...and nothing heart.

"You know, common sense can't deal with things like that dead body. Or things like you." rp blog for shiki ryougi of the kara no kyoukai series. affiliated with citta-alveare. lives in apartment x-1.

[cavernking]

Garden of Rebellion

@hiddenknife

There was a reason these NPCs were called that in the first place. The name itself implies that they are beings who are devoid of life. They are by design beings who only exist to fill space and nothing more. How funny it was to think that these lifeless masses were only here to give the illusion of life to this city. Creatures of nothingness who will never amount to anything no matter how much they struggle to make their existence known. Once their albeit entertaining revenge against the new citizens, they will return to being the forgotten mass. Merely shadows against a black wall, cursed by their own fate from the very beginning. This is what he can infer from their name of ‘NPC’, a ‘Non-Player Character.’

Certainly an artificial term but one that implied the out group, the ‘outsiders’ to be the ‘player characters’. They were the leads of this show, the ones who mattered and the ones who made a difference. The actions of the ‘players’ will determine the responses of the NPCs, and clearly recent inputs led to a negative response. But this was a Hell for the players, not for the NPC’s. Avenger couldn’t help but think of a situation similar to one he’s been in before.

As if on cue, that woman appeared. One of the lead characters of that aforementioned situation. The woman from the tower, the one who helped to thwart his plans while he was still an agent of Solomon. A name that was on the tip of his tongue but refused to be remembered. What he could remember though was that she was a dangerous woman with even more dangerous eyes.

“Oh how strange it is to see you again so soon.”

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He’s-- he’s talking to her, isn’t he? In the middle of all this chaos, with half the city in shambles and a war going, of course there’s some weirdo who seems to be overly familiar with her. Because that schtick never gets old, does it; strange people with even stranger motivations are always drawn to her like pests to flypaper-- or perhaps she’s drawn to them? Maybe it simply came with the job. Because fate’s a real pain in the ass, because of course this city would be no different from her own in that regard.

So half the town’s on fire and there are angry mobs in the streets, but this guy finds the time to stop for a little chat, because of course he does. She doesn’t have time for this. Not now, when the city’s in revolt and she could very well fall prey to some freak playing revenge with powers they don’t even know how to handle-- seriously, this is absurd, this is really...

“Look, I deal with too many damn weirdos to remember the faces of each one. I don’t know who the hell you are and I don’t really care, but if you wanna have some sort of reunion let’s not stop to do it. You know we’re all being hunted, right?”

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a brief respite.

Uprisings were dangerous business.

Sector oo3, already crawling with those looking to take part in violent crime and shady dealings, had blossomed into a chaotic battleground upon the introduction of widespread superhuman abilities. Patches of blood stain the concrete, the broken remains of those who had already fallen resembling abandoned dolls on the ground, utterly lifeless. Even as the conflict rages on around them, they are completely still, though some inexplicably vanish, their forms wavering, then their bodies melting into the air like ice. 

Conveniently enough, though, the conflict leaves behind useful items, like the blade she instantly moves to pick up when she sees it glint in the light of the dim streetlamps, taking it straight from where it was embedded in a corpse. As the man who had the knife embedded nearly hilt-deep in his chest blinks out of existence, Shiki sends droplets of his blood flying off the blade with a flick of her wrist and then raises it to eye level for a thorough inspection. A passing weapon; certainly not better than her favorite one, but decently strong, with a fixed blade sporting a single edge. Built for combat.

Finished, the girl grips the unfamiliar rubber handle tightly in her right hand, reaching into the obi of her kimono and pulling out the wooden replica, only to throw it to the ground and turn away in disgust. 

As things are going, it won't be long until this knife sees use. She almost misses the generalizations of the blind optimist she calls a friend--or more than that?--but now, here, in Hive City, there is no one but herself to hold her back from her deepest impulses, to tell her to not use her blade. 

...And she wishes he were here, because she’d just gotten used to him and his misplaced faith in a murderer. He anchored her on the normal side of the world. Really, he kept her sane.

But now is not the time for feeling lonely or frustrated, not in the middle of a war-torn sector, where every second that ticks by brings with it the risk of being spotted by the angry mob. She’s been lucky to have been left alone for this long, but shouts in the distance are growing closer now, so she must move quickly. The hatch on her left forearm is eased open, exposing its inner workings, before she slides the knife in and clicks it shut. 

Shiki smiles a rare smile, then, with no one to see it but the dead.

[naotoryougi]

"Please don't feed the fish without permission..."

[citta-alveare-deactivated201811]

[MINI EVENT] COUNTERINSURGENCY PT. 1

vindictive

adjective

having or showing a strong or unreasoning desire for revenge.

Keep reading

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((If anyone would like the focus of existing threads to shift more towards the current event, please poke me and let me know. I will do my best!))

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shopping(?)

Afternoon in the Shopping District is the loudest and the busiest, the low murmur of the crowd combined with the shouts of vendors rising above the constant noise to draw attention to their wares. In the background, rising above it all, a theme park, its attractions huddled together and all vying for the attention of the guests with bright lights and exciting signs. The cluttered streets with stands packed onto the sidewalks threaten to overwhelm newcomers with their sheer numbers and voices pulling in several directions at once, unless, of course, you already know what you're looking for.

It so happens that Shiki is a person who is rather single-minded in pursuit of her goals, to say the least. Although all of the sound and wares combined with the summer sun beating down on her back would perhaps disorient the average citizen, she is decidedly not so. 

A sunny day with a cloudless sky, a perfect time to familiarize herself with the city, and perhaps find a decent weapon.

Though, with every stand she passes, she realizes Sector oo3 may have been the better place to find something to stab with--unfortunately, since it's a while to there just taking the train--and she finds herself going down a small side street to escape both the attention of the stand owners and the increasingly bothersome heat.

Better go back to the station, then. Nothing here for her. So she starts down the narrow street at a brisk pace, when her foot catches on something small--a string? No, more like a wire--and with a couple clicks and the sound of some mechanism being released, she's fallen right into a trap.

A slightly surprised "Oh--" is all that comes out of her mouth before a large pan hits her square on the head, then clatters to the ground at her feet, with the sharp clang of metal. It confuses her for a moment, then she's snapped out of it, and she immediately kneels down to examine the thing. What on earth was that supposed to do? 

Who... really, who does this?

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rained in.

never-ending-ideal liked for a starter.

It pays to keep an eye on the news, really, but Shiki found little need to mess with the television in the apartment, so she never did. So when the first drops fall from the overcast sky she's utterly unprepared, without even her jacket to protect her from getting completely soaked. While the pedestrians around her take out umbrellas or shield themselves with magazines, she's forced to duck into the first place she can find, on the corner of 1st and Olive.

Rain patters lightly on the overhanging cover of the bus stop, the noise almost drowned out by the sound of the cars at the intersection. Her boots splash in a puddle and a droplet from the edge of the overhang nearly gets her in the eye as she steps inside, turning her gaze skyward from the shelter of the roof. If the storm doesn't pass soon, she supposes she'll just walk back while it rains from her little excursion into the city. Not being drenched is preferable, but really, she doesn't care all too much. At the very least, she's wearing her laced boots today.

It seems another bus won't be arriving for a while. For such a busy place, the bus stop itself is oddly unoccupied, though that's probably due to the absence of a bus for another good hour. Now, the only two sitting on the bench are herself and a boy with striking red hair, who Shiki finds herself staring at almost immediately without even attempting to hide it.

...But no; he's definitely not who she thought he might be, though the two appear uncannily similar... in appearance alone, anyways. The boy in the bus stop across from her holds himself completely differently from her temporary roommate of one month. It would, in addition, be impossible for him to be who she was thinking of. The resemblance, however, is enough to cause her gaze to linger on him a little while longer.

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midnight stroll.

shallowgod liked for a starter.

The sun had long ago fallen beneath the horizon and taken with it the light of day, but Sector oo1's activity does not end with the coming of night. While the general public sleeps, the city's vermin crawls out of the alleyways to claim the darkened city as their own, lurking in the deeper shadows where the light of flickering streetlamps doesn't touch.

It is tonight, with the moon at its highest point in the sky, that Shiki finds herself wandering the city streets, allowing her whims to take her wherever she wishes. The summer night is warm, and there is no jacket on her shoulders, no pockets to place her hands in, and so her arms hang at her sides as she allows her feet to take her wherever she pleases.

She passes still-lit signs and stray animals, ignores the jeers of a couple punks, and when she feels a rumble in the ground under her feet stops to watch the buildings of the sector shift around. The spectacle of it still hasn’t quite worn off, though she’s less impressed and more bothered; moving familiar locations around never helps a person’s comfort. With them still rumbling around their respective blocks, she looks away and continues her little stroll. Eventually her mind drifts as her feet keep moving. 

Perhaps the unfamiliar setting has caused her to lose a bit of her edge, because even unfocused as she was she should have noticed the extra sets of footsteps join her own before now.

The building that looms in front of them all shrouds the alley in murky shadow that is barely kept from being pitch-black by the moon and the city’s own lights; the perfect place to ambush someone. Maybe if she had been paying more attention--if she had cared enough to--she would have noticed the men that followed her to this dead end. Their appearances scream danger, but not moreso than the glint of the blades that two of them hold; five troublesome people in all.

She acknowledges their presence with a sigh of exasperation and an indifferent look thrown over her shoulder. A pain in the ass, that’s what this is. A chore. They might think they stand a fighting chance, but they hold themselves like street vermin and they stand against one trained to fight demons.

Really, she’d rather not.

As she raises her right hand in a gesture of dismissal, she turns her gaze back to the dead end.

"Not interested."

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((hello naughty children it’s murder time

Starter call! Like for a starter, capped at 3. Castmates exempt.

If possible, IM’ing me with potential ideas for the interaction would be much appreciated and I will thank you from the bottom of my heart for it.))

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She arrives at the complex not too long after nightfall, and takes the elevator to her apartment in silence, accompanied by a few civilians that seem to all be too occupied to pay her any mind. In daylight on the city streets her outfit certainly drew some amount of attention to her, but now in the apartment everyone is too tired to pay attention to the girl and her kimono/jacket combo, their faces lit by cellphones or hid by magazines.

A stop, someone leaves. Another stop, and the other two people in the elevator shuffle out. Then she is alone, with only the dull noise of the elevator moving to keep her company.

Finally, the elevator smoothly halts, and Shiki herself lightly steps out into the unoccupied hall of one of the topmost floors.

Shiki enters, closing the door as silently as it opened.

She unlaces her boots at the doorway and leaves them there as she immediately retreats to her own room. The door swings shut with a click.

She reaches for the back of her kimono, pulls out the wooden knife, and turns it over in her hands. It’s essentially a toy, and definitely not her favorite knife, she muses as she experimentally swings it around a little. Really, the least they could have done would have been to give her that, but they didn’t even have the courtesy to leave the knife in her prosthetic there. 

It has not even been a day and she already keenly feels the loss of a couple things; among others, that 7-inch blade. Sure, this kid’s tool could do some damage if she really tried, but it’s a mockery of a good weapon. She closes her eyes and breathes a sigh of frustration.

They snap open a moment later.

In the darkness of the unlit room Shiki’s Eyes alone shine a deep blue; but she cannot see the lines dancing across every object. No, in fact, the only thing she sees the lines on is the toy in her hands. They pulse across the length of the wood, inviting her to drag her finger along one, but she wills them out of sight. They fade from view, just as the aurora in her eyes fades back into inky black.

Only small, inanimate objects. Three times a day. Bastards. The “blade” slides back into her obi as she stalks across the room and throws herself onto the bed, paying no mind to the computer desk and lamp as she draws herself into a sitting position against the wall.

The city is definitely not sleeping. 

For all her efforts, she’s unable to resist her nocturnal tendencies, so she will not be sleeping either.

[citta-alveare-deactivated201811]

heyo. acting on prior reserve, here's shiki ryougi from kara no kyoukai. application can be found on sidebar or under /app.

Welcome to the hive, Shiki!

You will be housed in apartment x-1.

You will retain your mystic eyes of death perception, but it will only allow you to destroy inanimate objects no larger than a pop can, for three times per day. You will also be given a wooden knife.

Please note that if you ever reach Veteran rank, your starter ability will be eligible for a cap increase, not an entire cap removal due to it’s strength.

Enjoy your stay!

– mod 『 』