#sightsealed

[tailoredhonnouji]

@sightsealed

Was that...?

Taking a pause to look over the railing on the way to work, he watched the familiar gait of the person below him. Hands in his pockets, bright eyes looking around, taking long, confident strides... And his clothes were all too familiar, too.

“Sanageyama...?”

It was said more to himself than anyone in particular. Sure, people had come and go in the city, and illusions happened enough not to be ruled out as possibilities. But...

--No. He couldn’t contain it any longer. Leaning over the bridge, the tailor yanked his mask down his face, took a deep breath, and cupped his hands over his mouth to shout below.

“SANAGEYAMA!”

He looked up--that was all Shirou needed. Over to the elevator platform, the tailor bolted, running as fast as his legs could carry him.

[stormswake]

@sightsealed

That’s... well. He can’t say it’s his bed, really. Iori did say it was a guest room.

But it had definitely started to reflect his presence in it lately. The curtains were dark enough to block out the light the way he liked, and the navy blue blanket was heavily weighted and always folded neatly at the foot of the bed when it wasn’t in use. 

Still, Yuan is a little surprised at the flare of possessiveness he feels at the sight of a stranger asleep in the bed-that-wasn’t-his. 

His brow furrows. He’s half-tempted to get a cup and dump water on the stranger’s face, but he knows better than to listen to the temptation. This is probably someone Iori knows, so he should be courteous. 

Besides, he doesn’t want to get his pillow soaked.

As a compromise, Yuan reaches down to grip the stranger’s shoulder and shake it.

[tailoredhonnouji]

“...I can’t help but think I’m forgetting something important, but... I can’t think of what.”

[technopup-a]

Honnouji Academy’s pillar shot high into the sky, illuminated by what seemed as though an ever-present ray of sun causing the stark white structure to stand, imposing, above everything around it. It was not wrong - even in the macro sense, without knowing the inner workings of the academy, the associations were imposing enough. If one were to never see it but know of it, or the opposite, then it would stand to be just as terrible to the outsider.

At least, it seemed that way to him. One leg dangled over the other as he sat up on a ledge, fiddling with his phone.

“In the grand scheme of things, I find this little exam to be a fascinating way to quash any kind of believe that the student body deserves to be an Elite.” Younger, just as arrogant, Inumuta Houka looked down at Iori Shirou and Uzu Sanageyama.

“As well as a way to weed out any kind of statistical anomaly. Although we certainly know the capabilities of most of the student body on a finite, biological level,” 

“This is still a fun way to doubley prove a theory like that.” Sanageyama looked impatient, which was logical, as he was really only talking to Iori.

“Oh, stop pacing, someone will come and try and kill him soon enough.”

@sightsealed @fibercrafting

[greatkng]

        “i gotta say, you’re a pretty decent runner. probably not as fast as me but still. i almost collided with you for a minute there if i realized it too late.” if he was going to be forced to occupy this strange place, he might as well get some training in by going out for a long jog instead of doing absolutely nothing anyway. the guy in front of him definitely intrigued him to some degree. what about this guy that interested him exactly? hmm. “jogging in those clothes, you’re quite bold, aren’t you?”

@sightsealed   /   sc.

[thisbytchfastyeet]

Amidst the grunting and clatter of sparring bodies scattered throughout the grove Sonic’s keen gaze notices a lone, broad figure. Cloaked in the shadows he studies his technique and the way he handles himself and before long Sonic is fast on his feet dashing out into a collision of wood against wood. Curiosity piqued, he grins.

❝ Not bad. Not bad at all. But not exactly good either! ❞

@sightsealed

[technopup-a]

@sightsealed

LOADING. . . 

His program popped up the names of those who had left the island (well, the phone registry, let’s only feign omnipotence here), as well as those who had arrived. It was easier to note when eclipses happened, he mused, slurping up tonight’s (this morning’s?) without much dignity.

One stray noodle hanging, he took a break from his work to look at the numbers coming in and out, and...

Speaking of undignified, he jumped out of his chair. No way, it had been...

About a year? At least, since Sanageyama Uzu was here last. Grabbing his uniform, he set the noodles aside and bolted toward the platform. Hopping on his hoverboard, he opened the real time feed of his phone to see where that specific cell phone was headed. Fibonacci, it seemed.

Bypassing traffic to go to the housing, he ran down his list of recent in’s and out’s 130s and 140s this time - there was a discernible pattern, and once nameplates were checked on some ten or so of the hoses, he found the name.

Thus, he was waiting at the house before Sanageyama could even get there.

“Took you long enough. By my count it’s been well over a year since I saw you last. Nearly two if you’re not the Sanageyama who’s been here before.”

[isolaradiale]

i sent in a re - reservation with my personal contact, but i finished before the next ask run! here is uzu sanageyama from kill la kill!

Welcome!

You'll be staying in HOUSE 138!

You'll be able to use your tengantsu five times a day to predict up to five seconds of movement from another person.

You'll be given a wooden sword.

Enjoy your stay!

– ⋆ maia