One Way Road

[Associated with Isola Radiale] TOWNHOUSE 223 | Abilities: All Powers Unlocked

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amandirosa·:

     “Ahaha! So you’re saying I can’t even take a peek inside? Just a tiiiiiny one?” It didn’t take long for crime to root itself deep in the city once it had taken its full form. Ruby had expected as much, but she hadn’t expected how much of a demand there’d end up being for people to put crime lords and the like in their place. Bounties. As a Huntress it was something she could and would do if it meant making the city a little safer, but she’d definitely never take a request where the target was wanted dead.

     Casinos ran rampant in the Golden Ward, and since it was near the waterfront there also had a tendency to be a lot of warehouses. And in one of those warehouses existed her target. A man by the name of Cotton Eye Jack, a notorious gang leader that had been conning people out of their money in his shady casino. 

     But then these bodyguards had gotten in her way, and well…

     She sighed loudly. “Okay then. When you wake up, don’t act like I didn’t try this this nice way.” They looked confused as the girl reached for a small, metallic pack on her back, and that confusion quickly turned to concern as a scythe blade erupted from one end, a spike from the other. They reached for their guns but were too late to react to being smacked in the heads by the dull outer edge of Crescent Rose, knocking them out almost immediately

     Glancing over her shoulder and past the scythe she had resting there, she waved at an albino boy she’d noticed mid-conversation. He didn’t look like these guys at all, so she figured he had other business here. “You coming?”

As expected, trouble found its way through the cracks yet again. Normally, trouble found him due to his... troublesome reputation, but today was a little different. Accelerator was the one who deliberately sought it out this time, experience telling him that big cities like this always had something brewing right under people’s noses, hiding in plain sight. And it looks like he wasn’t the only one to sniff it out today. It was over before it even started. Those men probably weren’t in business long enough to realize that denying people, especially curious teenagers, would end in concussion up against the street’s curb. The weapon was something else, though Accelerator found it a bit odd; normally something would so many moving parts would be flimsy... unless it was really well cared for.

    “Why didn’t you just kill them?” Rhetorical. Of course he knew, but he needed to be sure that this girl wasn’t just putting up a front. God knows he knew a lot of people who can smile just as sweetly and yet were all scornful underneath. His hand reached for his choker, turning it on just in case as he slowly approached her.     “They know your face now and will likely retaliate later on. Crushing them here would do you better.” He would have done it in the past, but he no longer spilled blood. Not unnecessarily, at least. So was this girl the same?

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cosmiccharged·:

     ☆! With a roll of her eyes does the blonde now shake her head at the other, chuckling softly as she does so. His tactlessness, while vulgar, is something Courtney has admittedly missed. Of course, she knows Accelerator well enough by now to know that he doesn’t particularly mean any harm by it. Rather, it’s simply how he speaks and as much as she finds herself displeased with it at times, it’s just another aspect of the esper that she has come to accept.

     ❝ It’s not long enough that I’d trip on it, ❞ the heroine swiftly corrects in any case, closing her eyes for a moment.

     ❝ Oh! But that’s the Cotes Ward, isn’t it? I’ve been meaning to go and visit it but I’ve been a little busy, ❞ she starts once more, his horrid words deflecting off of her for the time being.

     ❝ I’m in the Archimedes Ward, though. It’s pretty nice! I mean, it’s not home but it’s still nice all the same. ❞

Sometimes, he still wonders how she even managed to look past his ugly, blood-stained past. Accelerator never thought it possible beyond his little familial circle back in Academy City, especially for someone as goody-goody as her and yet, here she was making him feel all sorts of ease and comfort despite his vulgar remarks. He didn’t look like it; in fact, he’ll probably never ever look like it outwardly, but he was happy that Courtney was here with him.

    “Well, just don’t let people grab onto it,” he said to her as he raised a hand to delicately run his slender fingers against her golden locks for a bit. A strange, but very Accelerator-like way of showing affection. He does, indeed, like the longer hair.  With the knowledge now that she was in a different ward, Accelerator noticeably frowned. That part, he didn’t like. “Cotes Ward is a bit like Tokyo, so it’s easier on me, I guess. I’m sure there’s some shit underneath all that glamour, but I’ll look into that another time.” He’s certainly not one to leave stones unturned, especially in new places such as this. Finally, he suddenly and spontaneously offers something for the heroine.     “Well, how soon can you move in with me?”

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nitikrty·:

✫   𝒜𝓇𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓈𝓅𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓈? There are certain things one can simply feel, you know? Take, for example, his patience in sustaining dialogue despite his vulgar, poisonous mouth. ( Not that he has much of a choice, she has him by the wrist. She ought to let go. )

      Either way, she’s accustomed to these personalities by now! Someone in his life must have taught him tolerance – taught him how to persevere through uncomfortable situations – and it couldn’t have been a wife, or a concubine. Not with that attitude. A ripened woman would leave him to fester in his own shortcomings.

     “In theory, I know little about that child. However, you must consider: is there not always an individual in someone’s life that balances them? Your behavior is shameless as it is extreme, which would mean your ‘other half’ would have to be equally as shameless as they are extreme, but in reverse. An overwhelmingly altruistic and kind individual, I hope? Innocent, and sweet…” Fitting traits of a child, or a very pure adolescent. “You could also not have had anyone like that at all. Indeed, I took a risk!”

Accelerator’s brows furrowed, complimenting the frown on his usually bored expression. Her answer was unsatisfactory. Rather, it was too vague to properly gauge whether or not she would be a threat to Last Order. But she wasn’t hostile and that was all he needed, he supposes. Besides, it’s not like she had access to the little clone, as she’s far away, safe in Academy City.

    “A risk, huh? Bet that paid off, didn’t it?” He couldn’t even remember how this all began, but he had a henna tattoo now, and she knew some things about him. So there’s that. His sarcasm aside, he looked at his wrist, his gaze upon the henna she marked upon his skin. Still tingly, but it seemed devoid of magic. Good. Magic and espers do not exactly play nice together.     “How long till this shit comes off?” he finally asked, dropping the previous topic altogether. The woman was in the clear for now. Back to more normal, mundane every day things. Like henna tattoo on his extremely pale skin. “If I get an allergic reaction by the way, I’ll come back and probably end you. That henna mixture is gonna go up somewhere you wouldn’t want it to.” An empty threat, but it wouldn’t be his usual self if he didn’t throw an empty, harmless threat or two at strangers.

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frostess·:

     Anastasia’s eyebrows raise, not having expected him to actually have any on-hand. Yet how lucky that he did! She quietly accepts the offer, but instead of immediately digging in like her companion, she simply stares.

     Smooth, round, thin and with a pleasantly light aroma. Yes, she even sniffs it once, though she tries to do so discreetly.

     Finally, the moment of truth arrives and Anastasia takes a single, tiny bite. Then another. And another. Before she knows it, the entire stick is gone, the wondrous journey of chocolate and biscuit is over, leaving the girl in quiet awe.

     “…That was quite good. Ah.”

     …A hand reaches out, palm up and requesting – no, royally expecting another. 

Accelerator had never seen someone inspect snacks the way she did. In his experience, they would have eaten it without a second thought, consuming the stick in an instant. Ah, but then again, the women the esper was familiar with were a bit on the odd side of things, so there’s that. One thing remained a constant, however. The want for more after the first bite.

    “You know, you could always get your own now that you’ve had a taste,” he pointed out, denying some more of the snacks from her expectant palm for the time being. “I bought these for myself and another.”

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cosmiccharged·:

     ☆! Though he tries his best to keep up with the annoyed facade, it’s plain for the blonde to see the relief in his eyes. Upon getting to know him, it’s become apparent to Courtney just what he’s feeling and when… Despite how he may act or say otherwise. So with that in mind, the heroine can’t help but roll her eyes playfully at the other while still maintaining her smile, gloved hands slowly sliding down to hold his own thin ones (or rather, hold his one free hand with both of hers).

     ❝ Or never, more likely. You’re not blowing anything up! ❞ so scolds the blonde, shaking her head at the esper now.

     ❝ Oh! But yeah, I did; do you like it? ❞ she can’t help but ask now, releasing her light grip on his hand to give him a quick twirl to show off the full length of her hair. Shortly after, she wastes no time in gently holding his hand once again, azure hues looking down at his thin digits. Though it had been some time, of that she’s sure, somehow it feels as if… She had only been apart from him for only a few minutes at most.

     ❝ … I missed you. ❞

He held her hands warmly and firmly. He held onto those hands a whole lot more tighter than he thought he would, unwilling to let go for even a second. It spoke volumes, especially for someone who is as emotionally stunted as he is, that he held his girlfriend’s hand. It was reassuring to him and it brought Accelerator a great deal of ease. He was serious about blowing something up earlier. Now that she’s here, it’s now a harmless joke from him. Though, if you didn’t know the esper personally, you would think he was still serious about it...

    “Yeah,” he agreed, nodding as she showed herself off. “Just be careful you don’t trip on it or something. Or get caught in something like fucking tree branches.” Yes, Courtney dearest. His uncanny ability to ruin the mood is still wholly intact. But the that aside, point is that he does indeed like the longer hair.

 “...I know.” He did, too. Though, for some reason, he’s having a tough time articulating it. Instead, he just held onto her hand, squeezing it to assure her that the feeling was mutual. “Which ward were you shit on by our new captors, by the way? I got put in some place that’s pretending to be Japan.”

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treevolving·:

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the world she comes from is a destroyed barren wasteland slowly rebuilding itself after the damage caused from the biological catastrophe and mass scale warfare. they had little place for luxuries as the necessities to sustain life was barely in place. this world… is the complete opposite. she’s still yet to explore this vast place, still yet to see every nook and cranny. she’s been amazed at what she’s seen so far, each place had this different personality, different life to it, to the point where it’s almost unreal. how can this place be so vast, be so lively? she’s never seen somewhere like this before where she’s from. she’s barely come from a world of peace.

pocky day. 

she stares at the sign that writes those words boldly for everyone to see. what the heck is pocky day, she wonders to herself. she’s never heard of pocky, much less heard about a day dedicated to pocky. but it seems like because of that day, the snack named “pocky” had massive sales. some flavors cheaper than others. there are also “friends of pocky” that are on sale, something named “pejoy” she heard some comment are better than pocky. she tilts her head, before checking her phone to see if she had any money remaining. and, much to her delight, there is a small balance that seemed more than enough to buy a satisfactory supply of these snacks. 

unfortunately, all of the samples that little tokyo had been giving up had been withdrawn upon news that the “sample stealing, gun wielding young girl had arrived”, so sop ii couldn’t try it before purchasing.

“hey mister!” she randomly asks a white haired male who had been standing nearby. she pokes his shoulder, “are these any good? i’ve never had pocky before.” 

“also… i heard pejoy is better than pocky, so should i get those over pocky? a little bit more expensive…” sop ii thinks to herself, calmly trying to figure out the best way to allocate her funds (considering she had no job for the time being). 

Minding his own business never seemed to keep him out of social interactions. Normally it did, but that was back in Academy City where he had a lethal reputation as Number One. Hell, no one would even think about touching him if they knew how his esper ability worked. And even then, people unaware of that steered clear of him because of his intimidating presence. But this was not Academy City. Past titles meant nothing and reputation held no weight. In here, you were just as ‘normal’ as the next guy, no matter your appearance or where you came from. So the esper relents a sigh. Might as well interact with this one and get it over with, right? Accelerator turned to her, an unenthusiastic expression about him. A rifle on her person and a robotic-looking arm. Yep, just another normal day.

    “Couldn’t you just sample them yourself and see which one to get?” he asked her, already rather dismissive. He might be in a mood today, blissfully unaware that the shopkeepers had withdrawn their samples because of a certain, gun-totting, pink-haired girl. In fact, Accelerator glanced at the shop owner, who then vehemently, but politely, shook their heads, much to his confusion.     “The fuck...? You just had them on display earlier...! Tsk.” Oh, he had no time for this shit. He tapped his crutch, his glare hardened into something fierce and raised his voice. “I said, ‘this kid would like to sample one of your stupid snacks, so show them to her, or else’, right?” The shop owner gulped, immediately relinquishing an opened box of both brands to the pink-haired girl. Accelerator’s intimidation was still intact.     “There. Pejoy and pocky. Which one is up to you.”

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unfortunately kumagawa, you had your chance in the old city. monika gets his vote. 

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frostess·:

     Anastasia nods. This wasn’t the first tired-eyed white-haired boy she’d been around. In a way it was almost relaxing. However, he was still a stranger, one whose name she didn’t even know. She couldn’t let herself enjoy the slivers of familiarity too much.

     “I have no interest in playing such a game.” She pauses, a determined look on her face.

     “But…” And it softens, voice lowering in kind. “…The cookie-sticks you mentioned. Are they tasty?”

Ah, of course. It always came down to it; eating, that is. They say it’s one way to get through a girl’s heart. Accelerator never believed that, but twice now, in his lifetime, he’d been able to fulfill certain things in his life through food. Namely, making Last Order behave and taking a certain heroine on a date that one time. So, he pulls out the box he already had and opens it. Slender fingers take two sticks. One for himself, which he immediately bites into and the other, he offers to the young woman.

    “They’re alright,” he said to her as he finished chewing. “The thing comes in different flavors though. This one’s chocolate. Cheapest of the bunch.”

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frostess·:

     “I see. How paltry.” She scoffs quietly a few seconds after he’s finished the explanation. What a confusing ritual. In a way, it sounded a bit exciting… And cookie-sticks sounded delicious. But she keeps that opinion to herself.

     “You seem upset.“ Anastasia comments, glancing towards the stranger with a vendetta for cookie-sticks. 

    “It is.” He scoffed with her, nodding in agreement. At least someone saw it his way. “Still, that doesn’t stop people from doing it with people they like. That’s usually how it goes.”

Upset? Oh, he wouldn’t put it that way. This was just his default state of being. “Disinterested,” he corrected her. “I never saw the appeal. What about you? Did your curiosity disappoint you, or will you end up trying this stupid pocky-game yourself?”

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nitikrty·:

☀  @onewayvector·

    “See? That wasn’t so bad now, was it?”

✫   𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶 𝒸𝒽𝑜𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝒾𝓃𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒹𝒾𝒷𝓁𝓎 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔. Look! Now he’s got an adorable little sun hieroglyph on his wrist. Not to worry: it’s only done with temporary henna. “Treat that sun as if it were your child. You may be without her now, but look at that, and think of her.” 

It really is how the universe worked against him sometimes. One thing led to another, one wrong turn here and one misunderstanding there lead to this moment. He was reluctant, of course. He threw countless vulgarities her way, but this... person, seemed insistent. But then she mentioned a child. Now, Last Order wasn’t his, but she sure as hell was under his care, even as far apart as they were now. She couldn’t have been referring to anyone else. Perhaps that was enough to allow this insistent woman to see this temporary tattooing through.

    “First of all, don’t be stupid. I’m too young to father anyone, nor am I in any position to be anyone’s fucking dad. I’d be an awful, shitty dad.” He looked at the tattoo. It made his skin tingly. “Secondly, are you some kind of seer? Or was it just some good fucking luck that you managed to guess that I have a child in my care? I’ll be frank, woman. Depending on your answer, you may become an enemy of mine. Not that I want you to, but see, that child... she's everything to me. So I have to know how you knew.”

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idol stuff

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rightreflection·:

Though most may be either smart enough or far too intimidated by the stranger to approach him the blonde, unfortunately, does not fall into either category and as such finds herself being drawn forward to the very same spot in which the male stands, like a moth to a lamp. While others duck their heads and quicken their paces to avoid so much as making eye contact with him Rin steps right up beside the other, personal space a thing of the past as she stares up at the very same monitor that has caused him such aggravation. 

Attention remains locked above, foot tapping gently in rhythm with the music that emanates from the screen. 

“That’s because humans love to be entertained.” Though the comment had likely not been intended for her to overhear the android addresses it matter-of-factly regardless. “If you aren’t into this sort of thing then what do you get entertained by?”

The tension is broken by the voice of another. Someone who had actual balls to talk to the glaring esper, which might have shocked the crowd, earning subdued gasps from them. Did they expect Accelerator to blow off the young girl? React to her violently, as if she was intruding upon his space?  Well, too bad, you fuckheads. He had a completely normal reaction. That somehow disappointed the crowd...

    “You talk like you’re not human. That’s kinda fuckin’ creepy.” He didn’t know any better, of course. The girl beside him only looked human. Then again, for someone who once considered himself a villainous monster... he’s not one to talk. Still, he took her question into consideration, taking a few moments to think of an answer. Finally, he thought of one. “Does napping count?”

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frostess·:

     “…Snacks?”

     Having refused to talk with any of the Spirale citizens thus far, Anastasia’s silence breaks with the prompt of food, and the apparent ritual that surrounded it. She has no hesitation in taking the seat next to him. As a Princess, she’s entitled… right? “Please explain more.”

    “...Where the fuck did you come from?” Not that it mattered, considering how this all worked. What with people from all walks of life coming through Spirale. She just startled him a little, is all, coming up to him with such a query. Most people would have known by now but... oh well. Accelerator sighed, choosing to relent the information to her. “It’s some made up holiday where I come from. It’s all a buncha crap, really. You make a game out of these cookie sticks, bite one end of it and dare people to bite the other end. Both parties keep biting on the stick till either one relents or you kiss. See? Crap.”

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    “I guess even here, that stupid holiday bled over and now everyone’s doing this shit with their snacks.” Pocky day. Naturally, he thought it was dumb. But if prompted by Courtney... well, he knew better than to upset her. Maybe that's why he already bought a box for them.

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@amandirosa

Island paradise? No, not all of it. If recent events were any indication, nothing in this new city was as it seemed. That seemed to be a universal constant, Accelerator mused to himself. The last city he was in was filled to the brim with malevolent intent for its citizens and Academy City, for all its scientific progress and shiny inventions held a dark side to its core. One that he was once a part of to protect those he cared about. Now, his gut told him that this new place, this new bright and welcoming world he was once again thrown into, had its own dark side. In fact, he was convinced that it had one. The brighter the light, the heavier the shadow it cast, after all.

    “This is the place.” What better ward to start his investigation than the place that practically invited avarice. He knew well enough that this was where scum and villainy would operate and exploit people for their wealth. It didn’t take long, too. Just ahead, he could see someone already arguing with a bunch of people. A lone girl, clad in red against what looked like body guards or security of some sort. Debt she couldn’t repay or perhaps she, like himself, went sniffing around where she shouldn’t be? Either way, trouble was brewing.

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Toaru Majustu no Index III | Ep 6 | Last Order Calming down Accelerator

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i’m dumb ive been here two weeks and i havent done this yet so anyway, let’s do a lil refresher on accelerator here and my current canon point on him!

has been known to be edgy. correction! was edgy as shit but has since mellowed out in New Testament

used to think he was a top class villain and a monster but has since turned into protector for Last Order and the world around her

that said he’s still just as rude and as profane as ever. not even Last Order is immune to it

incredibly powerful despite his “crippled” state

the laws of physics is literally his playground. once slowed the earth’s rotation for five whole ass minutes to borrow kinetic energy from it. yeah, that happened

has angel wings... yeah. that’s a thing. complete with a golden halo above his head

prefers not to kill his enemies anymore but will still maim the absolute fuck out of them if it came to it. lethal pacifist at its finest. better broken bones than dead, right?

people tend to forget he’s a genius. like, a genuine genius. einstein level of genius, maybe even surpassing the man. his calculating prowess is second to none

because he’s an esper, using magic of any sort is lethal to him. smaller, controlled magic is okay, but he once cried blood because he used some healing magic so...

also, magic is something his ability can’t deal with. they break every law of physics and so he’s unable to use his vector bullshit on them. 

absolutely inhales coffee like a motherfuck

if you make it into his phone contacts, consider yourself a “friend”

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cosmiccharged·:

     ☆! Despite his profanity and protest, the blonde still keeps her embrace tight on the other, shoving her face in the crook of his neck. Though she allows the pair of them to at least sit upright, not once does she let go of the esper, almost out of fear that if she does, he’ll disappear from her life once again. Though she doesn’t let any tears fall down her cheeks, the sound of her sniffling is audible near the boy’s ear and for a few more moments, Courtney continues to hold onto him before finally pulling away slightly to finally look at his face.

     ❝ I know you’re trying to be annoying but I’m so glad to see you! ❞ she finally says, lightly dabbing at her eyes with a free hand before offering another sniffle.

     ❝ I thought that… ❞ though as she trails off, the blonde soon stops herself, shaking her head. With a smile does she now regard Accelerator with, standing back up before grabbing a hold of his hands in order to pull the esper back onto his feet as well.

     ❝ Oh, right; I almost forgot you were pretty frail, ❞ and though her words sound a bit blunt as she pulls him up now, her tone is warm; perhaps a hint that it hadn’t been meant as anything bad.

     ❝ How long have you been here for? Oh; hey! Did you get a little bit taller? ❞

Seeing Courtney again made his heart feel like it was about to jump out of his chest. He hasn’t felt this way in a long time and certainly not in the romantic sense. That spoke volumes on just how much he cared for this super heroine. Whatever scorn he had felt being dropped into another world yet again was utterly erased as soon as Courtney was in his arms. It was like his anger just melted away.

    “Who the fuck is fucking frail? Shut up.” Well, not all of it. His usual brand of grumpy is still there, especially just for her. That’s one part of him that will never be melted by anything. Even Last Order isn’t immune to his rudeness. No one is, frankly. Still, he kept himself close to Courtney, his hand holding onto her for support as well as to keep some warmth between them. Though his words have a bite to them, Courtney should be used to it by now.      “I just got here,” he answered as he dusted himself off, his weight shifted against his crutch. “I was ready to blow something the fuck up, since I was pretty pissed when I got dropped in here. Good thing I found you first. Blowing shit up can come later.” For a moment, he too, took notice of something about the heroine.     “You grew your hair.”