#heavenshot

[soundsurfing]

@heavenshot​

“You in, CAT Man?” Beat asked, poking his head into his establishment. He didn’t wait too long before outright just moseying his way inside. If it was open, than Beat would just assume he was there.

It'd been a long, long time since he'd actually seen the guy. Beat had... well, he'd tried to break in for answers after Neku had disappeared. He hadn't been able to get inside, no matter how hard he'd hit the shop. He'd been desperate.

[plumadivina]

@heavenshot​: "Say. That's catchy." He walks from behind him, wagging his pointer finger by his ear. "Mind repeating it?"

Now, he wouldn't usually make his presence known to a higher being he wasn't a-hundred-percent sure he could trust. But this Composer — another version of Joshua, no less — spouting out such a curious string of words as they did just then—

is far too amusing for Sanae to pass up the chance at talking with them. (And besides: if anything goes awry, he's secure in the knowledge that his ride out of here is coming soon.)

"!"

rare that someone can catch joshua, of all people, off-guard--- though it's certainly hard to tell, given his only reaction is a single blink of his eyes a little too soon after the last.

(it's not the presence behind him, not the pointer finger in his periphery, not even the voice, really--- it's who it sounds like. always gets his hopes up for a second, even when he already knows it belongs to someone else.)

he turns, an amused smile already drawn across his face like a pistol ready to fire.

"mm? what, you don't know this one already?" he taps a finger to his lips and cocks his head to the side. "it's an international chart-topper! absolutely tragic we won't be getting anything more out of the artist. suppose a stray cat might not know that, though, hm?"

[strawberista]

⚅ — @heavenshot asked: — ⚅

⚅ —He sits cross-legged over the edge of a rooftop, hands laying nestled between the folds of his legs. The visitor watches the scenery far below: crowds of people treading the crossing, the myriad of their colorful outfits swirling in the dark of his shades.

Sanae has barely shifted his position in the two hours he's been here— until now, when his eyes widen and he pounces backwards, turning, landing on his feet and facing himself, arms tensing, chill shooting up his fingers.

He's one flex away from unsheathing his claws. "Good day d' you— just felt like stopping over for a bit. Didn't wanna—"get my darling ass reported—"inconvenience you or your Composer with my presence." — ⚅

— ★ ⚄ ★ —

Hanekoma grinned and raised his hands to either side of his head, gazing at his counterpart from over his glasses, "Whoa there, tiger. Ya don't have to be so uptight with me. I don't get too many visitors around here, so I wondered what all the commotion was about. Sorry I couldn't come sooner to meetcha. Why don't we relax an' have a chat, huh? You look like you could use it."

He doesn't know this one, but he wondered if this particular mirror was in the process of betraying Joshua. He remembered trying very hard not to be seen by his counterparts during that time, fearing that they might report him to the Higher Plane. But he was far enough along on his own timeline that he didn't mind it. He could talk about how much the impact of that betrayal would hurt, but he knew it wouldn't change anything. Shibuya had to be saved, that's all there was to it.

Or maybe he was stressing over something else. Either way, he wanted to make it clear he wasn't going to be a threat. He loved his counterparts. He never wanted to be the reason one of them got locked up.

[kingsmedley]

As he walks a ledge narrowly jutting out the wall in the alleyway he senses him— or rather, his unique set of Vibes.

Sanae looks down from the corners of his eyes, and he sees him for sure: the youth from the Realground with the remarkable ability to travel between worlds. And even more remarkable is that he's a teenage iteration of the man born with the equally remarkable ability to perceive the Underground. (He was there for the conversation the teen had with his Composer, and he was there to witness said dumbass of a Composer essentially commit identity fraud purely for his own amusement.)

He stops, and stays right where he is atop the ledge. Passing his fist over his mouth, Sanae clears his throat and raises his voice. "Joshua Kiryu, was it?"

Joshua startled at the sound of his name, looking around before thinking to look up to find a man perched like an alley cat on a ledge above him. And not just anyone, but a lookalike of Mr. H.

"Are you talking to me?" Joshua called back. "I think you have the wrong person, sorry."

Slowly, he reached into the pocket of his hoodie and gripped his notebook, the hard edge pressing out against the fabric, hopefully resembling the outline of a phone. He didn’t care that this guy was a lookalike of Mr. H--that didn’t mean anything when there was no way to be sure if their personalities were similar, and it was incredibly unsettling that he knew Joshua’s full name.

Still... he couldn’t help but be curious as to how he knew.

“What are you doing up there, anyway?” he asked. “Are you looking for this Joshua person?”

[nickohlie]

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