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[hyugainterior]

Hinata vs. Discord; volume 11: Marble Discord

Pt. 1: The Chamber of Discord

Pt. 2: Discord Harder

Pt. 3: Electric Boogaloo

Pt. 4: The Good, The Bad, and the Discord

Pt. 5: Citizen Discord

Pt. 6: The Discord Awakens

Pt. 7: Discord in the City

Pt. 8: There’s Something About Discord

Pt. 9: Pretty In Discord

Pt. 10: The Avengers: Age of Discord

[amberenigma]

@exmollitiam from here.

The rush of water echoed in the area, the souls of spirits dancing and wandering aimlessly. The stone walls were absolutely aesthetically pleasing and it was a shock to the small cleric. Atoli had never really been to Arche Koeln, but someone did tell her that it was an area to check out if you were to go sightseeing.

But something came to her as she arrived; a small sniffle of perhaps a hitched breath. It worried the poor blonde and she took a quick look around to get an idea of where the noises that stood out from the background music came from.

And there she saw him; there she saw Ovan. Her eyes widened at the sight of seeing such a conserved person cry and she was frantic to find out what was wrong. He did have hardships, but something had to stand out to be bothering him to that extent, right?

“H-hey…” She sounded sympathetic, her own eyes even threatening to well up with tears. Atoli tried her hardest to reach up and touch his shoulder, but that failed and she put her hand on his arm instead.

“I know you aren’t okay and there’s not much I can do right now, u-unless you would like to tell me what’s wrong…"

The gunner seemed to jump in his own skin, far too lost in his thoughts to have heard her enter the area with the familiar cascade of warping. Ovan, admittedly, wasn’t expecting anyone to come here of all places--it was far too early for adventurous teenagers to be wandering and hopping to each lost ground.

“--Atoli..” the name rarely left his lips, but he couldn’t help the small hitch of surprise. Coincidence..? More than likely.. but even the mirage of deceit could influence in the most mysterious of ways when it came to the cries of the unheard. Slate hues slipped closed as gloves hands came to wipe away delicate streaks of the rare tear. He hadn’t been aware that his character was relaying his expressions.. although that shouldn’t have come as a surprise.

His voice was weak, straining against the familiar sensation of asphyxiation with no hands around his throat. it was clear he hadn’t been awake long, either. “Even.. someone as old as I am.. can’t run away from what our brains force us through..” Had Ryou been here, he wouldn’t have logged on at all.. but this was his other option that he took more often than not--the constant roar of water crashing, spiraling into the infinite example below these ruins.. it was peaceful white noise. It gave him enough to reflect as well as put him at ease.

“..It’s incredibly early.. what brings you here?”

[radiantxdragonxfang]

@exmollitiam continued from here

Haseo frowned at the idea of offering another apology to Moon Tree. So what if only some of their members tolerated him? He wasn’t exactly one to care about others’ opinion about him. And sure, most of his issues with Moon Tree had stemmed from Sakaki and most of Moon Tree’s issues with himself were his past as a PKK, but he still couldn’t find reason to apologize. “Who cares what they think about me? You’re making it sound like I’m still a PKK causing terror,” he replied, crossing his arms.