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ＮＡＭＥ：Faolán Adael Conlan Highwind
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ＭＡＲＫＩＮＧ： Left forearm.
ＡＢＩＬＩＴＩＥＳ： Along with the elemental powers of lightning he's seemed to have gained, Faolán's Eidolon is Valkyrie.


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Born to the King and Queen of Cocoon, Faolán was their first child. Life was good, from his childhood up until his teen years, filled with the general prince-like duties. He took on a brotherly role when his sister was born, and things were going pretty fine up until the moment when something strange began happening with his father.

Troubles only seemed to pile up though, as not that long after, he found himself with a funny mark on his arm. That his sister appeared with one too was even more worrisome, but there was little else to do but hide it. As if things couldn't possibly get worse, his mother passed away and it was during the funeral ceremony that both he and his sister, were swept up in a whole bunch of trouble.

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Alice was too kind.

This was a thought that always seemed to come to mind, whenever he saw his fiery-haired companion leap into action for the sake of another. It was the same thought he'd held when she'd adamantly declared she was going to save all the pokemon. It was the same thing he'd thought when she stepped in so cockily to save that child. It was the same thing he was thinking now, as she sat with him, her disposition having changed drastically, mindful even. But then again, why wouldn't it? It wasn't as if in the entire time they'd been together she had ever seen him snap. Get truly angry? He'd never shown her the uglier parts of his self, having hidden it all carefully away behind the mask of a laid-back soul. Deep down though, he was anything but that. And now, it was showing, and in the worst way possible.

Still, the gentle touch of her fingers brushing across his cheek was surprising, and his gaze drifted tentatively almost to hers, as she spoke again. A decent name, hm? With the softest of frowns, he leaned on his knees, not even minding their current almost haphazard location atop the jungle gym. Sure, it could be the first love a parent could give their child. But it could also, just as simply and easily be, an action or process that was deemed as traditional and commonplace, thus it was done. It was natural to give a 'name'; the name itself, didn't always necessarily have to have any meaning to it. He didn't say this though, because he doubted Alice would see it that way.

"Maybe not today, Kazue, and maybe not tomorrow, but someday,"

Glancing towards her again as she spoke, the boy carefully rubbed at his stinging eyes, his breathing soft despite the turmoil still within. Regret, she'd said. But, for Kazue, that was such a silly thing to say. Alice wouldn't know it of course, but he was filled with those. What was one more? He was vehemently sure he didn't want to see those people. He could make up excuses, he could blame them for the way his life had gone, but in the end, he knew what it was that was keeping him from going near them. It was a feeling that had been festering and growing since that day when he'd been left. And another thing too... hadn't he used that loneliness? Hadn't he used that rejection? He'd used it to make himself stronger during the times with Snagem. With his Master, who'd taken advantage of those negative feelings. Kazue couldn't say he would ever put as much blame on that man, as he did on his parents. If he ... spoke with them, would he lose that strength? Would he become weak? He didn't want to make friends with them; friends, because he could no longer think of them as family. What could he have to possibly say to them, anyways? Yes, Alice was right, there were many things he would love to yell at them, at these people who had emerged from the frayed memories of his past life. But that did not fit with his mask, did it? Then again, he'd already lost ahold of it the moment he'd opened his mouth back at that house. Yet despite the eloquent words which she'd used for describing families, that which would have set a smile on his face any other time, his reaction was nothing more than to look away.

Having closed his eyes, Kazue only opened them again when he felt Alice's hands on his face. Steeling himself with a single deep breath, gathering himself, he found himself staring at the blazing gaze of the fiery-haired girl, and not really wanting to meet it's honest light, as if it'd pierce through to all his fears and secrets. He didn't resist this touch either though, and he let the girl do as she pleased.

"I... I don't know what happened to you Kazue. All I know is that it must have been painful. Awful. ..."

Kazue stayed entirely silent throughout Alice's words. Did she think he could make up with them? It honestly didn't seem possible. Not only because of what he'd become, what he felt, but because he didn't want to. Right now, Kazue felt sure he didn't need a family. If it was like the one he'd been born into, then no. The profound effect of what he'd lost had without a doubt, left him distrustful. It'd torn him apart as a child; he didn't want to destroy Alice's hopeful optimism, but how fair was it, that those people would get a second chance? A chance to say 'sorry'? Oops? I didn't mean to do that to you? That would never fix what he'd been through, and to hear anyone try that on him would only be an insult.

The last syllables of Alice's speech drifted off on the wind, and in the end, Kazue merely sighed. He stayed like that for another good five minutes, before eventually straightening up, once he was sure he would not have more tears falling or the like. "... Sometimes, Alice, I feel like I don't belong near you," He said cryptically, voice cracking from all the emotion he felt, as his gaze rose up to the sky. "I ... am not like you at all.." Looking down at his hands, he studied his fingers, before raising the arm that still carried the Snag machine. Tentatively, slowly at first, he pulled back the material of his jacket, revealing the gleaming and well-kept metal unto the light of the moon.

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age ┇ Seventeen
wish ┇ While Ryder does say feel it's best to attain your wishes through your own work, his wish is something that depends on a whole lot of other things to get; he wishes he could find his sister, who's been missing for more than two years.
toll ┇ Ryder's ended up placing his eyesight on the line. Simply put, it's the vision out of his right eye.

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There was never really anything duly out of ordinary that one could find in Ryder's life. He was born a year before his parents got married and not that long after, the couple bought a house to settle in. Two years before all that, his parents had had their first child whom they named Avalee was born. The family lived quite peacefully in their home for a good amount of years, and Ryder grew up there with his older sister.

Growing up though, Avalee seemed to be the more rebellious one. By the time both she and Ryder were teens, Avalee had argued countless times with her parents, and over just about everything. These types of arguments became the norm, with their parents trying to get their daughter to see reason. It was all typical. Perhaps it was because it was this typical, that when Avalee went missing, things somewhat fell apart. It had not been that good of a day for Ryder when he returned home, and maybe that was some sort of sign of what would happen next. Avalee did not come home with him, instead telling him she was going off with some others. Ryder didn't give it a second thought, as that was what she usually did when she was angry with their parents, and he wanted to go home. The worry only set in when she didn't return home that night, or the next morning. It wasn't long before she was reported as missing, and people set out in search of her, but to no avail.

Suffice to say, it was definitely a hard thing to come to terms with when a week passed and she hadn't been found; even the evidence led to nothing valuable His parents had it the worst, as his father seemed to feel particularly guilty over their last argument, despite the fact that hadn't really been the cause of her disappearance. It was a horrible struggle, but eventually Ryder shook himself out of the heavy depression that had fallen over his home, and his family's life began to move again, but not the same. It's been two years, but Ryder hasn't forgotten his sister in the slightest. In fact, he sort of still expects her to come through his bedroom door like she always did. Ryder didn't initially have any intentions of accepting the strange letter he received, because the idea ... didn't appeal to him. It's unrealistic in a way, to think that he'll find her after two years, but in the end, here he is. His toll is the vision of his right eye, because no matter what he may say, he's always looking for her.

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The halls through which he passed were all familiar, the turns and doorways all expected. Despite the almost soothing history of the place though, it did little to distract the young man as he swiftly made his way to the main entrance. The 'armor' he wore on his left arm made soft sounds with each step he took, as if to give warning should there be anyone around of his presence. The seriousness in his eyes did nothing to lessen the intensity he seemed to carry with the frown on his face. Clearing the steps before him with little thought, Terra wondered just what could have possibly gone through his mind when Ventus had decided to leave home. He should have known better than to leave to who-knew-where, but there was little to do about it now.

"Aqua."

Reaching the main entrance of the castle, Terra coolly stepped over towards the young woman, his relatively neutral facade easily capable of hiding the uneasy feelings within. It was funny almost, to find just how the sudden disappearance of one of his good friends could affect him. They had been a trio for so long, that it seemed only natural that it would continue that way. For what had been assumed to be such a 'set' thing, it'd been disrupted rather easily. Perhaps that wasn't the right way to put it though; something had gone amiss in the other worlds, and it'd been their task to investigate. Suffice to say, while it had only been a task set for himself and Aqua, it figured that Ventus would not have allowed himself to stay home and wait.

Upon reaching her, he gave a slight shake of his head. "There's no sign of him. Ven really did leave." Despite all, Terra had still felt the need to check around, as if expecting to find the blond hiding out somewhere. With the reinforcement that Ventus had indeed left though, he could only feel the frown deepen slightly, composed otherwise. No matter his facade though, Terra knew that if anyone, it would be Aqua whom would know his true sentiments. It only made sense considering how long they'd known each other and not to mention, those same feelings most likely rang true in her as well. He looked to her, as if expecting her to tell him otherwise, to contradict what he had already said, but he knew better than that. "Now what? We should go find him, and soon."

As Minami walked down one of the various paths within the Sohma Estate, he found himself wondering what it was he was doing. Simply speaking, the answer to that question was easy. He was going to the Cat's house, because he'd been invited by Natsuo's older brother. And actually, it was for that very reason, that he was wondering. He wondered what his sister would say if she knew where he was going; she really didn't like Natsuo. Heck, he wondered what his parents would say. They'd be furious or maybe appalled. Funny though, in a way, it was because of that, that Minami found himself going. Everyone seemed so stuck on telling him to stay away, and in turn that incessantly rebellious nature of his had him wanting to do the complete opposite.

But .. still, there were a lot of stories - unkind ones - about him, weren't there? Even now still, actually. There were plenty of things he'd heard, some more violent or wild than others. Suffice to say though, maybe those ladies just liked to gossip way too much, and anyways he'd already met Natsuo and he certainly didn't seem to match some of the provided portrayals. ... ... Then again, there had to be some truth, right? Some of it? A part of it? It wasn't exactly a good way to think, but that was what was drifting in his mind when Minami reached the house he was supposed to find. He was getting influenced by all that stuff, wasn't he?

Apprehensively almost, the Horse stared at the door. He knew the next thing he had to do was knock, but it still took him a minute or so, before he finally ventured to do so.







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This wasn't what he'd expected to happen.

He'd come because he shared the same curiosity as his prince, but he hadn't asked for much more than just... observing. Despite himself though, when it looked as though that strange woman would tip forward, he released his grip from the prince's arm and stepped forward to catch her. Why had he done that?

Luca tensed when he felt her body press against his, her arms encircling themselves round his neck, as if a sudden gust of warm air had caught them. He realized just then as well, that she was... alive. Awake. Breathing. He could feel it. Though he didn't dare remove his hands from her waist - he wasn't sure if she could stand on her own - Luca wished he could see her face, or the face of any of the others. The moment the hissing from the strange pod had died down, a silence had swiftly permeated the air, and it had yet to leave. There was a few moments' pause, before the woman in his arms finally moved, raising her delicate face to meet his gaze. He was momentarily stunned by the intensity of the hue of her eyes, even though her own expression belied little emotion. At least, they hadn't, until she looked at him as if his presence meant something more. For whatever reason, Luca felt himself become momentarily aware once again of the erratic beat of his heart, as if something inside him knew something his mind did not.

The giant mecha above them abruptly sprang to life, and Luca threw his gaze upwards at it instantly. He took a few steps back with her, as if expecting the entire pit to collapse in on them, his gaze tossing back towards the prince, who much like the others had snapped out of their paralysis and were trying to back away. In time, the mecha quietened down, and apart from a few columns of dust and gravel, there was no other harm done. Luca felt himself sigh a soft breath of relief, glad that they wouldn't be buried alive.

"What should we do with her?"

The first voice to speak up since the woman had fallen out of the pod. Luca turned himself to see who it was, realizing it was one of the scientists. They seemed to be bickering over what to do with the woman.

"This is not something the military can handle! We're much more capable of analyzing all that's just happened. Don't tell me you didn't see that smoke that left the pod? Who knows what kind of foreign chemicals could've been used to preserve her in this such stasis for so long? Who knows if they aren't detrimental to the health? Look at her appearance!"

Dryly, Luca couldn't help but notice how they didn't particularly seem to care about his own health, since lo and behold, here he was, still holding the woman, still pressed against her. Was he going to be diseased then? Was that what they were saying? Though frankly, he could feel a dislike for the arguing men increase a fraction; sure, her appearance may have looked... different, but that didn't necessarily mean it was any after-effect of anything... right? They were clearly just trying to make themselves more capable and worthy than they actually were.

"...E-enough of this. I demand someone take the lady from Luca - the militia shall do so, as this was their discovery. They will also take the mecha, and see to it that my servant isn't ...infected. If you wish to take part in this, then you will go through the authorities as is required to enter the castle. That is all."

Despite the prince's stutter and wavering voice, by the end of his speech, he'd returned to an imperial tone. One that said that he would not listen to any other reasoning. Luca couldn't exactly say he felt reassured that even the prince thought he was infected (he didn't feel any different), but ... whatever. The Lieutenant had a visibly smug expression on his face as he glanced at the dismayed head scientist, saluting the prince. "We thank you, Prince. We will gladly do as you say, though may I suggest having one of my own men escort you back? Just to be safe." There was a pause of contemplation, but eventually acceded and turned. "Very well. Do make sure to bring back my servant in good condition by dinner though." Frankly, Luca wasn't too surprised to see Kenley accepting those words. As childishly stubborn as he was, he was an easily frightened person. A trio of military men came to escort the prince away, and as they did so, Luca sighed. Whatever. He'd long since gotten used to Kenley's way of acting. At times, he treated him like a friend, and at others, like a possession. That was a prince for you, wasn't it?

"Alright now you, why don't you lead the lady with us?"

The Lieutenant's voice was considerably less respectful than it had been when talking to Kenley. Obviously. "... Are you afraid you'll be 'infected' too?" At this point, Luca was wondering if it was truly possible that something like that could happen, but if anything at least, then it gave him to opportunity to speak out freely as he wished to. A smirk played on his lips, fully aware that the Lieutenant knew he was untouchable, for all intents and purposes. If not because of this apparent 'liability of infection', but also because the prince woul

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... What was he doing?

For more than the twentieth time that day since he'd woken up, he asked himself that question. The street was filled with people making their way to this or that destination, and it wasn't surprising that they paid the young man little mind. Distracted with his own thoughts, it would have probably made little difference to Ryder anyways. Yet again, he asked himself if what he was doing was right. Cuing the obligatory inner argument with himself, he reminded himself what he could with a wish should he win; Avalee could come back even after the considerable length of time she'd been missing. The opposing side though, countered that argument with doubt. Wish or not, wasn't that too good to be true no matter what anyone said? Two years was a long time for a missing person to come back.

Grip tightening on the simple cell that he held in his hand, Ryder kept his gaze to what lay directly before him. His steps were considerably slower and careful than the rest of the commuters, but as of right now, he had no set destination. Instead, he was still trying to get used to the sudden black out of half his world. Having completely lost the vision in one as per the rules of this game, it was only another reason to doubt his decision. His vision had never been bad, but to lose half of it without much warning had definitely been a shock. It was amazing really, how much little things like eyesight could be taken for granted. Having gone to sleep on Thursday night, Ryder honestly hadn't expected to be half-blind when he woke up the next day; he could still vividly recall that moment and how his heart had picked up a few beats in surprise. Even with familiar surroundings, it hadn't exactly been easy to get around and he'd been fortunate that his parents weren't home, or they would have surely asked him what was wrong. The real trouble though, Ryder found to be once he'd stepped outside. Funnily enough, it was like that reassurance one would have of knowing what was around had left him, and that didn't seem like such a welcoming idea considering he had next-to-no idea what this 'game' would require him to do.

The feeling of the device vibrating snapping him out of his less than optimistic thoughts, Ryder halted his steps, frowning. Looking at the vibrating cell as if it were the source of his displeasure (which it sort of was?), he gave the cell a one-eyed stare before answering. The male's voice which could be heard from the other end only served to deepen the frown etched across his features, but Ryder listened quietly to each word spoken with care. Moments later, he opened the text that had been sent promptly after the call had been disconnected. Moving off to one side of the walkway, the young man studied the little characters; the sight of his own name left him with an uncomfortable feeling, but he pushed it away, instead putting his focus into the numbers that had followed it. N 51.50051 W 0.13990 . They were coordinates. Pulling out his own cellphone (which he preferred a whole lot more), Ryder wasted little time in finding the exact location the coordinates entitled, mind instantly working to pinpoint just how far it was from where he currently was.

Stuffing the black phone into the safety of a pocket of his dark wash jeans, Ryder finally got to moving again, this time with more purpose. Pulling up the hood of his sport's sweater over his head as if that would make the darkness on one side more natural, Ryder followed a group of people across a street quickly using his own phone as a clock to keep track of the time. Fifteen minutes. Despite knowing he could make it to his intended destination (unless he got mixed up) and in the given time, he couldn't help but check every so often for the time. Like an annoying little habit, he would look for the lit numbers in successive intervals. When he had checked it twice and the numbers displayed were relatively the same, Ryder finally forced himself to stow the phone away. At this rate, he really wouldn't make it, considering the fact that he felt... just plain strange without the use of his other eye and it was making his pace a bit slower than normal.

Time was ticking away, but Ryder found himself making relatively good progress. The nearer he came to the destination, the tiniest bit more his pace picked up. It was something of an anticipation, fueled by curiosity, really. As much as he seemed to look down upon the very principals of this Game itself, Ryder couldn't deny that he didn't have at least some interest or he would have torn up the first letter from the moment he'd finished reading it. Pulling out the black cell to check just how close he'd come to being 'late', Ryder crossed the street with a mass of others, feeling just a little less tense than he'd initially been. His gaze shifted from the cell to his surroundings, not quite sure if there was supposed to be a signal or sign or ... something. Perhaps not as used to his lack of vision as he thought he was, he probably should have expected it to happen sooner rather than later. With the intention of pocketing the cell once again, Ryder seemed to miss the slight difference in the sidewalk that anyone else would have taken easy note of; as a result he found himself toppling to the ground. With a clatter, the dark phone bounced twice before landing a small distance away.

Having just barely caught himself with the palms of his hands, Ryder hissed a few foul words under his breath. Great. Because what he needed was people walking by staring at him, wondering what was up with the guy that tripped over nothing. Picking himself up in as much a dignified manner as he could muster, Ryder brushed his hands off on his jeans, quickly reaching out for the cell and snatching it from the ground. Checking it to check it wasn't broken, Ryder found it's condition to be similar to his. Fine save for a few scratches, though then again, he doubted phones were ever embarrassed in public. " ... Stupid Game," He muttered, instinctively reaching for the useless eye as though he was making sure he hadn't lost the eye itself completely. If there were other people watching, he didn't know nor did he care. What really, was he doing here? How many times was it now? He wouldn't be able to keep count of how many times he'd be questioning his decision throughout the day.

And the game had only just begun.

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What a day.

Peppermint Mocha had seemed rather enthusiastic today, and he (or had it been Iced Vanila Latte?), had really outdone himself with the most recent theme for the Host Club. In as quiet a fashion as always, with only his musing thoughts to keep him company, Kusuhara Natsume undid the buttons of the extravagant high collared coat he'd been wearing, setting it aside on it's hangar before turning to his less... bold clothing. Slipping the slim-fitting shirt onto his lithe and athletically refined torso, Natsume really couldn't say he minded these crazy ideas of the Host Club. It was most certainly nothing like the basketball club, which he'd been a part of before, but then again, this was an entirely different 'type' of club, wasn't it? Something like the Host Club wasn't something one would immediately assume to be a proper school club, even if it was Kanemochi Gakuen. Then again, that was the allure of it, wasn't it? Not just the club itself, but its members as well. He wouldn't say he didn't enjoy the basketball club, because he did, but this club and the others had their own place amongst the things he was fond of. They were certainly interesting and entertaining, and each had their own quirks that only added more spice to their club activities. These people, his friends... these were the ones whom he felt most comfortable with.

Natsume was well aware of the contrast in his own silent personality, as opposed to some of the others, but it was fine that way, wasn't it? To be amongst them, at least here at school, he could relish the exuberance and difference which his father had seemed all too keen to stifle. That mere thought was more than enough to bring a subtle frown of dislike to the third year host's usually stoic features, as he slid on the dark wash jeans. To say that the Kusuhara males had a rocky relation would be nothing less than an understatement, and it certainly didn't help that his mother seemed intent on keeping her distance from the argument. His father was exactly the perfect example of what he didn't like. The type that seemed to relish picking battles and fights for almost nothing at all. It was for that very reason, that Natsume had found more comfort retreating to Caramel Macchiato's home most days since he'd been little; if there was anywhere he felt more at ease, it would be at his best friend's side. His father's incessant grooming and ideas on what the ideal successor had to be like may have overwhelmed his own personality and demeanor into the silent nature he had now, but those types of things didn't matter as much when he was with Caramel Macchiato. That was simply how close of friends they were; how much Natsume felt he was able to put his trust into the other. Some people may have thought him strange for it though; after all, how was it that he would speak when the other was around? But neither he nor the other members of the club seemed to mind. In fact, they seemed to him as he was, and make use of it. That was rather amazing in itself, wasn't it?

Speaking of his best friend though, it simply wouldn't do to keep him waiting, would it?

Brushing fingers through his short hair, Natsume exited the changing room, his dark gaze scanning the now cleaned up Music Room. Any commoner would have probably balked at the drastic change that had taken place in a matter of minutes to the room. Now though, it was the same elegant room as it always was before and after activities. The others still lingered here and there, but with a first look, Natsume found he could not locate his companion. A barely perceptible frown rising to his features, he took a few steps towards the elegant seats, where he was sure he'd seen him last. But ... he wasn't there? Boots tapping across the marble flooring, he turned, as if expecting to find the cheery male behind him. Nothing. Feeling his fingers curl into fists, and the muscles in his shoulders tense, Natsume mentally told himself to calm down. Caramel Macchiato was still here, he wouldn't have left without him, right? ... Of course not.

But his self-soothing words were short lived, and his normally calm pace was quickened, as he scoured Music Room 3 for Caramel Macchiato, frantically beginning to open each and every door within the room, not even bothering to leave them in their original state. Nothing. Suffice to say, by this point, Natsume was finding a coldness washing through his very being, his heart doubling its pace rather swiftly. Despite the lack of truly expressive facial expressions and not to mention words, the look in his eyes told all. In an anxious fashion, like someone who'd just lost their younger sibling in an impossibly large shopping department, Natsume even went so far as to look beneath the couches and seats, as if by some random chance, Caramel Macchiato would be hiding beneath them. It quickly became clear to him that it was useless though; he simply wasn't here.

" ... ... Caramel Macchiato...?"

His voice was soft yet deep. Looking left, then right, Natsume found himself unsure of what to do next, his heart pounding as if he'd been through one of those rigorous martial arts training sessions. This was his fault, wasn't it? He'd looked away, he'd taken too long while changing, and now Caramel Macchiato was lost! Completely disregarding the fact that they were still in school, and that it techinically wasn't possible to get lost in here unless you didn't know your way around, Natsume bit his lip tersely, his mind finding it more and more difficult to process just what to do next. Each time he tried, it was as if the only pressing thought in his mind, was that because of his negligence, his best friend was gone. The more time that passed, the more pronounced the feeling got as well, and were Natsume the type incapable of maintaining a tight rein on his emotions, he may have been much more expressive of the panic welling deep within his chest.

Quite prepared to go home and get Raku, just to search for Caramel Macchiato, Natsume hurriedly left Music Room 3, fists clenched tightly. Turning a corner, nearly bumping into a few lingering students who blinked in surprise at him before hurrying out his way, frightened by the serious expression upon his features, Natsume wouldn't have looked down if it hadn't been for that. As it was, his attention on the other students was minimal as he knelt down, frowning deeply. That ... that was cake wasn't it? Fingering the whipped cream that lay on the normally pristine floors, Natsume felt a bit of a hope rise within him. This... ! He could find Caramel Macchiato with this, right? Straightening up in one fluid movement, Natsume nodded to himself, determined to locate his best friend before the trail went cold.

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We live in the present, having lost our Icarus-like innocent courage

xoxoxoxoxoSimply passing the days like that, we're gripping our doubts

Once you know the answer's right here, everything becomes a new timbre

xoxoxoxoxoI believe there must be a definite radiance opposite this wind

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Honestly, it's a little strange to be describing my appearance, but if I have to... My hair has a ebony hue, dark and wildly styled; it's faintly reminiscent to that of the Queen actually. It contrasts vividly with the deep green of my eyes, passed down by my mother, though. Honestly, I have little care for my appearance, and it was never uncommon to see me running through the streets as a child. For all that though, my mother tells me I look just like my father. She says I have that same regal look about me that he had. I stand at a height of 5'8, and despite the work I've grown up doing, I still have something of an elegance despite my lean and athletic build. Suffice to say, people tend to joke that I must be a cast-away son of some noble, but I wonder what they'd say if they found out that wasn't too far from the truth? I don't feel like it though; anything but, actually. One noticeable thing too, would be a scar on my left arm, a memento from that brawl I was dragged into. Clothing wise, I prefer what simple and sensible. If it's cold, it has to keep me warm. If it's hot, it has to be light. I don't care about getting dirty, but I do care about being comfortable. Simple as that.

My seed is that of a carnation; remembrance. Simply put, I like to think it symbolizes the need to look back on the past. To not forget the things that have been done nor the people met. The past has many things to help press forward with the present and the future. It can at times even be a warning, a caution against repeating the same actions of those before and their fates. In the same manner, it means to remember the positive as well; to keep in mind the realization that with the past behind, there is a open present and endless future of opportunity ahead. My seed is that of keeping in mind, but not being bound by what's happened before. It's a flower of purity, innocence, and of good luck.

For the most part, I'd like to say that I'm a relatively level-headed person, though I will admit that I can have quite the temper if anyone should be (un)lucky enough to get me angry. Generally though, I'm quite good-natured, and while I do try to keep things in a realistic perspective, I may be a little more idealistic than I'd like. If I could save my half-sister, I would probably do so too, even with all the things she's done. With that being said though, I won't say I'm naive enough to think that I can save everyone, and if she's become as corrupt as the Queen before her, then there's nothing else to do. Living in the city with all the people has taught me things; I'm not so careless with my trust, nor do I honestly believe that everything is fair in life. It's not. Fortunately my life hasn't been bad, but I've definitely seen those who are worse off. I'm an amiable presence, even if I'm not talkative or exactly out-going. I'm more of the type to sit back, taking note of things. I've been told often too, that I can be quite stubborn. I don't see that as much as stubbornness but as unwavering resolve. I'd like to think that I can be considered a reassuring presence for my friends; so they know I've got their back.

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xoxooo1 - oo5
➷➷ I grow up with my mother; my father comes sometimes to see us.
➷➷ As I get a bit older, when my mother has to work, she leaves me with the other servant's children.
➷➷ My father comes once while my mother is working, and he takes me with him for a bit; he tells me stories about my sister, but it's just about the only meeting I have with him.
➷➷ Once while playing around in the castle halls, I see my sister for the first time. She doesn't notice me, but I can tell it's her.
➷➷ My mother begins to feel that the castle is becoming too dangerous to work for, even with the Queen long gone. She fears for our safety and thus, she quits her job and we leave the castle for good.

xoxooo6 - o10
➷➷ My mother has taken a different job; it is much harder than living in the castle, but she tells me my father helped us a bit.
➷➷ My mother always speak good of my father though we never see him; I stop asking her about him when I see it makes her sad.
➷➷ The money my father gave runs out, but my mother is hard-working and I help her with little jobs so we are fine. She tells me of stories of the reason why we left the castle, but I don't think much of it though they do catch my interest.
➷➷ Talk about my sister- the princess - arises of how she'll take the throne when she's older. That is the last time I ever hear anything about my father, and he never comes to see us again.

xoxoo11 - o15
➷➷ My father and half-sister are vague memories and thoughts in my mind. I have many things to do what with helping my mother earn money and studying, even a little bit.
➷➷ For some reason, there is talk about seeds still being taken, even though the Queen died long ago.
➷➷ In the part of city we live in, things seem to get tense and shady; I get caught in a brawl on the street, and escape barely.
➷➷ I learn quickly to adapt to the changing atmosphere of the city, but my main priority is maintaining our style of living.

xoxoo16 - o18
➷➷ News spreads through city that my father is ill and there is no chance of recuperating. My mother seems heartbroken even though he never came to see us, and it only makes me strive to work harder for her sake. I don't have much feeling for my father, but I do become curious again about my half-sister.
➷➷ My father dies.
➷➷ I continue to live my life as before, but I am quickly becoming aware of the situation that has everyone tense and frightened.
➷➷ The fact that my sister has taken the throne and intends to continue on the will of the previous Queen comes to light. I recall clearly the stories my mother told, and begin to wonder more than ever if that image I had of my sister isn't how she really is.
➷➷ When the seed-gathering begins more worse than before, I come to the conclusion that I have to do something to stop it, no matter who it is that I have to go against.
➷➷ What my sister was doing now as Queen was the very reason my mother left the castle; the acts are horrible and I resolve to join the Rebellion, even though my mother doesn't want me to.
➷➷ I am straight-forward with the STRIPED CARNATION when I ask to join his rebellion, and he allows me.
➷➷ There is nothing left to do but press forward and help the Rebellion as best I can. I will do what it takes to put a stop to the twisted dream the PURPLE LILY is lost in, whether that be with reason or blade.

xoxoLIKES
➷➷ Pubs - I like the atmosphere, it's so lively.
➷➷ The city.
➷➷ My friends.
➷➷ ... CROCUS ... ?
➷➷ Festivals and the like.

xoxoDISLIKES
➷➷ Seed addicts.
➷➷ The Queen's plan.
➷➷ Nobles - it's complicated.
➷➷ The thought of meeting PURPLE LILY.
➷➷ The poorer/shadier areas of the city.

xoxoDREAMS
➷➷ To stop the seed gathering.
➷➷ To set the worries of my mother at ease.

xoxoFEARS
➷➷ Something happening to my mother ...
➷➷ Being useless.

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❝ MORE THAN BLOOD TIES ❞



Artemyes

[Artemyes]

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- name
- title
- role
-gender
- from where?
- age
- one pic
- history
- personality ( + traits already given)
- abilities/ weapon / fighting
- relations
- 3 likes 3 dislikes 1 fear
- song ( two max )



colors (4) + username

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T o n i g h t , m y h e a d i s s p i n n i n g . I w o n ' t s t o p , I w o n ' t s a y I ' v e h a d e n o u g h
If y o u c a n ' t s t a n d t h e w a y t h i s p l a c e i s , t a k e y o u r s e l f t o h i g h e r p l a c e s !
T o n i g h t , w e s t a r t t h e f i r e , t o n i g h t w e b r e a k a w a y !

Despite the immensely uncomfortable feeling welling up stubbornly within his chest, Kazue had more urge to laugh than anything. For all of Alice's reckless actions, for all her foolish ways, she was clever. She was perceptive. Or perhaps, the reason for how she could pinpoint the discrepancies in his actions came from the time he'd spent with her? To be able to tell how coldly neutral he tended to become when displeasing topics came to surface... Or perhaps it was just that he wasn't as good at masking his emotions as he used to be. It could easily be one of those reasons, or a combination of many of them. Either way though, it left him feeling slightly more unsettled, that Alice knew of his discomfort. It wasn't really that he didn't trust her though. That couldn't be the case, or he would have long since left her side. But the plain and simple fact that she still had the heart to care for a shadowed soul like him, despite knowing what he'd done, was enough to intrigue him, to keep him unable to look away from this girl who seemed to easy to read, yet remained a strange enigma all the same.

He didn't laugh though.

He didn't laugh, nor did he say the words that were truly mulling within his chest, persistent and and aching. Alice was just as quick as ever to shatter the quiet tension of the moment between them, and she blurted out a rather silly comment. To this, Kazue could not hide the expression of surprise that slipped through the solid facade of neutrality. He stared at her, in an honest moment of sincere expression, as if the words she'd spoken to him were so foreign. In a way though, they were. Who else, after all, would say such a thing? That he could borrow her father? It was so silly, so childish. Yet, it was an earnest sentiment, and Kazue felt a tightening in his chest. When the shock passed, a soft smile came to his lips inadvertently. It was just the thing for the fiery-haired girl to say, and just the thing to crack a smile on his face. A soft chuckle escaped him, and Kazue gave Alice a look of gratefulness that he probably hadn't shown to anyone else in the longest of times. "... Thank you, Alice. " He murmured quietly, shaking his head a little as if to clear away the murkiness of his mind.

Alice seemed to remember herself, and she fumbled and flustered with a good night before tearing off back up the stairs. Maybe it wouldn't be just now, but Kazue decided that he would perhaps one day take the girl up on her offer. He'd talk to her. But not now. Not now, because he wasn't sure how to; not now, because he didn't want to talk about his wretched family. One day, that could change though... Having made sure that the girl had finally left to her room, and that she wouldn't be thundering down the stairs in the next three minutes, Kazue finally returned to his own makeshift bed. Lukas whined, and he shook his head, all of a sudden feeling a sickly shiver run through him. Whispering a soft good night to the Luxray, he settled comfortably next to the familiar heat of the creature's body, and closed his eyes, mentally wishing Alice a good night once again as well.

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The next morning, Kazue was up early. Sleep seemed to have wished to avoid him throughout the night, and with no other alternative, he finally got up. He had a vague feeling he'd been plagued by unpleasant dreams, but he could not recall what they'd been about. Kenji had gotten up not too long after, and Kazue had insisted on going with him to purchase what the man was looking to buy for a breakfast. It was good to go outside after the stuffiness he felt anyways.

Upon returning, Kazue lingered outside for a while, letting all of his companions out into the crisp morning air. He sat down in the grass, letting them all stretch and do as they pleased for a while. More than anything he could really think of, times like this, in peaceful silence with his pokemon, those were times of pleasantness. Of course, more than any of them, Meren seemed to be enjoying himself quite a bit, as if the lingering negative emotions that seemed to cling to Kazue were as lovely as the sunshine beating down on them. Lukas and Arrin were somewhat irritated by the close proximity of the ghost pokemon, but the boy himself thought little of it. In due time, Kazue decided it was time to head back in, but instead of returning his companions to their pokeballs, he instead left them as they were outdoors. Meren took the opportunity to disappear into nothingness as was per it's nature, and Fae took to grazing contentedly. The other two though, decided that they would cling to his side no matter where he went.

So Kazue returned indoors, peering around and wondering if Alice had woken up yet. His mind drifted back to the conversation of the previous night, but he shook the flitting thoughts away swiftly. The sound of cooking and voices attracted him to the kitchen, and with the Vaporeon and Luxray tagging after him, Kazue peered into the room. As if very much on cue, Alice murmured something about bacon and eggs, and it was as always, amusing. The boy stopped himself from entering the kitchen, as a rather tender moment passed between father and daughter as the fiery-haired girl wished Kenji a happy birthday. Stifling the feeling in his chest before it grew bothersome, Kazue waited a few minutes more, before entering the kitchen as if he hadn't been lingering nearby all this time.

"Good morning, Alice." He greeted cheerfully, acting very much as if they hadn't had that conversation the night before. It would certainly make things awkward, and thus it made more sense to act as if it had never happened in the first place. Taking a seat at the table lithely, he smiled at both the girl and Kenji who was busy preparing breakfast. Arrin took to laying at his feet, while Lukas stood his constant guard at his side. "It must be nice to sleep in your own bed again." He commented easily, running a hand through his messy hair.

"What did you have in mind for today, again?"


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i need someone to pick me up

[Artemyes]

Ŧнε Ċαтxxxxx ✦___

Şонмα ● Иαтѕυо

Єҳilεđ && pushed αωαу
Lost in тiмε, always I'll be
This ъіттεя person who's ѕтυсқ right here,
Đіѕіlluѕіоиεđ

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Funny how it felt nearly like the time, just recently, when he'd apologized to Kazuki. Unlike his brother though, who'd only replied with a smile, Ryota's words still managed to bring that same feel of relief. He really wasn't good at apologizing as a whole, but if even just these two people understood his attempts, then that was fine.

Then it was like it was the Boar's turn to apologize, because he did, in regards to what he'd said. To this, Natsuo just shook his head slightly, sufficiently calmed down now to dismiss the incredible shock and discomfort he'd felt when he'd first realized that Ryota knew his secret. He hadn't been expecting it though! He hadn't been expecting to have such a thing revealed, without even knowing himself for quite some time... "I didn't think anyone..." Knew. In the end though, rather than finish the sentence he simply shrugged, because there was really no other explanation for what had happened. Suffice to say, he as well accepted Ryota's apology.

"I was... I was serious about letting you move in, you know,"

For a second, Natsuo looked at Ryota. He nodded again, gaze dropping to the floor. "... Yeah.. okay," he mumbled, not exactly accepting the idea verbally yet not dismissing it either. The possibility that he'd find his way here during the times his brother was away seemed the most likely though. He could already see it happening, during those times when his brother would be away. He wouldn't even need a lot, and he'd bring money, so that Ryota wouldn't waste his, and a few items, just for the time he'd be there and-- ... The Cat mentally brushed the thoughts away, before he got too ahead of himself.

They were near the point of falling into silence again, but Natsuo didn't know what else to say. Vaguely, he wondered if it would be alright to move, or to find a place to sit down again; he'd begun to feel just a tad self-conscious of himself in Ryota's house after that incident though. But, his leg truly was sore, and it was a bit surprising how tired that brief bout of anger had left him. "... Can we go down...?" he asked finally, deciding it'd be as good a time as any to deal with stairs.

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"Natsuo, are you alright? You've seemed a bit .. down, for a while now."

A little grunt was all the Cat replied with, his gaze warily fixed on the television before him. He couldn't help but feel strange sitting where he was; this was basically the living room. He never went in here, or almost never, and when he did it was never for anything good. He wasn't even sure why he'd let Kazuki persuade him into spending time downstairs, even if their grandparents were gone and wouldn't be back for a while. Maybe, somehow, they'd know he'd been sitting there in their fancy seats, when they'd come back and he'd get in trouble. He couldn't even imagine how they'd know, but still... Absently then, with that thought in mind, Natsuo couldn't help but take in the decorations of the room. He made no comment on it, but he'd never really fully appreciated what the place looked like, since he didn't go in here, as strange as it might've sounded to never have been in such a room in one's 'own' house. Now though, with the relative safety, he realized just how warm almost, the room had been made to look. He supposed he didn't notice those things when his grandparents were in a bad mood.

Now clearly, his brother did not find that to be a sufficient response, but Natsuo wasn't about to elaborate on why his mood was maybe not at its' highest. Okay, so he could deal with Ryota knowing his secret, but he'd be the only one. It'd be a lie sort of actually, to say that he wasn't still thinking about that. Instead, the Cat simply shifted in his seat. Eventually, Kazuki could only sigh and shake his head, not quite sure how else to react to his siblings' apparent aloofness. The Cat himself only glanced briefly at him, absently reaching up for his head for perhaps the twelfth time that day. Upon his brother's insistence, Natsuo had ended up going to get his hair cut, and it felt so strange. His head felt strangely lighter almost, and the lengthy clumps of messy hair were no longer in existence to get in his eyes, or tangled, or stuff like that. It wasn't as though it'd been cropped incredibly short of course, and it still tapered off with a bit more length in the back, but it was definitely enough to notice the difference.

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Give me some тімε,
Give me some яεαѕои.
So give me some ωαу to ѕαlvαģε this liғε,

Ғіиαllу, іт'ѕ оvεя

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▰▰ __ TITLE✫HERE ____ ↯ ↯



__FULL NAME HERE_´_ _________



hailing from KINGDOM¸ a "JOB" in your presence ‼ ____________

gender ____•____ age

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like _______▫_______ like ________▫_______ like

“ SONG TITLE - ARTIST ”

▸▹ __ ｍｉｒｒｏｒｅｄ ｒｅｆｌｅｃｔｉｏｎ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｓｏｕｌ_

personality stuff ! feel free to elaborate /expand but don't go over 3-4 paragraphs, please!

▸▹ __ ｔｈｅ ｓｔｏｒｙ ｔｈａｔ ｄｒｉｐｓ ｉｎｋ ｆｒｏｍ ｔｈｅ ｐａｇｅｓ_

charrie history, but srsly, don't make it long! this is supposed to be short ... ;; max 5 paragraphs please ~!

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dislike _______▫_______ dislike ________▫_______ dislike

“ SONG TITLE - ARTIST ”

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fear _______▫_______ fear

▸▹ __ ｔｏ ｆｅｎｄ ｆｏｒ ｌｉｆｅ ｉｔｓｅｌｆ _

one paragraph for abilities (mana wise or not), one for weapons/fighting style (if they have or if not, their typical actions during times of danger etc...); WEAKNESSES are so necessary you don't even know. DDDD< So they better be here, one paragraph for that ITSELF.

▸▹ __ ｂｏｎｄｓ ｔｈａｔ ｔｅｍｐｔ ｆａｔｅ_

doesn't have to be anything fancy at all, just what your charrie thinks of others and their relations/connections, feelings etc...!

ａｓ ｔｒｕｔｈｆｕｌｌｙ ｄｅｓｃｒｉｂｅｄ ｂｙ, _____

U S E R N A M E H E R E __ ❖ __

[Artemyes]

OH, I`M MAKIN` MY WAY,
OH, I WILL SHOW YOU SOME DAY!
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The battle had begun, sinking into a fury of robotic limbs, mecha, and swords. Having grown absorbed in his own task, the only time Atsuro pulled his dark gaze from the scene that lay below his perch, was when he'd completely exhausted the bullets in his first Mithris. It didn't worry him in the slightest though, because he had plenty more guns on his person and even extra ammunition to boot; the only thing was, that actually loading the bullets back into the gun took a dreadfully long time. Time that he could not waste. The only other thing that could actually distract him, was the shout that came from below. It wasn't one of the normal shouts that Atsuro had grown accustomed to; it was a different noise, different from the din of battle he'd forced himself to ignore.

Things seemed to go awry from there, and when the first two buildings were plagued by an invisible force, Atsuro straightened up rapidly, hissing between his teeth. What the hell? Hauling himself to his feet, the young man put away the empty Mithris (he wasn't going to leave it), quite sure there was something up. His gaze shifted over to where he'd last seen the Noroi, and that scene only reinforced his suspicions. Slinging his activated gun over his shoulder, Atsuro wasted no time in scaling down the perch he'd taken up, returning to the ground below. Something was certainly up, and he needed to be nearer to deal more appropriately with the situation. The collapsing buildings honestly set a lurch through his chest, and his heart quickened in pace, knowing that there were surely people within. Something had to be done.

The sight of Risha in the midst of the Leaders' battle brought a scowl to his lips, and for a moment, a heavy and dangerous fire of betrayal licked at his heart, remembering what she'd done. He forced it down and away though, reminding himself that there were more pressing matters at hand then yet another traitor whom he'd once trusted, and that Guren was counting on him. Risha battled with an invisible force, and while Atsuro struggled to see just what it was, he felt that for a moment, it would win. The woman managed to save herself at the very last moment though, her attack rendering the creature visible. Was that... what had appeared from the disgusting actions Noroi? It was enough to make him want to cough up what little he'd ate earlier. Sliding the gun from his shoulder, Atsuro's grip tightened on the handle, steeling himself. Fortunately, Guren's voice soon penetrated his thoughts, and Atsuro brought his full attention to his leader. What he'd said couldn't have fallen on more reluctant ears though.

"Don't let your guard down for a second. You're among the strongest on our team - show them that."

The moment Atsuro realized who it was Guren had grouped him with, an indignation seem to boil up from within him. He opened his mouth to voice the very venomous words that danced on his tongue, only to be stopped as the older man took him by the shoulder and pulled him close enough to speak to him. The touch sufficed in momentarily calming down the raw emotions coursing through him. While Atsuro was not happy about it in the slightest, he again reminded himself that there were more important things, like the lives of people and he nodded stiffly. Really, Guren was the only one Atsuro wouldn't go about disobeying or getting angry with easily. But while he would relent and work with the others as told to, that did not in a hundred million years mean he would like them, or be frickin' nice to them for that matter. Already he felt an immense displeasure (that was putting it kindly) for the princess like girl that he'd been grouped with. What the hell did that girl know about fighting? She looked like their opponent could probably tear her to pieces, and mind, with her attitude Atsuro would feel nothing on his conscious for it. He hadn't missed her reaction to Guren's words, and that did not bode well for her. And her brother? Atsuro dared not dwell on him at all; there was something about him that he knew would make something snap within him and he couldn't risk that distraction now. Not... now.

“ Alright, everyone listen up. You’ll listen to me and my b*****d of a brother if you want to live. ”

At what point this girl thought she'd been assigned leader, Atsuro could not fathom. With a condescending scowl fierce enough to match her own, he flipped her off, adamant in showing her just how much he cared about her talking. He wasn't going to listen to some Ayatsuri lackey. In a less reckless part of his mind, he knew this was not what he had to be doing, but he couldn't help it. The nick left on his finger by one of Minami's daggers brought a deeper scowl to his face, but he did not back down. "S'that so? Hopefully I'll lose it when I accidentally shoot you, wannabe princess. I can't wait to see your corpse in that damn monster's mouth, though your stuck-up a**'ll probably give it indigestion," Licking the blood off with a look of disdain, he turned away at the same time she did. At the sound of Takahiro, Atsuro's grip tightened once again on his gun, the knowledge that he didn't want to see to at the moment surfacing. Instead, he merely pointedly mouthed his thoughts on the man, before returning full focus to the creature at hand. There would be plenty of time to deal with personal grudges afterward.

Resisting the rather strong impulse to maybe 'accidentally' beat the two siblings over the heads with the bigger of the guns he had, Atsuro threw an incredibly critical look over to Kyousha. She looked more worse for the wear than any of the other three. How unfortunate though, that even the Sakasa member seemed to hold him in low regard. It was fine though, he didn't need to be acknowledged by his enemies or by the foolish Sakasa dogs that worked blindly for the wrong cause. "Just piss off, why don't you? I don't need to waste my time backing the likes of you up." He snapped, despite preparing his gun and a third one should this one lose all it's ammunition. In a horribly grudging manner that honestly hurt, Atsuro agreed with Takahiro. Chat time was over and it was time to act. He returned the glare that Minami gave him, deciding against telling her that back-stabbing seemed like a wonderful idea just about now.

Snapping the gun at the ready with a loud finality, he ignored Takahiro, attention on Kyousha for a few moments as he began to move to his position. "Y'gonna do something or what? Don't tell me y'need help t'get going." He scoffed, before heading over to the spot he could see would give him the best vantage point. By this time, there was little sense in being too far, and a quick look told him his attack would have to be divided between the speed of the Mithris and the strength of another gun. Flexing his fingers, he finally took to shooting, while the mecha's of the two women danced around the wolf-like creature, trying to damage it. He smirked at Minami as she passed by, but did not reply, instead responding to the creature's movements as it lunged for Kyousha's mecha, distracting it with the bursts and bites of the bullets and making sure it didn't catch the tired machine off guard. For the most part too, their (forced) teamwork seemed to be running smoothly, and the beast was taking damage, it's eye leaking ruby tears. Hoisting up his gun, Atsuro created a reasonable distance between himself and the now rampaging creature, slipping a hand into his coat for the more explosive of his weapons, all the while maintaining a look out for Kyousha's mecha. His fingers deftly working it to action, he scowled to himself again; this was like baby-sitting, wasn't it?

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That question was left 'open', as Atsuro pressed the trigger, just in time to launch a devastating bullet at the creature, his aim true despite the erratic movements of the creature. 'Grenades' of his own invention, it connected squarely with the beast's nose, ripping forth another roar and a dangerous and blinded swipe of a paw. Pelted by a large chunk of debris that flew his way, Atsuro grit his teeth, standing up and switching to his other gun without complaint. This was a perfect chance for Kyousha to land a bit of damage herself...

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WHEN IT ALL KEEPS SLIPPIN` AWAY,
XXXSEIZE THE DAY, SEIZE THE DAY!

[Artemyes]

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ｗｈｉｔｅ - - ｃａｒｎａｔｉｏｎ！ _________

The sounds of festivities and the sheer amount of people out in the streets was more than enough to make one feel ... comfortable. Such a lively atmosphere was difficult to not get lost in, but for all the smiles on the surface, there was much much more beneath. Of course, it only made sense, for a people who lived in some sort of oppression or fear, to relish the chance to forget. To live as if their lives would not return to the same sluggish manner of surviving, if only for one day. To act as if the streets were only filled with traders and tourists, children playing and people working. But it could not be so. Things were not as nice as they seemed at a first glance. A facade, the people seemed to cling to desperately. For them, it was all they could do anyways.

Reminding himself of the true problem at hand, the reason why things couldn't be so relaxed always, Alek continued forward with a purposeful stride. Weaving his way through the crowds of Chantak, he found his gaze drifting upwards, where the castle lay nestled atop it's perch. Steadily moving through the people, he frowned, tearing his gaze from the elegant structure after a moment or so. That was where the source of their troubles lay; the reason why there was even such thing as a rebellion, and why he'd join it in the first place. The Queen. But for Alek, it was more than that. After all, the Queen wasn't just anyone. In fact, if that were the case, things could have gone much more differently than they had. But Alek couldn't say she was just anyone, because ... she was his sister. Perhaps not fully, but there was still that bond, a link forged by their father. To be honest, Aleksander's memories of that time so long ago when he'd lived in the castle with his mother were faded in his mind. If he'd ever met Dianthe, that meeting had eroded. But despite that, he still felt some connection to her. Some ... obligation to stop her from continuing her reign, perhaps? Not matter the reason for it though, Alek had the feeling that the Queen would not be happy to see her long-since disappeared half-sibling.

Shoving the thoughts away neatly, Aleksander shook his head. There was no room for doubts or hesitations. Taking a deep breath, he returned his attention to the celebrations drifting through Chantak. Pausing a moment, he gave a thoughtful look to one of the various stalls, offering foods to buy as one walked. Deciding a quick detour would be allowable given the time he had (hopefully), Aleksander fished out a few coins and proceeded to pay for a bag of warm and fresh cinnamon buns. Taking the treats with a gracious nod, he turned and continued onwards with a much more quicker pace. It was really time to head into Runitah now.

This different area seemed to be slightly more quieter than the previous one. It was only to be expected though, as Runitah was known to be the refuge for the poor and the like. Gaze flickering at the ruined and worn down buildings, Alek moved with the intent to head to the meeting place where Avery would surely be waiting. He hadn't gone too far though, before he felt someone following him. Slowing down almost imperceptibly, the young man determined it to be someone ... small. Their steps seemed shuffled, three of theirs for one of his. Deciding it wasn't a threat, Alek finally stopped abruptly, looking back. As predicted, two little kids stood a few paces away, watching him with wide eyes. One look was enough to discover that they were surely residents of the ruined district. Innocence shown in their eyes, accompanied by an earnest hunger. Quickly piecing together what it is that they wanted, Alek blinked, looking down at the paper bag in his hands. "...This? ... Ah, why not...?" He'd meant to take it for the rebellion, but what was a few pieces right? Giving them a little grin, he handed the two children a piece respectively. Looking at him gratefully, they dashed off, quite caught up with their gift.

Sighing, Alek turned, only to feel his foot connect with something. Looking down, he found himself staring at a ball which had rolled to his feet. Much to his surprise, the one following after it was not a child. "Amalia," He said, speaking her namely carefully. The girl in response though, merely stood; her eyes held that same airy quality that he at times felt liable to simply get lost in. She said naught a word, but her delicate fingers reached out to him, catching him by the elbow. Looking instinctively towards her hand, feeling a flutter in his chest. It was strange; she was strange. Alek wasn't sure he could ever put it into words, but Amalia seemed to have ... some type of ... 'ethereal' aura to her. Like she was quite capable of drifting away like a few stray petals, led by a summer breeze. Her touch meant something as well; it felt ... like she could see things, more things than he knew of. Suffice to say, the girl was certainly an enigma. Right now though, she simply moved to return the ball to the child to whom it belonged. Waiting for her with a politely masked expression of curiosity, Alek decided to wait for her. They were headed to the same direction, after all.

"Aleksander. ...Shall we walk together?"

Her words carried lightly, as delicately as her own appearance. Thinking no more of it though, Alek nodded. "... Yeah. Avery is waiting." He responded, wondering just what it was she saw in the sky that no one else seemed to see. Waiting a brief second more, he motioned for her to follow before leading the way. Without any further disruptions, they made quick time to the hideaway where the rebellion would hold it's meeting. With practiced ease, Alek led the way to the particular ruin in which their Leader would surely be waiting. Glancing back to make sure that Amalia kept up with him and that she didn't stray, he finally slowed down. Standing not too far away, the young man spotted a hooded figure. She seemed to have been swaying around in something of a dance, only just having stopped herself, as if listening for something. Not quite sure the reason, Alek strained to hear something, but when he heard nothing, he finally stepped forward. Looking to Sorrel (for that was surely whom it was), he nodded politely in greeting. "Avery ... is further in right?" He asked lightly, before nodding in agreement to his own words. "He'll be wondering where we are," Glancing to Amalia one last time, he then motioned over to the appropriate ruins.

Without further ado, Alek stepped into the considerably darker structure, his eyes swiftly adjusting to the change in light. Once inside, Alek found both Avery and Miles. Taking a spot off to one side of the entrance/exit, he nodded to both of them, before focusing more of his attentions to Avery. "I'm sorry we took a while." He said, taking note that not everyone had arrived yet. Now, all they needed to do was wait for the remainder of the rebellion members to arrive before they proceed with their discussion. Allowing his gaze to drift to a crack that allowed filtered sunlight through, Alek steeled himself. There was not a thing that would stop him from stopping the terrorizing reign of Dianthe. And here, with this rebellion, with these people...

He would do just that.









Despite himself, Reid scowled at Clare when the doctor proceeded to hand over the sheets of paper to her. Surely she wasn't thinking of this as another one of her Esper-round up missions? Honestly, did the woman even know how to help someone, instead of ruining their life? At that thought, Reid took a moment to pause. He didn't understand why he felt bad about that thought - it wasn't as if he'd said it aloud. But, then again, perhaps just a little, he was going too far. As much as he may have disliked the woman, if anything her brother was preventing him from taking the opportunity to utterly delve into a dislike of her. Clare was maybe lucky in that sense - though Reid doubted she particularly cared for much more than herself and her sibling; his opinion of her would hardly matter.

With their destination set, and information in their hands, Reid assumed it would simply be time to get a move on. As it was though, the conversation seemed to take a momentary diversion, and as far as he was concerned, it had nothing to do with Jack anymore. With a slight frown, Reid looked between Ian and Clare, not missing the flash of anger that sparked at those few words. Drugs? His gaze lingered on her for a moment, realizing there had to be something ... different about her. A drug could do that, couldn't it? After all, no offense, but he couldn't really think of a lone soul taking on so many guards from Garden all by herself and at once. Even an Esper - gifted with abilities naturally - would find that difficult. As it was though, the doctor was no fool, and he dropped the touchy subject gracefully.

"Well, we'll be praying for the safe return of you both. I'll do my part here to tending to the other espers. Physically they seem fine for the most part, but emotionally... "

To this, Reid couldn't agree more. It'd been horribly difficult to deal with the outside world once he and Jack had escaped the first time. For his part, once the euphoria had died down, Reid had found it hard to not jump at nearly each and every uniformed person to walk the streets. It wasn't like Espers looked any different from 'normal' people, but it was that mentally that'd been literally carved into them from all that imprisonment, that'd made things the hardest to cope with.

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ｉ ｂｅｌｉｅｖｅ ｔｈｅｒｅ ｍｕｓｔ ｂｅ ａ ｄｅｆｉｎｉｔｅ_________
ｒａｄｉａｎｃｅ ｏｐｐｏｓｉｔｅ ｔｈｉｓ ｗｉｎｄ ___

[Artemyes]

x( 大槌 ▪ ｕｐ！ＵＰ！ ↗↙ＴＥＭＰＥＳＴ.ｏｆ.ＥＬＥＭＥＮＴＳ ↙↗ ｔｏｕｃｈ✫ｔｈｅ✫ｓｔａｒｓ ▪ 小槌 )
xxxxxxxxxxxx ARTEMYES xxx♂xxx D.GRAY-MAN
－ － － － － － － － － － － － － － － － － － － －
xHey there, just call me xTETTSUIx, and a xIRON HAMMERx is what I am.
xxxxx✩xxxI'm xHETEROSEXUALx and xAVAILABLE,
xand I'm currently crushing on xSOMEONE -- ?.xx♥xx♥
xxxxxxxLAVIx is my master, and we live in xTHE BLACK ORDER.

[Artemyes]

大槌 ▪ ｕｐ！ＵＰ！ ↗↙ＴＥＭＰＥＳＴ.ｏｆ.ＥＬＥＭＥＮＴＳ ↙↗ ｔｏｕｃｈ✫ｔｈｅ✫ｓｔａｒｓ ▪ 小槌


ｈａｓ ｌｏｇｇｅｄ ｉｎ ．．．

↳↳ ___ やっと全てが揃ったね ___

x x x x x x x x ☆ ★ __ ｉｔｓ ＵＰ ｔｏ ｍｅ
x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x ｔｈｅｒｅ ａｒｅ ＭＡＮＹ ｗａｙｓ ｏｆ ＬＩＶＩＮＧ ↯ ↯

ｓｏ ＧＯ－ ＯＮ ✫ x x x x x x x

║▐ █ ║ 【 cuяяєит sтαтus . . . 】 _______ σиℓιиє │ σffℓιиє │ αωαy │ вusy │ ιdℓє

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█▌█ ⇁ ___ ＷＥ ｗｈｏ ｓｅｅ ｔｈａｔ ｏｕｒ ＤＲＥＡＭＳ ｗｉｌｌ ｃｏｍｅ ＴＲＵＥ __⋆彡

Lavi! Everyone better stay away from Lavi!

█▌█ ⇁ ___ ＰＩＥＲＣＥ ｉｎｔｏ ｍｙ ｍｉｎｄ ａ ＤＩＲＥＣＴ ＣＯＮＮＥＣＴＩＯＮ __✶ ✶

This looks interesting.

█▌█ ⇁ ___ ＴＨＥ ＷＯＲＤ； ｓｉｎｇ ｉｔ ｓｅｎｄ ｉｔ __⇗⇙

Here and there, is where I'm at.

█▌█ ⇁ ___ ｂｅｃａｕｓｅ ｉｔ ｗａｓ ＹＯＵ ｗｈｏ ＣＨＡＮＧＥＤ ｍｅ __♥ ♥

Hm, I don't think I should say!

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Ｅｎｔｅｒｉｎｇ ．／／ＦＥＥＬ＿ＴＨＥ＿ＳＴＥＥＬ __ ↻ ↻

▰▱ ▪ ▪ __ ___NAMEOFPERSONHEREETC ..___ ✫✫✫

▸ ｈｅｌｐ ｙｏｕｒｓｅｌｆｔｏ ｆｌｙ ◂


text response over here yeah that's it.

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▸ ｈｅｌｐ ｙｏｕｒｓｅｌｆｔｏ ｆｌｙ ◂


text response over here yeah that's it.

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t e t t s u i _____________

[Artemyes]

ｉｆ ｙｏｕｒ ｈｅａｒｔ ｗｅａｒｓ ｔｈｉｎ， ｉ ｗｉｌｌ ｈｏｌｄ ｙｏｕ ｕｐ x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x

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x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x ｉ'ｌｌ ｂｅ ｒｉｇｈｔ ｂｅｓｉｄｅ ｙｏｕ

So ... cold.

When had it become so cold?

The more he thought it, the more desolate Hayato felt. The entirety of his motivation and strength was being sapped by his own fears, and in turn the illusions continued persistently, as if they were icy waters dragging him deeper under. The more minutes that passed, the more the young Guardian felt himself sinking deeper and deeper into the stupor, and the more he began to simply accept his utter defeat as a member of Halcyon. Why had he ever bothered even trying? Those were the very words a soft voice whispered in his mind. Why had he ever thought he could actually make a difference, or at the very least protect those few who were precious to him?

A voice continued to speak, on the very outer precipices of consciousness, but by this point neither the words nor the person seemed to register definitely with Hayato. The expression upon his face was one that unbidden, revealed just how bad the emotional ache he felt was, but his gaze remained glazed almost, lost in a different world entirely. His world seemed to extend no further than in the negative delusions in his mind's eye. Stiffly, he was near rooted to the spot where he stood, and no amount of pulling or tugging would sway him. There was no point in moving anyways, was there? Again and again, the same thought wound its way through him, until he finally just pulled his arms back towards himself, as if to conserve a heat he was losing - and fast. Just then though, something happened.

To say it was a simple shock would be an understatement.

A soft touch on his lips, and abruptly, the icy grip on his heart relented. It was a slow reaction at first - almost as if his own body itself was struggling to understand the meaning of it. For a few moments, it may have seemed as if he was still trapped within his stupor. Slowly but surely though, the life begun to return to him. It was as if the sun had finally come out, and the sheer warmth of its rays was seeping into his very core. Finally too, he heard her voice. It was likely nothing more than a gentle whisper, but he heard it as though they were the only words in the world.

"Even if you were the most useless person in the world, I'd still want to do that."

Hayato felt a brief shudder go through him, and just like that - the present returned to him. He blinked, the ocean hue of his eyes finally flickering upwards from the floor and straight at the girl who stood before him, so very near. How had he missed her? "... M.. Mana..chan," His own voice was hushed, as if waking from a dream - nightmare, to something so much better. He couldn't give up yet, could he? There were still people counting on him. His gaze met hers and it was like a jump start to both heart and mind, and in a matter of seconds he realized what had happened to him and how he couldn't let his fears get the best of him. He couldn't bring to shame the pet name his parents had given him; not again. They were fleeting thoughts though, and the Guardian didn't dwell on them.

Before he knew what he was doing, Hayato drew Manami's petite frame nearer to his, arms around her. If the first brush of their lips had not counted as a kiss, then he was taking it upon himself to make it so; to show her what he thought of her. He refused to lose this moment - to lose her. He leaned forward slightly to match her height, pressing his lips lightly to hers. The sensation of being that close to the girl he liked was enough to have his heart skipping a beat again, but in those few seconds, not even the demon tearing down the school could have mattered to him as much.

It was only when the young Guardian pulled away from Manami, that he felt an embarrassment waft over him. What had he just done? "... Thank you, Mana-chan.. for saving me." he murmured quietly nevertheless, his hand running lightly along her arm as he released her and held her fingers with his.

A crash from elsewhere in the hall brought his attention to the reality around them. Hayato may have been hoping for the proper chance to tell his best friend he liked her, but this wasn't the way he'd thought it would pan out. It was no longer a dance they were at, was it? There was a demon to deal with, and he'd held them back long enough. Trying to shake away the embarrassment, he gave Manami a quick grateful nod. "I-I'm sorry for that, Mana-chan," he said, unable to meet her gaze for a few seconds, but resolving to make it up to her by focusing on the task at hand. He no longer feared the possibility of being trapped by the voice or illusions anymore; the feelings coursing through him were more than potent enough an antidote for that. "The demon - we have to do something about it." Of course, Hayato didn't think it would be something they could accomplish easily, but... there had to be something they could do. With a slight frown, the Guardian scanned the area and the turmoil of the hypnotized students, trying to rack his mind for a proper way to go about things now. "What about the others? ... If we could find them, then we might be able to figure something out," Regrouping with the others seemed like a good idea, but how could they go about it, without having to force their way through the crowds? Weaponless as he was, Hayato didn't think it best idea... If only they could find some way to reach out to the others from here. How could he contact them all at once, though?

When the idea struck him, he could hardly believe he hadn't thought of it before. Stupid! "... Our cells... !" Hayato muttered, glancing towards Manami as he pulled his out from his pocket. "You have yours, right Mana-chan? Maybe the others will too, and we'll be able to see who's nearby..." It was a bit of a long shot, but who knew. With a renewed look of determination, Hayato took to creating a group message, taking care to include the various members of Halcyon. He could only hope it worked.



TO: group - HALCYON
FROM: Ryuuzaki Hayato
SUBJECT:
Where is everyone? Is there some way to gather? Regroup to fight the demons.



"It's worth a try, isn't it?" Hayato looked to Manami once more, before pressing the send button.

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ＮＯＢＯＤＹ ＷＩＬＬ ＢＲＥＡＫ ＹＯＵ . ＴＲＵＳＴ ＩＮ ＭＥ x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x

[Artemyes]

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/ walks in, holding a letter like it's gonna jump and bite him

So this is where everyone is? Am I ... missing something? I found all this mail, and it was addressed to me but...
/ pauses before crumpling it up, awkwardly

... Is it legal to get stuff like this from a 50 year old lady... ?

Ŧнε Ċαтxxxxx ✦___

Şонмα ● Иαтѕυо

Єҳilεđ && pushed αωαу
Lost in тiмε, always I'll be
This ъіттεя person who's ѕтυсқ right here,
Đіѕіlluѕіоиεđ

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"Coming, yeah?"

The Cat gave Ryota a look as if to say he knew he'd come. Leading the way into the actual terminal, Natsuo felt the anticipation rise in his gut again, but it wasn't a bad feeling. The sounds of the constantly busy airport buzzed in his ears, but it wasn't an unwelcome sound. In fact, in some weird way of it's own, it was nice. There were plenty of people, either rushing to get their bags checked in, or to meet friends and family, or even just workers. In a way, it's like they weren't alone. How could anyone be alone with this sheer amount of life? But the good thing, was that despite not being alone, no one really knew them, or him. They were sort of just like everyone else. No one gave him funny looks, and heck, people were barely acknowledging them, just barely enough to avoid bumping into them. Normal really.

That sort of moment was ruined though, at the feeling of a tight clamping around his right arm. Blinking in surprise, if Natsuo had actually been a cat, he would have probably jumped and hissed or something. As it was though, he merely made a soft noise of surprise, whipping his gaze in the direction so fast it hurt his neck. Lo and behold, it was Ryota, looking rather frightened, clinging tightly to his arm. At first, Natsuo wasn't quite sure how to react. "... R-Ryota-kun?" He murmured, trying to wriggle away as soon as a n** of pain began to surface. No offense, but the Boar didn't look so ... strong; his hold on his arm spoke otherwise though, and Natsuo found himself wondering what would happen if he lost blood flow to his arm, that was how bad it was. "Are... y'that scared of crowds?" He asked, having to using his left hand to try and pry the Boar off just a bit, just to ease the pressure that was beginning to make his arm go numb. It was rather pointless though, considering how Ryota seemed adamant in keeping a tight hold on him.

Faintly grimacing, Natsuo shook his head, deciding it was probably best to keep moving. "Just don't focus on everything, focus on what's near you. The people in general don't matter, and even the closer ones just barely matter, since you can't walk into them." While giving this explanation, Natsuo had begun to weave his way through the crowd, his gaze flickering upwards in search of the signs that would lead them in the correct direction. "Look," he said after a few moments of walking, pointing up to one of the areas on the right. "That wasn't there last time.." It was a scaled model of an airplane, hanging cleverly from the ceiling, just above a small section on the second floor that was like a rest area. "There's some interesting stuff up there, d'you wanna--... nevermind, actually.. let's go later." Halfway through suggesting they go to the second floor, the words died on his lips; Ryota looked as though he could barely take this crowd around him (there was plenty of space for the people), and the escalators were worse. Natsuo had the feeling that if he went that way, one of two things would happen. Either Ryota would pass out (that was looking more likely by the second), or his arm would be ripped off. Too bad Natsuo would rather neither.

Feeling a prickly sting begin to flicker in his arm, Natsuo ignored it as he continued forward, half leading and half dragging Ryota along. He didn't complain, because in a way, it was his own fault for influencing Ryota to come actually into the place. But in his defense, how could he have known that this dislike (make that fear) of crowds was that intense? The Cat occasionally threw a few glances in the Boar's direction though, making sure he was still ... relatively okay.

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Give me some тімε,
Give me some яεαѕои.
So give me some ωαу to ѕαlvαģε this liғε,

Ғіиαllу, іт'ѕ оvεя