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#purificr: that said, i also don’t understand what makes this city so special. but you do. and if you think that something is truly worth fighting for, then perhaps turning back time and trying again is worth the risk after all. / as composed by lare.
i almost managed to convince myself i dont care that much about kh anymore but. nvm.
just who is putting their conductor into clothes. haz would like to have a word.
im a serious roleplayer 😌
Woah.... music
Wow. Sounds
Holy fucking shit this has lyrics
Wow music is powerful
This music stuff. Wowo
Listening to some real powerful stuff right now
Woah there's sounds in this
neighboring problem chicken.....................................
They like music :) @purificr
Ｃｏｎｄｕｃｔｏｒ ＆ Ｃｏｍｐｏｓｅｒ
coe33!au would work really well with twewy imo but im not gonna be the person who worldbuilds all that.
i started ntwewy again and for all its faults its such a good game. man.
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Hmph. As if Mikagi is one to talk about being uncouth. Shiba could say a number of things here but none of them would be good, and he's not capable of caring enough to bother right now, anyway. The smile melts off after a moment, replaced with unmasked apathy. His arms lower to rest at his sides as he watches his Composer take them in, then lets his shoulders fall when they express their dissatisfaction.
"Beyond my station? I don't know what you're talking about. These powers were a gift from your ilk, weren't they, Mikagi? So that I could do your will and turn the city to ash."
On some level, he knows that he's being stubborn. He's taking on too much strain in order to repair Shinjuku. If he keeps this up, he's going to break again. The more he uses these powers, the deeper the apathy grows. But it'll be worth it. And maybe he even deserves this. Can you really have atonement without pain?
"Of course, now we're setting the kindling for a blazing restoration, so I'm undoubtedly going to do everything in my power to see your will done. I didn't get this high up the latter by sitting on my laurels."
He can feel the effects of the dissonance are starting to fade now. The only tell being the way his wings go rigid behind himself as the pain begins to make itself clearly known. Stubborn, foolish Shiba.
"Unless you have new orders for me, Composer? Your wish is my command."
The problem, Hazuki thinks as they press their fingers into their arms to settle the restlessness beneath their skin, is that Shiba isn't wrong. It hadn't been Hazuki's choice to make Shiba Miyakaze the tool of Shinjuku's destruction; that had been all Kubo, but Hazuki had given the Executioner free reign, caring little of his machinations as long as they resulted in rending the soul and sound from the city. That much is true.
However—
"My will? Let's not forget that the choice to return was yours."
Hazuki hadn't made Shiba Conductor the first time, but crucially it had not been their choice the second time, either. The position was Shiba's the moment he himself willed it.
This new pyre is of Shiba's own making.
"Besides—if it's a promotion you're vying for, you need to be in top form instead of burnt out. Learn to manage your strength instead of wasting it. How's that for an order?"
this blog is horrifically out of date wdym i had two different ages listed in my rules..........
Shiba glances at Mikagi from the corner of his eye, a smile plastered across his face like a mask, like he doesn't smell of fresh blood and salt. He's used his power again. His Dissonance.
The sigil on his back should be aching, he should feel like his body is being torn to shreds--a lowly Reaper should not be able to use the power unscathed. But, Shiba feels none of it. It's always made him numb, physically and emotionally.
Unfortunately, it's one of the very few things that gives him the power to fix some of the more stubborn glitches in the city. Really, it should be Mikagi's job to handle them, but Shiba has the means and he can't stand to not act when something is within his power.
He must fix what he broke, no matter the cost.
"Mikagi, is there something on my face?" He asks pleasantly.
Their Conductor smells like violence again. It turns to rot where it settles in the back of Hazuki's throat, like raw meat left untended for too long. They swallow, but the cloying, metallic taste sticks to the roof of their mouth. To mask the sensation and their discomfort both, Hazuki clicks their tongue and matches Shiba's smile with a one of their own, a polite grin that barely reaches the corners of their mouth—the less said of their eyes, the better.
"Hm. Funny you should ask. I wasn't aware one could wear overreach, and yet somehow you've got it plastered all over yourself. A little uncouth, if you ask me."
Their feathers, firmly tucked outside this plane, feel like someone's taken a rough hand and dragged it against the vane, leaving their wings rankled and out of sorts. It isn't that their Conductor is being unruly, though he is, and Hazuki wishes he wasn't; Shiba's pointing his destruction inward and calling it construction, a descanter rather than conductor to their composer. He carries the scent of wounded prey but acts like his hurt is untouchable beneath the cocky charm. Hazuki can't tell if they're being taunted or faulted.
"Shiba," the familiarity is a reprimand, and Hazuki selects dissatisfaction to be the emotion to colour their voice, to cover any other note they'd rather not be heard, "Is there a reason you're putting out fires beyond your station instead of reporting them to me?"
told nix i couldnt remember my login info for this blog which was apparently a lie because i just tried enough times with the same email + pw combo and eventually i got in ??
some assorted Hazuki sketches
we love growth in this house but ive been thinking about destroying your work / the things you love and care about as an extension of yourself and how haz fits that kind of narrative
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