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it is not the strong or the smart that survive, but the ones who can bring about change. 【 fates-rewritten 】

[ludenburg-blog]

lmao hows it goin over here

[inutiliter-blog]

“Yeah, you’re welcome–hey! Wait–”

Did she expect him to carry her cat back for her? This thing was huge–depending on where she lived, he was pretty sure his arms would give out before they got there. Regardless, she didn’t give any time for delay, and he was forced to follow after, doing his best to keep up with this cat in his arms.

Seriously, what did she feed it.

“H-hey, you can’t expect me to carry your cat all the way back to your house, do you?”

“I mean, it’s really heavy.”

[ludenburg-blog]

﹝ He’s been walking all by himself getting his paws roughed up by the dirty, dainty ground.  Surely you do not want to put him through misery any longer, do you? ﹞

Loathing the fact he had referred to her dearest pet with "it," she groaned. She held herself back from shouting at him, for she knew it would most likely scare the stranger away. Currently, she needed him to get Chéri home safely.

After all, there was no way Celestia Ludenberg would ever carry her cat all the way home all alone. It was just not happening.

﹝ It’s not long until we get there, I promise. Getting him to a clean, safe environment should be your utmost priority currently. ﹞

[hopetistics-deactivated20150511]

   Once her books were in his hands, he shifted them around until he was standing comfortably, his own bag pushed back to make room. Celes’ following words were comforting and made him feel almost bashful, embarrassment flushing his face a delicate pink. Her trust was something to be grateful for.

   To have the compliments of such an individual as Celestia Ludenberg.. it was quite flattering. 

   Naegi offered a smile. “Thank you,” he said sheepishly, watching the other as she stood from her desk and brushed the fabric of her fancy dress. He always found it to be interesting that she got special permission to wear her gothic lolita at school. Then again, anything was possible for Celes.

  “I’ll try my best!” He said with a nod and a puff of his chest. After a small pause, he added on, “Where would you like to go first, Celes? I don’t mind if we go out or anything before going back to work..”

[ludenburg-blog]

As soon as her bag’s safety was assured in his hands, she started walking towards the exit, looking back to make sure he was following. Walking and talking was easy enough. For the most part, Celes just wanted to get the project over with so she wouldn't have to be bothered about it any longer. Well, she guessed spending time with Naegi wouldn't be that much of a waste of time. She had to admit, teasing him was enjoyable, and it's not like she had better plans for the night.

She didn't exactly see Naegi as the type to enjoy anything bitter.

﹝ I wouldn't mind a cup of fine milk tea before we started working. If you would like, I believe there's a certain brand of tea that you would appreciate very much... ﹞

[desflair-blog]

     Niiice. It always feels good when you can match a name to a face because oh boy, is it awkward when you remember seeing someone and getting their name wrong. It doesn’t help that it’s totally improper to do so, too. Who knows what she might have to do to make it up for that… when you’re famous, you can’t really afford to make mistakes. Not even little ones.

     “Celes, huh. I’ll remember that.       And honestly, not really.       I just wanted to see hey and see what you were doing.”

[ludenburg-blog]

﹝ If I recall correctly, you were Junko, yes? ﹞

Celestia was sure of her memory on the girl's name, but it seemed more polite to ask. Seldom did she ever keep up with models or anything like such, so she had no idea about Junko's popularity. She decided to indulge in small talk for the time being, considering everything the shop sold seemed too boring for her tastes.

﹝ Well, it is indeed a pleasure to see each other once again in a much... calmer environment. I am currently sorting through the clothing in this store, though nothing seems too appealing. And you? What are you doing in this store? ﹞

[kzryuu-blog]

Kuzuryuu had been talking to this girl for – he looks at his watch – less than a minute, and she already pissed him off. Sure, it could be argued that everyone pissed him off in due time. He’d admit it. But – who even was this chick, who could fire back something like that so fast? He knew he hit a nerve mentioning her hair, but her gaze made it seem as if she wasn’t just lightly offended. What was he supposed to call them but curly things, anyway?

“ Oh jeez, you’re real fuckin’ funny, huh? I can’t tell if you’ve got a stick or a dictionary up your ass…regardless…you could at least answer the damn question! ”

[ludenburg-blog]

﹝ Twin curls. Repeat after me, twin curls. Not too hard, right? Now try, 'the most stunning, gorgeous curls I've ever seen in my life,' and I'll only take it verbatim.  ﹞   

Giving him no time to breathe between words, she glared down at him. Everything was said in a mocking tone, making each word more rhetorical than the last. But, she could say with all honesty, she actually had no idea what he was asking. Seriously, what was the deal with what? She only had the vaguest idea of what was being asked of her. Her main assumption was that he was confused on her frequent visits to the certain shop in front of her. However, she figured this couldn't be the reason if he was out this late at night every day to see her in front of that shop. Either way, she needed clarity, but she wasn't sure if he knew how to explain what he was asking. If he kept being annoying about it, she was leaving him without hearing another word.

﹝ As I said, I am unsure what the question is. Though it would not surprise me if you didn't have the slightest clue of what you were asking, either... ﹞

[secretselller-deactivated201505]

     Waking up early in the morning was not something Anna enjoyed very much; especially if it’s for work. There were only two reasons why she went dove into the antique business: a) for the amount of money you could receive (if done correctly) and b) the extremely casual business hours. She could work whenever she wanted because she was a one man band. No bosses, no negative atmosphere, no annoying co-workers  — just Anna.

     As if getting up early on a Friday was the only drag; she had to ride the train all the way to Kairos along with all the rowdy high schoolers. Usually she wouldn’t have minded the situation she was in much, but some of them were giving her quite the headache. Ah, the youth.

     Anna yawned. She had already planned on not getting anymore extra sleep on this train, however, she did not expect to be this bored. It’s only been five minutes and she was already picking at her nail polish. Deciding that talking to someone would probably be the best cure to her extreme boredom, she turned to look at the person sitting cross-legged next to her.

          »   【 Hey, aren’t you that rich girl that lives in that really huge mansion across the street? Why are you sitting with all the high school kids? I thought you were, like, 23 or something. 】  

[ludenburg-blog]

God, she hated Paralia. She hated most everything about the city-- it was just too rural for her. Still expecting Celes to be at school the next day, her parents had forced her once again to take a train to Paralia. It was where here grandparents resided, and she did enjoy a nice home by the beach, but everything else made her cringe. Not to mention the fact that she was no early bird (she was more of a keen night owl at best), and taking the train so early with the impending doom of school afterwards was such a drag. Rarely did she sit down on the train between the two cities because of her huge curls. However, because of her Paralia issue, she wasn't wearing them, knowing they would be roughed up somewhere in that city. Being on the train surrounded by loud high school students wasn't helping her mood, either. Today wasn't off to a good start, to say the least. And someone trying to make definitely conversation wasn't going to make her feel any better.

﹝ Neighbors..? Funny, I’ve never seen your face before today. And, where you are seated does not determine your age, does it? Because I see you conversing near the high schoolers as well.  ﹞

[namazuotou]

Well, it wasn’t lying that had him concerned mostly, but the feeling of selfishness that wavered up some parts of himself. Could it be the boy was not accustomed to natural human tendencies such as that, nevertheless it simply raised a question mark in his head.

Assuming her actions, she presented herself as an expertise of the sorts. The habit didn’t collide for him to wholly judge the character of another, yet it helped him keep aware of who he was talking to. But despite the disagreement, he didn’t scrunch his face in spite, but kept his manners intact.

「“I’ll get it the next time I visit, then. I wasn’t too worried about buying it immediately. But I won’t forget what you’ve said. I actually think it’d be better if I discussed with them and see what they could do about it.”」

「“Do you come here often? It sounds like you know a lot about this more than I do.”」

[ludenburg-blog]

She was confused. If he didn't come here with enough money this time and did not want to discuss it, what difference would it make the next time the boy came? It would probably be even better to have an expert there to help if anything went wrong.

﹝ I do not visit this place in particular very often, but I do visit many shops like this in this area.  ﹞

Compared to other tea shops, this one certainly wasn't the one she visited the most. There was a place in particular that sold her favorite tea for an understandable price. Not like she couldn't afford the more expensive brands, she just knew how to spend money wisely. Unlike the person next to her, she relied on seeing prices for herself rather than the word of someone else. Even though he was a bit stingy, she thought, he seemed intent on keeping his money in his pockets.  Maybe it was time to come clean about how this place wasn't the cheapest in Kairos, considering that she wasn't having fun messing with him anymore.

﹝ So, actually, this place isn’t really the cheapest. I was joking. …Slightly.  ﹞

[agrun-uru7]

The Workaholic and The Gambler

Work never seemed to stop for the judge, her eyes always wandering from one place to another but what was she to do, she had yet to find an intern who was more than happy to stay with her more than just a couple of months and something in her was nagging her. It was as though she just needed to get this done herself.

And today was no different, running toward the train station, Amar was on her way to the crime scene of another closed case, she was cracking at them making sure she would get to the bottom of them, afterall, the dead needed to rest and she would make sure of it.

Seeing a woman and mistaking her for her new intern she would speak to her:

“You… there… what are you doing you’re 15 minutes late!”

Moving closer to the woman she would realize the other was not the intern she needed as she sighed:

“I took you for another, excuse me”

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[ludenburg-blog]

﹝ Hmm? I am often told my appearance is rather unique. Tell me, how was I mixed up with another? ﹞

It was one of those days where Celes was being forced to take the train to Paralia again by her parents. She thought it was demeaning in a sense, being forced to go somewhere when she was a legal adult, but her parents disagreed. As long as she still lived in their house, she would have to follow their rules, they told her. The train ride was usually peaceful, which was nice. Sometimes, people decided to come up to her and speak with her, even if it was not often. But today just happened to be one of those days, where someone decided to try and start small talk. Well, maybe not small talk, they seemed to be rather angry at whoever was fifteen minutes late. Either way, it puzzled her how anyone could make the mistake of confusing Celes with anybody else.  She had two long, twin curls on the side of her head that took up about enough space for three seats on the train. For this reason, she usually stood up.   

[switchhxtter]

ギャンブル教えてよー

ludenburg

[switchhxtter]

The music that filled the casino filled his veins, along with the cheers and excitement. Admittedly, he wasn’t much of a gambler himself, but he’d been drug out of the tattoo shop that night when they’d closed early just to have some fun out on the town. Granted, this wasn’t what he’d planned for the night, and the guys he worked with were no where to be seen. Dammit.

That didn’t stop him from wandering, though, staring down a game of cards before making his way over to the bar. Maybe a good drink would help clear his head, give him some sort of grounding in this place as unfamiliar as it was. Maybe he’d get lucky and meet someone who could teach him a thing or two about the games that were slipping through his fingers.

He let out a soft sigh, spotting someone shorter at the bar - back towards him. It perked his interest, sliding up beside them (and granted, the one open spot, at that). Kuramochi ordered his drink quick, easy, smooth - he knew exactly what he wanted before glancing to the other out of the corner of his eye.

“Can I get you somethin’ to drink..?”

[ludenburg-blog]

Breaks were good every once in a while, and after acquiring some profit from some games, she decided to sit down near the bar. The music was loud and boisterous, truly giving it the true atmosphere of a casino. It wasn't calming in the slightest, but she supposed it was better than hearing the arrogant voices of those who thought they could win against her. The bartender asked if she wanted to order anything. Politely denying, she sat at the bar simply so she could relax. Though it wasn't a long time until someone decided to bother her. If you're sitting at the bar table at a casino, sooner or later someone is going to attempt conversation, right? It was only normal. But she couldn't say that she enjoyed most alcoholic drinks, in fact, she loathed them for the most part. Even the ones infused with tea weren't as favored as real, authentic tea. But she could definitely make use of this encounter, to see how much money this person had by asking for one of the more expensive drinks.

﹝ If you would be so kind as to order me a Long Island, I would be most grateful. ﹞ 

[inutiliter-blog]

ludenburg

That was seriously one of the biggest cats he had ever seen.

It was sort of just sitting and staring at him from where it was on the ground, and he couldn’t help but feel a little unnerved by it. Seriously, it was huge. He felt as though he was going to be eaten by it. Though he couldn’t help but wonder who it belonged to–it was definitely not a stray. It wore a collar of sorts and was way too content and well fed. Not to mention when he leaned over to pet it, it didn’t hiss or anything.

Picking it up, he pulled the large cat into his lap, struggling a bit from it’s weight. Wow he hated the fact the next step was to stand up while carrying it. Sighing, he pushed himself to his feet, struggling to hold onto the huge cat a bit, but managing all the same. Looking around, he tried to find someone that looked to be the owner–either by appearance or the fact they were looking for a giant cat. Spotting a girl that fit the bill, he hurried over the best he could, calling out to her once he was close enough.

“Hey–excuse me!”

“Is this cat yours…?”

[ludenburg-blog]

It had been almost an hour, and Celes despised every minute of it. Her dear friend, Grand Chéri Bois Ludenberg, had gone missing for the first time in ages. Rare as it was, he did run off sometimes, leaving his owner worried sick. She left her house as soon as she noticed, searching frantically for her cat. It was ensured that had anybody done anything to him, she would put them through the worst hell she could imagine. And right then, while she was searching and thinking of the worst possible outcome, someone had come to save the day.

﹝ Yes, that's Chéri! Aah, thank you, kind sir... It is rare that he walks into the arms of a stranger, so you must not be so awful. Come, now, we must bring him back to my home... It is not that far from here. ﹞

She turned around, walking in the direction of her home, expecting this stranger to follow her.

[kzryuu-blog]

ludenburg

[kzryuu-blog]

The first time Kuzuryuu had seen her there, he thought–well, he didn’t really think anything. The second time, he still didn’t think much of it, just barely noticed out of the corner of his eye. It was the sixth night Kuzuryuu had seen the pigtail girl in front of the same store at the same time of night, and he was beginning to think it was a little strange.

“ Hey, you–with the curly things! What’s the deal, anyway? ”

[ludenburg-blog]

﹝ Curly things? Where were you taught etiquette, the streets? ﹞

The second she heard someone address her like that, she turned to eye the speaker deadpan. It wasn't the first time around that someone had referred to Celestia's curls in such a manner, and it certainly wasn't the last, but it infuriated her every time. It bewildered her how anyone could somehow not see the beauty in the long, black twin curls. Especially set off by the bows on her head, she saw them as the true beauty ideal. Plus, how could he call her that when his hair looked as if he cut it himself?

﹝ My apologies, but "what's the deal, anyway," isn't a very informal question. I am unsure how to answer to such cryptic, unintelligent ways of addressing someone. ﹞

[desflair-blog]

ludenburg 

[desflair-blog]

    Stretching her arms out and giving a loud yawn, Junko glanced up. Today sure is a bright day and after such a long night, it felt good to have a sunny day. Most days felt sunny here and she enjoyed that. What isn’t there to enjoy after all? And what is best to do on a lovey day?

     Go shopping.

     And there’s no better places to shop then the really fancy looking clothing stores that had all sorts of styles. If it wasn’t for this one shop, Junko was sure that she would have to alternate all her clothing just to like them. Raising a brow, a familiar set of pigtails catch her eye.

     “Heeey,       You’re that girl from the party, right?        If I remember correctly, your name is Celestia.”

[ludenburg-blog]

On one side of the store, Celes was there admiring clothing that only seemed to have darker colors. She didn't spend a lot of time looking through the clothing when she heard a semi-familiar voice. She didn't particularly recognize where it came from until she looked at where it came from, immediately recognizing the girl. Junko Enoshima, she believed, was a center at one highschool party that she attended. It was not a hobby of hers, she found that highschoolers were just too loud and annoying, but meeting someone like Junko wasn't a bad experience. The confident air radiating from both of them made Celes smile.

﹝ Yes, that is my name. Feel free to call me Celes if you'd like, though. Was there something you needed?  ﹞

[crimsonabhorrence-blog]

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[crimsonabhorrence-blog]

»He had absolutely zero reason to be in a place like this. There were too many overpowering smells, and the general atmosphere just wasn’t his thing at all. Frankly, he wasn’t exactly sure why he wandered into this fancy little shop of perfumes and soaps and lotions, but it was probably to inconspicuously screw around with the merchandise. Not break anything, just maybe spritz every single scent in the place at least once until he got kicked out.

  Oh-so innocently browsing though the shop, picking up a bottle of whatever–he didn’t bother with the names, only the bottles that looked the nicest–and spraying them once into the air as if testing out the scent, he ended up smelling like at least 20 different rich old ladies from France. The employees gave him a questioning look or two, but he just simply flashed them a crooked smile, before quickly disappearing behind a nearby shelf of body sprays.

   Picking up one of the bottles, he wondered why anyone would actually want to smell like cotton candy, of all things, but whatever.

   To the left of him was a young woman with the most amount of hair on one person’s head that he’s ever seen. She had an elegant air about her; radiating confidence so thick that you could almost physically feel it. She also certainly seemed like she’d know more about the fragrance stuff than he did.

❝ Does this smell like the inside of an old woman’s handbag to you? ❞ And just like that, without any warning, he sprays the aforementioned odor upon the woman to the side of him. He did actually want a legitimate answer on that, but politeness wasn’t his strong point.

[ludenburg-blog]

Innocently going about her day, Celes had entered a little store that stocked mostly fragrances and grooming materials, knowing that she had almost run out of her usual perfume. Once she bought the perfume, she considered heading out the door immediately, but changed her mind when she saw a new fragrance she hadn't seen before.. Like a normal human being, she grabbed the special sticks they had for smell-testing, and spraying them. She did this for a while before she got bored, making her turn around to leave. She was walking out right before someone decided to ruin both of their days. The woman turned around, burning holes through the person she was looking at.

 ﹝ I'm not too sure if that smells like anything. All I can smell is grease and flithyness from what seems like someone who hasn't showered in a week. Pray tell, that wouldn't be you, would it? ﹞ Picking up one of the perfume-testing sticks, she shoved it in the dead center of his face. She almost slapped him in the face with it before she realized that it would mean touching his skin with her precious, angelic hands.

﹝ You know, this is what we decent human beings use to smell perfumes. Do you even know what this is? It's simply a popsicle stick, and it makes everything you'll ever do in a store like this easier. Do you even know how to use any of the merchandise in this store, anyways? Because a person like you being in a store like this and not buying anything will be truly a disservice to humans everywhere... ﹞

[hopetistics-deactivated20150511]

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[hopetistics-deactivated20150511]

   After a particularly grueling lecture by their homeroom teacher, Naegi found himself having been paired up with none other than the infamous Celestia Ludenburg. He wasn’t the least dissatisfied but rather amused that a project involving the behavior of criminals was going to be under the digression of a young gambler herself. All things considered he was quite interested in hearing what she was going to provide for them. She was just shy of the proper age for her extracurricular activities anyway. A tough cookie, he thought.

   Naegi packed up his things and made his way over to her desk, offering a small smile before lifting out a hand for her to grab onto and stand up from her seat. She was a dainty thing and treating her like a fancy lady always got her into a good mood. It had taken a few tries to get used to, but he treated her like a mistress or something of the sort, she got a bit giddy. (Although it was a controlled type of happiness. She had a really good mask, didn’t she?)

   “Celes-chan,” he said, tilting his head to the side, mirroring the image of a curious child. “Are you okay about being paired with me?” With the hand that wasn’t offered to her, he shifted his bag and sheepishly scratched his cheek. “I’m not too good when it comes to analyzing people and all that..–” He was really good with handling people instead.

    “If you want to change partners, it’s okay with me.”

[ludenburg-blog]

﹝ Naegi, you're selling yourself short. You usually get high grades, correct? Working with you on the project will be beneficial to both of us. If problems arise with analyzing people, It would be a pleasure to show my talents. ﹞

Well, it's not like she was lying that bad. Pairing with him had some advantages, including his grades (which she did think were high, but she wasn't sure) and his personality. The best thing about a partner like him was his dedication to the project. Working with someone who actually wanted good grades and would be willing to do all the work to get there was more than helpful, especially on projects like these.  Some people in the class, as smart as they were, would force you to put some effort into the project. How could someone be so low, right? She placed her bag in his hands and smiled back at him, standing and brushing herself off.

﹝ How kind of you to offer to carry this for me. How could anyone ask for a partner better than you? ﹞

[finalpocket-blog]

Medιтαтιo || FRW Closed

[finalpocket-blog]

      “Now, what have I ever taught you, Celestia? Rules        are only in place so that the ones on top can bend        them, and exceptions arise everywhere, no matter        what.”

At the girl’s reaction, Snowman’s smile could only widen. This was what she expected, after all. She knew Celes too well – the kid would never refuse a challenge, especially when there was a profit involved. The woman could almost see the gears grinding in Ludenberg’s head, working out just how advantageous this would be for her. Moving across the room with the grace only an owner of such an establishment can show, Basilia grabbed two pool cues off the wall and tossed one over to the young woman. 

      “Then let’s play a standard round. I’ll let you go first.”

This was a bit of a risk, but Snowman didn’t care too much. Nobody in the establishment was a better player than her – if anything, Celes would be an entertaining challenge. Setting up the balls in proper order on the rack with deft hands, the tall figure stepped away from the table. 

A crowd had already begun to gather.

      “Go ahead, Celestia.”

[ludenburg-blog]

She never had the best reflexes, fumbling for the pool cue for about three seconds before she actually caught it. How great, messing up in front of a crowd gathering around her and more importantly, Snowman. She didn't think that Snowman saw the mess-up, as she continued to set up the pool table as if nothing happened, making the fume inside her calm down a bit. Even so, it was taking all her might to keep her from screaming at the woman for tossing it to her instead of handing it. A person with true grace would've handed the cue to her, she thought. Playing a good game was the only way for her to redeem herself.

﹝ Ah, we've gathered a crowd, it is almost as if you’re the queen of this pool table... ﹞

In all honesty, she's never played a real game of pool before. Though she's seen people play and it seemed a game of strategy and luck as much as any poker or mahjong game was. While waiting for an answer, she leaned over the table and prepared to hit the white ball in the center. She thought the angle she chose was beneficial, and decided the amount of force it should take to get the balls in good positions. There was nothing else to do besides hit the ball, which she did before returning to hovering around the table. She smiled at Snowman.

﹝ Your move. ﹞

[unclebingo]

    “Well—”

    She had him there.

    “..I’m.. not actually a private eye,” already, he’d stuffed a hand in one pocket, searching for his ID – before holding it up for her to see. He hadn’t wanted to affiliate this moment with the police force, but further lying surely wouldn’t do any good, either. “This just isn’t one of my assignments.” For a moment, Seidou merely gazed at her, already thinking ahead to what consequences he might face for screwing up an investigation, or something worse, even – before he straightened. 

    “Um– Sorry, this isn’t really an.. interrogation.” The word on its own seemed too stiff. “I just had some questions about hearsay – gossip that’s been going around about some gangs, and whatnot..”

[ludenburg-blog]

﹝ It certainly sounds like an interrogation to me. Questions about crime activity from an officer is what that's called, yes? ﹞

She looked at the ID for a mere split second to understand what he was showing before staring directly at him again. The last illegal thing that Celes might get involved in would be gang activity, though it's not like she was seeing "gossip" as much of a strong basis for questioning. She wasn't all that of authority, but she knew it would be a lie to say that she wasn't the least bit interested in what they were investigating. Playing along with an officer wasn't something new for her, although she might be a little rusty. It seemed the price of easing curiosity was a high one.

﹝ So, say these drastic rumors the police have heard are true... What would you like to ask? ﹞

[ludenburg-blog]

OK i keep thinking that if i just lose myself its gonna become easier AND CURRENTLY it might not be working but i swear i got this

anyways, i made my au page, sorry for such a long wait!! if anyone wants to have pre-established relationships or anything of the like, just send me an ask!