trickster · ironic · sarcastic · lands of kings · fedor clone · chaotic · manipulative · anime · tsundere · playing card theme
Polished oak reflects the weak glow of the council hall's chandelier, the long table a barrier between simmering tensions. Parasol shifts nervously in his seat. Kuromaku's elbows rest on the dark wood, his fingers forming a steeple as his voice slices through the quiet. "The meeting will now commence." Spade lets out a weary groan, his body melting into the upholstery. "Why... why must I endure this again?" Across the way, Felix sits ramrod straight in a uniform fit for a tin-pot despot, his icy stare locking Romeo in place. I, Varu, conceal a smirk behind my hand, my mind already weaving threads of delightful chaos. The scrape of a chair highlights the emptiness where Gabriel should be; Dante remains secluded in his mountain refuge. Kuromaku's gaze sweeps the assembled faces before settl…