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[transiens]

Fade to black, the soundtrack to another night; It’s the music of the rain and the city lights. Feel no pain, it makes the whole city bright; Without the sparkle or hype it’s just another night…

indie makoto yuki of persona 3. written by chris.

[transiens]

Fade to black, the soundtrack to another night; It’s the music of the rain and the city lights. Feel no pain, it makes the whole city bright; Without the sparkle or hype it’s just another night…

indie makoto yuki of persona 3. written by chris.

[azoriumarchives]

Blog move now a-go! Catch me over at @transiens from here on in.

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restart.

   Which is louder: the train traversing through the tracks or the music that continually blares in his ears? Or maybe it’s the thoughts ringing in his head that are superior. Regardless, any one of them fulfills their role well enough. As they continue on, uninterrupted and uninhibited, so does the view of the city before his eyes. Long gone is the place he spent so many years in. Long gone are the people who resided there. Long gone are the faces he used to see day after day. Long gone is where he once called home.

   And yet, it doesn’t sadden him.

   It doesn’t even phase him.

   To him, it’s another fleeting thing. Life’s full of that sort of thing, isn’t it? Whether one wants it or not, change is bound to occur whenever it wants. And what once was can easily be taken away. It’s a fact of life---a brutal, infallible fact---he’s known for so long now. He has that day to thank for that. That fateful, horrible day that never allows him to forget.

   He didn’t say goodbye. No tears were shed, either. And even now, his clouded mind has no room for memories of those ‘old days’ spent in the city. What would normally have been an important occasion is something he sees as ordinary. Inevitable. Inconsequential. Nothing would change. Nothing can change. And so he won’t dwell on it. There’s no point. All he does---all he can do---is let life, and this train, run its course.

   Tatsumi Port Island. One year. The prospect of going away for that long and the promise of an eventful year would excite some and worry others. But not him. As he looks through the window, he sees nothing worth getting excited over. The night sky is the same as always. As are the buildings that come closer and closer. An eventful year? Each one was the same, day in and day out. Even the song playing is one he’s heard countless times. And the face he wears is as it always was: uncaring, passive, and cold.

   “This is a new beginning,” they told him. But to Makoto, there is nothing new about this. Even the station he arrives in seems the same compared to the others. Oh, well. There’s nothing he can do about it. He can complain all he wants about these ordinary, similar days, but they’ll just keep coming. Fine. Then he’ll keep living through it. It’s all he can do, so he does. Without question. It’s that mindset that guides his first step out of the train and each one toward his destination. 

   “Gekkoukan,” he thinks it was called... Just another school, as far as he’s concerned. There’s nothing special about it; about any of this. All that awaits him is just another school in another ordinary city.

   A city waiting to prove him wrong.

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petalbled:

          They’re quiet souls thankfully, so getting close to the aviary friends wasn’t too difficult a task. Maybe they’re used to being around people? Already, Ib is thinking up a story of how they managed to get this comfortable, but her tale-weaving has to be put on hold for now: she has birds to behold. 

          They’re either really white pigeons or doves. But maybe doves were pigeons? And pigeons were doves? She doesn’t want to look up and ask her companion though– the noise might make them fly away. Ib regrets not having some sort of offering (chocolate might be bad for them, like they are with dogs) to give them, but perhaps she can fix that. Scanning around, her eyes catch sight of something– a bakery, was it? This bread was made for humans, but maybe…

          … Another delicate tug. She’s pointing at the bakery this time. Is he on board?

         「 0 : FOOL. 」

   AS QUICKLY AS his focus centers on those birds, it’s quickly pulled away along with his arm. He’s close to asking what it is that she wants, but her gesture gives it away before he has a chance to. It does seem like a good idea to get food for the birds from there. But for a moment, he eyes the bakery’s front door with a look of uncertainty. All while placing a hand in his pocket in hopes that he’d find something. And when he does, the look on his face changes.

   He turns toward her, now with the same face he bore before turning his attention from the door. The face of someone certain of something. It’s all but confirmed when he gives her a small nod and puts one foot forward. He’s careful not to stray too far, though. Out of a worry that the distance between them might become too great. So he turns to look back, silently questioning her readiness to leave the birds be for a little while.

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saikouchox:

-]– ;; The hell was that!?

Words plucked with a grim sense of precision managed to course a swirl of terror along his spine. When it came to the supernatural, only the line that crossed into the paranormal territory could elicited a bothered reaction from the modern day samurai. “Y- you’re pullin’ my leg. Otherwise the fiasco of turning humanity on it’s head would’ve long been on the batting ground..” That’s right. Playing along with this allowed a comforting thought.

As the semblance of rationality once again made itself known, a repressed sigh found the chance to escape. “I’m not gonna deny you givin’ a new definition to exhausted. Figured that’s why I could toss up a suggestion that would apply a new card to your hand.”

Personal experience allowed him to approve of the beverage’s tasty factor after all.

         「 0. : FOOL. 」

         ❝ Probably. ❞ Makoto can see it written all over his face. Any more of his sarcasm( ? ) would probably creep the guy out more than he already seems to be. Which is why he concedes. He’s not out to scare him or anything.

   After giving a small shrug, he slowly holds his hand out in an attempt to get him to give the drink over. Is he completely sold on this pitch? Not really, if his disinterested face is anything to go by. ( Even though that’s basically his normal expression--- ) But he obliges nonetheless. Call it curiosity. Or just a willingness to try it. Not like he’s got anything to lose. 

         ❝ Alright. I’ll take it off your hands. ❞

   Replenishing "mana,” though... Even now, this whole things sounds pretty damn weird. Then again, what wasn’t weird nowadays?

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Mamodo & Me ♔

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glassmemoir:

“…–!”

  {/She was about to speak, to offer a more in depth explanation than what she had given him before. Maybe it wasn’t fair to be springing this all on him at once. Maybe she should give him more of a chance to actually absorb what’s going on around and now to him, before she says anymore.

     And by golly she was right.

     She didn’t get a chance to speak again before he raised a hand to silence her. For a moment, she pouted. Nicole didn’t like being non-talked to like that! She preferred it if someone wanted her quiet, they would tell her to do so. Not a commanded like some dog! Yet, she obeyed him just like one would. There was no reason to argue, despite how much she would have loved to give him one for gesturing to her like that, and he was her book holder. He was the one in charge here. So whether she liked it or not, she had to listen to him.}

“Hmph! So now I’m allowed ta speak?”

  {/Her pouting continues, and she lets go of his hand. With her arms now crossing over her puffed out chest, she proudly declares her name. Just so there was no chance of him silencing her again, she made sure to speak loud enough so that he’d be sure he’d never forget it.}

“I am Nicole! Mamodo o’ Psychic abili’dy!”

         ❝ Psychic ability... ❞ They seem like more words that don’t make a lick of sense. ( Doesn’t help that she’s got a funny way of talking. And she’s so loud... ) But he saw her abilities firsthand, so he knows she isn’t just spouting a bunch of nonsense. ( Maybe turning tail and running isn’t such a bad idea after all--- ) Sighing, Makoto crouches to meet her face-to-face. Primarily to get a better look at who he got saddled with. But also to take note of her unusual features. And when he does, a sign of curiosity is made clear on his face. Did all... mamodo( ? ) look this strange? What in the world did he get himself into?

   Oh, well. Nothing to do but go with it like he decided to do. Their mutual gaze would be their contract. And their names were spoken to one another; signed along the line that would connect the two of them from here on out. They would fight together, overcoming trial after trial in pursuit of her apparent goal. All that and more is agreed upon with his nod. Did he ask for this? No. But he accepts it. From this day on, this girl---Nicole---is his partner.

         ❝ Makoto. ❞ And what better way to start this crazy ride off than with a handshake? ❝ Just your average human. Nothing special about me. ❞

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stultiiudicii:

     There was a thrill to the exploration and fighting that seemed to overcome both of them and Minako did not want to call it a night just yet, not any more than Makoto seemed to want to. His question, however, puts her in a place of power, a place to tease. Even if she isn’t being serious, she assumes a thoughtful position, looking as though she is contemplating what he has asked.

     “Hmm.” The little hum is gone as soon as it begins, an effort in the teasing look she shoots his way. She took their work seriously, certainly, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t enjoy themselves. “Well Mitsuru-senpai is right to remain cautious about how late we’re out…” Still, her act of remaining uncertain over whether they should continue or return is just that. “But I don’t want to head back just yet.” With a nod of her head, she  begins to pace slowly towards the stairs. “They’re just over here, anyway. Let’s see how quickly we can navigate the next floor.”

     As soon as he is aware of her plans, she moves faster towards the stairs, stopping right at the foot of them before turning her head towards Makoto. “I’ll race you to the top!”

         「 XVI. : TOWER. 」

         ❝ Hey--- ❞ But she’s already way ahead of him before he can get a word in. Which means he has no choice but to suck it up and follow. ( And he does. But if the look on his face is any indication, he isn’t thrilled about being left in the dust. ) It’s not like he can complain, though. Each step up the stairwell drowns out all the doubts and misgivings in his head until only anticipation and faint excitement remain. He isn’t even concerned with his position in their little race. ( Which is good because he’s losing by a pretty wide margin--- ) Because the further they get, the closer they are to exploring more of Tartarus.

   It’s why when they’re greeted with the sight of quite a number of Shadows, there’s no fear in his voice. Only assurance.

         ❝ ...doesn’t look like they’re gonna let us slip by. ❞ And it doesn’t look like he’s unwilling to fight, either. If the firm grip on his sword is any indication. Makoto doesn’t even need to take a glance over at Minako to know if she’s ready or not. Somehow, he just knows. And that backs up his bravado almost perfectly.

         ❝ You ready? ❞

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galacticpxnt:

It was not as if Chie was the queen of manners or anything, she lacked all that proper training that Yukiko had after all. But it didn’t take any knowledge of them to know that was just plain rude. One word. That’s it. And she had only for a moment, but in that time she could tell it was heavier than hers ever was. So either this boy was loaded with cash or just kept a whole lot of junk in his wallet. Either way, he should be grateful. 

Sprinting yet again, she passed the boy’s slow walk easily. Going a few feet past him, Chie plants her foot, turning to face him while also blocking the path ahead of him. Hands on her hips, she glowered at the boy- who still had those dumb headphones on. So rude…. 

“Whoa whoa whoa. I sprint all the way up here and all I get is some weak thanks. People won’t keep doing nice things for you if you act like that ya know!” 

         「 0. : FOOL. 」

         ❝ ---Mm? ❞ Her sudden appearance in front of him---not to mention her blatant disregard for his personal space---causes him to stop and look right at her. Despite the music still blaring in his ears, Makoto can still make out what she’s saying. Maybe lowering the volume was a good idea. Or maybe she’s just too loud. It doesn’t change the... predicament he’s sure he’s gotten himself into. Hoo, boy.

         ❝ ...sorry. ❞ It’s the only thing he can really say at a time like this. ( Boy, does not being talkative have its disadvantages sometimes--- ) Despite the short apology, he makes an effort to look her in the eye with a stare that, much like her body in its obstruction of his way, doesn’t waver. What he can’t convey with words, he’ll convey with his face. How else is he supposed to put effort into this impromptu conversation? Talking is too draining.

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stultiiudicii:

     Perhaps if she didn’t understand then hearing such a declaration of his true feelings might leave her stunned. Instead, she knows. Every part of what is to come should be racking them with fear, shaking them to their cores, but night after night as the shadows clawed at their lives and the battles grew more treacherous, fears were overcome. Nerves, however, doubts about the future, their abilities to save the world and yet live in it, those could not be so easily trumped.

     She doesn’t lose her smile, that signature look of belief and capability, but the sunshine that radiated underneath the surface dimmed. She could not unearth her own qualms and pretend they weren’t there and reassuring him that there was nothing to worry over was moot. They both knew. Even more than they knew, than she understood what was to come, she knew him. Her lithe fingers trace over his arm in a moment of comfort, what reassurance can be offered, and she nods. 

     “Me too.” And these words are not pronounced, they are not meant to resonate, be heard by all, they were meant for him.

     ”I think we have to be. It doesn’t mean there isn’t something to believe in too…” She knew, knew it in her heart and soul that they would overcome this, the greatest obstacle and the most difficult test, she had to or they would have been goners long ago. “Any fears you have, I will help you face. Isn’t that the point?”

         「 XX. : JUDGEMENT. 」

   THIS WAS EXPECTED as well. It’s just like her to be honest about something like this, yet still find a way to crack a smile. She’s either incredibly brave or incredibly insane. Honestly, he’s not sure which anymore. And they’ve known each other for a year. The thought at least puts a smile on his face---though it doesn’t last very long---when combined with her ever present radiance. It’s just like her to boost his spirit. It wouldn’t even be far-fetched to say that it’s the one thing keeping him from freezing up in fear.

   Even so...

         ❝ I appreciate it. ❞ And yet... ❝ I can’t help but... start thinking. You know? ❞ The what-ifs. The doubts that are allowed to sink in over time. The unfathomable weight of their situation; of their crusade against a being that’s seemingly indestructible. All of it is thrust upon him at once. It’s what makes him look down with heavy eyes. It’s why he sounds so dejected; so weak. It’s simple to put on a brave face befitting a leader, but convincing himself of that---imbuing himself with enough confidence to put one foot in front of the other---is something else entirely.

         ❝ Like... what if we don’t make it? What happens if we can’t do it? ❞

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gifts worth giving.

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@ephemaria​:

   It makes his heart skip a beat to be met with a steadfast strike. Otherwise calm blues glisten with his excitement, only but a hint of a smirk following as his hand raises, still without his weapon of choice. Anticipation has every nerve on edge, every sense just a bit heightened—a battle like this would not be one easily won and he’s SMITTEN with the thought.

              Adores that his opponent is every bit as serious about this as he is.

   Only once tightened fist spreads his fingers wide, the bright, light engulfs the majority of the area immediately around him and chills fervently charged air. Snowflakes float on the wind of its arrival, gently cascading toward the ground past the magnificent sculptures of iridescent ice standing tall and sharpened, jutting out of the earth. Boy darts from behind the many reflections of his glacial wall, acting as if it’s a trick room to prevent his movements from being predicted as he finally calls enchanted slivers to his hand.

             “Don’t hold back!” Victory’s sweet taste is hardly what he’s after—all that matters is savoring the challenge, to fight with everything he had.

         「 0 : FOOL. 」

         ❝ Same to you! ❞ Not that either of them had any intention of pulling their punches. That last-minute trick of his probably would’ve struck Makoto hard had he moved a tad closer to him. It did manage to stop his blade dead in its tracks, though. ( And it even tore his mantle. Gonna have to explain that one later. Joy. ) What’s more, now he doesn’t even know where Ace could be. He’s not complaining, though. On the contrary, he’s excited. He even cracks a smile when the thought of his friend coming at him with every tool at his disposal enters his head.

   Is this what the thrill of battle really is?

   He could get used to this.

   But first thing’s first. He has to find him. 

         Easier said than done... After all, with a terrain conjured by Ace himself, it’s only natural that he’d know when, where, and how to strike. And being idle for too long does nothing but make Makoto into a target. No time to stop and think, he surmises. Which is why he immediately takes action. It’s a reckless, spur-of-the-moment tactic, but by charging ahead and swinging at one of those damn icicles, maybe... just maybe...

   Maybe he’d find him there.

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...hello? This thing on? ‘Kay. Cool.

ahem.

Howdy, y’all. Been some time. Kind of. Sort of. ( Pretty sure half of you are going like “who is this motherfucker and what hole did he crawl out from---” ) Got a few things to throw out here, so you mind bearing with me for a little bit?

First, lemme start with an apology. I know, taking time is something that’s valued and emphasized. And I appreciate it. But there’s a difference between being unmotivated/busy and just being plain lazy. And I’ve been really lazy with my writing on all my blogs. Not just this one. Which sucks because I miss this blue piece of shit. I really do. I’ve been trying to get back into the swing of things, too. But you know how it is. It’s like cleaning your room. You know what you gotta do, but once you see the mess ( in this case, it’s all my unfinished pages, inconsistent writing styles on posts, outdated tags, and God knows what else--- ) you just get discouraged. That doesn’t mean I’m throwing in the towel. Oh, no. This just means I gotta do what I’ve alluded to a while back.

I’m gonna remake Makoto. But with a different URL.

“But Chris,” I can already hear my oldest followers going, “you’ve been azoriumcosmos for years!”

YEAH, I KNOW. Honestly, I’m still a bit apprehensive about the URL change. But I figured it was time for it, y’know? So, on April 6th, I’ll officially be moving to transiens.

Why April 6th? A number of reasons. But the biggest one is because I’m a dramatic tool and as you may know, that’s when Persona 3 starts. So I wanna kick the new blog off then. Secondly, Persona 5 comes out tomorrow ( hype, hype, HYPE--- ) and that’s gonna eat up all of my time tomorrow. Thirdly, the blog’s not exactly... ready yet. If you click on the link now, all that’s gonna greet you is a fuckin’ void. Mel’s been hard at work making matching themes for us ( bless her ) and I’ve been working on pages that are actually fuckin’ complete this time around. And what’s more, I’m putting the finishing touches on replies and asks I owe on this blog to publish on the 5th. Yes, all of them. But it’s ultimately your choice if you wanna leave it be or continue the thing once I move to the new blog. And lastly, I’m also working on a drabble to send this blog off. It’ll be archived, yeah. But there’s something sentimental about letting go of a URL you’ve stuck with for years, y’know? Plus, you should know I’m an attention whore when it comes to drabbles. So I want to go out with a bang before moving.

So that’s that. If I owe you something, look out for it on the 5th. I kept track of everything---and I mean everything---so it’ll be right there on Wednesday. To everyone else, be on the lookout for the farewell drabble on Wednesday and the start of my new blog on Thursday. I really hope this helps kick my mojo back into high gear. And I’m really pumped to be consistently active on Tumblr again.

See ya’ soon.

--- Chris

[noctilin]

til the very end,

they fulfilled their role as the leader

and lead us one last time

into the bright future

it’s all up to you now!

[erikaachi]

キミはね確かにあのときわたしの傍にいた You were definitely by my side back then, you know いつだっていつだっていつだってすぐ横で笑っていた You were always, always, always smiling right next to me 無くしても取り戻すキミを I will never leave you Even if I lose you, I’ll get you back. I will never leave you.

Happy March 5th. It’s actually the 6th over here now but shhhh.

[lulurionu-moved]

“Oiii! Makoto!” “Yuki-kun!” “Yuki!” “Yuki-kun!” “Yuki!” “Yuki-san!” “Arf!”

[kyotyan]