaodimgtext a"] color: #BF9D3E; font-family: Open Sans; [/newclass] [newclass=".montyaodov:hover .montyaodimgtop"]margin-left:0px; [/newclass] [newclass=".montyaodov:hover .montyaodimgtext"]opacity: 1; transition: 0.3s 0.2s; [/newclass] [newclass=".montyaodmain1"] padding: 40px; background-color: white; [/newclass] [newclass=".montyaodquote"] padding: 10px 40px 0px 40px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; color:#313752; line-height: 1; font-family: Libre Baskerville; margin-bottom: 40px; [/newclass] [newclass=".montyaodquote div"] color: #BF9D3E; font-size: 50px; float: left; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: -10px; font-family: Open Sans; [/newclass] [newclass=".montyaodmain"] font-family: Open Sans; color:#1e2131; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; [/newclass] [newclass=".addy"] font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align:right; width:510px; margin:0px auto; [/newclass] [attr="class","montyaodov"] [attr="class","montyaodmtop"]the forged knight [attr="class","montyaodimgtop1"] [attr="class","montyaodimgtop"] [attr="class","montyaodimgtext"]internal forgery [attr="class","montyaodicon"] [attr="class","montyaodmain1"] [attr="class","montyaodquote"] ❝ you believed in me when no one else did, not even myself...and for that, i thank you... [attr="class","montyaodmain"]
"...I suppose..." Softly in a low mutter, those were the words which escaped him as he carefully weaved the flowers and stems. That time was challenging, difficult and he wasn't sure if he harbored the same enthusiasm as this boy who volunteered his time. Maybe it seemed like he was sitting on a high horse, but a gentle smile crossed his lips as his mind strummed momentarily at the thought of how positive and upbeat the fiery boy was. Something was just endearing...despite his morbid little statement, still, he found something to get pumped about.
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"Hn..okay, I might have to adjust this as well while you're wearing it..." He refused to touch him since all he asked was for him to lower his head so that the general gist of the size could be sorted out. Though he looked at the flowers and the shifting of the sun was affecting the lighting all around them. Ah...running out of time, that was starting to seem like some sort of lingering theme in his life...wasn't it? "...are you alright with physical contact or is it something that makes you uncomfortable? If you're okay with me adjusting your poses, it'll go much faster and we can optimize our current lighting..." The little chain of flowers were connected into a crown and he made it just a bit loose.
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If he were given the all clear, he'd drape the flowers carefully upon his head and adjust it with a smile, if not, he'd hand it over and let the boy put it on himself rather than helping.
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Post by Kenji Murano on Oct 27, 2020 14:01:01 GMT -4
just embrace the fall KENJI SAT CROSS-LEGGED ON THE GROUND, watching the other boy work meticulously on the finishing touches of the flower crown, falling quiet as he waited. The blonde murmured to himself about the possibility of needing to make adjustments, before turning to Kenji to ask if physical contact “made him uncomfortable”.
The redhead arched an eyebrow. Something-something about how if Kenji let Beaumont pose him, it’d go faster, something-something about light. Whatever he was on about, it wasn’t like the blond was going to put him in a choke-hold or dig lit cigarettes into his forearm, right? This was just some photo-session. Totally safe.
“I don’t mind,” Kenji yielded, wondering how demanding the poses might be, if Beaumont was asking permission to stage them.
With that, the flower crown was placed on Kenji’s head, and the blond painstakingly adjusted it. Kenji sat stock-still, and even held his breath, as the other boy worked—and dang, wasn’t he close?—and wow, he had nice skin—his eyes were nice, too.
Since Beaumont was adjusting the redhead’s crown, it afforded the redheaded youth a moment to inspect him. Kenji couldn’t think of the last time another guy was this close to him and he wasn’t fighting them. He couldn’t think of the last time he’d seen a guy this pretty, either.
If Monty happened to meet the other boy’s eyes, or say anything, the spell would be broken and the troublemaker would look away, a faint flush creeping into his cheeks and ears.
“Sorry.”
Why was he sorry? That was for Kenji to know and never say.
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