@smiletorn Continued From [ X ]

@carnifcx continued from [x]

      A hearty laugh escapes the dark-clad priest from his spot next to the ANGEL – amusement in his cynical eyes. “I don’t.” He responds, honestly. “But I do enjoy… encouraging others break the rules – I was asking for reference, so I know how long to keep you distracted.”

       It was a teasing banter from the older man. Clearly he knew the other was far past the age ( or the company ) to reinforce any sort of true curfew. Somehow he doubted that his corpse bodyguard doubled as an alarm clock of sorts. He was more then welcome to be proven wrong, but somehow, he just didn’t believe it offhand. However – that hadn’t kept the mischievous man from making the comment.

      It was funny – especially since they hadn’t seen each other in so long. “Imagine now, if I had approached you saying that line, though? Wouldn’t that have been especially funny?” He asks, lifting his glass back to his lips as his eyes drifted to the side. It was a funny thought. And, though he tended to MANIPULATE events to work out his way, the thought had only occurred to him now. ( … must be losing my touch. ) “Especially if I hadn’t recognized you at first~” A laugh escapes his lips then, humoring the idea as he nursed the drink in his hands.

      That comment was his little way of saying – I may have seriously meant the pick-up line. May have. Maybe.

      “Well, dear angel.” He pauses, shifting his gaze towards the blue-eyed young man. A smirk working it’s way to his thin lips. “You’ll find I have a preference for being the one to do the pinning, in most situations. It’s a nasty habit of mine, to need to come out on top.” Still flirting? Possibly. Who knows?

// tyki mikk - verses

{ Canon Tag }  -                    ( ver ) .joyd/pleasure╰☆╮(❝Tyki Mikk❞)

      This is general tag for anything that happens in the main series - so? The “Ark” Arc, and such. Generally speaking, this will just be the normal tag unless specified otherwise!

{ Runaway Noah } -                   ( ver ) .cards fold╰☆╮(❝Tyki Mikk❞)

      Tyki has always had an adventurous soul. So? When it came down to it, and things became too much for him - this would be the verse where he attempted to disappear. Frankly speaking, this is if he just sorta... ran away from his responsibilities. With the rest of the Noah hinting more and more that Tyki should just give in and let “Joyd” win... he didn’t want to give up himself. However? Not wanting to fight his “family,” he’s just trying to disappear. He won’t fight them. He’s not their enemy. He just doesn’t want to lose himself.

{ Before Awakening } -                   ( ver ) .shuffle╰☆╮(❝Tyki Mikk❞)

      “Tyki Mikk” the man, before becoming a Noah. Before he had his “awakening” in his blood - so? In general, this is just an average man trying to make a living in the coal minds.

       Before his painfully rude awakening with the stigmata.

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She was getting nervous, despite telling herself that he would surely appear. Although he had confused her on their first meeting, what Yukimura-sama said at the Ten versus Ten matches before lingered on Isanami’s mind; despite what Sanada Nobuyuki came off as, he was a good person. Therefore, though she fidgeted in place at the gate, sounds of heavy footsteps had the FORMER priestess turning to greet the approaching person.

When his first words were, well, that ― she couldn’t help but smile. It was not like her past smiles that were bright and full of LIFE, but? It was the first time she had felt amused in such a long time.

Nonetheless, Isanami bows at her waist to the Lord. It felt good to see a familiar face, even when they were not that well acquainted. And seeing him gave her more hope that everyone else was still alive.  ❛ Nobuyuki-san. I’m sorry for this sudden intrusion. ❜ In fact, she had many things she needed to APOLOGIZE for. After everything that happened though, where could she start? She had so many questions… so many things she wished to ask of the person whom was her best lead right now. ❛ I’m… glad to see you are well. ❜

A bit of guilt TWISTS into her heart. She probably wouldn’t even need to ask that, had Izanami not inflicted so many wounds on him, using him as “bait”. She wondered if she was overstepping her bounds. She, who had caused so much grief in everyone’s lives, to be here and wanting information on them. ❛ If it would not trouble you… could we talk? I know I’m not your retainer or anything. You don’t owe me anything, in fact, I do owe you much more than what I could ever pay you back for. But… ❜

She tilts her head up, looking upon the stern older brother of the Sanada family with desperation. ❛ I don’t know what else I could do. Where else I could go. Ueda is gone and people say Yukimura-sama is dead and I don’t ― ❜ Her voice cracks and she cuts her words off IMMEDIATELY. She didn’t want to cry, not when she was already troubling Nobuyuki-san with her presence. ❛ I-I’m sorry. Please… give me a moment. ❜ The former priestess brought her sleeves up, pressing them at her face. Hah, even if she thought she had changed, being so prone to her emotions would probably stay with her forever.

      The ELDER Sanada simply stares at the other – dumbfounded by her sudden appearance after 10-YEARS. So much had happened in that time, so much had changed, and yet? Suddenly, a figure from the past appears at his doorstep. Someone who had been SEALED in the realm of the d e a d.

      Most would figure that would be the last time they would see someone. Even Izanagi hadn’t been successful in retrieving someone from YOMI, as she’d been far too changed. And that – was the goddess that now resided in their own realm. The one who had been reincarnated as this young girl. A STORY he would have been reluctant to believe – at best, when his brother had finally filled him in on this… if it wasn’t for the fact that he had been taken HOSTAGE by the vengeful goddess herself.

      “… if you want to speak to me, we should head inside. I can have a room prepared so that we may speak in private.” Nobuyuki finally says, after a few moments of just listening to the other talk. Snapping out of his confusion and deciding he needed to act.

      They should talk. He had some questions himself, but? First and foremost, he needed to bring her inside… She looked exhausted. So? Quickly he ushered out some orders, before turning around. Gesturing with his hand to tell her to come along. “I’m… sure you do have a lot of questions and concerns. I’m willing to hear them out, it’s alright. I have nothing more pressing going on right now.” He was a busy man – and he was in the middle of things. However? This took precedence given the situation at hand. “You can have as long as you need to calm yourself when we’re out of the open. I understand being overwhelmed. Please, take as much time as you need here…”

       He would gesture towards the common room, giving quick orders to keep people away from this area – though to fetch some tea and some food for his guest. She looked like she’d traveled a long way, and it wasn’t likely that she had stopped anywhere. So? With that, he just gestures towards the room. A silent invitation for the other to sit down somewhere. It was hardly prepared for guests, but? The Lord of Numata was improving for now.

“ restoration “ || nobu & isa

“discovery” ; ana & isa

continued from [ x ] : @smiletorn

      This was going to be an adventure. Anastasia had known that from the get go – and yet, at the same time, she knew she couldn’t just let this matter be anymore. She was glad she had convinced the younger BRAVE to come along with her for this trip, however? She wasn’t used to these things.

      The “BRAVE of ICE” had never been an expert on emotions. Not since she’d grown up in IGA – not since she’d literally been sold to her master, after her parents had been slaughtered, and she’d arrived in these strange lands. To an extent? It just made more sense to keep to herself. To become numb. To become I C E. And she’d done a wonderful job of that. Of freezing her heart. Of becoming closed off. She’d done what she’d need to… to survive.

      And yet, the DARKNESS BRAVE – had somehow cracked her heart open yet. And didn’t even know it.

       “Isanami-chan, are you ready?” Anastasia asks, tapping on the doorframe of the younger girl’s room. Today, Anastasia wasn’t wearing any shinobi gear. Instead, an elegant kimono – and her long golden hair styled in a loose, but regal bun. She wanted to make this outing… different. She wanted to make it more obvious that this wasn’t the same as their other outings.

       Because she wanted to make it obvious this time. She wanted to make sure the other didn’t think she was teasing – she didn’t want the other to think this was a joke. She needed to set apart this meeting from their others, because… today? She wanted to let Isanami know how she felt. ( And her biggest worry – was that she might not take it seriously. Due to Anastasia’s history of teasing her, she was rather worried about that. ) “I hope you dressed nice. We’re going to be out and about all day, today. I have the whole day off, and I intend to spend it with you. So? You’d better be ready.”

       And she was going to need all day… to try to work up the courage to say what she needed to say.

Silently appears before Sakakura wearing an orange mustache.

      Somehow he wasn’t surprised that, even though they hadn’t seen each other in a little while, this was how the other chose to appear before him. At this moment, he was struggling a little - should he comment on the mustache? Or no? Would that be giving in to what his smaller companion wanted?

      Baffled, the former ULTIMATE BOXING CHAMPION decides to do his best to pretend that nothing is… amiss.

      “… yes? Is there something I can help you with?”

      That was the right way to handle this situation, right? Honestly, at this moment? Sakakura wasn’t entirely convinced. // @cleanhope

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❖ ─ ━ ɩɴⅴеႽτɩնατοʀ She didn’t need to be lectured nor did she need to be reminded how wrong one mistake would lead to her end but that didn’t matter in the slightest. If she could at least get through with this and tried to talk to him then that would make a difference, she was a pacifist at heart, kind to a fault and above all-patient when it is needed.  ❝I don’t need to be an Ultimate to have a talent, to be bound by just one.  ❞ Breathe, and relax. That’s all she needed to keep her composure and not fail this task. Being calm is needed and honestly, she has faced death almost before yet that was a long time ago and it’s the same right now too. She wasn’t anything special but if she can reach out to others then that is all that matters to her, she could relate to people yet not relate to them at all. ❝I want to make a difference that’s all. Even if my efforts are so little, so little that it goes unnoticed yet if it impacts it just slightly then that matters most to me. Being able to save lives and having those lives to live another day when some can’t matters mostly.  ❞ Unlike her….if I could save others from the same fate then that’s fine. One step, two step, stay positive.  ❝The boss views you Despairs as targets and wanting to kill you, whatever Munakata-san says, goes to the boss there. I don’t believe that a happy ending will come true if ALL of Despair itself will vanish, there’s need to be an equal balance between both Hope and Despair. To me, you Remnants are victims, yet victims that are not monsters. My goal is to talk and not capture if I’m able to make it out alive. ❞

Happiness nor hope was a fleeting and fickle thing, her light was snuffed up so death was welcoming to her. But right now she has someone to get back to so failure wasn’t an option. ❝My skills alone won’t be able to do that-maybe in the future you’ll likely be saved. For now I just want to hold up a conversation. As said before I only want to talk, capturing isn’t an option for me. I always like to get to know the person I’m talking to before I judge them if they are worthy of my trust. I am kind to a fault afterall and…everyone has a few skeletons hiding in their closet including me but you don’t need to know what is it.❞ She took a few more steps if her experience taught her anything is to take risks and jump at fate so she just have to hold her breath and continue forward. ❝I’m fine! If I can’t do this alone then it would just be another blow to my self-esteem or my pride. ❞

      For a moment, his eyes widen just a little – those words reminded him a little of someone, but? In his extreme disassociation of being SERVANT, he couldn’t recognize whom said it. Confusion sits obviously in his expression now. Almost to the point of FRUSTRATION.

      With that, the DESPAIR-obsessed youth frowns. Biting his lower lip in irritation. Why couldn’t he remember who said that? Or said something similar? He knew s o m e o n e had once spoken along those lines to him before – and who was it? Who? “… is that something you believe? Or is that something you learned?” Nagito’s words, this time, sounded confused. Perhaps that was simply the view of the S M A L L trying to make themselves feel better. But, he could also remember one who was (h o p e) speaking of a TALENT like c h a i n s. Something that captured them and held them to do a singular thing. . . “You’ll often find those with the title Ultimate serve to have many talents and sub-talents, in relation. Are you saying that we are trapped by these titles?” Not that he often considered himself part of those “ULTIMATES.” – that was why he could become something as lowly as a SERVANT to those tyrannical children. . .

      Though, as she spoke, Nagito listened quietly this time. What an ODD goose. She wanted to make a difference – even if it was only to a handful of people. Could such a miniscule goal even be considered a goal? If everything she ever accomplished only helped a handful of people who also didn’t accomplish anything . . . wouldn’t that be infuriating?

      He wanted to ask, his lips parted to do so, however – this time his BAD LUCK kicked in. A coughing fit starting up due to the access of DUST in the air. And, due to it, he collapses onto his knees. Shifting his weight a little roughly, and both would hear the SCREECH of ground moving because of it. He could hear the distressed metal crying out as remnants of it attempted to hold up the remaining ground. “… i-is… that so? What a strange… dream.” Nagito laughs out the words a little. He couldn’t understand those words, honestly. He couldn’t understand her point of few. After all: He’d already written her off as someone of “no importance.”

      It would take a miracle for the current Komaeda to even remotely accept what she said. His brain twisted with both HOPE & DESPAIR.

      Now that he’d settled a little – the coughing fit having stopped, the ground stopped moving as much… however? The ground was weaker now. And cracks were forming at an alarming rate. Komaeda knew that if he stayed where he was, even if she didn’t come over here, he’d end up falling. However? He had no fear of d e a t h – this was his game. He’d set it up, and he wouldn’t move. “… victims, hmm?” No. Nagito wouldn’t consider himself a victim. The only VICTIM died far before this – the person he’d considered his classes H O P E had vanished from them that day. . . long ago. “Are we truly what you would consider pitiable? That’s almost… laughable, honestly.” He smiles a little then. However, given his current state of kneeling on the ground, he didn’t look… as in control as he’d once been. At this moment, SERVANT almost looked like a victim. Tired. ALMOST SAD, even in his smile. “If you can get to me, I have agreed I’d go with you. So? If you want to talk – if that’s the reward you seek, then fine. Come and take it.”

      WHAT DIFFERENCE WOULD BE MADE FROM TALKING? H o n e s t l y everything she said confused him: but, perhaps that was alright. “… you’re a strange girl.” She wanted to help him? She wanted to talk? To build a future where he might be saved? He couldn’t tell if she was optimistic or pessimistic. But? It was … funny, to see how her brain worked.

      If she continued as carefully as she was… she might truly make it. He could see her carefully shuffling along. She was obviously used to this breaking world. However, with his earlier coughing fit, if she got too close? The ground would collapse. Would she be able to reach him? Truly? He smiles a little… not noticing the blood that trickled down his lip to his chin. ( when he earlier bit his lip in frustration – he’d managed to do some damage. ) “I shall not move, then.” The words were earnestly spoken, though a part of him still believed she couldn’t do it… she was now much closer. If she kept it up at this pace, she might truly be able to reach him.

       … he couldn’t tell if he was SURPRISED or IMPRESSED that she was truly willing to do something so risky. Especially if she knew his former t i t l e.

“haunted” ; messiah & isanami

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       At the very least he was glad she was willing to listen to reason – hearing him out and calming down a little, even coming to her own conclusion about the storm. Good. She had a working head on her shoulders. This was important, if they were going to be here together. Messiah didn’t work well with others often, especially civilians.

      Especially CIVILIANS who got in the way of his jobs. But? That was another matter. “That is the most likely solution, yes. Electricity can travel through the ground, or if it just happened to hit a powerline or such – it’s likely that it’d just turn on, if sparked into action.” At least, that was far more likely than believing this place to be haunted.

      Right?

      Science had nothing to imply that spirits stayed in any place. Though rumors and stories spun frequently about hauntings and the chaos that it could cause – Messiah was unlikely to believe it without proof. Spirits, strong attachments, regrets, anger… guilt . . ? There were many popular stories to explain “HAUNTINGS,” but? As far as he was concerned, those were the ramblings of a paranoid person. Or of a person feeling “GUILTY” themselves.

      “You needn’t apologize. You’re uncomfortable. That’s perfectly human.” Messiah reassures, as his eyes fixate on the hall – he was trying to see if he could pick any shadows moving in the distance. However, aside from the ones you would expect from flashes of LIGHTNING through dust-covered windows? He couldn’t see anyone moving inside the parlor. “If it makes you more comfortable, you’re welcome to continue holding onto my arm. But, if we find another person in here, I’m going to need it back – and you’re going to need to get behind me.” He couldn’t have her impeding his ability to fight, should he need to.

      And honestly, if she was going to be here with him – he’d almost rather know exactly where she was, then risk her wondering off. At least this way, he can reassure his clients that she was doing not damage to the place and keep her from risk of being sued. Or arrested for trespassing.

      “Detective Messiah.” He corrects, offering an ever-so-slight smile this time. His amethyst eyes shifting from his focus only for a moment to meet the other eyes – “Though, given the circumstances, just Messiah would be fine.” Why waste time in a situation where communication might be important?

      However, he raises his eyebrows a little at her question. Suddenly curious about the land, hmm? How curious. “They’re not in a position to have firm plans, I’m afraid. Given that they know little about what is here, or the condition it’s in – they’re going to need to make sure it’s safe for a property inspector to come through and assess the place. Once they’re finished, it’s likely to have everything here sold and the property destroyed to build something else. At least, that’s what most would do given the state of the place. But? Perhaps they’d refurbish and create a museum? That’s what I’d do.” Perhaps that made him a little… ODD. But he enjoyed old places like this. And it’s hard to copy this sort of building with modern designing. However, as they talk, he starts moving forward – his voice a whisper as he gradually inches forward. He wasn’t going too quick – he would make sure she could keep holding onto him as he continued forward, should she want to. He wouldn’t shake her off or try to move on without her.

      For both of their sakes? It was probably just better to have her come along for the ride anyways…

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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.

// ace - verses

{ HnKnA } –                    ( ver ) .knight╰☆╮(❝Ace of Hearts❞)

      Whimsical and a bit of a trouble-maker, this warrior from the “Castle of Hearts” does his absolute best - … to avoid his job as the “Knight of Hearts”. He is often found wandering about Wonderland, hopelessly lost. Not that he seems to mind too much, but? It does seem to leave a bit of a bitter note with those he works with. Not that he could possibly imagine why. Regardless of his reasons, wandering Wonderland seems to be a bit of a pass time for him. And? Despite being an odd ball, he does seem to have genuinely bonded with the resident of the Clock Tower.

      Odd or not, he is probably not the best choice to approach. He has a friendly smile and a deceptively innocent appearance from time to time - However? He is one of the deadliest people in Wonderland.

{ CnKnA } –                    ( ver ) .masks╰☆╮(❝Ace of Hearts❞)

      ( With the shift that took place, removing some Wonderlandian’s and replacing them with others - he’s become even more unpredictable. A certain amount of his actions ranging on absolutely, ridiculously, crazy. Or simply dangerous. At first glance, he doesn’t appear to have changed much. He still is always smiling. And yet, behind his smile… is an unyielding darkness. )

{ Human Ace - Wonderland } –                   ( ver ) .restart╰☆╮(❝Ace of Hearts❞)

       ( Lost and more then a little confused, Ace has found himself in Wonderland - And what’s even weirder? He can’t remember coming here. Or even what he was doing before he arrived. Entirely lost, confused, and suffering from a bit of whiplash amnesia … He is a man trying his best. And, at the same time? He is relatively okay with being lost.  )

{ Human ! Ace } –                    ( ver ) .wanderer╰☆╮(❝Ace of Hearts❞)

       ( The precursor verse for “restart,” this is the verse that has him still in the normal world and relatively explains why he ended up in Wonderland. What he was trying to get away from, what he was trying to survive with … This verse is still [ under construction. ] )

( sending myself a question - how silly. :'3 )

( yay for me sending... me... things? yay for tests! 

and the insanity it ensues. :’3

- Aula )