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citta alveare. makoto naegi.

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@asilverhero

What an amazing -- look.. that this man had. While there were certainly interesting people in his own world, ever since entering this dimension, he found himself astounded time and time again by stranger’s appearances. This was definitely one of them. Naegi had little clue whether it was rude or not to think that this person looked almost like an elf -- a dragon, maybe? There was an aura of strength manifesting around the stranger as well, almost daunting when compared to his tiny, unexciting atmosphere.

Naegi quickly began to realize how utterly small he was standing beside the other. ❝ Excuse me, ❞ he began timidly, scratching at his chin almost apologetically. ❝ I can’t reach the can on the top shelf and, um, I was wondering if you -- ? ❞ His intent was clear, although sounding very sorry. He felt as if it were his fault for being so short.

This was becoming increasingly embarrassing.

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@sanguinetactics​

Perhaps he shouldn’t have asked a question like that -- the words, ‘how long have you lived here’ seeming to hang in the air like dusty cobwebs. He knew inside of himself that he wanted to hear a simple reply such as ‘a few weeks’ or ‘two months’ and not.. -- whatever had just come out of the other’s mouth. Were the people here, no, citizens really supposed to live out their lives in such a toxic and frightening environment? The more Naegi thought about it, the faster the approaching headache tumbled forward.

❝ So you’ve.. lived here that long, Morgan-san? ❞ And you’ve just accepted it? The thought lingered in his mind but was not said, possibly to remain polite. No need to become rude or anything so early. ❝ Has everyone um.. given up looking for an exit? ❞

It was better to learn than to be ignorant, as Kirigiri often said.

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@basedefective

❝ You’re a -- detective? ❞ Despite the fact the career wasn’t something entirely exclusive, the words still brought surprise to reflect across his softened features. He had only spoken to one detective in his life so far, a beautiful and distant Kirigiri Kyouko. Considering she was titled an Ultimate in her profession, the young man had little clue what an, ah, normal detective was like. Not as if he were immediately belittling the stranger -- Naegi couldn’t decidedly pin him as an amateur without knowing him first, now could he?

The fingers wrapped around his coffee twitched just slightly before he drew the drink to his lips. After taking a sip, he asked, ❝ what do you work on, Tohru-san? Are your cases difficult? ❞ He knew first hard that solving anything murder related was.. both extremely trying but also incredibly rewarding

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@excessiveknitting

There was the sound of clattering, like that of something fragile abruptly hitting the tile floor of the apparent department store. Naegi instinctively reacted and picked up the source -- a pair of glasses, thankfully without a scratch tarnishing them. Smiling in relief, he stood up and presented them to the person standing closest. He presumed they were its owner.

❝ Ah -- I picked them up before you, I’m sorry, ❞ he apologized regardless, tilting his head to the side. ❝ Here are your glasses. They look alright, I think. ❞

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like this post for a starter of varying lengths. i'll try my best to get them out on time. no cap for now!

[lilysms-deactivated20161126]

sayaka has never had to confront any of the bad things she has done for her own survival before –– – – whether it be the bad things she’s done to get into the industry or to keep up with the cutthroat world of being a idol. but attempting MURDER is not on the same level as giving her body to some man who promised to set up an interview with a scout.

would naegi be able to forgive her for what she tried to do to leon ? should it matter ? does he matter ? after all, he has nothing to do with her DREAM. he is just some boy who helped another with no apparent personal gain; it had been a foreign concept to her, but it had also been a concept that stuck. why ? why, why, why ?

she’s a mess, that’s for sure.

❝ naegi-kun. ❞ sayaka’s voice sounds hollow, like an echo of the confident girl on stage. she’s still in the process of trying to understand what’s going on; why naegi is laughing of all things. ❝ i –– ❞

❝ i’ve missed you too, naegi-kun. ❞ it’s the TRUTH. any chance of conjuring up her idol mask is gone, and all is left is a broken girl with only a dream and a friend to keep her intact. ❝ but you shouldn’t cry over me. i know you said you would always be my friend, but i… understand if you don’t want to, not after i –– ❞

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It feels as if time had slowed, each agonizing second prolonged as he watched her expression crumple. It hurt him -- more than he could ever describe, and god forbid anyone ask of him to recall this moment with spoken words. He never dreamed that he would meet Maizono Sayaka again. The memories of her were very fresh though, each one shimmery around the edges and every smile -- whether faked or not, he didn’t mind -- that she had given him in the past practically crystalline. He swore he’d never forget how she looked.

Although he had always thought hard about what he would want to say to her, if he was able to again, it seemed every possible thing melted away all at once. Suddenly Naegi felt incredibly tongue-tied, especially so once he managed to digest how utterly broken Maizono looked. His green eyes were watery still and he shook his head once -- maybe to physically clear his mind? It didn’t matter.

He took a deep breath with eyes closed.

Crossing the remaining distance between them was too easy. It felt as if he were cutting through a cake that was still hot from the oven. What a silly ideology to be thinking about just now. Maybe his nerves were getting the best of him if he were comparing things such as that to finally -- finally, having the young girl close again. The current predicment was terrible but the selfish feeling deep in his chest remained, grateful that he could finally speak to the girl who had consequently nearly killed him and saved him once.

Naegi took her hands into his own, silently imprinting the delicately soft skin of hers into the depths of his mind, taking account of her slight trembling. The tears in his eyes well again and he laughed once more. It sounded a bit pitch-y due to his breathlessness.

❝ It doesn’t matter, Maizono-san, ❞ he said earnestly, tightening his grip of her hands. ❝ What happened back then, it doesn’t matter. I’m just -- ❞ he smiled softly, cheeks flushed with relief, ❝ -- so happy to see you. ❞ Naegi’s expression then became quite determined, green eyes hardening despite their dampened state. ❝ I want to be friends, just like I promised I would. ❞

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ah! i realized i haven’t shared my twitter here yet, so let me go ahead and do so -- you can follow me on here @ jougasaki. i’d be very happy to become friends!

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@lilysms

It is a possibility; something he thought about before sleeping, or small moments when listening to music, something he knew could happen. Due to the reasoning that he’s run across those such as Kirigiri, Enoshima, and Komaeda, the thought isn’t stupid that she could be here too. There are quite a handful of things he could say if she ended up in this place, between apologies, gratitude, and shared anxieties. Among the possibility of her existence in this dimension, there is also the situation where she wouldn’t want to see him at all. (Would he be alright with that, though, he wondered often.)

On that summer’s day, the moment his eyes fell on a considerably ruffled young girl, he feels hit insides turn cold in uncertainty. Of course he would be nervous -- they hadn’t exactly parted on good terms. Although he had accepted what happened after her untimely death, as well as made peace with himself, who was he to think she would be happy? Kirigiri had assured him that in her dying moments, Maizono thought of him.

He was very grateful for that.

Naegi’s legs carry him to her without him realizing it, and by the time he’s self-aware, he’s practically running towards her direction. ❝ M -- Maizono-san! ❞ His cry of relief, of inclined apprehension, fills the warm air. All too soon he’s standing a few feet away, chest rising and falling from the sudden exertion. ❝ Maizono-san, ❞ the brunette said again, revelling in her familiar features.

It was as if she hadn’t aged a day. Her nose was dainty, face round and doll-like porcelain, her long eyelashes touching her cheeks with each blink. Maizono Sayaka was as beautiful as she had always been -- a top tier idol, an Ultimate Idol. With his green eyes searching hers, he feels them warm from the back, the heat of fresh tears building behind his eyelids.

❝ I -- I’m so glad, ❞ Naegi said. The sound that comes next is unexpected; a laugh. He’s not sure if it’s his nerves or pure solace that bubbling in his chest that caused it. He smiled softly, the tears in the corners of his eyes sliding down his cheeks. It was expected that someone as compassionate as himself would cry upon meeting the girl he adored, breathing, alive. Even if she disliked him in some way, he couldn’t contain his absolute joy.

❝ I’ve missed you, Maizono-san. ❞

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   ❝ Cocoon monsters, huh..? I’m not surprised anymore. ❞ Honestly, coming from someone who survived the apocalypse already, anything was game. This is just another unfortuante event in his life.

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@mellifluencex

❝ -- Ah, the tip of your.. tail, is on my leg, ❞ he stammered, noticeably ruffled by the stranger’s extraordinary appearance. The young man wondered what sort of world she must have hailed from to look so, well, remarkable. Naegi was hardly the one to be rude and tried his best to sound as nonthreatening as possible. It could be dangerous, right?

He hadn’t expected to meet such a person when getting into line for a cup of coffee, especially not so early in the morning. ❝ I hope I didn’t offend you, ❞ he added apologetically, unsure whether pointing it out to her was a bad move on his part. What sort of power must a woman like that have? Considering he was simply human, those who had incredible abilities was something completely lost on him, a fairytale if anything.

Hopefully this wouldn’t be the start of a terrible day. 

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@despoilair

It was inevitable, the chance he would cross paths with the one whom was the destructive catalyst of his own world, the person who brought forth a wave of chaos and terrorism. Here, in this place, her appearance had yet to change. She was slender and tall, her cheekbones well-defined with sharp eyes adorning their peek, her hair as beautifully wild as always. He wondered vaguely how long she had been here -- weeks, years?

The sick feeling in his stomach felt tremendous, a swirl of comprehensible feeling and frustration. It was Her, she was the cause of so many terrible and unfortunate things -- yet she lived now, again, seeming almost insignificant in the mass of occupying people. However, it wasn’t as if he were underestimating the young woman, knowing full well what she could do with her snake of a tongue. They dubbed her the mastermind for a reason.

Naegi can feel the blood drain from his face and he knows he’s pale, hands trembling minutely at his sides. Living in the Hive long enough had given him the information he needed -- it was impossible to leave. It wasn’t the same as The Mutual Killing Game at all, as there wasn’t a motive to accept or a place to return to. This was an entirely different dimension and there was no way out. He absolutely must face her again. 

❝ Enoshima-san, ❞ the brunette addressed her, voice low. Naegi’s conviction was incredibly tough. ❝ I expected you’d be here, too. ❞

He feels it then, the emotion that always gripped his heart and repeated the mantra of hope. Although the title itself was quite embarrassing in spoken context, it was hardly a lie, hardly something to be taken lightly. Naegi’s lungs fill with air and his eyes are hard as flint, dully reflecting the light of a near lamp post. The dusk surroundings were almost eerily quiet, and the only thing he could hear being his fluttering heartbeat.

The night would be long.

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hello! my hiatus is over and it’s time to get back into things. like this post for a starter of varying lengths. my cap will be five. if you needed something in particular, send an ask!

castmates exempt.

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The memories from the island have been foggy for a great part of his first moments inside this city. 

The rest of his memories are a completely different story, however. Most of them are quite unclear, buzzing disorderly pieces of a puzzle that are hard to fit in their right places. There is static, there is broken glass and blood, bear claws making a mess out of bodies just like their queen claws misery out of bright minds. 

And then there is him. Naegi Makoto, one of the few clear things in his brain, and one of the few things radiating light that’s not the proud and almighty Sun.

“Haha… of course I remember who you are, Naegi-kun!” Nagito laughs, as if it’s more of a joke than a serious question. It’s a casual, wholehearted sound, almost as if there is enough intimacy between them to compare it to the reunion of two old friends – but then again, it’s not. 

Closer observation would have been enough to identify admiration, adoration – not quite friendliness. 

“And… If you want me to be honest, I remember most things.” Curled fingers propping up his chin, eyes closed – his face screams deep thought. It also screams a blatant desire to be helpful for someone like him, Naegi Makoto, Super High-School Level Hope. Untainted by fakers and liars, untouched by that woman’s putrid fingers, trying his best at saving the world. The true one.

Nagito opens his eyes. Some of the same putrid fingers rub the fabric of his sleeve, the worn-out red nail polish a rotten ghost of a color. It reassures him, somehow: how it looks dead. “I am surprised that you haven’t forgotten about someone like me, Naegi-kun. To think I, of all people, have been contacted by you, of all people… the scientists truly are bringing some of our world’s best, aren’t they?”

“How can I be of use for you?”

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    It was to be expected that the other young man’s fickle personality would remain even the most outlandish of settings -- it had survived the murder islands and Hope’s Peak after all. Nonetheless, the initial response was relieving, another blight wiped from Naegi’s anxious conscious. Perhaps any other Ultimate Despair he ran into would have a similar experience? It wouldn’t be easy to explain what he’d done for them -- to them. Future resentment was something he was prepared to face for having wiped the memories of fellow classmates.

  His cheeks filled with air and he looked a bit sullen, deciding on what he wanted to say to Komaeda. If he remembered things, disturbing imagery and awful thoughts, then what did he think now? Even if Naegi was forgiven in some way, he felt unsure. The other had a the habit of self-deprecation and Naegi never, ever wanted to take advantage of that. Although trying to decipher how his fellow student really felt about things was another dilemma.

   Muted green eyes slowly shifted to rest on Komaeda’s other hand, the one with the dulled red polish. Something in the brunette’s gut felt very sick then and the pout already settled on his face grew more obvious. He was hardly frightening when upset and rather resembled a kicked puppy, as Togami had once commented on. ❝ So you do remember, ❞ he said huffily, trying his best to ignore how jarring seeing Enoshima’s mutilated flesh was.

  Oh, and the reverence in the other’s voice hardly slipped past him.

  ❝ Komaeda-kun, ❞ Naegi started again, deciding finally on what he wanted to say, ❝ are you angry? ❞ It was right of him if he was. ❝ I took your memories without permission and then -- then this happened. ❞ The childish glower looked almost adorable. ❝ You are not being of 'use’ to me either, ❞ he added, tone softer, ❝ it’s not like that at all. ❞

   I would never forget you, Komaeda-kun, Naegi almost added.

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@exsoleille

    There was certainly a strong sense of individuality in this city, each stranger inhibiting it different in a variety of ways. He had come to terms with the idea that there were people that came from time periods that were completely opposite of his own -- medieval, deep future, other dimension. Thankfully the young man could adjust easily to such things, his world a post-apocalyptic mess of sorts, giving him the chance to accept everything as it were. It didn’t stop him from being interested, however. Anyone would be shocked to discover that in this very city, heroes of the millennium walked the streets in casual attire.

   Out of completely kind curiosity, he approached a young lady who appeared.. contrasting to citizens whom lived in a modern era. Was it her way of speaking, maybe? Or the way in which she carried her gait? It couldn’t help to ask, hopeful attitude in check that the stranger wouldn’t take offense to an innocent question.

  Naegi reached out and tugged lightly on her sleeve, waiting until she had turned to meet him. ❝ Excuse me, ❞ he began, bowing his head slightly in polite regard. ❝ I hope it’s okay for me to ask but -- is it possible I could know where you came from? I haven’t talked to someone of a different, um, time-period than myself yet. ❞ He fumbled just a bit. What if she were of nobility? Was he being super imprudent?

    ❝ I’m sorry if I’m overstepping my boundaries--.. ❞

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@selfrighting

   ❝ Ah, I’m sorry! ❞ He hadn’t meant to bump in the young girl, causing the book she held in her hands to clatter onto the wooden floor. Perhaps reading while walking wasn’t the best course of action, even if they did stand in a near-empty bookstore -- how embarrassing. The brunette immediately bent down to retrieve the novel and then held it out for her to take. ❝ I wasn’t looking where I was going, ❞ Naegi confessed, nervous, ❝ I hope you’re alright. ❞

   It’s now that he is able to get a good look at the other. She had large red eyes, something that seemed both daunting and interesting, and the brightest hair he had ever seen. He privately thought the stranger looked quite pretty, whoever she may be. Although Naegi had learned early in his clumsy lifetime that even the most babyfaced of people could be nasty to the core. He hoped that her personality was as kind as she looked.

   ❝ Did you lose your place? ❞

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@soulsees

   He can feel it blooming in his stomach before his mind could even catch up to what he was seeing -- the utter relief and happiness almost unreal. Given that he had run into the ‘Ultimate Despair’ already, it should have been expected he’d see some from his own school days, even those who had died in some way or another. It didn’t stop him from feeling absolutely overjoyed though. Just as he had been elated to run into Kirigiri, here the young man stood before Oogami Sakura, as beautifully strong as she ever was. 

  Naegi looked up at her with eyes wide, growing watery with every given second. ❝ O -- Oogami-san, ❞ he finally warbled out, and then lifted up the sleeves of his hoodie to dab at his eyes. Once he would have felt embarrassed for crying, but not now, not when his classmate had finally returned. He hiccuped softly and offered her a smile, lowering his hand to admire her with clear eyes. ❝ I’m so happy you’re alright, Oogami-san, ❞ he said, ❝ I -- we’ve missed you so much. ❞

 Reaching out to touch her arm, he stopped himself. She was alive, she was breathing, the young man reminded himself, she wasn’t going to disappear before his eyes. Naegi didn’t need to affirm the other wasn’t an apparition. With this, he withdrew his outstretched hand and instead grinned in a silly sort of way, drunk on his jubilation. If he ever returned back to his world, he knew Asahina would appreciate every second he spent with her best friend. Once she learned that Oogami was truly at peace--.. yes, it would be just fine.

   ❝ Thank goodness. ❞

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@asukashikimoney

   Red hair.

   It had been quite some time since he had last seen someone with ginger hair, both instances having context that made his heart feel heavy. Regardless, he let his eyes fall down the nape of her neck as flame swayed effortlessly in the breeze. It really was pretty, he thought vaguely, feeling a melancholy echo somewhere in his core. One instance had been exuberant, bright and alive like a firecracker, only to be brutally snuffed out in the end. The second was very beautiful and poise, yet she brought destruction and despair to the Earth under the watch of a blonde queen.

   Naegi reeled in his thoughts and rooted himself in a better place. Despite being someone regarded as the ‘Ultimate Hope,’ he was still sensitive to memory and found some days to be a struggle. It was very human of him.

   ❝ Ah, hello--! ❞ he finally said, realizing that he had been standing in place for quite some time. Of course the young girl would notice him eventually. He prayed she wouldn’t think of him as a creep or pervert -- honestly, he was just thinking! The brunette waved his hands nervously, an awkward smile on his face as he continued, ❝ I -- I just haven’t seen someone with your hair color in a long time. I’m sorry. ❞ Always apologizing.