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|| jESUS ||
┄ ☣ What... What did they just wake up to?
┄ ☣ It seems as though the deity has begun playing some game on his phone. Huh.
The Great Yatogami
who's 'hirai' that's mentioned in the tags?
Regret that’s who
My muse hasn't slept for days. Send 🛏 for your muse to drag mine to bed
Kazuma and Bishamon ☆ for anonymous
|| Tag Dump 2.0 !! ||
|| This song highkey reminds me of Eki !! || || In other news, I’ll be redoing the tagging system later, so expect some brand spanking new tags! ||
@rexklessabandon replied to your post: ┄ ☣ It seems as though they’ve taken to...
Worried God is worried! “Eki?”
┄ ☣ Shit. Hide it. Lie. Make an excuse. Run. ❝ I-It’s - It’s nothing, Hi-Hitochi, I-I’m - um - I-I’m fine! ❞
┄ ☣ It seems as though they’ve taken to crying in the corner. Oh dear.
[ SCARY GOD ]:
This ｍｅｅｋ and meager slip of a god who had so huddled within the absolute sanctity of her shrine looked as if he was used to being protected his entire life. His slender frame painfully tensed with a purely defensive stature, shrieking his utter fear without so much as him needing to say a single word. The other god looked as if he wanted nothing more than to curl up within himself to make himself even tinier still. It was easy to hear the wavering tone, the tide of fear within his quiet voice each time he managed to speak aloud, or to see the way his very hands so violently trembled as he grasped onto his bow for tightly, as if it were his only lifeline in this tangled mass of chaos and hell. Pathetic….Fury rose up at his sheer cowardice.His fumbling panic, his lingering doubt, his blatant hesitation. None of that mattered to the goddess. Not a single scrap of it was her concern nor her business. The only thing that Bishamon centered her very focus on was those in front of her. She preferred to turn her attention to the writhing, shrieking, creatures before her, rather than the timid boy she’d turned her back upon coldly. If he so wished to stand there, all but crying out of terror, waiting for the ayakashi to turn him into fodder, then that was just as well. She was not cutting them down to protect him. As a god of war, as one whom reigned over the just and effectively slaughtered all evil, it was merely Bishamon’s duty.
He was not her concern. Or that was what she had told herself. Yet a meager shower of raining arrows had soared past Bishamon, quite a few hitting their intended targets, rending phantoms to ashes. Yet the last few shots had missed the ayakashi altogether by a good margin. Irritation crawled up the blonde’s spine hotly, and she found herself being utterly frustrated and fed up with his simpering actions. His reason for even being here in the first place was one that she hoped was, at least, good. It was merely his ill luck that he chose her shrine to cower in, that the stranger had ended up crossing paths with a fiery tempered god of war on a day when she was in a rather bad mood to begin with.
Leaping through the air, she had spun around, heaving the weighty sword within her slender hands to rip through phantom after phantom mercilessly, brutally. They tore asunder beneath her blade easily. The afternoon air, which had been so plagued with the buzzing swarm of them, was beginning to, at long last, clear. There were only but a few of them left, screaming in a pitched rush as they roared towards her. Yet their movements were one she had evaded smoothly, cutting them down with ease, one after the other, until the sky was clear, the air filled with no more with their very last, gasping, dying, wails agony as they decaying away into ashes and dust.
Landing gracefully upon her feet once more, Bishamon had set her great sword down, recalling her Shinki’s name as her blade vanished in a blinding flash of light.
“Return, Yugi.”
Furious, simmering, violet hues snapped down, falling upon the other god’s quivering frame. Striding over, the goddess had snatched the collar of his shirt roughly with one hand, intent on making sure he would not turn tail and slip away now that every last phantom had been slain.
“Just what are you doing here anyway? Why were you hiding in my shrine? For your sake, I hope your answer is a good one.”
┄ ☣ Oh no. Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. No, no, no. No. No. He had to be hallucinating. He must have been out of his mind, out of his range, out of his senses - but no, no, the god before for him had actually picked him up - and so effortlessly - oh no, no, no, he was dead, wasn’t he? This was to be the the last thing he saw - the furious, violet optics of a brutal god glaring back at him, her hand tight around the collar of his shirt. Oh - Oh no, oh no, his shinki would witness his death, surely they would. They would see their master be torn limb from limb, muscle from muscle, bone from bone - and there would be nothing they could do about it. Or, at the very least, if they tried - if they tried - Oh no! No, no, no, that would be even worse! Perhaps he could have came back, he may have had enough faith from his followers to do so - but his Shinki could not return if they were to be destroyed. They could not see the sun again, they would not see him again - and it would all be HIS fault. Yet again, yet again, yet again, yet again, yet -
┄ ☣ Was that his heart roaring in his ears, or was that the furious call of death, beckoning him towards its embrace once more? Was he imagining the quickened pace of his feeble lungs and the frantic quivering, or was that real? Was he truly - His lungs cut off his sensible, yet terrified, thoughts. They felt as though they threatened to burst from his chest, to rip apart his own heart with their terrified motions. Oh - They would likely be torn out, he realized. By the war god’s nails, or perhaps by her teeth - oh, that’s right, they were brutal deities, weren’t they? Barbaric in nature if his assumptions were to be correct - hadn’t that been why he avoided the shrine so diligently? He had neglected the path around the shrine for so long, for so many years - and now here he was, being held up by the owner of death itself.
┄ ☣ His gaze darted from the god to his bow, back to the god, back to his bow, as if considering what he could do. He could have tried to shoot her - oh, but war gods were impervious, weren’t they? Yes, surely their skin was made of molten metal that clutched his collar. Their nails must have been sharp enough to cut steel, their teeth filed enough to tear through shinki and god alike. Shooting the god before him would do no one any good - she would likely reincarnate - oh, and then he would be truly dead. Utterly, truly, immorally dead. No - He couldn’t shoot her, he couldn’t. Rather, the god barely parted his lips, his voice just above a murmur once he spoke.
┄ ☣ ❝ S-Suz-S-Suzu! ❞
┄ ☣ In a flash of light, there she bowed, her caramel hair bouncing with the slightest movement. There was his confident, his best friend, his oldest Shinki - his caretaker from birth to rebirth… and she may have bore witness to his death twice if he did not play his fragile, glass cards right. The shinki held her head high when she straightened, her hands folded behind her back, her gaze embalmed on the quivering form of her master - and the one who held him tight. If things were to go wrong, she was to grab the notebook from his coat pocket, call the crow to her side, and run, just as fast as she had the first time he died.
┄ ☣❝ P-Plea-Please - Please, ple-please, I - I - Please don’t - P-Please dr-drop me, I - You’ll - I don’t - I-I had n-no-no in-inte-intention of - uhm - of thr-threatening o-o-or stea-stealing, I - I just - I - I wanted - I didn’t - I didn’t wa-want t-to die - Y-You’re shr-shrine was-was-was the-the closest, I -❞ Was the world spinning, or was it just him?
┄ ☣ ❝ T-The vent - The - The ve-vent opened and-and I - I hid a-and-and-and a-and then you came and-and I - I would - I woul-would never e-ever g-go near you-your shr-shrine if - if I didn’t ha-have a cause, y-you’re - you’re terrifiying - ❞ No! ❝ I - I mean t-t-t-t-t-terrifying i-in a - uhm - er - a-an er fl-flattering w-way - P-Please don-don’t ki-kill me, o-or if y-y-you d-do, don’t - Please d-don’t hu-hurt my sh-sh-shinki !! ❞ His eyes were beginning to sting - Don’t cry, idiot! Don’t you dare cry! She’ll kill me if I cry!
"No one here deserves to die."
HEATHERS: THE MUSICAL || accepting !!
┄ ☣ Did he think the young god didn’t know that? Did the exemplar - an incredible example of a shinki - did he think the god was clueless? No - surely not, definitely not. Then why - he questioned - why would he ask that if he knew the answer to it? No - He couldn’t blame Kazuma for stating a fact, otherwise, he’d have to blame his shinki too.
┄ ☣❝ It’s my duty, Kazuma-san. ❞ A soft spoken response, Ekibio’s eyes looking anywhere but to the exemplar. To the woman with her child in a stroller, oblivious of the danger lurking just a few feet away. To the man with his head tucked to his chest, his eyes examining the feed from his phone. To anyone but the suited spirit before him. ❝ Good people, normal people, they never deserve to die in my views. ❞ If they did, it would be much harder for him to function. ❝ But my views don’t matter for a job. ❞ I’ve been working on this for months.The plague, the new and improved flu that would ravage the human system just enough to draw attention back to his existence to pray for mercy.
┄ ☣ ❝ I have to get prayers somehow. This... This just so happens to be ‘somehow’. ❞
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Heathers: The Musical Roleplay Starters
"We could be beautiful."
"Just not today."
"I pray for a better way."
"You've got a bone to pick?"
"You've come so far!"
"I'd normally bite your face off."
"I'm feeling nice."
"Seems every time I'm about to despair, there's a seven eleven right there..."
"Don't open a vein, just freeze your brain!"
"I could change my name and ride up to Seattle."
"I'm a dead girl walking."
"Sorry, but I really had to wake you."
"See, I've decided I must ride you till I break you."
"You're my last meal on death row."
"Shut your mouth, and lose them tightie-whities!"
"No sleep tonight for you, better chug that Mountain Dew."
"Yeah, we're damaged, really damaged, but that does not make us wise?"
"Your love's too good to lose."
"I wish your dad were good."
"I wish grown-ups understood."
"I wish we'd met before they convinced you life was war."
"No one here deserves to die."
