#ignitedjustice

[camelotsgrace]

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“Then we just need to put more effort into making it better! Not having it perfect makes us want to practice more, and get stronger!” Chiaki may have been referring to his own rehearsals for performances or basketball club practice, he knew that it sometimes it took a few tries to get it just right. You can’t just give up after one failed attempt, a superhero would surely get right back up after a tough battle!

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     RITSUKA’S MEMORY FLOATS TO THE TOP OF HER CONSCIENCE, her vivid determination mirroring in the passionate eyes of this youngster. “Perfection is an elusive thing to chase; I see it as an imaginary construct, kin to a rabbit unseen to human eyes. If we were to find it, a large portion of its charm would be gone, would it not?” Dreams are meant to be endless, as is the notion of that which is flawless. 

     “It is the right mindset to have. ‘With the catching ends the pleasure of the hunt’, or so they say. You appear the type to train endlessly for the sake of your dreams. Whatever it is that you’re chasing must be a grand vision, I imagine?”

[tsukibime-blog]

Souma was well aware he had a weak presence in AKATSUKI. It wasn’t a good thing as an idol and worked to change it now being in his third year, he was fine and more than content if Keito and Kiryuu held the spotlight in his previous, ever the loyal samurai to his lords. He was no stranger to collaborations with the unit Ryuusetai and once it’s members in a temporarily built one by the man who brings festivals wherever he walked. Though if he were to be perfectly honest, he only knew and got along with Kanata and Sengoku well, so it was surprising the unit’s leader had invited him out for the festival’s sled races, especially since Chiaki could not recall him during the Purple Wisterias Live. 

❝ ....Umu. I’m afraid I’ve never heard of sureddo racing before now. So the objective is simply to slide down the hill on these boards the fastest, correct, Morisawa-dono? ❞  In hindsight, it seemed like a dangerous game, but with the samurai’s competitive nature, a race sounded thrilling for him.

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[774bit]

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👻 - Jump out and scare my muse

Halloween is long since over, so there’s really no worries in going out in the city, right? There’s nothing to be scared of! Even if he’s long since been a shut-in NEET with no contact to the outside world, relations, or even other people in the form of online entertainment. Even if his sole provider of food has been online delivery and whatever his cousin brought home, or if he’d never walked the streets alone without someone to keep him grounded because people usually avoided him if they got the chance and... Aaaahh, it’s overwhelming, isn’t it?!

He’s already stopped in his tracks, completely unaware of the impending attack from behind. As soon as the other boy jumps out, Nanashi practically jumps out of his skin, letting out a completely unmanly shriek of surprise in the process. Nanashi turns around, surprise already turning into a bright smile when met with the other person. “Whoa! You really scared me!” And he laughs in an almost out of place kind of display.

[goutamere]

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[rabbitssenpai-blog]

@ignitedjustice

Meeting up with Arashi had been nice. Knowing there was someone here that he knew made Nazuna feel a lot better about the whole situation. It made wandering around to start mapping out the place a lot more comfortable. And it made finding other people he knew easier, apparently.

He had been wandering around after saying goodbye to Arashi for about 10 minutes when he saw a flash of a familiar outfit. Blinking, he jogged over to where he had seen the other turn. Seeing him stopped, Nazuna stepped up and tapped him on the back.

“Chiaki-chin? You’re here too, huh?”