#gamblete

[inked-despair]

3 fell into despair

"Why are y-you looking at me?!"

[gamblete]

Red String of Fate ; gamblete

Celes slowly meandered about the festival, taking looks at the stalls and their oddities. She enjoyed fairs and the like, but blasting rock music and huge, winding crowds weren’t really her thing.

The gambler was contentedly watching some foods of different cultures being cooked in one of the stands— until she was rudely shoved by a small group of young teens, and fell onto the sidewalk, right on her tush. She gasped and narrowed her eyes at their backs, cheeks burning in embarrassment, and hurriedly tried to get up— oops, someone stepped on her hand, sorry, in a rush, can’t help you up.

Celes flinched and brushed herself off, making another attempt and finally managing to stand. She brought her stinging hand to her chest and decided it was a better idea to just leave— she’d embarrassed herself enough already, and if anyone really took notice to her misfortune, and knew who she was, then it would be even worse for her.

She began to walk away from the stands when she turned around and immediately knocked into a  rather… colorfully-dressed girl. Of course something else had to happen; she normally had amazing luck, why was it so rotten now? Karma? 

"Oh, my apologies, I should have watched where I was going," she apologized, and held out a hand to help them up.

[coeurderoche-archive]

Ibuki, being the awkward girl she was, was too busy to look in front of her, as she knocked into the darkly dressed girl. Giving out a grunt, she toppled onto her back.

Well, this was bound to happen at any time; the crowds would certainly be a factor, adding onto the many things that might grab someone's attention other than the directions they were going in.

"Oiii..." Ibuki let out a sharp breath, holding her head with one hand. The impact had actually, slightly, given an ache to that area-it wasn't that bad, but she shook it off as she looked to the other girl.

"Hey, it's not your fault, ya know-Ibuki wan't looking where she was going!" She exclaimed, taking the other's hand. "Thanks," she added, hoisting herself upwards and dusting herself off. "This place is so packed, it's always gonna have some people bumping into each other, right?"

[permablush]

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"Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu, Super High School Level Yakuza. Kuzuryuu to you. Got business with me, or are you here to waste my time?"

[coeurderoche-archive]

Red String of Fate { if you want. it seems like it would be really fun to rp with you! uwu }

72. Our muses are destined to meet during a festival

It seemed to be one of those nights- loud music blaring from speakers, drums, anything really; Lights were ablaze as the crowds murmured to themselves and each other.

Ibuki was into festivals, but could never bring herself to participate-usually because she would get too lazy to actually perform or do anything of the sort. But, sticking to the crowds would be just enough for her.

[guardienn]

Eight people have crossed the line

explicitlolita

meekaidoru

gamblete

phantommorrigan

gamblingmisfortune

breederofdespair

idolpopsingersayaka

solitudine-spadaccino

"Grk! Ah.... What do you want? If not, then I highly suggest you turn around and leave.."

".... Well... If it is Chihiro-san, Nanami-san, Sayaka-san, Saionji-san and Gundam-san. You may enter."

"I don't really need to repeat myself... do I? But it seems like I have to... For the others, what is it? But it also seems like there are some other people who look the same.. In other words, Alternate..."

[rescuro-archive]

gamblete monitore s-h-s-l-gamer benevolence-in-a-name

{♇} "Never have so many people before been so interested in my power. Why do you come forth now?"

[comforterchihiro]

Oh, it's you. { these are really cute wow ouo }

12. My muse has gathered to courage to confess to yours. Unfortunately, the timing is awkward and my muse has to change their confession halfway after an interruption or sudden lack of confidence.

Breathe in… Breathe out… Y-You can do this, y-you’ve been waiting to co-confess to her and now is your chance…! Po-Politely tell her how you feel and it’ll b-be just fine… won’t it? The programmer was terribly fidgeting at the thought of what he was about to do, slowly but gradually trudging towards the gothic girl seated at the edge of the dining hall.

Before approaching Celes’ table, he straightened up his posture and cleared his throat, preparing himself for the confession. He stepped forward and called out her name to which the girl turned her head in response, asking what he wanted from her.

"Uhm, well you see Celes-san, I-I’ve been meaning to te-tell you something for a-awhile now. I ho-hope you could take me se-seriously with this b-but I…―" Just then, he was interrupted by Yamada who has brought Celes’ noon time tea.

She inspects the tea thoroughly but she suddenly squints her eyes at the tea and drops it to the ground. Just as she had done before, she scolds Yamada in the most horrifying expression, scaring the programmer in the process. Celes asks Fujisaki to continue but he couldn’t possibly do so, not after she mumbled about unreliable boys. “I-I… can brew the ro-royal milk tea for you…”

[hypomnesias]

despairism

interfectio-daemonium

gamblete

11037kun

dirtywhiteshirts

mentiorspes

fujoshimurder

   —— ; ; “Hello there—!” The redhead called out cheerfully, despite being completely and utterly oblivious to the strangers at hand. Glancing around almost cautiously, she tapped her chin briefly before chuckling sheepishly. “Uhm—-My name’s Ryouko Otonashi, I think. And you are ?