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Death...is always awaiting me upon my path.
#NearDeathDetective -- a study in life and death, truth and lies, fantasy and reality, what it means to be human, and coming home.
A private, selective, independent rp blog for Vivia Twilight from the video game Master Detective Archives: Rain Code. AU, Crossover and OC friendly. Written by Achilles. Please read the rules below the cut before following / interacting.
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"Do you mind? You're blocking my light." Says the man hiding in a dark corner with very little light to begin with. Trying to read a book of all things. In an ally, at night, in a corner with barely any light.
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Current blog roll is gonna be added to my pinned post at some point but for now.
Vivia Twilight (Master Detective Archives: Rain Code) : @neardeathdetective
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There’s not a single reason to fear for their lies, when we’ve got our red eyes.
It's ya boi Achilles back at it again with another obscure muse, this time Kido Tsubomi from the Kagerou Project franchise. Private + Selective, AU/OC/Crossover friendly, Feel free to read my carrd HERE. Please like/reblog if you'd be interested in interacting!
I wanna die someday....
#NearDeathDetective-- a study in life and death, truth and lies, fantasy and reality, what it means to be human, and coming home. Private, selective, independent rp blog for Vivia Twilight from the video game Master Detective Archives: Rain Code. AU, Crossover and OC friendly. Written by Achilles. Please Like / Reblog if you'd be interested in interacting!
send “you okay?” to find my muse sitting alone on a roof at night.
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hey so what if I did something crazy and brought vivia back to life what then.
hey so what if I did something crazy and brought vivia back to life what then.
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"Hm? Oh...sorry, I wasn't speaking to you." Vivia said, having realized the other was staring at him. "I was speaking to the spirit just past you there." Of course, Vivia was the only one who could see the spirit, so he didn't expect the other to believe him. Still, it was the truth.
with the hsr story update i'll be changing around vivia's hsr verse a little but essentially him and acheron are doing the handshake emoji.
˗ˏˋ *ㅤ☾ ☆ㅤ‿︵ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 with the child's suspicions against him. To be able to speak to the dead was not a feat to be taken so lightly. DEATH was the only constant in his life, no matter where he went. Simply joking or lying about death would have made the man a terrible personㅤ—ㅤwhich would have made him the exact same as most of the OTHER adults he had met in his life.
꒰ ☾ ꒱ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤHe find the man's warnings silly; almost IRONIC even. Even in the most safest and secure of homes, death always lingered and no one could ever beat it or even breath through the barriers between the living and their deceased loved ones. That was the tragic lesson he had learned at such a young, tender age and that was why he made it his mission to NOT let death win so easily.
꒰ ☾ ꒱ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤOf course, I'm concerned with vampires, Monsieur ! They're the most awful, ruthless creatures I've EVER met ! But now that you speak of dead, I'm interested.ㅤ❜
꒰ ☾ ꒱ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤHe speaks; pressing the man further. For a man who supposedly didn't care; he seemd awfully HESITANT about showing off his gift after so casually revealing that wild claim.
꒰ ☾ ꒱ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤI don't care about getting close to death. I've been close to death PLENTY of times. I just want to see if you can actually DO it, Monsieur.ㅤ❜
꒰ ☾ ꒱ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤWhat do suppose about speaking toㅤ—ㅤa FAMILY MEMBER ? I'm sure you get requests like that a lot ! ㅤ❜
He raises an eyebrow at the child. The more he speaks the more they're concerned. What exactly had this child been through? "Well, I wouldn't know, never met a vampire, personally. Or at least...not knowingly." They admit with a small shrug. They've heard the rumors, seen the newspaper scare tactics, but they weren't ones to believe such things. Even if they did consider the lies better than the truth more often than not.
"I do." They admit. "But it's not so simple. I used the term spirit medium as a way to easily explain my affinity, but it's not as if I can summon a spirit." They twirl some of their longer locks between their fingers as they explained. Their throat was going to be so sore after all this talking. "And to be quite honest, I do not care about your curiosity nor do I care about proving anything to you."
They're normally not so harsh with children, but quite frankly, this one was getting on their last nerve. They hated the persistent ones. The ones who didn't believe in what they could do. It wasn't Vivia's problem that they were so closed minded, or needed to 'see it to believe it'. "It does not matter if you believe me. The entire world could not believe me and it still wouldn't matter. I know what I can do, and that's that." They shrug again, shoving their hands into their large pockets. "I understand wanting to speak to a family member who has passed, but you've come to the wrong guy if that's what you're after. Despite the ghosts and hauntings, I'm just an overworked detective."
“The Gritz…noted.” He vaguely remembers seeing a sign for that place while wandering about. He could look it up on his phone later, for now they take their water and sip at it, giving a small sigh afterwards. It wasn’t the best tasting water in the world but it hit the spot when he was needing it after a long day of investigating. “I’m glad I could be of such assistance.” Vivia chuckled softly before putting the glass on the counter for a moment.
“I am.” They confirmed, reaching into their jacket to grab their detective badge and ID to show to her. “I’m with the World’s Detective Organization,” He puts his credentials back into his jacket, hidden from view. He didn’t like pulling out his ID, but he also wasn’t about to be a liar. “I was specifically requested by someone here in town to look into something for him.” He couldn’t say too much about the case itself, but he gave a soft hum as his fingers tapped on the rim of his glass aswell.
“Though he doesn’t realize in doing so, he’s incriminated himself.” Vivia gives a small shrug and drinks the rest of his water and pushes the glass back towards the bartender, saying that would be enough for him. “I suspect I’ll have the case wrapped up by the end of the week, and that’s if I drag my feet about it.” Knowing Vivia? That was likely going to be the case.
Huh, how about that. A real life detective. Angel had dealt with many cops before, often because they were chasing her off somewhere with the guys, or trying to arrest her or the guys, or actually arresting her or the guys. But she’d never met a detective before – were they all this chill, or was Vivia just special?
“Well, I wish you luck on your case. Lot of lowlifes live here, so doesn’t surprise me whoever you’re workin’ for has some shit he’s done himself.” Even Angel had a criminal history, though it wasn’t like she was a murderer or anything.
She took another sip of her beer, keeping her gaze on the other. He was … strange. But not in a bad way. Honestly, he was kind of a breath of fresh air compared to the other folks she dealt with in her day to day. “Sorry you gotta stay in this shit town for so long, but if you need a sidekick at all during your stay here …” She paused, setting her drink down with a smirk. “I’m available.”
It seemed like Vivia had the right impression of this town; not alot of law enforcement doing the right thing, or simply being outnumbered by law breakers. Still, that doesn't make it a horrible town in Vivia's books. He's been to worse, believe it or not.
He takes a sip of the water he still had and hums. What was it with people's fascination with playing detective or sidekick? It wasn't the first time he had someone offer to help him out, nor did he think it was going to be the last. It must have seemed like a glorious job to people who weren't truly involved in the day to day - or in the strange cases that Vivia found himself in. Would Angel still be interested in joining him if she knew the supernatural elements both of the case and of himself.
"I appreciate the offer, and I'll keep it in mind." Vivia looked towards Angel. "Here." He took out something from his coat and slide it across the bartop, it was a business card. A plain black one with vivia's name and a number on it, along with the symbol he had on the back of his jacket and on his shoes. "That's for my work phone. If you hear anything....interesting, over the next few days, let me know." He smirked himself as he finished off his water. She'll definitely know what he means by interesting. After all, his client is saying that his house his haunted and that was the cause of the crime. Which, it was haunted, but not by who or what the man thought of. If someone came in to talk about ghosts or seemed delusional - then Vivia would know his plan was working.
Reala is surprised that Vivia didn't say more, honestly. But ... he was glad. He did not wish to talk about his Master, at least not in any way that may seem as if he was speaking ill of him. Wizeman had eyes & ears everywhere: if Reala said something against him, he would surely find out about it someway.
"Is that so?" He asked quietly, gaze slowly shifting itself to the other beside him. A strange response, in the Nightmaren's mind, but his curiosity was piqued. "What novel was it?"
So much for sitting in silence. Reala couldn't help his curious nature -- it was one of the many things he & his sibling, Nights, had in common. Though he had long since learned to try & curb such curiosities ... being curious was dangerous. Being curious could lead to wandering, straying, much like Nights had.
Reala knew better than to repeat Nights' mistakes.
"I forget the title..." He started with a hum, looking up towards the canopy of branches and leaves above them. Was there even a sun in this dark land? Or was it just in a perpetual state of....this. He supposes he shouldn't be surprised, this was the land of nightmares. Light making it in was likely the last thing to happen.
"It was about a king wishing to conquer a smaller kingdom, and how heroes rose up to defend their home." He idly messes with the bindings on his hand as he looked down from the sky. "King's forces were being led by a former childhood friend of the main protagonist, they thought they were doing good - until the showed him the truth. The struggle of that character's mind was interesting." He says this without knowing Reala's past, without knowing the scope of the dreamscape as a whole. His head rolls to the side as he shifts to lay down further against the tree - his posture horrendous but he seems comfortable if nothing else.
"The King nearly succeeds in their task, despite the heroes best efforts. What he didn't expect was many civilians coming to the heroes' aid. They managed to overpower the forces while the heroes took down the king. They don't kill him, though, despite the people's urging for them to do so. He's sent to a dungeon and later exile." He finishes the story and yawns softly. "There's a sequel coming out about the king's exile, I look forward to reading it."
They turn over slightly onto their side, nearly draping themselves over one of the overgrown roots of the tree as they lazily look at Reala. "Have you ever been to the waking world? Can you even go there?" They ask, their own curiosity peaking.
𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 ?
ruined by apathy
you cant bring yourself to care. you hate that you cant feel what you used to be able to feel. you hate that you cant be happy. you hate that you cant bring yourself to actually hate. your apathy has swallowed you and immersed you in a well of nothingness. you cant feel what you cant forget. you cant see what you close your eyes to. you choose to feel nothing, and you have lost everything because of it.
