#imensus

[notevenjupiter]

imensus replied to your post: if you're not follow tev's phi, sigma or diana...

I CAN’T BELIEVE WE’RE PALS IN THIS NONARY CHILI’S. SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU TOO OMG I’M PLAYING VLR AND I’M YELLING TEV WHEN PHI SHOWS UP

OK BUT FOR REAL. LET’S APPRECIATE THIS PERFECT QUEEN

[notevenjupiter]

@imensus​

██▒ “Hm? Oh, was that joke not good ? “ Akane smooths her dress in sheepish demeanor; violet eyes shifting away in momentary awkwardness . She had hoped in hindsight to use the usual advantageous means of unification - this time merely for the sake of it . Although all things considered, there was a solid reasoning why Phi was so deadpan, her aqua-colored eyes narrowed flat and sharp on her own. Even so, it wouldn’t really help would it?

“I’m sorry. Guess we aren’t the joking type, huh ? Situations like this, I suppose I can’t help but attempt them. It’s a constant habit of mine.“ She was certainly familiar with Sigma, Phi, familiar yet not - unexplored, granted that the her of the future had recollection of her personality quite well in what she called ‘the bad future’, this Akane did not, as was ordained .

A production of her own making, but one that the young woman still hoped to familiarize herself in this timeline with . Also, it wouldn’t hurt to understand Phi better. Her brilliant mind was ample reason enough to know that she was dependable despite Akane’s less than..lawful means to include her in Dcom via Crash Keys.

Already the frame-work for various futures were being lain out tugged at her mind, but most importantly was her concern with the virus to come - Radical-6. Having a panicked brain  (her own no less ) now would only sour her focus and precision for visions - so room for negative emotions like trepidation had no place.

Any anticipation of something dreadful was counterproductive; thus, she spoke lightly of things, for now. There would undoubtedly, certainly come a time when their situations here changed, her vision risked more than fifty percent of coming to culmination, and once again the Field opened itself to her with various road-maps and possibilities never known before.

“Actually, Phi, I thought it might be good for us to get to know each other . While we aren’t placed in the same team, I think cooperating is important . “ It was mandatory that trust was between them - for even she was uncertain as to what lay in store . She could only, with no small amount of whirling thoughts, wait. Granted her experiences, Akane had no small reason to doubt that it wouldn’t be good.

“ Do you have a favorite animal, for example ? Mine happens to be rabbits. ”

When Phi had first met Akane, all those years later, she had been stunned by the woman’s unbelievably calm and collected demeanor, one that put Phi’s own deadpan nature to shame. Akane was willing to not just get herself killed, but go out of her way to get killed under very specific circumstances, all to further plans that had been in motion for nearly half a century. And, once the Ambidex game had successfully concluded, she had taken some time to get to know this extraordinary being, each conversation of theirs filling her with deeper admiration.

And now - now that they were back in 2028, and finally near the same age again - this Akane thought that the best icebreaker would be a shitty pun. A pun so egregious, so unjustifiably horrible, that it ranked up there with the very worst sentences she’d ever heard out of Sigma’s stupid mouth.

The two Akanes really were two different people, after all, even if they shared many years of memories.

“Let’s get one thing clear. I’m your ally in this process. I’m going to help you save the world. But, if you really expect me to be the Morecambe to your Wise, I suggest you find another comedy partner. That’s not my vibe.”

It’s true that Phi had done her fair share of wordplay while on the lunar base, but right now, she wanted nothing more than to escape with her life intact, and the lives of humanity spared as well. She’d save the sassy asides for when she was actually close to death; that’s when her best material came, after all.

But, on second thought... Akane was trying to just establish a bond between them. And that was fair. Cooperation was going to be vital in surviving whatever lay ahead. Phi didn’t need to smile, but she could at least take a chill pill.

“Yeah, all right. We can do small talk. If it wasn’t obvious, I’m a cat person. Sometimes, I feel like those little things get me better than any human ever could.”

Whew, that was out of the way. And relatively painless.

“Now, my turn to ask a question. So, what’s your favorite thought experiment?”

[rainbol1997]

Todos, temos um universo inconsciente!

[burstbombbitch]

ミ☆ ⦙  IMENSUS. ﹙ akane﹚

A PAUSE. Showing your true feelings and varying shades of hues that made up your color ultimately could lead to your downfall. Revealing your hand was a dangerous risk in a game of human lives to be preserved, or to be cut down like shafts of wheat .

Not a necessary joy, but a necessary evil if they were preventatives to a brighter, peaceful future for the majority, not the minority. That she continued to think both of the beauty of humanity and the idealism of it, alongside the brutal carnage it rang, struck the unfathomable of the woman before her, violet eyes contemplative both in veiling herself and agreeing in some part .

She had many reasons to fear, many reasons to doubt. Many reasons to not trust, nor even bother with a world that had deemed her existence worthy of being on trial by those four evil men nine years ago. Their judgment had been due, but they had been given a choice.

Unfortunate that they had not taken it, they could have atoned for their sins. All the while fortunate that they had died so no one would ever suffer under their yoke / and they would never hurt her again.

She is no crime-fighting hero, nor fashions herself as [God] for all her ability, nor is she the holiest of saints; but she is vast in it. Her immensity. Perhaps she is not fully aware that she is not so much human anymore than she started.

Yet Akane feels the pain of it nonetheless. An absence of stability that grounds her as a regular mortal woman - an anomaly to the world by which many red threads of fate are constantly cradled in her hands. She could ponder away and dismiss herself as spacing out on the question, but it intrigues her.

But she does think that there’s a grain of vulnerable truth in what is spoken.

❝ – Do you think so? It’s really, really scary to be vulnerable like that. You could be hurt, rejected … of course I’m a coward, but … sometimes honesty isn’t the best thing for people. It could hurt far more than it helps. Which I suppose leads you to question, what is the best poison, truth or lying if it’s someone you loved?

Have you ah, um, ever thought of it that way? Of course living as a caricature and not the real thing to someone else, isn’t exactly fun, and being rejected even if you do tell your feelings hurts . .  ❞ Oh, how that timeline had hurt! Grazes her mind in vague pieces of memory. Perhaps she is the only esper that can retain all her past lives and deaths.

❝… But we should try to be brave. There should be a world someday where people could freely express them without the fear of being destroyed for it. Um, do..you think so too? ❞

            ☪️ —— Such a rhythm to it, fear --- perhaps blaring, when it howls in one's ear, but a melody worth its salt, should they not be poured in fresh wounds. A smile, softened by freckled cheeks, enlivens dark skin with a piercing brightness, face framed by the ascension of slender shoulders.   ❝ Yeah... it is pretty frightening. ❞  

To admit otherwise was to lie; and though she'd oft play devious hands, she'd utilize only those with a grain of truth to bear fruitful crops --- the best deception was that which grounded itself in realism, after all.   ❝ But there's something in us that keeps us gambling --- keeps us going --- despite all odds. ❞  

For her, it was a flight of fantasy --- the slimmest thread, entwined by stretched strands: the watch of a distant relative whose numbered time started Xiuying's own clock. To think that old witch's heart would beat again, rusted hands scraping themselves clean with the touch of a new owner...

But she wasn't willing to admit the ledges she'd looked down upon prior to that sign; how harrowed heart hummed a melancholic melody prior to the desperate self-importance she reaped from even the simplest of things, like a clock moving after years of endless silence. To the protagonist, your qualms were never that important.

There's a momentary hesitance in that gaze's shift, attention returning from the pocket of her downward-left peek.   ❝ That's... ❞   Her chest expands; a reminder to breathe.   ❝ ...it's all in the scenario, isn't it? I think... I'd tell the truth. Even if they wouldn't believe me --- I tried. ❞   Another flight of flickering eyes.   ❝ And... I suppose it's their fault if they didn't. ❞  

All one can do is try, right? She had control of time; she did. To a limited degree. But some etchings remain carved into the wall --- into skin. What more could she do? Obscuring the scene would merely leave crevices containing the paint used to conceal --- more damning evidence than giving up, or so she'd say.

She never said she was perfect; but improving.

      Her head rocks to and fro, silver locks pouring over her shoulders mid shake.   ❝ I haven't thought of it; I lived it. ❞   Nurture came in the form of figurative folk, faces on screens that wore yet another mask. With parents far too busy, she'd took to fiction, weaving their ways into her life. Now, years later, she wonders if the flesh 'pon face is hers, or fashioned to fit.

❝ I've been there. It... ended poorly, ❞   shoulders sink, as does her head.   ❝ But... it was eating at me, from inside out, to concoct the many ways that episode could go. I needed to know. And... it stung, but I couldn't hallucinate the tale any longer, and that... was a tiny victory. ❞   Her smile is faint, but finally, finally, there.

❝ I don't think we owe it to the world to be pioneers, despite that, ❞   she admits.   ❝ But for all my selfishness, I suppose I'll work to pave the way for that world someday. ❞   A beat, breath released.   ❝ ...Destroyed's quite the word for it, though. Not one I'd think would come from... someone who looks like you. Sorry for the assumption. ❞  

﹙ @imensus --- 🌟 ﹚

[clverfields-blog]

&akane*

@imensus liked for a starter!!

clover loved her job, she couldn’t lie about that part. it was fun working in the restaurant && seeing who all ordered things, she’s always been a people watcher. but it was more fun just living with light on her own. usually days were slow && no one of interest showed up && she could go back to researching things for sois.

of course, working for sois was always hard for her. she wasn’t particularly strong, && while her and light had very high resonance, she had way too easy of a temper to do anything valuable, && was only ever needed for the more emotionally heavy missions && not so much the grunt work.

of course to clover, she loved spending time with alice. she admired the girl && had grown to consider her a good friend (&& if she was more in tune with her feelings, she would know it’s a crush.) 

she was in the middle of filing an order for one of the customers when she was hit by a wave of almost a sorry feeling. memories suddenly flooding back as the door opened && revealed the familiar face.

“akane?”

[notevenjupiter]

@imensus - continued from here!

There was always that twinge of anxiety upon knocking on a friend’s door, any friend’s door - although with someone as secretive and invariable as Akane Kurashiki, maybe it was justified anxiety. Nevertheless, as the door opened and she was led inside, Diana was flush with excitement, all her nerves fluttering away.

“Well, Sigma and I wanted this to be our little surprise, visiting you with a fresh batch of cookies, but, as luck would have it, he’s had a bad cold all morning, and I insisted he stay inside.” 

A little bit of irony, that. In another timeline, Diana would be the one gravely ill, with Sigma somehow immune to whatever ailed her. There was a moment earlier today when she tucked him back under the covers that she had to check his pulse, and just triple, quadruple check that he was still alive, that this wasn’t a bad future...

“Sigma’s already taken his share. As for Phi, well... I tied up a few in a little bow and left them in a little cubbyhole; everything willing, she’ll find them by tonight! And, well, since I made so many, there’s no way I couldn’t share, so... I’m really happy you like them!”

She found her own seat, folding her hands into her lap. No cookies for her, right now; she’d already had several before leaving the house, and any more would just lead to her anxieties coming back, and in public, no less. Not like Akane hadn’t seen worse, so much worse, but still. Diana was a guest. She wouldn’t put that on her.

“I can stay, I think!” There wasn’t much for her to do at home; having put Sigma to bed, all she would have really done if she left now would be to pace by his bedside, and probably wake him up in the process. “Tea would be lovely, and you know I’d kick myself if I didn’t get to see Junpei at least once...”