Nomos Uemonsa

battle attire was fully unnecessary. His katana was moved to hook on the back of the chair as well.

“Sit down, hm? Something tells me you may have a lot to talk about it ask as time goes on. I am told I am a spectacular listener.”

going from the battle-like garb to something a bit more revealing yet still suitable for outdoor use. A longer coat scrunched together on the ends, kept close to his legs. An open back, open front, no sleeves, revealing his scars, tattoos, and body build.

He did not consider her a threat, so his +

without much hesitation. One leg props over the other, katana pulled inward to curve along his hip. His hand rests on his knee, cup held securely still.

“Games are for children or when one needs to take a break. I do not need one. You do, but not that kind.”

His outfit changes right before her, +

Her surprise is not missed, but he similarly does not acknowledge it, not even in his body language. Instead, quietly, he listens to her words, glad that his intent was not missed.

“One can only spend so much time in the shadows before the light finds them.”

Two chairs manifest. He takes a seat +

“Worthy enough for this... Sinday, is it? A day I think I like...”

An experimental outfit. He is clearly smug about it, evidently aware of how he looks.

of how much she drank.

“You never met my expectations. You, dear, beautifully shattered them.

As for honesty... I wish to be truthful. Hiding is not something I enjoy, less so keeping secrets. I pursue knowledge and act as an advisor, a mediator, which requires an almost-open book.”

she, perhaps, did not want to play. Given titles and names, prizes and glory, companions and hope, along with so much more—”

A brief inhale, a genuine smile now on his face.

“But you chose to be you. Olwen. Not the title you were given. Not the legacy you shaped.”

He refilled her cup, regardless+

A hum, partially drawn out, yet with a tone of mischief, “Meeting expectations? No.”

He took another drink from his cup, now finally turning his attention to her, crimson eyes meeting her down-turned gaze.

“The great Warrior of Light, shard of Azem, bereft of former life, and forced into a role +

“My apologies, Olwen,” his head dips, signature of an apologetic bow. He appears to have taken Hingan customs to heart.

“If you have anything to ask,” he refills his own cup, taking another drink, “I will be fully transparent. And I do mean anything. No point in hiding from one as strong as you.”

“Excuse the technicality, but I do not believe you have met another like me. Unsundered and not tempered by Zodiark; Hades, Themis, and Hephaistos were tempered.”

His tongue clicks, lips thinning as he bades himself to quiet. Too much talking for someone who hardly knows him.

Awkward.

case regarding my advice, at the very least. I watched them fall in their misguided efforts. I always supported you, Olwen, more than them.”

His elbow rests on the hilt of his katana, eyes cast to the horizon. They were a rather bright crimson.

“A pleasure to finally meet you directly.”

A somber, almost vulnerable expression laid on his face, only to be replaced after with a smile that never reached his eyes. The coffee was unique—in that it tasted however she wished. Adaptive.

“My brethren died with the Sundering. I am not sundered nor was I ever tempered. Hades made quite a +

“I know. But, I thought the dear Warrior would want to introduce herself before I did.”

He took a sip from his own cup, a quiet chuckle leaving his mouth. Then, he slightly bowed.

“Nomos. For transparency, formerly Pashtarot of the Convocation. My adjusted name; Ikigairo Uemonsa. Dealer's choice.”

A slight smile played at the edges of his lips, quite amused at the received sarcasm.

“Rather understandable. After all, a friendship is always desired before suddenly progressing to more.”

Without a single word, he waves his hand and two cups of coffee appear. He hands her one.

“So, why not?”

“For the sake of sarcasm, what about Varshahn?

Not sarcastically...”

A subtle cough. What awkward humor.

𖤓 If you need me, you can contact me through DMs or on Discord; uemonsa.
𖤓 I tend to not reach out too much, but I am very amendable to discussion. Social anxiety is a crippling, morale-dampening detriment.

Things to note;

𖤓 Anyone can interact, ping, quote, or DM. Anything I post or do is open for all.
𖤓 Shipping is open, but please keep Nomos's potential to be instinctive and sexual in mind.
𖤓 In-game character is Ikigairo Uemonsa@Jenova. Feel free to add.

30.) Plenty, but the only secrets he keeps are those one never asks about. He is strikingly honest.

29.) Letting Elidibus die. More accurately... not being able to stop it.

28.) He believes there is nothing wrong with that. Humanity, in its own division of races, would be a beast tribe of its own, would it not?

27.) His belief lies in the hope that the world can indeed hold its own without the need for the Convocation.

26.) The bloodlust that can be triggered by his blade and the mark on the inside of his left wrist. These would be considered vulnerabilities as well.

25.) His fondest memory was watching Elidibus during Convocation gatherings. Analyzing his stance, his neutrality as the Emissary in contrast to his own role as Pashtarot. He misses the younger one.

24.) None.

23.) He currently does not know of any enemies he may have.

22.) He believes only in himself.

21.) “Currency is ridiculous.”

20.) Oh, he loves sex. Particularly, he loves the pleasure that comes with it; making himself and someone else feel wonderful.

19.) A bittersweet melody, one he wishes to experience himself far more than he shows.

18.) By extension, A'xivrus, Xymor, and Zenos.