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[dailyrule63]

Day 20 of Daily Rule 63

Makoto Yuuki from the anime/video game series Persona 3.

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[xchidori-deactivated20141103]

lxnguid

⊰ ‡Ⅻ‡ ⊱   ;;      Almost instantaneously she was able to recognize the male and his presence nearby. His presence felt the same as another whom had worn the same school uniform as him. Chidori decided to step right in front of his path, as he was walking, and stare at him for a moment. ”You…”

[lxnguid]

▍ :: ✦ ▍ ➜ Oblivious to the usual cases of Apathy Syndrome, it wasn't unfamiliar for the fool to be recognized by the 'enemy'. Or so that is precisely what he wished to not believe. It wasn't as if he feared for his life when it came to 'them' but . . . they were unusual to their motives and pursued this strange goal. A familiar potential is what connected them together but how they used this power was differentiated greatly. Cerulean optics gazed intently to his surroundings while turning the volume of his track. 'Burn my Dread', a usual favorite, played to allow others to hear until. . . speaking of 'them . . . here was one, maybe. Was she just an ordinary girl? The music continued to play loudly as his hands rested inside his pockets. Apathetic played to his expression, holding no interest in her. But that dress was quite the interest.

                                                          " . . . Hmm?"

Was she talking about him? Maybe he could see what she desired. But he wasn't going to obey her.

[nnanaseharu14]

番キタ落書き

[nnanaseharu14]

番キタ落書き

[nnanaseharu14]

番キタ落書き

[lxnguid]

"Makoto... san..." Her voice was corrupted as her body began to malfunction and the armor loosened from her body with scartches bruising the porcelain guard. It revealed her insides; smoke steamed from sterling mechanical parts. Bright blues were brimmed with tears despite the fact she was an android. "I... I failed to be by your side forever... p-please... l-live o--" before she could even finish her "dying message", she shut down and the circuits went out. And this time, she was beyond repair.

Give my character a nightmare

▍ :: ✦ ▍ ➜ Hush for the night … rest well until the morning delivers another promising day … rest my child — for you have worked hard for the day. Rest until … tomorrow delivers another pleasant morning … rest until … you have a good dream …

                                                                                     A dream or a nightmare? 

The fool was resting with that usual expression on his face. However, sweat eventually coated the boy’s face and left his body rise in temperature. Usual signs of two possible reasons: a fever was threatening his life or he was having a nightmare. Cerulean hues not revealed for anyone who could be lingering about in his room, the Dark Hour arrived which delivered this dreadful nightmare. Images depicted the friendly robot who was fighting bravely, inept of understanding human emotions but risk her life to protect him. She was fighting to protect his existence for no apparent reason. Unknown but welcomed, the fool fought alongside until … that very image displayed itself.

Beside him was the broken robot who was heavily malfunctioning before his eyes. The sight wasn’t pleasing, to say the least, nor was it welcoming. Like a human who no longer breathed or was gasping his final words, the robot was shutting down and whispering those words. Why had she ventured on her own to take out the Shadows? Her primary objective was to … protect them all, including him.

A hand grasped hold of the cold mechanical one, trying to have her grasp to life. She was capable of being repaired, it was possible. Her circuits were damaged too much but the fool refused to acknowledge that she failed to be by his side forever. His grip, albeit loosening a bit, tightened around to mutter out a couple of words. 'Don't die, Aigis' … 'please stay with us' … at that moment, instant flashbacks of the 10-year trauma was triggering his senses. No blood was detected but the steam and insides of the robot were like a person’s insides ripped apart. It was the same …

                                    Someone was dying before his eyes, once again.

Through that hand sent a few trembles for her body to feel but was incapable of doing it now. Cerulean hues now revealed themselves but shed no tears before her presence. This was a nightmare … it wasn’t true and yet the touch felt all too real. His senses must have been tampered to make this feel quite real. The robot was incapable of dying like this but her ‘dying message’ was sending off to him as he clenched her hand tightly. No words muttered out any longer while gazing at her lifeless face which harbored delicate features during school. Before he could say something and his mouth opened, her circuits went out to signal she had died … shut down. Releasing her hand, he rested it against her once alive chest and remained there on the floor. Optics stared vacantly to hear the Empress speaking a couple of words. 'I'm afraid she may be …  beyond repair … it's too late, Yuki-kun … I'm sorry … there wasn't anything we could do for her … ' 

                                  ” … !!"  

Morning arrived and the fool awakened from that nightmare, eventually figuring out that it was nothing but a nightmare. The robot, who was apparently dead, was here beside him as she always was. Her daily routine of waking him up before his alarm clock was admirable of her and took her duties on protecting him quite seriously. When he finally awakened, the robot asked if he was alright. He merely nodded before she gave him the privacy of getting changed for another day of school. As his fingers worked to getting changed, something wet appeared and lowered to the ground …

                        For today’s forecast, there will surely be a rainstorm.

[legendasalvatoris-deactivated20]

See? I'm not h u m a n .

{Persona 3 Manga scan credit: (x)}

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[pallathena-blog]

{ -- @lxnguid

⊰ XX ⊱ — Before the instructor could continue on with the lecture of different numerical patterns, the bell ringed for class to be dismissed. As fellow classmates shuffled through the doors and dispersed into the corridors of the school building, Aigis remained at her desk. The lone android fidgeted with her sterling fingertips as she waited for the fool to awaken from his midday slumber. The urge to watch over him and protect him were strong but she still couldn’t comprehend why she seek out to shelter him from whatever the danger polluted Tatsumi Port Island. Cerulean optics observed from her desk before finally gaining the valor to awaken him from his seemingly deep sleep. Ventures and expeditions into Tartarus were taking a toll onto his sleeping habits—but it was good he rested up before a full moon operation, at least.

                  The robot sauntered over a few rows to his desk; the frigid silvery material of her steel hand gently began to shake him. Thirty-seven point twenty-two Celsius degrees; he was more fervor than usual. Aigis the proceeded, pressing the palm of hand harder against his shoulder and returned to agitate his sluggish body, despite his mumbling protests. A thin line of patience plastered her lips as she continued to shake him from his desk, making quite a scene for any of their other lingering classmates. “Makoto-san. Classes are over. Please wake up before you get lectured at.” Formal and emotionless, with a tinge of aggravation as he continued to rest. His arms folded a makeshift pillow on the smooth surface of his desk; navy locks tickled his pallid cheeks, still maintaining to cover his right optic in a dapper fashion—

                  From the constant pushing and pulling, the tossing and turning, Aigis hadn’t predicated to push the poor boy off from his desk and rudely snap him back to reality.. A rosy shade dusted over porcelain cheeks in mild embarrassment.

                  "F-Forgive me, Makoto-san."

[lxnguid]

▍ :: ✦ ▍ ➜ The usual, classes dragging on with the lecture, occurred. It was no surprise that the fool was feeling rather exhausted from being lectured of a topic that dragged on forever. Does he even look at the students whenever he teaches? Probably not. Then again, the operations at Tartarus were taking a heavy toll for his well-being. Shrugging off that caring mode, it appears his body finally gave into the perfect examples of what Junpei tended to do during lectures: a nap. There's no hopes in awakening him, at the moment, due to the rest restoring his stamina. However, he hadn't predicted to be resting all the way until the end of the lecture. Even the bell which alarmed everyone's dismissal wasn't coming to his ears to awaken. Instead, his body shifted with the casual groan coming out of his mouth. Still resting his head quite comfortably on the desk, someone must do an urgent awakening before he was lectured by the homeroom teacher. Wouldn't that be pleasant?

                                                           " . . . "

Not even the friendly robot's attempts to awaken him were successful. If anything, he won't confess to the fact that the touch did make him at peace for the moment. Odd thing to say about a robot but he wouldn't ever tell her . . . at least, not until the time was right. She wasn't knowledgeable of human sentiments in any manner. Her touches and speeches were exactly as a robot's primary functions: emotionless though held purpose. Incoherent mumbles drifted to the robot's attention, still having difficulties to awaken the fool. The usual 'five more minutes' or 'let me sleep' were the mumbles that came out, the only response to her pleads for him to awaken. It wasn't done intentionally -- perhaps -- but he honestly was tired. As if forcing his body to awaken, cerulean hues began to reveal themselves until the impact of falling on the floor definitely awakened him.

Did she just . . . push him off by force? Actually those scarlet hues appearing on her cheeks . . . she truly looked more like a human. No anger was detected on that apathetic expression but concerns about the robot's methods of waking up someone from a slumber. He honestly hoped she didn't awaken someone else like that. Humbly accepting her apologies, the fool said nothing more to display any anger for her actions. She was simply her job to awaken him, perhaps. Admittedly, the fall sort of hurt his behind and caused a faint scene with the other classmates that remained in here. Brushing off anything on his uniform, he stood now before the robot while speaking bluntly.

                                                                                  " . . . It's alright."

Was the only remark before adjusting his hands inside his pockets. She looked a little distressed from usual expectations. Unless she was staying around for a club, could she have been waiting for him specifically? Questionable brows stared at her to display interest. If she was going to ask to walk back at the dorms, perhaps he could fulfill that requirement.

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[skania]

Minato & Aigis - Without the Aeon S-Link

"You are very special to me..."

[unmeinowa-deactivated20141106]

   » As Makoto extended his hand, Ryoji was more than eager to take it. His calm smile and demeanor remained, much more at ease now. He gave a shake as gentle as his features before letting go, instead fiddling with his scarf. “I’ve heard much of you from Junpei. I admit, you sound more enjoyable to be with than I anticipated.”

An odd statement, considering his coldness. Many would’ve disagreed, but Ryoji himself was enough of an odd case. He had been here for less than a week, and had already become the second years largest socialite.

"… It appears your other friend, however, cannot remove her eyes from us." It was very much an understatement. The fire in her eyes, slim fingers clinching the desk and threatening to break through.

[lxnguid]

▍ :: ✦ ▍ ➜ No shift detectable upon those apathetic features, obviously refusing to demonstrate the 'manners' people would complain about. The moment their handshake subsided, those hands tucked away carelessly within his pockets to adjust his headphones down. Now he could properly hear every word. Enjoyable? Himself? That was, by far, the first time he ever heard such a thing. Enjoyable . . . someone else mentioned that he would be his 'friend' . . . Pharos -- but he disappeared not too long ago with that familiar smile. Raising a curious brow, the fool commented nothing regarding Junpei since he was the type who spills things without a care in the world.

                                         " . . . Hmm?"

A faint tilt of his head was committed until his sights were locked upon the friendly robot classmate. If anything, the fool had little to not much understanding as to why she was highly protective. However, he knows she means well. A robot has its purpose, in this case, happens to involve protecting him . . . apparently. A gaze tilted over to notice the roboto's faint steaming. Those fingers tensed up completely on the desk with a raise of a brow. It'd be dangerous if she broke it in front of people. As if giving that 'calm down' stare, she appeared to be lowering her guard against them as they conversed -- sort of. Shutting those eyes, a faint sigh escaped before shrugging his shoulders. Had she mentioned something about Ryoji being dangerous?

                                                             "She is. Perhaps she has her reasons."

[poweredbymanga]

[lxnguid]

There was once a butterfly -- blue and pure though difficult to grasp. I -- the fool -- dared to reach for the meaning of life the butterfly harbored. Eventually, /I/ discovered the answer to all grand questions: what is the meaning of life? /I/ found the answer; my legacy will be fulfilled. The butterfly, however, continued to spread its wings and proceeded without me. Desperate, /I/ reached out to the butterfly with a finger . . . wiping all tears. Scared? No -- I know the consequences to all my decisions -- I know because of the contract. I accept -- chooseth -- this fate as my own. Ah, never figured of running into You.

You -- the fool -- who stands deadpan but uncertainty. Who are thou and thou are I? Only You know the answer to that. Truth will be your guide as it was for mine -- the unchanging fate /I/ must take. You who stands, and now touched by this finger. The butterfly flies past /us/ -- the fools -- and later /I/ whisper into your ear . . .

                                                 'You shall continue my legacy. Good luck.'

I . . . saw you crying . . .

Parting words, /I/ pass you to proceed with the fate I must embrace with a 'smile'. There, You finally shift to see me off. Surprised? The fool 'I' is capable of demonstrating something else. You see me off and watch as /I/ descend upon the 'fate' /I/ chooseth my own. The butterfly is no more, for it too, has fulfilled its role. It . . . the butterfly was . . .

                                              I -- the fool who became the seal to protect You all.

[lxnguid]

infinite-fates:

"— Added strength,” came a blunt reply. After all, the two WERE Wild Cards… Perhaps when their powers combined, they could defeat the shadows far more easily.

▍ :: ✦ ▍ ➜ Added strength, huh? Not that he was honestly interested since he was more than capable of dealing with these Shadows on his own, maybe he could use some help. At least he was apparent in the Wild Card, one who harbored the potential of zero to fuses multiple Personas. Nodding gently, noise set off alarms of the Shadows arriving quickly than expected. Prolonging the situation wouldn't assist any further nor accomplish anything. With a tight grip against the sword, the fool was quick to moving past him to slash away the Shadow which threatened to overpower the other.

                                                                       " . . . Alright."

[unmeinowa-deactivated20141106]

   » “Ah! My apologies.” He had made the likely fatal error of assuming the teen knew of him, when in reality it was only Ryoji who knew of him at this point in time. He offered a just as light shrug in realization of his mistake, not wanting to appear suspicious.

"My name is Ryoji Mochizuki. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Yuuki-san." Switching to honoraries on the fly, he did his best to repaint a positive image of himself.

[lxnguid]

▍ :: ✦ ▍ ➜ Hands curled themselves within his pockets, tilting his head downward to disregard his presence for the moment. Ah, Ryoji -- he was that guy who hanged out with Junpei too much and suddenly took a seat next to him. Strange . . . he acted as if he fully knew who the male was. Current status wouldn't be enough to give him a reputation which strives a worried pulse throughout his form. What about him made, even the robot, behave so negatively? Either way, it seems one term wandered through the corner of his mind as he thought of it carefully.

                                                                                       ' . . . Friend . . . '

Now extending a free hand towards the other -- as if he had done this before to him -- , cerulean optics gave him a normal stare. Only, it filled no light to the matter. Albeit intrigued, he could careless if there were no formalities or not. It's not as if the fool deserved it, given his usual indifference towards the people who knew him.

                                                     " . . . Hey."