❝Hey,Hijirihara-san. Thank you for the plushy you, I really love it and its the best gift anyone ever gave me too. I even gave him a name too!❞ She was still holding it in his arms aonce she decided to bring it to work and leave it on her desk when doing the reports there,plus it was too adorable to leave home.
When his PARTNER arrives, Hijirihara looks up – once again,surprisingly, at his desk. He really was doing his ABSOLUTE best. He still wasn’tthe best at being business only. Especiallygiven that he was quirkier then most members of their DIVISION. However, itappears his cleaning up his act a little has helped him in more ways then one.Including the added BENEFIT of his partner being able to l o c a t e himsometimes.
“I’m glad you like it.” He starts, smiling ever-so-slightly. It was f a i n t. But it was there. “I’ve always sorta… enjoyed working onstuff like that. I mean, I know… there isn’t a lot of… time to use for itanymore. But…” He scratches the back of his head as he talks – his eyeswondering to the plush in her arms.
He really was very PLEASED she liked it. He’d never beenwonderful with G I F T S, so part of him had been very concerned when he’ddecided to give her a present in turn. Sure, it wasn’t typical behavior for aJapanese youth like himself to give a girl a gift on VALENTINE’s DAY. Normally,St. White’s Day would be the proper day for him to give her a gift – however?As he’d been a traveler when he’d been younger, picking up on other traditionsweren’t too surprising. He was just glad that she’d liked it, even if it hadn’tbeen given at the r i g h t time.
“Can I ask what name you gave him?” Hijirihara asks, tiltinghis head ever-so-slightly to the side. Curiosity in his voice.
He had never been very good at expressing himself. But? Hewas learning a little bit better with both visual cues and vocal ones. ASANOMISAKI was really helping the young man: Even if he was forever going to be anendless mess of quirky behavior.
… e s p e c i a l l y given his other hobby.
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@absortio
❖ ─ ━ ɩɴⅴеႽτɩնατοʀ Even though it wasn’t her business to ask, she was getting more concerned about his well being seeing him coming back with another injury from somewhere. She was told to stay back this time due to falling a bit behind on her reports so she had to catch up on them again. ❝Geezs, sometime along the line of how long we’ve been partners for, I’m going to lose count of how many times you walk in with injuries you know…. ❞ She sighed lightly as she walked up to him, doing a quick check if there were others. ❝I don’t know how you manage to get these wounds this time but I’m starting to get worried more about you. Let get these cleaned up before I can dress them, I should have a spare roll of bandages somewhere on my desk. ❞
To be entirely honest, Hijirihara couldn’t remember when exactly he decided to start relying on his partner more – even though he’d come to consider her a friend, there was a lot of risk in relying on her. He was a dangerous individual himself. He attracted danger, and? Well, to that end, he ended up like this. This was worse then some other times, but? It wasn’t life threatening.
He hadn’t needed help. He could have managed to bandage himself up – and yet, he’d found himself dragging his feet all the way to where he knew his partner would be. “… sorry.” Though apologizes weren’t usually a part of the awkward young man’s vocabulary, he found himself trying more. After all: He did feel bad that he worried her. . . “It’s not as bad as it looks, though?” He adds, his voice more of a question.
By comparison to how the “OTHER GUY” had looked, it wasn’t bad. Plus, some of the blood wasn’t his own…
And the other had been left hacked to pieces in the same manner that he’d left others. The other had liked to leave his victims with little humanity left – making it near impossible to identify them when found. He had done the same. As the KILLER KILLER, that was his signature. Unfortunately, however, he hadn’t accounted that the other might have a gun. Nothing about the others previous killings had hinted about the other using any sort of firearm…
“… should I start cleaning the wounds?” He asks, tilting his head ever-so-slightly at his partners comments. He could move towards the bathroom and wash himself up a bit if it would help, but somehow he felt she had a specific way she wanted him to take care of this.
Traveling monk from the same temple as Isanami - he considers himself her big brother, and when he found out what happened? Went on a grand search to try to find her. Once he did? He wound up being recruited into the Brave’s as the “Brave of Earth.”
Brave 10 S verse! Having worked alongside of everyone for a while now - he’s become more used to his fellow Braves, even the ones he’s not entirely sure of what to think of them yet. And? More so, he’s become a lot calmer. Which is good, given that Isanami doesn’t have to threaten to not talk to him anymore to try to get him to behave.
blah blah blah
( A professional “Honey Pot” assassin, and a surprisingly young one at that - she was picked to be the back-up for the children. Someone who was supposed to come in, and finish the job. Instead? She was hired as something of a language expert. And? Despite being fed up with it, almost immediately? She eventually welcomed the idea. Even becoming fond of the kids… though? She certainly doesn’t care for the nickname they’ve given her. )
A cool-headed killer, and a professional at it, Irina is good at what she does. Often hired to infiltrate, at least for a time, get their guard down and then kill her targets? She’s infamous for getting the job done, even in very difficult situations - such as high profile, multiple witness, scenarios. She’s willing to use anyone, or anything, in her ability to get the kill. That was how she was trained. And she’s not about to give up now.
Due to the spoiler-ish nature of this verse? I will be a little vague here - Irina has switched her career path, given how everything eventually played out. And? Though it still requires she use a lot of the same skill sets she once did? She does find this job more enjoyable - after all! It is somewhat exciting to have a constant companion to pick on a little. ( Even if he just sorta tolerates her crazy some days… )
The youngest Princess in the Kou Empire, Ren Kougyoku aims to be similar to her “sister” Hakuei and become a general princess. She’s even gone so far as to capture a dungeon in hopes of accomplishing this. And? She is rather powerful while wielding her Djinn.
She can seem a little cold and distant at first, however? When it comes down to it, that is a front to try to help her be a little more like her brothers. She can be very insecure and confused when it comes to certain things - however? Her heart it often in the right place. She neither enjoys war nor does she care for senseless violence. However? She will always prioritize protecting her family over all. Judal/Judar included.
Having stepped up to become the next Empress of the Kou Empire, she found herself in a position she’d never really... seen herself in. She’d had dreams of being a General, of supporting her family when they ascended to the throne . . . she hadn’t expected to become the Empress herself.
( under construction! )
Despite being the daughter of Koutoku, she was never discovered to be as such - so? A commoner of the Kou Empire, as well as the daughter of a prostitute, she has dreams of seeing the outside world. Which, it not normal for a citizen of the Kou Empire, let alone a young woman. She wants to see the outside world, she wants... more then this life. And she knows that if she stays here, she has little hope above following in her mothers footsteps.
Perhaps it’s time to travel the world and try her luck.
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Continuation from here: @absortio
❖ ─ ━ ɩɴⅴеႽτɩնατοʀ It was actually surprised to see him at his desk each day, it was like he was trying to improve himself more something which was actually quite kind of him to do. Despite everyone else who works in their Division though, Hijirihara was the only one that could make her smile the brightest and more or less trust so these small things made her day. ❝I never knew you were good at these sort of things, Hijirihara-san. I’m actually amazed at it, and it’s actually quite adorable too. ❞ She responded back smiling more towards him. It didn’t actually matter that he gave it to her earlier than expected there cause she would respond the same way. It was very sweet of him he went to the extent of decorating it there too so she was more than happy he gave her the plushy there. ❝I named it after a character from a game I played in the past there, so his name is Dezel. And he’s now he’s one of my valuable treasures too. Besides that though, how was the chocolate I made you? ❞
When she compliments him again, he lowers his head a little – hiding his eyes a little bit behind his messy hair. He didn’t often show these skills to others. So? It was nice to have them complimented. But? it was a little overwhelming as well.
Perhaps that was just because he was naturally a little anxious? Or perhaps it was because his partner & friend was the one saying it? And he wasn’t used to being complimented by her… after all, he could be an awful lot of trouble for her as well. And there where days that he still found himself hiding in weird places. It was a comfort thing for him. “I could show you how I do it, sometime? If you’d be interested… in something like that, I guess?” Perhaps he could make a companion stuffed animal for her current one – and he could show her how he did it.
Honestly, it’s just understanding how shapes work together. And knowing what the completed image would look like reassembled. ( Ironically – a similar technique to figuring out murders. Not that he was going to say something like that right n o w though. )
“Dezel? I like it.” Hijirihara comments, smiling just a little as he nods. “I liked the chocolate.” He continues, answering her question now as well. “It was really good. A little more of a dark-chocolate, right?” Do you know who sucks at small talk? This fella.
But do you know whose gotten better at it, because he wants to talk to his partner more? SAME ANSWER as above. ( This fella. ) “I think I read somewhere… that you have to keep it at a certain temperature? While you’re cooking it, otherwise it doesn’t have that shine it had… so… that’s really cool.” Casual conversation may not be his strong point. But? Here he was – the KILLER KILLER, sitting at his desk. Chatting casually with his partner. Exchanging interests. ( . . . what a sight. )
❝It can be really frightening I suppose.❞
WHERE WAS LIGHT, THERE WAS DARKNESS. But if one side triumphed, if one shadowed the other, all that negativity would continue to evolve and take deeper roots. That had been her case; sorrow, anger, bitterness, helplessness have all been emotions which devoured her heart, which made her resort to unsealing that abyssmal darkness which swallowed everything in its path. ❝You could say that the most terrifying thing was the emptiness which followed after. Once my anger quelled, once I could see clearer.. nothing which I had held any meaning. ❞ Pointless destruction. That pain was not solely inflicted on those who deserved, but innocence people had been affected; they suffered losses, their hearts cried out in pain. Death had never been beautiful for them, nor liberating. It stole what they held more precious. Allowing a heavy sigh of relief go past her lips, she raised her heard towards the sky. That clear blue was peaceful, serene and it calmed her soul. Her sins were hers to bear, nonetheless that experience still remained. The tough lesson Yuna received would forever be imprinted in her mind; its goods and bad had marked her. She was another person now. ❝The more you welcome darkness in your life, the more you seek it, the more it will consume you. You can say that was a lesson. As for what happened next.. well, those years were another form of darkness I confronted. ❞
It was surprising to hear those words from the other – but? Perhaps more so then anything, it was surprising to hear someone say something to eerily familiar to her own thoughts. She remembered everything she’d done while working for the IGA LEAGUE OF FIVE, she remembered betraying the team that welcomed her back nowadays… ( some more warily then others, but? that was fair. )
The NUMBNESS that follows when you get what you thought you wanted – was one of the most terrifying things in the world. It was like being adrift. Without a goal, without an anchor . . . for Anastasia, what followed numbness was p a i n. She was welcomed back, but? As a traitor. And the kindness granted her, with or without wanting it? Locked her down like shackles. That was why she was the “BRAVE of ICE” once again. And? After all this time, she was still a TRAITOR in some of their minds. And others have warmed up to her presence once more…
“… though I can understand how you felt to an extent, and I’m glad that it’s been a learning experience for you, I’m sorry that you felt that way to begin with.” Nothing was worse than feeling “EMPTY” – abandoned. In her life she’d felt that way several times. And somehow, people always reached out to her.
Even after she’d made mistakes. “Do you want to elaborate? You must want to talk… at least to an extent, to offer these words so willingly. I’m more than happy to hear you out, if you want to talk. Though I certainly don’t know if I can offer you any worthwhile advice.” Anastasia was similar – having a FROZEN HEART years before, due to her own person grudges and anger. And holding onto a HOPE she knew should have died. She’d tortured herself these ways, she knew the person who’d made the mistake was her. And? It’d consumed her for some time. However, she already had a history of being that “ODD WOMAN” according to Yuna… so at the very least, perhaps, she could hear her out.
( This would be the canon timeline! ) Basically everything that happened while Garry and Ib where trapped inside of the artwork trying to find their way out - their lives are dependent on the number of rose petals they have, and Garry? Well, he sees things a little differently around here then Ib does.
Some of it comes down to rational paranoia in situations like this... other parts are just him being a little bit cowardly. But? Trying hard on behalf of helping young Ib. He wants to be someone she can rely on...
Having survived their crazy adventure and returned to the real world - somehow Ib was able to trigger his memories to return. At first it’d been a bit hazy, but Ib was able to pull him out of it. Nowadays he tries to keep in contact with her even still. Though, he often worries about the impression he’s making... he doesn’t just want to lose the friend he’d made through their shared chaos.
A piece of “ARTWORK” from within the world - this “Garry” works to take the others place when given the chance to. This can ether be inside the gallery, or having been able to trick Ib into leaving with it, instead of the real one. He is different then the real Garry - having little to no fear, because it’s not really alive. So? It doesn’t respond to things the same - though it does try to from time to time, these responses seem “scripted” and unrealistic.
{ i know it’s been a while - and since i never actually put up an official announcement, i figured it’s about time i pop up and say something.
hello friends! sorry it’s been like seventy years. -laughs-
i’ve been on a very unofficial semi-hiatus recently, due to an increase of things going on in my day to day life. it’d been pretty crazy, but? i won’t bore you with the details: i’m just going to say this! i plan to be back~ i plan to be back soon. :’3 well, soon-ish. i have to finish up some stuff on my end, so that i don’t drown in stuff... i look forward to being around again! and i’m sorry i sorta just dropped off the face of the earth. >.>;
i hope you’ve all been well~ and i look forward to writing with you guys again!
- Aula }
The Uninvited 8th, the youngest Servamp, and the one that none of the others know about. He was a surprise to all of them. After all: When their “father figure” disappeared for as long as he did, he didn’t keep in contact - instead? He made Tsubaki. The Servamp capable of killing the remaining Servamps. And the one who is capable of destroying the others contracts, regardless of the bond between the Servamp and Eve.
In this verse, Tsubaki will be in a contract with an Eve - as he is not canonly connected to any particular Eve, this verse can be used for any Eve he happens to have that’s been discussed. Of course, this will likely lead to misadventures. Tsubaki isn’t going to let something as small as a contract stop him entirely from doing what he wants - but? It’s often interesting enough that he wouldn’t resort to killing them. ( Unless they can’t reach some sort of middle ground - because Tsubaki isn’t going to be obedient ether. )
A young, unfortunate man, who seems cursed with horrible luck. He doesn’t openly try to talk to people, or even try to get to know them anymore… And recent attempts to befriend him have often, though quite accidentally, wound up with people being seriously injured. After these incidents, Tsubaki has quite given up on spending time with people - in fact? He’s usually quick to move away from people, to avoid conversation.
He always looks miserable about it. The reason he attended public school in the first place was because he wanted to make friends - but? He doesn’t want to make friends at the cost of their lives. So? He won’t actively look for friends anymore.
( Though it is canonly mentioned that Tsubaki was a vampire for C3 once - that he’d been experimented on, and kept around their base? Not a whole lot is known about this period of his life. So? Any verses using this might require a bit of talking between us, the muns, to decide what we’re willing to work with for it. So? At this time, consider this verse [ heavily under construction ] until ether more information comes up, or I can cement some things with role-playing partners. )
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When the younger of the two of them makes his comment, Gladiolus grins a little and shrugs. The truth was he didn’t understand what was running through the younger two’s minds. They were acting goofy, but? The “SHIELD” recognized it as them probably attempting to do their best to not overwhelm Ignis on his birthday/day off.
“I assume they know that already? But, who knows. Noct might be avoiding you so that he doesn’t accidentally start asking you for things – it’s sort’ve second nature for the king-to-be.” Gladio states, making his way over to his friend and companion. Unloading the mini-hoard next to his blond companion.
The golden-eyed man had picked out a few things for Ignis – various little necessity gifts. Things that would make his life easier, such as a thermos for coffee, a better sewing kit, a new travel set of appliances. The boys? Had gone a little more in the goofy direction. Noct had bought Ignis many cans of E B O N Y, as well as a cook book that claims on the cover to know 50 recipes in which you could use Ebony as an ingredient. Whereas Prompto had picked up a stuffed animal – large, round, and plump. Supposedly it was a bird? And the shutter-bug had said he’d picked it because it “looked like Ignis” but? Honestly, Gladio couldn’t see the resemblance. Nor could he say it looked anything like a bird. But? The boys were goofy.
“It’s not a problem, you know that. You needed a break. Hell, you deserved one. Though, on that note… I ordered a cake for you. It’s gonna be here in a while. But? I figured I’d warn you. So you don’t ruin your appetite.” Oh, the times he’d heard that last phrase himself – it was funny to get to use it himself this time. Though, it was somewhat embarrassing for the Shield to admit he had to order it. Ignis was the only real competent chef amongst them. And it wasn’t like he could serve CUP-of-NOODLES and MUG-CAKES for his companions’ birthday.
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