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[isolaradiale]

Actually, please disregard the reserve I sent in earlier. Here is my Akutagawa Ryunosuke! Links can be found at the fourth button, with the app (/app) and stats (/stats).

Welcome Akutagawa from Bungou Stray Dogs!

You’ll be staying in HOUSE 110!

You can keep your coat, but Rashomon will only be able to become a shield and only for a total of 10 minutes a day!

Enjoy your stay!

--Mod Lyra

[godostoevsky]

It took some time before Fyodor found himself to be acceptably dressed to go outside in public, after all, as comfortable as they might have been, those white jumpsuits Meursalt was so fond of were not exactly acceptable public attire. At least so the Russian man assumed, but truly, who knew with a place such as this.

Regardless, once such was done with, he figured it wouldn’t be a bad idea at all to familiarise himself with this strange new place he found himself trapped in. WIth all of his plans put on hold here, he had nothing if not plenty of free time to explore, which seemed like a wise idea to him, seeing how his adventage in every situation came from exploring and from bonds he formed. Every chessmaster must know both the board and the pieces, after all.

It is due to those reasons that he finds himself wandering the streets of the more urban part of his ward, keeping mostly to the main roads at first, but by the time sun has begun to set, he found himself at a shortage of such for the time being, leading him to explore the smaller streets and back alleys.

During such, despite his casual strolling he finds himself stopping in his tracks as he notices someone.. familiar. No, he knew the boy walking in this alley. Ryunosuke Akutagawa, one of the notorious members of the Port Mafia. Yes, Fyodor distinctly remembers his photograph and name from the files he got a hold of about a month ago, why, wasn’t this one of the people who confronted Ivan and Alexander in the faux-hideout?

Last he recalled, the boy has never seen Fyodor face to face.. This could be a favourable situation, in that case.  

“Excuse me, may I have a moment of your time?” He asks with his usual pleasant tone, truly seeming like a regular person he seemed to many who were not involved in his schemes. He already had a question in mind, one that might provoke conversation, and if it fails, well.. Fyodor is nothing if not a quick thinker.

@rashomn

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STORIES FAMED CANNOT COMPARE TO THE BEAUTY OF SUNSET!  Once again he finds himself at the water's edge, stalks of bamboo reaching high to the heavens. Distant bells chime softly, wind caressing silver locks as the boy edges closer, faint traces of koi fish swimming beneath glassy ice. Today, like the day before, Atsushi sits on the river bank, watching the sun dip beneath the horizon, moon rising to the heavens. Normally, the bamboo grove of Cotes would be disturbed by the occasional visitor, but today just the inexplicable chirp of crickets disturb the tranquility. 

The cold wind emanating from the waterfront cuts through bone, sending a shiver down the boy's spine.  Spiked collar round his neck bites into skin as he shifts slightly in place, wounds long since closed up. He tugs the collar of his coat higher. There is a slight movement in the underbrush and he is instantly on edge, turning swiftly, eyes adjusting to the growing darkness.

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