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[deadlysilencearchived]

@standxproud "Rude! I'm tougher than I look! At least give me a reason why!"

[chewtobits]

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☂ - An entry about a time your muse annoyed mine.

Entry 34. December 1987

                 I forgot sometimes Jojo can be a real stick in the mud. We were looking around Calcutta, seeing the sights and whatever. I tagged along with Jotaro because I had nothing else to do. So we were looking around and this shady guy came up to us.

He offered us tickets to go see a burlesque show. I didn’t even know India has burlesque shows! The tickets were really pricey and I really wanted to go. Of course neither Jotaro and I have gone to one. I had to practically drag the guy with me. Geez...what kind of youthful young man is he?! Though it was pretty suspicious...Jotaro was in the right.

So here we are in this shady burlesque show. Beautiful babes in bunny outfits serving us drinks and giggling all over. It was like a dream! I didn’t want it to end! Until Jotaro shoved me to the ground. We had to dodge machine gun tits aiming right at us. Turns out we were duped and it was a trap set up by that bastard Joey from Singapore. One of Dio’s guys trying to get us. I guess it was my fault but still...!! Jotaro definitely killed the mood as we had to break apart all his stupid Murderdolls.

Bastard escaped and I felt like a total asshole. It was annoying. It would’ve lasted longer if Jotaro didn’t say anything! Though he did save my life...which is pretty cool..

Whatever...

                                                                   Takaharu -87

[soul-gambler-blog]

standxproud started following you

Oh no... Oh nonononono. Not Teenager McStoneFace. He’ll probably beat me up if he sees me again. I’ll just have to... Quietly sneak away. He won’t notice me, right?

[red-ledgered]

{ standxproud }

Crimson looked down at her threadbare gloves, breath intermittently obscuring her view of the shaky, purplish blue digits before her. She brought her hands closer, breathed out into them, rubbed them together, made sure she could still curl her fingers into fists. She knew she wouldn't last long out here if she didn't find somewhere to stay...or something warmer to wear.  Unfortunately, since she'd moved into the back allies of this sleepy little city, she hadn't gotten too many visitors. Maybe she'd try her luck at the local mart again, though they'd probably recognize her before she even stepped through the doors. The mall? No, too much security, not to mention the constant barrage of music, flashing signs, the people hounding you to buy useless little trinkets. No, absolutely not. Not after what happened last time.  Honestly, from this vantage, it didn't look like Crimson had anywhere to turn. At least, not until a large figure rounded the corner, shadow stretching along the cement as it move in strides. Of course, his size wasn't what had caught Crimson's attention- no, rather, it was the large coat resting on his shoulders that she now eyed. 

Raising her near numb hands, Crimson Reached out with her mind, tried to find an edge of the coat to hold on to, to catch. Her head ached with strain and cold as she managed to find a perch- a seam along one of the shoulders -and, yanking her hands back towards her, pulled the telekinetic ties as hard as her weakened state would allow. 

[indigenceinexcusable]

==> Equius: Go to Japan.

That's not a spur of the moment idea, despite how it may sound. It is, in fact, one of the most calculated decisions you've made in years, and it's only step one.

You chartered the plane in private. Cash only. There will be no record of this, no paper trail to hunt down, nothing to indicate to your enemy that there was ever a plan at all.

That's assuming she even cares that you're making a plan. If she wanted, she could probably wipe you out here and now.

Best not to think about that. There's no getting inside the Handmaid's head, and you promised Kanaya you wouldn't mount an offense, anyway. No attacks. No revenge.

But what she did to Kanaya was the last straw. You're going to find a way to protect your family from this monster.

And that's why you're here, in Japan, tracking down a human who, if what you've been told is correct, could have the information you're looking for.

You know three things about him:

He's hard to find. You've been skulking from one hotspot to another, demanding his whereabouts from one delinquent to the next.

He's a legend in some circles for defeating something that can stop time. You only got two words as to what it was: 'The World.'

He's not exactly the agreeable type.

That's okay. You aren't either.

[delxnquent]

Brush~

She smiled, enjoying the warmth and comfort of her dad. "Just be careful that you don't loose your hand in there."

[thatsmissodangotoyou]

Oni...?! || Jotaro & Usagi (Samurai AU)

Damn it.

Damn the bright Juni-hitoe weighing her down

"やあ..."

Damn the tall geta she had the misfortune of trying to run in

"いやあ...!"

Damn the samurai chasing her, damn the feud...

"いやだ いやだ いやだ いやだ いやだ いやだ いやだ いやだ いやだ いやだ いやだ いやだ"

The young blonde cried out over and over, fleeing into the dark forest as several of the Shogun's men followed in pursuit. Really, it was more like an incredibly frantic hobble than true running with several layers of bright, multi-colored silk hampering her movement. Despite the density of the thicket, the little moonlight provided was still more than enough to make running into the maze of trees a fruitless endeavor; the weighty robes restricting her turned her into a beacon. And with how often she stumbled in the near stilt-like geta...

She had never felt more like a prisoner, a big gift practically wrapped up for the Shogun. Beautiful as they were, those clothes had to go. It was either them or her, and she would very much rather it be them. One by one she left a trail of garments, slimming down to three-fourths the original number of kimonos -- and making a line of bright silks and linens, each one leading straight to her.

Even with the freedom of losing nine of the twelve oppressive layers, Tsuki no Usagi only staved off the inevitable trying to run before coming to a large clearing. Several of the Shogun's men-- the samurai -- were already waiting, ordering her to stand down while the others tailing her caught up.

Oh, gods, no.

They were waiting for her.

They were freaking waiting.

Usagi tried backing up behind, but several men stand guard. And with the samurai already waiting in front, she could move neither forward nor backward,

There was no way out.

She was trapped.

Cornered to the side against the trunk of a tree, Usagi only cried harder and harder. Hiccuping sobs racked her frame as large, teary blue eyes shone in the moonlight -- as well as the crescent-shaped mark denoting her Lunarian heritage.

Usagi frantically dug her hand into the side of the innermost robe, grabbing at the two throwing knives previously given to her. 'Only use them if you're in the utmost danger', her retainer told her. 'Throw it to distract them, then come find me.'

Cornered by samurai was utmost danger, wasn't it? She couldn't even hear their demands to stand down, all she could hear was the blood pumping in her ears and her heart nearly bursting as terror overtook her. The Moon Child let out a horrified shriek, and hurled one of the tools with all her might, hitting an unfortunate target right in the eye.

She only doomed herself with that lucky shot, forgetting about the 'come find me' part of the instructions. The injured man recovered while she was still sobbing, about to charge at her for still resisting. It was over, she was dead. Usagi let out a scream loud enough for the heavens to hear, holding her arms in front of her face to shield her from the end.