#dispassions

[hopedom-blog]

simplicity . | izuru

     While having long (and reluctantly) embraced this lifestyle of one mystery after the next, he'd hardly found now to be an ideal time for another, especially considering the lives that hung in the balance where his concern was due. Rather than worry about a scolding from the Foundation he worked for, his problem was now an immense unease that came with waking up in an amusement park unheard of in his world. 

     He would have liked to admit that an environment seemingly untouched by despair was comforting, but he's been at the hands of someone who intentionally rose hope just to shatter it. Just the fact he couldn't recall how he got here was a chilling nostalgic feeling better left forgotten.

     Was it her doing? You'd think someone so fickle wouldn't reuse a similar concept on the same person twice, but he wouldn't exactly put it past her. That she could be suspect even after death surely said enough not to dismiss the thought so quickly.

     But then, as his mind habitually flipped through speculations, a figure was both spotted and recognized. The one guilty for the wrongdoing that was injecting a virus into their therapeutic program...  Naegi could barely believe this mysterious person who eluded even the most knowledgeable of their academy was standing some distance away casually within the hotel plaza.

     "Wait..." The words fall out as more of a quiet musing than an effective call, but he does know he needs to approach and soon, before the other wandered out of his sights. It was more than just learning how the teen was involved in all this-- the matter of his identity was crucial. Hopes bound forward before the unnecessary recklessness of his shout could be considered.

     "--Wait, please!"

[despairinglysss]

❝ it's only blood | closed

The bright atmosphere suits the lazy, beatific smile that tilts the edge of his lips; but the sunlight seems too harsh against the pallor of his skin, against the thick material of the jacket slung around his thin shoulders. Komaeda enjoys the sense of euphoria that hangs in the air, even if he can tell just as well as anyone that it's shallow. Something's not quite right here, but as a part of the park they're all trapped inside, that's hardly a surprise.

He has yet to consider his options about that; few as they are. Instead, he's taking his time, growing accustomed, letting things sink in. It would be unwise, he thinks, to jump to conclusions or hatch poorly-conducted schemes for escape. He isn't one for inadequate planning.

It's less urgent for now, though, so he takes his time surveying the parts of the park he has yet to venture to. Julia's Kingdom is at the top of his list, and from the aroma of baking bread and fresh fruit, he's glad for it. Komaeda is sure he'll find something more unsettling if he decides to investigate, because that's just how things are here, but for now he's content to amble from stall to stall.

That is, until a figure catches his eye -- tall and exceptionally dark, with hair black as pitch that reaches the ground. An odd character, for sure, and he can't help but want to get a closer look.

Nevertheless, he decides not to take the direct approach, and simply moves to stand next to the other boy, crossing his arms and giving a soft, thoughtful hum. "This is a pleasant place, don't you think? Certainly the most... ah, cheerful the park has to offer, at least."

He turns to glance, and gives a slight pause -- "You look a little familiar." Can't be sure of what brings him to say that; something about the shape of his face, the set of his brow... but he can't quite place it, at least not yet. Perhaps he just doesn't feel like having another (albeit smaller) mystery to solve at this point. "Aha, nevermind, probably just wishful thinking on my part! Stuck in a place like this, you're always hoping for someone you know to pop up."

[hopenamedespair]

did it make you anything at all? | closed

You recall no conscious decision to attend the festival when news of it leaks in a steady trickle through word of mouth; your shoulders roll forward and you carry on. It lingers in the corner of your mind though, a brush of a reminder here and there -- at some point, you find yourself moving along with the flow of traffic towards Paralia with a heavy-hanging smile, your hands resting lightly in the pockets of your jacket.

Honestly, you've always been a bit of a sucker for parties or festivals, even if you're usually attending them alone. The solitude has never bothered you; or if it has, you've become too accustomed to it to pay any real mind.

You're given a single flower when you arrive, slim and pearlescent with its petals folded outwards. So you pinch it gently between your fingers, let your gaze wander out among the crowds of people and blooms. Spring is beautiful, even if you're not sure it suits you -- but you amble out anyway, saunter lazily around group to group, occasionally pausing but never feeling the inclination to stop completely.

Until you catch sight of a very dark, very alone someone who stands stiff and straight amongst the festivities. You might say he looks even more out of place than yourself, and the thought spurs your forward.

"You're supposed to wear the flowers, aren't you?"

And you reach up, tuck your white blossom into the folds of his shirt -- it's a fleeting movement, you're sure not to touch, and your hand is back by your side a moment later. Still, you're deceivingly light; all bright eyes with a smile to match.

"Are you planning on taking part in the festivities, or are you just here to watch?" You can't say if he's particularly receptive to your attempt at conversation, but you forge on regardless, not one to be swayed. "That's all I've been doing, anyway. Aha... I hope you don't find me rude, but surely no one wants to be alone at a festival."

[manifesten]

does kars/dio have a name. that.

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 

[shieldingflowers]

eta!

Eta: Where’s their least favorite place to go and the reason why they dislike going there?

Her least favorite place to go would have to be the woman's bathroom of the library in Paralia. She gets a weird feeling whenever she's in there, almost like she's being watched, and she doesn't like it at all. She thinks it's spooky.

[shashinkasan]

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((This is going to be so cute wow I’ll go find a picture for you? ; u ; ))

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[shashinkasan]

dispassions answered your question: I’m currently making a page for the blogs...

((this is such a cute idea!! i cropped a picture so you wouldn’t be spoiled in case you arent omg

[[ oh, don't worry about spoiling me. i've already played the game, you see. there isn't really anything to spoil! although it has been quite a while since i've played it last (which is why i'm also following the LP).

anyways, please just submit it [here], and i'll do the rest. i'll upload a copy of the HTML code for the whole page once i'm satisfied, and i'll be updating it periodically! ]]