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@antichristxs
Noooooo. Not until you come spend the night with me. I’m sad and lonely most of the time when I find myself with no company.
« You know, it's definitely not professional for someone like me to actually present myself with a suit and a missing cr-- »
« I should do w h a t. »
« Enoshima. May I have my cravat back, please. »
Separated at birth :: Antichristxs [[CLOSED]]
{The more Izuru spoke, the more Hinata felt that falling sensation in the pit of his stomach, his heart squeezing pleasantly in his chest. It was like falling in love, yet in a completely platonic way. Izuru was beautiful of course, and Hinata only felt average. However he couldn’t explain how he felt so close to him, like they belonged together and needed to know more. He was thankful for these feelings, erasing any semblance of awkwardness that lay in the wake of their initial greetings.}
—- It’s okay, it’s okay… You know, we could sit here completely silent and I think I would still be satisfied… I know it’s our first time meeting, but I feel like I miss you. I’m so glad I didn’t chicken out!
{A light laugh followed his words, expression that much more of a relaxed one than it had been when he first laid eyes on Izuru. Somehow his apology had really relaxed him, brought the humanity back to this divine being. Even the way he spoke was strange, but it all seemed quite warmhearted. The way he called Hinata 'Brother' or the way he bowed his head, eyelashes fluttering over perfectly red iris’…}
{That immense swelling in his chest started up all over again, face softening as he leaned just a bit closer, inspecting the soft, silken strands of long black hair that really did look almost crown-like. There was just a small pang of jealous at how Izuru could be so wonderfully extraordinary while he was so… Not. But it was nothing to be concerned about surely. After all, by just a passing glimpse of expression in those full eyes, Hinata could tell that perhaps he felt the same way. Which really only made a quiet chuckle bubble up from his lips, at just how silly it was for them both to envy one another.}
—- I’m sorry if I made you wait by the way. If you’d like, I can go order for us both. Do you have a specific preference in drink or food? I hope it’s all… Y’know, up to your standards and all…
It was a vicious, noxious circle the one trapping the two separated brothers --fate being definitely cruel with them as they seem to be destined to secretly envy each other's lives, each other's privileges and freedoms. But after all, what else could he do --trapped since he could remember, within metal bars covered with gold, unable to really spread his wings and fly like the one in front of him could. He could be sure that the twin never had to witness the same amount of pressure and expectations he still has to face every single day --like a crown made of thorns pressing their sharp edges against the delicate skin whenever he dared moving away, scrapes and scars being the visible results of attempted rebellion.
But it was no time to envy --no, it was time to rejoice, he told himself, pale fingers for a moment nervously caressing the visible knuckles. It was time to be a little more relieved, for his other half was there, ready to become his only ally within that world of beasts and bloodthirsty vultures waiting for him to fail and fall.
« I can say I know the feel, brother. We were one, after all. Missing each other is only the most natural feeling we can. . . hold within our hearts. »
Those words rolled away from his pale lips like velvet --like phantom hands wanting to reach the other's visage and caress it, analyze the visage in front of him, looking for those little, big things classifying them as twins. The curve of his eyes, the shape of his jaw, the delicate warmth coming from reddening cheeks --Izuru wanted to feel it, wanted to grasp it and make it his own, greedy like a fallen being with rotten wings could only be.
Because that was what he was --Kamukura legacy, heirloom of fallen vices and cyborglike beauty, a walking sin everybody but himself seemed to desire and wanting to devour entirely.
« That would be nice, thank you --I'd just like a latte, thanks. Feel free to order whatever you want as far as food is concerned --I am not picky. And I will pay. »
He watched Kamukura. He was sympathetic, expectant, even, of the initial words. In Komaeda’s view of the world, disgust towards himself was expected, normal - demanded, even, by those so much better than himself. His eyes trailed to his own gloved hand. So many feelings. Excitement, regret, unhappiness, hatred, things he couldn’t name, all rushing through him. His breath hitched for a moment, his body attempting to process the sudden onslaught.
"They already took her away from me," he started to laugh, shaking slightly. He lifted the gloved hand, his trembling hand moving over to unlatch the glove, held there by a watch. When the watch fell to the ground, he pulled the glove off and let the stump show. It looked angry, infected, but on the recovering end.
"They wanted to save me from the rot and infection, so they took it away," he laughed. "I think it’s punishment for what I’ve done. If they’re intent on taking her away, then I can’t kill her, I can’t… I can’t ask for a replacement. I’ll have to make do like this."
"Why should he take his time to make someone like me a hand?" He laughed once again, staring at his companion incredulously. "That’s quite a joke."
It was hurtful --hurtful to see how something as subtle and devious was literally devouring his brain, distorting his vision to the point that he was so easy to manipulate and he himself was good at manipulating people. Unpredictable, fickle --cancer and dementia being an explosive combination within the fragile bones and sickly-looking skin of the former luckster.
How unfair, he found himself thinking, a pale hand moving towards the now freed wrist of the luckster --gelid thumbs hovering the sewn skin and flesh, feeling the wrinkles of dehydrated pores and stitches. Usually menacing --this time there was none of the aggressiveness and rage staining the touch of the Academy's Hope. Pity, perhaps? Who knows.
He knew the war against the Cult of Despair was over --and that the one in front of him was no enemy anymore.
« Because you are a companion, I suppose. »
The reply left his lips quite easily, shoulders shrugging as the pale fingers left the other's wrist, moving to play and put aside a lock of his own black hair.
« Komaeda. May I ask you something? »
aight so i decided to actually do this after six month s oops,,, i probably missed a lot of people though whoops? this is p much my best friends, senpais and a bunch of cuties i like seeing on my dash put into one big pile bc i'm l azy idk
♥ here come the cuties !
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[;; I’m going to keep this short and sweet, to save your dashes. This is the most welcome I’ve been in the DR RP community and I’m slowly coming out of my shell. I want to thank you all and I wish I could list everyone! You’re all lovely, and if you’re not on this, I still love you.]
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So... Shall we begin?
"I see… I’m a little surprised whenever I hear about others having to deal with alternates and the like as well. I’ve also met an alternate of Enoshima months ago—though I do not know if she is a reanimated Junko or one who had more success than others."
A pause before he continues.
"And, yes, I come from somewhere else entirely—a mirror world, without this Despair Incident. The Ishimaru that I know is one from another universe as well. I do not mind answering questions or anything, though I cannot say that I will contribute anything worth while."
Her name is pronounced so carelessly by the blonde --and the Hope of the Academy can't help but seethe.
« She was surely trying to lure you to join her ridiculous cult. I wouldn't be surprised. »
« Dimensions in which the Tragedy never happened are quite common, to be quite frank --I know versions of my past selves who never arrived to do what they've done in order to grant my birth, or people I knew because of their affiliation with Enoshima's Cult living a serene life. I envy them, somehow.
Nevertheless, those questions you will be invited to answer will be concerning the conditions of your universe and your association. Affiliations and bonds are important --it's undeniable, and it would be only a stupid move not to take advantage of the situation and try to form an allegiance. »
❝ K—Komaeda ? Is that his real name ? Hey— How do you even know Servant ?! I’ve never seen you before, onii-san ! ❞
Despite her surprise, the girl makes her way behind where the male had seated himself, ‘materializing’ her matching pink brush in either hand— Using her opposing hand to begin gathering ivory strands; before letting them fall against his back behind him. It would be easier to work with all of his hair in one place, after all. Taking a small bunch of ebony hair into one hand, the pinkette begins to brush through the strands of the male’s tangled mane— Having to use a bit of force so she could comb the first bit of knots out.
« I used to. Before the war started --we used to attend the same school. Then I. . . lost contact with him. I would really know where I could find him. »
The lie was knowingly constructed, the silver tongue of the hope of the academy letting the few, simple syllables out before starting to feel the tugging and combing, various and deep scars staining his temples and neckline --remains of recent and older surgeries, the timeline chanting the history of the 'hope'-- appearing beneath the dark, silky locks. The child behind him didn't need to know his whereabouts --or the ones of the despair cultist he was looking for in order to hunt down--, allowing her to play with his hair.
❝ Yaaaay~ !!! I’ll be sure to be extra careful, onii-san, but all you really need to do is sit down, alright ? You’re too tall for me to do it standing up, but you don’t have to be sitting on the ground, either ! Siiigh — Too bad Servant’s hair isn’t long enough for me to do his hair, but his face sure is fun to draw on. ❞
Huffing noises left the lips of the hope of the academy, his thin frame moving towards whatever surface was fitting for him to sit --so the little girl could be able to reach the full length of his mane.
The mention of that insane member of the Enoshima cult, though, was enough to make the blood of the long haired executioner boil with the flame of revenge --he still needed to find him, he still needed to hunt him down like a lion chases the prey until it only can s u c c u m b under his claws.
« Servant --oh. You mean K o m a e d a. I still have to. . . meet him. »
❝ Oooohhh— Say, would you mind if I put your hair up, onii-san ? I definitely think you’d look better with either, and I even have extra hairties on me ! And your hair is even almost as long as Kotoko-chan’s ! ❞
« I don't really understand why you all are obsessed with wanting my hair to be braided or tied somehow --nor I wish to, to be frank. If you really desire so, child --do as you please. I know already that stopping you will be rather useless. Just be careful. »
oн, вυт нαveɴ’т yoυ нeαrd?
ι’м jυѕт α { ｍｏｎｓｔｅｒ }
❝ Ne, neeee, onii-san ! Don’t you think all of that hair would be better put up into a ponytail or even twintails ?! it must be a pain if it’s all up in your face like that. ❞
« I'm not even surprised of your comment being focused on my hair, child. Replying to your inquiry: no, it doesn't bother me. It covers what it has to cover and distracts who I need it to distract while fighting. Easy. »
Well, he cannot say that an intrusion such as his own should be greeted with open arms; and when he hears key words he has heard recently, his attention starts to spark.
"The opposite, in fact—and I will gladly follow. Please, check to your heart’s content. I have nothing to hide in that affiliation—I am friends with Ishimaru Kiyotaka, actually, and I have heard mention of the Future Foundation… But I have never actually made contact."
He clicks his tongue, a simple move of his hand demanding the blonde to follow him, soft sound of steps starting to fill the unsettling silence of the place.
« Ishimaru --I believe you met an alternate of his person who managed to survive, then. In this specific world, Ishimaru Kiyotaka is one of the victims deceased during the High School Life of Mutual Killing organized by Junko Enoshima.
Also, from your talk, I have to deduce you're not from this universe. Which causes your presence to be definitely interesting --both to me and the Foundation itself, of course. My superiors may desire to meet you ask you different questions about your activity and your person once I will end up with checking your credentials, so I already warn you not to lie to them. It's for your safety.»
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*gundam voice* hmhmhm
He is not sure who this is, but there is something profoundly unsettling by his presence. The way his eyes stop and meet his own makes him feel almost a chill run down his spine.
"Giorno Giovanna, and I simply heard activity in the area. I desired to investigate, and my search has, apparently, lead me to you…?"
A brow rose, porcelain traits still feigning apathy as the red orbs of the former hope of the academy gave another quick, analytical glance to the unexpected guest.
« Giovanna-san. You do not seem a member of Ultimate Despair, but this doesn't change the fact you entered the territories of the Future Foundation without a proper permission. I may ask you to follow me, in order to do a quick check with our archives and eventually granting you 'permission' to wander around for the area. »
