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M A K O : A firebender who hails from Republic City and whose emotions waver like the lick of a flame, but whose reliability seldom expunges. Residence: Apt. O-2 Status: Nobody Can firebend twice a day. { part of citta alveare } ☆

[forshibuya-blog]

WELCOME TO SHIBUYA. It’s a wonderful world.

ForShibuya is a multi-fandom roleplay group inspired by the videogame, The World Ends With You. No prior knowledge of the game is needed in order to join! Consider yourself waking up in a bustling place called Shibuya, a Japanese district full of clashing views and morals. Except…nobody can see you. You’re dead – and you don’t remember how it happened. Better yet, something precious has been taken away from you. The only way to get it back? Participate in The Reaper’s Game. Choose your side in The Game by becoming either a hopeful Player or a dream-crushing Reaper. Expand your horizons by meeting new people, and participate in missions, contests, events, and more in order to regain what’s been lost.  Last 7 Days, and you might get another chance at life. So: Are you up for the challenge?

ANOTHER WORLD AWAITS!

H o m e.  |  R e s e r v e .  |  P r e m i s e .  | M a s t e r l i s t .

[devilslaughter]

Hound of Baskerville {Open}

Having run around the city with wide blue eyes and curious gasps at every step, Lily’s found the need for a small break. A drink of water might do, she hasn’t had anything to drink since she’s arrived.

But something catches the corner of a sky-blue eye, a small movement, and her juvenile attention span is instantly captured once more by the shimmers of a dark alley way. With caution tossed to the wind Lily makes no hesitation in bounding down the building’s interim, eyes sharp and gaze wandering as she meanders through. 

Minutes pass of this marco-polo game where Lily tries to locate the sound of shuffling and whining and she’s all but given up when—

—!!

A gasp, a sparkle of her eyes, and just five minutes later filled with struggles and a few innocent death-threats, Lily Baskerville is walking out of the alleyway with a rather large and mangy dog in her arms. It’s nearly as big as her and possibly one of the ugliest and scariest canines you’ve ever laid eyes on; one ear missing, drooling uncontrollably, making all sorts of whimpery snarls and— is that a third eye….? But still she insists on carrying it herself, bumping into people here and there and taking each opportunity to show off her new pup to whomever might look (and no doubt grimace before quickly dismissing her).

It’s honestly not the type of animal you’d want a seemingly eleven-year-old girl to be handling, but if you tell her that, well… let’s say she’s not going to be too happy to hear it.

[flameohotmans]

A few gasps and mumbles were enough to detract the firebender from going back to his apartment. A bit curious as to what this commotion was -- and it seemed like whatever said event was, it was heading in his direction -- he decided to turn his head to take a brief glance at whatever was causing all the ruckus. Though what was meant to be a mere two seconds turned out to be longer than expected. For here was a perfectly dressed little girl carrying around a grotesque-looking dog, whose tongue whipped back in forth in a slop of green goop Mako didn't even want to know where that stuff came from. Better yet, the mangy mutt's fur was rubbing against that girl's clothes, and who knew what kind of disease she was bound to get the longer she was holding the creature.

As one who had once lived in the city streets himself, Mako could have been seen as a hypocrite of sorts for being discriminatory of animals and things that came from such places. But when things looked that mutated and that peculiar? It might have turned into a hazard issue; and he wasn't going to let some seemingly innocent girl from catching anything fatal. Or so he thought.

Then again, keeping stray animals was always an issue with him and his little brother; but having to keep lest hold a creature like that...thing? It looked like things would have to be taken up another notch.

"Hey uh, that's a...nice-looking dog y'got there, kid," he began, bowing a bit to reach the girl's height, "But don't you think you aren't giving the little guy a bit of room? Maybe you should let him walk on his own, y'know? I don't think he looks like the cuddling type." Far from it. "But what's a girl like you doing around these sorts of dark parts? Are you lost?"

[korra-delight]

[swiftaquas]

open // citta.

A muffled groan escaped the seventeenth’s rims, cyan orbs flickering. Last time she checked, she was slurping noodles with Tenzin and his family. Hushed whispers began to invade her ears, words that didn’t strike much significance. Lifting her palms, she curled her fingers and stomped out of the room. Times like these were so — useless. After speaking to a couple of bystanders, it was clear she was stripped away from her freedom and friends. Away from the ones that mattered most, she was alone. And the thought, haunted her. 

Growing up, she always was with her family or playing tag with Naga. Now, her loyal companion was nowhere to be seen. Less, she had no clue where she was. Without having a knowledge in the world if these whackos let her pet with her, it was unknown, and it hurt. But, there was much hope that Naga was around somewhere. But, before she could have scoured the place entirely, she needed to know the intersections, the paths, and to be able to pin point her current location. Knowing the time constrengths, finding Naga was her first priority. 

Passing by an enlarged map, curious orbs inched closer, nose scrunching from the image of a literal beehive that was decked out with small symbols and names of each little area of the hive. When they said, Hive City. They weren’t kidding. It’d make sense that the first place she should check out was the normal sector, the location in which her apartment and minuscule territory that belonged to hers and hers alone. — Wait. “Ugh.” Her voice trailed off, frowning at the thought of sharing a room with three , three other people. 

The more important question would be, where was she? Deciding not to waste any more of her time, she scanned the crowd of silhouettes to find the most random person, good or evil for directions. Tapping them on the shoulder, a hopeful look relaxes on the teen’s features. “Hi! Uh, sorry to bother you here but I was looking for the apartment buildings? If you … know where they are. Willing to give me a hand, that’d be great!” 

[flameohotmans]

When a light blue top turned out to belong to a muscular man, or when a green robe turned out to belong to a curly redheaded youngster, the firebender couldn't help but grow weary when each person he thought to be a friend turned out to be an enigmatic stranger. Though he wasn't one to usually lose hope (after all, he was usually the more sensible one when cheering up the Avatar when she was down), having his own source of optimism from someone like Bolin was sure taking a toll on the elder brother. Completely new to the Hive and without a map or any sense of direction to go with, he found himself wandering over to a nearby bench and plopped himself down.

To his surprise, it was empty amongst the throngs of people, and thus took it upon himself to spread his arms across the rickety frame and lean his head back before exhaling a long, lulling sigh. "Honestly," he grumbled to himself, shutting his eyes for a few, "How am I ever gonna find someone I even knew in this hectic mass..." Maybe this was what all newcomers felt like whenever they entered Republic City; but then again, he had grown up in such a metropolis all his life, so he could never really feel lost until, well, now.

His brief moment of respite was soon interrupted, however, as he felt a light tap on his right shoulder. Refusing to lift his lids just yet, he let out another sigh before picking himself up from the bench, his back still turned to the other. "Sorry, but you chose the wrong guy to ask," he answered, shaking his head. "Looking for apartments will have to wait. Can't you see I'm busy trying to find other people from my own cit--" Though as he turned around to take a look at just who, exactly, had asked for such a request, Mako found his eyes widened in surprise, enthusiasm, and (surprisingly) hope.

"--Korra!" Almost instantly the firebender's facial features had switched into one from brooding to one of eased relief. "I-It's...it's really you!" And just as quick as he mood had changed, Mako was also just as quick to return to the Avatar's side, even going so far as putting his hands atop her shoulders. "I've been looking everywhere for you. You n' Bolin, and Asami as well. How long have you been here? And...have you managed to find anyone else?" The girl's initial question had all put dissipated from his mind; after all, he was just happy to see a familiar face. 

[flameohotmans]

Looking for little bro; [ Oᴘᴇɴ ]

Though used to the suffocating crowds and noisy bustle in cityscapes like Sector 001, Mako's mind was in too much of a muddle that he found himself completely fazed by the area around him. He felt himself being bumped into, shoved to the left and right like a pinball by bony and brisk elbows alike; and yet, all he could think of right now as the distress -- no, the inconvenience -- of being picked to be part of an scientific experiment. He had just signed up with the police force back in Republic City, and to show up tardy for a day (or perhaps probably even weeks) would already put a huge dent into his repertoire. Better yet, the fact that he used to be a traipsing city street rat with his little brother didn't make his record any the more valuable to the police force, since, well...they were usuallyt he ones to catch hooligans like himself.

However, after an adamant shove, the firebender's eyes lit up as he remembered something even more important than his job. His little brother. A bit dismayed with himself for thinking of his career first before his brother, Mako found his way over to one of the edges of the sidewalk, away from the moving masses. Bolin. What would Bolin be doing without him when he returned home to the attic up in the probending arena? Would he think that his older brother had really left him for good? Surely with a mind as fretful and virtuous as Bolin's, that would probably be one thought that could cross his mind. Then again...what if Bolin had been picked for this same experiment as well? Scanning the crowds to confirm his hypothesis, he figured that if the scientists here needed a whole population, chances were that either Bolin or some of his friends could have been snatched up from Republic City.

Determined to get a lead from the thicket before him, Mako delved into the sector's ocean of bodies before finally picking out a stranger he thought would be approachable enough. 

"Hey, uh, 'scuse me," he said, approaching them on the district's cemented streets, "Sorry to bother you, but you haven't seen a guy wearing a green tunic around, have you?" He paused then, realizing that dozens upon dozens of citizens in the Hive were probably garbed in the same color as his brother's; he needed more specificity. "--Er, well, with a dark green belt wrapped around his waist. Kinda bulky, in the muscular sense? Oh, and pretty childish, too, and also carries a red furry friend around with him. Have you seen anyone like that around here?"

[flameohotmans]

"...why are your eyebrows shaped so funny?"

"I think the more important question to ask is why a little cow can talk."

He looked down at the petite creature, his eyes pinned to its oversized eyes and a head that was physically impossible to hold up that small frame of a body -- or so it would be in his own world, at least. He gave a brief sigh, followed by a slow, lulling nod of his head. "Seriously, a place where animals can actually talk? This place is getting pretty crazy if you ask me..."

[withouthercrown-deactivated2013]

[flameohotmans]

[withouthercrown-deactivated2013]

[flameohotmans]

[flameohotmans]

-stumbles back in-

[bolinprobender]

melt my heart to stone

[bolinprobender]

It had been some time since Bolin had actually cried with his face to Mako’s chest; long enough that he’d forgotten just how comforting it was. His tears had stained the lower part of their father’s red scarf more times than he could count; these stains were the only ones Mako didn’t mind near his scarf. It was their scarf, really, something only the two of them could share, and the only physical remnant of their distant past that they were able to share.

“Why’d she leave, though, Bo? You got the prowess, looks, and flowers all down perfectly.”

“You really think so?” Mako’s compliments ebbed the flow of tears temporarily and cause the young earthbender to smile despite himself. Mako always knew exactly what to say to him, a technique that his older brother had spent many years perfecting, no doubt. Ever since they were younger, Bolin had idolized his big brother, and while his enthusiasm may have diminished, his admiration for the firebender would never cease. Any compliment from Mako was something he took seriously, knowing that his brother rarely gave them out freely to anyone that wasn’t Bolin. Regardless of how sincere Mako was, any kind words Bolin’s way was an immediate step to get him back to his usual, cheerful persona.

“Uh…” he cringed a bit; Mako’s question left him stuck. He could lie for the girl and say she just wasn’t happy with the date, but his inability to lie was what got him in this situation in the first place. If he told the truth (which he inevitably would), Mako would certainly wonder why he simply didn’t omit the details of where the two of them lived.

Either way, he didn’t move his face from Mako’s chest; he may not have been sobbing anymore, but the back rubs and the warmth he felt in his current position were too tempting for him to leave. His older brother was sturdy and stable, and he felt like there was nothing in the world Mako couldn’t handle when he was taking care of Bolin.

“Well, I told her we lived in the arena, and she didn’t like that,” he stated shyly, looking downwards. He was embarrassed and afraid of what Mako might think. Bolin wouldn’t have been so affected by being dumped if it hadn’t been over their financial status; that was a sensitive subject. All their life, the two of them had to fight their way off the streets completely on their own. Even worse, it felt like a direct insult to Mako, who he loved more than anyone, who had worked so hard just to get them in the financial position they were in now.

[flameohotmans]

"'Course I think so." With Bolin still stuck to his chest like glue, Mako reached over the expanse of his brother's broad shoulders to reach for another dose of napkins. Fingering a few, he brought them back to his side and offered them out to his brother, waiting patiently for the other to notice and take it if he wanted. "I mean, they don't call you the rising earthbending champ for nothing, right?"

And it was times like these -- when his little brother would vocalize doubtful questions such as 'really?' or 'you think so?' -- that Mako resented the fact that he was seen as the Fire Ferret's team leader and its leader only. Sure, he definitely reveled in the fact that his team was gaining more popularity and gossip by the match; but at the same time, Mako wasn't so greedy for attention. Though he may be their team's leader, he certainly didn't appreciate it when the announcers or probending critics credited him for the wins. Seldom were their any mentions of Bolin or Hasook on the radio broadcastings; hence, Mako sought to reconfirm his little brother's and his teammate's worth as much as he could -- but for Bolin, especially.

Come to think of it, though, wasn't the match that decided whether or not they would make it into championship in a day or two? Mako's eyes momentarily flitted over to the restaurant's nearest window, already seeing a few shades of orange leak through the flimsy fabric's curtains. He sighed then, knowing full well that rushing things with his brother would only make things take longer; and besides, one's mentality was more important than one's physicality during these sorts of situations, right? His head snapped back to attention, however, when Bolin mumbled a rather important tidbit of information.  

“Well, I told her we lived in the arena, and she didn’t like that.”

"She wha--?" He stopped himself and bit his bottom lip. No, now wasn't the time to be mad about that. If Bolin had truly cared about this girl, then criticizing her wouldn't alleviate any wounds. "...Well," he said after a slight pause, "...Then it's her loss. If she can't see through the fact that she was dating a strong-hearted and nice guy like you, then she'll sure have trouble finding someone like you around this banged up city." And it was the truth, too -- because if anybody knew Republic City's grim realities, it was Mako and Bolin. The two had done everything in their power to make end's meet when they had been torn of their parents.

"But hey, Bo. Listen. You...you shouldn't be ashamed for telling me something like that. It...almost sounds like you thought I would've gotten mad at you. I wouldn't have taken what you said to be an insult. I mean, sure, I worked hard to get us where we are -- but so have you. So...don't let this girl beat you up, okay...?"

[makosmoxy-blog]

mako in love by ~kataang-sasusaku

[flameohotmans]

You seem like the type that's completely adamant and unwilling to have sex before a certain point in your relationship, but the type that gets home and beats it pretty rough.

"Say whatever you want, but I'm not putting my two yuan in about the topic. My life -- and whatever aspect of it -- is my life. And unless we're on a personal basis, then I don't feel as if I need to confirm or deny this."

[flameohotmans]

Mako do you ever masturbate to let out some of that stress / tension you see on a day-to-day basis?

" . . . "

"Bolin, how many times do I have to tell you not to let those creepy fangirl girls of yours into the arena!?"

[headstrongavatar]

“Not on the wrong side, just too early.” Korra explained, not realising until now that she had actually been rather cranky from all of these times of having to get up early. Perhaps it had been the reason why her witty comebacks were not so witty and more like lashing out. Plus, maybe the lack of practicing for the next pro-bending match was another reason for her anger. “If I’m only allowed to use waterbending in the match then how can I catapult anybody into the sky? Well, I guess Bolin will have to do it for me.”

His question made her raise a brow, but she didn’t bother questioning it. Anybody would ask that type of question. “Y’know I could have maybe just forgotten a few times, but you should really blame Tenzin for making me do more airbending exercises, which is really just sitting around.”

[flameohotmans]

As much as he hated expressing the grim realities of their situation, the practical side of Mako resurfaced and he couldn't help but mention the consequences of her tardiness. "Well, I hate to break it to you, but you're gonna have to keep waking up early like this until the probending season's over. That is, if you still want to keep playing with us." Which he was sure she would be doing, too; after all, hadn't she said that probending was her way of learning contemporary fighting styles?

“If I’m only allowed to use waterbending in the match then how can I catapult anybody into the sky? Well, I guess Bolin will have to do it for me.”

Mako cocked a skeptical brow at her, realizing that he himself had just made a mistake. "Oh..." he said, his voice a low, almost inaudible mumble. "...Right..." It looked like there were two people who just weren't on their game today. He feigned a cough then, and reassumed his calm exterior. "I was just making sure you were paying attention -- that's all" As if. Nevertheless, the firebender decided to switch topics, which would (hopefully) slide his amateur mistake under the floorboards. "Mm, yeah, you don't really seem like the type that would train sitting down and doing nothing." And while practicing in the arena's communal training room wasn't exactly a stationary activity, an idea suddenly popped into the boy's mind.

"...Say, maybe you should come with me and try to scope out Tahno and his teams' training grounds. I'm trying to find out how they train -- you in?"

[korraption]

[bite-my-asami-deactivated201305]

An extinguished fire

Things are different now, with team avatar that is. A slight quixotic partition amongst the members, all due to an inaccuracy in communication. It’s not like the rupture between them so grand that it allows for a justification for them not to chat with each other once more –just as they used to. Oh no, it’s not that, it just hurts. Could it be jealousy? That Mako was once hers and now he’s not. Their moments never lasted long; all they are now is a simple memory. The only memorabilia of their acquaintance is the indentation on her moped. Could she have been a bad girlfriend? Often, she was over demonstrative, exposing gestures of innocent love such as hand holding or dates. It was the only way they could function, the only way she could manage to get him to stick around. They had no likeness and still she cared for him.

Still does.

What hurts the most? That he moved on so quickly on to the arms of another girl. There was resentment melting within her. Not because she was left. This Sato would not loose sleep over the fact that he moved on to someone he truly loves. His happiness is something that lessens the burden on her shoulders. The fact of the matter is it wouldn’t hurt so much if she’d been told from the very start. Either that or at least been given a fighting chance. 

Least now he was making a name for himself. Became part of the police force and bits by bits his bending has done well. To remedy the streets from crime and all the useless burdens that inhabited it. Each took their own roads to roam. The wealthy remained wealthy, as for she took over the family business. Long days and nights tired her so it wasn’t often you get to see her walking through the streets. 

Brown waves cascaded against the winds and lipstick as red as a heartbeat. Hips waving left and right with each step, pace soon decreasing as approximation became closer to the male. Tone of voice maintained as neutral as she could muster. “—Mako.” Form curving slightly forward as the frame of her face tilted in salutation. “Long time no see. Guess work is keeping you busy.”

[flameohotmans]

Ever since they had rid Republic City of the Equalists and the vengeful Amon, the four acclaimed 'heros' had all but disintegrated. Everyone had gone their separate paths: Korra traveling back to the Water Tribe to hone her skills as the new Avatar; Bolin trying to find his way back at the probending arena; Asami taking over Future Industries with an iron fist; and him, scrambling his way up the police ranks bit by bit. Though three of the four friends still remained in the peaceful city, time schedules and new demands always prevented them from getting together; and, even when the three did find that rare opportunity when they could all catch up with one another, they would never go through and instead would let their plans fall through, since Korra would absent from the fun. --It just didn't seem fair.

And it was then that Mako realized how he had taken their friendships and their adventures for granted: he missed even the most trivial of moments, back when the four had become vigilantes in the night and would sit on the hood of Asami's automobile and treat themselves to a midnight snack. Those were the kinds of memories he was beginning to miss more and more. And, eventually, he himself fell through and called up the one girl he had always been reluctant to meet, face-to-face: Asami herself.

He had remembered how their relationship had soured within in a matter of weeks -- mostly because of him, and his own wish-washy behavior. The ending had had a bitter aftertaste, as Asami's last kiss to his cheek had been a remorseful one. And while they might have  both said that they were still friends on paper, both were probably skeptical as to whether their friendship was a true one or not. Nevertheless, Mako still wanted to salvage what was left of his relationship with the strong-willed woman. Hence, he had called her on a whim and had scheduled a rather casual meet up.

He only had to wait a couple of minutes at the edge of a sidewalk until he heard the hum of a familiar moped with a familiar dent. She got off with graceful ease, and looked as strong and dangerous as ever.

"Yeah, it...has been a while, hasn't it...?" he blinked, still taking their reunion into account. Mako blinked, his gaze skittering off to her moped for a moment. "Work comes and goes in the police force, though. Still new and learning the ropes, heh. But...you're looking great, as always. How're you and Future Industries doing, though? Haven't heard from you in a while..." 

[bolinprobender]

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[flameohotmans]

// -sniffles with feels- Omg your edits and GIFs are gorgeous! And omg yeah, Mako and Bolin's bromance is just...-SOBS SHOUJO TEARS- Thank you for doing them justice, Bolin-bby~! ; W ;b