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karasuma eishi of citta alveare

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coraille:

          ❝ I see. ❞ she simply says. ❝ Have people been afraid of you before or tried to harm you for how strange they look? ❞

                   「☁」—» ❝ Well... ❞ His mind flickers from the monster blackouts to the roar on the web about birdmen, and he looks to the side. ❝ Kind of? ❞

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coraille:

          ❝ …And you are able to fly, correct? ❞ Actually, maybe she should apologize. He seems a bit startled that she’s seen him. ❝ I apologize if I have made you uncomfortable. ❞

                   「☁」—» ❝ Well, I mean... yes. ❞ He definitely wasn’t used to people openly seeing him transformed, especially without his helmet. ❝ No, it’s... fine. As long as you don’t freak out. ❞

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          ❝ …Are they real? ❞ Those wings, that is.

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                   「☁」—» ❝ Huh? ❞ Oh damn. ❝ Uhhhh... yes? ❞

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from: karasuma eishi to: all contacts subject: !!!!

[1/1]: I GOT A CELL PHONE

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whyamisweaty:

“Because it would be really, really cool to be president.”

                   「☁」—» ❝ Not if the endgame is assassination. ❞

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                   「☁」—» ❝ Can anyone name me one thing that naming a president would accomplish in this place? ❞

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trashcanmagician

                   「☁」—» Karasuma had to say, it wasn’t everyday that he got to see someone execute such a spectacular fall as he had just witnessed. It had been movie-worthy, honestly, and he was almost sad it hadn’t been caught on camera. The action from start to finish, from the second the strange boy tripped over seemingly nothing to the moment he had smacked his head on the sidewalk, would have been glorious if played in slow motion, with maybe some sort of dramatic music in the background. It almost made the middle schooler want to smirk, but he refrained, for the sake of the stranger’s pride... for now.

                   ❝ Are you okay? ❞

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clumsypsychxc

                   「☁」—» When a yawn slipped from Karasuma’s mouth, the vague thought that he should probably find this supposed apartment of his and see what it was all about entered his mind. It was a compelling idea, he had to admit, but some part of him was reluctant. Would settling in to where the so-called “scientists” had placed him be considered cooperation to this entire scheme? He definitely didn’t want that, but neither did he wish to spend the night on the street. It was a rather annoying dilemma, and the boy let out an aggravated breath as he rested his cheek on the wood grain of the picnic table he sat at, a frown turning down the corners of his mouth. The whole thought process was almost annoying at the moment, and, almost of their own accord, Karasuma found his thoughts turn to flying. The feel of warm thermals billowing from below and keeping him airborne, of the wet touch of a cloud on his cheeks and a gust of wind that tore through his hair. He had to say, it was an incredible way to relax, and the birdman found his eyes half-closing... until the heavy weight of a stare settled on him, and Karasuma found his eyes open once again. Turning his head slightly, it wasn’t hard to find the source of the stare: a girl, maybe a little older than him. It made Karasuma squint in her direction for a moment before putting on a bored expression, lifting his head once again and propping his chin on his hand.

                   ❝ Was there something you wanted? ❞ Well, there was no harm in getting to the point.

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parkercemery

                   「☁」—» When in an unfamiliar place, there were several things one could do. Explore, try to find a place to stay, mingle with the inhabitants, or even try to cause some trouble. But Karasuma, never one for conflict or participating in anything he didn’t absolutely have to, found most of these options less than appealing. What he did know was that he was confused, and tired, and he wanted to go home. Wherever this place was, and for whatever reason he was here, he wasn’t interested. A heavy feeling was infusing itself in the birdman’s bones, making him want to just sit down and wail out how frustrating this was, when a certain scent made him turn his head. It was warm and buttery, and it made his stomach growl with more than hunger. Dark eyes immediately set to searching, and within a few moments, Karasuma had found the source of the scent. A stand selling some sort of... fried bread(?) drenched in melted butter and powdery sugar. Really, it looked like heaven, and it was just what he needed.

                   A few minutes later, Karasuma had spent almost all of the little money he’d arrived with, and had a hot, steamy, melty... thing in hand. It was almost enough to lift his spirits, and he lifted it closer to his face, ready to take a bite... when something in the corner of his eye caught his attention. The teenager turned, a half-questioning, half-irritated look on his face as his caught sight of the distraction... Another boy, at least several years older than Karasuma himself, looking his way.

                    ❝ If you want one of these, they’re selling them over there. ❞ If that’s even what the other wanted.

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seawitchsguardian

                   「☁」—» This world was a cruel place. So far, it had done nothing but take from Karasuma Eishi, and the small ball of bitterness and anger that had been sculpting itself in the birdman’s chest ever since his arrival the day before was beginning to really affect his mood. And this... this was definitely the icing on the cake. The middle schooler squinted with an expression of resentment and venom at the vending machine before him, mouth screwed up in obvious contempt. He’d used the very last of his money, of which there had only been a few coins in his pocket, in an attempt to acquire one of the drinks listed on the machine’s front, but had only been met with an error message... after he’d put his money in. And now, it refused to give him neither drink nor money, and Karasuma was beginning to feel like this city was determined to suck him dry.

                   ❝ WHAT’S WRONG WITH THIS PLACE?! ❞ Did he shout that out loud...? Oh well.

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ultimatprincess

                   「☁」—» When you’re a lone middle schooler in an unfamiliar city, with no money and no idea what to do besides wander, you find yourself real hungry real quick. And so was Karasuma’s dilemma, the loud rumble of his stomach a constant backdrop to the constant mumbling and cursing that came from his mouth, dark eyes squinting in a bitter expression. He cursed his fate and vowed never to rely on it again, pledging to learn to fend for himself even if it killed him. So deep was his saltiness and his misery, he barely even noticed the odd looks he was getting, preferring to continue his muttered mantras of black fate.

                   If someone were to approach him, he probably wouldn’t even notice until the last second.

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spideroftheeast

                   「☁」—» ❝ You wouldn’t... happen to know where one can get a cell phone around here, would you. ❞

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xreplace​

                   「☁」—» When you’ve found yourself with the ability to soar above the clouds, to feel the solitary isolation of being the only thing in the sky, keeping your feet on the ground could be kind of dull. Especially at a time like this, when Karasuma found himself in a strange place, filled with even stranger people. There was nothing he wanted to do more at the moment than to take flight, to feel a warm updraft under his wings as he rose higher and higher over the unfamiliar landscape. But, to do that, he needed to know more about this place. Karasuma didn’t particularly want to cause an uproar at the sight of a flying boy... after all, even if he tried his hardest to go undetected, there was no guarantee he wouldn’t be seen.

                   And so, cue one birdman trying his very hardest to look inconspicuous as he sidled up to the first boy who appeared to be about his own age, an almost pained expression on his face.

                    ❝ Hey, you... wouldn’t happen to know much about this city, would you? ❞ Read as: if a winged person suddenly appeared, would people freak out?

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kingofnegativity​

                   「☁」—» It wasn’t everyday you found yourself in some strange city, told you were a part of some kind of social experiment and left only with a wooden knife for protection. To be quite honest, Karasuma was feeling some resentment about the whole thing. Didn’t these people know he had things to do? Powers to figure out? And where was his phone? They couldn’t possibly expect him to go without a phone in this city. It was all a giant inconvenience, and the middle schooler was quite set on straightening out the whole thing. Surely the maniacs who ran this place could see some reason, and surely he would be able to convince them to let him go back home. And, even if they didn’t, he’d just have to find a way to blackmail them, now wouldn’t he?

                   All of these bitter thoughts whirled through Karasuma’s mind even as he stalked down the sidewalk, armed with nothing but the useless wooden knife he’d been given and a scrap of paper that he’d scribbled his apartment number on. A plan of action was already starting to build itself in his head, and the birdman squinted defiantly at his surroundings, determined to get to the bottom of this whole mess... that is, until he noticed the boy walking into oncoming traffic.

                   For a moment, he could only stop and stare in relative disbelief as the other boy continued his apparent death march, the only thought in his mind that this boy was either crazy, or stupid. Either way, he couldn’t just let someone die right in front of him, could he? Surely his wings wouldn’t allow it.

                   ❝ Hey! You! What are you doing! ❞

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one (1) birdboy reporting for duty... anyway, like for a starter!! no cap for now!!