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Same thing goes for this big ol’ furry! 

This is a starter call for Saix Isa Mond! 

There are currently NO limits.

Please like this if you’re intersted in a short to 2-3 paragraph starter. Expect messages for plotting. 

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"Good morning~" Not really. "'Tis Kiss Day; would you like some kisses to start your day with, young man?"

     “How did you get into my office?” Not bothering the vagrant officer of Ouvara with a lick of acknowledgment, the man continued fiddling with his pen in hand was continuing to fill out reviews of the officers under his station. A morning well would’ve been the latest case of thefts in south Danon being solved after two months of a dry spell. Even more so, a good morning would’ve been one where he hadn’t need to deal with the pests from the sister city’s precinct. 

     “If you’re needing to give out candy, I would recommend waiting for three months and wait for the station’s Halloween event,” suggested the man as he leaned over and went through his drawers and pulled out a binder. Flipping through some pages, and after wielding his mouse to click open his emails on his computer screen, the man frowned. He wrinkled his nose and quietly tapped on his keyboard.

     “Though, if you want to make some use of yourself. My officers may be interested in candy, even the children who are visiting from the local elementary. This could teach them about stranger danger and not accepting candy from strangers.” He waved off the other and even aided him in his exit, pointing his pen’s end towards the door. 

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☂ frm henry @ ren maybe 4 a change, or ✿ frm connor @ saix, whatever takes ur fancy!

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@cawsforconcern​ && @dramaticalnurse​

☂ for a kiss in the rain.

      The downpour wasn’t a strange noise for the man of Midorijima whenever the pelting rain had echoed in his childhood home and overpowered much of the whispers between him and his siblings into the late afternoon. However, it had been vital for the taller to accompany himself with an umbrella, cautious of his poor immune system – and careful that his companion hadn’t become an unfortunate victim to the water too. Gripping onto the handle of the black umbrella, both nurse advocate and nurse were enjoying a stroll through downtown Ouvara and it was clear that the seaside was closer the moment Ren’s ears caught on nearby crashing waves. 

     With a little kick with each step, Henry engrossed Ren’s attention as the college student fanned out his hand with one of his many morbid observations of life. While it had been difficult to stomach at first, the bluenette could already hear the twisted giggle behind every pun of murder, crows, and anything and all feathery. A smile that kept persistently, no matter what, such a trait was a curiosity for the older and taller male. Ren sunk one hand into the back of his pockets, nodding quietly once the white-haired male turned to him, snickering and wagged his finger. 

    “Of course,” mused the taller. However, in the instant, Ren quickly grabbed and yanked back Henry. A sudden drawback and the shorter bumped into his stiff chest and the protector was quite spooked. Several of his navy hairs were up as he caught something in the corner of his eyes. Before he knew it, two teenagers were rushing out of a convenience store with two hoods thrown over their faces. Guiding the white-haired closer to him, his grip was getting tighter and he already felt his sharp canines almost piercing into his gums. 

   A cry of laughter came from his partner – but, his ears had fooled him once the moment he realized that through the smile, he had been laughing out of pain. Retracting his touch immediately, Ren’s expression fell to that of concern and shock. The man was quick in glancing around, slowly shepherding the other man under the shelter of the convenience store. Much to the dismissive take Henry had to not be checked, it seemed that it fell on deaf ears. 

    “Henry, I didn’t mean for that to happen–” Apologies were flooding from the man as he closed the umbrella and rested it against the wall towards their left. Gently, Ren had taken the time to grasp over the other’s shoulders, squinting and ensuring that that moving them wouldn’t cause him any pain. However, he was asking questions about the muscle tension, if he felt something sharp, etc. 

     Given the lie that nothing wasn’t in pain, Ren didn’t the other’s honesty and switched it for another attempt to get him to stop worrying. The man stroked his thumb over the man’s shoulder, before slowly pulling away from the thin fabric used to cover his skin. Freshly bruised and red was the area Ren had instinctively gripped to and the man frowned at the reveal. 

    Before Henry knew it, hot breath and warm lips pressed against his bare shoulder. The man once more rubbed his shoulder with his thumb and pulled back mechanically, flush registering over the taller’s face. 

    “I hope that makes you feel better, Henry. I never meant to hurt you. I’m so sorry.”

@rk8hundred​ && this loser

✿ for a sweet kiss on the cheek. 

      Late night shifts with Detective Stern was bordering between intriguing and beneficial, superintendent Mond concluded as his hollowed yellow irises found themselves shifting between his paperwork and the detective who sat beyond his glass room office. Not many of the officers had taken their time to complete all their work within the day or the next, taking up to a week in going through every page and lazily signing and writing their reports. However, it had been a benefit for the superintendent when confident yet practical faces were among his board. 

     The Danon Police Station was an engine that kept themselves strictly tied to work and hadn’t any room for error when it came to the workings of how the station was run. Blame the earlier years of Isa Mond’s life when he was dedicated to the Organization, where ruthlessness was only a common trait and cruelty was a requirement. However, the man adjusted to the softness of reality where he was in an idyllic world with four dogs, a teenager rocker at home, and a squadron of officers who were under his supervision. And just how far will this idealistic vision continue to exist? As far as he’d allow it to; he was in the reins of power and Isa, clearly, knew how to bend the laws for his pleasure.

    Shuffling the papers into his hand, the man slowly rose from his desk and gathered them into a file. Tucking the folder under his arm, he escorted himself out of his office and turned off the lights to his office. Moving towards the detective’s cubicle, it seemed that the detective had caught him early into his walk and had his eyes on him, the older man offers a hand at the suggestion, “Care to join me in the coffee room? It’ll be a long night.” A common offer between the two as the man glanced at his paperwork and towards the casually enthused expression that flickered in the other man’s face. “Take your paperwork with you,” a curt response was given before he began moving again.

    With some papers shuffling behind him and the quick taps of heels right behind him, Isa Mond found himself among his colleague and they both made for a quick walk towards the coffee room. Asides from the less-than-special corner room, where there were a bare sink and two fridges lined up on opposite ends, there was a circular table that had been freshly wiped by the custodians. The man slid his finger down onto the table and rubbed them together, ensuring there wasn’t any dust. 

    “Take a seat, I’ll make some coffee.” Sliding his folder onto the table, he was already making his way to the coffee machine and checked around the machine. Without needing to turn back, he could already hear Connor’s routine as he stopped at the moment, wanting to serve the coffee instead. But, he quickly got into the rhythm once more as he sat down and spoke of simple things about a recent case, even referring to him as “Superintendent.”

    “Mhm, that is a possibility, detective. But, we’re looking for the answer, not a possibility. Has your partner been coming up with more hypothesis rather than looking at the evidence?” The man reached for his personal mug from the shelf, one that Jirou picked out that hilariously featured “HUNGRY LIKE THE WOLF” over its front. However, his hand hovered as he squinted. ‘There.’ He reached out into the shelf, retrieving the detective’s mug and set it beside his own. 

      Grabbing for the handle of the coffee pot, he slowly began distributing the black coffee between the two mugs and took care of preparations himself. He personally hadn’t taken much sugar with his, but, he had been quite gracious with how much creamer he had. Detective Stern had taken the minimum of sugar packets and milk with his own. After grabbing a disposal red straw, he stirred Stern’s coffee and then his own. 

    Serving coffee had come as he grabbed both mugs and first rested his own mug towards his side of the table. Though, the man took his time and stepped aside Connor, resting his mug gently towards his dominant hand. He slightly leaned in to gloss over the man’s work. “Here.” As short as the address was, it seemed that the detective gave his thanks without a second thought. 

    Pecking against his high cheekbone, Connor kissed his cheek. Isa Mond’s expression remained icy still as his eyes exchanged between the paper and towards the detective. Something about that innocent smile only made the superintendent anticipate that the papercut scenario was only the first of many warnings on what was on the brunette’s mind.

    “Let’s continue, shall we?” The man paused as he skimmed over the man’s face. But, the superintendent slowly took his seat at the table. However, it seemed that his folder and mug was moved right beside the detective, rather than across the table. 

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Well, you’ve got me there, I guess.

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ϡ ((OOC: From Neo to you--- jk jk jk, let's go with Haru to Sophie because why not?? Challenge accepted? Challenge accepted. ))

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@queenharumiura && @madamhatter

ϡ for a kiss that lets you know I love you.

    Out of the fabrics, ribbons, and buttons that were tossed around these months in a cyclone of colors, Sophie Hatter might’ve considered herself well-matched after an eventful meeting one summer day between gopher and seamstress. Her mind had been an agent of wandering, caught in the make-believe or the harshness that bars her mind whenever she slipped it the ‘what-ifs’ of the impossible. Improbabilities were meant to be ignored, but, what may she do when Haru Miura tended to defy all the normalities she had come to know? Oh, what a strange place the soot-haired woman found herself in.

  Conversation was fleeting from the older attention’s as she meddled with her fingers idly. Irises of earthly moss found themselves gazing out the window to her workshop, marveling at the rays from the winter sun that was slowly warming up the otherwise chilly room. The CEO was just minding herself after a boring and long negotiation since 8 in the morning with her black heels dangling from her feet and her roll-tab blazer hanging off the back of her chair. Unlike her, and rare it was for her conversation partner to be out of costume, Haru Miura had made a spectacle of herself in light purples with a striped purple-white bandanna purple-white around her hair and the flares of her sleeves flying along with her heavy hand gestures. 

   Today was like any unordinary day whenever Miss Miura had stepped into the doorway of her store, taking all sense of composure out of the young woman. From choking on her tea to yelping in perilous fear, the brunette had kept her quite on her feet. A force that wasn’t able to be planned around, one that was meant to be worked around, it was a challenge altogether for one meant to be scheduling and organizing life from now until her untimely departure. Miss Hatter adjusted her elbow onto the table, her mouth slightly cupping over her mouth and her brows furrowed deeper into thought. 

   Tangled together in her mind were the knots of in life she knew as complications and responsibilities, yet, Haru Miura was among the many that kept on her mind. Yarn stuck together and wires barbed together, her mind was in a world away that the girl had grown accustomed to, even if it sickened her stomach. How was she manage through all these messes and keep order in her own life? How was she managing this so far? Doubt casted over the business leader’s mind–

     “Sophieeee~” Robbed of her moment to jump deeper into her shadows, Haru caught her hands and tugged her playfully. Hairs of ash rose at surprise at the suspension. She turned her head on cue, wandering as to what the other had said. Though, it seemed that Haru had untangled the labyrinth of knots and lines scattered across her mind. The older blinks as she finds her clammy hands in the possession of warm and soft hands that belonged to the other. 

   “What was that—?” Miss Hatter had kept in her seat while Haru took gracious steps to be closer than ever. What fairytale story had she spun now out of this miserable world, Sophie wondered. She swore she saw the glistening rays from the sun in the other’s eyes now, no, it was like they were the source. Against her glassy and cold look back, there was a light or two coming back the further she looked at her. 

  The scent of strawberries came to her nose as Miss Miura broke through the barrier. Sophie instinctively shut her eyes at the sudden approach of the other. However, there was a glossy touch against her cupid’s bow and dared even touch the top of her lips. The CEO found herself adjusting her hold, fingers now resting between the spaces of Haru’s. Haru gave an attentive squeeze. 

   Even if she did flinch, her eyes opened once more as Haru Miura had been gazing back at her, it was like July in the middle of the chilly November. All that Sophie Hatter wished to do was to hold her hands, and for once, keep her mind clear with whatever whirlwind of madness that was in store for them. 

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✿ - Ren ((OOC: Let's try this for Jupiter because why not))

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@mutedangeljupiter && @dramaticalnurse

✿ for a sweet kiss on the cheek.

      Poppies in the wind were on his mind today as he blankly stared at the sheet of paper before him, scattered crayons surrounding the potential canvas. He hadn’t been one who mused over art, like drawing or painting. However, he had found himself more pushed with encouragement to participate in it. First came Evie, his dear friend, and neighbor who ran an arts specialty store and acted as his own creative manager in a way. Now, there was a peculiar new face in orbit by the name of Jupiter. A young girl who truly was chatty from how much he heard her chalk tap and scratch against her chalkboard or her pencil for her notebook.

      Grabbing for the closest crayon, blue, he fiddled with it between his fingers and kept a close eye on what the teenager was doing. A pro in doodling, Jupiter had already decorated around her notebook with small critters like kitties and bunnies, even basic flowers that still reflected some mastery of basic shapes. As strange as it was, her shapes met more fluid and natural, rather than the shapes he’d drawn for schematics. He flexed out his gloved hand, reminding himself that being frigid wad holding him back.

       In a quick exchange, Ren acquired yellow over blue, which caught the eye of the youngster who sat not too far from him. The man sat upwards, crossing his legs, and drew the paper closer to him. As his right hand’s fingers kept the paper and slowly, his left hand began making out half made ovals and a circle. He honed his sights for an image coming to mind. He made a quick exchange between pinks and greens. 

   “Jupiter, how does this look?” Ren Seragaki rested his crayon down, skimming over the fine work. After he took some helpful hints by glancing at Jupiter’s handiwork, the man swore he had something down right. The man slowly held out the paper towards the wavy-haired youngling. Crudely drawn had been a yellow bunny with ears too big and the fluffiest tail, short strokes towards the bottom of the page was meaning to be green grass, and even some pink flowers occupied the space too.

    “I was thinking you’ll like it.” The blunette mused at the prospect as he glanced between his page and her notebook. It seemed he had quite a lot to go. Noticing how quickly she wrote, with excitement, the man was quietly reading over it. “Yeah, it’s for you.” He nodded softly. 

     Without a missing a beat in her glee, Jupiter had approached the seated giant and, with a little hop in her step, she took the paper and marveled at it. However, as the man nodded with delight, he found that thanks came again. A quick peck against his cheek was of Jupiter’s doing as the older tilted his head. Unlike his days with his siblings, Aoba and Sei were a lot softer when they showed their thanks and shied away from such affection. But, it seemed that she was with a little spring all on her own, just like the rabbit he drew. 

      “You’re welcome.” The man’s brows lowered as he turned to the other, gently patting the top of her head. “I actually know a good artist like you.. Ah, her name is Evie. I think you two would get along.” 

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Send my muse kisses you want to give them!

✚ for a kiss on a wound.

♕ for a kiss of swearing fealty.

✿ for a sweet kiss on the cheek.

♠ for a kiss that leaves a mark on the skin.

♆ for a kiss where there is a pulse.

ϡ for a kiss that lets you know I love you.

ღ for a kiss filled with passion and need.

† for a kiss to say good bye forever.

✄ for hateful kiss – gonna make you feel the scorn okay?!

☂ for a kiss in the rain.

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Vrai could normally toss themselves into a conversation like surfers with their waves - with enthusiasm, with reckless abandon, with confidence born from experience.

When it came to certain factors, however, it was difficult to get their thoughts figured out. Cute things, in particular, threw them for a loop.

  “Oh my fuck,” they gestured at the cane in the area, all being at the beck and call of one impressive looking man.

  “Sir, you have so many dogs. How. How does it feel to have the power of so many dogs at your heels - literally, at your feet, in this case.”

    “Rhea, keep close.” His ears wouldn’t ever betray him the moment he heard someone insipidly began a conversation with him in the middle of training his pack. While all members of his quartet had been over the age of four (Avalanche the German Shepherd was the oldest at 7), well trained in their respective fields, the superintendent dedicated ample amounts of time to still recondition them back into the ways of living as a civilian. Micromanaging even the smallest aspects in their rehabilitation had been a duty that the superintendent wore proudly on his heart -- even if it was beyond the hours of the many who looked up to him and relied on him. 

    Lanky and disruptive, the stranger continued commentating on the dogs surrounding him. Holding his ground hadn’t ever been a problem, since, he was the one who planted problems into others. Saix honed his golden irises over the figure who seemed so fool of questions and seemed to lack any social grace besides opening his mouth like it was ready to dispose of everything that rested in his thoughts. 

    “They know how to respect me as I respect them,” Saix simply explained to the stranger. “This isn’t power,” he continued but kept his hands resting at his sides. While his quartet hadn’t begun barking loudly and randomly at the stranger, it did mean that they hadn’t sensed something off about him. But, if only they understood English as a language to communicate rather than to order. 

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observation.

@toneofdarkness has caught the dogs’ attention.

   “Calm down,” Saix had quickly called out to the quartet of dogs surrounding him, taking sharp glares towards a passing neighbor who lived a block or two down from their home. As his yard as vastly big, his canines had the vantage point of running around and inspecting the neighborhood from the front, while the back was surrounded by trees and a large fence to avoid any trespassers. Not only that, even the chief of police knew that no one would be able to survive past his pack. Unfortunately, for the neighbor, his dogs were already on the lawn with him. But, they kept at his side and kept on barking, sniffing the air, and even one of their hairs was raising.

    The only time Saix had ever encountered his own dogs “spooked” had been in random locations when they were working and read them briefly in reports. To him, it wasn’t particularly amusing to find his officers reporting the ideas of “ghosts” and “paranormal activity” sending off the K9 units in wooded areas or in abandoned homes. While these were never common and extremely rare comments, they were ones not entirely liked by a man who valued objectivity. One cannot exactly blame things that lurk in the fictitious nights of a child’s mind when a canine is distracted.

    “Sorry for the noise,” Saix bowed his head, enunciating towards the black-haired teenager. He had seen that face before, recognizing him as one of the officers of the Ouvara station. It hadn’t been hard to forget the “colorful” cast of persons under Cheif Feitan, especially when they were quite young and several had a questionable past. “They don’t bite, just enjoy keeping a check around their territory.” 

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iron-splattered

@taisekkii

   Heavy in the air was the splash of red that Saix known for years in the underground and the shining badge he worn over his breast. Off-duty business would’ve surely entitled him the benefit of relaxation, keeping his mind wandering not about the next day, but, how he’ll spend the next hour in solace with himself. Regardless, the lengthy and loosely braided beryl tresses of his hair rose as his nose wrinkled. His back though turned towards the chattering and excessive ranting of party-goers never meant he kept his attention aloof. The sharpened tips of his ears twitched, gathering the gasps and shrill silence to be a contributing effect from the ghastly scent of iron in the air. 

      “What the hell did he do?!” One voice gasped, feminine in her mid-twenties and never had dealt with blood, he could tell by the exaggeration in her tone. “Someone call the cops!” Another voice demanded, older than the last but just as naive from how aggressive he sounded. Perhaps, he was only calling out that request to avoid responsibility if he began fighting. 

      Saix glanced downwards at his chilled fingers, flexing them in and out. He glanced once more to his glass, reserving his breath of disappointment from leaving. Alas, patrolling wasn’t under his pay grade, it was of the many duties he served as the head of his department. By the duties bested in his heart, he must serve the community to its finest., even if he wasn’t within his district, to begin with. Hopefully, superintendent Feitan wouldn’t be insulted that the Danon superintendent stepped in. 

      “I can handle it.” Clearing his throat as he announced himself, the officer parted from his seat from the counter. However, he slipped several dollars to the poor bartender who paid witness to whoever had been bleeding out. A friendly tip for the horrors of tonight, that should make up for him not finishing his drink too. 

    At the disposal of eyes now bearing into his skin, the man of 5′11″ glared around the room and, as expected, the sea of people either looked away or stepped away. His hands rested at the side of his pockets, quick to rest his right palm over the pocket where his badge and wallet resided. 

      One turn of the cheek and he had spotted the culprit, a clueless one at that. Candycane straying white hairs bundled with red were aimlessly standing near the bar, flesh tattered with bruises and blood. It wasn’t hard to tell that this man was an employee of the bar, given the uniform. 

     Saix took a step forward, not minding if the man was conscious enough or not dazed enough to be able to communicate. Regardless, immediate treatment and isolation were imperative to his conduct. 

    “Good evening, can you explain the blood on your body? You’re causing some distress.” 

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“Do you know what happens to those who lose their true purpose? Inevitably, they destroy themselves.”

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    “What a peculiar bunch.” 

Police commissioner Saix/Isa Mond of Danon Police Station is wanting some interactions! He’s currently living in Northside Private Properties and wouldn’t mind meeting his neighbors or potential enemies! If you’re a co-worker or a fellow protector of the law, he’ll love to meet you too! Or, really, anyone who understands that value of dogs. (Or really anyone!)

Starter call is limited to 4! Please slam that like button and I’ll message you about plotting and stuff~. status: 1/4 taken.

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Send ⚠ and a name, and i will make a bad presentation slide about that muse.

Anonymous said to rk8hundred: Bad slide meme + saix/lunarcracy

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Empathy: I feel you

Sympathy: I feel for you

Lycanthropy: I feel awoo

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Theme for Saix/Isa in KH III. The most suggested character theme next to Lea’s. This one has a “Sacred Moon” vibe and if you listen with attention you will hear a reference from another character theme.

Send me a message if you got any suggestion. 

And the music needs his own tag, if you got an idea for a tag send me a message please.:]

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Kingdom Hearts Aesthetics - Saix / Isa [15/?]