Defender of the Blue Moon

Indie / Selective Eito Aotsuki NOT SPOILER FREE The Hundred Line: Last Defense Academy

[righteous-eyes]

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I'll Go Down as the Mastermind

I'll Die For My Truth, And That's Alright;

Or Can I Finally Bide My Time,

And Kill You

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RIGHTEOUS-EYES

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[muses-galore]

"I don't know the answer to that but maybe they were lonely and wanted companionship?"

*Maybe Shion was subconsciously giving a reason that he personally felt but there was no evidence to support it. That being said out of all confectionaries, why cookies?*

[righteous-eyes]

"If that were the case, why not use something more conventional like some sort of plush t-"

"The next person to use the word LONELY in MY presence is getting sent to my Nexus of Eternal Torment in my GRAND SPIRE OF DECEIT!" Shadow Milk Cookie suddenly cuts in, as he does not like hearing the word "lonely."

"... well, what do you know."

...and, because Shadow Milk is a Cookie and not a human being, he looks and sounds normal to Eito.

"I think I get it now. That is by far the cutest thing I've ever borne witness to in this world!"

"Cute. CUTE!? I AM THE MASTER OF DECEIT, YOU OVERGROWN MARSHMALLOW! YOU WILL NOT SPEAK OF ME THAT WAY IN MYYYYYYY PRESENCE!!"

[muses-galore]

"We can't really say that with certainty though can we? Like you said hemoanima can seem like magic to those who are unaware but to us it's part of our lives. So while it might seem absurd to you it doesn't necessarily mean magic doesn't exist."

*Shion admittedly doesn't know how exactly a cookie would gain sentience but then again with everything happening around them it could be possible.*

[righteous-eyes]

"Suppose that leaves us in a position where it's not proven unless we see it with our own eyes, then? Though why in the world would someone give free will to a confectionery dessert?"

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"Hee hee hee~! So not even the humans know the answer to that question, mm? Good to know, good to knooooooow~!" Shadow Milk Cookie grins, his many eyecings only able to catch this exchange by chance.

[muses-galore]

"Who's to say they don't exist..?After all this avatar is made of undying flames."

[righteous-eyes]

"Shion, there's no such thing as talking cookies. Magic simply isn't a concept that exists in this reality, though I suppose the closest thing to it would be hemoanima, like what your avatar is made of."

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*devious creature continues to watch from the shadows*

[righteous-eyes]

have you seen a borrower before? what about a talking cookie

"The Borrowers is a light novel I did enjoy, but the idea of them existing in real life is ridiculous. First of all, there is the Square Cube law, which dictates that a human like being at that size would not be able to breathe due to their lungs being too small to process oxygen properly. Secondly, if such a creature did exist, they would be wiped out by humanity's foolishness like the rest of Earth's creatures."

"Now then, as for the ridiculous notion of "talking cookies." Such things are a fantasy and would not exist in real life."

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*devious creature hiding on his own blog watches this exchange and laughs to himself.*

[fractalwaves]

"...I just realised that Eito and I share the same birth 'day'. Yeah, that's not weird at all..."

He can't shake the feeling of trepidation, now.

[righteous-eyes]

"I wouldn't think about that too hard, Ugly Takumi. Our memories may be a fabrication, but I think it would be easier on all of us to stick with the birthdays we remember."

"But I don't see any harm in celebrating a shared one once a year either for team building reasons. Like our own personal holiday. What do you think?"

[righteous-eyes]

"So I don't know if this birthday gift is beneath the 'chosen saviour of the world' as you call yourself, but I got it anyway." He brings out a landscape picture- this one has scores of blossoming trees. "Here. I thought it would be good for the season, too."

"You truly understand me, Takumi. You've turned my hate into love." Eito replies as he accepts the gift for his birthday. And, not bad. Since all of Earth's beautiful nature was destroyed by ugly humans, artistic renditions may be all he has left to enjoy of it now.

"Very well. The gift you chose is worthy of my admiration." Eito shrugs, because he obviously sounds so grateful. He also grabs a pack of sanitizer wipes and begins washing the frame for any parts Takumi might have touched.

He still hangs it up in his cage, though. Don't read into that too much.

[righteous-eyes]

"Ahhh, birthdays. A way to introduce young humans to the idea of insatiable greed and gluttony that will go on to shape how they see the world. Full of things they think they can just get for free."

...

His birthday is tomorrow, if you want to TRY to give him a present.

[truthandeceit]

"You and I?"

"We Were MEANT to be Together."

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[righteous-eyes]

// resolve. faltering. stupid cookie jester god thing demands attention.

[righteous-eyes]

"Sorry, folks! We interrupt your regularly scheduled broadcast to bring you this friendly little PSA! Coming soon, a show the likes you've never seen before!"

You couldn't resist my influence forever, you stupid fool. I mean, look at the state of the kingdom you made! It's plastered with my face!

"Anyway, those interested should RSVP for the show over at @truthandeceit. We're still setting the stage, so please take this time to get any snacks, drinks and whatever other nonsense you want over to the front doors. We'll be waiting for you with a proper poster for the event later today."

[righteous-eyes]

What's Peculiar About Your Soul?

Your soul is... Volatile

There is a deep, painful energy harbored within this soul... At its very core festers malice, and a deeply rooted pain that craves nothing more but to inflict itself onto everything around it. Special care has been given to it- to stop examiners from coming into any harm should they draw too near to it. You coil like a serpent, awaiting a moment to strike. To claim your revenge. It never comes.

[righteous-eyes]

// resolve. faltering. stupid cookie jester god thing demands attention.

[righteous-eyes]

// sorry for the lack of activity, by the by. I would love to work on my drafts, but I'm also a Kokichi fan and currently my attention is a bit divided because of

THIS ASSHOLE-

// so I'll get back to drafts as long as I can stuff down the urge to make him an rp blog too//

[widmabolotna]

My son he has every disease

[fractalwaves]

Takumi lay in aching pain, crumpled and winded. He barely had time to move his head much less answer Eito, before the reason he made for the bathroom reared its head- a nausea so overwhelming that his body caved in violently in an instant, voiding itself of the water.

He retched, again and again. He gagged as he tried to force it to stop- but the spasms kept on, like they were trying to crush his ribs. It hurt something awful, but worse, it was like he could control nothing of his body. He couldn't even think about why he was feeling this way- the only thought that crossed his mind was that Eito was waiting for an answer and instead of giving one, he'd gone and messed up the floor.

Once the spasms had stopped, he used the barest strength to roll onto his front from the foetal position he was in, and tried to wriggle out of the room on his elbows. But every time he tried, it was like he couldn't put the arm in the right place, and his wayward eyes kept throwing him off balance. He slipped down with a thud, before he struggled to prop himself back up again, determined to reach the door of the hut.

The ceiling of rain continued to judge him, out of the corner of his eye.

Takumi let it do so. There was no room for self pity.

"Ei... to? Sh-shorry..."

His voice came out in a slurred, cracked whimper, while his mouth was utterly parched. But he had to say this much- say anything, really.

[righteous-eyes]

Good. The poison is already taking effect. Takumi usually sounds god awful but the beast is already slurring and wheezing in the way those humans do when they're sick. Eito knows the sound well, having heard many ill and sickly beasts growing up in the hospital. Even if he "lived" in a different wing, there was no avoiding it when he'd spent years of his life in the place.

Oh how he wants to burst down the door and watch him suffer. But Eito must remain patient. The days of humanity have been numbered since he arrived in this damn school, and he will see to their execution once everything is in place.

Patience. Patience. He can endure. He must, to see his dream come true.

"You don't sound all too well, Takumi. Can I come in and help?"

He must continue to play the oblivious idiot. Oh, how he hates the facade, but he must not let it crack too soon. Besides, if he can get an in as Takumi's head caretaker, his current plan can continue without interruption from someone who might notice what's actually WRONG with Takumi.

Note to self, keep that Yugamu character as far away from the crime scene as possible.

"You know I care, so please let me in. I just want to make sure you're okay."

[eriexplosion]

Love me a character that goes "Don't just internalize your trauma. Externalize it. Make your trauma everyone else's problem. Murder some guys about it maybe. And whatever you do, never ever stop being interpersonally unpleasant to be around."

Give me a bitch that sucks and I'm all over them.

[righteous-eyes]

what enters the room before you do?

The Intensity

You arrive carrying depth in your eyes. Even in stillness, there’s a sense that something inside you is awake - thinking, feeling, holding layers. You don’t enter spaces casually; you enter whole. Some people lean toward you, drawn by the gravity. Others feel exposed, like small talk won’t survive in your presence. You don’t do shallow easily. Not because you’re heavy but because you’re honest. You bring meaning into rooms, even when you wish you could leave things light for once. Colours: Burgundy, ink black, deep indigo Scene: Sitting across from someone in quiet conversation, neither of you looking away, both aware something real is happening.