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H e l l o ! I’m looking to become more active on this blog, so if you would be interested in interacting with a Hisui Nagare from K - PROJECT, please like/reblog this post. I’m also open to original characters and crossovers. Thanks!
Pre-Transformation (Closed RP)
The porcelain teenager didn’t by any means change in shape. The immortal body she was granted, wasn’t the only thing she had been granted from the Colorless King. There were many powers involved by agreeing to work with him and one of her favorites was during others in dolls and consuming their powers as well. They could be used by her as long as the person was alive, as long as that person remained a doll, and only if it remained whole. They technically weren’t dead, but they weren’t alive either.
The blonde haired living doll considered it to be nothing more a form of cryostasis.
‘Dollstasis.’ She often thought to herself when the doll maker turned someone new into a doll, under the orders of her king. It was usually someone that he felt was in the way or someone that his subordinate could easily get close to. Sometimes he gave out these hits for her to accomplish just to test her loyalty to him and she couldn’t reject him, but questioned what exactly his motives were for this world.
‘He isn’t the most sane and seems to have an obsession with the Silver King.’ Doll thought to herself when she wasn’t around him and looking for something to do. When it came to being in proximity of one another, that was when he wanted her to be around, and not when he was having some kind of psychotic episode.
She didn’t quite understand much about him and most information that she wanted about him, was kept top secret. It was unfortunate, but she accepted the fact that her existence didn’t mean anything to him. There was no doubt he would have found someone else to be a Klansman for him.
Throughout her time of knowing him, he wanted to only accumulate one thing, and that one thing was power. He hungered for it. It was all her King desired and there was no doubt in her mind, that he would never be happy, no matter how much power he was able to get his hands on.
While Victoria didn’t like being addressed by the name she had before, the girl often thought back to her life as human. She used the skills and education obtained from the Colorless King and outside sources, to look into her parents, and what they had been up to.
Part of her wanted to go visit them, but they had already moved on from their daughter’s death. They hadn’t attended the funeral which they had paid for. Her parents didn’t try to have another child, as it was far too late, to start all over again. They did however adopt a female toddler by the name of Kathryn. She had a similar appearance to Victoria.
Many had been shocked by the decision and the appearance of the adopted child. There was backlash against the professionals, but it didn’t take too long for all that to go away. There was a mixture of feelings when reading all about this and part of her wanted to unleash her wrath, but after calming herself down, Victoria decided to separate from her past life. It was no longer there for her and it wasn’t like she could cry anyway.
Dolls lacked a lacrimal sac after all.
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While her powers were incredible and could rival against her King, it was her intellect and cunning, which made her all the more interesting. She wasn’t someone to be belittled, because someone would quickly learn, that becoming part of her collection wasn’t the worst thing in the world.
She learned about the unmentioned Kings on her own time and Doll considered them to be all easy targets to take down and consume. The Kings couldn’t be saved for their power, they would be saved so their swords would remain in place, because technically speaking they hadn’t died.
She could have easily done the same to her King and gained all his powers. Her vessel was the perfect body to consume all the Kings and rule the world with ease. These plans were often on her mind, but she didn’t desire working on it, because becoming the world’s ruler would have been too much work, and way too boring.
Doll often wondered if ridding the world of all the Kings, by putting them into Dollstatis, would have made the realm a better place.
Would someone try to stop her?
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Doll was well aware that the other Kings had methods of watching other individuals with power and also those without power. Politics were strong among the Kings and she wondered which one was watching her most closely. She didn’t seem out of the ordinary when looked at from a distance, but anyone watching the Colorless King would be watching her as well. The Klansman wondered if she would be amused if someone dared to approach her at any time of day.
From what she gathered, only the Green King knew of the Colorless King, and they had some sort of alliance.
Though it didn’t seem like that to her. She often believed that the anonymous Green King was using hers, but since the one she was loyal to wouldn’t listen, there was no reason for her to share her suspicions.
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It was a normal day of the weekend and she hadn’t been contacted by her King, so she decided to take a personal day for herself. There was a smile as she took to a secluded park. Not many people came to visit it and she was happy about that. The girl who preferred her new name was working on a quilt, while sitting on what she assumed was a soft patch of grass.
She recalled what that felt like and as she worked on the newest sewing project, someone with power was approaching her. Doll could feel it, but decided not to look up.
At the moment, there was no need for her to absorb someone’s power, but when they spoke to her, the female had stopped her sewing. Colorless eyes looked upward to a different looking figure from her past.
It seemed he had gotten older over the years, which meant aging was still possible for him, but something wasn’t quite right.
“Hisui Nagare, the strange speaking boy who needed to lighten up. We met at the youth recreation center and there was still so much to teach you about sewing. I wonder if you recall any of my teachings from way back then.” The girl of porcelain said before returning to her quilt.
P e r h a p s h a d h e not previously observed that the park was often empty, even during normal hours, Nagare would not have chosen to meet with Victoria personally. At the very least, he might have used Kotosaka to initially speak with her, an then arrange for secluded meeting late. Inwardly, the King was thankful as that would have been inconvenient, and frankly a waste of his time and resources. Just from the look on her fact, Nagare could see Victoria recognized him.
"Affirmative," he nodded at her recollection of him. The boy who needed to lighten up... It wasn't the first time he'd ever heard that, and Nagare knew he'd have been naive to assume it'd be the last. Throughout his childhood and even into adulthood, he was seen as peculiar, or even robotic. Victoria, however, was the only one who'd ever presented him with an argument against the behavior.
As for making use of her sewing lessons...
A rare ghost of a smile tugged at one corner of his lip, and he shook his head. "Admittedly, I remember very little," he admitted. There wasn't much time to practice after the incident, and most of his memories of the past were foggy anyway. "Furthermore, due to my current condition, I no longer have the necessary mobility to practice it." Not that he regretted his current situation. Being bound this way was the most appropriate solution as far as he was concerned.
Neither Iwa, nor himself had come up with a better way to keep his overwhelming power confined. Iwa once suggested the Gold King might have more efficient means of controlling it, but even from the very beginning, Nagare had been reluctant to accept him as an authority, much less a helping hand in his goals. It bothered him that one King should have control over everything, and therefore, he settled for his own means, and found ways to work around them so, over time, they no longer posed a nuisance.
His skills in sewing were beside the point. Uiltimately, Nagare dismissed the subject all together. "I must admit, after the Kagutsu Incident thirteen years ago, I did not foresee a reunion between us," he mused, the expression dropping from his face as he studied her. There was something... different about her, aside from the aura she'd acquired from her King. This was not the girl who told him to "lighten up" so many years ago. "I am even more surprised we would meet again because of your loyalty to the Colorless King, who is an ally." He wondered if Victoria even knew her King was allied with the Green Clan. Despite her loyalty, and the fact that she appeared to be a successful experiment of the Colorless King, Nagare had gathered no evidence that he'd involved her in any of his schemes.
"I am perplexed..." the King went on, a brief flicker of excitement behind his eyes. "When I noticed the Colorless King make contact with you, I wondered what his intentions were, but I must say I am disappointed by how he's chosen to play his hand thus far." Initially, this wasn't of much concern to the King as he only ever made contact with the Colorless King in the hope of luring Adolf K. Weismann back to the field, but this was a special case. "Considering your power, I wonder why it is your King as kept you on the sidelines. I believe you are meant to play a more important role."
"That is why I am approaching you today -- not as an old friend, but as a potential ally."
Pre-Transformation (Closed RP)
“We lose track of time when we are having fun or enjoying the company of others. It’s important to know the time in which we are in, but it’s always good to get lost every now and again, Nagare.” Victoria said to him before starting to pack up her items, because she didn’t want anything stolen from her. It would have been a shame, but no blame would be placed on the thief, but on herself for being so neglectful.
Victoria kept herself to a higher standard when it came to responsibility.
The blonde haired girl noticed that Nagare had risen and she recalled that he had come with friends of his own. This must have meant that they would be parting ways for the rest of the day. That wasn’t an issue to her, as long as he had learned something from their time together.
What he said put a smile on her face.
“It was a pleasure to give you a small lesson.” Victoria responded and soon after, he walked away from her to join the growing circle, which were their peers. They had a fun activity planned and she looked forward to this one and the many ones after it.
Unfortunately, on the fourteenth day, Victoria didn’t come back to the youth center. Her disappearance was a mystery to many of the supervisors who couldn’t even get in touch with her parents.
It was without warning and many were worried.
This included the peers who had gotten to know the happy-go-lucky blonde haired girl.
But, eventually they forgot all about her.
It seemed on the morning of the fourteenth day, Victoria had a fall and injured herself, but it wasn’t because of a misstep. Her parents rushed her to the hospital where she was diagnosed after a few hours with an aggressive form of cancer.
Terminal cancer.
There was talk of experimental treatments which could be used to prolong the girl’s life, while searching for a way to cure her. Victoria’s parents didn’t want her to die, so they forced her girl to go through experimental treatments, which did keep her alive, but her quality of life had quickly drained away.
She could no longer sew.
She could no longer skate.
She could no longer read.
Even remembering was difficult for her.
When nurses came to visit her to change or wash her, Victoria never really said anything, or questioned what was being done to her. She accepted her illness, loss of hair, the pain she endured, and the humiliation she had to face.
She was well aware that she was going to die and after two years of fighting from her parents, they had given up, and returned to Delaware. They wanted Victoria to live out the rest of her days in peace. The treatments were halted, a cure was given up on, and pain medications kept her as comfortable as possible.
One day a nurse had come in and she said, “I once knew a boy named Nagare and for two weeks I taught him as much as could about sewing. Do you think he retained any of that knowledge?”
The nurse didn’t respond and just did their job.
‘He should be eleven now, I think.’ She thought to herself before the ground started to rumble aggressively. There was screaming outside of the room and the nurse that had been cleaning around the room had fallen and hit their head.
Victoria didn’t say anything and she focused to the outside world.
‘I wonder what that was.’ She whispered to herself before closing her eyes and for the next three weeks it was the talk of the staff, but her condition was getting worse. Victoria was getting paler, sicker, and needed to be placed on life support. She didn’t want it, but the ten year old didn’t have the right to reject it, and thus would be kept alive until it was no longer possible.
Interestingly enough on what was predicted to be her last week, a man had come to visit her. A man who was willing to stop her pain, as well as take her away from the hospital room. Victoria didn’t fully believe him, but he would give her a few days to think it over.
He promised her immortality and a better life. He departed without telling her his name or reason behind the generous gift, or even how he would do that. The man was pale skinned and eyed, but he had black hair. It seemed that no one had seen him enter or exit.
It was as if, there was no man to begin with.
A specter or hallucination.
And yet, the stranger returned when she was an hour from death, and without a second thought she accepted his offer. Victoria didn’t know what was going to happen, but all of sudden her life force was removed from the fragile body, and forced into a hospital dummy.
Fortunately it didn’t stay a hospital dummy forever. It took to the form of the girl, but also in the form of teenage sized and human like porcelain doll. She had no organs, she had no blood, but she looked like everyone else on the outside. Victoria owed the man everything, but she knew well enough that going back to her old life, wasn’t an option anymore.
The girl was indebted to the man and so she served him, after getting the name of his, and a title for herself.
He was the Colorless King and she was his Klansman.
W h e n V i c t o r i a s t o p p e d showing up to school, she left everyone -- the teachers included, but primarily students -- wondering. She was the topic among most of the cliques, and while the adults all seemed to have some sense of what was going on, they refused to say anything. Nagare was curious about it, though he knew it wasn't his business, and since he hadn't thought of establishing a way to keep in contact with her outside of their youth group, he supposed he could only blame himself for being kept in the dark about it. Days, then weeks, continued to pass with no news. Everyone slowly stopped mentioning her, but she still crossed his mind every now and then. He continued wondering what became of her every time he came to the Youth Center, although his visits there became less and less frequent. He already had to be ordered around all day at school, he didn't particularly like the idea of being bossed around outside of that.
The Incident happened not long after their meeting. It was an ordinary day, plain even. Nagare left the house that afternoon to see a friend, as he usually did when there was no school. He and his parents exchanged routine pleasantries before he left, and he'd made the usual promise to be back by dinner time. Little did he know that day -- July 11th, 1999 -- would mark the first and only time he'd break his promise.
Nagare entered the home, following his friends' voices up the stairs where they were gathered around the television, controllers in each hand, but he wasn't focused on that. He looked past them to the window, his eyebrows knitting together. In the sky, far away, an anomaly began to form. At first, it could have been mistaken for a speck of dirt on the window, or maybe a bug flew into it, but as it grew it took the shape of a large sword. "I wonder what that is..." he muttered. All his friends looked at him, then out the window. His friend's parents were downstairs talking about it, and on their television in the living room, there was a warning message being played. "Let's go see!"
From the rooftop, the sword could be observed clearly; just the image of it filled Nagare's heart with a pressure he could neither fathom, nor describe. It caused his stomach to churn as he stepped out to the edge, wanting to be closer to it. A few feet away, another one that differed in shape, began forming too, but it was different from the first. Nagare noticed that while the second sword was glimmering, and mighty-looking, the original one looked ragged. It appeared to be... crumbling?
"It will fall..." he said under his breath, earning stares from his friends, and the adults surrounding them. He wasn't even sure why he said it. The first sword began to shake, pieces flaking off creating loud booming sounds in the distance. Then, just after those words fell from his mouth, it descended from the sky. Either it somehow made no sound, or the initial sound deafened him temporarily. The world around him became encompassed in a bright light, and everyone on the rooftop was hurled feet -- even yards -- away in a horrific blast that didn't even seem possible given the distance of the swords in comparison to the apartments. Nagare, in the midst of flying through the air, saw all his friends suffer gruesome injuries -- one with a twisted neck that was killed on impact, another who'd been impaled by a piece of the fence nearby. There was a mother, cradling her newborn child in order to shield it.
He blacked out only until he hit the ground again. At that point, he couldn't move enough to see anything around him. He was on his stomach, his head smashed into the ground, a tremendous pressure on his chest. Nagare's eyes rolled back, hearing agonized screams in the distance. The sound got further and further; everything got further and further as he began slipping. He was on the edge of consciousness when the pressure on his chest was suddenly lifted, and his entire body surged with what felt like an electric shock. On that day, Hisui Nagare, on the verge of dying, was born the Green King.
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Fourteen years went by since the Kagutsu Incident in '99. Nagare had gone into hiding along with the Grey King, Ootori Seigo -- or, more preferably, Iwa-san. From his hiding place deep within an abandoned facility underground, Nagare's JUNGLE expanded through an online game. Players could gain levels by accomplishing missions assigned by him or one of the other few administrators, and they could receive power at certain levels. Nagare decided, long ago, when he first gained power as a King that no one should ever be helpless to protect themselves. It was his dream to serve that purpose, and create a world in which each person was equal. The Dresden Slate, which he spent some time researching after the incident, was a tool meant to serve that purpose, but with the Gold King guarding it, the evolution of mankind was being stalled. The Silver King, whose ideals seemed to align closely with Nagare's own, had been in hiding for quite some time, but with some elaborate planning he was confident he would be able to lure him out and ideally make an ally of him.
In his efforts, Nagare met the Colorless King, who wasn't so much an ally as he was a pawn, but he did provide something of interest. In the Colorless King's private ventures he'd made contact with someone who peaked Nagare's interest.
"Eh? Who's that?" Iwa came from behind him. Nagare had several screens set up around him, each displaying different views of the city while one showed a young woman who the Colorless King had been dealing with. He wasn't interested until he looked into her file and saw the name. "Someone I knew once. It is interesting that the Colorless King would make contact with her..." Nagare would have thought she'd been killed in the same incident that technically killed him. Maybe when she disappeared, she'd actually moved away, though that raised questions about when and why she'd returned.
Iwa took a sip of his beer, raising an eyebrow. "So what, you plan to go visit or something?"
"There is trust established between us," Nagare explained. Although their friendship was brief, he didn't believe their absence from one another would put them on bad terms. He'd forgotten most of what she taught him aside from the basics; he was sure he could still make a few stitches if he needed, or desired, but the opportunity never presented itself. He wasn't sure why that crossed his mind, or why he was idly trying to recall her lessons. Looking up at Iwa, his expression seemed hollow despite the situation, "Provided there is recognition on her part, I believe she will make a useful informant, that being the case."
When Nagare decided to make contact with Victoria, he decided to do so without Kotosaka being his medium. While Kotosaka served as useful in his dealings with those unfamiliar to him -- giving him a way to reach them without ever having to leave the base -- some situations didn't call for it. This was the second case in which he opted to pay someone a personal visit, the first being the time he recruited Yukari. Things were quite different between them. Time and their individual circumstances made it so it was almost like they were meeting for the first time. Nagare's features never changed all that much; he still wore dark, unkempt hair, contrasting near-white skin and numb eyes. His body was shielded and restrained by a straightjacket of sorts, meant to keep his power from going out of control, and therefore he required the use of a chair to get around but he tailored it to fit his needs and had actually become quite comfortable with it. Perhaps the biggest change in him, however, was one that couldn't be seen -- the complete absence of his heart.
Then there was Victoria, whom he would never have recognized had it not been for his ability to retrieve files that were supposedly well-protected. "It is odd that we would find ourselves reunited, especially through such an unlikely circumstance," he said upon his initial approach. "Do you remember who I am?"
Pre-Transformation (Closed RP)
Victoria and Nagare were no doubt on two different spectrum, when it came to thought process. Victoria was more flighty and creative, while her companion was on the more logical side, but that wasn’t an issue to her. She was more than well aware of the type of person she was and sometimes, Victoria just needed someone to keep her grounded.
Maybe Nagare could be that person.
‘I suppose that depends on if anything comes of this.’ Victoria thought to herself as she wondered about the future ahead of her. Sometimes the uncertainty of it crossed her mind, but the young girl believed herself to be able to tackle anything, but soon this thought or belief would be replaced with despair.
Let her have the happiness now, because soon it will be replaced, with nothing but misery.
He continued to speak to her and she just sat and listened to him. There was some things that made sense and other statements that she didn’t entirely agree with, but to each their own as they say. There was nothing really she needed to say or felt the need to say. The future doll maker was focused on more important things now, or what she considered to be more important.
Victoria simply nodded and hummed.
When he asked about her parents, Victoria didn’t stop what she was doing, but a response was given to him.
“I suppose you can consider my parents on the wealthy side. My mother is a Nurse Practitioner and my father is a Neurologist. My parents are both working to create connections between here and home. The method of treatment and hospitalization here could be useful there and vis versa.” Victoria revealed.
The conversation continued to be more about her life as methods of sewing continued to be taught, until the supervisors of the youth camp decided to call all the children over. It was time for the planning meeting and lunch.
“Let’s see if we can give them some good ideas.” Victoria said before she started to pack up.
U ltimately, Nagare and Victoria dropped their previous subject. Agreeing to disagree was a simpler route, and it wasn't a truly important argument anyway. Instead, Nagare found himself focused on the explanation about her parents. She seemed to come from a rather prestigious family, and a skilled one at that. The medical field was unforgiving, and to travel this far for it meant they had to be successful. Suddenly a lot of things about her were making sense. He was intrigued. He would have liked to hear more about it, but at that time, their supervisors called for a gathering. Nagare set their practice sheet of fabric down. The more stitches he made, the neater they became, although they still weren't much compared to Victoria who'd been doing it for some time.
He looked up at the clock with furrowed eyebrows, "I don't usually lose track of time so easily..." he mused, standing up. His friends explained that each day their supervisors planned out one activity that all the children would do together after lunch time. It was their way of unifying the group, although he heard most tended to return to their cliques soon after it was over, until it was time to go home. Nagare was at a loss when it came to ideas, simply following behind watching everyone else gather around. They were all talking at once, making it hard to form a game plan.
He finally stood from the table, handing her cloth back so she could pack up the rest of her stuff, "I appreciate you showing me to sew," he said, a small smile before he began wandering off toward everyone else.
“ Do you think other people’s judgments motivate us or hold us back? ”
QUESTION STARTERS. || @homra-no-artemis
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"In a situation like the one you speak of, it is easy for one to blame those placing judgement on them for their short-comings. At the same time, it is also easy for one who succeeds to credit others for judging them. I’ve always wondered why that is.”
"I believe we are all individually responsible for whether or not we succeed or fail. My motivation has never been dependent on the opinions of another."
I’ll have some time tonight to work on replies, so stay tuned! Thanks for your patience, everyone.
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“ Do you think we’re all capable of murder when it comes down to it? ”
QUESTION STARTERS. || @homra-no-artemis
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“That’s a peculiar question,” Nagare thought aloud, although after that he took a brief pause to actually consider it. Perplexed as he was, he didn’t have a reason to avoid answering Takehiko, and frankly, it wasn’t a touchy topic for him anyway.
“If certain circumstances are met, I believe anyone can be capable of anything,” he decided. “I suppose that logic could apply to murder as well. Typically, avoiding conflict with law enforcement, or even ones own moral standing, are enough to stifle the potential in most people. However, I would say the possibility cannot be eliminated entirely in either case.”
“There are those that don’t consider it morally wrong, or are particularly skilled in avoiding law enforcement, and thus have confidence they will suffer no repercussions. We can also consider the case of someone losing control of themselves under pressure. I’m sure there are other circumstances worth noting.
— What do you think?”
Pre-Transformation (Closed RP)
“That would be too easy, don’t you think?” Victoria asked before chuckling softly and then added, “But also too boring. I’ve never been the straight forward kind of person. More of the beat around the bush and think outside the box sort of lass.”
Victoria knew that if she annoyed him, the girl wouldn’t have cared so much. It was possible she could have ended up apologizing, but nothing was set in stone these days.
Not like Nagare was entitled to an apologetic lie.
The previous conversation was let go and tossed into the inevitable void, where it belonged as far as she was concerned. There was much more important things to discuss, assuming a talk would continue. Her amber eyes looked to the miniature mannequins and smiled to them.
They would always be beautiful in her eyes.
Victoria enjoyed the way he looked at her as she worked on the basics. There was a faint smile on his face and that appealed to her. His smile was charming and could be alluring to many. There was no doubt in her mind that Nagare would have a wonderful future, as long as he became more open with others.
It was his turn and she listened to his words.
She even heard the mumbling.
The conversation soon became about her and he could have been right about. First things first was the fact that she was an outsider to the country. Dirty blonde hair and amber eyes weren’t exactly the norm in the surrounding area.
“You’re right. My country of birth is Denmark.”
"Too easy? Not at all." Nagare's head tilted, his eyebrows knit together. Her implication seemed absurd to him, as it seemed only logical in his mind to opt for the easier, more efficient path in any situation. Furthermore, he'd come to find that directness also had its own complications, such as someone becoming uncomfortable or offended. One might also find themselves vulnerable to deception by being direct as it tended to come across as the more naive solution. Victoria went on to imply that beating around the bush was somehow equal to thinking outside the box, which only perplexed him further, causing him to pause his work and lower his hands so he could focus on the topic solely.
After giving it some thought, he shook his head. "Finding the most appropriate means to an end isn’t easy," he decided. "In a case like ours, being indirect had the potential of resulting in a stagnant conversation, leaving both parties to continue doing nothing. If you look at it that way, then your method is actually the easy one as it stifles any potential for confrontation. Don't you think?"
"Being direct opens the door for many possibilities, so I would say it's the more interesting one," he continued to reason, although he was still smiling a little. It wasn't often he got into such discussions with others. Most kids his age didn't really care for them, and adults thought it was strange for a kid to speak to them as though they were peers. "Also, I think it's possible to think outside the box while still being direct. We all have our own way of doing things, like I said earlier."
After that, Nagare went back to what he was doing, the conversation ultimately drifting to a lighter one -- her place of origin. It was clear early on she wasn't from there, so he wasn't surprised when she named Denmark as her place of birth. "That's interesting," he thought aloud. "Do your parents have business out here, then?"
MORE QUESTION SENTENCE STARTERS.
❛ Why are we doing this again? ❜ ❛ Is this a bootycall? ❜ ❛ Did you really just ask me that? ❜ ❛ You don’t think I’m going, do you? ❜ ❛ What happened between you and _____? ❜ ❛ So, are you two dating? ❜ ❛ You think you control my life now? ❜ ❛ What did you do? ❜ ❛ How far along are you now? ❜ ❛ Was this your plan all along? ❜ ❛ Why didn’t you just tell me? ❜ ❛ Are you sure you’re not keeping any secrets? ❜ ❛ Are you sure you’re telling me everything? ❜ ❛ Why would you even begin to think that? ❜ ❛ Did someone tell you that? ❜ ❛ What’s the time again? ❜ ❛ Are you ever going to come back? ❜ ❛ Wait, what? Where did you hear that at? ❜ ❛ Are you here to lie to me again? ❜ ❛ Did you really think that? After all this time? ❜ ❛ Why are you leaving me? ❜ ❛ Why should I believe you? ❜ ❛ Why don’t you understand? ❜ ❛ Do you really think I’m going to trust you that easily? ❜ ❛ You mean, you weren’t joking about that? ❜ ❛ Is that really how you feel? ❜ ❛ Do you remember anything, at all? ❜ ❛ How could you go behind my back and do that? ❜ ❛ You didn’t tell me about this? ❜ ❛ So, is there any exciting news to hear? ❜ ❛ You think I’m inclined to believe that? ❜ ❛ How long do you think I will wait for that happen? ❜ ❛ Why aren’t you laughing, was it not funny? ❜ ❛ Why are you staring at me like that? ❜ ❛ Are you okay? What the hell happened? ❜ ❛ Did you go somewhere else without me again? ❜ ❛ Is it you or is it me? ❜ ❛ You think I owe you an apology? For what? ❜ ❛ What did I ever do so wrong to you for you to hate me? ❜ ❛ Why do you hate me so much? ❜ ❛ What did I ever do to you? ❜ ❛ Okay, where is all this coming from exactly? ❜ ❛ Are you trying to break up with me right now? ❜ ❛ Is this part where we kiss? ❜ ❛ Are you trying to kiss me right now? ❜ ❛ Are you going to let me by or not? ❜ ❛ So, are you in or are you out? ❜ ❛ Are we going to stand out here all night? ❜ ❛ You didn’t even bother to tell me about this? ❜ ❛ What else are you lying about? ❜ ❛ Are you hiding something for me? ❜ ❛ Did you even notice that I was gone? ❜ ❛ What are you doing here? ❜ ❛ You know you aren’t allowed in here, right? ❜ ❛ Did you kill someone? ❜ ❛ Are you sure you’re not hiding anything? ❜ ❛ What, you think this is some kind of game? ❜ ❛ What are you having doubts about? ❜ ❛ You don’t think we’re wasting time? ❜ ❛ Is that a threat or a promise? ❜ ❛ Oh, so you don’t kiss and tell anymore? ❜ ❛ What more do you want me to do? ❜ ❛ What am I going to do without you? ❜ ❛ How long have you known about this? ❜ ❛ You’re not starting to like me are you? ❜ ❛ Is this your way of saying sorry? ❜ ❛ Who would buy that? ❜ ❛ You know, I don’t want to see you, right? ❜ ❛ Have you been drinking? Are you drunk? ❜ ❛ How much have you had to drink tonight? ❜ ❛ How’s that hangover from last night? ❜ ❛ Long night, huh? ❜ ❛ So, did I miss anything interesting? ❜ ❛ What are you watching over there? ❜ ❛ Who are you texting? ❜ ❛ Who’s got you smiling? ❜ ❛ You didn’t hear that? ❜ ❛ Is this a date or? ❜ ❛ Are you going to ignore me forever? ❜ ❛ How long before your silent treatment breaks? ❜ ❛ What can I do to make up for it? ❜ ❛ Will you please just talk to him/her for me? ❜ ❛ Are you here to apologize? ❜ ❛ Do you ever stop talking? ❜ ❛ Is that really still a thing these days? ❜ ❛ Are you laughing at me or with me? ❜ ❛ What was it like before she/he was here? ❜ ❛ Do you remember me at all? ❜ ❛ Are you in trouble? ❜ ❛ You’re not in any kind of trouble, are you? ❜ ❛ There was something you needed to tell me? ❜ ❛ Are you insulting me right now? ❜ ❛ Is that supposed to be some kind of an insult? ❜ ❛ You do realize you’re wrong, right? ❜ ❛ What’s so wrong with that? ❜ ❛ Is that such a bad thing? ❜ ❛ You’re not going to be sick again, are you? ❜ ❛ You really the police? Why would you do that? ❜ ❛ You really don’t trust me anymore? ❜ ❛ Aren’t we friends? ❛ Why do you always lie to me? ❜ ❛ Why is it so hard to face the truth? ❜ ❛ Why is it so hard for you to tell the truth? ❜ ❛ Where do you think youre going? ❜ ❛ So that’s it then? You’re just going to walk out? ❜ ❛ Don’t you believe me? ❜ ❛ Do you love me? Do you even like me? ❜ ❛ What’s stopping us from being together other than you? ❜ ❛ How come it took you so long to answer? ❜ ❛ Why are you ignoring me? ❜ ❛ I thought we were friends, how could you do this? ❜ ❛ Are you really wearing that? ❜ ❛ You really think that will help? ❜ ❛ Do you ever think about us? ❜ ❛ Why are you standing on my porch in the middle of the night? ❜ ❛ Are you crazy? Have you lost your mind? ❜ ❛ What did I say? ❜ ❛ Why are you having such a hard time believing me? ❜ ❛ What’s your excuse? ❜ ❛ Did you think I wouldn’t find out? ❜ ❛ How did you find this out? Who told you? ❜ ❛ Are we really going to this stupid party? ❜ ❛ Why are you always so sad? ❜ ❛ Why do you care so little about everything? ❜ ❛ What was it like? ❜ ❛ Are you setting me up? ❜ ❛ As long as you aren’t setting me up for failure, okay? ❜ ❛ Do you believe in love? Do you believe in us? ❜
Deep Ass Sentence Starters
“When you think about people who have died, do you picture them anywhere?” “Sometimes it freaks me out that everyone around me has a life as complex and real as my own.” “Do you sometimes suddenly hear your own heartbeat and feel sick because… What if it suddenly stops or something?” “I sometimes just want something really bad to happen to me. Something that’s just really awful. I don’t know why… Do you get that too?” “I can’t stand the thought that I don’t know what’s going to happen to the world in hundreds of years.” “Does thinking about Primary School make you sad, or happy?” “Most pets we keep only become a fraction of our age. Do you think that if they’d know this, they’d call us gods?” “What are you more afraid of, space or the ocean?” “There’s no way anyone can tick everything off their bucket list. We all want too much. It’s frustrating.” “Do you think we’re in control of our lives, generally? Or do you think we just think we are?” “If you knew you were going to die next week, would you tell people or live the way you were till the end?” “I think most people remember the exact moment they realised they were grown up. Because of something said to them, or something they saw… Do you remember that moment?” “One of us is going to die first. Do you think we’ll still know each other to find out who?” “Do you think we’re all capable of murder when it comes down to it?” “I’m so afraid of the moment you know you’re going to die.” “Are there things people have said to you that have legitimately changed you?” “Why do people fear losing things that they don’t even have yet?” “How do I know you even have a consciousness? I can’t know.” “What do you think our purpose is?” “What if everything is just a coincidence? For instance: What if gravity doesn’t exist? Everything has just always coincidentally fallen to the ground.” “If nothing else, we at least won the sperm race.” “If you could send a message to the entire world, what would you say in 30 seconds?” “Do you think other people’s judgments motivate us or hold us back?” “If karma was coming back to you, would it help or hurt you?” “Right, we’ve probably had enough alcohol for the rest of the night. We’re getting way too philosophical.”
Pre-Transformation (Closed RP)
“I suppose it can be or doesn’t have to be, depending on you of course. I was just wondering more about your past is all.” Victoria responded before laughing softly. She found the companion to be quite fun and she didn’t want him to leave her side. Already she was attached to him in a platonic manner.
‘I wonder what he is thinking to say next. Perhaps something logical.’ Victoria said to herself, within the privacy of her mind. If Nagare were a mind reader that would be quite troublesome, but it didn’t seem that he was.
Or, he was just good at hiding that fact.
Victoria thought about what he had to say and she thought long about it. His words had fascinated her and the girl smiled to herself. Her focus was on the last line of dialogue.
“I have no choice, but to agree with you Nagare.” Victoria informed him, before giving him a pat on the back, and then went back to what she was doing. Those words of his would be with her, for the rest of her life.
She didn’t want to forget them.
After giving him a display of her trained skill, amber eyes watched the boy as he made attempts to do what she had done. He was slow and the end result was sloppy, but it wasn’t the worst first attempt she had ever seen.
“It wasn’t a terrible first time. You did well.” The girl informed him before thinking about his response.
“We can continue working on this until lunch, unless the supervisors have something planned before that, if you want .”
"If you were wondering about my past, it would have been more efficient to ask me directly," Nagare pointed out. It could have been taken rather harshly when spoken by most, but there was no expression on his face to indicate he was irritated with her, nor thinking less of her. It was just an observation he made given the current circumstance. He always found it was easier to ask people upfront when he was curious about something, sometimes even at the expense of other peoples' comfort. In the case of his past, however, that wasn't a concern.
Victoria agreed to his point, and the two ultimately moved on from the topic, though it remained on Nagare's mind throughout his lesson. He wondered if he presented himself in a way that would imply he had a rocky past -- or at least one worth making note of. Letting it rest on the back-burner, he focused on their little patch of fabric again as Victoria offered to continue the lesson into lunch, an offer which was met with a compliant nod.
"I agree," he said, glancing at her with a small smile, then moving to another part of the fabric to try again. The careful movement of Victoria's hand was more difficult to mimic than it initially seemed, leading him to reason that it was a matter of muscle memory. If he could practice more often, he was still confident he could be good at it.
"My upbringing is a dull topic..." he said under his breath, his eyes still trained on his practice, although his thought was directed at Victoria. "I would say that my past was quite ordinary in comparison to others. My parents are very proper and they taught me to be so, too. That’s all."
He paused, then turned his head toward her. "I think, of the two of us, you are the one with the more curious past," he decided. "You are not from here,” -- it was just a hunch given her name. “Is that correct?”
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Pre-Transformation (Closed RP)
The girl wasn’t one with the uptight crowd and preferred people to be more relaxed in all a walks of life. Considering the way that Nagare spoke, he wasn’t raised in such a manner, which meant she could attempt to alter him in some fashion.
‘Hmm.’ She sounded to herself, before he spoke up.
“Is it how you speak or is how you were taught to speak?” Victoria asked him, because no one was born speaking after all. They were born crying first. It was one of those, “which came first the chicken or the egg” questions. The dirty blonde found them to be amusing most days.
“I suppose I don’t find it bothersome, but it just isn’t the way I imagine people to speak. Understand.” She said to her acquaintance with an even tone and fixed eye focus on her work. Victoria would always get this way when it came to the art of sewing.
“I’m glad you do.” The amber eyed girl said as she prepared to teach Nagare how to sew. They would start slow of course, since he was new to everything, though she would be shocked by the first request. Before he asked, she had noticed his beautiful smile, and could feel herself attracted to this beauty.
‘He would make a good porcelain doll.’ She thought to herself before positioning herself in the role of the teacher that she was capable of being. Nagare had chosen black thread to stitch unto the green fabric.
It was a good choice.
“Black it is.” Victoria said before obtaining the spool of black thread and placed the thread through the hole of the needle. Amber eyes focused on him as she created the stitch into the green fabric, as if it were second nature.
“Easy?” She asked him.
"Is it relevant?" Nagare wondered, his head tilted. Until he met Victoria, no one ever questioned the way he spoke, or why. Other kids made comments in passing here and there, but it was usually dropped immediately. It wasn't his intention to make her -- or anyone, for that matter -- uncomfortable, it was just how he'd been brought up.
His parents were quite relaxed other than their manner of speech, and attention to manners. He hadn't been raised in a strict, nor hostile household, just a different one and even with Victoria seemingly so fixated on it, he was never bothered by the peculiar nature of his parents or their family. Why should he be?
"We all adopt the habits of our parents subconsciously, so if you consider that, then all of us should vary in the way we speak and address others. You and I are different, but you and Shouji are different also," he pointed out. "I think it would be dull if we were all the same."
With that, his gaze came back to the patch of fabric she was working on, eyes intently focused as he studied every move she made. Easy?
"Reasonably," he nodded, although he was sure the steadiness of her hand and the speed at which she worked was something that developed with a lot of practice and time. He predicted his own attempt would differ drastically, but he wasn't worried about it. He still didn't hesitate when making his own first stitches, proving his prediction correct. “Hm...” He scrutinized his work briefly, then shrugged. They were sloppier than Victoria's, but they were something. Nagare wouldn't call it a failed attempt by any means.
"I think with time, I could do them better," he nodded, holding up the piece of fabric so she could assess it. "Perhaps we can continue to work on it."