#bitingskylark

[undergrounclmafia]

@bitingskylark​

If you wanted to get a job done, you had to do it yourself. While the others were busy putting themselves in a panic—on a more reasonable stand point, it would be understandable to be frazzled and even scared when you are blasted into the past, a past where they all have heard the history of. And to top it all off, they have never faced an operation this big, still young in the mafia world—but Emi did not have time to be scared.

As it may seem, she was the only one of them capable of moving forward with a calm, leveled head and that alone makes the other’s dead weight to her.

The 11th Cloudian was smart and resourceful, and she picked her way through the desolated streets of Namimori. It was not the small town she was familiar with, and it almost amazed her how much change has come to pass. While she felt like she was wandering aimlessly, her body seemed to know where to go—and if she has learned anything from Ayane, it was to trust her intuition.

Something caught her eye and she came to a stop, her hand moving to her hip instinctively. Her fingers curled around her Box-Weapon, ready to plug her ring into the socket and engage battle if need be. However, her crystalline eyes widened in recognition and she couldn’t help but to give a small click of her tongue.

Her intuition was right. It took her straight to Hibird, and if Hibird was around, that can only mean one thing. If she had any reservations or concerns about how she would explain her sudden appearance, knowing very well the kind of person her mentor was, she didn’t show it. Only arrogant confidence guided her actions as she made a small series of gestures; they seemed insignificant to anyone, but it was the motion Hibari himself had taught her in concern towards Hibird.

As expected, the fluff of yellow fluttered towards her and perched on her shoulder. “Hey there,” she cooed, using a finger to gently stroke his puffy chest. “How long do you think it would take for him to show himself?” She asked the bird, though he gave no response to her question. Once more she continued to wander through the streets, heading towards the direction she suspects the base would be—based on the location of their own in her time. Either she will stumble upon the base entrance herself, an enemy will find her first ( in which she was already prepared for, ) or the man in question would come and find her himself.

After all, she could safely assume that the secutrity measures would be high given the history of this time period. She was acting blindly, and alone, but that wasn’t atypical for Cloud users such as herself. She had no idea how to prove herself and her alliance whenever they  find her, or she them, but that was a matter she can deal with when it arrives.

[littletyrantprince]

@bitingskylark​

His dad was somewhere around Namimori, and had left little Baine to play on his own, though you could be certain he somehow had eyes on his son at all times. Somehow he’s ended up walking around the streets, dragging a toy bear around.

He got distracted looking at a bug on the ground when he was walking and accidentally bumped into someone’s legs. He looked up. “S-Sowwy mister.. Baine didn’t mean to.”

[namimorisongbird]

@bitingskylark​ - Continued from ask

Twitters happily at the gentle pets, nuzzling against the fingers, and the person they belonged to. Clearly he really loved Hibari, and from the cloud’s actions towards the bird, the feeling was mutual.

“Hibari~!”

[queenharumiura]

Found a Hibird!

@bitingskylark <u<;;;;;;;;;;;;;; I had to do it. 

Haru had been sitting on a bench in a park, reading a book, when she heard the sound of a familiar tune. 

                      Miiiidoorrriiii tanabikuuuuu namimori nooo~

If she’s remembering this correctly, isn’t that the Namichu’s almamater song? That high pitched voice was either a child... or a bird. Her bets on a bird, a yellow one in particular. Where is it coming from? It sounded close by. 

Raising from the park bench, she sought out the source of the sound, hoping to find the culprit. It didn’t take long as she found the bird singing as it pecked at the ground, underneath a neighboring tree. Perhaps it was looking for food?

“Hahi? Hibird? What are you doing here?” 

She hurriedly glanced in all directions, but she couldn’t spot the scary prefect around. Was Hibird alone? Does she have anything she can feed the bird? She started to rummage through her purse, hoping to find anything she could feed the bird. Seeds at least should be safe, right? 

[undergrounclmafia]

@bitingskylark​

“Ushishishi ~ Soooooo scary!” Bel all but sneered, holding his hands up in mock surrender. His ever present grin seemingly cut his face in half, head tilting to the side as he watched the Cloud with hidden eyes. “Calm down, peasant. I’m not here to cause trouble.” For once. Of course, that did not mean trouble won’t find him anyways, but it wasn’t his sole intentions of his sudden appearance in Namimori.

Hands clasped behind his head, the Prince let out another set of his unnerving giggles. “Can’t a guy take a nice stroll? Or is that against your precious Namimori’s regulations?” It was a clear jab towards the Skylark’s loyalty to his school. Of course, he can’t really blame the other for going in the offense; almost every one of his visits came with the intentions of fighting. But for once, he just wanted some quality sushi from a respectable man. 

[undergrounclmafia]

@bitingskylark​ asked :  [kinda cheating but whoop whomp that's how I roll I guess] The 10th generation cloud guardian motioned for his pupil Emi to sit down. She'd gotten hurt during her last mission and he intended to personally look after the wounds. It was imperative for a teacher to understand the status of his student to best know how to act accordingly. Was she still fit for training or would she need to rest and heal first? His look suggested he would accept no rebuttals. "Sit."

Anon or not, touch my muse, be it gentle, hurtful, or even to mess with them. / ACCEPTING!

Emi had been soaked up in her own head, replaying the mission from start to finish. While it had a successful turn out — she expected no less of herself — there had been complications along the way, that had resulted in a second degree burn on her left shoulder. While she couldn’t do anything about it now, Emi has always been the type of person who learned from her mistakes. How could she have handled the situation better?

The Cloudian was pulled from her thoughts by some movement she had caught from the corner of her eye. Quick to attention, she paused only for a moment. While she was prideful by nature, she knew when to stand down and when to stand up for herself — and was that not pride in itself?

Situating herself besides her mentor, her right hand rose to pull back dark strands from her face, though the action itself seemed fruitless as the cut short strands fell back into place. There were no words really needed for her to understand the purpose of his command and she carefully — and gingerly — shed her jacket off of her shoulders, exposing the poorly wrapped wound. 

[queenharumiura]

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No Sakura blossom motifs allowed. Ever.

Illusionists not allowed to pass the premises (excluding Chrome).

No crowds exceeding 3 people allowed.

No one can be bitten to death inside the building, take that outside.

Take turns ensuring all the animals are fed daily.

Hibari is to put a sign on the door when he takes his naps, therefore Haru should mind the volume.

Any complaints should be dealt with by submitting a proper appeal form to adjust regulations ie ‘no nagging’.

Consume some vegetables every week, set a good example!

Do not cause any bodily harm to the other tenant.

Haru Miura is to respect boundaries and not overstep into Hibari’s territory ever (ie ‘keep out of any of his rooms’), but she understands he may intrude into hers if deemed necessary for safety reasons.

“It isn’t hard to decide who came up with what rule, is it? Haru thinks they’re pretty good! The first rule is unfortunate, but there are plenty of other flowers to decorate with!”

[undergrounclmafia]

@bitingskylark​ / continue from here

It was no secret that Emi wasn’t the biggest fan of her birthday, but over the years, she had learned to move on from it. No longer did she associate this day that was supposed to be special with the person who she let dictate a large majority of her life. That did not mean she openly celebrated the occasion, but she was more open for others to.

Ayane had caught her in the middle of getting ready, and the girl leaned against the door frame of the birthday girl’s room. ❝      You’re going out, Emi-chan?       ❞ The Juuichihime would question, golden eyes gleaming at her Cloudian. She was happy that the bump in their relationship had smoothed itself out, and she could tell by Emi’s behavior that she was still wary of her, but at least the Sky understood. ❝       Well, whenever you come back, there will be cake waiting for you, okay? I made you your favorite! And .. If you do feel like celebrating, just let me know. I can gather the others.     ❞ 

Emi looked to the smaller girl before she nodded her head in turn, a faint smile following. ❝      Thank you, I will consider it...—      ❞ and she meant it. But right now, she had somewhere to be, and she knew better than to be late to her meeting.

Hibari’s sudden request for her to come by had admittedly taken her by surprise—for they seldom saw each other outside of training sessions, missions, or in passing—but she made her way over like the obedient disciple she was.

Upon her arrival to Hibari’s hidden base, she dipped her head respectfully and took her seat across from him, legs folded beneath her. She waited, quietly, and patiently. The ball was in his court, since he had been the one to summon her.

As he spoke, she blinked slowly in mild surprise. She hadn’t expected any form of presents, from the 11th nor the 10th Guardians. And a present from Hibari was an honor.

Her eyes cut to the box before her before she reached out and carefully opened the top. There was a brief widen of her eyes. His Namimori armband. To anyone who did not know Hibari and his history, the strip of cloth would seem insignificant. But Emi knew the moment her eyes fell on it the meaning behind it. The weight it carried.

Reaching out, she pulled the box closer to herself, thumb passing over the fabric before she smiled to herself, eyes glinting. ❝      Thank you, Hibari-sama.       ❞ Dipping her head forward, she held it within both her hands.

❝     Thank you, for everything.     ❞ For giving her the chance to prove herself to him. For believing in her when no one else did. For acting like the mentor figure she had desperately needed. For helping shape her into the person she was now, pushing her along to fit into the role she had been assigned.