[FE on the Forums: Colors of Autumn [IC]]

“Quiet and dutiful. I like you! Now keep up the work.”

 

Fuefuki moves to M11 and performs for Nil

[FE on the Forums: Colors of Autumn [IC]]

Fuefuki had been keeping an eye on Ivoh’to and Nil, well aware of the cat’s penchant for mischief, so when he found himself thrown from his perch, his mind first reeled with the idea that Ivoh’to could be in two places at once. He righted himself and alighted gracefully on the freshly snow-covered ground, but fury etched lines into his brow and he held his flute as if to give someone - a cat - a solid whack.

 

The gravity of their new situation fell upon him suddenly though and his arm lowered. His expression, however, remained dark and smoldering.

 

“Seems even fate is intent on disrupting me today.”

 

When he said he wished to hear the music in the snow, this wasn’t what he meant, and now wolves had come to shatter what tenuous silence had fallen over the party as they all tried to make sense of the forest’s transformation.

 

“Fine then.”

 

Nil was already on the move toward the snarling beasts, and Fuefuki followed after him.

 

“This is for not listening to that idiotic cat.” He put his flute to his lips, closed his eyes, and played a few somber notes. “Now, hurry up and get rid of this thing!”

 

Fuefuki moves to N12 and performs for Nil

[FE on the Forums: Colors of Autumn [IC]]

“How noisy…”

 

From one of the tree branches arching across the little clearing, Fuefuki watched the gathering below grow more and more raucous, his lip curling with disgust. Long gone were the quiet days with Yoriie and Ivoh’to. While the cat certainly liked to talk - and back then Fuefuki had found him to be more nuisance than companion - hindsight saw him to be a much preferred audience to this rowdy bunch. The incessant bloodlust had quickly lost its novelty.

 

One leg swung rhythmically with the tune Fuefuki hummed, the other was drawn up to be a rest for his elbow, and he leaned his cheek against his fist. His geta had been discarded at the base of the tree, but his flute remained in his free hand, silent as it had been for hours.

 

“Hmph.”

 

His silver eyes drifted away from the group as Yoriie made his fire. Fuefuki couldn’t understand how he could remain so undisturbed within such a crowd, and in fact envied him… just a little. He watched a melting pile of snow slip from a branch in the distance and land with an unheard fwump - a sound that might have otherwise inspired a melody, but Megumi's voice pulled his gaze downward again.

 

"Would it kill you all to contemplate the changing seasons silently? There is music even in the early snow..." And then, under his breath: "If only I could hear it."

[FE on the Forums: Colors of Autumn [OOC]]

"If you wish to listen to my song, then you will sit there with your mouth shut. Perfection does not tolerate interruption."

Spoiler

Name: Fuefuki

Class: Komabue (Performer Trainee) > Fue-furunushi (Trickster) > Kagurabue (Enchanter) 

Character Skill: The Artist’s Wrath (Counter)

Affinity: Yin Wood  

 

Personal Flaw: Quiet! [ if the character Performs within 3 spaces of an ally who has not moved yet, support bonuses received and given will be halved until next Player Phase ]

Personal Skill: A Captive Audience [ if Performing for a single ally, that ally gains +2 DMG dealt until the next Player Phase ] 

 

Preferred Stats: LCK, SPD  

Weapon Proficiency: Performance (E)  

Level: 1

Total Level: 1  

 

Progression Spent: 330/330  

Stats: HP: 18 ( 45% ) +1

STR: 2 ( 5% )

MAG: 3 ( 60% ) +1

SKL: 2 ( 50% )

LCK: 6 ( 65% ) +1

DEF: 1 ( 10% )

RES: 3 ( 30% )

SPD: 6 ( 65% ) +1  

 

MOV: 4

CON: 3

AID: 2

 

Appearance: As a tsukumogami. Fuefuki’s true appearance is that of an old bamboo flute, carved and painted in a way that indicates its past use as an instrument in the court of a high noble house. After reaching his 100th birthday, however, he was given a soul and allowed to take a new form. Companion to Yoriie by that time, Fuefuki chose to appear as a human. He looks youthful, despite his age, and passes for human at a glance, but two short, flesh-colored horns protrude from either side of his forehead and his gold eyes possess a glow of their own. His straight black hair is bobbed at his chin, his ears are pointed, and he frequently wears an ill-humored expression except when performing alone – or for Yoriie. He wears three layers of formal robes which are intricately embroidered with gold that glows faintly just as his eyes do, an expensive-looking brown and gold obi, a brown haori with gold embroidered birds in flight across the back, and takageta roughly 10cm high. He is almost never without the bamboo flute from which he was born.