// Kamui ( Corrin ) - Verses

@patixntia continued from [x]

      When the other made her comment, he just stares for a second – it was a strangely comforting thing for her to say. It was N I C E to know that his partner wasn’t the type to just abandon him, and yet? Her words had him a little… embarrassed.

      “… I was trying to make a joke?” He offers out, somewhat meekly as he looks at her through his bangs.

      He wasn’t good at those. Being as asocial as he was, he tended to just… hide. Observe. It was easier that way. Especially given his quirky habits and hobbies. “I should… work on my joking tone, hmm?” He continues, though… he really was flattered. It was nice to know that he had such a protective and kind friend. He wasn’t sure where he had gone R I G H T in life to meet someone like her, but? Regardless, Hijirihara felt very lucky…

// jin kirigiri - verses

{ Headmaster Kirigiri } –                   ( ver ) .headmaster╰☆╮(❝Jin Kirigiri❞)

      Kyouko Kirigiri’s father, as well as the Headmaster of Hope’s Peak Academy, he doesn’t exactly have a simple life. Even before things get to difficult, he does have to deal with a schools worth of academically blessed students. These people are special and require a lot of special treatment – not saying favoritism, but? So that they may mature to the best of the best? They need the right equipment, the right resources, etc. Not to mention, occasionally these talented people can be a little… on the destructive side. And? That’s all without accounting for any of the tragedy that begins falling at his feet.

      The Reserve Course. The Parade. The Massacre. The Kamukura Project… Slowly, everything begins crumbling around him. And it doesn’t exactly make it easy to run a school.

{ School Lockdown } –                   ( ver ) .future╰☆╮(❝Jin Kirigiri❞)

      Determined to save his students as well as remain as a pillar of hope for the rest of humanity, Jin Kirigiri has made the decision to lock down Hope’s Peak Academy. Keeping himself as well as his students inside. It is a long shot – in fact? They may be there for the remainder of their lives. But, he is determined to make this shelter into something of a bomb shelter, a time capsule, so that they can remain protected and well. So that one day? They might help the world recover. With the students consent and even their help? They managed to do just that. Locking themselves away from the apocalyptic reality outside of their walls.

{ Non-Despair AU } –                       ( ver ) .trust╰☆╮(❝Jin Kirigiri❞)

      Hope’s Peak Academy is a very difficult place to run sometimes. Having to watch after all these young, bright, brilliant students – who can be just a little on the extreme side. It’s becoming more difficult. And? Now with the school attempting to branch out to an overseas branch as well? It’s not the time to be falling short. Or… letting students destroy the grounds. Or setting fires. Or –

      Somehow, this job is a lot more difficult then he’d been lead to believe it was going to be. Oh well! He’s dedicated now.

{ Mystical AU / Orsus } –                      ( ver ) .resolved (ghost)╰☆╮(❝Jin Kirigiri❞)

      A spirit bound to the island itself – he no longer knows what he was before he died. Whether he was human, or some member of the “Folk?” He doesn’t know. In his death, he’s lost even memories of how long he’s been there? And, in general, the people of the island are willing to accept him as one of their own regardless. After all: For the most part, he remains within the library – making himself something of a librarian of the ancient grounds, and running it twenty-four hours a day.

      Due to his being there all the time, he’s become strong enough to run it. He’s gotten the mental focus to begin moving things back to their own shelves and such without help nowadays.

      All the phantom remembers of before his death is that he died trying to help someone figure out what they were – and how to survive as what they were. He feels a deep-rooted pain for those who have their race or their heritage covered up from them, so? He does everything he can to help them figure out what they are, how to coop with it, and accept the good and the bad that come with it.

[ @snowinglilys​ ]╰☆╮ continued from [x]

      Though it was much more in his nature to just let things unfold as they would – he couldn’t just sit on his hands and do nothing when he’d seen the familiar butterfly fluttering about. Snow Lily was a dear friend of the family, and if Jeje had been around . . . Well, as the two had always worked side-by-side in protecting the Alicein family? He could only imagine that things would have escalated from there. Luckily, Mikuni was on his own today. And he’d been able to get the child to relinquish his claim on the butterfly in his possession.

      “Ah, ya never need to worry ‘bout me just leaving you trapped. Should I be in the area, I’m more then happy to help.” And, despite frequently just allowing the dominos to fall as they would – he was often around. So? With this comment, he’s more then happy to tilt his hat towards the other. A little gentlemanly gesture.

       And as Lily had been one of his family’s… “GUARDIANS,” so to say, he certainly wasn’t about to watch one of them be accidentally abducted. Despite his tendency to play devil’s advocate. “Lucky timing, though. Misono would have had a heart attack if some kid decided they were gonna keep ya again.” The funniest part was that he could – truthfully – say a g a i n. Lily, All-of-Love, was certainly a beautiful butterfly.

❛ KAMANOSUKE!!!! Have you ever sneezed so hard that you knocked down a tree or something? ❜

       The moment she started yelling he knew this conversation wasn’tgoing to go well – he could feel himself cringing visibly at the others obnoxiousyell. Not to mention, when it finally “CLICKED” to the Brave of Wind what she’djust asked???

      Annoyance shows visibly in his features.

      Really? Really?? RE A L L Y? ? ?

      These were the sorts of things he was going to waste histime with now? ( And let me premise this with: And they have been getting along– well, okay??? Lately? ) “Seriously, bitch? You hunt me down, screamat me, and asked me something that goddamned stupid?” Welp, their goodstreak can’t last forever – if they don’t have moments like this every once anda while? The rest of the BRAVES would wonder who these imposters are.

      “Have you ever sneezedso hard you put out the goddamned sun? Have you? Because whatever your fuckinganswer is? Then you know the fucking answer! Now get out of here before I kickyour ass!” Kamanosuke has become a bit better in the teamwork department.And? To be fair, the two of them have gotten along surprisingly well for the last while – it was about time one of themblew up.

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// gladious - verses

{ Road Trip } -                  ( ver ) .destination╰☆╮(❝Gladiolus Amicitia❞)

      Bringing an engaged prince to his engagement can be more difficult then expected - especially when Crown City money doesn’t work outside of their walls, and without a single “gil” on any of them. However, a bit of hard labor helps out. And? He’s always up for camping as a cheaper alternative to staying in hotels and the likes on the way.

      This is the portion of the trip at the very beginning. So far, it’s just an adventure. Nothing too big to worry about.

{ Tragedy } -                ( ver ) .duty╰☆╮(❝Gladiolus Amicitia❞)

      After the destruction of the Crown City, things change quite a bit. Noctis, the prince he’s in charge of guarding, has been declared “dead.” And though that can buy them some time to get him elsewhere, that status will only cover them for so long - so it’s time to cover some ground while they have the coverage. Unfortunately, this trip has gone bad to worse... and it has no looks of getting any better. This won’t stop Gladio from doing his best to guard the prince or the rest of the group, however.

      Including hunting down Gilgamesh to try to up his game. If he’s going to guard the chosen king, he needs to be sure he’s a Shield ready for that duty.

{ King’s Shield } -                ( ver ) .destiny╰☆╮(❝Gladiolus Amicitia❞)

      After Noctis’ return from the Crystal/During the time he was missing. Doing his best to both train and to help settle places for refugee’s. He’s a hunter now, most of the time. But once his king returns, he quickly reunites with the others to guard him once again.

// cassim - verses

{ Leader of the Fog Troope } –                   ( ver ) .fog╰☆╮(❝Cassim❞)

      This is his canon main verse ; Bitter and angry at his adopted “brother” for leaving him to live in comfort, while he and his sister were left to rot in the slums, Cassim has made himself the leader of a group of thieves and bandits. They are a loyal little crew, even if they don’t have any real training. Cassim has done what he could to even the odds – Betraying his adoptive family, and destroying the castle where Alibaba grew up. It had been by chance that they’d run into one another again, and though part of him had actually been happy to see him again … It wasn’t enough to calm his anger. Even if he had encouraged the other to move out, he feels betrayed, and was willing to do anything to get revenge. Including accepting a rather dangerous weapon… And attempting to over-throw his home country.

{ What Could of Been ??? } –                   ( ver ) .zero╰☆╮(❝Cassim❞)

      Despite knowing what it could mean to the other - for the other, if he went with the kings men? Cassim was desperate not to lose his “brother” Alibaba. Begging him not to leave him or Mariam alone in this desolate streets. Alibaba is the only real light in their life remaining, and fearing what’d happen if that was taken away from him? He abandoned his pride and begged the other to stay with him. To stay with Mariam. And? Against the odds, the family stayed together.

{ Together, Forever } –                   ( ver ) .bonds╰☆╮(❝Cassim❞)

      Despite their ups and downs, when the two ran into each other again - despite the betrayal that caused Alibaba to abandon his home? When they finally were able to talk, honestly talk, they were able to come to terms with everything. And? As time passed, Cassim requested to join him and the others in their adventures - Eventually becoming a Household Member, alongside of Morgana. It took a while for him - and? He’s still learning the ups and downs of it. But? He’s trying hard. ( and giving the whole team crap along the way. )

      He is also attempting to learn court mannerisms and such. Aiming to become something of an adviser for Alibaba. ( Still bitter about his experience with Ja’far, his main goal is to become a better adviser to a King then the former assassin… )

{ Barely Alive } –                   ( ver ) .shattered╰☆╮(❝Cassim❞)

      When all was said and done? He barely survived his crimes - and left barely alive? He doesn’t really know what to do with his life. He is damaged and his body will never entirely recover from what he did to it. From transforming the way he did. Will he survive? Will he die? Honestly, he doesn’t know. Nor does he know which would be better. For him… or for anyone else.

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❖ ─ ━ ɩɴⅴеႽτɩնατοʀ She already analyzed the situation that she was in as soon they both stopped there. Even though it didn’t look good she wanted to at least try talking to him calmly without all of this, capturing was out of the picture as she likely knows what they are going to do with the Despairs once captured too plus she didn’t have a gun on her only stun weapons of the sorts. ❝Don’t judge me. Just because I’m small doesn’t mean that I’m useless cause I’m not an Ultimate like you, besides I do have a few skills of my own. ❞ Asano recalled back just stating her own thoughts there, it’s true she does know a few small things but that doesn’t mean she’s useless. Seeing that he took a step back as he said what was next did put her on edge though.

Already knowing what his talent does don’t help her ease her mind about it though, she took a quick glance around to see if there was anything that would help her get around with making the ground fall if she did go to him.  ❝Tell me, why do you think that my goal is to arrest you then? Let me tell you this since we are alone right now in this dark cave, my own thoughts about you Despairs there is highly different to what my boss is. Also, don’t think I didn’t do my research either I know what I’m up against….So let see if my luck is with me this time. ❞ She simply sighed lightly, this was going to be troublesome but she hoped that luck was on her side today though it was soon she felt a small wisp landed on her shoulder for good luck though.  ❝Well, you overlooked one thing I don’t use a gun, I only weapons that stun people. Although I could just throw my high heels at you to make you unconscious. ❞ With that being said though she thought that if she didn’t wear her shoes it would likely improve her chances maybe so she took them off.

      SERVANT laughs a little when she says that – “DON’T JUDGE ME.” As though it wasn’t already human nature to judge everyone’s adherent worth. It was funny to hear, though. Especially in this day an age. As society crumbles around you and the only LAWS that matter are created and reinforced with strict punishment.

      Not that SOCIETY meant anything to him at this point. He was with the ULTIMATE DESPAIR. Those whom had forced the world into this absolutely trashed state. “Is that so?” There was absolutely no belief in his tone. If the ULTIMATE LUCKY STUDENT – well, former, believed her at all? It didn’t show. If anything, he sounded more amused by her comments then before. But, his eyes still showed little to no interest. A consistent, degrading, look. She was no ULTIMATE.

     She was not H O P E.

            Nor could she dream to be.

     Not in his eyes. Not in this world. So? It was funny to watch her try so hard – it was about the same feeling someone might get from watching POLICE approach the BIG BAD in an action movie. You know they’re going to be slaughtered. To prove the s t r e n g t h of the bad guy, and prove the necessity of the SUPERHERO. “You work in a unit whose specialty is dealing with the tragedies of this current, crumbling world. Or at least, that’s what your uniform suggests. Am I mistaken in believing that that is why you try so hard, little dog?” He asks in a breath – almost sighing out the words, as through frustrated at why she could believe that she has the right to ask him these questions. “… you have different goals then your boss? Alright, interesting, I suppose. But your unity is one of your strengths in this currently chaotic world. If you do not hunt me down to relinquish me to that brute you call your leader, then why are you after me?”

      As she comments about his skill, he says nothing. Simply offering her a dead-eyed smile. He had never believed in his ability. LUCK was not H O P E. If anything – his skill was a tragedy. A curse. But, sometimes? It worked for him. He’d find out whether that was the case today or not. “Do you fancy yourself able to save me?” Komaeda asks, half-heartedly.

     She was going to try, then. He could see her removing her shoes and making her way closer, bit by bit. He could hear the ground crumbling ever so slightly under each movement. He knew – if she came out here, fully, they would both go crashing down. And yet, here she was trying regardless. “Should I give you a handy cap, Miss? Do you need me to move forward to give you an actual chance?” This was said in mocking – after all: She’d told him not to look down on her. If she asked him to adjust for her – then she’d be admitting that she can’t do it on her own. And yet, he was giving her a chance to prove herself. She was small, light-weight, she had a real chance. So? He’d remain still as they spoke… watching her movements carefully.

                   he  who  wears  the                          THICKEST  ARMOR

                                            is  often  the                                                MOST  FRAGILE.

@ultimumsuperbia continued from [x]

      When he saw his brother struggle to meet his gaze – he could feel an overwhelming amount of s e l f shame wash over him. There was nothing wrong with how Tetsu and Old Child had done. They’d only been put in danger because of Mahiru and himself - because his E V E insisted on being a good person. Because - - - ! Well...They’d have been better off remaining as they had been, without becoming ALLIES of their jumbled mess of a team.

      Now his brother was INJURED. No. no. Not injured, crippled. Fighting Tsubaki hadn’t only left Hugh in a tight spot, but also Hyde/Lawless. . . If anyone should be apologizing, it was K U R O.

      He had been the one who had been l a t e. And though that wasn’t uncommon for the SERVAMP of SLOTH, it seems his retreat from responsibilities. . . had h u r t his family. And he felt immense shame for having been so late to action that his brothers were both suffering now. ‘… they’re not the first to have suffered for trusting me…’ G U I L T. Guilt soaked his thoughts, his everything, as he moved carefully to casually scratch at the back of his head. “… it’s alright.” Kuro - Sleepy Ash - mutters aloud, finally. His crimson eyes dodging the others… “You were fine. I was just… late.”

      As the eldest s e r v a m p, he was the one that people looked to for answers. And yet, here he was. He didn’t know what he could do to tell P R I D E that they weren’t responsible. ( . . . this was part of the very reason he h a t e d doing anything. FEELING responsible for anything. Making choices. ) “… please… don’t apologize. Just focus on feeling better.”

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THAT CONFLICT HAD BEEN A MERE EXCUSE FOR Yuna not to step into Ueda anymore, lest she wished to act on her impulse and strangle that man. The low chuckle once that image popped into her mind was revealing how pleased she would be if she did that. However, Yuna had to be mindful of the people who worked for that man, along with his family. They did not need to be needlessly involved into a dispute which did not concern them, nor had to suffer pointlessly. It was a clash of ideals, nothing which would have incurred her wrath enough to kill him. Perhaps the desire to see him cornered was tempting, yet out of respect for the people who believed in him, she would lay low, thus the decision to avoid going into Ueda. Meeting with Anastasia or Isanami could always occur in other locations, rather than there. Yuna did not mind and it was better anyway.

❝ So, did he complain that somebody did not respect him and it was a woman, above all? ❞ No matter how kindly Isanami spoke of him, Yuna would not share that opinion, thus she propped her cheek into the palm of her hand, her tone dull and lacking interest. It was too bad he did not have a proper reaction and chose to keep that facade and only showed a bit of emotion slipping. What a boring man. Perhaps even their conflict could have been solved, would he actually be genuine to his emotions. Although it sounded.. fake coming from her, who had so much difficulty showing how she felt, at least in such situations, she did her best to convey what was important, rather than allow misunderstandings step in. ❝ My only satisfaction, well partly, is that I hit him hard enough for his cheek to be swollen, haha. That should have hurt, but that is not even an ounce of how people feel. Perhaps not now, but leadership can be a burden which weights too heavily if not handled properly. ❞

It was a weight she carried as well, all alone. No matter how many people stretched out a hand, she barely relied on them. There were things only she could do and should do, without having to take those hands and ask for help, but they were still there. It was only because she would rely and trust them. Because instead of being a leader, most of times she chose to be one of them and listen to them, rather than selfishly take decisions. For someone as him who did not show anything but that irritating smile, for how long would people be able to trust him, to put their lives into his hands? For somebody such as herself, that was nothing but a time problem, which could be decided any moment. That kind of leadership was a gamble, because in the end, no one could understand him. Was he even a bit close to the people who chose to follow him, aside the Braves? Even then, she doubted there was any kind of connection aside his self-interest for whatever purpose.

❝ My bad to contradict you, Anastasia, but I know plenty people who would be frustrated with his way of leading. ❞ No matter in what kind of good light she tried to pain him, Yuna did not see Yukimura that way. Not after their little spat and how little consideration he showed towards one of his fallen subordinates. Even if Hanzo proved to be alive at that time, it did not change the fact that he treated that death… lightly. While she could understand the importance of not showing weakness, of being a figure on whom people could rely, it did not mean they did not wish to see a glimpse of emotion from their leader. ❝ If they would have Yukimura as the one who leads them, well.. I can only imagine the worst case scenario. I am not perfect either as a leader, however I do try to show sympathy and solidarity when people need it, when the situation requires it even if moments after, I return to being myself and make the right decisions. Even if my heart breaks apart, I let my people know that they can count of me and that I understand their emotions, even if a little. Sometimes, this is more than enough for people to feel close to their leader, to gain more trust and actually feel like the person they follow does what they can in spite of how tough a situation is. ❞

Considering how much they mentioned Yukimura in that conversation, Yuna hoped he was hicupping somewhere. That thought alone made her snicker in amusement. However, if Anastasia said she was alright with him as a lord, she could let that little dispute slide. Only out of consideration for her. Rubbing her temples, as that man was giving her a headache even when not present, she could only blankly stare at the woman when she was told she would deny them their pay if she chose to do anything to Yukimura. With a defeated sigh, she rose her head towards the sky, allowing the gentle wind caress her locks. ❝ Yes, yes, whatever you say. I hope he hiccups until he dies then. If I had the chance to redo things of that day, I would do them in the same fashion anyway. ❞

     Anastasia sighs a little when her friend makes her comment. Complain? Not… quite. “Lord Sanada informed his page what happened because he had an obvious bruise on his cheek and had done some damage to his room – if he hadn’t explained what had happened, I think Rokurou would have worried that he’d been attacked by an enemy shinobi.” Not quite complaining. It was to keep the Page – the BRAVE of WATER from panicking about the safety of his Lord, especially right before a war was to break out. “… I know you dislike him, but you’re acting like he’s a complaining child.”

      It was a funny mental image, even if inaccurate. Yukimura could be a bit childish, so the fact that she could imagine him sort of whining about it was funny. And had he been in a better mood at the time, there was a good chance he might have “WHINED” about it towards his page in hopes of getting some sympathy points from his strict right-hand-man.

     However, the blond woman falls silent again as the other spoke. Sapphire eyes watching as the crimson-eyed woman spoke. It was . . . curious. As an IGA shinobi, she couldn’t entirely understand where the two of them were being so stubborn. Anastasia had always been business first, herself. And YUKIMURA was emotional most times – though a steeled leader when it came to emergencies. Yuna? She appeared to be somewhere… in between those things. ‘… it’s sort of charming.’ Honestly, she could barely keep herself from smiling – though she managed to, out of respect for the others frustration.

      It wasn’t until Yuna stopped speaking again that she waved her hand in a somewhat dismissive manner. “I know you mean no disrespect to me by saying those things.” The BRAVE of ICE reassures, laughing softly. “You’re entirely correct. I know many people who his leading style would only frustrate them. However, I’ve… come to feel right at home there. He… actually sort of reminds me of one of my old teachers, in Iga.” To be honest, the Russian kunoichi rarely spoke of IGA. Especially after everything had happened – but? Now that she was really thinking about it, she was starting to wonder if that was part of the reason she actually enjoyed working under that eccentric man. He sort of reminded her of h i m . . . the man who had gone out of his way to save her from her enslavement. “… though, I somehow feel as though you’d hate my teacher even worse then my lord, so? Perhaps I should… leave that conversation alone for now.” Her… “TEACHER” was a rather odd topic. And if Yuna disliked Yukimura, perhaps it was best she knew very little of that man. It seemed like it would just further boil the others blood…

      “… I can’t say I agree with your assessment as a leader, though. He shows plenty of sympathy to those in his employ, and he shows his compassion while at work. I’ve never seen a lord risk his own life for one of his guards before, and yet? When I betrayed the team before – he was quick to get to Rokurou’s side and make sure he recovered. If he hadn’t done that, he would be dead.” And if it wasn’t for the quick actions that happened around then – there was a chance that Anastasia would have done more then destroy his eye, and stab SASUKE through. ( a time she wasn’t proud of, but? she would bring it up all the same. ) “He personally sat by his page’s side to be sure of his recovery, taking care of him even though he’d lost the thing that had made him so valuable in the first place.” Anastasia continues, laughing at little at the absurdity of the thought. The reason the UNNO family was important was because of that e y e . . . and yet, Yukimura had kept him there even after he’d lost it. When most would have fired him… That was the world they lived in. If you lost your use, you weren’t worth keeping around anymore.

     And yet, that wasn’t how ether SANADA worked. And both employed the UNNO TWINS, despite the absurdity of “t w i n s” in this country…

      “I’m starting to wonder if a big part of your disconnect has to do with the fact that you are someone who wasn’t particularly close to him yet… I’ve truly never seen this ‘cold’ side of him, that you’ve mentioned. Once I was hired, I became part of his Braves, and no such wall was shown to me. Yes, that… irritating smile has always been a part of him. But, I don’t think I’ve ever experienced the side of him you’re talking about. Not even when he hired me once again.” When he’d welcomed her back, it was his genuine KINDNESS that had hurt her the most. Shackling her here . . . Honestly, she’d expected to be killed. And she would have been alright with that, and yet? That wasn’t what happened. “Oh maybe,” she adds, laughing softly – amusement beginning to shine in her eyes a little. “He’s heard about your connection to his brother.”

     Yukimura was an interesting one – and he had a lot of RESPECT for his elder brother. Though? They’d never been particularly close. In fact, there were times that Yukimura appeared afraid of his elder brothers “RAGE.” Nobuyuki only showed that irritated side around the younger SANADA…

     There was a good chance that YUKIMURA had made up his mind to not get to know her better, especially if he heard that Nobuyuki and Yuna had amicable relations. After all: Nobuyuki appeared to have a complex when it came to his brother – Yukimura wouldn’t have wanted to interfere if Nobuyuki was making a friend. And he certainly wouldn’t have wanted to dampen the chances of them getting along by also imputing himself.

      “… sorry, sorry. It appears I’ve managed to annoy you, friend.” Anastasia continues then, watching the other rub at her temples – a headache, she would imagine. “Talking about him probably isn’t helping with that, I’d imagine. Forgive me. Though,” she snickers at the thought of the LORD of UEDA with severe hiccups – oh goodness. At this time of the day? Rokurou would scold him, likely thinking that he’d gotten to drinking far too early. “I love the thought of him hiccupping uncontrollably. He’d be so frustrated. I would imagine he’d be pouting now, then. And, though I do enjoy working for my Lord... it’s actually nice to talk to someone who is from the outside of all of this. It gives me... another view of the situation. I enjoy our talks.”