Miracle worker

Indie. Priv. Sel Rinka. Sideblog to Ululeis

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Send 💙 to put a blanket on my muse

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Tokyo ESP  "Episode 1"

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   Since I want to get out there, it would be sincerely appreciated if you could like/reblog ( preferably the latter please ) if you’re interested in interacting with a Rinka Urushiba from Tokyo ESP! This is a side blog so all follow backs will be from @ululeis!

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   It was a perplex ground to stand on as an esper, to have these powers but be ridiculed for being different so much so it would make one wish they never had these gifts. Some found it a chance to do good in the world while others wished to see it all burn for selfish gain. Everyone had their own stories and it was why they met on this battlefield, to fight over which side held the better idea, to see which side would come out on top; would humanity live or would they be exterminated like the low life rodents they were made out to be. It was why these two fought, pure embodiments of these ideals. While one wished there was hope for a better future the other only wished to see the world burn before their wish would finally be granted.    She had patience, the ability to wait to see what it is what her opponent would do, a chance to turn the tides should she be lucky but that is all this stalemate of a battle was for no matter how many times they fought, neither of them would kill the other one. It almost seemed like they were destined to fight till the end of time. Even if that were the case, there was no hatred felt towards the raven, only sympathy, a yearning to help even if she didn’t want it. It saddened her to see that this is what happens when a sire decides to raise their children full of hate... they are bound to carry those burdens instead of given the opportune chance to learn differently. What a sad life it was... 

    Night sticks twirled in her grip as she took the stance.

   ‘ Why don’t you just listen to me for once and stop all of this meaningless fighting because you know damn well that isn’t happening! ‘

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                                   There is always two sides to a rose. 

                                        IT’S BEAUTY & IT’S THORNS

                                               Indie Minami & Rinka from Tokyo ESP

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' You know I can't let you do this, right? ' -Rosemiracle

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Cement upholds her steps, idled by the impasse a pest creates with word alone. Man’s infinite delusion, the conceptualized untruth misnamed hope and chance, breeding idiocy like this willful heroine, audaciously undeterred, handmade to death and despicably spoiled by benediction. Another’s steps were their own, superhuman gift whose mantle they chose to bear. They make themselves a savior to the public and to the world while her feet do not walk, instead they stumble; instead she is grabbed by her wrist, led like mule by fate, thrown upon herself for slaughter and monopolized. Another speaks, alluding to choice, something irretrievable, they are oblivious to inevitability. She is a living catalyst, sewn by sire’s ambitions and sowed vengeance. She happens irrevocably, as infinitely unstoppable as the dead and with this incarnation seething like sun aghast, vilified by destitution, loss making her sick with depravity. What else might they take as their prerogative, beyond this earth and her brother; what else could they claim? She has seen her demise repetitiously in another’s carmine when it reflects him. They take but she is a monster? Irredeemable, Kyōtarō?

Outstretched blades flick off the blood of a corpse newly deposited.

“Then die.”

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