A loathsome request far beneath his standing and stature, but one he would have to complete in order to save face. He was far overqualified for such trite efforts. Mail delivery.... Some mongrel decided to shirk their duties by allegedly "falling ill." A pathetic excuse for bellyaching peasants. No matter, the king would once again step forward and do what must be done for the good of his realm. Shiki did not volunteer by any means. His father was meddling in his affairs, signing him up for this pedestrian job to once again to hinder and humiliate the young princeling. Still, it would help to have the extra cash to spend on less than reputable things. He would not denigrate himself by wearing the drab uniform of mediocrity that should be required of him. They would be grateful for his benevolence and request nothing else. He will grace the citizenry's mailboxes with the magnificence and grace of royalty.
He would start down his assigned neighborhood, mailbag slung over his shoulders, wearing his usual garish clothing, exposing his midriff and musculature for the downtrodden to admire. He would be elegant and noble in all things. That was his authority. The mundane act of delivering mail would be revolutionized into a noble emissary dispatching royal decree to the populace. A great privilege to have their letters and bills delivered by Akizuki Shiki. Strutting with plumed feathers, house after house, sliding envelopes into square boxes. A simple enough task and it pains him to admit, but it was rather fun. Playing a part, masquerading as something he was not was rather enjoyable. He started to understand the appeal of drama and theatrics - putting on an act on the big scree to captivate an adoring audience. If it wasn't so below him, he might've considered such a profession.
He was nearing the end of his assigned route when he finally encountered the fabled menace of mailmen everywhere. A snarling, growling dog that had made its life mission to defend and terrorize any existence that threatened its domain. A foolish mutt that mounted an insurgency, ignorant to the fact that everything Shiki's shadow touched already belonged to him. The dog's makeshift watchtower was no exception. Shiki bares his fangs and scoffs "Rejoice, mongrel... I am here to relieve you of your duty. Slumber knowing your post is in the hands of your illustrious king." Shiki claps his hands together and gathers his chakra and cast a genjutsu on the intrusive hound, staring daggers until the dog slowly bows before him, put down for a refreshing nap. He steps over the dog's dormant, dozing body sprawled out over the driveway with a triumphant swagger about him. Another territory conquered from rebellious paws with ease as he drops in mail.
He had finally finished. A long day of... remarkably not too tedious or boring labor. He had toiled away as the peons do and came away with it feeling somewhat satisfied. He isn't opposed to the idea of working hard- it's just simply beneath him. It always would be. His goals are far loftier than the day to day rabble. He would be a ruler - a wise king that is willing to walk among his subjects on occasion.
[WC: 540]
He would start down his assigned neighborhood, mailbag slung over his shoulders, wearing his usual garish clothing, exposing his midriff and musculature for the downtrodden to admire. He would be elegant and noble in all things. That was his authority. The mundane act of delivering mail would be revolutionized into a noble emissary dispatching royal decree to the populace. A great privilege to have their letters and bills delivered by Akizuki Shiki. Strutting with plumed feathers, house after house, sliding envelopes into square boxes. A simple enough task and it pains him to admit, but it was rather fun. Playing a part, masquerading as something he was not was rather enjoyable. He started to understand the appeal of drama and theatrics - putting on an act on the big scree to captivate an adoring audience. If it wasn't so below him, he might've considered such a profession.
He was nearing the end of his assigned route when he finally encountered the fabled menace of mailmen everywhere. A snarling, growling dog that had made its life mission to defend and terrorize any existence that threatened its domain. A foolish mutt that mounted an insurgency, ignorant to the fact that everything Shiki's shadow touched already belonged to him. The dog's makeshift watchtower was no exception. Shiki bares his fangs and scoffs "Rejoice, mongrel... I am here to relieve you of your duty. Slumber knowing your post is in the hands of your illustrious king." Shiki claps his hands together and gathers his chakra and cast a genjutsu on the intrusive hound, staring daggers until the dog slowly bows before him, put down for a refreshing nap. He steps over the dog's dormant, dozing body sprawled out over the driveway with a triumphant swagger about him. Another territory conquered from rebellious paws with ease as he drops in mail.
He had finally finished. A long day of... remarkably not too tedious or boring labor. He had toiled away as the peons do and came away with it feeling somewhat satisfied. He isn't opposed to the idea of working hard- it's just simply beneath him. It always would be. His goals are far loftier than the day to day rabble. He would be a ruler - a wise king that is willing to walk among his subjects on occasion.
[WC: 540]
