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Kairos Affiliated with Fates Rewritten

[counttheprimes]

Questions [closed @ DIO]

[manifesten]

He was unsure what brought him here. Obviously Dio was not here to confess, he felt that there was no reason to. He had no regrets, none at all. Curiosity is what drove him here. Dio’s gaze fell on the stained glass windows, the statues of the saints that lined some open crevices by said windows. Of course, the main showcase was the standard cross and crucification scene behind the tabernacle. It was quite a sight. The pews lined up in a standard fashion, lined to perfection. It was a rather beautiful sight, why hadn’t he been to a church more often? Well, he had but it did not interest him for too long nor did he enjoy the audience around him.

— Dio found himself in one of those confessional booths. He was sure as soon as he stepped foot in a holy place he’d probably burst into flames, quite literally. But that did not happen which was slightly disappointing. Did he want to burst into flames? Not really. He genuinely wanted to know the power of god. Unfortunately that would come at another time just not now. In this place the children of god were an odd bunch. They were often referred to as ‘flocks’ because their lord was their shepherd. Sheep were a little dull anyways. What a childish thought, he was never thinking of it that way again.

A male’s voice spoke through the screen that separated them, as if he were having some existential crisis. Dio was not here for a confession. Perhaps he could listen and give his two cents to the man on the other side. “I’m not here to confess. You seem to have a lot on your chest. Maybe you’re the one who needs a confession?” He tried to stifle a laugh; it was ironic in several ways. However, he had time to kill. It seemed like his conversational partner had a good head on his shoulders.

Despite the other man’s wordiness he was intrigued, let’s play a little more into this. Dio chimed a response to his mystery priest.

“You started a thought. You should finish it. Also, don’t apologize. I’m sure you’ve heard enough for today.”

[counttheprimes]

For a moment surprise stills any words that Pucci would deliver. He never expected them to listen such sudden, whimsical words. Eyes turn to the direction of the voice slightly familiar... He can't trace track it to anyone specific just yet but it seems to hold a calming effect.

Finally a chuckle escaped Pucci. It seems that it was a good choice to speak out for once. Perhaps by a chance or maybe....

"Hm. I suppose. People tell me I think too I think too much or give me boring answers..."

"...well, I'd rather do that than not think at all like many seem to do."

For now he would refrain from taking a better look at his guest and simply concentrate on the thoughts quietly spinning inside his head. He nods to the other's words before realizing the other can't see him doing that. 

"Pardon me, I wouldn't have expected you to listen but... fair enough" he admitted,  "although, I'm afraid I have less answers than questions... but very well... Where was I..."

He pauses to gather his thoughts better to be able to present them in clearer manner. 

"....ah yes a purpose. Take any event in a persons life - what kind of purpose does any kind of injustice serve? A punishment? Or a test from God...?" he slowly starts to unravel thoughts, "I've been thinking if they are there to lead us somehow. Then perhaps... If it's a punishment it should be taken as a push to the right direction."

"And well, that if that is a push to some direction. Then that direction should be somehow predetermined shouldn't it...? But then what is a right direction...?"

He pauses again. It'd be calming - to have a destination of some kind. There would be a meaning to mistakes he might make.. A pleasant thought somehow... Although it would be even more pleasant to know about it.

He falls to silence again for a while.

"....it's still an incomplete thought, I'm afraid", he finally says aloud, "I apologize, somehow I haven't been able to come to a clear conclusion. More generally speaking... I feel this world lacks something. I'm only a little disappointed I suppose." 

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[counttheprimes]

[text] My dick just got serenaded. (ok I'm laughing)

"…."

Seeing the message Pucci knows exactly what to do - he doesn’t even have to check Bible. All it takes is one tap on the phone screen…..

NUMBER BLOCKED

[counttheprimes]

Questions [closed @ DIO]

"I apologize", he starts, "for I am about to say something selfish... It has been a long day."

Granted it's part of the path he has chosen himself to listen them but today he has been sitting in confessional than ever before. They come to him with their petty concerns - about their love life, friendships... Perhaps about thieving in a shop or small matters like these. Rare are the days when Pucci gets to discuss about things that interests him. About the thoughts that run inside his head.... Surely a God wouldn't mind if he stepped aside the path to rest for a moment? 

"I understand that you may have come here with a mind that is possibly heavy with the worries... But could I listen to your concerns earnestly if my own mind is riddled with my own? Will you not lend your ear for a moment?"

His back is facing towards the lattice, eyes towards the cross on the wall before him. In truth he doesn't expect the visitor will listen to him. Perhaps they'll give him the usual 'I don't know' or pretentious, boring philosophies and eventually turn the subject back on themselves.... That's how it usually passes when he tries to instigate a conversation that delves deeper under the surface...

"In this world.... Do you not think there is injustice in it? The disappointments that we face every day.. As small as they may be... What kind of purpose do they serve?"

"If, for example, someone is taken too early, at young age.... What kind of purpose does that serve? Is it a punishment...?"

He leans forward to his hands that are cradled together on his knees. The words are dropping from his mouth faster and faster. The focus that he has is heavy and for a moment it seems like the person behind the lattice has been forgotten. 

Priests returns to the moment with a heavy sigh and shakes his head. Silence fills the air - it's given the visitor would be confused. He shouldn't have expected anything else... Clearing his throat a moment Pucci straightens his back and turns to face the person if only from the corner of his eyes still not concentrating enough to recognize the figure.

"....no, I apologize, I was out of line. I shouldn't have said anything."

  "Let us forget about that... What brings you here?"

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frw meme ♒ 001

Alpha: How have you au’d your character to fit the setting?

Beta: Does your character live in Kairos or Palaria? Is there a reason for you choosing the place that you have? 

Gamma: In terms of regaining memories, what’s the one thing you can’t wait for your character to get back?

Delta: Is your character’s profession different than it was in canon? If so, what is it? 

Epsilon: Do you feel like your character is living a better life now that they’re au’d, or did they lead a better life in their original universe.

Zeta: Does your character have a specific place they like to spend their time at?

Eta: Where’s their least favorite place to go and the reason why they dislike going there?

Theta: What does your character’s normal day go like? 

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[2] God's Word - intro! open!

[pigdazzling]

She would have just left with a few words of scorn and another laugh if it hadn’t been for his response back to her. She hadn’t expected anything to come from him; that initially angered her, then, it intrigued her. She had been approached by religious people before, them trying to ‘correct’ her behavior. Each time she had given a smart remark to their attempts, and they typically left in silence. Being called a ‘child’ and being talked back to was something new.

She stopped, and let him continue his actions. In doing so, she watched him carefully. He seemed so tired, as if he had had an incredibly long day, and was in no mood to put up with anyone’s bullshit. She could understand that. Didn’t people like him stand around all day handing out such meaningless pamphlets? That could make anyone go crazy, but she thought holy people had an image to upheld.

She did not resist when he thrust the pamphlet onto her, and she took it with a critical expression. She analyzed the text and pursed her lips in annoyance. It was all the same spiel she’d heard before. What a waste of time. Did anyone really believe this crap anymore? She thought that the man infront of her probably didn’t.

Which, in her mind, made this guy just one big hypocrite.

Getting up, she grabbed her things and the pamphlet and went to face the priest again. She wouldn’t move on until she was satisfied.

“Hey, you’re leaving? What if I have questions about all this stuff? Are you just going to leave me hanging? Isn’t that against your people’s policies, or whatever?”

While she intended to make him turn around, she really and no questions about the pamphlet or his religion. She just wanted to pester him, push his buttons maybe. Her tone made that obvious enough.

[counttheprimes]

 It soon turns out that he isn't to be granted with the luxury of being by himself just yet. Only few steps and the child appears in front of him again with set of questions with clear purpose. She should deserve a slap or two.... His mind traces few first primes to prevent his hand from raising. 

What sort of reaction should he offer to her so that she remove herself? Getting angry was unlike to shoo her off - it seems to be what she wants in the first place. It seems that being on his best behaviour seems to be for the best. Perhaps if he'll do that she'll grow bored and give up. He can't quite help his eyebrows declining slightly but for other than that his face is blank.

"Your reaction had me assume you were not. I apologize if I were wrong but to speak so rashly you should have at least assumed so much. You can't blame me for your own behaviour."

"If you truly have questions then please do go on with them, I'll answer with the best of my abilities."

Well, he doubts she'll give him anything intelligent to discuss. He'll draw a line somewhere, of course but for now he's still unsure what to do when she crosses it. For starters it would be good to see how stubborn she'll prove herself. 

[twmiddlefinger]

"just let me die"

He didn’t even know this guy.

During the time he lived in the city, the whole year and a few months now, he’d never seen him before. Through all the days of walking the streets and with all the hours on clock of working in the record store watching both the customers and outside world pass. He’d never met him. Never seen his face. Except for today.Why he’d gone outside, he didn’t know. Maybe it was because the day looked promising, nice in the aspect that he could enjoy it. Or maybe it was because of some weird fate that had subtlety ordered his being to venture from his apartment. Whatever it was, destiny or not, he’d gone. Out the door. Down the steps. Across the street to the ice cream parlor and next to some dude who was easily twice his size and could probably pop his head off without even trying. What had happened had come quick. So quick that he hadn’t even noticed it at first. As the line had moved and he had stepped forward to the register, he’d run into warmth,actually, the shirt of another’s back. In between that time point, somewhere along three to five seconds, there’d been some sort of noise. A splat to be exact. The kind of splat that all men and women knew and was one of the most heartbreaking of them all.Someone’s ice cream had fallen.When his form had come into contact with the bulky, totally over-shaped man that had been in front of him, there’d been a collision course. The momentum of the crash had caused the other to fumble a bit with his hands, slip slightly with a finger and then watch as his purchase had gone hurdling to the shop’s surface. The sound that probably only he and Craig himself had heard, was the death of the treat. The demise of the creamy strawberry, chocolate cake ice cream. The beginning of a tragedy.

As the silence broke the chatter and the whole store began to grow quiet in interest as to what would happen, the cynic turned his gaze from the fallen soldier to its commander; eyebrows coming into a slight furrow as to brace for a hit. To his surprise however, and most likely the whole crowd’s, the only movement that was made was a roll of broad, toned shoulders, and a small, almost bare whisper of,

"Just let me die."

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Headcanon words!

Send me a word, any word at all, and I shall write a headcanon related to it!

[pigdazzling]

☑ im crying too

perfect!

[counttheprimes]

byakuya togami, celestia ludenberg!

"...you're not trying to insinuate something with these questions, are you?"

[Im laughing but yeah answered these just now]

[counttheprimes]

( Byakuya Togami and Celestia Ludenberg. )

Are you a good liar?

"Only as good as impel me to be."

"I don't like lying but what can you do.... Some people are just not capable of handling the truth."

Do you often look down on others?

"Do I seem like I do? Of course not."

"I observe things as they are. If I have lesser opinion of another then I do have my reasons. Priest or not everyone is entitled to have their own thoughts don't you think?"

[The answer is yes, im still figuring out how i make pucci's au work with this (kinda make it seem it's softer but...it's not...???)]

[counttheprimes]

Put one/some Dangan Ronpa characters' name(s) in my ask

Makoto Naegi/Nagito Komaeda: What's something in your life that could have only been made possible through sheer luckiness? If so, what?

Sayaka Maizono: Would you say you're good at singing at all?

Leon Kuwata: Was/Is there something you were good at but wanted to drop for something else? If so, what?

Kyouko Kirigiri/Hajime Hinata: Are you forgetful?

Byakuya Togami: Do you often look down on others?

Aoi Asahina: Any sport you excel at?

Kiyotaka Ishimaru: Do you often take the lead of things in a serious manner?

Touko Fukawa: Do you enjoy books? Reading or writing them?

Mondo Oowada: Have you ever been considered a delinquent by anyone? If so, why?

Sakura Oogami: Are you often mistaken for someone of the opposite sex due to looks, hobbies or anything else?

Hifumi Yamada: Do you consider yourself an Otaku?

Celestia Ludenberg: Are you a good liar?

Yasuhiro Hagakure: Tell us about one instance where you had your fortune told and what the teller saw.

Junko Enoshima: Do you ever compare yourself to the people you see in magazines?

Chihiro Fujisaki: Are you a shy person?

Teruteru Hanamura: Do you cook/Are you good at cooking?

Mahiru Koizumi: Can you post a photo of yourself? (Alternative if you're not comfortable with the first option: Do you enjoy taking pictures? If so, what of?)

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu: Have you ever made up your own "gang" just for fun?

Ibuki Mioda: Play any instruments?

Chiaki Nanami: Do you play a lot of video games?

Nekomaru Nidai: Are you good at managing things?

Akane Owari: Do you enjoy gymnastics?

Peko Pekoyama: Are you trained in wielding any sort of weapon?

Hiyoko Saionji: Do you dance?

Sonia Nevermind: Have you ever been spoken to as if you were royalty?

Kazuichi Souda: Are you good with machines?

Gundam Tanaka: Do you have any pets?

Mikan Tsumiki: Are you trained in First-Aid?

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