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" The winners write history and the losers are wiped from it. "

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sinking ships

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to: akashi

from: midorima

[TEXT] I’ve received several cold cups… the prices are also too high if matched to the quality of the drink.

[TEXT] Takeout? Oh, I don’t mind. We can use any leftovers for dinner, as well. What strikes up the need?

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TO: Shintarou

FROM: Akashi

[TEXT]:  Then perhaps you should go elsewhere.

[TEXT]:  Yes, I suppose that's true. Simply a change, that's all.

[TEXT]:  I've spent the past few days having lunch with my father and his colleagues to discuss business matters. I guess you could say it's gotten a bit old.

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sinking ships

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to: akashi

from: midorima

[TEXT] Ah, well. If you’re not busy then perhaps we can do something today. If you like.

[TEXT] Lunch? Coffee? Both, I’m not picky. Though I’m tired of the campus brand at this point. 

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TO: Shintarou

FROM: Akashi

[TEXT]:  That's fine, then.

[TEXT]:  I'm afraid I can't say I share your concerns over the campus's coffee. I haven't tried it.

[TEXT]:  Shintarou, I understand this may be a strange request coming from me, but would you mind takeout? 

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sinking ships

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to: akashi

from: midorima

[TEXT] Well that’s more time than you’re typically allotted then if you have the time to stop by. I appreciate that, given the circumstances.

[TEXT] … No, there’s not a point, I’m only curious. You can offer and refuse help however you see fit. 

[TEXT] What are you doing after your father’s meeting?

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TO: Shintarou

FROM: Akashi

[TEXT]:  A bit, I suppose. Ah, I don't mind. It gives me a reason to avoid responsibilities briefly. 

[TEXT]:  I see. Yes, I know I can. That wasn't the question, after all. 

[TEXT]:  Nothing in particular. 

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sinking ships

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to: akashi

from: midorima

[TEXT] Right. I’ll try not to keep you waiting.

[TEXT] It’s unusual that you help me like this at all you know… Do you have an abundant amount of free time today? 

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TO: Shintarou

FROM: Akashi

[TEXT]:  Is it? I hadn't noticed.

[TEXT]:  Not necessarily. I had morning classes and I have a meeting with my father in an hour.

[TEXT]:  I fail to see the point, Shintarou. Should I not offer help whenever I see fit?

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sinking ships

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to: akashi

from: midorima

[TEXT] I’d rather you put them back as they were, yes. There’s always the chance that they’ll be of use later on. Thank you.

[TEXT] … On second thought. I don’t mind the insurance that comes in hand with using my notes… I suppose.

[TEXT] I suppose I will be late after all. Don’t leave yet, I’m on my way. The courtyard, right?

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TO: Shintarou

FROM: Akashi

[TEXT]:  I suppose. Good luck then, Shintarou.

[TEXT]:  Pardon?

[TEXT]:  Of course. That was my point in the beginning, after all. 

[TEXT]:  You did say you would be lacking in punctuality today. Just meet me in the parking lot, Shintarou, and don't make me wait too long.

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If nothing else, the new-found change gave way to a larger playing field-- an overhead view of his own fingers teasing the edges of pawns and generals, lining them up at the front lines and watching them fall as easily as they rose. It wasn't that he had any intention of setting forth a rapture, per se, but that he was preparing for one. (He hooks his knuckles around worn heartstrings and tugs them back into place; bonds he'd nearly forgotten about, until their role revealed itself-- the Mukamis were among those, and he had every intention of playing his cards right. The inexplicable change was not for naught, he knew-- best to be prepared, no?)

TO: AZUSA FROM: AKASHI

[txt]: Azusa.

[txt]: You're doing well, I hope?

[txt]: I meant to ask if you and your brothers had somewhere to stay for the time being. I'd be more than willing to accommodate, if need be.

Call it a precaution, perhaps (--lining his pawns up and waiting for his own divine intervention to decide their fates). 

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sinking ships

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to: akashi

from: midorima

[text] There is no need for that Akashi, save yourself the trouble.

[text] My horoscope has informed me to perform with a spontaneous outlook today for preferable consequences. My lucky item is also a piggy bank and my weakest attribute for the day is my punctuality. 

[text] That behind said, I will be doing my presentation without the notes.

[text] But thank you for the consideration, I suppose.

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TO: Shintarou

FROM: Akashi

[txt]:  Excuse me?

[txt]:  Ah. Then I'll leave them on your desk once I return home. Unless you'd prefer I simply disposed of them altogether.

[txt]:  Of course.

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sinking ships

TO: Shintarou

FROM: Akashi

[txt]:  You forgot your presentation notes.

[txt]:  I'll meet you in the university's courtyard in five minutes and no later.

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Introducing the mun:

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Name or nickname: Carsyn Twitter handle: @ fujisakee Gender: Nonbinary (they/them pronouns) Sexual Orientation: Asexual Fandom(s): Sports anime hell, some video games, various animes involving gang wars apparently Muse(s): Akashi Seijuurou, Roxas, Kise Ryouta, (with Souji Seta on reserve) OC friendly?: Yeah! Multi-fandom friendly?: Yeah x2! Will you ship your muse with any sex?: It depends on the muse, but usually! (I don't think I've had a muse with an orientation that would prevent this in a while, so basically yes!) Are you open to SFW rp?: Mhm! Are you open to NSFW rp?: It depends! I'll do gore/violence, but I'm not yet up for publicly rping sex/etc. Can people come up and start a conversation with you?: Yeah, of course! Gathers everyone into my tiny bird arms.. friends.. Can they be your friend?: Definitely! Looks at my arms.. my tiny bird arms full of friends.. smooches their foreheads gently

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cemetery gaits | mini event & eight

Akashi is a helix of curved edges and practiced lines, crooked smiles that drag out for miles and never quite find their end (an intricate mess of words that poke and prod like teeth, grazing spines and tugging at weaknesses -- politics required control, and he had enough to spare).

There's a tidal wave of masses ready to crumble at his feet like the walls of Babylon, slowly but surely playing into his hand, even if they're unaware of it; wraps strings around his fingers with ease and tugs them all into position -- it's a game, he knows; they've simply yet to realize it. (The dance floor's a wooden shogi board and the ever-twirling couples are the pieces, dropped into place and moving with the bend and break of his fingers.) 

It's a rare moment, to be left to the sidelines to analyze his next move (he's been caught up in the whirlwind of diplomacy for slowly passing hours, and the weight of it all is beginning to feel like an anchor -- a slow sinking ship), but he appreciates it, nonetheless. Too much champagne and tampered punch is causing a reckoning to unfold -- semisweet royalty plucked from their thrones and flushed rosy with regret, a lack of control that makes him sick to the core.

(If anything, he will be his own downfall.)

With a grace akin to a predator, he takes steady strides over to the refreshments table, glancing over one of its occupants with an unwavering gaze (studying, observing, pinpointing). Tilts his head as he fingers the rim of a punch glass, smiling over at the other boy (sleek and steady; the calm before the storm).

"I do hope you're taking caution."

"It'd be a shame to see you fall into the trap the rest of them have."

(He tangles spider webs through his fingers and hopes he falls into his, instead.)

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death rattle | mini event & hans

The rain pitter patters against the glass in trailing spider veins when his father adjusts his tie and offers an ultimatum -- and he takes it (of course he takes it; excellency in all areas, that's how he was raised). His father plucks him from the ground with fists that demand purpose and shuffle him onto the front lines, sliding a Gold General into place -- to always, always protect the King.

The ball is uneventful at best, for lack of a better word.

He's shaken hand after hand, lost Midorima in the drunken haze of the crowd, and twisted and tweaked the corners of his smile to perfection (but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't feeling the ache of boredom weighing down on his joints). In the end, he's soon to realize why his father sent him, like a sheep meant for slaughter, instead of properly attending on his own. They both always had had a way of getting ahead, he supposes -- claws and teeth dragging through others' cores and weaknesses, shoving others to the front lines in last ditch efforts at holding their heads high (at winning).

Akashi spends enough time lingering at edges and taking comfort in the quiet of the veranda, but he did have promises to keep, after all. (Hand shakes, business deals, reassurances -- an intricate web he weaved through the tips of his fingers and passed off to is father like an offering at the altar.) 

However, the second he reenters from stage right, he catches his shoulder on another figure. Turning to face them, he could almost say he was surprised (but an itch beneath his top layer of skin tells him otherwise).

"My, my."

"A Westergard, no?" 

(He's heard of them through trails of ink and word of mouth, his father's fingers tapping names and faces into his skull in preparation for a future to come -- a burden to carry; Atlas held the world, and he's destined to hold the entire universe in the palm of his hand.)

He smooths out a smile and removes a hand from his pocket without missing a beat, offering it to the other man.

"Akashi Seijuurou. Perhaps it rings a bell."

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false cross | mini event & onceler

There are times, small but vaguely noticeable, when the porcelain around his shine cracks ever so slightly -- small creases carved out of applied pressure. (Gods lack imperfections, he says when he promotes his gold general in one, precise move; he wonders if it was a premonition.) Here, in the midst of a crowd that tugs and pulls like the ebbing of waves, he feels his grip slipping -- (a sense of calm tripping over his fingertips after too many nails scratching at his gold and too many handshakes following the same, bitter sentences).

The next handshake, however, will carry a lot more weight, he expects.

His father's been expressing interest in the Once-ler for as many weeks as he could remember, and there was no better time than now to shuffle his son off into war and place him at the front lines of entrepreneurship. (Truthfully, Akashi doesn't mind all that much -- he's been planning for the future since the moment he got even the slightest hint of it; from the second he wrapped white knuckles around it and strangled it into submission.)

Wandering eyes fall over him like he's a sheep meant for slaughter, but he knows better. Not a sacrificial lamb, but the maw of a wolf, opened wide and ready to devour -- hollowed out cheekbones and fading baby fat that deceive, but one eye infused with gold for the color of his crown (and one red for the blood he'll spill to keep it).

He wades through the crowd with ease, chin tilted towards the ceiling and shoulders set back, the Akashi name carved into every visible part of him. In the end, the Once-ler isn't hard to spot -- he's the host, after all. He glances him up and down once, twice, three times, and files away his appearance for a later date -- because predators always remember their strongest prey.

Akashi slips past various bodies with a polite nod and offers a small smile up to the other man (never revealing all his teeth, never showing all his cards) when he reaches him; offers a pale hand to him and calmly pursues,

"I don't believe we've met, but I hear my father has taken quite an interest in you."

"I do apologize for his absence; however, I'll be filling in for him."

                                       (Black King to 3i.) 

"Akashi Seijuurou."

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divine kind | mini event & midorima

Often, he loses himself in the hint of gold hollowing out his eyes with a hidden Midas touch; the brush of stardust across his knuckles that makes him feel godlike. (Often -- he swallows reminders like knives, and shallowly forgets them before he manages to bleed out.)

(Midorima, himself, is a reminder that he is exceptionally, exceedingly human.)

A ball is, truthfully, not the first place he'd like to be on a night like this -- crescent moon curving its edges in the same manner he twists a slight smile; however, his father insisted (and he was nothing if not a centurion of war, plucked from the starting lines and crowned general, king, emperor). In the end, he asks Midorima to attend over a game of shogi. 

("Your father's already sending you as his scapegoat?" A smile. "We start young.")

Nimble fingers adjust a tie, smooth out the lines of a dress shirt, pluck at the corners of his smile until he is a sea of calm; a smoothed over demeanor that settles and stills with an overabundance of control. No matter the situation, he drops his pieces onto the board, and slides them into place with a resounding -- click.

(He's lost Midorima somewhere between the affluent handshakes and cocksure smiles, the champagne-flushed cheeks and too many men willing to spill blood for thrones -- he's one of them. He doesn't falter; wandering stars always find their way back to the sun.)

Akashi is leaning over the veranda's balcony, tapping Bach's Solfeggietto (Shintarou played it for him once, twice, three times maybe) into the marble and praying for a rapture to bring the occupants to their knees -- (he smiles when he remembers: he is the rapture; the beginning and the end).

The sound of footsteps hollows against marble and he tilts his head, just slightly, to offer a small smile to Midorima.

"Shintarou."

(He can see the distaste brimming at the corners of his eyes and the venom balanced precariously on his lips, and then he sees the reluctant silence that follows.)

"I do hope I haven't caused you too much trouble in bringing you here."

[imayoshis]

In this world, winning is everything. Winners are affirmed completely and losers are denied completely. I’ve never lost at anything before and I never will. Because I always win and I am always right.

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