i have nothing left to prove.

'cause i have nothing left to lose.

[falsesacrifice]

   “avoid wandering around terra late at night” was a warning that sou didn’t need. he had hardly left his room since arriving, and if it were his choice, he wouldn’t leave at all. 

   at least this world was easier to manage; it had taken some getting used to at first, of course, but the longer he stays in vraelgard, the more he wonders if anything that had happened to him before had ever happened at all. there was no clue at all that the organization had ever existed, or that any of that horrid game had ever taken place. sou could believe that he had a different life before being swept to a new world ( well, it was still a bit difficult to truly believe, but equally hard to deny ); but being kidnapped for a death game?

   he didn’t want to believe it.

   but he couldn’t avoid the outside forever, even if he wasn’t feeling well. especially if he wasn’t feeling well; he probably needed to get some medicine before it got worse. he shuffled out the door as quick as he could, still trying to avoid as much contact as possible with his “roommates”, and when outside he leaned against the door with a sigh. he shouldn’t need a quick breather with that short a jaunt to the door, but that just meant he really did need to go get this medicine. after a few moments passed he finally gathered the energy to push himself off the door — and almost immediately right into another person. 

   ‘ oh, sorry— ’ sou starts muttering, but his words are cut short when he recognizes the boy in front of him.

   ‘ joe… ? ’

   there’s a dull pain as sou immediately stumbles back into the wall and hits hard, too hard for a small frame like his. it’s weird; he didn’t feel that sick, but clearly something was very wrong. there were so many reasons joe couldn’t be here— but, if somehow he was, then—

   no.

   right. either it’s not joe or he’s… hallucinating. neither are great signs, but he has time to dwell on that after he gets out of this situation. sou pushes himself off the wall again, somehow with even less energy than the first time, but ends up stumbling and struggling to catch himself on the opposite wall instead. what the hell was going on..?

   ‘ sorry, I… I have to go… ’ 

@falsesage​ I’m so sorry thank u for putting up with me

[vraelgard]

Save for the ticking of the clock on the mantleplace, the room is silent. A deep frown has etched itself on Princess Lilliana’s face as she looks at the files spread out in front of her. Missing persons reports, of nearly two dozen Terra citizens who had gone mysteriously missing between the hours of 11 p.m. to 3 a.m. Aside from the time of disappearance and last seen location–there is nothing they share in common. Not physical appearances, nor a pattern in names–nothing to indicate which of her citizens could be the next possible victim.

It’s as frustrating as it is terrifying.

Lilliana has always found life navigable by certain certainties. The Baron will be a pain in the behind. The Viscountess and Count will support her. Vraelgard is a small country–the nobles may not always get along, but they have their citizens’ best interests at heart. (Aside from the former Duke.) Her life–and her father’s–were shattered two years ago by betrayal and deceit. But since then, she had picked up the pieces, and continued on.

Vraelgard needed her then.

And they need her now, too.

Keep reading

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sou hiyori || your turn to die

whoopsie doopsie I’m late to this — I’m vi! 26 years old, she/her pronouns. I’m very very late at everything, I drink coffee like it’s going out of style, and I’m always trying to do about five things at once. keyword here being try. I’ll also add another to the ffxiv gang ( though lately I’ve been mia because of ffviir and acnh, because of course ), and ff in general. feel free to hit up my twitter or discord !

this blog is gonna have immense amounts of spoilers for the game your turn to die ( which you can play here! ) up to the end of chapter 2, though it does reference some info learned in chapter 3. also there’s might be talk of death, murder, guns, general violence, hallucinations, suicide, stalking, kidnapping... the whole lot. I will tag all of these things, but tread with care!

and now the good stuff. 

20+ years old. the mystery of ‘why’ continues.

seems rather timid but friendly at first.

currently going through a crisis of being kidnapped and forced into a death scenario

his personality and emotional state have gone through severe whiplash at least twice. handle with care.

he’s just a twink without a friend, though. he doesn’t know what the word means.

really, he doesn’t. his last friend was unhot Garbage and then he Died.

[strums guitar] green hair

[VAGUE CHAPTER 2-2 SPOILERS] I only apped this route because kanna was supposed to come in with me and then [looks at lu] So Here I Am.

[vraelgard]

hey, hoh! on prior reserve, here's sou hiyori from your turn to die! his application is on my blog. somewhere. definitely did not misplace that while fixing this theme. (alternatively, /a gets you there. 100% tested, for sure.)

hey, hoh! another “you may die” app, eh? 

hello, sou hiyori and welcome to terra!

you will be housed in twin apartments A14, where you will find a complementary gallon of milk and your scarf.

you will also be granted tenebrae’s darkness spell!

✵ sylthfarn

[falsesacrifice]

a little bit of warning for old isola moots — I’m dusting off this blog to join another group. feel free to unfollow!

[falsesacrifice]

NAME/ALIAS: vi MUN FC: none ! GENDER: female HEIGHT: 5′7" HAIR COLOR: currently purple-ish brown EYE COLOR: brown RELATIONSHIP STATUS: taken SEXUALITY: gundam tanaka BIRTHDAY: march 14 ZODIAC SIGN; fishu NATIONALITY: american  TIMEZONE: central HOBBIES / LIKES: writing, drawing, gaming, thinking about fictional boys # OF SIBLINGS: well that’s just a loaded question # OF PETS: one cat and two dogs that are with my parents CURRENTLY HAVE A JOB: unfortunately still a student FAVORITE COLOR: red FAVORITE SINGER/BAND: it changes from day to day, but i like mother mother a lot LAST SONG LISTENED TO: any of the songs from the galaderon saga soundtrack by emily axford CURRENTLY LISTENING TO: not another d&d podcast ( which is where the aforementioned soundtrack is from ) LAST MOVIE WATCHED: uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh FAVORITE BOOK: shoutout to the hero and the crown CURRENTLY READING: I keep meaning to crack open 1q84 and that’ll be what I read next at least BEST SCHOOL SUBJECT: math of some description MAC OR PC ?: pc DAY OR NIGHT ?: night SUMMER OR WINTER?: ehhhhh summer MOST-VISITED WEBSITE?: twitter

tagged by: definitely snagged from @sterrenlied tagging: take it

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( oops. )

  THIS SUCKS. Joe’s really feeling the itch to wig out right now, fingers flexing into fists and wanting to move, but ultimately being unable to.

  His first plan of action though? Dropping into a crouch, throwing his hands over his head, and hoping his fear isn’t any more obvious when he pushes his face into his knees.

   He watches Joe drop and immediately his own body relaxes. It took a bit longer than Sou had thought, but he’s quick to reclaim the ground he lost in keeping his pretense, taking delicate steps until he’s right in front of the boy trying to hide away from an imagined fear. Sou takes a deep, quiet breath, leans forward until he’s right beside Joe’s ear, and whispers,

   ❛ Boo. ❜

[falsesacrifice]

( d o n ‘ t  l o o k )

  Oh. Oh, he does not like that. In fact, he kind of super hates this. A cold sweat breaks out on his neck and he laughs, shaky at best. “ Nothin’. Nothin’ is behind me! ”

  A beat of silence.

  “ What’s behind me, Sou? ”

   ❛ N-No... it can’t be... ❜ Another trembling step back as Sou keeps his gaze fixed past Joe. He starts to draw in shaky breaths to fill the space where words fail.

   ❛ It’s...                    it’s... ❜

[falsesacrifice]

( don’t look behind you )

  He isn’t sorry, there’s no way he’s genuinely apologetic. Joe nearly pouts, settling for frowning and folding his arms. “ Isn’t it a natural reaction to reject wrong assumptions?! I don’t think I’m acting strange at all! ”

❛ ... ❜

❛ Yeah, I guess you’re right. But then— ❜

Sou’s words are cut short as his stare is pulled to a space just behind Joe. The teasing smile quickly melts away, and the man takes an unsteady step back.

❛ W-Wait... Behind you... W-What is that..!? ❜

[falsesacrifice]

( Joe )

  “ That’s being Sonobeno’s local Samurai Woman for ya! ” A pause and he squints. “ … I don’t like that pause or the implication. Have you ever even seen me act scared by little things? ”

❛ You’re so serious! Did I tease you too much? Sorry, sorry! ❜ Sou laughs in a way that doesn’t quite match his words — he’s having a bit too much fun to really be sorry. ❛ I haven’t really seen you act scared around much, so I’ll give you that. You sure do protest a lot for someone who isn’t a scaredy-cat, though... ❜

[falsesacrifice]

   If finding Joe here had actually been a blessing of sorts while finding Sara was a curse, then seeing the homemaker in this foreign city was somewhere in the middle. His presence brings Sou no real joy, as he still wasn’t totally convinced that Kai was truly an ally. Even outside of the game, he can’t shake the paranoia from the edges of his thoughts.

   But this was a second chance at finally getting the information they had all sought before. Nevermind that logic told Sou it wasn’t necessary anymore, constantly reassuring him that he was finally free, because he couldn’t really believe that. Not when something still yet unknown had brought them here; not when that unknown could still bring them all back.

   Nevermind that the homemaker probably didn’t know much more than he at this point. If the note from the laptop was to be believed, Sou actually knew more about the game — but he wasn’t really sure it was something he could believe.

   ( Nevermind that the two of them hadn’t parted on the best of terms; for once, Sou’s lies had paved an escape for him, and he musters all the energy of the frail and innocent man that the other participants had thought him to be, one who was just unfortunate enough to be caught alone with the laptop at the wrong time. )

   His hand rubs gently at the back of his head, fingers gently brushing against the sore spot that had long since healed. Maybe Sou could sweep the antagonism aside for the cause, but he didn’t have enough of a read on Kai to know if he would do the same.

   Not that any of that mattered. He shouldn’t know the culprit at this point, and regardless of his own feelings, Sou needed to keep his cover in front of Sara, in front of Joe — which means he needed to keep it in front of Kai as well. So he tucks away his frown and all his hesitation and picks up the pace to meet the homemaker once more.

   ❛ Kai…! Kai, is that you? ❜

@hollandayes​

[falsesacrifice]

( Joe )

  “ You didn’t get that impression before or anything? It’s not like I’m a scaredy-cat, I just… ” he says, vaguely gesturing. “ Y’know? ”

❛ Yeah, I guess you’re right! She does have a rather imposing air about her. You, on the other hand, are kind of... ❜ He pauses and lets the smile linger. ❛ Well, you know. ❜

[pocketdogged]

  “ Man, have I always been this jumpy? This bites… I really liked Halloween too… ”

[falsesacrifice]

❛ Does that mean Miss Sara is the brave one between the two of you? How funny... ❜

[samuraisleuth]

{ ❈ } » — She had hurried out of the house, still pulling her shoe on with one hand while the other firmly clasped her shopping the list in the other. Eyes were glancing over it, making sure she hadn’t forgotten to write anything, and occasionally rolling when they came across Joe’s very obvious handwriting. His way of requesting certain items she wouldn’t purchase otherwise, it would seem.

                 One would think he would just ASK her. Alas, her best friend was more clever than she awarded him credit for at times. If he didn’t ask, she couldn’t say no. She’d let him revel in his victory for now, she was in enough of a hurry to get to the market as it was.

                 It’s only once she’s out the door and headed past the neighboring residences that Sara hesitates. Amethyst eyes are wide, staring as if she very well might be seeing a ghost right now. She blinks, yet the receding figure is still there. Moving further away from her, but very much still visible.

                 “Sou…?”

                 The name is barely a whisper from her lips, and before she has a chance to talk herself out of it, she’s running to catch up with him. Joe always did praise her for her agility.

                 “Sou!! I…is that really you??”

@souitbegins

[falsesacrifice]

   Sou’s already out on his own shopping adventure — that is to say, he’s wandering the city a bit knowing that he’ll stumble upon the shops he needs eventually, but he’s in no real hurry to get there. It’s weird to think of this strange city as nice, but that’s precisely what it is, and even just a leisurely stroll almost makes him feel like he’s back home.

   But the peace and comfort is shattered in an instant when a familiar voice calls out to him. You’d expect this kind of reaction from Joe ( if not more boisterous ) but the voice doesn’t fit. Instead it’s a voice that Sou never expected to hear in this place, one he hoped that he wouldn’t — one that strikes him with a certain dread he hasn’t felt since his first lie.

   ❛ S-Sara!? ❜

   Her name is all that chokes out before his throat dries up; turning to face her only serves to close it up completely. There’s no time to scramble somewhere out of sight and pretend he never saw the girl, not with how quick she’s already upon him. Sou’s mouth moves, desperate to get some words out ( though he’s unsure what they are ) when it crosses his mind that he shouldn’t remember much of anything. At least, that’s what Joe would say. Maybe he’s even already said as much; there’s no telling just how long Sara’s been here, and if it had been long at all, Joe was certain to have already met with her.

   ❛ M-Miss Sara! You’re here, too! ❜ The initial shock finally fades as the words force their way out, and it feels like a small weight has been lifted. It’s soon replaced by a larger one as Sou reminds himself this is just the beginning. Joe hadn’t seen this trick before; Sara had, and she wouldn’t easily be fooled again. 

   Not like he could back down now.

   ❛ I can’t believe it... I didn’t think anyone else would end up here! ❜ But it’s easy to slip back into this safe facade, and the more he does, the easier it becomes to talk to her again — even if he still can’t quite look her in the eyes. ❛ You and Joe, and me, too… I still don’t really get how, but we made it, didn’t we? ❜

[shotthrice]

i feel like i should be glad you’re not roleplaying a certain someone right now, @souitbegins.

        neku opens his eyes, and there he is. shibuya.

        well, not… really. yeah, it’s an alley of udagawa, next to an upstart youth rock clothing probably as inspired as he was by the certain piece of art thrown up near it, paint still unchipped and unmarred, but… now, considering the circumstances, he… feels kinda off. sure, the first time he found these alleys, where the paint and its voice embedded like seeds and bloomed from the walls, he was amazed by it - but then again, he was also a terrible asshole.

        ( then, of course, like a year later, he died in one of them, but that was probably karma trying to give him a piece of its mind, or common sense. )

        as unusual as it still feels here, he presses a hand to the graffiti on the wall, as if it really, truly is real. his fingers brush upon the stone, a bright streak of red over it, one that somehow helped him make it through another month if not to the end of two years, one he doesn’t know if he can trust or not now, to be honest —

        and then, they freeze. footsteps echo near him: softer ones he can only hear now because his headphones are only around his shoulders, and different to the ones he’s heard before, but still he turns, hand flat against the wall and the other clinging to something in his pockets, and —

        “ …Oh. Er - sorry. I thought you’d be someone I knew, I guess. ” though ‘know’ is a strong term for it. “ …Don’t mind me. I’m just… looking at art from seven months ago, or something. Unless you’ve seen this guy’s art before. ”

[falsesacrifice]

   when sou opens his own eyes, the scenery before him is far less familiar. something does tug at the back of his mind, something that says he should know this place, but at the same time it’s entirely foreign. he’s more likely to believe the latter as he seeks some landmark to guide the way and instead his feet lead him aimlessly from alley to alley.

   sou’s taken so many alley short cuts before, but none like this — none that make him feel like the journey is worth more than the destination ( not that he really has a destination in mind right now ). the paint on the wall stands out even from so far away, and while he’s never been much for art before, something about this piece calls out to him — and he isn’t alone.

   warily sou approaches the stranger, and soon he takes notice and calls out. he seems harmless enough in spite of the edge in his voice when he first turned around; sou chalks it up to being startled in an empty back alley and stops in his tracks. 

   ❛ No, I haven’t, actually. I don’t really know a lot about art, but this is… ❜ he trails off and takes his eyes from the other boy briefly to stare at the graffiti again. ❛ Do you know who did this, then? ❜

[falsesacrifice]

( hm. )

『You’re so kind, let me guess you have lots of friends. If this were a story in shonen jump you would be the main character that everyone rallies around with the power of friendship?』

Kumagawa immediately perked up from what looked like spiraling depression only a moment ago. The change was so sudden, it almost looked like the tears that had been welling up in the corners of his eyes were entirely fake. 

『Oh, never-mind I was wrong. You’re the dregs of society that’s better off thrown out.』

Kumagawa went from complimenting him to condescending him. His mood could change that easily, like the flip of a switch. His wide eyes narrowed as he observed Sou’s face as if he said that just to provoke him and watch his reaction. 

『Phew, that’s good. I tend to hate those main characters that everyone likes. Where do they get off, thinking they’re special just because they have friends and a success rate more than zero percent.』

   Sou’s eyes widen and shoot to the other boy at the sudden change, but it doesn’t take him long to catch up. It was foolish to think for even a second that he could let his guard down, even in this new place — but that was just how the world worked, wasn’t it? Even when there wasn’t the threat of being killed by others, people were always the same.

   ❛ Thrown out? Isn’t that a bit harsh…? ❜ He stares for just a little while longer, listening to the ramblings of the stranger ( and noting the tug of something familiar once again, but the image brought to mind wasn’t his own ) and holding back a wince when he mentioned success rates — it was just a coincidence, surely. Sou had no idea who this guy was, and he was certain he was unrelated to the death game.

   But still he finds his own expression smoothing over, the mask of Sou that he thought was no longer necessary settling in just as neatly as before with an empty smile. Unrelated or no, this guy wasn’t someone he should take lightly.

   ❛ Well, if you’re complaining about them, that must mean you’re weak, right? Though if what you said before was true, I guess that’s pretty obvious. ❜ He tugs at his scarf and pulls it down just enough to dip below his chin again. ❛ That’s just how the world is though. The strong use their strength to stay on top and only stop to help the weak when it benefits them. Power corrupts or something like that. ❜

[falsesacrifice]

( Joe )

  Anyone else shoving their foot in their mouth when they talk? No? Damn. Joe gives Sou a sympathetic few pats on the shoulder as a silent apology before actively giving him a sheepish ‘sorry’ out-loud. There’s a nostalgic wave that passes over him with the reaction, a reminder of how Sou’s introduction went and he fights a rising snicker in his throat that could be mistaken as being towards the other.

  ( He wishes they all could’ve met under better circumstances. He wishes he wouldn’t have made a suggestion about a possible traitor so early. )

  Joe idly watches Sou go forward, throwing a look back towards the rink itself every few seconds. He’s antsy to get moving, to run himself ragged around the ice and then go back to his room (or Sara’s, maybe) and have a good night’s rest. Given the opportunity to have proper fun after all of that… 

  Well, who wouldn’t be excited?

  “ No worries! I’ll do my best as your teacher then! ” Joe proclaims, holding out his hands for Sou to take hold of. “ Let’s go take on the ice! ”

   Sou doesn’t react immediately, instead just staring at Joe, all smiles and sunshine and honest intentions. Not a moment before he was sure the boy was itching to skate circles around the place and leave him behind — not intentional, he was sure, but Joe was just that kind of guy, and he definitely had the right to leave the elder behind.

   ❛ I-Isn’t this kind of embarrassing? Like something you’d do with a little kid… ❜ The remark comes to mask the uncertainty that keeps him from taking the boy’s hands, though it wasn’t wrong. Sou should be used to being treated like this, and he really shouldn’t be surprised given his entrance on to the rink, but to hold on to Joe—

   So he takes a few defiant ( but still baby ) steps forward, if only to prove that he could do this without help, if only to avoid taking Joe’s hands in front of everyone here. Immediately he realizes how bad of an idea it was when he nearly falls; Sou throws out his hands to catch himself before the floor does. He just stands there for a moment, breathing a small sigh of relief ( not today, floor ) before looking up at what kept him from falling.

   He was gonna regret this, wasn’t he?

   ❛ Well, ❜ he starts, clearing his throat and not quite meeting Joe’s eyes as he adjusts his grip to properly hold on to Joe’s hands instead of panicked grasping at his arms. There was nothing more embarrassing than this moment right here, so what could be the harm at this point? The thought does nothing to reassure him and he mumbles the last few words. ❛ Please take care of me. ❜