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dream of anything

i'll make it all come true

everything you need

is all i have for you

i'm forever

always by your side

whenever you need a friend

i'm never far behind

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嘘つき、教えてください。 [ pharos & kano ]

     Out of all the people he had encountered so far, Kano was the most interesting one. It took Pharos a good two hours to finally locate where he was, but even then he remained out of sight to keep his presence hidden—he’d have to wait for the right moment to finally unveil himself. Luckily, the child was skilled at lurking in the shadows and approaching his targets in a sinister manner. Was that because of his true identity? Or perhaps because his choice of clothes allowed him to easily camouflage?

     No matter, now. Kano was within Pharos’ sight, strolling around through one of the parks. As for Pharos, he was at one of the park’s playgrounds sitting at the top of a jungle gym (which provided somewhat of an elevation to monitor where Kano was). The sun was slowly setting in the Daze, beginning to cast shadows in the park. The typical scorching afternoon temperature was also gradually decreasing, so no longer did Pharos have to keep his sleeves rolled up.

     He remained sitting atop of the jungle gym, his blue eyes locked onto Kano. Once the other male was walking by the playground, a smirk couldn’t help but appear on the child’s visage. “I’ve been waiting for you,” he called out, tapping his fingers on where he was sitting. “Kano.”

     Just then, his blue hues changed to a vivid red—it was ephemeral, lasting no longer than three seconds. However, while Pharos seemed so merry that his target had finally arrived all according to what he planned, he became distraught as if he had seen something bad… No. He blinked a couple of times, soon regaining his previous demeanor. There were questions he had that needed to be answered, and Kano was the one who could answer them.

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Routine was a strange thing to pick up so naturally in a world laced gingerly in heat and despair. So often had the youth stepped foot out into the monstrous world that towered so elegantly above him. Stepped out into the night to feel the breath of chilled air and to greet the dark that engulfed his small frame. Small strolls in the dead of night--albeit unhealthy--was something that helped clear the petite youth's mind.

With his hoodie flung limply over his shoulder in the summer heat, the red glow of artificial night and the crimson flames of a moon at his back was all that accompanied him on his new routine. A constant staccato of out-of-place thick boots of black could be heard on the hard pavement of a nearby park, his arms thrown up behind his head and his countenance lacking a smile. Thoughtful was his gaze, a constant stare up at the shimmering sky as if taking in every detail. A calmness, or perhaps vulnerability that had never shown its sorry face when in plain view of friends or enemies.

That smile of his, a sort of weakness and shield. How ironic that the very item he used to help his friends through tore him down. Drowned him. Suffocated him like the snake of his lies tightening malevolently around his neck. As it goes without saying, his mind was elsewhere. The most he could tell at the moment was that his footsteps had begun to near a playground and that his name had been called from nearby.

Kano recognized the voice at once, though what it meant to be seeing the child for a second time, he wasn't particularly sure. Of course, the other's small stature and childish face, what sort of threat could he possibly pose? No, no, it was simple; perhaps he had only come for elaboration on whatever "Masque" had failed to answer. No problem. A smile curled onto his lips as he stopped in his tracks, the consistent staccato halting in its rhythm. His arms fell to his sides before linking themselves behind his back. The grin became welcoming as he turned his gaze upward toward the boy, giving a nod of assurance that his attention was captured.

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Roommates?

New roommates.

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Hopefully Kido doesn't mind some particular antics he took part in. Of which may or may not have consisted of two new members to the Mekakushi Dan. We'll just have to wait and see.

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A lonely figure standing in the middle of the heart of their red-dyed city. He’s shouting. Or you presume it’s a ‘he’ by his posture and build—or whatever can be seen of such a thing. It’s such a curious sight, you’re drawn in. A small crowd comes together as you approach the strange boy.

Why not stay a while? 

> UDS Chat Link

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A lonely figure standing in the middle of the heart of their red-dyed city. He's shouting. Or you presume it's a 'he' by his posture and build--or whatever can be seen of such a thing. It's such a curious sight, you're drawn in. A small crowd comes together as you approach the strange boy.

Why not stay a while? 

> UDS Chat Link

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[ hey uds people

if i hosted a chatroom in maybe 15-30 minutes who'd be interested in coming? i'm just asking so i can get a rough estimate, so we can have enough people!

if we don't have enough, we can try again at a later date!

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{ ♫lonely elegy || kano ;; ??? open.

elegy. ˈeləjē Noun.

a poem of serious reflection, typically a lament for the dead.

A lament. A cry out to helpless fate. A requiem.

Maybe that's a little something they needed, those wandering souls Kano seemed to gaze at when catlike eyes swayed side to side like a metronome. Sometimes it took so much to remind himself in the abyss that was his mind that everyone here had met some sort of tragic demise. Excluding himself, of course, one of the entities that--in the Waking World--may simply have been deemed MISSING.

It was something of guilt, a heartless whispering, a hissing of guilty laughter. Oh, yes. Shuuya Kano was very much alive, and he intended to stay that way. So sick of death which seemed to carry on despite protest. No one could outrun death, just as no one could easily outrun a plague. A disaster. A catastrophe. As was such, it was all too natural. And it made him sick.

The youth stuck his hands into his pockets, ignoring the way sweat beaded stubbornly at his palm in a manner that just refused to give up. Such a petty thing, the careless manner someone could easily--quite literally-wipe their hands of the issue. Ah, but the same could be said about them, right? The pitiful "Heroes" who faced forward into the face of... What? A helpless swarm of gnats with broken wings was what they were; the floods of hopes and dreams that melted just as quickly as their shimmering landscape was all that they could see now.

Time and time again, Kano's eyes had drifted away from "forward" or any resemblance of "onward" for that matter. Time and time again, those catlike eyes would stare back fondly in a reminiscent state. Pleasant and unpleasant dreams alike in the hazy world they forcibly called their new "home."

With each labored step, the snake of his mind twisted and twined around his neck.

Kano's eyes drifted to the red-tinged sky. A smile splayed lazily across his lips, as if he were a simple spectator in a symphony of lights. No matter what, he decided, he wouldn't look back anymore. No, this wasn't home. Home was forward, and forward he continued to move. 

Shuuya Kano wasn't dead, and neither were his ambitions and outward optimisms. That's right; even if he was surrounded by those lost souls of various other worlds--a speculation of his own assumption--Kano would smile. And he'd be that vagabond on the verge of collapse, sweat beading from his forehead, and a smile on his lips. Oh, yes, he'd smile. A silent elegy to keep them strong.

But was that something these people needed? An elegy, a sincere poem of a smile? So many times had he reminded himself that no, these weren't souls of the lost, but they were people. Flesh and feelings, as some may think. Oh, how there must be a chance to save them, too! But what kind of fool plans such a revolution, albeit his own reputation as such. They had come to save their family, but they'd leave with a faction.

The smile remained on his lips, changed somehow or another. Had it become full? Determined? Kano stretched his shoulder blades back with a chuckle, ignoring the sweat that continued to build on his palms. Even pitiful heroes could survive. Ah, red was the color of a hero, so why couldn't he grin within monstrous heat from eye and world?

A laugh, and Kano shook his head. Honey blond hair shuddered with the movement as Kano's gaze returned to the crimson sky, grinning determination. Carefully and quietly, the youth strung together a song. A lonely and melodious whistle that sounded calmly as he walked among the heart of the dead city. His eyes glanced here and there without care, taking in the people within this tragedy. And he whistled in melody, a lonely requiem for all. 

[gayshiki]

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You feel a strange warmth in the center of your chest when Kano smiles, and it almost alarms you. It alarms you. Because this one seemed real. As much as Kano can lie, you hadn’t seen that kind of smile on his face in a long time. The last memory you had of that was… was…

"Shuuya, Kousuke— where did Tsubomi go, has anyone seen Tsubomi? Gosh, I lost her again…" "Aya-nee Aya-nee Aya-nee!" "Oh, there she is, did you find anything red for our collection?" "Shuuya gave me a flower, it’s red, does that count?" And he smiles wide, almost as if he’s proud.

"I think," you say, a little color coming to your cheeks at the memory, "we should walk through the apartments and see if there’s anyone we know."

When you start off walking, your hand brushes his.

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The liar wasn't Seto. He couldn't read thoughts with the blink of an eye. But one thing that he knew all liars had to be good at was the reading of body language; he could see the alarm on her features, even in the most subtle of ways. It was enough to alarm himself, as well, and he turned his head with a careless laugh.

He had no way of knowing what was going through Kido's mind, and that was just as well. Nothing like that was his business, nor was it ever. It was an ability he didn't desire, if the youth was bold enough to wish for an ability at all. It was too much. At times he couldn't breathe.

His deceit was a flood he was constantly fighting. 

Constantly wading.

Drowning.

Kano didn't notice the dust of red that decorated her cheeks--or perhaps he had, but made a show of not questioning it. Too deep in his own thoughts. He can't breathe. But he'll never show it. "Ah! Right, right!~ Leader has such good ideas, so I'm glad!"

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Seems to be heading off to the heart of the dead city with what seems to be an ivory mask resting in his hand. What's he up to, hmm?

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After realizing who it was she had just bumped into, she balled up her fists and puffed her cheeks out in annoyance. Momo could honestly recognize that sly grin and that godawful snicker from miles away! Give him a gentle shove. Yeah, that’s right! No one laughs at you! Except.. maybe everyone.

"Hey, you, shut your mouth, Kano! If I known it was you I bumped into, I wouldn’t be apologizing to you at all!" Ending her little tantrum, she playfully hit him multiple times with a frown that was replaced with a thoughtful smile.

"Oh, wait, that’s right! What are you doing here, anyways? Isn’t it kinda weird we ended up at the same place and met at the same time? What a coincidence, huh?"

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The expression that graced her countanence was enough send him laughing. So that was the impression he gave, then? Alright, alright, he'll play into it. Kano stumbled backward with the shove, catching his balance before he actually fell, and his laughter never failed all the while. How entertaining! A playful start already was perhaps something he needed; something to take his mind off their predicament.

"That's so cruel of Kisaragi-chan!" the words were cheerful and upbeat, teasing even, as his usual smile splayed happily across his lips without a second thought. He took the hits in stride, already used to worse from their great Danchou, making a face, and pretending they hurt.

Kano allowed his weight to carry him backward on his heel, rolling on the rounded surface until his feet fell back into place with a chirp of a huff. "Dunno. Maybe it has to do with that we're stayin' in the same apartment building?" He laughed quietly, poking Momo's forehead teasingly before slipping both hands into the pockets of his hoodie. With a careless shrug, "Guess it's a welcome coincidence, though, yeah?"