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[daisaishi-blog]

pinnacleofexcellence replied to your post: "I suppose you know what to do whenever I summon...

“Then should I hire someone that remembers in case you’ve forgotten?”

“That isn’t necessary.”

[auctes]

IT’S  COLDER  IN      the  city  than  on  the  mainland :   winter  has  reached  them  a  month  prematurely .   fukawa  was  unprepared  for  the  cold  front :   shivering ,   despite  her  overcoat ,   at  the  rendezvous  ,   as  she  awaits  the  future  foundation  delegation .

the  months  have  been  long  &  unkind .   but  it’s  an  obtrusiveness  she  can  temper  without  acridity :   in  healthier ,   more  productive  ways  than  slamming  her  self - destruct  and  waiting  for  the  fuse  to  taper .   she  doesn’t  mind  the  end  of  the  world ,   she’s  found .

civil  war ?   manageable .   endemic  to  her  routine ,   and  not  a  moment’s  pause  to  question  it .   curbing  constant  dealings  with  future  foundation’s  bureaucracy  has  done  wonders  for  her  productivity .   her  stamina .   her  ‘ self  esteem , ’   whatever  that  is .

but  fukawa  has  anticipated  this  visit  —  like  she  anticipates  the  blue - moon  correspondence  that  togami  lauds  her  way .   seeing  him  —  properly  —  after  all  these  months  stirs  a  new  breed  of  anxiety  beneath  her  skin .   not  for  the  equivocal  safety ,  but  —

—  for  hers .   for  her  heart’s .   whether  its  preoccupations  have  perpetuated  the  time  and  distance  imposed  by  circumstance .   presentiment  with  the  insidious  notion  that  time  has  not  been  so  kind  to  his  regard  of  her .   the  one  hatred  she  truly  couldn’t  withstand .

                     eyes  fixed  over  the  crest  of  towa  tower ,   fukawa  does  what  is  organic :   waits .

OH  SHIT  WADDUP ,   THIS  IS  @pinnacleofexcellence ‘s ! .

[burdensword]

♛  ///  @pinnacleofexcellence

     THE KING HEARD AMONG HER SILENT DORMANT of a voice calling out. her awakening for a long era gives rise before another master who will give orders. a body grew light with emerald hues shut close, letting herself for its near completion. who will bare witness the summoning of the noble king arturia, king of knights? she couldn’t predict herself though the king’s impression will await when the spell is complete. her patience resides within an eased body awaiting for further bloodshed. excalibur hidden away until the time is right for lips to expose the truth behind her heroic spirit --------- it’s completed. what rests before a powerful mage is none other than the legend of king arturia, though the books grew wrong in her gender. the king stands firmly without speaking a single word through mist coating around SABER’S form. an armored arm raises up to confirm this dream coming to life ( i will win ... for my country's salvation ). hues reveal themselves as lips part to speak directly; the king turns towards the blonde mage who summoned her. their appearance certainly grows a dignified lore about it, one the king could admire in secrecy. ❝  who ... i ask you. are you my MASTER?  ❞

[despaireaten]

@pinnacleofexcellence requested a starter

“Oh-ho? Togami-kun, Don’t mind me, don’t mind me, i am just reading some stuff” She was not really lying either. It was just another project she needed to do. Something that does not involve despair for once (she did find it incredibly easy and boring, so there was no enthusiasm to be found). Blue hues focused on the fellow classmate, who entered the room. It was his favorite place as far as she is concerned. She understood him to a point. No one is here to bother her, even that annoying older twin of hers. A smile gew on her face. That annoying sort. The one free from care and any sort of seriousness. Of course he won’t talk with her. Why would he? There is no way the mighty heir to the Togami family (soon to be completely destroyed) would just go off his high horse. However, there is a point in trying. For once. she can annoy him a little. 

“How are you doing, Togami-kun? Did Fukawa bug you lots again?” She laughed a little. Despite having one of her annoying smirks on, she was...surprisngly calm. At least in this moment. 

[kyokoicism]

@pinnacleofexcellence requested a starter.

“Togami, a word?”

The request was chilly in its formality as she stepped into the library... and with good reason. Togami’s blatant disregard for common decency had put the SHSL Detective off on more than occasion, not to mention the way he had tampered with the crime scene of Fujisaki’s murder. Had she been able to do so, she would have arrested him for such--influential connections be damned. Since such was not possible, however, she had been forced to stomach his presence, clashing with him during the class trials and coming out the victor more often than not. However, with what she had learned after Oogami’s suicide and what she had lifted from the Headmaster’s office... as much as she hated to admit it?

Bringing him into the loop was the surest way to put an end to the Killing Game once and for all.

[lepuretta]

         “Togami-kun! You gotta tell me what you want for Christmas so I can get you something. It’s coming up really soon, and me and Kirigiri-chan are planning to get gifts for everyone.”

( @pinnacleofexcellence )

[daisaishi-blog]

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Sunlight beamed through semi opened blinds, though they weren’t open due to someone opening them. They simply rested that way, reflecting off of any surface that was in their path. Eyes fluttered open, and landed upon clock that rested nailed on the wall. Nearly 7am. She had slept in, at least for a morning after. Eyes were drawn to the figure that stood in front of large window, she hadn’t expected him to still be there when she had awoken. Perhaps that was because she rose earlier than most, though. 

She stirred, and sat up in the bed, only for sheets and comforter to be tossed carelessly to the side, though not off the bed. Slinging legs off the side of the mattress, she would stretch, and eyes would land upon the clothing she had worn from the day before, and had she not been as experienced as she was, this walk of shame would have potentially bothered her. Instead, that was the furthest thing from her mind. 

Her movements were quiet, and fingers ran through curls, free from the band that held them up, Bending down to grab at clothing, she was caught off guard by the clearing of throat from the man she had said -- was that an appropriate word? Not in the least. Moaned, screamed, both more appropriate terms -- his name so many times the night before. 

“Sorry -- I was trying to be quiet.” She’d only speak once she saw that he was off of his phone, and she caught a somewhat displeased look on his face, “Is everything -- okay?”

[xcamena]

Finally, she had her hands on the iced coffee she had so desperately been craving for the past week. A smile crept its way on her face, and she held it tightly with both hands, taking a large whiff of it to hold her over until she could get a taste of it. She was so wrapped up in thoughts of what was to come, she barely heard the man behind her ask her a question, “Excuse me--?” Jolyne didn’t even have time to register the fact that someone in front of her had just opened a door on her, knocking the coffee into the both of them and spilling it onto both her shirt and the man in front of her’s suit. A light oof, but everything happened in slow motion, and disappointment was clear upon Jolynes face. Shit, this guy didn’t look happy, either. Great. Play nice, Jolyne. He’s probably got money from the looks of him going into a coffee shop in a suit was anything to go by. He was kinda hot, though. 

“Hey-- you alright? Sorry, I didn’t see you there. Here, you need some napkins?”