I Wish For the Future.

RP Blog for L.L. from Code Geass: Re Surrection

[blackknightsgambit]

This blog takes place after Re;surrection and before Roze (will watch it at some point). There will be very dark themes (mostly mentioned in past tense) such as mind control, complete obedience, suicide (and those tendencies), mass killings, and the British. These things and more will be tagged accordingly with "TW:" in front of the word or phrase for your blocking convenience.

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Mun and Muse are 20+

Will not interact with minors.

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[fallenfromdivinity]

"It's fine." he said with a reassuring smile. "One does not frequently meet halovians. Not all worlds seem to have us. Although my sister is also in Spirale, so if you ever see someone like me, it should be her." Sunday explained. He was not familiar with the concept of angels, not exactly as L.L. was, but interestingly enough he knew that Sunday was a weekday. It was the same naming convention on his planet too. "L.L. It's nice to meet you." Sunday looked down at the bird on his hands. "If I see someone suffering, I have difficulty stopping myself from helping them."

Such was his gentle nature, that got massacred by real life and drove him in the end to almost commit atrocities himself. "I only wonder... Sometimes, when we help, we do more damage than help." the bird seemed to be comfortable in his hands, not having to bear the weight of his hurt wing. "Seeing the fine line between one and another can be very hard."

[blackknightsgambit]

Halovians? One does not frequently meet an entirely different species either, his mind added. Suppose this place is just filled with random assortments since he's met intelligent monsters prior. There would have to be an in between and Sunday was it. At least it was a monster that was easy to look at as long as he kept the eye contact and not stare in wonder at the hovering halo on the back of his head.

"Your sister? How lucky, I'll make sure to keep that in mind."

He thinks lucky, however he's long since stopped crossing paths with his own for the betterment of her and his own mental well being. He does wish he had the option of at least visiting.

Finally, he began to lead the way toward the market, making sure to stay close as they spoke.

"It sounds like you're filled with nothing but good intentions," He offers as he continues, "You know what they say, it paves the way to Hell. Something like that can only be learned through trial and error. Push for change too hard and the whole structure falls apart. Push too gently and nothing changes."

As a man who gained the control of the world through bloodshed and lies, he lost far more than he gained. The self imposed exile after coming back from the dead was what he needed. What the world needed, regardless of how many people he left behind.

"But-- in regards to the little bird, I think a gentle helpful hand is exactly what it needs. Sure, nature can take its course, but us humans-- and halovians have their own natures. We do what we can and nothing more, so some water and some seed is reasonable, don't you think?"

[silentnightmayor]

The sound of the door closing. She doesn’t have to turn around to know that the Human has taken her up on her offer.

“Huh! Well, since I’ve arrived here, I certainly have been running into a lot of your kind. Meanwhile, by the looks of things you haven't encountered many Monsters.”

Carol mutters half to herself as places the bag on the kitchen tables and begins emptying several lacy red heart pillows out onto it. She cups a hand to her chin and dips her head in compilation, and only then does she talk to the young man.

“I can count on my hand the number of Humans I’ve encountered prior to that. It’s not a bad thing. You Humans interest me, no matter how dangerous you are.” She says while contemplating over where to put these heart plushies which, funnily enough, resemble one of the main reasons why she is interested in humans to begin with. I know a few good places for these, but some things will have to be arranged. That’s for later. With that thought, she gives her guest her undivided attention.

And...

Dear god. His coat is soaking wet. How awful. Fighting the urge grab several blow-dryers and pelt him with hot air, she instead clops over to the thermostat and cranks it up. Sacrilege under normal circumstances, however, the kid was brought here to thaw out first and foremost, so this will just have to be an exception. When he thanks her for the hospitality, she nods, ear flickering. In place of an amiable ‘you're welcome’, “Carol Holiday.” she briefly introduces herself in a manner devoid of warmth.

“Now. Coat off. Put it on the rack by the door. Then tell me if you prefer coffee, tea, or hot cocoa. We can figure out what you’re doing with yourself after that.”

[blackknightsgambit]

Ms. Holiday certainly left little room to argue and with her actively turning up the heat for his comfort, he lost the want to. His coat was hung on the rack without issue which gave him enough time to really take in his surroundings.

The common area was very nicely decorating even if it was a bit heavy on the festive side. Something told him it had a lot to do with the icy doe with ice hooves. It reminded him vaguely about the student council putting up decorations for the holidays--

Oh.

Was she a walking pun? Did she know? She had to know. She was far too observant to not see something that obvious, right?

"--Tea would be fine. I'm L.L.."

He finds himself answering as he comes to terms with whatever the hell he willingly walked in on.

"And you'd would be right. I've met, now including you, two other kinds of people."

Ah-- was she a people? Monster sounds a bit too vague.

[fallenfromdivinity]

Sunday doesn't fail to notice that the man's eyes had befallen for longer on his wings and halo. It did not matter to him. He had long found that many people would react like this to Halovians, be it in his original universe or at Spirale. It did not matter to him, but he smiled softly in an attempt of friendliness. "I see," he looked down at the bird once again, chirping so softly between his fingers. "If it's not a problem for you, I would appreciate that you showed me the way."

Sunday had his history with hurt birds, but he couldn't help it when he saw such a beautiful and defenseless creature needing support. He'd let it eat and rest until they could fly free once again. "Oh. My name is Sunday. Thank you for your help, Mister."

[blackknightsgambit]

The man was clearly accustomed to being gawked at. The realization was just enough to brush off the novelty of meeting an actual goddamn angel. It certainly didn't help that his name was Sunday, of all things.

A funny thought of every time he himself were called a demon for his plans and schemes. Maybe this was a fated meeting, heh.

"Sunday," He nodded his head, finally directing the attention to the little bird that sat calmly in the other's hands, "Sorry for staring, you just surprised me a bit."

It's the politest way he could say it.

"You can call me L.L.. Do you always go out of your way to help wounded animals?"

[iinumaki]

He watched the other pale a little at his explanation, knowing it was a lot of information to process. He hadn't even gotten into the worst of it when the Culling Games were announced shortly after the incident in Shibuya that cost him an arm.

He still got small phantom pains from it at times, but was thankful for the prosthetic to better his rehabilitation progress before arriving here.

Once again, he begins typing upon that screen, getting a little faster as the words came easier. This was a normality for him back home, after all.

[None that would be described as curses by my home's standards, but I have heard small whispers of one of these cursed spirits roaming about Fibo ward, so-I would watch your back.]

[Otherwise, if you need any help warding them off in the instance you do come across one, just call me or my friend Okkotsu.]

[blackknightsgambit]

"Hm."

There really wasn't many that come to mind when Fibo ward was mentioned. Sure, there were strange creatures littering the actual walls and cracks of the lowest point of that city but nothing that rang out as dangerous. His visitation was only to get a lay of the land since there weren't any in depth maps at his disposal.

Though there was really one notable presence there that gave him pause.

"What does that curse look like?"

[iinumaki]

Toge's brow furrows a little at the term soldier being used, he supposed in a way the other wasn't wrong per say, but they were the only ones who could protect the common people. What else were they to do? Allow humanity to succumb?

He flips the phone around again and spend a little while typing before offering it to his company once more, a bit more in depth with his explanation this time.

[Curses come from negative energy that humans create, and only a curse can dispel one of it's own, so we are taught to channel that energy to use against them.] [Many people go missing on a regular occurrence in Japan, so we're called in to exorcise the problem curses that cause it. Jujutsu society is practiced in secret, we are given 'barriers' to work within so ordinary people cannot see us. It's been around for a long time, as long as curses have existed.]

Hopefully he was making some sort of sense.

[blackknightsgambit]

The teen was making a lot of sense. Enough sense for L.L. to briefly wonder what his world would look like with such a tangible view of curses and their rules met his own. How Geass would be seen both a curse and wish depending on the beholder.

Oh the ghetto would be... a sea of death and curses, he could imagine that far too easily. Manifestation of man's selfishness came in the form of his own being. The world having to contend with his will and the despair of every human too?

Sounds like hell on earth. He could feel the weight of his sins in a brief flash before he lets out a breath.

"Good thing that's only happening in your world. I don't think humanity has much of a chance anywhere else," He mutters the thought before properly addressing the teen.

"Well... thank you for work. Do see curses here?"

[fallenfromdivinity]

@blackknightsgambit

There was a lot to make sense out of Spirale. The four wards, so different between each other both on technology and culture. The people of all kinds and sorts, including some that Sunday never dreamed could be real. Last but not least, the enormous mysterious hole in the middle of it all, as if reminding all of them of their impending doom at any moment. There was a lot to think and to ponder. Sunday himself had the goal to create a paradise for people, and this was not it. And if this wasn't it, he would take it upon himself to find what could be done. Although he also didn't know quite well where to start.

His thoughts were interrupted by a weak chirp. Following the sound, he found a small bird between the bushes, clearly hurt. He couldn't bring himself to leave the bird as it was, so first he took a tissue from his pocket, and then gently wrapped the bird between his hands. Now... What was he supposed to do with this bird? He was too far from home, but leaving it here with no help was not something he could bring himself to do. "Excuse me," he called out to the first person he saw. "Do you know where I could find water or maybe some bird food?"

[blackknightsgambit]

It was already well known and established that the sea of people were easily forgettable and easy to write off. L.L. had managed to hold a few conversations with strangers but only in passing, only to forget their face a day later. He's long since decided to give his attention sparingly to them.

The strange man in whites and blues would've been ignored as well if not for the gentle lift of wings on the side of his head-- is that an actual halo?

It had been a minute since a new person has been able to get him to stop in his tracks on the spot. Several moments broken only by the weak chirping of a tiny bird in the man's palm broke whatever weird spell L.L. was under.

His eyes flickered down at the bird and then the connection to what the angel had said finally click.

"... We're not in the right part of the city for all of that," He starts politely, "The shopping district for the food is just past my residence... If you're willing to make the trip I could show you the way."

[supernova-aniki]

The shambling creature kept coming even as it fell to pieces. Weapon held aloft by just strands as it targets L.L., who was still trying to get the other door open to no avail.

Choso felt mildly responsible for this younger man. Accepting his place in protecting him from whatever this thing was until the powers of the room ran their course on whatever this thing was. Neither man nor curse compared to it.

Still, he stepped between them. He did not have use of his blood manipulation, but that wouldn't stop him from fending this thing off. Launching himself to rip that weapon from its grasp and tossing it away. He didn't need it as much as L.L. would.

"Stay back! I'll handle this one until it crumbles into dust like the table."

[blackknightsgambit]

It's attention shifted once the weapon was torn from its grip. It roared, it's voice shifting from a wet mess to a dry bellow of fury. It's rotten arm was lifted to slam down onto Choso's head in a sort of a tantrum and makeshift club. The limb broke off entirely from the impact, shattering into dust.

L.L. jumped when the weapon was thrown toward him and clattered against the wall before he was snatched from the carpet. He reared back and slammed it against the door knob in desperation.

Everything within the room itself should be feeling the effects of the aging. The paint on the walls should be curling, the wood should start to crack and break under it's own weight. The ceiling should be cracking and collapsing on top of their hands, and the floor should be falling down into the abyss beneath. Or whatever the fuck is below them.

Yet, the room itself was still as pristine as the first day it was built. It was almost as unnerving as the monster currently regenerating limbs as quickly as they rot off.

"Just hold out for a little longer!"

[diviinechild]

The demon listened, taking in the information as well as watching the other's expression as it soured while talking about his parents. Of course this wasn't something unfamiliar to him, he had spoken with plenty of teens and young adults who ran away from home at their age to pursue something more freeing.

That was a large pursuit of the compound he was raised within, to give people a sanctuary and a place to grieve their woes before being enlightened.

Alas, it seemed even he couldn't say much to ease L.L.'s rocky relationship with said parents, the wounds were deep, he could see that from how the young man's head hung low upon explaining his mother's betrayal.

"I see, I won't pity you over this as you've trusted me with the information, but I do at least offer my condolences for such a difficult upbringing."

At the mention of so many siblings, Douma briefly thought to his own father, how he was caught abusing girls within the compound. There was little indication which members born within the space might have even resulted in his half siblings, as none of them showed the same traits as him. Not a single one was blessed with those multicolored eyes or his pale hair.

All the more reason for him to be considered so special.

"But I do find your response fascinating. I can't even bring myself to hate the people who raised me, I simply feel nothing for them."

[blackknightsgambit]

"I still hate my father. Even after understanding what he truly was trying to do. No good intentions can make up from the years of abandonment and the resentment it fosters."

He says so simply, allowing the anger that had built up during the reminiscing to fizzle out. The visage of his father flashed in his mind. The conversation still buzzing in his ears. Disgust still filled his heart. Bile on his tongue.

L.L. looked back to the stranger, a snide comment on his lips that dies away.

"I'm not the healthiest person who regulates their emotions to the fullest degree he ought to... but that doesn't sound normal either. Did they do anything for you to love them?"

[corruptedsorrow]

there were many things chuuya would do before admitting he was in the wrong about something. usually beating the other party to a pulp was a good way to deal with things. but unfortunately if he got caught by the cops in this place there weren't any port mafia to back him up and pull him out of his predicament.

beside, it wasn't like the not-kid was withholding his hat either... right? just simply not moving in to give it back either. that alone made chuuya judge him as some high-and-mighty bastard. he let out a scoff of evident displeasure and moved in to retrieve his hat.

"i don't give a shit if you're the prince of britain or some local brat. don't touch my hat. simple."

[blackknightsgambit]

L.L. stared.

Just a bit stun locked at how good of guess this guy's insult was.

"Good thing I'm not," He huffs, a little besides himself as he regarded the other. At the very least, trying to reassure himself that he couldn't recognize him at some noble he might've seen in passing.

"Then please keep your eyes open when you're walking."

The hat was politely and somehow even more disrespectfully placed on the man's head himself.

"Hope you don't treat every stranger like they're a threat."

[descensionstar]

it looked pretty enough, but she couldn't take any pleasure in the sight. not when so much of this area was so... twisted. it had given the pair a breather at least, but they were no closer to figuring a way out of the venue — it was like exploring a domain, so the experience of mentally mapping unfamiliar areas had come in handy.

a voice weaving through the silence brought the Traveler's eyes up from the floral arrangements, seeing an equally disgruntled guest make his entrance.

"yeah..." she sighed, shoulders slack and balancing Paimon's weight on her forearms alone. "we've been searching for the lobby, but no luck yet. guess it's the same for you?"

attention centred upon him, the fading of petals began without notice. colours withering just as the Moon Prayer flowers until deathly pale, their shadows stirring with sinister intent. a warning going unrecognised.

[blackknightsgambit]

"Unfortunately, you'll only find yourself getting even more lost if you try to search for a specific room."

He sighs it as he rubbed the back of his head. The garden was thick but the sweet floral scent was just a bit too sweet. He's been in grand gardens in the pick of the blooms. This one was odd in more ways than just the endless sky above them.

"I'm not sure what I'm looking for. What I do know is that the lobby doesn't lead to the outside. Did you get the message on your phone?"

He asks while holding up his own.

[blackqueensgambit]

"Truthfully I think even if there wasn't an error, those bastards would want us dead anyway."

There was a tremble to her voice, allowing the blood to be wiped from her cheek and the wound slowly sealing itself. While C.C. was usually the more level-headed of the two, this night had shaken her to the core. Not only being haunted by visions of the men she cared for, but hearing such awful things in their voices, it was making her ears ring.

For the first time in years, she felt like that terrified little girl again.

"So we attempt to reason with him, or kill that part of you. Understood."

She was back to that usual monotone cadence, but not quite right. C.C. was shutting down, she steeled herself to endure until they were out of this place.

"How do we proceed then, what are your orders?"

[blackknightsgambit]

The adrenaline was still there. Still thrumming beneath her skin, her focus becoming a pinprick point on L.L.. He took her arms, gently rubbing them.

"C.C.," He calls her name, tone a bit softer.

"It'll be alright. Just breathe for a moment and follow me. That's all you need to do."

[nomithered]

The silence and the weight of it all makes him realize that, maybe (just maybe), he shouldn't have asked that. It makes his face pull in a grimace that tugs at his ribs a little too. He didn't mean to cause this young Sage pain..least not to the degree he might have thought it would.

But that was his own fault for not thinking further than the flowers in front of him. Some pains were greater than the body in front of him; he knew that.

"Mh..Y'know, I don't have a sibling so I can't properly relate. The best I can give is my deepest condolences to the pain you felt...but-"

And he shrugs an arm up to gesture over to the darker haired fellow at his side, glancing towards that sad tinged smile.

"She sounds sweet. And somethin' 'bout sweet-hearted people I notice is they hate leavin' the weight of the world on others. So even if it's not their race nor their horse, they'll saddle it.

It's not being cruel; it's not a punishment even if it feels like...It just means they love you."

David hoped that made sense, even as his hand comes up to rest at the back of his own neck. Usually warm fingers feeling the chill against his pulse.

[blackknightsgambit]

L.L. was smart. Something that had been echoed from the lips of the few who truly knew him. His early days at school hadn't been muddled from the few years he's been away. He was never motivated to do more than what was asked of him. It would take no effort to be the top of his class, yet the nickname of a know-it-all never haunted him like it did now.

A know-it-all didn't remember it all. Not all at once. His greatest plans required months of excruciating patience to solve any and all minute issues that could arise. Accounting for human error and mechanical error. Accounting for time delays and internal fighting. Accounting for miscalculation.

Accounting for everything but the human heart.

His ached and bled and screamed with a force he hadn't felt since killing the first woman he ever loved.

His face turned downward, clinging to the soft shadows the flowers created. He didn't know who was mourning for now. Nunnally was still alive, he believed so with all he had. He missed her terribly. Enough for a soft wheeze to squeeze out of his lungs.

David's words had a point. No, he knew he was right. A complete stranger able to point out the obvious that even he struggled to grasp on to. He was loved despite it all. He was missed despite it all.

It took several long minutes for L.L. to find his composure. To carefully pluck his broken and bleeding parts up from glowing petals and back into his freezing chest. He breathed deeply.

"...Yeah," He utters rather anticlimactically, the thickness in his voice giving away the battle he's barely won.

"I think you're right. She's never been the one to do something ever out of maliciousness or cruelty. Even her... hardest decisions were made with me in mind. I need to remember that while I'm stuck here, away from her."

He looked back across to the chasm to the lights. An ocean between their life raft and the shore.

"Thank you, David. Sorry for asking you something so absurd."

[zerosrequiem]

If.

He heard the conditional, and he frowned. L.L. never said things without purpose--all of his words were picked out carefully, efficiently. Just like the rest of him--his flair for the dramatic aside.

The man modeled his outfit after a chess piece, after all. Suzaku had been in denial for a very long time.

In many ways, he still was. He was in denial about the mistake that led to the massacre. He was in denial about the damage that he caused to the people that he loved. He was in denial about the decisions that he'd made--each and every one of them, and the ramifications thereof.

L.L. knew this. They didn't have to talk to communicate it. They never had to talk to communicate. Even now.

Even now.

L.L. faced away from him, and there was good reason for it. The two of them hadn't spoken for days. Not since the events at the Inn. Not since L.L. looked at him with fear in his eyes.

Not since the baggage Suzaku had been carrying mysteriously felt clear--since he'd killed the past. Since he'd faced down his darkness and killed it with his own, two hands.

He didn't blame L.L. for this. He didn't. But it wasn't like L.L. to run away from things--no, it was exactly like him, the more that Suzaku thought about it.

After all--they still hadn't talked about things that happened during the rebellion. The people that died. The people that they both killed.

The things that they said to each other.

["Your existence is a mistake!"]

"You...went away to process things for a year, L.L.." Suzaku finally said. "If...if we're going to be involved in each other's lives--as friends, or as more--then we have to talk about it. Everything that happened."

He swallowed.

"I...forgive you. For her. You loved her, too. We can talk about it."

[blackknightsgambit]

"I know you do."

He knows it. He knows, he knows he knows.

He knows all too well.

He knows what Suzaku means. He knows what he's thinking or wanting or--

He takes a breath as he keeps his eyes off of the other.

L.L. could think about Suzaku just fine. He could imagine him just fine. The real issue was in the proximity. He remembers it vividly. The anger that set his soul ablaze, the smoldering hate as he watched himself flee from the room.

What was the most cruel was that Suzaku had been so warm to the touch. Had been so solid and warm and he felt his own body start to relax despite the chill of danger that ran up his spine. A bear trap that was hidden plainly upon the sheets and blankets.

What was worse was how slow it had happened. It didn't take hours, but it might as well had. His flailing meant nothing on the grip around his neck. His screams being cut off by the pressure. After being killed once by his friend, this should not bother him.

Maybe drawing indifference at the very most. Death meant nothing here. Neither should this.

Why did he look so angry?

L.L. didn't look at Suzaku.

"Enough. Enough, Kururugi. Maybe we shouldn't even try going through with this. Being involved in any sense of the word."

[blackknightsgambit]

@zerosrequiem asked: He sighs, and tucks one strand of hair behind his ear. "Should we talk about what happened? Or do you want a few more days?" (Post Rooted)

L.L. wasn't numb. He's always been acutely aware of how he felt when he felt it. He's been inside his own head for years after all.

This, however was different.

Everything that happened while with that Inn was real. Real enough to keep bruises and minor injuries he's had to deal with while there. The pain was real. The fear was real. The anger is real.

Julius was a cancerous tumor on his soul. He still believed that, but having addressed him did change him. For the better or worse, he didn't know quite yet.

But he was angry.

Furious at himself. For the way he treated the people he cared for. The strangers that tried to help and intervene. He only remembered how Julius felt. How he felt in those moments.

Sadistic. Angry. Exhausted. Haunted. Plagued. Tortured.

L.L. had been avoiding most people while he processed these new emotions in a way that didn't leave them buried in his mental yard. Suzaku had been one of those people.

There wasn't even a moment of consideration before the words slid past his lips.

"No, we shouldn't. Not yet. If "

His eyes were downcast, not at all engrossed in the reading material he had plucked from somewhere.

[blackknightsgambit]

She's surprising him with a kiss to his cheek, looping arms around her husband's waist. Though, she's carrying a bouquet of roses to offer up in front of him.

"There's more to your gift later, but for now you get a taste test." She might be planning a dinner for them, who knows.

He blinks in surprise but a smile easily rests on his features at the sight of her. And then surprise at the roses. He felt his cheeks turn a few shades of pink. Despite feeling like a maiden, he takes the roses.

"Dinner too? You're spoiling me, C.C.."

He tilted his head to give her cheek a kiss in return. Feeling bashful didn't stop him from loving the attention either way.

[blackknightsgambit]

[A small bag of handmade chocolate squares is left for him to find, anonymously]

Had it not been for the fact he found them on his bed, he would've thought they belonged to one of his elusive roommates. There wasn't a tag or card attached to them and it made him frown. Just a bit.

Maybe one of the others left it here by accident? But it was stationed in the middle of his bed. An option invitation for his participation in this little gift exchange...

He plucked the bag up having made his decision. He opened the bag and popped one of the chocolates into his mouth. These certainly were a treat he's known well throughout his years of being popular among his classmates; Homemade chocolates.

There really... was a process of elimination on who left these here, but he could only imagine a green eyed man being too shy to give them to him. Kururugi was a very silly man. He'll have to properly thank him for the gift.