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The Mark [Sofia] - Page 2 Empty on Sat Jul 06, 2019 6:25 pm

Sofia Serena





WORDS: 569 | SLIMMING BLACK


Knows Alisa, hm~? I wonder how well? The brow of the blue beauty arching upwards at Manzo’s next comment, given how much effort that she herself had put into peeling back the iron guard of her wonderful woman to see the small glimpse of what lay beneath that peerless veneer, Miss Serena couldn’t help but view it with no small degree of scrutiny. The White Empress the sort who seemed to have such great depth beneath the still surface that she showed to other people, perhaps it was a hint of possessiveness that drove the princess but she couldn’t help but feel as if anyone were to know that woman so well, it would be her.

“Oh~?” Chuckling as the young man scurried away to fulfil his part of their ‘bargain’ or whatever this exchange between them could be called, Sofia saw no reason really to slip out of her own little waterside number as she waited for the white haired young man to return, keeping her black bikini all the while despite the stares she got as people moved about the little shop as she lingered near the changing area. Perhaps indulging her own desire to take in her looks when she was dressed like this a bit too much, the naughty nymph hummed and admired her form when it was bound so delectably by this piece of beachwear and then chuckled as she sensed the return of her companion, eager to see what sort of thing he might have picked out and certainly not disappointed when she did.

“Looking pretty in pink there, Mr Manzo~!” Certainly the ‘piece’ that Manzo had chosen for his person not the sort of thing that had even an ounce of subtlety about it, as the lad flaunted himself in a bright pink number that left almost nothing to the imagination, Miss Serena had to admire his gall if nothing else.
“But seriously… That is, without doubt, the sort of look that would set a man apart from the boys…” Definitely the sort of thing that couldn’t be worn with any mind for ‘half measures’, it took confidence to even wear such a thing when one was a full blooded male, let alone show it off to a room of strangers, and that alone was worth of respect.

Quite the striking image really… That proud pink quite the inviting image and yet the curious eyes of the coquette washing over everything that was revealed to her unashamedly, while the taught muscles of Mr Mattori might have made her bite her lip just a tiny bit, she couldn’t help but find her eyes drawn to other aspects of the anatomy that was presented to her and not entirely for wicked reasons either.

I bet there’s some stories there, huh? The scars that were littered across that sculpted flesh certainly creating a little discomfort in the heart of Sofia, the strong level of empathy and emotional nature of the mermaid made her feel just a hint of the pain that would have been caused when they were inflicted, making her shiver just a little bit when she viewed their totality. Then the strange tribal brand that he wore something else as well, the sapphire siren couldn’t help but let her gaze linger on the ink of companion all the more, finding a nice tattoo salaciously sexy on a guy or girl and this one rather intriguing in its design as well…


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"Make every day its own adventure~"
- Sofia Serena

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The Mark [Sofia] - Page 2 Empty on Sat Jul 06, 2019 10:25 pm

Manzo





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Scars, they tell a story, his scars told a story of ruin, bloodshed, and loss. A lot of these scars told stories better left forgotten to time. Though he could never truly forgot. That's not how the human mind worked. It was not something that could be put in a box. Not something so small the he could just compartmentalize it. Though he would try often times to do so, but to no real avail in any regard. The only thing he could do, is drink himself to sleep the quell the nightmares and the flash backs. But whiskey could only do so much.He had committed to writing a journal in order to keep track of the nightmares, though he would not share that with anyone. Given that he was a writer he had thought of perhaps publishing it just changing the name.

He touched the scar on his chest, his index finger trailed down it, his mind flashing back to the day he got it. The sound of screaming, crying, and steel clanging. This was the first scar he had received from his time under the feudal lord as a child soldier. It was as if the outside world around him vanished. A whirlwind of emotion stirred up in him like the beginnings of a hurricane, it was as if he had been taken back in time. It felt too real, too real to be just a PTSD episode, though truthfully that's all it was. Though he couldn't shake it, that was until he felt his left arm begin to pulsate. The tattoo that decorated his left arm, acting as a kind of stabilizer. Slowly bringing him back to reality.

As he came back to reality it occurred to him that his temporary traveling companion was paying him a complement, she had done so more than once on their little excursion, but this one seemed less flirtatious, like there was a little bit of truth behind it. Though he wasn't going to ask if she was being genuine, she was clearly a spoken for woman, so it didn't truly matter all the much. Though he did have to agree that this garment was doing something for him. All be it showing off his physique or just an interesting contrast in colors given his aesthetic. The amount of attention he was receiving from the opposite sex, and even some from the same was certainly not something he was used to. But given the fact that he was reasonably attractive it would be something he would have to get used to in time. Certainly not something he was going to complain about given the fact that he did indeed bring this upon himself.

The tattoo on his left arm on the other hand, that was something that was a little more of an urgent matter in his mind. It used to be smaller, much smaller. Perhaps it was just a sign of his magic prowess as a god slayer growing more and more with each passing day. Though his notes on his own magic were as cryptic as the source he got them from, so in all honesty it was hard to tell. Though once he was done is Astera it might be a good idea to go check out more writings on the subject, though those plans would have to wait for the time being. Not was a time for relaxation and enjoyment, not for PTSD episodes and travel plans.

"Separate the men from the boys huh, given my body, and well everything else. I don't really need help in that department. I haven't been mistaken for a boy in, oh god how many years has it been. Probably eight to be completely honest." He said with a chuckle as he flexed the his muscles all around, to give the passersby a nice little show. There was no real harm in it. Besides he needed to gain some of his confidence back. Though it was rather odd that he had confidence issues. He was well aware that, that wasn't how it worked, just because someone looked like a million jewels didn't mean they felt like it. Even now his lack of self confidence was telling him to change. He would not, because for one, he made a promise to his companion that he too would take part in this little outing, and it wasn't very fair for him back out.

"Also this may sound like a strange request, well two of them to be exact. One, could ya not call me Mister, it makes me feel old." He said with a chuckle, He didn't truly enjoy feeling old, considering the only thing he could pride himself on his opinion was his youthful appearance. Though it wasn't his only redeeming trait, though it did truly feel like it was sometimes. This next request something he was a little scared to ask, though it was weird that he was truly afraid of anything. Given his upbringing as well as extensive history of doing things that weren't so safe. Though he felt as though he needed to swallow his fear and just spit it out. "As weird as this may sound, would be okay if we got a picture together, to ya know commemorate this trip."



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The Mark [Sofia] - Page 2 Empty on Mon Jul 08, 2019 1:17 pm

Sofia Serena





WORDS: 546 | SLIMMING BLACK


“Well with hair looking that white, you probably could be mistaken for an old man, MISTER Manzo~” Smirking at the request of her guild mate and being rather cheeky in her response, though Sofia had largely been calling him by such a formal term to be cute, as he requested her to discontinue this she made sure to tease him just a little about it before she dropped the issue. Usually the type who loved  little bit of banter between companions, this playful impudence was in many ways a sign she was starting to accept the man before her, such was the ways of a professional wise guy, or gal in her case.

“A picture, huh?” Tilting her head at the second request of the man next to her, the brow of the blue tightened up just a little bit as she considered the matter for a second or two and discovering that she was somewhat torn on the issue. Happy to flaunt her form in person but the matter of a ‘record’ seeming to complicate the issue, it wasn’t really the fault of the fellow she was with that the foreign fox felt such reluctance to comply, and in a way actually found the idea of a tasty little photo quite exciting really.

It sounds fun to pose for a saucy snap, but… Too much attention might be a bad thing? Usually the type who dove into such silliness with both feet forward and a smile on her face, because of her need for discretion and to a degree disguise, the dishy dame couldn’t help but feel a little reluctant to fulfil this ask. Remembering how new she was to the ‘old man’ here and perhaps feeling less trusting of him than he perhaps deserved, a woman who was on the run couldn’t really afford to maintain too high a visual profile, and it would have only taken the wrong person spying such a provocative image to get the ‘dogs’ from back home on her trail. However, Miss Serena wasn’t entirely against the idea either.

“Well, it might disappoint some wicked intents you have for your snap but this bikini is for my ladies eyes first and foremost, so I can’t let you have a snap of it just yet…” Sighing softly as she concocted a nice little excuse to downplay her own role in such a photo and make it a little less ‘brag worthy’, with a little hum and a hand on her hip Sofia opted for a compromise that she hoped would be enough to appease Mr Mattori whilst also helping to preserve her anonymity as well.

“However, if you let me slip back into my dress, we can grab something to commemorate the event if you want?” Often sharpest in her mind when she was in a pinch or looking to perform a prank, though she did feel as if she didn’t want to disappoint someone who had proven such a good and fun helper, the sapphire siren knew she couldn’t let him have too candid a snap of her simply for the sake of her own liberty. After all, she had been rather lucky so far that no one had recognised the Princess of Valerica so far in her journey…



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The Mark [Sofia] - Page 2 Empty on Tue Jul 09, 2019 1:18 am

Manzo





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Well she did have a point there, the white hair on his head did make him look a tad bit older than he actually was. Curse his recessive genes. He didn't really bare a striking a resemblance to anyone in his family. His disguise was the form he always wanted, to look like he belonged, to fit in. As a child before the war he was constantly picked on for his hair. Many times he would try to dye it black using the mud, as children do because they don't know any better. Though his mother always told him that hair is what made him special, what made him unique, and as all mothers do, she made him feel better about his hair, though he still didn't love it. His siblings did their part as well, not wanting their baby brother to feel like a freak, though he would always feel like one. They all had black hair, dark eyes, and natural skin tone for their people. While he had pinkish tones to his skin, red eyes now, but formerly green. Though it always came back to the hair. Often times he thought he had been adopted and wasn't truly a member of their family. A bastard through and through, if wasn't it then he surely was now. A man with no country, no family, and no real friends to speak of.

It was odd, he was never alone, yet alone all the time. His mind went back to something his father had told him. "Don't let the days go by with the feeling of emptiness." While he tried to hold onto that throughout the isolation, it was still so difficult, so painful to endure. He thought about where they were very often, upon his escape from the lords command, he had gone back to his childhood home, only to find it burnt down. A part of him had also burned away on that day. Don't let the days go by with emptiness he kept telling himself, but it was like he was gutted with a knife from end to end. As if all of him spewed out and there was nothing left, nothing left to hold onto, not an identity, not a name, not a hope, not a dream, it was as if he was this ghost. A ghost of who he used to be, As he would walk the streets, people would smile, wave and laugh. But as damaged and broken that he was on the inside, he learned to wear a mask. A mask that made it look like he was mentally well enough to keep people from coming too close.

In these few moments with Sofia, he remembered the young man he used to be, he remembered his heart, how bright it used shine. Now it was entangled in loneliness, the emptiness of what was done. He was not what he was then, nor would he ever be able to truly return to it, but in moments like this, it was as if a small light was shining through the windows of his proverbial road, illuminating the way forward. He chuckled to himself, if only she could hear the things going through his mind, if she knew the inner darkness he harbored just to be able to feel anything at all. She would probably run as far as she could from him. He wouldn't blame her, but for now he would just enjoy the time with someone new that he had. There was no way of truly knowing when he would get the chance again. If he actually followed through with his promise of returning home, he might have the chance to try and piece himself back together within the safety of his long forgotten home, among-st those who have probably all but forgotten him by now. That was an excuse to not go back, he knew that, and he knew that it wasn't a very good one.

He was a tad bit embarrassed by the statement she made about the photo he had asked for. The whole truth of it was, it was for his journal about his travels, a sort of scrap book to commemorate his trips. She would be the first person aside from himself that would be displayed in it. He did regret not getting one with Alisa the last time the two of them were together, but she valued her privacy above all things, and while they were close, he didn't feel like it would be something she'd want to take part in. He wasn't sure why he felt that way. It could just be due to the fact that so much time has passed them by that it would feel awkward to ask her to do such a thing. Maybe next time if there was one of those, he would muster up the courage. Sofia was a bit different, she made him feel comfortable enough to ask such a thing. "Sorry, I should have been a bit clearer about the nature of the photo. I don't usually ask for things like this. A guy asking a attractive girl for a photo together can be taken in many different ways given the situation." He tugged on his ear and let out a semi nervous chuckle, hoping he hadn't made himself out to be creepy in the process.

"I have a thing I do in every town I visit. I always get a picture for my travel journal, as a keep sake from every town. Though this photo will be the first one that isn't just of me a local tourist attraction, or a nice landscape. It's funny how things can get lost in translation when the not talking to yourself anymore." He let out a chuckle, though it was sadly true that most of the conversations he had were with himself. He didn't think anything of it, but people on the streets would give him a weird side eye because of it. Not that he knew that for sure, he often had tunnel vision, he just assumed that they did that. Most normal people would, unless talking to yourself was normal, if it wasn't it absolutely should be. He had some of the best conversations with himself, never had any disagreements or shouting matches, well not out load. If he did that, he'd be thrown into the nearest sanitarium and had the key thrown away on him.

"Anyway, back on subject, I have no issue with the photo being of us in our normal attire, I couldn't put one of us currently into a frame, that would be in poor taste. Besides that your'e not some trophy, you're a living breathing human being, you just happen to be cute." While most men would say that with hopes of getting somewhere, he actually meant it.


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The Mark [Sofia] - Page 2 Empty on Tue Jul 09, 2019 11:49 am

Sofia Serena





WORDS: 447 | SLIMMING BLACK


Back to normal~ Humming as she smoothed out the blouse that she had slipped back into and staring at herself in the mirror of the changing room once more, Sofia had slid her white and black combo on over the top of the bikini that she had been flaunting earlier to save time while stowing her underwear in one of the bags her item had come in, but that did not diminish her visual appeal or enjoyment of it at all. Smirking as she checked out her appearance in something that was a little on the modest side for her usual wardrobe choices, though the simple dress she wore was not quite as flirtatious or revealing as the seaside number beneath it, it had a certain charm all its own.

But no less appealing, I’d say~ Sometimes ‘good girl’ clothes just as seductive as anything salaciously orientated, though there was perhaps some irony in her looking a little bit wholesome when she behaved anything but, Miss Serena purred as she imagined herself in some innocent little lady act. It wouldn’t have been the first time she had pulled that one, for certain.

Oh, one more thing… Purring as she purveyed her own shape and then realizing that one of the little ‘grabs’ that she had made from this seaside store would really help to sell her ‘disguise’, as it were, after fishing through a couple of bags the blue beauty plucked something that was sure to increase her chances of anonymity, and make her look at least seventeen percent cooler as well.
Nothing like sunglasses to hide one’s ‘true form’, is there Charles? Opening up a pair of stylish sunglasses and sliding them over her gaze as she looked at herself in the mirror, as she did so, Sofia remembered a certain character from a story she had read who did the same to preserve their own ‘secret identity’.

“Oh Mr Director, I’m ready for my close up~” Not exactly looking to hide herself as she went through a rather complicated path of revenge as the boy from her novel but the resemblance she felt to the son of a murdered visionary amusing her all the same, with her look ‘complete’ the sapphire scooped up her bags of belongings and swung the curtain to one side as she stepped free of the changing area in as flamboyant a fashion as she could manage. Unsure of how Manzo was getting on but on the whole boys faster at getting themselves ready for things more quickly than girls, that expectation guided her to call out as she stepped into the shop once more, feeling excited at the chance to have her beauty captured even if it was in such a subdued fashion…


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The Mark [Sofia] - Page 2 Empty on Thu Jul 11, 2019 6:11 am

Manzo





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whilst Sofia was changing back into her clothes, Manzo took a look around for some new clothes of his own. It had been a long time since had actually bought something for himself, and it was high time he did so. Though he wasn't entirely sure of what he would pick for himself. Board shorts, tank tops, none of them really fit Manzo's style of fashion, which was primarily street wear when he wasn't wearing his traditional Joyan garb. Just as he was about to give up hope. He spotted something interesting. A sweat shirt with a traditional joyan phrase on it. A black and white baseball jersey like shirt with the phrase Oppai on it. This made Manzo chuckle just a bit. He knew what it meant, though he wondered if anyone in this shoppe did. Now that he found his top of choice, it was time to find something else to go along with it.

He had found a pair of what looked to be black cargo shorts, which was something he could see himself in. That sealed it for him, the outfit was complete, except for shoes. In a place like this he didn't think he'd find anything he truly enjoyed, thought much to his surprise he found something interesting. A very simple pair of black slip on shoes, nothing flashy, but they looked very comfortable and that's the only thing Manzo looked for in a pair of shoes. He quickly grabbed those three items and dashed to the changing room, not wanting to keep Sofia waiting for him too long. That would be rather rude, and could serve as a momentum killer for sure.

As he put on his clothes, he rather liked his appearance in them. Feeling as though this look was a nice contrast to his eyes and hair. Not to mention the phrase written across his chest made him chuckle, as if he were a child in Joya again. It made him feel young, about as young as he assumed his companion to be. He stepped out of the changing room now that he had on his clothes, and suddenly his companion came busting out of her changing area like a lit fire cracker. Mr directer, that made Manzo feel like this photo may also mean something to her, outside of being kind enough to give him such a thing.

"Alright Sofi, shall we get going?" He asked, though now it was on him to find a good place for a photo op, maybe the beach would be a good place to do some. Or perhaps in front of one of the tourist attractions that the city was known for. Though considering he was asking her to go out of her way to do this for him, maybe he should let her pick.


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The Mark [Sofia] - Page 2 Empty on Thu Jul 11, 2019 4:43 pm

Sofia Serena





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“Going for a hip new look, hm~?” Almost failing to recognise her new friend when he had returned to her given the change of garb that he had appeared in, the fresh threads seemed to carry an entirely different kind of ‘vibe’ on Mr Mattori, but it was one that Sofia didn’t entirely dislike.
“Heeeheeeheeheehee… Well, at the very least you look about ten years younger in those sorts of things~” Wondering quietly if this change of his image was something to do with the teasing that she had given him earlier, the sapphire siren titled her head as she admired the new outfit of her fellow Pegasi and noted how down to earth it made him seem, especially when compared to the stuffy set of robes that he had been wearing before.

“So, picture time, huh?” Humming softly as she focused a little more on the last little task that they would share today, given it was his idea or rather ‘custom’ after all, with her bags in hand and a slight pout present on her lips Miss Serena deferred to her companion as to how they should have proceeded from this point.
“You have a spot in mind for it?” Certainly having spied more than a few sweet little places in the town of Astera thus far, with the fact that Manzo had gone out of his way to request this little moment with her, the mermaid had to assume that he had a place in mind for them to get their camera action on. Happy wherever really and hoping she would find her pretty, if somewhat concealed, image reflected in her surroundings, the teen waited to see what her partner had to say as she lingered near the changing rooms, perhaps feeling a little bit anxious to get back to her beloved now that she had her outfit picked out…


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"Make every day its own adventure~"
- Sofia Serena

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The Mark [Sofia] - Page 2 Empty on Fri Jul 12, 2019 7:19 pm

Manzo





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"I don't know about hip, I just thought I'd look nice in it. What do you think, it doesn't make look funny does it?" He was genuinely curious as to what she thought of his new look for the day. He thought it was a tad bit more appropriate than going through town with his usual get up on. He thought it was a nice change of pace but he was genuinely curious as to what his companion thought. This was an entirely new look for him after all, he hadn't bought clothes for himself in such a long time. Sofia seemed like the kind of person who would be straight with him on such matters.

The two made their way out of the store and back onto the main streets. She raised a valid question, where was a good place to do this at. He wanted to do something unique with this photo, something that he would remember even if he couldn't see the photo while he was away from it. It was hard to think of something though. Then it hit him, the place where they met. It was cliche but it also felt right to him, hopefully she wouldn't mind.

"Well, how about the place where we first met. I know that's probably a really cheesy thing, but I think it'd be nice. Not to mention we can flip a coin for good luck in the fountain." He said with a smile. He wasn't sure of how much she knew about joyan traditions. But every time a Joyan passed a fountain it was common place for them to flip a coin into it. He figured he could use as much luck as he could get, and maybe she could use some of it as well. Never hurt to have lady luck on your side.


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