Bessho Ema - Yu-Gi-Oh! VRAINS - EP 14
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Bessho Ema - Yu-Gi-Oh! VRAINS - EP 14
and here r my bi ema n bi kotori icons i also made last year !
free to use w credit after u reblog :>
oh no Aoi’s new disguise is like
really fucking hot????
(also MODELLED ON EMMA WHICH [EYES EMOJI]
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[ep 30] bessho ema, the fools who dance, and the fools who just look on
She is first and foremost a treasure hunter drowning herself in virtual finery, data dancing fluid across her palms. Slipping through decaying remains, carving her way into places meant for no outsider’s eyes- if it didn’t thrill her, then she’d have no right to the name. Her lofty price is met only by the desperate, the incompetent-
But that’s a bit rude.
Ghost Girl knows better than to speak ill of a paying fool. Any respectable man will dance to the tune of common idiocy with the proper words, and in this line of work, flattery is as much a weapon as a knife.
(There’s never been a job that suits her more.)
A deck full of unlovely cards, tools stashed out of sight, utter control of conversational flow. Deals, struck with conceits rendering victory and defeat irrelevant- at the very end everything still collects in her upturned palms.
(From somewhere yet unexplored floats a melody, peculiar and enticing.)
In the depths of LINK VRAINS, Ghost Girl lifts a finger to her lips and sharpens her tongue into a blade, thinking: Playmaker and his AI claim to act without a hand to pull their strings, but do so seem to relish in their roles- the fool who dances, the fool who only dares look on.
(She chases the rhythm of her treasure, away from the spectacle of it all.)
Revolver emerges a force from the murk, swallowing up the golden firefly light and all the clever words she thinks to say. They both know why she’s here. They both know what she’s seen. Caught between frantic sparks of energy and data like a gale, she swallows down the bitterness of her own contracts and leaps amidst the flames to dance.
(But she refuses to hear any melody but her own.)
Lost Incident / Hanoi Project (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8)