Post by Yakito on Jun 27, 2024 14:41:59 GMT -5
In hindsight, the metamorphosis came with its fair share of downsides. Chief among them was the lack of fur, the utterly alien feeling of wind brushing against his bare skin. The fact that Arcose's climate was competitive when it came to be the coldest of the known universe only made matters worse. No more was the era of heated unitard when strolling across the streets of Kuriza: A full bodysuit with a mask was necessary to avoid potentially life-threatening situations.
Fortunately for his sake, Yakito lived in cozy quarters located in the Oasis, the one place on Arcose where the marvels of nature kept the outdoors temperature to a more comfortable level. It is the tone of his scouter located atop the bedside table that stirred the Earthling awake. With a sluggish yawn and a shuffle, Yakito extended his arm to see what the fuss was about. "Mh? Earlier than usual..." That's because the alarm he just received wasn't for sunrise, but rather a notification of the highest importance. "A summon?" Recorded by none other than Rambutan, Ticoga's newly appointed chamberlain. From what Yakito was able to garner by perusing the vague message, his Emperor desired a private meeting to discuss unlabeled matters of utmost importance. "But for what?" He pondered audibly, standing away from the comfiness of the sheets to lumber toward the bathroom to make himself more presentable.
A quick shower was taken, which was expressly followed by using his outdated Earthling hairdryer on that blonde mane of his to get the dripping water out. His early grooming was punctuated by many unanswered questions about what would be the subject matter. It couldn't possibly be rebukes, right? He had been behaving in an exemplary fashion, putting forth the Empire's interests before his own. While it sucked that he and Marian had little opportunities for physical interactions aboard the Acheron II, the daily video calls helped alleviate this time deficiency somewhat. To think that his schedule would only get tighter if Zuqetta's ambitions for him within her Dreadspawn were to concretize themselves...
Yakito had to change his mind! He put on his signature makeup - a combination of magenta eye shadow, and matching jet black eyeliner and nail polish - before heading out clad in his insulated full bodysuit. To his surprise, a private hovering transport was already waiting for him outside of his condominium unit. "Guess he wouldn't have taken no for an answer, uh?" Not like his reply of "Ave Imperator. I'm coming in fifteen minutes." left much to be interpreted. All it took was for the Earthling to confirm his attendance for the automated system to dispatch a private limousine in less time it took for the Imperial youth to brush his teeth.
With an empty stomach and a pensive mind, Yakito listlessly stared through the window and took in the scenery of the Glazed Sea. The watery expanses dotted with sheets of broken ice and mighty glaciers slowly turned into an ocean of crystalline skyscrapers as the vehicle made its way to the Regal Citadel. Nestled at the epicenter of Kuriza City where it towered above every building on the planet, the lavish seat of the Imperial throne looked as outlandish as ever. A true palace of excess making for quite the misfit with Ticoga's humble demeanor and noble goals, but perhaps projecting power was a necessity as a monarch.
Honestly, Yakito did not envy Ticoga's situation; imagining himself being stuck salvaging a corrupt logistical nightmare of a realm was appalling. This didn't mean that the young martial artist didn't believe in Ticoga's vision, of course, but their work certainly wasn't cut out for them...
Pondering aside, Rambutan was present in front of the Citadel's massive main entrance where individuals constantly ebbed and flowed, diligently waiting for Yakito with his arms folded behind his back. Yakito exited the vehicle and regarded the Simian gentleman who stood out from the comparatively smaller crowd with a smiling nod. He approached within earshot before speaking to the chamberlain. "Lead the way!" That he did; after a mutual handshake of acknowledgement urged by their respective stations, Rambutan guided Yakito to the throne room.
Today marked the second time that Yakito laid foot on the circle of crimson obsidian marble standing before the dais where the gilded throne stood. The light shining through the stained glass was cast around and over Yakito's androgynous, musclebound figure. Almost poetic, in a way, for Yakito had nothing to hide unlike most who entreated with Ticoga. As such, being subjugated to the shimmering beacon of kaleidoscopic radiance and the perceptive stare of his Emperor filled him with an odd sense of calmness.
Whether Ticoga was present or not when Yakito and Rambutan stepped into the room mattered little; the Chamberlain would wait to be dismissed or solicited and Yakito would show similar patience and respect by waiting for the Emperor to arrive and speak before doing anything that wasn't bowing.
Fortunately for his sake, Yakito lived in cozy quarters located in the Oasis, the one place on Arcose where the marvels of nature kept the outdoors temperature to a more comfortable level. It is the tone of his scouter located atop the bedside table that stirred the Earthling awake. With a sluggish yawn and a shuffle, Yakito extended his arm to see what the fuss was about. "Mh? Earlier than usual..." That's because the alarm he just received wasn't for sunrise, but rather a notification of the highest importance. "A summon?" Recorded by none other than Rambutan, Ticoga's newly appointed chamberlain. From what Yakito was able to garner by perusing the vague message, his Emperor desired a private meeting to discuss unlabeled matters of utmost importance. "But for what?" He pondered audibly, standing away from the comfiness of the sheets to lumber toward the bathroom to make himself more presentable.
A quick shower was taken, which was expressly followed by using his outdated Earthling hairdryer on that blonde mane of his to get the dripping water out. His early grooming was punctuated by many unanswered questions about what would be the subject matter. It couldn't possibly be rebukes, right? He had been behaving in an exemplary fashion, putting forth the Empire's interests before his own. While it sucked that he and Marian had little opportunities for physical interactions aboard the Acheron II, the daily video calls helped alleviate this time deficiency somewhat. To think that his schedule would only get tighter if Zuqetta's ambitions for him within her Dreadspawn were to concretize themselves...
Yakito had to change his mind! He put on his signature makeup - a combination of magenta eye shadow, and matching jet black eyeliner and nail polish - before heading out clad in his insulated full bodysuit. To his surprise, a private hovering transport was already waiting for him outside of his condominium unit. "Guess he wouldn't have taken no for an answer, uh?" Not like his reply of "Ave Imperator. I'm coming in fifteen minutes." left much to be interpreted. All it took was for the Earthling to confirm his attendance for the automated system to dispatch a private limousine in less time it took for the Imperial youth to brush his teeth.
With an empty stomach and a pensive mind, Yakito listlessly stared through the window and took in the scenery of the Glazed Sea. The watery expanses dotted with sheets of broken ice and mighty glaciers slowly turned into an ocean of crystalline skyscrapers as the vehicle made its way to the Regal Citadel. Nestled at the epicenter of Kuriza City where it towered above every building on the planet, the lavish seat of the Imperial throne looked as outlandish as ever. A true palace of excess making for quite the misfit with Ticoga's humble demeanor and noble goals, but perhaps projecting power was a necessity as a monarch.
Honestly, Yakito did not envy Ticoga's situation; imagining himself being stuck salvaging a corrupt logistical nightmare of a realm was appalling. This didn't mean that the young martial artist didn't believe in Ticoga's vision, of course, but their work certainly wasn't cut out for them...
Pondering aside, Rambutan was present in front of the Citadel's massive main entrance where individuals constantly ebbed and flowed, diligently waiting for Yakito with his arms folded behind his back. Yakito exited the vehicle and regarded the Simian gentleman who stood out from the comparatively smaller crowd with a smiling nod. He approached within earshot before speaking to the chamberlain. "Lead the way!" That he did; after a mutual handshake of acknowledgement urged by their respective stations, Rambutan guided Yakito to the throne room.
Today marked the second time that Yakito laid foot on the circle of crimson obsidian marble standing before the dais where the gilded throne stood. The light shining through the stained glass was cast around and over Yakito's androgynous, musclebound figure. Almost poetic, in a way, for Yakito had nothing to hide unlike most who entreated with Ticoga. As such, being subjugated to the shimmering beacon of kaleidoscopic radiance and the perceptive stare of his Emperor filled him with an odd sense of calmness.
Whether Ticoga was present or not when Yakito and Rambutan stepped into the room mattered little; the Chamberlain would wait to be dismissed or solicited and Yakito would show similar patience and respect by waiting for the Emperor to arrive and speak before doing anything that wasn't bowing.
PL: 120,000 (Yakito is in his Base form.)
UT used: N/A
KP: 6/6 - MP: 0/6 - HP: 000/250
Traits: Bare-Knuckle Brawler [ACTIVE], Self-Sacrifice [1/1], Turtle School Secrets [INACTIVE]
Utility Items: Jet Squirrel, Scouter, Weighted Teddy [INACTIVE]
WC: 824
TWC: 824
UT used: N/A
KP: 6/6 - MP: 0/6 - HP: 000/250
Traits: Bare-Knuckle Brawler [ACTIVE], Self-Sacrifice [1/1], Turtle School Secrets [INACTIVE]
Utility Items: Jet Squirrel, Scouter, Weighted Teddy [INACTIVE]
WC: 824
TWC: 824