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    “I was wondering.. How long have you been in this city? The days seem to blend together sometimes.. Don’t you think?” It was hard to find someone who had been there as long as she had, not that it was anything she wanted to gloat about.

[vespeire]

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---- HE IS brushing himself off after his last venture toward certain death, though he is exaggerating slightly: Vanitas is still alive, after all. Although he cannot say the same for his jacket. Disgruntled, Vanitas shrugs it from his shoulders; the tear in the back is quite unsightly, and there is a dark patch on the back of his shirt where he skidded against the ground, dirty from both grime and a smear of blood from where his back was skinned. He pays it no mind as he folds the jacket over his arm, wondering if there is some place he can get it fixed; the city is a large one, after all, so perhaps it would have just as many facilities as he is accustomed to.

It is when he goes to drape the cloth over his arm than he realizes that something is missing from his ensemble. His hand flies to his belt, but the absence of a familiar weight tells him that he’s lost the Book of Vanitas.

... Again.

Vanitas pulls an irritated face, though he’s more exasperated at himself for losing it in the fall. Now who knows where it could be? It could have fallen into the deep bowels of the city -- now that’s a trip he doesn’t want to make, and it’s tiresome that now it may be necessary. He crouches beside the crack into which he had fallen, straining his eyes to see any glint of silver among the gloom. At the sound of footsteps approaching among the loud background noise, though, he turns, eyes shifting to lock on to the visage of the young man approaching. “Garçon! Would you lend me a hand?”

[rosesqued-blog]

"Fear will be your enemy."

Frozen Inspired Memes

    “It is hard to overcome fear.. I don’t think it’s good tolet it become something it shouldn’t, though. It’s natural to feel that wayfrom time to time, right? Still.. I guess, use it to help you grow? If thatmakes sense.”

[resoundingstrings]

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“Well look who it is.” Her face twisted into a smirk that no longer bore resemblance to Echo. Yes, look shocked Elliot Nightray. Noise would love nothing better than to expose Echo as a fake. That was all she was, anyway, until this city began to plant ideas into her mind that she could make decisions on her own.

Laughing to herself, Noise began to circle him. “Vincent wouldn’t let me meet you. His dear baby brother--hah. As if you could ever be his family.” She and Vincent were the only ones who understood each other. They were alike, as the aberrations, the outcasts. Someone so clueless to never suspect he was only being used could never understand them.

[foureyecrow]

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Tsukki sighed, he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he sat on the park bench. After all that searching and no luck the tall blonde decided to take a breather before he continued with his quest. He was quite ticked,

"If they plan on keeping me here they should have at least shown me where I was going to live!"

[cetrasguard]

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    “Oh!” Clearly she’d gotten much too invested in her own dance to realise she was getting dangerously close to another, only realising when it was too late. Hip knocked against hip, much more harshly than intended as it had enough force to knock the poor fellow over. She instantly turns her attention his way, forgetting about her dance partner, expressing her apologies through a sheepish smile. “Sorry I didn’t see you there, I guess I got a bit too caught up in the moment,” the song playing appeared to have evoked such feelings.

    “Here,” leaning forward a little she extends her hand to him, expecting him to take it or brush it off but she offers it regardless. “I didn’t dirty your suit did I?” She adds, it’d be a shame to scruff up such nice attire.

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    Honoka had been looking forward to the ball ever since she heard about it. It wasn’t that she was an advocate of ballroom dancing or anything of the sort, but rather, it was a good opportunity to meet new people and do her own kind of dancing. Granted, she wasn’t there to perform. She’d stick out if she suddenly busted out into song based off of her own idol group. That would be silly.

    The sight of a familiar face caused her grin to widen, taking quick steps closer towards the other and waving dramatically. “Elliot-chaaan! Hey, do you remember me? We met not too long ago at Just Desserts! Hehe, I hope you enjoyed your visit there. You’re welcome back anytime!”