bitches ain't stealing my tiara

rin was here shiki is a loser ( possible tw materials on this blog )

[iguraking]

a taste of wine [intro|open]

[oasis-of-books-deactivated20150]

   It was a rare thing, her assistant asking her to wait as he went off to do something. Maybe it was because of how large this city was he felt the need to try to help her more than he did normally in the Library, hard to say really. While the Library wasn’t as big and active as Hive City, it still was a decent size, nothing she couldn’t handle save when a number of worlds popped up. Still though, it seemed like he had something else in mind to do while he was alone, so she let him go, sitting and watching people go by.

As she watched them go, a familiar light came into view and she knew it was time to leave this area. Just as she was about to move away, a child ran into her, making her hit another chair before they looked at her quickly, said sorry and ran off again. The Librarian watched the child run off, failing to hear the footsteps approaching behind her as something was then poured onto her head.

"…." Grabbing a piece of her hair, she looked at the red liquid a bit as a voice came from behind, causing her to turn her head to glance at the owner, expression blank as he spoke.

She stared at the man for a while, when Gim called out to her not to far away, and at that point turned and began to walk away from the man saying nothing at all. 

[iguraking]

     He had been ignored. A small 'tsk' slipped past his lips and crimson eyes stared at the persons small frame. That didn't sit well with him, and it wasn't because he was used to being acknowledged. Perhaps it was how this woman dare to stare at him, yet didn't appear to be scared.

      Maybe it should have made him feel glad that someone had the guts to do so, but he had stated that she needed to pay him back, yet she ignored that. How irritating. And neither did he care about the fact people were watching him.

     Taking long strides after her, Shiki reached his hand out and grabbed onto her wrist. After that, if he was lucky, although with his size and own strength he did not need luck, he pushed her into a nearby wall. Nails digging into her wrist, he glared at her.

     "Let me rephrase what I said; You will buy me a new glass," and his tone was a lot colder than before. He didn't like repeating himself. It was annoying, and often a waste of breath.

     That deadly aura grew around him, showing his mood was, indeed, becoming worse. This was a sight that would send all those people who thought they were brave, and cocky enough, to try fight him as the druglord.

[iguraking]

a taste of wine [intro|open]

[datarequiem-blog]

The city’s pulse felt different- slower. She sighed, seeing her breath frost over and dissolve into the air. Twisting her palm and raising the sleeve of her sweater, the shaman had written a small list on the inside of her wrist in black ink due to the lack of actual paper and even though at the time it seemed convenient, she frowned slightly at the smudges. Thankfully it could still be read but she wouldn’t want to forget something. Stepping inside the small restaurant, her lips were subconsciously listing off what she needed to pick up. 

Her mind completely elsewhere, the shaman tripped on her toes and reached for the chair in front of her in attempts to keep herself upright, disturbing a man that had been seated. As he rose to his full height, she was trying to not be afraid but still she felt fear prickling her skin and her body began trembling under his intimidating gaze. Her voice as usual failed her, it wasn’t odd that when she tried to speak her words aloud, they instead came out in a quiet, stuttering whisper. She knew she was about to be reprimanded, "Oh! I-I’m incredibly s-sorry, sir. I’ll-"

The man before her raised his glass over her head, an easy task considering her petite frame, and with her feet numb, rooted to the ground, and immobile, she then found the wine suddenly soaking her short hair and spilling over closed eyelids. Sera exhaled with a shiver, lashes fluttering both in surprise and to keep the liquid from getting into her eyes, as she gathered the courage to look up and meet his crimson gaze.

"… I-I suppose I deserved that," she replied softly, hand drifting to pull off her scarf to dry herself off, "I’m… I can definitely buy you another drink, sir. I-I’d be more than happy to. Um, is there anything else I can do? I really am very sorry. There’s no excuse for my behavior…"

[iguraking]

     Apologizing was useless to a man like him who accepted no forgiveness. If they weren't foolish enough to make a mistake in the first place, then there was no need to say sorry for doing anything. That was how it worked in his mind at least, although Shiki knew no person was perfect.

     They just needed to be extra careful with how they made the mistake around, or with. After all, they could easily cost their lives if they did not pay attention. There are men cruel people in this world, including Shiki, who wouldn't hesitate to strike a person down because of it.

     Rising his chin a little, but eyes remained on her, Shiki's expression did not change. It was good to see she accepted her wrongdoing, and neither did she cry or run away. She also didn't get angry, which was a bonus.

     Either she was one of those people who were far to nice for their own good, or she was able to control her emotions very well. He had a feeling that it was the former though, given that she is bowing down to him easily.

     "... I think that's enough, but," He furrowed his brows and reached his hand out to grab her chin, lifting it up so that he could get a better look at her. "I must admit there is something interesting around you."

[iguraking]

a taste of wine [intro|open]

     If there was one thing that this place and his hellhole had in common, it was the wine. Some of them at least. There were a few he had never heard of, and they had an odd taste to him, but he was still able to grow fond of the alcohol. It was useful for many reasons besides drinking.

     That was why he would often go out to buy them. He had yet to do anything serious with them though, besides their obvious use. Leaning back in the chair with his legs crossed, Shiki lifted up the wine glass and watched as the red liquid swished around.

     The scent was powerful when you put your nose to it, and he actually found the smell nice. This was his favorite wine in Hive City, and the one he would buy often.

     Which is why it's a shame when someone bumps into his chair and he watched as his drink splashed onto his hand. It also would have tipped over if Shiki did not have such a strong hold on it. Narrowing his crimson eyes, he stared at the reason who had ran into it.

     What a waste.

     Standing up without a word, the tall man walked over to the person. He didn't care if they looked scared, or annoyed. If they were saying sorry or not. None of that ever mattered to a man like him. Which is why he raised the glass and...

     The liquid fell onto the persons head. "You can buy me a new one," Shiki said in a cold and rather demanding tone. It was clear that he was no longer in a good mood, if he was even in one beforehand. And it was likely to get worse.

[iguraking]

( IT DID NOT POST IN THE TAGS I AM MAD I WILL RE-POST BECAUSE IT IS IMPORTANT...

so, because shiki’s such an asshole who will be a bitch to whoever he talks to and probably try to slay them, i’m really hesitant to respond to opens/minis/etc! and it’s why i haven’t actually followed people unless they follow first given that there will be some tw materials here aka gore and rape mentions because that’s the type of world he comes from. of course, he won’t pull the latter action here. but please let me know if if you are/aren’t comfortable with threading with him.

and i actually do want to get pretty active on him because he’s an interesting and new character for me which will be a bit of a challenge. so don’t be afraid to plot things with me, too! so, yeah;; let me know because i really would love to roleplay with more people on him. )

[qtflash]

your memory`s fading

[qtflash]

The irony of their situation was one so cruel, to remember it after this ordeal would likely cause the blonde to nearly bite his tongue clean off. His entire life in Toshima would have built to this moment where he was face to face with his brother. No matter what, Rin would catch up to him eventually, and he would spill his blood. Or have his own life severed in the process — honestly, he wasn`t very picky on this matter. Either way would serve as a proper retribution. With or without tags, he always pursued Shiki, running ends of the earth just to find a glimpse of where he might have left his presence, skulking the streets like a ghost. He truly did feel like an ethereal creature to Rin: no longer human, merely a sliver of something he used to know, or perhaps an imagination conjured up to cover the scar tissue. All in all, his former notions of the ‘Shiki’ that was once his beloved elder brother was completely dead to him. They could never go back to the way it was. But the Rin who presently looked at his greatest heartbreak and likewise failure in the eye couldn`t remember that past. He knew he had a brother, but had forgotten their life entirely, couldn`t recall just how much he once loved him. And how that love had fostered a rivalry that blossomed into a scarlet hatred, as red as their shared blood, and the blood this man had spilled back then. It was why he opened his mouth and spoke such blithe words to the man known as “king,” as though he spoke to a common challenger he would have encountered in his supposed previous life.  Like he so often did, mirroring those pale images that reflected somewhat in the vestiges of what remained of his past, Rin continued to push his luck by stepping forward, the weapons his hands still steadied. His body was prepared for the worst almost constantly, like prey on high alert. ”Run away? Are you kidding me?”

“I`m not leaving until I get some answers, buddy. I don`t buy that smoke and mystery double talk kinda stuff, you know?” He would have relented long ago if there wasn`t a feeling that there was something to find here. If it weren`t for those eyes, his confusion would have remained. Although he was quite befuddled by this sense of familiarity, no matter how many memories left him, that stubborn nature would never relent. 

[iguraking]

     Groaning, Shiki knew that this was the reaction he would have gotten form Rin. He was a stubborn fool and running away wasn't his style, not unless he had no choice. But even then... he could remember the times Rin would refuse to back down when they came into contact unless Shiki had left him laying on the ground.

     He really didn't feel like talking, and neither did he wish to do anything with Rin. But, Shiki was no fool and would aware that the blonde would only follow him if he turned around to leave. This was an unwanted situation and he need to come up with a way to leave as soon as possible.

     Maybe it was a good thing that he had a wooden sword. There wasn't much point in killing Rin, not unless he decided to push his luck, but that didn't mean he wouldn't make sure that the blonde wouldn't have able to bother him any further.

     At least until he healed, but maybe if he was able to injure him to that point, Rin would finally leave him alone.

     "Tsk," that was only a stupid dream. It would never happen, not after what the pair had already been through. There was no way neither of them would leave unscathed at this rate.  "If you can land a cut on me then maybe, just maybe I'll reveal my name to you."

     There was very little chance of Rin being able to do such a thing. He might have his weapons back, but Shiki didn't need a real katana in order to protect himself. No. All that training he received as a child was more than enough.

     And, because he had actually been out there and needed to use it countless times until he was too strong for people to approach, Shiki didn't need to doubt his abilities. He never did. So he stood there, wooden katana in hand and red eyes glaring down at his younger brother.

[scoppiodira-blog]

grows into nothing / open

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" 

His voice carries, a familiar rage swelling at the realization that the door he’s just exited won’t budge, at the dawning recognition of the reality of his situation. It’s no sentimentality that pisses Xanxus off at being unceremoniously removed from his home — there’s certainly no one he’d miss — but the audacity these scumbags must possess to use him as some kind of human guinea pig —

Old scars spread over his skin like ink bleeding through paper, and he seethes. 

"Who the fuck —” His one remaining hand (he’s not happy about that, either, but that’s an issue that will have to wait) raises, his fingers crooked like claws. “Do you think I am?” 

His flame surges, energy flowing from his skin; he has no target for it, no direction for his outburst save the assumption that someone, somewhere, is watching this. It only takes an instant, though, for him to recognize his utter lack of power; he knows his own strength, if nothing else, and this — this is nothing. Shouting wordlessly, he drives his fist into the wall beside him, the sting in his knuckles relieving nothing. He spares no thought for the passersby that might be watching — he’s never had much of a problem with causing a scene, anyway. 

[iguraking]

     If Shiki had pockets, he would have his hands in them and leaning back on her heels as he watched the man in front of him act like a five year old. Strangely enough, he didn't act too differently from him. But instead if banging on the door, Shiki went around the sector to find places they could be hiding.

     There was no doubt that the video had been recorded and all that was there was a screen. Returning to the room would be pointless because nobody would be paying any attention to those in it. All they would do would surely be just opening and closing the door.

     And shoving some poor bastard into the room, first.

     Shiki just stood there quietly those, both hands at his side while one possessed that useless weapon they had given him. Red, piercing eyes stared at Xanxus and then he let out a sigh. This was becoming annoying.

     "Shut up," he finally said. It would have been easier to walk away and ignore him, but Shiki didn't feel like being nice today. Then again, when did this guy feel nice? It was very, very rare and probably never happened when one thought about it.

[qtflash]

your memory`s fading

[qtflash]

He almost blended into the darkness of the alley. If not for his pale skin, Rin would have missed him entirely. But what caught him more than anything, what held him in place was the unyielding stare of cruel red eyes. It caused a prickling under his skin that made him shiver, his grip tightening around the hilt of his weapons until his knuckles were almost white from the pressure. Normally, potential enemies would never make him this uneasy. In the far off days of his past, much of his competition would have made him sneer at their weakness (perhaps the two apples were not that different from one another) but his lack of memories caused his nature to be more humble. Only in attitude, however; the blonde still had faith in the muscle memory that attached itself to his weapons that reacted so strongly to this menacing aura. Even though he felt inclined to take a step back, he betrayed what was left of common sense and walked forward. Just enough that Shiki had no choice but to notice. Their gazes were so even, Rin didn`t even feel like he could blink, continuing to look into that sharp, cold stare — something that could easily come off as a challenge. A nagging feeling that there was something he`d forgotten pulled on him as strong as gravity. It was even worse than the tugging sensation on his heart when he saw Akira. The eyes were a window to the soul. Those familiar, blue eyes made him feel calm, while the blood red eyes that looked right through Rin alarmed him — as though his blank, wiped brain still recognized something that had instilled both love and hatred inside himself all at once. ”What…?”  He hardly made the effort to veil the surprise in his voice. Even though this man had a paltry mimic of a weapon (something Rin himself had been stuck with just weeks prior) he still felt threatened. And like a feline who feels as though they`re being challenged, Rin puffed up accordingly.

“What do you mean? Who are you?”

[iguraking]

     He had noticed something was off with Rin the moment he saw him. Naturally he would have felt more hostile, but he didn't as much as he did with being... not scared, but something close to that. It looked like his body was able to remember a few things though, given how Rin moved towards him.

     Lifting his chin a little, Shiki looked down at Rin. Perhaps this was the doing of the scientists which brought him here and strangely enough, he found himself feeling like it wouldn't be a surprise if the was the case. He would need to look into it later, but for now he had his hands full.

     Or soon enough he would.

     This was giving him a good chance though. If Rin was not able to remember him then he could easily avoid the blonde and live a somewhat peaceful life. At least one where he wouldn't need to deal with Rin glaring and wanting to fight him all the time.

     Still, to think that he would be able to forget something so important and what felt like his own 'goal' in life, Shiki was a little shocked. Maybe it wasn't as important after all, although Rin's body appeared to at least remember.

     It was hard to figure out.

     "My name is of no importance if you don't remember. I suggest you turn around, and run away." It would save them both a headache, even if Shiki was just saying it for his own benefit. Fighting someone like Rin gave him little joy because the results were always the same.

[iguradog]

Akira wasn’t exactly gung ho about the whole social experiment thing either, maybe he and Shiki had that much in common.

Still, it was either that or Shiki kill and stole someone else’s weapons from them. Which knowing him as the famed Il Re, that wouldn’t be a problem. Maybe that was to be his preferred option. He’d explain that much to him later, for now, he kept things short and simple. 

"It’s better if you see for yourself."

"Sector One moves it’s structure, Two is toxic literally, Three is probably the most like Toshima, Four, Five, and Six seem the most normal. …Where do you live?”

[iguraking]

     This city was more messed up than he thought. Each sector sounded like it was a completely different town, it's own small place. He probably would have been preferred to be place in Three, but as luck has it, he got stuck with the most confusing one.

     Maybe he could get an apartment change, or at least asking about one unless he was able to master the first sector.

     "Sector One, unfortunately." And he's already growing annoyed about the housing arrangement. ".. What about you?" Because maybe Akira had worse luck than him.

[taomaster]

“It’d be most difficult to return a sword to you when I’ve never had it. However…” An idea was hatching in Waka’s head. He’d been considering this for quite a while.

“I’m certain we could obtain a couple of swords. I’m in need of one myself.”

[iguraking]

     "Hmph."

     That was not an answer he was hoping for, or at least that this man didn't have his sword. But at least this mean his life will be sparred. "Oh?" Shiki raised a brow. "And how do you propose 'we' do that?"

[qtflash]

your memory`s fading

His heart felt lighter in the days that passed since he had asked about the tags around his chest. Mysteries hung around why it was there, why he couldn`t let it go. When he`d spoken with Akira, he was able to remember why he asked him for a fight all that time ago. His old life seemed to involve much more battles than he remembered, but why? He could remember Bl@ster, that he was part of a team that had all left for some reason. Those reasons that lay empty like the spaces between his fingers as he wandered through the dark, lonely streets of the sector. He`d ducked into a nearby alley, breathless from all the running he`d been doing as sunset waxed into evening. Purposely exhausting his body helped to get his mind off of things, but it made him awfully tired. His breath came in gasping sighs as he hung onto the feeling of nostalgia, wondering if it would guide him anywhere to thoughts of ‘home.’ But he wasn`t sad. “Empty” was not synonymous with such a feeling, merely the peculiarity that hearts rely on memories so strongly. Although he could not recall his, he was still the same Rin, wasn`t he? The sudden sound of movement not far off brought him to attention, snapping his vision up to where he assumed the source lay. A presence that could hardly be detected sent shivers down his spine. Not knowing what was there was equal parts exciting and frightening. The black of night overwhelmed him so much that it was impossible to make out the shapes around him, as though all around him were just the lucid imaginations born from his dreams. But something about this menacing aura spoke to his very skin, telling him to leave. Like animals with their carnal instinct to fight or flight buried deep with their brain, his nerves jumped as he backed out into the empty street, the eerie quiet piercing his ears with the strange ringing that always accompanies silence.  The evidence that he once fought was there, prevalent in the vestiges of his memory that still stuck around, as well as the amount of knives he kept on his person at all times. And despite not remembering the battles themselves, his hands instinctively gripped the hilt of his stilettos.

“Who`s there?”

[iguraking]

     Moving at night always felt better to a man like Shiki. Toshima was generally a dark place too so seeing a sky which was actually a sky was odd to him and perhaps a little too bright for his taste. He knew that he would get adjusted to it sooner or later though, he needed to in order to surivie in this world.

     Pausing, he lifted up the wooden katana and let out a sigh. It felt odd to hold such a thing because it did not weigh the same as his precious sword, and neither did it feel right to him. But he just needed to talk to people in order to get it, or steal one from another until he was able to steal back his original sword.

     This was a pain.

     His katana cut through the air quickly who he moved it. Adjusting to it would not be a simple task, but he would manage. Lowering it, Shiki started to make his way through the streets again which felt somewhat peaceful. That was also odd for him. he was used to chaos and the feeling of people running away at the sight of him.

     That didn't happen here, not yet at least, and it didn't look like too many people were hanging outside as well. He didn't mind at least because he would be able to focus his goal and scout the area for anything that might be of use to him in the future. Those solider skills he had drilled into him were going to be turned into good use now.

     It did appear he did not go unnoticed when he started to blend into the dark. Eyes narrowing at the sound of the voice, Shiki was able to recgnoize it easily. How could he not when it belonged to his own blood, and an annoying 'brat' as well. This was just what he needed to deal with.

     Stepping out so he could be seen in Rin's view, a sigh escaped his lips. "I had been hoping that you did not come here." But he had a feeling that the blonde would show up sooner or later. If Akira was here then that would mean Rin had to be lurking around, too. There had been a chance he might not have been, but Shiki's guts told him otherwise.

[iguradog]

"Then the more people you talk to, the sooner you’ll get your sword back." 

Assuming that Shiki could do that without killing anyone he came into contact with. Akira was careful as he spoke with him of course, being mindful of his presence and his movements. It wasn’t out of fear that he met his gaze, but out of precaution.

If Shiki were to make a move, he wouldn’t miss it.

"…Anyway, is that all you wanted to know?"

[iguraking]

     Shiki and talking to people didn't work together. He furrows his brows at the thought. "And how would talking to small fries help me?" Because unless he gets an answer, he won't be talking to anyone. Well, not unless they bugged him or something.

     But then he'd just be talking with this sword. Damn, this city was making him work and he didn't like it at all. They stole his belongings after all she he had every right to get them back.

     "You can help explain these sectors to me."

     Because Akira was there and he wasn't stupid like everyone else, or at least that's what Shiki was thinking. It would also help him avoid needing to contact another person.

[iguradog]

…Well, wasn’t that a familiar voice — he’s not exactly keen to help him out by answering his questions but something drives him to do so regardless.

"There is no way out from what I’ve seen. As for your sword, you have to steal one or earn it back. Consider those the rules of this game.”

[iguraking]

     "Then I'll make a way out."

     Because if he caused enough ruckus, they'll have to let him go back, right? Right?? He still had things to do, people to see and kill. "Tch. I'll go with the former for now." Because he only feels comfortable using his own sword.

[iguraking]

     "The person who can return my sword, and tell me how to get out of this hellhole will be given a reward." What reward? You'll have to ask him to find out.

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