Pure White Prophet

The Pure White Prophet White, Eli Clark, from Identity V. RP blog.

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𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍?

Independent, Mutuals Only, White from the Truth&Inference storyline of Identity V. Written by Lux.

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Follow you into the Night, A story where the nightmare wins

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"In five, four..." For the festivities, Luca had planned very carefully with his little gadget to make sure the time was as accurate as possible, down to the last millisecond. A playful smile wide across his face as he walks right up to White. "Three, two," he says, growing closer to his cheek. "One-" and as his clock turned to midnight, he presses a kiss to his cheek. "Happy New Year! Emma's popping soem champagne if you're interested."

New years kisses! | Accepting! | @celestiialnotes

White couldn't help but chuckle softly when he's pulled in for a kiss on the cheek. It was his first real new year with the agency, last year he was still recovering from losing his memories and was practically bedridden for months. But this year, he could celebrate with everyone. It was strange, really, despite not having his memories or feeling like he contributed much to the agency as a whole - he still felt like he belonged here. Perhaps Luca was part of the reason he felt this way, having had been as welcoming as he was. The kiss only seemed to strengthen their bond.

White made sure to return the favor, quickly giving Luca a kiss on his cheek aswell. "Thank you for the new years kiss, I'm sure the new year will hold good fortune for us both now." He grinned and gave a small nod. "Sure, I don't think I've ever really tried champagne if I'm honest."

Even if he had in the past, everything now was a new experience for him, and White was determined to feel and experience as much as possible. "Perhaps I can do some new years fortunes for everyone aswell."

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You bet your ass Rick is gonna give White a New Year's smooch-- he's gonna scoop him right up and give him a big kiss!

Happy New Years Smooches | Accepting! | @plasticsouled

He of course had been invited to spend new years at the race track with the racing crew. He had even been allowed to invite the other detectives, Inference and Truth lotiering around with some of the others across the track as they all waited for the fire work show to begin. White was a bit nervous, admittedly. Though he could see through Odette's eyes and knew the fireworks were gonna take place, it was a different thing for when they actually started and his sensitive ears took in all the noise.

But Rick was right with him, standing beside him and having an arm wrapped around him the entire time. It made White feel safe, and he was sure that Rick knew that.

When the clock hit midnight, and everyone cheered, he moved a little closer to Rick on instinct as the fireworks started. But, as if to distract him from all the noise, his loving boyfriend scooped the psychic into his arms. "Wha-!" White laughed as Odette flew off of his shoulder and allowed him and Rick a moment alone. The kiss was very much a welcomed distraction from the noise, practically drowning it all out. The fireworks in the sky truly held no candle to the butterflies in his stomach he still got whenever the two of them kissed.

He pulled away first, wrapping his arms around Rick's neck and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. "Happy new year, Rick."

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White smiled and gave Rick's hand a gentle squeeze before he pulled away to put the necklace on. Once it was on he ran his fingers over it for a moment before smiling at Rick. "Thank you. I'll treasure this." He leaned over to give his boyfriend a kiss on the cheek before just leaning against him with a pleased sigh. He doesn't know what he did to earn Rick, but he's thankful for it.

He readjusts his blindfold before pulling away with a short laugh. "You're going to make me all emotional you know." He fakes wiping a tear from his eye before looking down at the other presents.

"Now.....I believe I was offered cake." Despite not being totally hungry, the excitement from the presents has him nearly vibrating. He jumps off the bed and grabs ahold of Rick's hand and pulling him off of the bed. White laughs softly as he dragged the other back towards the kitchen.

There is a split moment when they get back in the kitchen, odette coming to land on his shoulder, that he hesitates. That he squeezes Rick's hand just a bit too hard. There's a sicking feeling that he's been through this before. That the moment was going to slip through his fingers at any point and he would be left alone. But with a small shake of his head, it's gone and he's going over to the table after letting go of Rick's hand.

"I can't wait to try your handiwork." White said with a chuckle.

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Rick let out a soft chuckle at the cake comment, letting himself be pulled along back towards the kitchen. He couldn't help but feel a little bit nervous -- he'd never baked a cake before, so he wasn't sure how it would turn out, but ... he hoped it was at least edible.

He tried to make one that White would like, even asked White's friends at the agency what his favorite kind of cake was. If it wound up not turning out good, at least he had a back up in the fridge. Same flavors as the one he tried to make.

Rick's brow raised a pinch whenever White hesitated, the squeeze to his hand making him wonder if something was wrong -- but then he seemed to be alright & started forward again. Whatever it was, he hoped everything was okay.

"One slice of birthday cake, comin' right up." He gave White a quick kiss to the top of his head before he grabbed the cake, some plates, forks, & a knife. He cut White a slice, first, & placed it in front of him with a fork, then he cut himself a slice.

He took a seat beside the other, waiting for White to take a bite first. Trying not to look at him too anxiously, as he waited, at that.

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White waited excitedly in his seat for the cake to be placed before him. It was odd, letting others do things for him when he was normally so self reliant. Or in the mindset of always helping others and never himself. He figures that he could be selfish for one day, or maybe it was more accurate to say that others have been making him think about himself for once. It was odd, but not a bad feeling by any means.

He smiled and thanked Rick when the cake was placed infront of him, grabbing ahold of a fork to take the first bite. His expression is unreadable for a moment before he looks at Rick with a smile. "It's good!" He's unaware he kicked his feet slightly underneath the table as he gave a small laugh.

"Here, try it for yourself." He took another piece onto his fork and held it out for Rick, intent on feeding it to him.

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Rick sat himself down on the bed beside White, so he could watch him open his presents. He knew he didn't have to get him much, or anything, but he wanted to treat him. White deserved nice things -- at least, that was Rick's opinion. & he hoped to provide him with nice things for ... as long as possible.

He smiled as White started to go through the gifts, secretly glad that White was saving the more sentimental one for last. Rick had wracked his brain on what to get that would mean more than just fancy clothes. Sure, it was still a material item -- but ... the former racer spent a long time picking the right bit of jewelry. The right cut of jewels, what shape, & then when he settled on the heart how big should it be, what types of gemstones to include.

When he settled on their birthstones, he didn't do it because of some new-agey reason the jeweler initially thought when he asked for the custom made necklace. It was just to symbolize the two of them -- together.

Rick second guessed a necklace at first, humored a bracelet, maybe even a ring. But if he was going to get White a ring, it wouldn't have their birthstones in it.

Smile growing, Rick let out a very soft chuckle as he reached for the necklace. First, he just gently placed his hands over White's, thumbs rubbing over his knuckles. "I'm glad you like it." His voice was a low whisper as he finally took the necklace carefully from the other's fingers, adjusting himself so that he could bring it around White's neck & clasp it in place.

"There ... it looks beautiful on you."

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White smiled and gave Rick's hand a gentle squeeze before he pulled away to put the necklace on. Once it was on he ran his fingers over it for a moment before smiling at Rick. "Thank you. I'll treasure this." He leaned over to give his boyfriend a kiss on the cheek before just leaning against him with a pleased sigh. He doesn't know what he did to earn Rick, but he's thankful for it.

He readjusts his blindfold before pulling away with a short laugh. "You're going to make me all emotional you know." He fakes wiping a tear from his eye before looking down at the other presents.

"Now.....I believe I was offered cake." Despite not being totally hungry, the excitement from the presents has him nearly vibrating. He jumps off the bed and grabs ahold of Rick's hand and pulling him off of the bed. White laughs softly as he dragged the other back towards the kitchen.

There is a split moment when they get back in the kitchen, odette coming to land on his shoulder, that he hesitates. That he squeezes Rick's hand just a bit too hard. There's a sicking feeling that he's been through this before. That the moment was going to slip through his fingers at any point and he would be left alone. But with a small shake of his head, it's gone and he's going over to the table after letting go of Rick's hand.

"I can't wait to try your handiwork." White said with a chuckle.

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Identity V Truth & Inference 'The Witch Gala' Arc full song

Title : Crimson Mystery

Singer : Lyn Inaizumi

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The Detective Agency: where they're trying to figure out how much stuff they can put on white without him waking up (the most serious case)

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Rick could cook, no problem, but baking? That was an entirely different animal. He could never get a real knack for it -- too much precise measuring for his liking. He tended to go with the flow with how much of an ingredient he added to a dish, couldn't do that with baking unless you wanted to make something inedible.

"Presents it is, then." Rick wasted no time in scooping White up into his arms, at that, in order to whisk him away to the bedroom. He made sure to not knock Odette off his shoulder, but if she wanted to adjust herself to somewhere better he'd understand. "Better get used to the spoiling-- I don't plan on stopping anytime soon."

When they made it to the bedroom, Rick set White down on the edge of the bed & then crouched down. He pulled some neatly wrapped presents out from under the bed & set them beside White. "Which one do you want to open first?"

One was a bag that had new clothes; something sleek, in white of course, but not robes. Some designer pants, nothing tight, something loose & comfortable. A slightly flowy top, partially sheer. Then there was a small box that contained a new blindfold: also designer, with an intricate design & small jewels along it.

& then there was the smallest box, with a pretty bow wrapped around it. Inside was a necklace, a small heart hanging from silver chain. In the center of the heart were two gemstones: opal, for White's birthstone, & ruby, for Rick's birthstone.

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White should have seen it coming, but he still yelped in surprised when he was lifted up off of the ground. Odette did move to be on Rick's shoulder instead, careful with her talons as Rick wasn't as used to them as White was. The psychic laughs softly, he doesn't think he'll ever get used to the spoiling, the attention, any of it. There's a part of his mind that keeps chanting that he doesn't deserve it. Like something from his past made him truly unlovable. But, for now, Rick's admiration for him drowned the chanting out. Today, he'll let himself feel loved.

He gets comfortable on the bed and Odette hops off of Rick's shoulder to the bed, settling down next to White to continue her role as White's eyes while Rick brings out the presents. White would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous, but perhaps excited might be a better word. He wasn't used to this, he doesn't think he'd ever be used to this.

"You really didn't need to go through the trouble. But..." If he could let himself be loved today, then accepting presents shouldn't be so difficult. Still he reaches out almost hesitantly towards the bag first, showing what was inside to Odette first just so he could have a proper look before feeling the fabric for himself. "This is lovely! I could wear it to see one of Eva's races." He's smiling wide was he gently puts the clothes back in the bag. He opens the box with the blindfold in it next and gasps softly at the intricate design. "This looks amazing, you really didn't have to, it's so soft too...." He's rambling now as he runs his fingers over the blind fold with the smile still on his face. It likely wasn't leaving any time soon.

He puts that away for now to reach for the next thing. It's so small, and he feels as if he doesn't treat it like glass it would simply fall apart within his hands. But even with that feeling in place, he nearly drops the box after he opens it and shows it to Odette. "This--This is--" It was beautiful. His hand shakes as he gently takes the necklace out of the box to run his fingers over it and properly inspect it the best he could without Odette's help. He feels as if he's about to cry, but he smiles gently as he clenches the necklace to his chest. "I love it. Can you help me put it on?" The other presents, while amazing, could wait. He needed to be wearing this one as soon as possible, and keep it on for the rest of his life.

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" — please forgive me my cruelty, one day, when i am forced into the role of villain. i will ensure you survive, whether you want to via my methods or not." / from darcy </4

Unprompted | Always Accepting! | @wonderloste

There's a pause after Darcy's words as the seer thought on what exactly they meant. It wasn't a what if scenario, Darcy was convinced that he would play the role of villain one day. Maybe one day soon, maybe one day in the future, but it would happen, according to him.

"And what role do I play in all this, truly. Am I meant to be a martyr? Or perhaps a tragic hero? A damsel in distress?" The words fall out before White could truly think on them. In this land of wonder, he finds himself more lost than usual. Not only is he experiencing such a place completely blind, but he's met and conversed with many individuals that have such clashing views. A conflict would happen eventually, that much White was sure of. But what role did he play in all of this truly? Was he sent here for a reason? Did fate have some kind of plan for him? Or was it just happenstance, that his soul was dragged here over another's. (He is somewhat thankful it was him out of everyone in the detective agency upon having this thought. He wouldn't wanted to have Lady Truth or Mr.Inference go through such a trial).

"Am I the only one who will be survive? Will you not join me?" Villain or no, Darcy has been a constant companion throughout this whole ordeal. Perhaps its because he's missing his normal companion in Odette, that he came to rely on Darcy so heavily. He truly was useless, wasn't he?

"Tell me, Darcy," He started, taking a deep breath before continuing. "Why are you doing all of this? Is it for my sake, or are you fulfilling some kind of self destructive narrative?" White reaches out, guessing to where Darcy's face was, and he was somewhat right, his gloved hand landing on the other's jaw before he slid it up to Darcy's cheek. "If you will force me to play this role with your strings attached, fine, but can I at least know why?"

Why was the big question, wasn't it? Why did wonderland exist, why was Darcy doing the things that he was doing, why go through the trouble to save White if he still had no clue to what was going on? Why, Why Why.

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Rick had been waiting for White to return, having quickly got things out that he hid for a birthday surprise. It wasn't anything big, but he wanted to celebrate -- give him some gifts, treat him to a night of whatever he wanted to do.

"There's the birthday boy!" Rick greeted White with a big smile, coming out of the kitchen ... with some frosting covering his shirt. A hand rested on the other's arm as he leaned down to press a quick kiss to his lips. "I've got a surprise for you-- well, a few surprises." He started guiding White into the kitchen, finally giving him a response on the Halloween candy.

"I get a few trick-or-treaters, not too many though-- if any ring the doorbell we can hand out the candy together. But right now, we're gonna focus on you." He stopped by the kitchen island, where a very clearly amateur cake sat, with as best as he could piped letters that read 'Happy Birthday, White' with a little heart. "I tried to bake my own cake, but if it turns out to be a flop I have a back up I bought in the fridge."

"So ..." Rick turned to face White, hands grabbing onto both of his. "Cake first? Or presents?"

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"ah-" Another bombardment of birthday wishes greeted White as he turned to face his boyfriend. He barely had time to say anything between the kiss and subsequent pushing towards the kitchen. There's a soft laugh that left White's lips as Odette followed and landed on White's shoulder so that he could properly see what was in front of him.

"The famous Rick Thunderbolt made me a cake? I'm honored." White joked, smiling happily as as he looked over the cake. It failed to compare to the flashy cake that Lady Truth had made for him and forced him to have a piece of before he left the agency, but it was much more endearing. Not to say Truth's cake wasn't, but the fact that Rick clearly didn't know what he was doing and tried anyways made it all the more loving. "You really didn't have to, Rick, but thank you. I'm sure it'll taste great." He turned and gave a hug to Rick with a small kiss to his cheek before he pulled away. Odette even seemed to give Rick a small nuzzle on the cheek too.

"There's presents too? You are spoiling me." He seems a little shy, even. It had been the same at the agency. He hadn't expected anything this day, if he was honest. He felt so blessed to have these people in his life that wanted to celebrate his existence. Especially when to him, the existence almost felt fleeting.

"Let's do presents." He said with a smile as he turned back towards the cake. "I ate some at the agency too, so I'm not terribly hungry right this second but I'm excited for your cake."

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@silentrcbel asked: “ Mister Noir?” Gatto asked as he approached the other. “ I heard… it’s your birthday today… “ With this, he handed the other a little gift. Inside of it was a rather elegant looking notebook and a bottle of perfume. “ I hope… today will bring you joy and that you get to take the day off to spend it with the people you like… “ There was a ghost of a smile on his lips as he gave him a nod, showing him that he was already leaving as Gatto was a rather busy man.

Happy Birthday White Noir | Accepting!

It was rare to see Gatto outside of his lab, but it wasn't unwelcomed either. They always had near misses when it came to encountering one another. Gatto either working in his lab or rushing to get some kind of material, and Noir being in and out with inspections and missions. The stars must have aligned somewhere for them to even have this brief moment together. "Was there something you n--" He started, and then was handed the gift before he could finish.

Blinking, he carefully opened the gift to find what was inside. "This is..." Had Gatto known it was his birthday? Who had told him?

He raises his head to ask these questions, to say his thanks, but Gatto's body language was clear, he didn't have anymore time. Noir gave a nod, and a mumbled thank you before the two went their own ways.

When he managed to get a moment to go to his room and place the gift down, he inspected them more thoroughly. He removed one glove, spraying the perfume on his wrist before taking in the scent.

"....smells good." He wouldn't be able to wear it on a normal day. A specific scent could give away his position, even if used sparingly. Still, it was a nice thought. He'd have to remember to give the scientist a proper thank you later. For now, the notebook would prove more useful, as he had a few things to write down right then and there.

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@dcsiremelodis asked: “ Hm~ It’s your birthday today, isn’t it?” Desiré said as he leaned back into his chair and looked across to his younger brother. “ Of course I got you a present. Who would I be if I didn’t? “ He let out a little chuckle before gesturing for Rogers to bring in the present he had talked about. The butler walked over to Noir and stopped in front of him with the present sitting neatly on top of a little pillow. The gift was a rather expensive looking dagger, one that held the Mélodis family emblem. “ I assumed you would need something useful~ “

Happy Birthday White Noir | Accepting!

He stands at attention, stiff as always despite the day technically being the one he was given some leniency. Noir was always surprised when Desire gave him the time of day on any day, birthday not withstanding. Still, he lets his shoulders drop somewhat as his brother motions to the butler.

Eyes fell towards the item, and while his face remains mostly neutral, his eyes do widen ever so slightly. It was a beautiful dagger, and the fact that held the family emblem was a nice touch. He didn't think he actually owned much with the family emblem on it. He was apart of the family, yes, but sometimes he felt as if he wasn't fully accepted. So this was somewhat of a confidence booster. Perhaps that was what Desire was aiming for. Still, for this one moment, he tries not to consider his brother's ulterior motives and takes the dagger off of the pillow and looks it over, turning it over in his hands.

"Thank you." Noir allows just the slightest turn of his lips, and only for a moment. "It is a beautiful dagger, and it will indeed become useful."