RE: Pink Composition

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[thebrokenrighteousman]

the smallest coffins are the heaviest

[composing-angel]

thebrokenrighteousman

Donned in jeans and a button down, the kid couldn’t exactly be described as disheveled, but it wasn’t likely that he was employed by this hotel either. Room service, my ass. Unfortunately, it was exactly the fact that he was, as noted, just a child, that made Dean falter. Besides not intending to shoot someone merely for busting into his room, he was a kid. And Dean Winchester didn’t shoot kids.

“Yeah, I got my license the same place you’ve got an employee ID.” Which was to say nowhere, considering it didn’t exist. The boy’s English was surprisingly good, his voice more high pitched yet just a little too calm, a little too smooth, for this to be a first-time offense. He would bet good money that the kid made a habit of sneaking around and breaking in when he saw fit. ( Okay, so Dean did the same thing, but it was part of his job! He protected people. Absolutely not the same thing. ) Besides, the gun pointed dead center between his brows had no effect on the stranger, which raised the hunter’s suspicions even more acutely.

“Gonna tell me what you’re really doing in here?” Though his voice had the same sharp edge, he lowered the gun toward the floor, setting his finger along the side of it instead of keeping it poised above the trigger. So far, this conversation did not require a weapons discharge. And he was hoping to keep it that way.

“Well that can’t be right. This hotel doesn’t offer licenses,” the boy quipped without hesitation as he twirled his hair around his finger. Apparently he was sticking with his lie despite how obvious it was that this stranger didn’t believe him.Believe in yourself, and other people will believe you too.With the gun lowered, the child started to wander slowly across the room. His eyes flickered among the various items strewn about. “Why do you have a gun? Answer me that and maybe I’ll answer you. After all, it’s illegal to own a gun here. I could get you in a lot of trouble just by making a quick call to the police.”

[thebrokenrighteousman]

the smallest coffins are the heaviest

[composing-angel]

thebrokenrighteousman

Dean had fallen asleep on his stomach, arms splayed out beside his head, face half-pressed into the soft pillow. He had hardly bothered to take his boots and jeans off before toppling head-first onto the mattress a few hours prior. The moment Dean hit the bed, he was done - after the long day he’d had, he had no chance in a fight against sleep. But, true to his nature, sleep was an elusive beast for the hunter, and it only remained with him for short spurts of time. Anyway, he only intended to sleep until sometime in the middle of the night, when he would have a better chance to investigate the crime scene.

So only a few hours after passing out, Dean’s eyes slid open slowly as he blinked away the grogginess that had already set in. And although he couldn’t hear a sound, something in his gut stirred, told him to be wary. With a single, fluid motion, he had pulled his pistol from beneath his pillow and gotten to his feet. It only took a couple steps to pad out to the living area of his room, and, just as his gut warned him, he found someone poking around there.

Dean trained the gun on the stranger and — well, there was just a sliver of something within him that said the young man looked familiar, but there was no time to ponder that feeling. Voice low but gruff, he growled, “You wanna explain what you’re doin’ in here?”

The local angel tensed briefly when he heard a voice. Well well, this was unexpected. He had thought for sure this foreigner would be down for another few hours considering he was probably American judging from his choice in language and his accent, which means serious jet lag. But instead of panicking, he merely adopted a smile that would mask any emotion and turned to face the man with a finger curling his hair.

“heh heh heh. Good evening. Don’t mind me, I’m just room service, tidying up for you. Do you have a license for that weapon?” he purred with a satin like voice. He was remarkably calm considering somebody had a gun pointed at him. But more importantly, he was just a boy. A child. He tended to use that to his advantage when dealing with adults. Sometimes, if he was lucky, foolish people had a soft spot for kids that he could take advantage of.

[thebrokenrighteousman]

the smallest coffins are the heaviest

[composing-angel]

thebrokenrighteousman

The longer he stood amongst the crowds of people, the more warm bodies pressed against him from all sides. Dean couldn’t say he was claustrophobic, but the sheer number of people in the area made it nearly impossible to breathe, and certainly to do his job in the first place. He lithely maneuvered through the gathering crowd and made his own swift exit from the train station. With any luck, the station would be much quieter at some odd hour, which would make it much easier to work.

His eyes traversed every face he passed, mostly noting them as tourists or locals. There was a face he only caught a glimpse of, someone he could have sworn had looked at him (or, more accurately, through him), but the person disappeared so quickly he wasn’t sure if he had just imagined it.

With a little more navigating, Dean was able to find the hotel where he’d booked a room. It was a classier than the establishments he tended to frequent, but it was situated well in the area and it was a place for him to sleep, which he desperately needed. He hadn’t exactly caught much sleep since before his flight (there was no way in hell he was sleeping during his flight), and his muscles and mind were beginning to feel heavy, riddled with fatigue. A few hours was all he needed - as nightfall rolled around, he would be up again to do some poking around.

Time was a slow thing to Joshua as he watched the strangers mill about. Over the day, he had mentally marked multiple people to keep a watch on. The ones most notable were the ones that were new to Shibuya and went straight to the crime scenes. Why even bother unless they either knew something or had a sick fetish? Either way, they weren’t good to have in his city.

Ok, so the angel of death may have ended a life tonight, but it was for the sake of Shibuya. Too bad it wasn’t the culprit behind the severing of children.

Now he found himself on the rooftop of a hotel. Another soul he had been monitoring was within....and what an ideal time to snoop. He was foreign, he’d sleep like the dead to get over the jetlag, surely. So Joshua could look through his things and check his agenda. At least, that was the plan.

The angel went in through the window - thanks to his handy wings which made the stories high entrance a simple hop away - and slid inside. For a brief moment, his wings lit the room with a dull light before they vanished. Joshua tuned himself to the real ground and silently walked around to see what he could find.

[thebrokenrighteousman]

the smallest coffins are the heaviest

[composing-angel]

thebrokenrighteousman

It had taken some navigating, and a few wrong turns, but Dean had found the train station the Teke Teke was supposedly haunting. As soon as he walked in, he could sense something unusual about the din of the crowd, a tension and unease settling in the air - something had obviously transpired - so the hunter weaved his way through the throngs of people to get a look. At their center was another body, pretty grisly even for Dean: a young boy, looked to be about in his teens, whose body was in two pieces. The dismemberment appeared surprisingly clean, cuts not jagged as they likely would have been if made by a human hand.

This was going to be a challenge for him, as he had no real access to the law enforcement here. Pretending to be FBI would get him nowhere, so it was going to require some subterfuge and sheer luck to get the kind of information he needed. Fortunately for him, some basic hacking skills had also made their way into his repertoire of tricks, so he was at least a step ahead there.

As he stood poised just at the edge of the crowd (close enough to really see but not so close as to draw unwanted attention), Dean committed as much of the scene as he was able to memory before he inconspicuously snapped a couple pictures with his phone. Brow furrowed and green eyes squinted beneath long lashes as he tried to notice anything out of the ordinary - his kind of out of the ordinary. Slowly, he felt a dull throb start in his temples, pushing its way through his skull. However, he merely chalked it up to the plane ride (which he was still attempting to block out of his memory) and jet lag, rubbing a tired hand across his brow.

Blending into the crowd was easy. Even if he wasn’t on a higher plane, nobody would have thought twice about the boy among the crowd of people. His bored expression as he stared at the corpse was the only thing off, but then, here in his plane nobody could see his imperfect disguise, so that was ok.

The click of a camera caught his ear. There was no sound that could hide from the master of Shibuya, and this one was no different. Joshua looked up, scanning the familiar faces - faces that frequented his Shibuya, and those that did not. Tourists and locals alike he had burned to memory, ingraining their sound into the song that drove Shibuya from the underground. It was the song of the soul that made him furrow his brow at someone in the crowd. He looked like any other tourist. Perhaps European, or more likely American judging by the rather rude practice of photographing a corpse.

Making his way easily through the crowd, Joshua tuned himself to the plane of the living, moving away from the gruesome scene with a mask of worry and horror at the sight his poor boyish heart just witnessed. He passed the American, glancing over his shoulder to commit the face and soul to memory. There was something....off about him.

It looked like a round of stalking was in order.

[composing-angel]

REPOST; NO REBLOG! TAGGED BY @thebrokenrighteousman

General

NAME: Yoshiya Kiryu ALIAS(ES): Pink(y), Gold, Rainbow, J, Joshua, Composer, God, Private Dick Extraordinaire, Josh(Josh), Partner, Angel of Death, Petit Prince, Pretty Boy, Prissy Boy, Giggles GENDER: Male AGE: Usually I appear to be physically 15. Sometimes when I’m feeling particularly musical I’ll appear in my twenties. DATE OF BIRTH: October 4th DATE OF DEATH: April 1st PLACE OF BIRTH: Shibuya Tokyo, Japan HOMETOWN: Shibuya Tokyo SPOKEN LANGUAGES: Japanese, English, French....I’ve had a lot of time and a lot of tourists to learn quite a few different languages. That’s why my game is sold all around the world. ROMANTIC PREFERENCE:  Bi-romantic SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Asexual OCCUPATION: Shibuya’s Composer. I’m kind of a god.

Appearance

EYE COLOR: lavender HAIR COLOR: Ash blonde HEIGHT: 5′4″ (165 cm) SCARS:  not a one. Not even where the bullet went through my skull. BURNS: nope. Ah the perks of being god. OVER WEIGHT: No UNDER WEIGHT: No

Favourite

COLOR: blue, pink, gold HAIR COLOR: red EYE COLOR: Blue SONG: Give Me All Your Love (TWEWY Soundtrack) MOVIE: Tin Pin Slammurai, Return of the Black Slammurai T.V. SHOW: Tin Pin Slammurai FOOD: Definitivo Chili Dog or Shio Ramen DRINK: Viper Drink BOOK: The Hunger Games

Have you

PASSED A LEVELS: yes PASSED UNIVERSITY: yes HAD SEX: perhaps HAD SEX IN PUBLIC: ~ ♥ GOTTEN PREGNANT: no KISSED A BOY: and I liked it KISSED A GIRL: of course GOTTEN TATTOOS: nothing permanent GOTTEN PIERCINGS: no HAD A BROKEN HEART: nope BEEN IN LOVE: Oh absolutely. I love people. STAYED UP FOR MORE THAN 24 HOURS: undeniably.

Are you

A VIRGIN: ♥ A CUDDLER: yes~ A KISSER: heh heh heh SCARED EASILY: not particularly JEALOUS EASILY: mmmm, I don’t like to think so. TRUSTWORTHY:  of COURSE I am, why would you think I wouldn’t be~? (no he’s not) DOMINANT: yes SUBMISSIVE: on occassion IN LOVE: with clothes SINGLE: always

Random questions

HAVE YOU HARMED YOURSELF: Yes THOUGHT OF SUICIDE: yes ATTEMPTED SUICIDE: yes. And succeeded. WANTED TO KILL SOMEONE:  Again, succeeded. DROVE A CAR: no need. HAVE/HAD A JOB: An important one to boot. HAVE ANY FEARS:  yes

FAMILY

SIBLING(S): none PARENTS: dead CHILDREN: no PETS: Neku Sakuraba

[thebrokenrighteousman]

six word story

The smallest coffins are the heaviest.

The plane ride over was a complete nightmare. Dean Winchester had flown only a few times (even if he had only flown once it would have been once too many) and here he was stumbling out of a 13 hour flight halfway across the friggin’ world. 

A few years back, Dean promised a favor to a hunter who’d saved his bacon on a hunt gone south. Well, that favor was called in, and no problems there. But that hunter? He’d up and moved. Not just halfway across the country but halfway across the world - to Japan. And Dean Winchester was nothing if not a man of his word, so he’d gotten on a plane and white-knuckled his way through a couple puke bags, maybe snuck in a shot of whiskey here and there, and made the trip over. 

From what the hunter told him, it sounded like they’d be dealing with a Teke Teke, a Japanese urban legend about the vengeful spirit of a young girl who’d been sliced in half by a train. Legend had it that she sliced her victims in half to mimic her own disfigurement, and young school children were starting to show up dead, cut in half. Pretty gruesome crime scenes, but no leads, no trace of the killer - the usual. And so Dean Winchester found himself poking around Japan to gank a spirit, one who was killing kids. No way he was gonna let that stand (no pun intended). 

[composing-angel]

Japan was a land ruled by spirits, even if its residents didn’t know it. The dead walked among them frequently, sometimes desperate to interact with the world and just unable...and sometimes swarmed by fans who didn’t realize that the dead walked.

Rumors had been going around though, about the string of murders going on, and the local grim reapers weren’t too happy about it. Mostly because it meant more work for them, and a hazard. It wasn’t there fault the girl had lost the game, but she apparently refused to take it lying down.

Joshua Kiryu stood over a victim near Shibuya Station. A large crowd surrounded the sliced corpse in a large circle. The victim, a young boy in a red hoodie, had once upon a time been a player in a game of life or death. He won his chance at life....but now someone else had stolen it away.

Joshua frowned. This was unacceptable.

[composing-angel]

Dream Drop Distance Be Like

Joshua: Since Shibuya is gone and I can't take my Composer form, I should blend in as best possible so not to be noticed.

-Adds new districts, balloons, neon decorations to Traverse Town-

-Knows almost everything the player needs to know about fighting-

-Never attacked by the Dream Eaters-

-Travels between worlds-

-Grows wings and flies away-

Joshua: Nailed it.

[lilliesmainblog]

If you use the tags alot

See what pops up first with these words:

Ass, shit, bitch, fuck, damn

[composing-angel]

Hmmm

You know, it’s been oh so long since I’ve been able to log on, what with all my duties being an unholy deity of death and life, I do wonder if anyone I used to play with is still alive.

[scivious]

memes in the mall

[scivious]

For Nina whom I asked to draw a sarcastic asshole from a specific series and she in return asked me to draw this sarcastic asshole :^)

[kendaspntwd]

[composing-angel]

[composing-angel]

I swear I'm still around

Work Work Work Work Work

If I owe you, I promise I WILL reply. My internet access is just severely limited while at sea. As is my free time.

[saix-in-the-moonlight-deactivat]

Familiar Territory.

[composing-angel]

  Joshua listened to the lunar diviner quietly, taking in not just his words, but his tone as well. This was a serious case of the forget-me-lots.

"Yes yes. That best friend of yours was Axel, if you can recall. Red head. Likes to throw fire at people. But you know, Saix, there is no such thing as ‘normal’. It is a word defined by an individual and various upon person to person. What’s normal to one person is utterly strange to another, so I wouldn’t say you don’t have  a normal life. Just a life. One that’s worth living, and honestly, that’s the only important thing, isn’t it?"

"Now. The about me bit. I am called Joshua. We have a friend in common and I travel in the light. I am also one of the people who gave you one of your pets. A wolf. Gray fur, blue eyes. It was quite some time ago."

[saix-in-the-moonlight-deactivat]

Brows furrowed as his mind chewed on the information given.  Eyes on the ground.  To the right.  To the left.  Lips twisted slightly.  Questionable images sprung into his mind’s eye, confusing him despite their seeming familiarity.  

"I…"  he swallowed back a lump in his throat.  "I’ve read about an Axel in my journals."  Was it the same one?  Even after months of reading he still felt like he was looking in on a stranger’s life.  "I believe I read something about a wolf.  I think it was lost in a fight with Ansem if I recall the words correctly."

He turned and walked a couple paces away.  ”I had a cat.  A couple cats.  And these creatures called Pokemon.  All were killed by Xemnas when he found me.”  One gloved hand pressed against his head.  Didn’t he and Axel have a fight with Xemnas?  Was Xemnas the reason he hasn’t seen his “friend”?  He grit his teeth, pushing back the encroaching thoughts.

[composing-angel]

"My my, your memories really are in shambles if you can't remember your dear little fire starter properly. Heh heh heh. But that's ok. You can just build new memories instead of trying so hard to regain the ones you've lost. Those will come back with time and in the right situation. Going to places you once visited and re-meeting the people you knew will help you remember flashes of memory that you can string together later."

The angel reached into his pocket and stepped closer to Saix as his own pokemon walked over to butt her head gently against Joshua's arm.

"As for that wolf in your journal, you may have lost him in a fight, but he was never really lost. The noise cannot be destroyed. They are just recycled back to me. So...if you wanted him back..." he held his hand out, and in his palm was a black pin with a white wolf drawn on it.

"Do you remember how to use it?"

[composing-angel]

Important Notice - regarding my roleplay accounts

Due to a recent employment opportunity, my level of activity will drop considerably within the next few days. This is due to a soon to be lack of internet connection.

The length of this absence will vary but it can mean that I won't be able to even read replies for up to a month after they are posted.

[akiramons-deactivated20161018]

so i did this thing

[khvanitas]

I did the thing

[melissa-sparx]

I also did the thing

100% accurate

[xigbarpng]

redha confirmed actual xemxigxal trash 2k14

[the-indeed-that-never-was-deact]

And there we see my TWEWY bias showing up. 

[composing-angel]

Is anyone surprised?

[palutenasangel]

composingangel started following you

[palutenasangel]

"No definitely not, we’re more in the business of stopping that kind of thing." Like Reset Bombs and the Aurum. "Although I don’t know what would make a city a "bad egg" I mean there’s always going to be people doing bad and good things, even if it was a city full of villains or something there’s gotta be some good in it."

"Well to be fair, a lot of the soldiers in his army aren’t exactly the strongest. But then again neither are a lot of our armies. I guess in Angel Land it really ends up being more of a battle of the aces."

"Wait, did Hades affect other places? When we found out about other worlds I always assumed only ours was affected. Hmm, well like I said, Hades was going about recycling souls the wrong way, it was wasteful, not to mention selfish."

[composing-angel]

"Heh heh it's not hard to spot a bad egg, my naive little friend. Think about it. Even if that egg has a few good souls in it, if it was destined to destroy and taint all the eggs around it, wouldn't it be better to remove it and save the other cities instead? And don't bother saying you'd figure out a way to save them all because that's your naivety showing. Life isn't that convenient and sometimes there isn't a happily ever after. Just an ending that lets life go on."

To think you could save everything was setting yourself up for disappointment. Life wasn't some comic book fantasy where everything worked out in the end. Death was inevitable.

"Heh heh well let me clarify, Pitty~ Hades wouldn't even send his aces to battle here. One underworld soldier from Shibuya would single handedly wipe out hundreds of Hades' soldiers. The aces wouldn't even bother coming out to play. Heh heh and that's probably because Shibuya recycles souls far more efficiently than your dear dear Hades. And they make stronger monsters here~"

Was Shibuya really that different than Hade's world with the whole taking souls and making monsters? Hard to say when Joshua was being so...Joshua.

"Hades is a god, Pit. You shouldn't limit a god to one world. "