[ inside your mind. ]

[spxctress-blog]

Chrome looked over at the scene before her. Still in an absolute chaos ever since the first utterance of terror had echoed across the city. She could have thought that such a thing could happen within one of the realms of which the marshmallow loving dictator ruled under until it was burnt to crisp. But here she is, witnessing it all before her.

“…U-Understood.” She made no further protests. The girl wanted nothing more than to stop the despair that’s causing this city… well, moreso on its unfortunate citizens than the ones behind it. She did not stay in this city for too long to witness the power that the scientists can create. Whatever this is, Chrome has to admit, could be another game they had thought up. His words are far more reliable than her own. 

“The others doesn’t seem to know this. What they are capable of. Boss… your older self. They seem to have other plans. Even Cloudman.” Then again, they are as new to this place as Chrome is.

[sixpathsofhell]

( kuhaha! my dearest dove, i have been held subject of this city’s experimentation, with some black lapses in memory, since the first utterance of the words ‘social experiment.’ of course my knowledge stands superior. )

a gentle pointer finger was run along the underside of the younger’s chin, a tender moment of delicacy in the midst of a warzone, akin to a man admiring something lesser, inspecting a doll. still, soldier she was not, this doll was a possession of his own, a body he far from desired broken as a consequence of this foolish and upteenth attempt at war in the hive.

( i care not for their ignorance. my elder developed under lesser circumstances, but still, will value self preservation over anything else. neither of us have the time to wait for reincarnation to continue to carry about our plans, no matter how they differ. so we will wait, dearest nagi, for this city to quite literally lay itself bare. our powers are wasted in these squabbles. i am sure our alternates feel ... much the same. )

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sixpathsofhell

Honestly, to think that he would have found himself with only a certain illusionst as so-called back up– Not that he needed it, really– in a war that’s probably going to flatten Hive City regardless of their efforts. Well, if you had told him that he would be currently back to back with Rokudou Mukuro, Hibari would have undoubtedly laughed in your face. Well okay, not laughed. Scoffed or hit you, probably.

Yet here he was, doing exactly that– While using his cambio forma, as well. It surprised him, and yet when he saw a missile heading towards Mukuro– He found himself speaking to the illusionist. As a heads up, really.

“On your left, Herbivore.”

[sixpathsofhell]

perhaps it was a bit showy of him to dig his heels into the pavement, to turn his attention fully to the greater opponent in the vicinity, and bask in the sort of volcanic lighting only drunken parody bands could sing ballads to honor as a summoned pillar of fire intercepted the incoming projectile only yards from their location. it was a kindness, really, to allow a child rival the boost of ego that would come with the thought that he had warned the demon against a lesser demise, to allow a beast to think the illusionist had not truly known of such an ... obvious threat.

he took a moment to adjust his gloves, pull them tight against the heels of his palms with his teeth, and finger flyaway bangs from framing the angles of his face, before stepping forward once more, letting the pole of his trident fall and spin swiftly through skilled fingers. mukuro gave the counterweight at the end of the pole arm a thrust in a backwards direction, aimed at knocking the footing away from a lesser assailant on foot.

it was more embarrassing than exhilarating to be fighting alongside a younger version of the only man he’d acknowledge as a rival, someone lesser than his equal ... he’d rather be meeting blades than backs.

( watch yourself, kyoya! )

( it would be such a shame to lose such a worthy opponent to the hive’s latest disappointment, would you not agree? i’ve no interest in cleaning up the scientists’ mess, but if you insist on dealing with this threat before properly crossing blows with me, then, shall we show them hell? kuhaha! )

[spxctress-blog]

One thing’s for sure is that whatever it is they’re up against right now, is no match to what they’ll face sooner or later. Word came across the city about mirror images of themselves attacking them. They are somewhat stronger than the people Chrome had been facing so far. But she’s not going to deal with them… yet.

“Mukuro-sama. What should we do?” Her eye squinted at one of the portals from Sector 6. Dozens of otherworld residents and drones dart out of it, along with some of their own Hive City residents sneaking in to the portals themselves without the acknowledgement of the newcomers.

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[sixpathsofhell]

his tolerance for mirror images was low, those created by the scientists even lower. his admitted suffering under the whims of cheap illusions manufactured by the scientists in the past was a cheap embarrassment that  drew no proper reaction from the demon, only a narrowing of the eyes and a cold upward turn of the chin as a mention ... an acknowledgement of the status quo left the dove’s lips.

it was characteristic for her to express concern at the notion, after all. despite his best efforts, she’d never truly fit the role of a soldier.

(  oya? why, my dear chrome, we pay them no mind. a reflection is nothing more than a mere instance of bounced light. if we turn our gaze away from the source, there is no one to take in such light, no human thought to render it a physical form. an illusion is naught but a construct of the attention paid to it. let the cheap recreations lay waste to this scourge of a city. it will only make our conquest of its captors nothing more than stepping over ash and rubble. )

it was truly ... nothing to be acknowledged. he would not fall victim to their ploys again.

[nigrahaya-blog]

funhouse mirror

There was a problem.

Despite there being another tenant, there was one bed. Mukuro doubted that the magazines and MP3 player had been generously provided him by the so-called scientists, and the fact that only some of his clothing was a perfect fit, others just slightly off—well, that was a touch discomfiting.

What kind of bizarre game was this? Did it have any particular point other than driving him up the wall? It didn’t seem to, but then, that would remain to be seen. It was too massive for a social experiment and had too wide a span to be for fun. There had to be some sort of gain from it for the chessmasters.

That would be the thought of another moment, though. At the sound of the door opening behind him, Mukuro turned, expression smoothed to a neutral smirk only for his lips to twitch at the sight of the newcomer. 

"I take it this isn’t an illusion," he drawled.

Well, there was one mystery solved.

[sixpathsofhell]

if there was one thing his other should have known upon simple investigation, it was that the contents of this bedroom would have closely mirrored his own --  the similar size in clothing, the placement and style of (largely unoccupied) sparse and modern furnishings and the reflection of tastes that could have easily been described as something greater than lavish but just as easily called barren, unlived in, for the man who basked in these luxuries had greater forms of business to attend to in the city.

there were people to break, after all, games to play, information to be gathered, and secrets to be gutted from the dark bowels of this city.

it was the style of life he had lived for nigh on seven years now. of course signs that this life’s body had left the grasps of boyhood behind would be well plastered over his living space, and when such a place was designated as a home for none other than a doppelganger of parallel age, the room would appear as nothing more than a funhouse mirror, a warped reflection of a progress made in some other universe.

and, of course, as a man who found himself to be no stranger to the ministrations of the scientists, the younger of a mirror set could only tighten his gloves and fall into the fluid and well-practiced motion of an airless shrug, an expression reflecting upon the total lack of care the original truly had for this situation. a demon could only shake his head nonchalantly, let mismatched eyes fall shut in some form of disgrace at the other’s confusion.

( oya, oya, coming from someone none other than myself, i cannot help but find myself entirely, utterly disappointed. you should have known the answer to that question before it was even posed. it should never have been a question in the first place. )

( of course i am no illusion, you imbecile. i can only hope the embarrassment posed by this moment, however, is. )

[sixpathsofhell]

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“ … “

A frown, one so commonly found upon his face. “Have manners declined so much in the modern era?” Soft mutterings, so unsuited for a man of such pallid appearance, drift forth from darkened figure. Steps decline, stopping fully as he turns — cold eyes fall upon the other.

“Are you in need of something? Or do you simply wish to shadow me further?”

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[sixpathsofhell]

( such would imply that manners were a virtue considered important to the truly despicable, would it not? )

he faded, slowly, into view, as the mist that had fallen over the streets in the time of this shadowing rolled away, dissipated into nothing, and there he stood, still bathed in the shadow cast by a nearby building’s overhand, gloved hands raised to chest level, fingers interlaced tightly, held in a position denoting nothing other than the highest level of interest. 

( oya? in all truth, if i’ve the option to continue to shadow you, would you not agree that is simply the most unintrusive way to gather information on a potential subject?  ku fu fu~. if it is truly upon the table, i will certainly opt for the latter option. i have no plans to engage in conversation with a man whose every secret i do not yet know. )

[bikakuserpent-blog]

“Poisonous thoughts of wanting you to shut the hell up before you piss me off.”

[sixpathsofhell]

( the promise of drawing a reaction i could finally define as interesting from you? kuhaha! the thought only leaves me that much more inspired to pry further. how loudly can you hiss when so simply pissed off, snake? how fully will you bare your fangs? )

[taorerou]

「☀」—» “My ‘great knack’ tends to have a habit of landing me in p-places I’d rather not be, I’d think you’d know that by this point.”

Like this place. Right here. With Mukuro. If things hadn’t been bad already— “I don’t know how, I don’t remember,” it’s muttered, and it’d be a lie if he said he didn’t get the creeps from the mist guardian’s laughter even after this long, "I-I’ll keep it in mind, trust me." Not to say he didn’t trust Mukuro.. he was probably one of the only people in this world that did, but he was still wary. And it was probably a good thing.

[sixpathsofhell]

( yes, yes. of course i know, you droll little boy. no good tsuna falls victim to his no good luck once again. the patterns you fall into have become so uninteresting, i find knowing and expecting anything about you to be a waste of my time, after so many years. there are better means to my end, better uses of my time. wondering after you is such a distasteful pastime. )

( you are the least likely individual for me to ever place my trust in, sawada tsunayoshi. no one should trust in a failure. )

[multiaction]

❆ — Little dove? She’d been given plenty of nicknames in her time, but nothing so… delicate. Was she being looked down upon? Guarded as she was, that was the conclusion she came to. She didn’t really recognize him, though he appeared to recognize her. Was he making reference to that computer game? It seemed unlikely that anyone could make heads or tails of those tiny pictures, but here they were.

”I don’t see what you’re getting at. As a Schnee, it is my responsibility to lead. There’s no such thing as a waste of time when you’re simple directing those incapable of directing themselves." She was simply replying vaguely. That game wasn’t eventful enough for her to remember much about it, let alone the participants. 

[sixpathsofhell]

an entertained chuckle slid so easily from smirking, spread lips as mukuro indulged in his unconscious habit of running his thumbs over the rings encircling the fingers of opposite hands, tools used to call forth the power of illusion, to conjure the hells he’d walked through. his narrowed eyes dipped down at their inner corners as his brows arched up, eyelids and long lashes closing against each other only momentarily as that laugh left his hips.

this young woman was far more regal than a dove, far fiercer than some mere branch-toting symbol of peace. to call her such had been a mistake on his part, an insult. yet, the test proved his company to be far closer to his tastes. miss schnee was far more interesting than she let on.

( oya, oya? highborn, are you? my hunch was correct, then. how generous it is of you then, miss schnee, to be thinking for the riffraff that cannot think properly for themselves. you truly are a marvel. your patience is a gift, a virtue that still places those who cannot comprehend your words of leadership well within the categorization of ‘a waste of your time’. you’ve such potential, why cycle through the same again and again? )

[aerialflight]

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[sixpathsofhell]

sukaism

( oya? it appears your great knack for attracting misfortune has landed you in the worst possible place, sawada tsunayoshi. despite all evidence pointing towards how obvious it is that such an event should be considered commonplace, i cannot but help finding myself surprised. how is that it you ended up here? like some lost alice did you fall down a hole? )

( nonetheless, though i am the only guardian you have, you are certainly not among friends here, decimo, kuhahaha! )

[kondoram]

Let’s rule the World.

[bromalf-blog]

I’ve forgotten how much I love drawing Mukuro.

[romasama-yaoi]

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[sixpathsofhell]

glypherence

a young woman's tirade was met with the narrowing of a demon's mismatched eyes, an unconscious motion of the hands to pull tighter the leather gloves that coated his fingers, and a suave few steps into the fray to make some half-hearted motion to calm the heiress with the ruffled feathers, the snow white bird he'd remembered from their few games of mafia.

she was greeted with the fakest sort of smile, hands in pockets and eyes glinting something inhumanly mischievous, but a welcome interruption, nonetheless.

( oya, oya, little dove. i suppose interactions within our little games would give none the proper cues about just how passionately you could sing. what ever it was this individual did to wrong you, i am sure their verbal beating has been well deserved, but can you not admit such a speech is not worth your precious time? ku fu fu~. though, if you wish to continue, do have at it. )

[toomanyfandomsneverenoughtime]

KHR Challenge

Day 9 - Favourite Villain

Rokudo Mukuro

[baoshankaro]