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@phantasmalnightmare
Ecнoeѕ oғ α Fαlleɴ Sтαr ☆
Independent Multi muse featuring muses from Master Detective Archives: Raincode, Danganronpa, Boku no Hero Academia, Final Fantasy, Tokyo Revengers, and more. Loved by Phantasma. ♡
Dark themes ahead. Trigger heavy blog. 18+ only please.
Currently extremely low activity due to working two jobs and going to school. Please only start stuff with me if you don’t mind waiting up to 2 weeks for replies.
Drafts: 4 || Starters: 0
Muses || Rules
// I was hoping to get to replies before my trip but I ran out of time. I'll be on a week hiatus until Monday 6/8, visiting the bf! I don't have time for my laptop on my personal bag, but maybe I can get a reply or 2 out while I'm there. <3
“Of course I did?? Come on, what does that mean?? I get bored sitting in my place, y'know.” his eyes rolled a little bit. Maybe his tone was a little rough, but he stayed a little calm — for a solid moment.
Hearing the other's voice change, he exchanged a long sigh from his lips and placed his hands on his hips for a moment. “Will you shut the hell up? Why can't you be positive for once? You have so much more to live for – and you want to die? Who doesn't at this point? Live sucks,” his eyes rolled, and he moved his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. He was jealous enough to talk about her – he got everything he wished, and yet he didn't even see it! It was annoying, and he wanted to hit him again, but he stopped himself from doing it. “ Be happy and lucky, I would kill for a fan like her, so you need to start looking at the brighter side of things, or you're gonna lose your little girlfriend.” his eyes rolled for a moment, and before he could do anything, his head tilted a little bit.
“ Okay – not. I'm a mint-chip kind of person. But eat your damn ice cream, I don't really care." his eye twitched a little, hearing it brought. “ Listen! She can be mad all she wants, I don't care what she thinks!” he lied. Surely, the younger one was pouting for a moment before he stepped away from him. She yelled at him a lot – every time he was being mean to the other, and it sucked. But he listened to the other, and blinked. God – he hated school and homework, but he was good at it. Even if he was below the other's grade, he simply shook his mind away. “Good luck with that. I don't think I can help you with that kind of math – I had my own issue with mine.” he shrugged, huffing. “ Maybe why I was taking a walk to clear my head,” he said softly.
Before he almost wanted to yell at the other. turning to look at the other. His face was flushed, and his face was red. “ Shut up! I'm going to get it next time! I'm going to knock that smug ass look off your face!” he shouted, watching the other run into the apartment building. Now he was just standing there upset, but he'll wait – at least until he knows the other was back into his own place.
"I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean anything bad by it! It just... made sense is all, and made me realize what a complete idiot I am asking such obvious questions!" He panicked at Ouri's raised voice, cringing away. "You think... life sucks too?" He stopped fretting for a moment, his eyes widening in surprise. In his mind, Ouri was perfect and confident, despite his short temper. The Prince had everything that he lacked, and his parents were stars to boot. He couldn't fathom why his life would suck, but he wasn't about to tell him otherwise.
"I wouldn't wanna lose her." He said with a sad smile, although he didn't think he could ever make Kinoshita hate him, no matter what he did. She truly seemed to think he was some unfathomable God. "Though.. She's not my g-girlfriend." At least, not yet.
Mint chip had been his second choice. Maybe he'd get it next time, he thought absently as he shrunk back from the once more angry Ouri. "I-I thought the two of you had become friends kind of... But that's just as well." He suddenly stopped stuttering as a dark aura seemed to overtake him. "She should hate you and stay very far away..." He mumbled, turning away. The dark personality had slipped away almost as quickly as it came and he fumbled for a moment. "I... thought you were good at math." It seemed he had wanted to ask for help, but instead, he began the trek back to his apartment.
He only turned back once, a small smile softening his features. "I won't let you beat me so easily. You're on." He turned on his heel and headed back into his apartment, the audible click of his door the only remaining sound.
[RELUCTANT ALLIES] a starter where our muses, who do not get along (or are enemies), are forced to team up. ( from cloud for bene )
The eastern continent... It was a fairly far away land that had taken Benedikta a couple of weeks to get to by ship. Her King wanted her to ready this land for conquering, just as she had so many before it. Its capital city was Midgar, and it was ruled by the Shinra company.
She'd been gathering intel for a few weeks already and had found out that a terrorist group known as Avalanche was her best bet at taking out Shinra. Even as a dominant, she wasn't confident she could do it on her own.
She'd narrowed down their home base to sector 7, and she was wandering about, when a shock of blonde hair caught her attention. She'd seen that spikey hair in the news not so long ago. "Excuse me..." She called out, sauntering towards him. "Might you be the one known as Cloud Strife of Avalanche?" She pulled out a pipe, taking a long draw from it.
@phantasmalnightmare from x
The fans were going crazy today, his – Tamon's, and everyone else, but something caught his attention, when he heard one of HIS go crazy. Funny how he pulled through right in the nick of time to hear all of it, and then soon catch the others' eyes. he wanted to lose his mind – call for this fan to be taken away, but the moment they met their eyes, his smile only brightened.
Playing fake was easy.
playing a boyfriend would be harder. those rumors – those, talks. where going to be the worst later on? Even if it was strung at the last moment. And as soon as he knew he, the other's arms were around him, and he placed his on the other's shoulder, pulling himself closer. Gotta play the part. That's all he had to do. Even if the rumors started, they could milk this for more money! Feelings would never play bettween the two, would they?? Who cares. The Prince let out a laugh. “ Yeah, sorry to our beautiful fans! We love you all so very, very much. But there is something special about our relationship that we can't just give up! ” he let out a laugh from his lips, as he nugged the other with his hips. He was going to kill him later, that was for sure.
“A nice stay-at-home date, watch some movies, eat some popcorn! The works! So please do no harm to yourself, but love yourself! The world is full of those who love each other~” Winking at the crowd, he used his free hand to give a little heart from him. leaning closer to the other's ear, he kept his smile and whisper. “You're dead later.” He said, pretending a laugh.
Tamon sighed in relief, albeit inside of his head. There was a part of him that thought that Ouri would reject his ploy with his whole being, since he was sure the Prince hated his guts. Instead, he was pleasantly surprised to see him actually go along with it. Of course he would though. If one thing was known about fangirls, they loved them some boy love. In fact, he could hear many squeals emit from the group, even as the girl from earlier fell to the ground crying. The guards quickly carted her off.
That was all this was to Ouri, right? A ploy to appease the fans and make more money...
Even still, the pinkette used his hand to make a heart with Ouri's. "That sounds like a great plan. Ouri Kun really knows how to treat me well. We'll be cuddling on the couch all night long~" Tamon sang in a seductive voice, with a wink. "We still love all our girlfriends too though!" He blanched for a moment as he heard the other male's threat.
Oh no, he was in trouble.
Suddenly, their manager ran over. "Oh my god you two really? You do know that we're going to have to film your date now? We'd never hear the end of it otherwise."
Tamon felt his knees about to buckle... Ouri would definitely kill him now. "Sure, let's bring all our girlfriends along on our date. They can watch, but they can't touch. That'll be my job."
[FAKE DATING] a starter where our muses pretend to date for tamon and Ouri
Face was at a meet and greet, meeting fans as usual. These kinds of get togethers were always hard on Tamon, and it had already been a couple of hours, but the event should be wrapping up soon...
That was when he noticed a fan barreling past the line, ignoring the security. "Tamon! I love you!" She yelled, jumping the barricade and punching a guard that came too close. "Marry me or I swear I'll kill you!" She seemed to be rabid and drew a knife from inside of her coat.
This was it... he was going to die. Or worse, his switch was going to flip in front of all these people as he went to shrink away in fear. That's when he noticed Ouri next to him. Barely clinging on to his Hottiehara facade, he put a hand out to stop the fan, and suddenly put his arm around the other male. "I love all my girlfriends, but I'm afraid I actually have a boyfriend." He winked at Ouri. "In fact, I'm taking him out on a date right after we're done."
─── PLOTTED STARTER. / MITSURU KIRIJO [ . . . ] ━ ↳ @phantasmalnightmare
ever since he got a promotion as the new farspace fleet colonel , caleb found himself dealing with more than one obstacle course. that was sustaining his life , to surviving his home explosion , killing his adjacent ( whom attempt to assassinate him , reuniting with his childhood friend. it was more than he had to bargain himself with , but who says his new role was suppose to be easy ? especially when his cold & darker personality emerges from his deep-seated trauma.
which seem to manifesting , though outside his work he was more contain. nicer even. today however , he never plan to be getting a new subordinate that would be working under him. oh he had hope this isn't another sent to spy on him , otherwise he would have to make another sacrifice. by definition , he guessed this how the world works. there always someone out there that could be your closest ally & end up betraying you in the darkness of this world.
yet he would swiftly dispelled as he was flickering through reports & documents of this girl who is assign to him. so far he didn't see any malice what he had read. she seem more hard working than anyone. leaving an indication he will trust her for now which it was moment he sense a presence entering into his office. he would look forward & voice his tone to the figure. “ you must be her. ” he had softly said between his pause. “ mitsuru kirijo was it ? what made you decide you to join the fleet under my command ? ”
She'd traveled the world as the head of her organization, Shadow Operatives, for a few years after the loss of her close friend. Shadows popped up everywhere there were humans, and after much research and time spent chasing them down, there was one place yet vastly unexplored: The deepspace. Perhaps, she could find the source of them there, and end them once and for all. The only way to get there was to enlist in the Farspace Fleet, so that's what Mitsuru did. And there was one man known to get things done, and to go further than other's did.
It had been hard rising in the chain of command, for the fact that she did not enjoy being ordered around. She'd been a leader for so long, and some of the commanding officers were downright disrespectful. She'd had to bite her tongue more than once, but she'd finally made it she thought, as she stood outside his office confidently. She was now Major Kirijo, and no longer at the bottom of the food chain.
She knocked and then finally entered his office. Crimson hues took in her surroundings, and she was pleased to see that he kept his office fairly tidy. "Sir." She saluted. She couldn't very well tell him that she was trying to end the creatures known as shadows, since they weren't public knowledge, but she was prepared anyway. "I've read about your many achievements. You are both very intelligent as well as fearless. I, too, wish to travel into the deepspace beyond where many dare. I will find the secrets it's harboring with my own two hands. I won't let you down." She nods formally. "I look forward to our first mission together and wish to depart posthaste."
𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 (a collection of very indulgent tropes I love! Feel free to elaborate and add context when sending one of the prompts.)
Send a prompt for me to write the following:
[FAKE DATING] a starter where our muses pretend to date
[WARMTH] a starter where our muses need to cuddle for warmth
[ONE BED] a starter where our muses have to share the same bed
[REINCARNATION] a starter where our muses were lovers in a past life
[ARRANGED MARRIAGE] a starter where our muses have an arranged marriage
[ACCIDENTAL MARRIAGE] a starter where our muses wake up to find out they got married the night before
[AMNESIA] a starter where my muse has lost all of their memories and doesn't remember your muse (+ REVERSE to reverse)
[TIME TRAVEL] a starter where my muse time travels to another time and meets your muse (+ REVERSE to reverse)
[ENEMIES TO LOVERS] a starter where our muses, who used to be enemies, start developing feelings for each other
[LOVERS TO ENEMIES] a starter where our muses, who used to be lovers, become enemies
[SECRET RELATIONSHIP] a starter where our muses must hide their relationship
[MUTUAL PINING] a starter where both our muses have a crush on each other, but don't know it's mutual
[BACK TOGETHER] a starter where our muses, who broke up some time ago, meet each other again and realize they still have feelings for each other
[LOVE TRIANGLE] a starter where our muses are in the middle of a love triangle
[RELUCTANT ALLIES] a starter where our muses, who do not get along (or are enemies), are forced to team up
[DOORSTEP] a starter where my muse shows up at your muse's doorstep because they didn't know where else to go (+ REVERSE to reverse)
[FOUND FAMILY] a starter where our muses come together to form a strong, platonic bond
[UNREQUITED] a starter where my muse has unrequited feelings for your muse (+ REVERSE to reverse)
// got my first ending to 100 line defense without using walkthroughs and making all the choices I thought were best, and it was literally called the stupidest ending ever. It was really stupid lmao
I feel like I should get more endings before adding thl characters to my roster, but how many do I need? all 100 to avoid them spoilers??
Although Izumi considered herself Japanese first and foremost, her mother had been the one to do all the cooking in their family home. Until she'd left, anyway. Izumi doubted she would have developed much taste for spice even if she'd been raised on mostly Japanese food, but after a childhood eating Swedish cuisine for every dinner, she never had a chance. It was now that she was starting to branch out, which was just as well. Her dad wasn't much of a cook, and she'd had enough bullying over her weird foreign lunches in middle school to last a lifetime.
Thinking as she was of food, hoping that it would arrive quickly and negate the need for conversation, Izumi was entirely unprepared for Ibuki's excited response. "Ehehe..." came her weak laugh. "That's r-right, I am her, so..." This was getting dangerously close to a normal live performance, and she wasn't any good at those. Still, with Ibuki looking at her like that, neither did Izumi want to let her down. "I guess I can do one m-more."
After adjusting the settings again, Izumi plugged her phone into one of the speakers. Other bands' music was one thing, but when it came to BAKEMONO originals, she usually had the stems with her. Nakamura-san had given her versions of all the old albums with the lead guitars cut out, both so she could practice without distraction, and so she could develop her own parts if she wanted to deviate from the studio versions in future live performances.
As if. It had taken Nakamura-san, as the the bass player and composer TENGU, and Akiyama-san as the singer, rhythm guitarist, and primary lyricist YUREI some time to become the legends they were now regarded as. She knew that both of them didn't consider BAKEMONO as really starting until the 90s, lovingly deriding their 80s output as "cheesy Loudness rip-offs." Akiyama-san had mentioned off-hand that, had it not been for RYUU-san, those early albums would never have generated enough interest to keep the band going.
There was no way anyone would measure up to RYUU-san, and it would be the height of arrogance to try to improve on his work. So many metal guitarists of the 80s just picked some famous guitarist to emulate, but while someone could hear the influences of Rhodes, Van Halen, and Malmsteen on RYUU-san, Izumi would think it'd be crazy to call him anything other than a true original. "This is Midnight Time Rider," she murmured in a small voice, starting the leadless version of a fan-favorite BAKEMONO track from the early 90s and then accompanying it herself, exactly as RYUU-san had laid it down over thirty years ago.
There was joy in playing this music, but discouraging thoughts, too. The band had gone through a lot of guitarists since RYUU-san quit, and each time another one left, Izumi knew the fans were silently hoping that RYUU-san would come back. No matter how good she was, wasn't it the case that she'd always be a disappointment to them for that reason alone? Once the song was over, she packed up her guitar before Ibuki could ask her to play something else, suddenly not feeling in the mood to keep playing in front of someone else. "I th-think it's okay," she mumbled. "I don't want to keep imposing myself, s-senpai, so that's all the music for today, I think."
"YAAAY!" Ibuki bounced up and down with excitement, as she tried to guess which song that Izumi would choose next. It was almost like watching her live, and she knew how lucky she was, since Oni was known to never perform live. She didn't know every Bakemono song, but she tried to keep up with as many bands and artists as she could, and she knew quite a few of their songs, both old and new.
"Ooh." She looked on in interest as the song was selected. "This is an oldie but a goodie!" The musician could tell that the other girl was nervous. "Don't mind me! Just pretend you're jamming out in your room alone, or wherever is most comfy for you! Ibuki is just a notch on your bedpost right now!" She winked playfully, as the girl began to play in earnest.
Before she knew it, she was lost in the tune, head banging once more. She wanted to get up and dance with her whole body, but she managed to hold her excitement back. She had a feeling that would startle Izumi, and cause her to withdraw in her shell once more. It seemed that was inevitable though, as the song ended all too soon, and she could see her kohai visibly retract. She pouted a bit as Izumi placed the guitar back into the case. "D'aw. It's not imposition at all. I'm always down for a jam sesh! Fo sho!"
She blinked a bit, studying her. "You okay though? You seem a little bit down in the dumps now. Music should bring joy not despair!" Ibuki wasn't the smartest, but she was uncannily observant at times. She wouldn't push her for anymore music... for now. "Ibuki would love to hear more sometime but I'll take what I can get. Ibuki is just so lucky to get to hear Oni preform!" She pumped her arm in the air.
At that moment, there was a knock at the door. Ibuki's multi colored hair seemed to swim behind her as she zoomed to the door, and exchanged pleasantries with the delivery driver, as well as a sizeable tip. She brought in a couple of bags of food and set them down on the now clear table. "Ibuki loves Chinese food since they always get it here so fast!" She took out a couple of paper plates from one of the bags, as her stomach growled loudly. "Let's chow down! Grab whatever you want!" She began to heap fried rice on her plate.
Hinata's blush darkened several shades when Bakugo told her had something else for her to eat and it took all her willpower not to melt into a puddle on the spot.
Hinata hadn't noticed that the people left the restaurant until after she sat down. It suddenly became so quiet. At the suggestion of a drink, she put a finger to her chin for a moment before answering. "I think I will try a lemonade. It's really refreshing," she smiled. "Thank you, Bakugo!" He didn't have to pay but she appreciated his gesture.
It didn't take long for their orders to arrive and the smell of ramen filled the air.
Hinata realized that the ramen tasted better than she imagined after she began eating. "Mmh. This tastes really good! Almost as good as Ichiraku's Ramen!" she hummed before realizing that she was talking about back home and she quickly broke the silence. "I hope yours tastes as good as mine," she smiled at him.
In a few more minutes, Hinata had finally finished her ramen before she drank her lemonade. "Oh, this is is really delicious! I have never had any lemonade before. At least, not from here." She wondered if the beer was as refreshing for Bakugo as the lemonade was for her. But then again, he wouldn't have ordered it if he didn't like it.
"Just lemonade? Tch, what are you a damned kid?" He raised a brow, but it was so her. He'd never seen her imbibe before and he was certainly curious as to how she would act if she actually were to get drunk. Well, it was a hot day anyway, and he wanted her to stay hydrated, so maybe lemonade was the right choice after all.
He picked up the mug of beer that the waiter had placed in front of him, and chugged it down. It was fresh and foamy, and damn, it really was hot today. Before he knew it, he'd downed the whole mug. "I'll take another." Their server nodded and was back with another frothy mug.
"Ichiraku ramen? Where's that at?" He asked, as he took some of the noodles in his chopsticks and slurped them up loudly. "This broth is pretty damn good. Nice choice babyface." He took his time, enjoying the ramen, and he drank his second cup of beer more slowly this time, sipping it in between bites here and there. Beer paired surprisingly well with ramen.
"Never had lemonade from around here? You've been living here for a few fucking years now. How have you not?" He finished the beer shortly after his ramen, but it was so tasty, he wanted one more before they hit the road. He put in his order, before turning to Hinata. "You want another lemonade? Or... how about an alcoholic beverage? They can always add some vodka too the lemonade or some sugary shit like that." He grinned devilishly. "Hey, for real, no pressure though if you don't want to. I've just never seen you drunk before."
me on the dash every 5 minutes:
❝ Come on Benna. Come with me. We can leave together. You don't have to follow or listen to him anymore. You trusted me once. So, trust me once more aye? ❞ Cid didn't want to leave Benedikta for Barnabas to twist her the wrong way or turn her from the woman she once was when he first rescued her from the bandits.
| @phantasmalnightmare ♡'d for a starter |
Benedikta looked towards her mentor with pure longing, absolutely torn. She'd stayed by his side for so long after he'd rescued her from those bandits, but she'd finally found the courage to stand on her own. A year ago, she'd even managed to take her first life, earning her the surname "Harman" from their King. The dominant had even been influencing Hugo Kupka lately, and she'd just become head of intelligence, each life she'd taken becoming easier.
"Why are you doing this? King Barnabas has given us so much and yet you choose to turn traitor? We have a good life here. He treats us well. I... wanted to work my way up in the ranks so that you would be proud of me." She grit her teeth, having to choose between her loyalty to her King, and to the man she cared about more than anyone. "Is it... because you don't like seeing me with Kupka? Because you know that my feelings are nothing but feigned for him..."
Finally, she took a reluctant step towards Cid, holding her hand towards him. "If you are certain of this, then you know I will follow you anywhere. I owe you my life. We best get going before we around found out and executed then."
──── ⋆ ACCEPTING. / TRAVEL STARTER [ . . . ] ━ 𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ ↳ @phantasmalnightmare asked : [ flight ] — sender and receiver end up seated next to each other on a long flight From Tamon
this wasn't her exactly her full plan to be seated next to a complete stranger on a long flight , that seemed to be hiding theirselves under a hoodie. as if they were shy to show their face to her. but jinae wasn't sure what the case was. it was a task she didn't plan this day. since originally she only book a flight to go see her friend caleb who has been with work lately. but he had took a vacation thats couple hours away from sky haven for her to see him.
however the place was complete different than what she had been to before. but she was always about enjoying seeing the society of other locations. it signals her to learn how these places are like. how the people are , shops , the view itself. something rafayel would enjoy to sketch a masterpiece for his painting. was like a wonder to her , no matter where she is. she had always thought of her friends. but this situation here , she didn't how to approach & what to say to the male.
“ umm . . . ” she said quietly , trying to get a good look of him. but he seemed a bit gloomy for some reason to her. though she never judge how a person act at least she wanted to check on him. for she would take a breath as she glances her hues to try to see his face. “ are you alright ? ”
Face had been sent to different parts of the world for an interesting kind of meet and greet event. Their manager thought them too chaotic to control on a flight all together, with rabid fans liable to chase them, so he decided to split the members up. They would go where they had the most fans, and Tamon was being sent to some place in Europe?
Tamon couldn't believe he was actually getting on an airplane of all things, but here he was. He wished that Kinoshita had come with him, or even Ouri, as long as he wasn't alone. He wasn't confident at all that he could keep his idol facade up for such a long flight.
It's okay... I can just take a nap and when I wake up it will be over.
He tried to tell himself, but there was no way he could nap like this. He was too nervous, both from being so high in the sky, and of the people around him. That's when the girl next to him asked him if he was okay. He made a shrieking sound and finally turned towards her. She was trying to discern his face under his hoody. Could it be a fan or was it someone that didn't recognize him?
"Why, hello there beautiful. I couldn't be better." The male threw the hood off, revealing a pink haired man with teal eyes and a confident expression. He was able to flip the switch into Hottiehara for now, but could he keep it up the whole flight? "I'm perfectly fine now that I know that such a cutie is sitting next to me. What's your name?" He was trying to gauge if she recognized him.
Hinata was too invested in the movie to notice that Bakugo had twirled some of her hair around her finger until he said that people would come and clean up the spilled popcorn. "I-if you say so..."
Hinata had thought that the scene was the man and woman simply kissing a little passionately but she was quickly proved wrong as clothes came off. She felt her blush darken a bit as suddenly, a hand crept up her thigh and Bakugo shamelessly teased her. "I-I'm fine," she squeaked in a low voice, totally sounding anything other than fine.
Luckily, Hinata survived sitting through that rather intimate scene before the man and woman tricked the man and managed to trap and burn him, along with the man. The movie ended on a rather sad note and Hinata agreed with Bakugo. "I feel sorry for the woman. I hoped they would both survive." But good that it was only a movie.
Once outside, Bakugo took her hand again and she nodded at his suggestion before freezing as he said the rest of the sentence. "H-huh?" Her gaze immediately lowered.
"U-uhm, l-let's eat first. I'm hungry," she muttered, trying to ignore the funny feeling that spread in her stomach.
Deciding on ramen, Hinata looked out for a good spot to eat it and it didn't take long for her to find a place. It was a little small but people could still sit inside to eat. Placing herself on a seat, she quickly reached for the menu and smiled when she found something. "Everything looks good but I think I'll have the pork ramen," she said before turning to Bakugo. "Do you already know what you want?"
A low, sultry laugh, emitted from the male's lips as Hinata stammered while he teased her. She really made it so fun and easy. Yet, the movie was interesting enough, that he didn't tease her too much more, as the action took over. "Yeah that was pretty damn lame," he agreed, although he had actually enjoyed the movie. "Just went and sacrificed himself, without thinking about how she feels left behind."
The irony wasn't lost on him, since he'd attempted to do the very same thing for his own girlfriend a few years prior. Luckily, he'd managed to survive, the perks to having a quirk hardened body. And still, he would make that choice again. Even if she was left behind, at least she would live.
Bakugo grinned lazily as Hinata blushed once more at his suggestion. "I have something you can eat," he whispered into her ear softly. "But fine... S'pose we can get some real food."
He was more than happy to follow her along as she picked a place out. It was nice to watch her grow as a person, and for her to become more sure of her decisions. She'd come so far from that unsure kunoichi she'd been in school, that hadn't been able to make a choice on her own. "Ramen huh?" The place was a bit crowded, but the other patrons parted quickly when they noticed who had entered. Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight had quite the reputation for being short tempered and powerful.
He took a seat and gazed at the menu. "Not yet. Haven't been here before." A waitress greeted them shortly after he'd gone over his options. "I'll have the tempura ramen and a beer. Do you want a drink too babe? Order whatever you want. I'll pay."
//Activity might be a bit more limited the next 3 weeks. My jobs are trying to kill me and have me working 45-60 hours the next 3 weeks. I need the money but imma be dead
At least I finally beat THL this morning! So I'm much more immune to those spoilers. And man the ending... I can't wait to do the new game +
Talking shop with another musician was so fun that Izumi almost forgot to be anxious. "Mmhmm! I assumed you didn't have everything here, 'cause I don't see your Phantom VI from that photoshoot you did with Cure Magazine a few months ago." She remembered thinking it was a cool shape - another of those weird 60s designs that had flopped in their own era, but come to be appreciated by later players. "And yeah, it's not that I have anything against Fenders, but I prefer harder-sounding guitars 'cause I'm primarily a heavy metal player."
Although if she wanted to shed the title of Ultimate Heavy Metal Guitarist and one day receive the honor of being just the Ultimate Guitarist, she'd need to diversify her output. That was the point of her Zuminn project on Bandcamp, but she didn't need to tell Ibuki about that. All the songs on that account were free to download, since they were just experiments in composition and different styles, without much cohesion or expertise. She'd be embarrassed to show another professional that work.
The offer to give her a Thunderbird was enough to shock Izumi back to her typical timid senses, and she raised her hands. "That's way t-too much, senpai. You d-don't have to bribe me to be your friend." Of course, if Ibuki was insistent, Izumi supposed she could take the bass off the other girl's hands... No no no Izumi, that wouldn't be right, not at all! "Maybe I c-can just borrow if it I need it for something. That way it's n-not an extravagant gift." That seemed like a better solution to her than being gifted an instrument worth over 300,000 yen on a whim.
Once the topic of her AZ was broached, Izumi nodded, unzipping her bag and pulling out her guitar. "Maybe sweet and sour p-pork? I'm not really picky as long as it isn't s-spicy." Ibuki had cleared some of her things but it still wasn't exactly easy to maneuver. "Please excuse me," she mumbled as she dug through the gear for a cable, and then began to organize some pedals and set up the amp the way she liked. It was weird messing with someone else's settings - she was so particular, herself, and one thing that really set her off in the studio was when one of the other band members touched her dials before she could get a photograph.
It would be weird to play her own music in the presence of a more experienced musician, so Izumi sat with her guitar on her knee, thinking of what to play. Mr. Scary was her go-to warm-up song, so that would work. At first, Izumi intended just to run through the opening riff or two, just to make sure that everything sounded fine. But... probably she should check to make sure the pitch harmonics sounded good right? And that the whammy bar was still in place, and wasn't de-tuning the instrument. And that the strings could hold up to some punishment.
George Lynch was really a guitarist's guitarist, wasn't he? Those crunchy riffs, tapping sections, whammy bars, and those huge sexy bends! Before she knew it, she'd finished the entire, having grooved so hard that her hair had started to fall out of her little horns, prompting her to let out a sudden exhale of surprise, and work on wrapping it back up and pinning it in place. "Mm, everything sound g-good," she murmured, face flushed at the realization that it probably looked like she'd been totally showing off, instead of just checking her instrument.
"Yup the Phantom VI is back home too. You saw Ibuki's photoshoot from that silly magazine? Wowza! Ibuki didn't think many people read Cure Mag! Isn't she pretty?" She nodded, as she threw more trash in her can. "Heavy metal is the best isn't it!? Hell yeah! But Ibuki practices all kind of music and gives all of it love. I'm deff biased towards Metal though. It just gets you so pumped up!" She pumped her arms.
It was cute how Izumi got so excited to talk about music, but then seemed to withdraw in her shell once again so quickly. Ibuki hoped she would grow more comfortable being herself around her soon. "Not a bribe! Ibuki just loves to share her love for music with fellow music enthusiasts! If someone will use her, I'm happy! Instruments are meant to be played, not to just sit around collecting dust like Mom's china or whatever. Besides, this school just throws money at us for whatever our creative juices need! But if you wanna borrow her, that's cool too. Ibuki can bring her to school tomorrow!"
The musician's eyes lit up as she browsed the Chinese food menu. "Oooh good choice! Sweet and Sour pork it is!" She added it to the order before frowning. "D'aw Ibuki likes a little bit of spice." She winked playfully. "But guess Izumi chan is not into spice. No worries, no worries. Plenty of other food that will be yummy in our tummy!" As Izumi set up the amp, Ibuki sent in the food order. She didn't mind someone setting her amp the way they preferred. The more times she had to change it, the more practice she got anyway, and she was pretty fast at adjusting it just the way she liked it now.
"Peeking, peeking," she observed as Izumi finished setting up the pedals she would be using. Ibuki figured she would just hit all the range of notes and do just a few strums, but before she knew it, the other girl began to play a whole song, "Mr. Scary." It was one of Ibuki's favorites from Bakemono, and she stared, enraptured for a bit, as Izumi lost herself in the rifts.
Before long, Ibuki couldn't sit still, headbanging herself. It seemed she got lost in the song as well, and it was over all too soon. She watched Izumi fix her horn, and felt her own had slipped out of place too. "Wahoo! You really are Oni!" It seemed like it had been hard to believe still, but this certainly had confirmed it. "That was so fucking amaze sauce! Holy crap! Ibuki loves Mr. Scary!" Ibuki nodded enthusiastically. "Ibuki can't wait to hear more songs. Are you suuuure that she's okay? Maybe you need to play one more just to make sure. Hmm hmm." Of course, her guitar sounded perfectly fine, but Ibuki just wanted to hear more. Good thing she'd put the order in before she started listening to her song, or she'd have been way too distracted to do so.
