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fujino is love

fujino is life

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[sendousha]

With all that had transpired, ‘a long day’ was by all accounts an understatement; he could understand the events must have taken their toll on Fujino and didn’t press on her on the extent of her fatigue.

Similarly, he did as instructed and remained rooted to the spot designed by the young woman.        The time they were separated, he stayed motionless, arms joined in front of him through fingers curled into the sleeve of the opposing arm, awaiting her return.

And happily was the news greeted; they had a place for him to spend the night without troubling Fujino with looking at accommodation outside the vicinity; Aichi’s eyes lit up and he bowed thankfully, both at Fujino and the teacher in the background.

Ushered on by her once more, he followed at a brisk pace, keeping an eye on the gap between them and keeping it from growing any wider. A pace which froze into stillness at the cry of the young woman’s name from another source.

               And not wanting to draw attention to himself lest it trouble Fujino, once more, he became a perfectly still statue. Eyeing the moment; never had he seen someone so outgoing coddling Fujino.

It was somewhat amazing to see - would she behave any differently?

[shallowgod]

Fujino seemed very relaxed as the other worried over her-perhaps more relaxed than she’s been in a long, long while. She kept her gaze in her friend’s direction, accepting the treatment.

“I’m fine, Kokutou-san. I wasn’t gone too long.” 

“That’s what i mean! You’re usually gone longer. I was surprised to see you..” Everything about her was gentle, considerate. She had brushed up against Fujino’s hands before taking a hold of them, letting the blind girl know she was there rather than surprising her. Although that particular action had been useless due to Fujino’s nature, it was something the quieter girl visibly appreciated. “Wait, who’s this?” She had finally noticed Aichi. “A transfer student? She’s cute.”

“No... he’s just a friend. He’s why I’m back so soon, actually.” She glanced over at Aichi, an uncertain look crossing her face. “He was lost, and we happened to bump into each other. He needs a place to stay for the night, so he’ll stay the night with me.” She would introduce him, but it felt awkward, now.

“Ahhh?? A guy? Sorry, I didn’t realize...” Azaka apologized, bowing her head slightly at Aichi. “Stay the night? Are you sure you can’t just get a room in a hotel for him?” Well, considering he was already here, perhaps that was a bit much. Azaka looked skeptical. 

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“ My residence. “ Calling it a home would be like admitting defeat to the Scientists. Jail had no plans to stick around longer than necessary to break out.

Looking at the woman, the contemplated her offer. A part of his pride was hurt at the thought of needing help.

“ I thank you for the offer and that we got out of that situation without harm, but you do not need to worry about having to guide me to my living quarters. “

It came off a bit cold, but Jail was generally cold to start with. He gave it a second thought. As if could actually use that help to find back to the district but admitting he needs help with anything was such a hurdle to get over. “ … What’s your name? “

[shallowgod]

Ah, his ‘residence’. Most people who were new, or were lost, were looking for that very thing. Perhaps she should have known that already, but she was merely blessed with sight, not prediction.

“Are you sure about that? You are lost, aren’t you? Do you have a plan for getting back?” She was certain he needed the help, and was going to make sure he got it. She had dealt with stubborn, prideful people before. It was a pain, but she’d keep her offer open until he accepted.

“Asagami Fujino. And yours?” 

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❝…I see. It’s good that you have such a close friend beside you, especially around here. With so many coming and going, it’s difficult to even have one… But anyway, always remember to take care of each other, alright? Friends are possibly the most important things you’ll need.❞ A friend was a delicacy within the city, even she didn’t have much left with her now considering how they always seemed to come and go. Yet, she had learned to adapt it now and while it was sorrowful to let them go, there was nothing she could do to stop it.

She seemed puzzled by the response that was given to her, not entirely expecting the answer in comparison to what she thought earlier.  ❝A wolf?❞ The woman repeated. It didn’t entirely fit the image of the silent girl, or perhaps it did with that ferocious ability of hers? Though in her eyes, she saw someone rather fragile- a miracle it was to even share a conversation with her knowing how reserved she was.

So of all things, why a wolf?

❝I thought you would have chosen something else… Is there a reason behind it?❞

[shallowgod]

She smiled at her answer, clasping her hands behind her and turning to face her friend. “You’ll take care of me then, Rosa-san?” A childish smile was on her face, one that Fujino didn’t use often. Rosa hadn’t left, not once did Fujino remember a time that she wasn’t in the city. Maybe that was a sad thing? That her friend hasn’t been home in a long time, even if Fujino herself had been home a handful of times... 

“Ah. A reason?” Fujino looked at the fabric. “Mm... Because they’re cute?” Of course, this wasn’t the reason. Just something that came to mind. “I.. Admire them, perhaps.” Maybe she didn’t have a reason? Searching her thoughts, Fujino wasn’t sure exactly why she chose that animal. “What did you think I would have chosen?” 

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   “Hoh. So you do remember me.”

He wasn’t certain she would have, in full honesty. The last time they’d met, her state was less then ideal, and though it seemed she had more control of herself now, she still looked the same to him – like a frightened little animal, unstable and doing her damnedest to look bigger than she was. A silly game for children, one that never failed to make the priest smile.

And smile he did, an expression of warmth that somehow lost its color when it appeared on his face, a dead look lacking absolutely any human sensation. No malice, no cruelty, just an empty, hollow smile. Perhaps, in a way, it was more frightening than anything else he could have done at the moment.

   “I was simply passing by overhead, looking over the fray. Quite a mess, the state of this city. Not as though it is often otherwise, but this is on a whole new level…have the scientists cooked up something new?”

Realizing he was musing mostly to himself, Kotomine nodded apologetically to Fujino, before tilting his head.

   “Well. You got out of a tough scrape, that’s no joke. What’s your plan now? Will you continue trying to corral the sheep, seeing what they can do?”

[shallowgod]

She nodded, turning her head to look over the roof’s edge, to see who was on the streets nearby. There were a few stragglers, but none from the group that had caused her trouble just a moment ago.

“Its.... different, than usual. I don’t know of anyone that isn’t one of the original inhabitants of the city to be infected.” Considering the tension lately, and the sudden change of certain residents, it was very likely the scientists sparked this flame. She looked at him, again. His expression unsettled her.

“Mmm. I wonder, what should I do...?” It was true that a group of them gave her trouble, due to how limited her power was at the moment. But individuals were fine, and if she wasn’t spotted, she could hurt them without fear for her own safety.  Of course, if she died, who knew what the restraints were? Purgatory, the recycling bin, that place was something she would not like to visit again. And if she respawned...? Perhaps that would be fine, but Fujino didn’t want to try it out. She couldn’t count on someone saving her again.

“What are you going to do, Kotomine-san?” 

[shallowgod]

Messiah senses are tingling. 

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@shallowgod

He spotted her from the dark, as he was wont to do. A lone girl, stepping backwards from the fray, as the continuing mass of humanity became more and more than she could handle. And indeed, handling them she was, fending them off with a bizarre ability even he had never seen before.

But Kotomine had seen her before, and that was enough.

Just as the swarm was about to overwhelm her, a line of blades sprouted from the ground, forcing the masses to hesitate. That moment was all Kirei needed, dropping down behind the young woman and wrapping his arm around her waist.

   “Hold on, girl. We’re going up.”

This whispered warning was all he offered before launching himself into the air again, superhuman strength showing itself even as the air exploded around him, fire and other debris flashing through the air as several superhuman beings attempted to take him out of the air. Still, they could not match up to his speed, and before long, he had made it up the side of a building and safely over it, landing on the roof of a nearby complex before setting the sweating girl down lightly in front of him.

   “….Fujino Asagami…was it? What a coincidence. Getting yourself caught in the fray, in that state?”

[shallowgod]

It seemed that this particular uprising was led by.. Difficult people. Npcs, once merely seething in the shadows, were out in droves. On a witch hunt for the lives of those who never wished to be there. It was peculiar, though, how they seemed to almost instinctively know who was supposed to be here and who wasn’t.  She had been doing what she could, deterring smaller groups from joining larger ones. Usually they got off with a broken bone or two, with more persistent ones losing eyes and teeth. 

Perhaps she had become too comfortable. Perhaps she didn’t notice the mob she had been targeting grow. Whatever the case, they had become far to big for her measly power to handle. Gouged out eyes wouldn’t help her with this group, and they were starting to get too close for her comfort. She had definitely been at this for longer than she should have. And then, seemingly out of nowhere, knives appeared in front of her. A vaguely familiar voice spoke in her ear, and before she could respond, they were in the air. They landed on the roof safely, and the tight grip around her waist released her. 

She turned to face him. "Kotomine... Kirei-san.” His face sparked the name, but her muddled memories couldn’t bring up much more than that. They had met a long, long time ago, she was sure, but details escaped her. “State...?” Fujino frowned, unsure as to what he was talking about. Perhaps her hands were shaking some, and her vision was blurrier than normal, but she was still in the ‘safe’ zone, as far as her health was concerned. Maybe he was talking about something else.

“I was... Helping others. Deterring people from getting too violent. I got careless. Thank you for rescuing me.” Coincidence, indeed. 

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“Distracted? Yes, I suppose you must have been.” Very distracted indeed. Speaking from experience, liquid on one’s lap is a fairly memorable experience. Though he also supposed an earthquake could easily surpass it. Though then there was the matter of the whole myriad of emotions which seemed to pass across her face as she realized what had happened. Well, whatever. It wasn’t really that important to him. He looked back down at his own cup, lifting it to his mouth and drinking deeply from it. Better that he didn’t leave any chance for the same thing to happen to him. 

He exhaled deeply as he brought the cup back down to it’s saucer. 

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She nodded, glancing over at the cup. She hadn’t thought it was close to the edge, so she had never registered that it might have been a problem. Earthquakes were not something she was accustomed to, even if she knew the signs to recognize it.  She sighed, going back to drying herself as she listened.

What he had to put up with? The city provided large amounts of inspirations and emotions to draw from, even if they might not be the emotions a playwright would want. Even the muddled mix of experiences everyone was having was something to draw from, even if it was what not to do.

“And if there is no climax? Or the climax is not exactly what you had hoped it would be? Weak? Would the story still have meaning then?” Perhaps this was the thing she didn’t understand, when reading at school. She didn’t see why stories had to be satisfying. They were stories, after all.

“I don’t see how stabbing and killing your friend... Randomly, for being mad at them, makes it interesting. That’s not.. A tragedy. Its just silly. Placing death and violence into something to make it a climactic experience doesn’t make it more interesting if there’s no reason for it, and I definitely wouldn’t wish a situation like that upon anyone. And if there was reason, maybe, but even day-to-day average stories have meaningful climaxes.” Her eyes wandered again, looking towards the girl who had been crying before. Someone was helping her now. She had her own small climax, and now had someone to help her. The relief on that person’s face was interesting, something to be noted. “And if they had not killed their friend, and had only punched them, or broken their arm? There would still be conflict, and regret, and guilt. They’d have confrontations, because their friend is still alive and probably angry. The story would last longer. It could have a happy ending, or a sad one.” 

She paused, setting the napkin she was using aside. “I probably am not looking at the bigger picture that you’re trying to show me, Shakespeare-san. I do.. Sort of understand what you are trying to say, though. Would you have been satisfied, had the earthquake gone longer? Or, perhaps, would someone’s death been the thing you were looking for?” Dull eyes looked up at the one she was sitting with, waiting for Shakespeare’s answer. “You wanted something more than this, correct? That’s what you’ve been saying. Action, and whatnot.” 

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there was once a girl who was deprived of the very essence of humanity, the aspect of emotions. To have never felt those feelings of butterflies which flickered about encased in their skeletal prison, to have never felt the feeling of elation when someone pressed a smile upon one’s guise. A cruel world perhaps, but this was one where she once called her reality. A doll of marble they called her, a girl incapable of seeing even the brightest colors of a kaleidoscope. The world she once saw was different. The ideal of a fantastical world filled with individuals frolicking and prancing about amid a field was nonsensical and far-fetched to her, unrealistic almost. 

all she saw was black and white. A monochrome world where nothing ever cried or simply uttered even a single syllable. Solemn maybe yet it was what was labelled as her haven.

except that this was all in the past, but the present is not much different. There was a time where she met two individuals which welcomed a new section of her heart which had been left untouched for what felt like eons. The very nature of friendship had been misunderstood on her part, and the key to unchaining the lock upon her heart was simply sitting right in front of her eyes. Though that very feeling submerged within all the emptiness which existed. The doll stood unaccompanied on a nearby field of greenery located close to the park of the city, a digit held out in the nothingness of the air with a zephyr prancing about. Within seconds, a delicate butterfly landed aloft her very finger and began to reside there for the time being. 

amber spheres examined the creature with curiosity and intent, taking in every ink and detail which were painted on the individual’s wings. Except a quick rustle in the near distance had been too much for the petite creature, pressuring it to take wing and be on its way. During the time of its flight, Dlanor had incidentally heard a phrase which her name had partook in, which entailed a quick analysis of her surroundings. 

but there was nothing. 

[shallowgod]

It felt like all of her friends in this world had left her. One after another, they left, never to return. Or they did return, only they didn’t remember her face, and couldn’t remember their time here. It happened too often. She didn’t want any more of her friends to leave her. But how did one stop that? Those so called ‘scientists’ who couldn’t even hold their own simulated world together had most of the control over that. And she shouldn’t begrudge the ones who went back to their homes, their families. 

But it was lonely. She was lonely. Perhaps that was why she took to the streets so often, walked around places she did and didn’t know. Because perhaps she’d spot them again, the people she painstakingly made connections with. Or, perhaps, she’d find a new friend lurking in the shadows.

“.... Ah.” It was like the thought had summoned her, the smaller girl across the street. Positioned like a statue, a delicate insect perched on her hand. But Fujino wouldn’t wait for that still moment to break. No, she started to move towards her. “Dlanor-san!” A few steps and she’d be near her. She’d be able to tell whether it was her friend from a long, long time ago or someone.. Different. 

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midnight stroll.

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The sun had long ago fallen beneath the horizon and taken with it the light of day, but Sector oo1’s activity does not end with the coming of night. While the general public sleeps, the city’s vermin crawls out of the alleyways to claim the darkened city as their own, lurking in the deeper shadows where the light of flickering streetlamps doesn’t touch.

It is tonight, with the moon at its highest point in the sky, that Shiki finds herself wandering the city streets, allowing her whims to take her wherever she wishes. The summer night is warm, and there is no jacket on her shoulders, no pockets to place her hands in, and so her arms hang at her sides as she allows her feet to take her wherever she pleases.

She passes still-lit signs and stray animals, ignores the jeers of a couple punks, and when she feels a rumble in the ground under her feet stops to watch the buildings of the sector shift around. The spectacle of it still hasn’t quite worn off, though she’s less impressed and more bothered; moving familiar locations around never helps a person’s comfort. With them still rumbling around their respective blocks, she looks away and continues her little stroll. Eventually her mind drifts as her feet keep moving. 

Perhaps the unfamiliar setting has caused her to lose a bit of her edge, because even unfocused as she was she should have noticed the extra sets of footsteps join her own before now.

The building that looms in front of them all shrouds the alley in murky shadow that is barely kept from being pitch-black by the moon and the city’s own lights; the perfect place to ambush someone. Maybe if she had been paying more attention–if she had cared enough to–she would have noticed the men that followed her to this dead end. Their appearances scream danger, but not moreso than the glint of the blades that two of them hold; five troublesome people in all.

She acknowledges their presence with a sigh of exasperation and an indifferent look thrown over her shoulder. A pain in the ass, that’s what this is. A chore. They might think they stand a fighting chance, but they hold themselves like street vermin and they stand against one trained to fight demons.

Really, she’d rather not.

As she raises her right hand in a gesture of dismissal, she turns her gaze back to the dead end.

“Not interested.”

[shallowgod]

It was useless trying to sleep at this time. Something inside her just wouldn’t let her rest. It wasn’t uncommon, but it irked her. How would she keep up her health if her body was denying her one of its most basic needs? So here she was now, walking through the streets and alleyways of the first district. Why this one? No particular reason, other than to perhaps find a way to vent her frustrations. She wasn’t a killer, but finding pain in others still... Sparked something inside of her. Empathy.  Enjoyment. It wasn’t something she could avoid.

The buildings shifted. Tap, tap. Her cane felt the pavement in front of her, paving the way for her certain steps. Peeking at alleyways, reaching out with her second sight to find likely targets, Fujino walked on.  She had a habit of appearing out of nowhere without a sound. But they should have heard her coming this time.

A few men were gathered around a woman, who clearly did not like them being there. Should I help this one? She didn’t look helpless, and given the nature of the city, probably wasn’t. Still, she couldn’t be sure. Might as well.. Have some fun?

“Its rude to bother someone who clearly doesn’t like your advances.” Even if they had reacted to her voice, it was too late. A small distortion on the air formed around the one closest to the woman, an audible crack resounding in the air. Merely a fractured pointer finger, as she had barely the power to do that. But as she had unlimited uses... Well.  Rip. Again the finger is abused, bent to an unnatural angle. A dangerous smile was on her face. “You’ll want to get that checked out, I doubt that the splinters of bone will heal correctly. If you’re not convinced, I can help you out.” Her dimly glowing red eyes glanced over to one of his companions.

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[odiodise]

❝I’m glad to hear that… I hope he’s doing alright now as well.❞ While she hadn’t the pleasure to interact with him as much as she liked to, it was still a relief to hear that the other had a closer connection than she did. ❝Are you two close friends?❞ She now wondered how the two were, especially considering they were quite the opposite in terms of character.

A nod given to her question though, she noticed how uneasy she accepted that fact, and she couldn’t exactly understand why. ❝Mm, I used to be really busy just trying to manage it well… I barely had time anything to do for myself.❞ Or for her daughter, most importantly. But being so conceited in the past, breaking away from it was too difficult at this point. Yet, she tried and tried, because at some point she would become someone a bit better… right? Even if she couldn’t fix her past mistakes.

❝I wonder, what animal should it be,❞ she repeated those words in a curious tone. Heading towards the fabric section as directed, she turned to glance at her, a generous smile gleaming in her direction.

❝Why don’t you decide that for me instead, Fujino-chan?❞   

[shallowgod]

“He’s one of my best friends. One of the only ones who’s stayed since the beginning.. Most of the others have been taken out by now.” She nodded, picking at the end of her sleeve. Aichi had been kind to her, and stuck around even though she had been odd. Now that she thought about it, Rosa-san did, as well. It was heartwarming. She was seized by a small pang of something in her chest, curling up unpleasantly. She didn’t want them to leave her, not after all of this.

Her eyes widened slightly, and she glanced at her companion. “An animal? Me?” She seemed to wonder for a second, then really thought about it. “Mmm.... A wolf, perhaps?” She turned her head towards the fabric, reaching out and delicately feeling one of the spools lines up.

“.. Yes, a wolf. I think that would be nice.” The girl nodded to herself.