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[duchesse]

» the missing piece.

[writingutensil]

It would be a lie to say that he didn’t feel at least a little bit jilted. Or. Or wait. That actually wasn’t a no. She didn’t really show any signs of refusing; definitely not like how all the other girls he asked reacted. So she must’ve just been thinking on it. The question was asked rather abruptly. And no one said it was bad to take some time to think about life matters, right? So if he just gave her some time, then he’d eventually get his answer, right? Right. This all sounded pretty good to him. At  the very least, he knew not to hound her about the proposal. No, that would just be rude.

Claire’s mulling ended once the bike glided to a halt and he watched the woman walk over to the grass. Curiosity hit a peak and Claire hopped off the bike, took off his helmet, and sat down beside her, landing on the soft grass with a dull thump. 

” ‘s an usual spot for a date, don’cha think?”

[duchesse]

As expected, he soon joined her on the grass and to his question she started, using most - if not all - of her willpower to not sock him one right in the face. Instead, shoulders raised in the pantomime of a sigh, the phone appearing so that she could busily type her reply before presenting the screen to read. 

This is not a date. |

There was a pause and she pulled the phone back, fingers once more pressing upon the keys. Again, the glow of the screen was almost pushed into his face as she attempted to explain herself. 

You wished to have a conversation and I had a destination to get to. If you still desire to speak you have thirty minutes to do so until I will request your silence. |

The phone slid shut and she put it down between them, helmet now shifting so that her attention was focused upon the sky above them. 

[tragicxmonster]

♕ the rebirth of the king. [dead master]

The human world was the last place he expected to wind up after death. Realistically, he should have been burning in Hell. Instead of staining the pallid sand scarlet, choking on grains as his battered body lay helpless, he was now perfectly in tact. Remarkably unharmed after that strenuous battle. All he recalled was watching the crescent moon like he often did, high and mighty over Hueco Mundo as he lay dying in the desert. He had wanted that position, to be king over all. Then he somehow wound up here, ejected from a garganta rift, in fact. Like a great yawning mouth that separated two dimensions, it had opened in the sky.

He would have grudgingly accepted his fate, only a coward feared for his life when he knew it was coming to an end. If he had to die, he would have accepted it like a true warrior. Now he was enraged and perplexed; the arrogant bastard didn’t finish him off, and he was stuck here to watch humans go about their lives.

Grimmjow kicked off of the air itself, his spiritual pressure distorting gravity and allowing him to jump up into the sky. No sign of reiatsu in the vicinity. If he could detect reiatsu, spiritual pressure, from anyone, it meant they had some potential and might be worth the fight. Otherwise, right now he could only see humans moving around like a boring colony of ants. Nothing interesting about their souls. Was the war over? His feet tapped a rooftop with the grace of a feline and he stood watch, calculating. He wasn’t interested in sticking around, he just wanted to know if he could find that shinigami. He lingered for no longer than half a minute, and he was off again. This time he flitted from the sky to the street in half a second, sauntering with his hands tucked in his pockets.

“‘The hell is this?”

[duchesse]

Aahh... the human world. How delightfully... dull. Taking the guise of a human was only somewhat annoying - she had to admit that the girl named Yomi was exactly like her in build, though she was quite weak in appearance. A flimsy wisp of a thing, but Dead Master took it in stride, amusing herself with the quaint little habits humans did amongst themselves. Unfortunately, she grew bored of her game and sought out a new form of amusement - wandering down the many streets that seemed to zig zag throughout the city. 

A noise from above caught her attention and she paused, emerald gaze flicking upwards. She watched the skies with a gaze as intense as any predator's - before reminding herself that she was playing the innocent young school girl - and continued on her way. Still, there was a gnawing in the back of her mind, cautioning her to be on the alert for a possible confrontation. As far as she knew, the other selves were capable of appearing on this plane, and while she did not fear battle, she certainly wasn't about to allow one of them to get the upper hand with her. 

It wasn't until she had rounded a corner did Dead Master actually see what was setting her internal radar off. A man, and a tall one at that - looking positively disgruntled as he seemed to appear from nowhere. While his appearance was... interesting... Dead Master had no interest in squabbling with him. He was not Shooter, nor Gold Saw or Strength which meant he was not worth her time. 

Instead, she continued down the sidewalk - holding that air of indifference as she walked towards his general direction, only to pass a moment later without uttering a word.

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» the missing piece.

[writingutensil]

Whoa whoa. This was just a lot to take in. For instance, that shadow bending? Immortality was one thing and him being God was another, but he didn’t think that he was creative enough to come up with materializing objects out of shadows. 

Actually, it was pretty easy to toss that to the side once she handed him the helmet and showed the message. She was quite the forward girl, wasn’t she! Claire could feel his heartstrings getting pulled and there was definitely the sound of wedding bells off in the distance. Gosh, he was feeling all kinds of giddy now. After putting on the helmet and plopping down on the bike behind the woman.

“So, hey, doll. What would ya say if I asked ya t’ marry me?”

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When she was sure he was secure, she gestured that he should hold on and she sped off, zooming noiselessly between the cars now that traffic had started to pick up again. Of course, she heard his question -- but chose to ignore it, feeling herself regretting this entire encounter. On some level, he reminded her of Shinra and she sighed inwardly at the comparison. The last thing she needed (or wanted) was another overzealous man in her life.

Instead, she focused on her true destination - the very outskirts of Ikebukuro.  The one good thing to come out of all of this was that the sun was beginning it's descent into the horizon. A breeze blew past the two of them and she felt her mood lift. When she was satisfied that they had ridden far enough out, she pulled over, helmet turning slightly to glance to the other before dismounting.

It never actually occurred to her that such a spot could be taken as suspicious - but then again, it wasn't as though she were the type of person to abandon someone on a deserted road either. Besides, he chose to come with her, didn't he? Patting the flank of the bike affectionately, she walked a ways away before setting herself down onto the grass.  

[mentalking-blog]

You think you’re funny now, don’t you? Don’t think because you have an icon of the other half of my most prized OTP, you can just stroll up here…

and shut me up! I worked hard on these open and dammit—

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I can't take you seriously when you have an ass for an icon

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[bodtmarco]

“Don’t you dare.”

A burning glare was shot at the elder’s direction, hopefully enough to dissuade the other male from even bothering to send the picture he’d manage to capture. “I’m on it, just give me a couple of minutes.” And his gaze was settled back on the lit screen, tailing the current CPU in first place. He was so close, he was so close….

Speak of the devil, and the devil shall appear, as they say.

As soon as she stepped in front of the television, he panicked for a short second before quickly pausing the race, about to glare at the interruption. She had dropped the bags on his lap before he could react any further. He knew that look. If looks could kill, hers would have been a sure candidate to murder him right then and there. After all these years of living with his sibling, it could only mean one thing— that he was going to get chopped to pieces if he didn’t smooth talk his way out of a certain death.

“I— I did! I did do them… Which is why I had extra time to play! Y’know, I thought I might as well just spend the time doing something instead of just waiting around doing nothing… Ahahaha….” The blonde’s voice trailed off in an awkward laugh, avoiding those piercing blue eyes that seemed to stare straight through him.

Oh, he was in for it now.

[leremita-blog]

“Try me,” he taunts, and it’s an open-ended challenge, designed to entice Len to accept the bait.

When Len glares at him, Yuuma merely gives him an oh-so innocent smile. But the younger’s gaze is something fierce, something that Yuuma acknowledges, but it just isn’t enough, entirely because it came from a teen who had outgrown his shota phase physically, but not fanbase-wise.

“LEEEEEENNNNNNNN!!”

He’s pretty sure she added a couple of words to follow, but only one member of the Vocaloid family would shout Len’s name in such a divided manner— he couldn’t quite pinpoint if she was excited, angry, or in the worst case scenario: both.

Recalling that Len previously mentioned how he weaseled his way out of a shopping trip with his sister, Yuuma has the hunch that Rin would deal with Len first, and therefore, remains where he is, laughing silently as he watches a scene unfold in front of him.

Say, Len, you really should have been expecting this. He finds himself smiling, somewhat amazed at the tautness of their twin bond. But as he watches, his finger slips against and presses a little too firmly against the send button, and he ends up sending Len’s embarrassing MarioKart picture to most of his contact list anyway. 

“Whoops.” He speaks to particularly no one, but the remorseless expression on his face is enough of a clue.

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Though she was practically boring holes into him with her piercing blue gaze - in truth she wasn't... that... angry with him. Annoyed more than anything. If he didn't want to go shopping with her, he should have just said so! -- Or at least come up with a better lie. Len was pretty terrible at these sort of things, however, so it was to be expected that he would get caught. From behind them, she heard Yuuma mumble something - but it was ignored for the most part. Len was the one that was going to suffer. 

Lips parted in a smile and she reached out to gently pat his head. "Wow! Good for you, brother dear - I'm glad I decided to pick up a present for you at the mall while I was there!" Crouching down, she dug through the pile of bags before removing one, turning away to pick through the articles of clothing inside.

"Ah, here it is!" 

From the bag came assorted accessories, but all of them together composed the same outfit he wore in the video "Magical☆Kitty Len Len". Tossing the clothes to him, she smiled and moved to sit down on the edge of his bed. 

"Guess what we're going to reenact today?" Her gaze flicked over to Yuuma and she nodded to his cellphone. "Can you record with that, or do I need to find the camera?"  

[duchesse]

» the missing piece.

[writingutensil]

She did have a point. And he could be wrong, but it sounded like she was suggesting that they take their conversation someplace better suited for it. Wow, it was almost like she was asking him out! No one ever did that. Claire was beginning to like this girl more and more. 

He reached out and held one of her hands into his. “Yeah, yer right! So let’s get outta here.” He didn’t know his way around here, but that was just a minor problem. 

[duchesse]

Leave, together?

Celty found herself becoming more bewildered with each passing moment. She had just met this man not even five minutes ago and now he was suggesting they go somewhere? Okay, granted she had set up the idea - but it wasn't as though she expected him to take her statement in such a manner. Turning her helmet one way, then the other - she hunched over for a second before using her shadow manipulation to form a second helmet and held it out to him. 

Get on, then. |

If Shinra knew she was about to give a stranger a ride - and a man, no less - Celty would more than likely never hear the end of it. But, she was bored and it was hot; maybe this chance meeting would turn into something interesting. 

[duchesse]

» the missing piece.

[writingutensil]

Claire stared at the phone for a while before looking up at the woman’s face— helmet, he couldn’t really see her face— and then back down at the screen. So she couldn’t speak? But she heard him calling out to her, so this was something sort of like with Chane then? That was a shame, she probably would’ve had a nice voice. 

Well! That didn’t matter! If she could talk through her phone, then she could talk to him. He flashed a smile at her. “Naw, I don’ need anythin’. Just saw ya there an’ I wanted t’ talk to ya.” 

[duchesse]

... He just... wished to speak to her? What on earth for?

Granted, while the lack of a head made it difficult for some to discern what it was the dullahan felt on more than one occassion, body language was easy enough to read if one paid attention - and hers was currently screaming both surprise and confusion. Another pause, longer than the previous one before she, against her better judgement, began typing out another reply. 

A traffic congested street isn't exactly the best place to conduct a conversation. |

[duchesse]

» the missing piece.

[writingutensil]

“It would do you good to learn some tact.” That was how Luck reasoned this relocation. Truthfully, it just sounded like the youngest Gandor wanted Claire to be as far away from him as possible. Which was fine. He could handle humoring his baby brother for a bit. Then again, going all the way to Japan for it was a little absurd. Sure, the Japanese were known for good manners, but couldn’t he do this in Texas or something? Southerners were famous for their hospitality or whatever, right?

He wasn’t making much sense; even by his own standards. It must’ve be the heat. This musty, muggy heat. New York was never like this. In the back of his mind, Claire made a note to make sure that the next world he woke up in didn’t have heatwaves like this. His coat hung limply in his arms as he wandered around the city of… what was it? Ika-something-or-other, in search of finding a place to avoid the weather. Did Luck even arrange a living space for him here? Probably not.

His eyes traveled along the landscape until eventually hitting the crowded road. So taking a taxi was out of the question. Eventually, he spotted woman clad in black leather and balked. As bad as things were for him, it must’ve been worse for her. He glanced back at the traffic. It wasn’t moving much, and he needed something to take his mind off the heat, so talking to the gal couldn’t hurt, right? Right. Claire raised a hand and yelled out, ” ‘ey, toots!” before sprinting up to her.

[duchesse]

To say that the sudden voice caught her off guard was an understatement. No one ever approached Celty unless they were Shizuo and by the sight of the red hair and definitely smaller build - this was no Shizuo. Thinking that he might not have been calling to her at all, Celty quickly faced forward - fingers flexing as she gripped onto the handlebars of her bike. Of course, as soon as he made his approach, it was obvious that he was indeed attempting to grab her attention. 

For a split second, she paused, contemplating what to do. Traffic was still at a standstill so she couldn't ride away from him - but she wasn't particularly keen on the idea of having a conversation either. Finally, when she could not see any other way to tactfully bow out of the conversation - the phone appeared and she quickly typed up a message upon the screen. 

Can I help you? |

Considering he called to her in English, she found herself thankful that she could still speak the language.

[duchesse]

» the missing piece.

A heatwave had hit Ikebukuro - air rippling as the sun beat mercilessly down upon the miles of pavement that stretched between the endless buildings. Even riding at top speeds did nothing to alleviate the sticky pressure, much to Celty's dismay. While she had a tolerance for most things, the heat was beginning to effect even her. She found herself envying Shinra that was away on business - and while the apartment they shared was up to date with central air and the like, she found that in his absence, the dwelling had become too large and too quiet for her liking. 

Thus the impromptu bike ride. There was nothing for her to do, no deliveries to make -- even the rumours of the whereabouts of her head had died down to an inaudible whisper. In the beginning, she had been frustrated - but soon reminded herself that humans were not at all sociable in this type of weather. The best she could do was attempt to quell her boredom and ride as fast as she could - leaving no stretch of asphalt untouched.

Upon reaching the inner city, however, her riding came to a grinding halt - helmet tilting as she watched the traffic condense into a horrible mess. It seemed that unless she wished to drive over the others and their vehicles, for the time being she was stuck. 

How unfortunate.   

[bodtmarco]

“I doubt you’d want to make her mad.” And he leaves it at that, because he has a feeling he shouldn’t delve any further into the subject matter, remembering just a small snippet of Yuuma’s past. Regardless, he’s almost too distracted with the race to truly have a conversation, already ahead of all the other characters.

A feeling of confidence and pure pride courses through him as he remains at the top spot, almost certain that he’ll have a streak of luck and manage to get the star that he so longed for. Unfortunately, this moment of confidence was getting to his head a little too much, racing right into a— the blonde watches with utter horror as his character staggers a bit, the cart spinning around before continuing. A couple of the other characters speed past him in the process.

How ironic.

The younger singer had been so sure of himself, that he’d ended up tripping up on a banana peel, of all things. What a loss of dignity.

Now racing in fifth place, he struggles to catch up with the CPUs, using every single item he can get his hands on in order to slowly but surely crawl his way back up to first. “… This sucks…” Is all he can mutter as his finger continues to press down on the A button as hard as possible, swerving this way and that as if he were really racing down the virtual track. This wasn’t going to go unforgiven.

It’s so on.

[leremita-blog]

“She’s a strong girl,” he simply responds, resigning to watch Len toil away at his game. Yuuma wasn’t one to pursue a chat with Len so distracted, and he saw no need to hinder him from reaching his goal of… What was it… collecting stars? More like “you tried” stars. Nigga, you can’t catch for shit. Boo.

He can tell that Len’s good at MarioKart— he recalls the few times that he tried to play, but maintaining a spot as third was difficult, let alone being first— though he doesn’t know whether to attribute that to wasted hours or to sheer talent. As Len careens this way and that, Yuuma flips his phone out (sleek, shiny, updated, a device well deserving of its android owner), absentmindedly keeping his attention fixated on two things at once.

Though when Len slips on the peel, he makes haste in capturing a picture on his phone.

“Hm, what would Rin say if she knew how low you’d fallen, to slide on the very fruit you cherish so dearly?” A small, devilish grin lights up his features, as he snickers to himself, the phone dangling from his hand, from the edge of the bed. He’s fully aware of how mentally absorbed Len was into the game, to the point where Yuuma believes that if he pushes Len hard enough, he’ll fall into the very television.

“Hurry and get back to first place, or else I’ll send her this picture I took of you slipping on the peel. And who knows, maybe she’ll upload it to her Twitter.” Though he harbors no real negative intent, and probably wouldn’t send it in the first place, he finds no reason not to press send.

[duchesse]

Despite the shopping trip being not nearly as fun when it was just herself, Rin still managed to purchase a good amount - arms ladened with bags as she entered the apartment that she shared with the other vocaloids. Kicking her shoes off to god knows where, she bumped her hip against the door to close it and made her way to her room, pausing outside Len's door to listen to the conversation between her brother and... 

Who was that? Yuuma? 

A brow arched and she was about to continue on when she heard the pink haired vocaloid say her name. Were they talking about her? Did Len weasel his way out of shopping with her to stay here and play video games? Frowning, she took a step backwards - raising her leg up to kick the door open. "LEEEEEENNNNNNNN!! Look at all this stuff I bought!" Completely disregarding the fact that he was concentrating on his race, she skipped right in front of the television and dumped the bags upon his person - leaning down with a smile that threatened bodily harm. 

"Gosh! You must have finished those chores really quick to be sitting here playing video games." Her gaze flicked over to the other vocaloid before she resumed smiling at her twin. "You know those chores that you said you had to do - which was why you didn't go out with me?" 

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[bodtmarco]

The pristine white bed, the Wii sitting next to the large TV, his desktop computer in the corner. It was all as he remembered it, except a lot cleaner. Maybe it was just because he hadn’t stayed here often ever since he’d started his adventure. A lazy stroll around his room confirmed its uncluttered state as he scratched the back of his neck, wondering how his mom had even managed to organize his previously messy room so well. He almost didn’t recognize it as his own at first.

Gold had taken the liberty of paying a quick visit to the town of New Bark, also known as his hometown and the place where many memorable events had occurred. Just thinking back was enough to bring on a tidal wave of memories that brought an unconscious smile to his face.

But enough of that. Back to the present— the raven-haired male happened to be exiting his home, throwing his last farewells behind him to his caring mother. He couldn’t stay long; after all, he had a journey to finish! But he had decided to take a short break from the front lines and travel back to reminisce and make sure that his mother was alright.

A satisfied sigh slipped past the trainer’s lips, as his face lifted to meet the blue sky and glaring sun. It was a surprise it wasn’t windy; wind was a frequent guest in New Bark Town. Regardless, it was basically a perfect day, and it couldn’t make him happier.

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Leaning over one side of her Pidgeot, Kotone peered down at the landscape below - recognizing the familiar signs of her upcoming hometown despite the altitude. With a gentle nudge, the bird dropped down like a bullet - earning a shriek from it's trainer before wings expanded - allowing the rest of the descent to be smooth until they landed upon the ground. With a frown, Kotone smacked the back of the bird's head after hopping off it's back, the annoyance swiftly turning into excitement at being in her home town again. 

Adjusting her hat, she glanced to the entrance to route 29 and smiled. "Do you remember when I first caught you?" She asked her Pidgeot, happy at the nod she received in reply. It seemed like such a long time ago. She was a brand new trainer - inexperienced but eager to complete the task that Professor Elm assigned to her. Speaking of which... 

"Come on guys, if we're here for a visit you might as well all come out!" Tossing her pokeballs into the air, they opened and an array of pokemon now surrounded her, in varying shapes and sizes. " -- Just be careful! Try not to squash anyone - or anything." She should probably go see her mother before heading to the lab - but before she made a move, a familiar figure in the distance caught her attention. 

-- !! 

"Hibiki!" 

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