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TO: Cole FROM: "____" MESSAGE: 1/3 Cole? 2/3 I forgot, like you said to. But now I remember again. 3/3 What does that mean?
Something had been different; something had been wrong. That person knew it then, and they knew it now. As an afterthought (meaningless, pathetic, but, perhaps, the most important question of all), they added,
MESSAGE: 1/1 Is this really you?
amihandsome
murder in retrospect : closed @ amihandsome
amihandsome
It stuck. In his mind, it stuck.
Cole had referred to Kanon as if they'd met--and in some ways, yes, they had. But had they ever spoken? One on one, face to face, with real voices. Real words exchanged. Kanon wasn't nice. He wasn't kind to people, the way Shannon was--he was caustic, bitterly angry and miserably self-absorbed... That person wasn't proud of Kanon, or fond, as Cole seemed to be. But that didn't make him any less important.
Especially, especially now.
How to find him, though.
It would have been a problem if Kanon had to pretend he was above the legal drinking age--but the tavern didn't seem to mind. (That didn't assuage the odd sense of guilt. He sat in the darkest corner, collar pulled up, and hoped no one would notice his high voice, and small shoulders.) This was the place--wasn't it? Thinking hard, as if those thoughts would pull the person in question out of the woodwork.
And when they didn't, he resorted to calling out quietly, "Cole-sama?"
Welcome, Cole!
amihandsome
ℒeijon’s Lovers' Lifelines is proud to welcome Cole!
Cole will be our very first daytime helpline worker! He comes all the way from Sector 04, and purretty good at killing...killing your romantic blues, that is! Also, he has really good taste in hats!!!
(If only I could wear hats over these horns...)
We’re happy to m33t you, Cole! Be sure to check in with your manager, Miss Leijon, at your earliest availability.
hawke looks down from a balcony and resists the urge to sigh a little. all she needed at this point was a cigarette, but she doesn't know what those are. not yet. cliche averted.
whatever she felt like she owed anyone else, all of that was gone. except not really. her heart still beats as surely as her nature remains unchanged. take one forested path for too long, and at some point it's nigh impossible to retrace the steps. better to press on than to forget who you are.
(what a load of shit)
in all honesty, hawke feels a little bit cheated out of her ending. she wants out, and she's not sure what she needs to do to get it.
the story repeats. hawke figures that means that she's only got more treasures to hoard and dragons to slay.
amihandsome
This was it. This was the crowning moment of her career.
She'd joined the rock-paper-scissors contest they were holding as a promotion for a nearby department store on a whim, and not because she really had any sort of a marked interest in whatever the prize they were offering was. (She thought it might have been an oversized plush animal? A stuffed unicorn? Or maybe that was the second place prize, these were probably details she should have known before she signed whatever the blood oath of RPS Competitions had entailed.)
But she'd joined it, and somehow by some god-given grace she'd managed to advance all the way to the final round of the tournament. People would probably be speaking for years of how nobody had expected Newcomer Akane Kurashiki to throw down paper six times in a row, but here she was. And now she was in it to win it.
Standing across from her was a taller man, with straw-blonde hair and a floppy hat. Judging from the expression on his face, he was probably, like, a rock-paper-scissors champion, or something. At least, he probably had to be, seeing as he had made it all the way to the final round! Smiling cheerfully, Akane nodded her head politely. The match wouldn't start for another few minutes, so there was no harm in getting to know her opponent, was there?
"This is pretty exciting, isn't it? Looks like a lot of people gathered here to see the world-famous rock-paper-scissors champion in action!"
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ahi
"Hehe."
Greetings from the Fade
☠{ "Now this is rather peculiar."
Eyeing the young blonde from afar, the witch quickly clamored to confront him. Rarely had she the chance to speak with a resident hailing from the Fade.
"You there," she called, dismissing frustrated eyes and annoyed whispered as she charged through the crowd of pedestrians, "I see that a spirit has somehow wandered into this infernal place. Be you a demon or otherwise?"
