#praefecus

[abstersivetournure]

TO: All Contacts FROM: Vergil Redgrave

[1 / 2] If there is any place suited to be a safehouse in a permanent capacity, it is District Zeta.  [2 / 2] Any spare hand to help relocate or heal the injured or those who cannot fight ought to be doing so. Otherwise, if you can, be here to protect them.

[grandeking-blog]

♠♣!

♠: What’s one thing you dislike about your Muse? 

How mean he is to Kageyama!! ; ~ ; The poor guy was so starry-eyed when they were in middle school and a part of me feels like Oikawa totally ruined him for the rest of his life for being so unnecessarily mean to and jealous of him. I think the teasing is fine sometimes, but deep down I know that his teasing is really just a euphemism for the deep hatred he holds against his kouhai … ; ; ;

♣: One thing you love about your Muse. 

HIS PASSION FOR HIS TEAM AND TEAMMATES??? I’M JUST?? That one standoff he has with Ushijima after the end of (SPOILERS) is just amazing, and I remember clutching my heart and being like, “YOU GO, OIKAWA. YOU GO, GLEN COCO. YOU TELL HIM!” He is dedicated to his team and wouldn’t trade them up for anyone else – not even Shiratorizawa. Looks to the sky.

[grandeking-blog]

☻☆ !

☻  - What do you find easiest about playing your muse?

      His dialogue! It (surprisingly?) comes pretty quickly to me. He’s one of those kids who says mean things but in a friendly tone, and it’s just totally jarring and I love that. >:-) Rarely do I pick up the ‘asshole’ types of characters, but I feel Oikawa has a substantial amount of background information that I can rationalize his behavior.

☆ - What made you start playing your muse?

      OK SO…LAST SUMMER…I attempted to get into Haikyuu, but was too busy with life and other things Dangan Ronpa that I kind of forgot about it. But I knew I would like Oikawa Tooru; I just have this thing for trash princes. After enough pushback from one of my friend, I caved and started watching it again – AND THEN I WENT IN TOO DEEP. Again, I found myself so intrigued by Oikawa and his two-facedness. I just couldn’t resist not playing him! c:

[doxiical-blog]

overdue ; // closed.

Some time has passed upon his arrival at the Hive. In real time, approximately one week. After his momentary reunion with Serah, they’ve been meeting on and off since then, doing the usual and venturing off into the unknown abyss. Arriving back to the normal sector, there was a peculiar lean individual that wore nothing but white, white and more white. 

Unsure if whether or not his eyes betrayed him, Noel peers closer until finally grasping the ‘stranger’s shoulder ; a lopsided grin crossing his expression. “Well, look who it is. Isn’t it just the director himself! Took y’long enough to arrive, Hope.” 

[crystalliques-blog]

❥ reunion. // closed.

            It wasn’t too hard to recognize the Director’s uniform, as oddly flashy as it was. Reassurance overwhelmed the seeress as she called out to him and, once he’d turned around, she had snatched his own hands up into her own. "Hope! It’s really you!” It took a few seconds for her, however, to look down at her hands intertwined in his own to realize how silly she must have been to jump him. In fact, hadn’t this same pose been initiated by him before, when she and Noel had first met him in the Yaschas Massif? The familiarity was uncanny.

          “Oh! Sorry about that,” she said, ducking her head down and releasing the other’s hands from her grip. “It’s just, well. I’m glad to see a familiar face." Much too nervous to face him headfirst, Serah quickly swiveled around, deciding to gaze up at the skyscrapers that towered over them. “This place, though. Doesn’t it remind you of Academia? Maybe it won’t be too hard for us to readju--?” 

          Snippets of a certain hunter seizing her hand and the uncanny presence of a dark aura swirling over a city someone had pained their way to craft flooded her memories then. Cupping a gloved hand to her lips, Serah retracted and took a step back. She was shocked, if not disappointed in herself for letting such optimism come so easily to her. “--Oh, I. Perhaps I...shouldn’t have.” Uttering a small, yet regretful laugh as an apology, her eyes glanced up at Hope only to flit away and dip back down to cement, ashamed. “Maybe I’m getting a little too ahead of myself.” She was happy to see him, though: plain and simple. Perhaps she should have kept it at that. Though she was curious to know what he had been up to — and, perhaps, what he remembered from that time.