@thecafeleblanc wishes to speak to the Palace Ruler.
“...I knew that you were going to try and sneak in here. What purpose do you have in this place?”
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@thecafeleblanc wishes to speak to the Palace Ruler.
“...I knew that you were going to try and sneak in here. What purpose do you have in this place?”
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Here is the prince, washing off and cooling down from a grueling training regiment when he spots an unfamiliar black mop of hair. Looking up from his dampened towel, Dimitri speaks up, “Yes, may I be of help? Are you new to the academy?”
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The pain that once BURNED like fire had faded away to an icy numbness. Black filled the edges of his vision & the only thing he could hear was his own staggering footsteps towards the nearest place for shelter. His breath came in ragged, shallow gasps. People stared as he passed them, clearly acknowledging something was wrong with him, though they did nothing to help. It was the first time he had a hard time blending in with the crowd. Akira inhaled a trembling breath, sweat accumulating on his skin : icy cold. He knew what was happening to him, though he did not expect it to happen so soon.
He was dying.
DEATH was nowhere near as merciful as he had dreamed of it being, & with each hurried step he took he felt himself grow weaker. The clock ticked ; his time left was limited. Oxygen was slowly being ripped & snatched from his lungs leaving scars of REGRET on the weak tissue. Every waking minute was pain. Every movement sent screaming agonies dancing across the vulnerable flesh. His surroundings blurred into a new SICK reality only the broken could see. He was shattered. He was a ghost in his own machine. A ghost floating in an ACID lake slowly nearing the departure of earth. Only one question taunted him . . . Heaven or Hell ? ? ? Oh wait, even worse.
It belonged to Nyarlathotep.
He turned & hid in a dark alley. Anything to escape the LINGERING eyes. Darkened gray smudges of wool threateningly surrounded the sky ; like a predator would encircle its prey. A startling low rumble rang loud in the cool air, the sky roaring with satisfaction. Trickles of liquid hit the ground with as much force as a small child. Hungrily, drizzles turn into canon fires, barricading everything in its way. A sense of cleanliness caressed the atmosphere, washing away all impurities. Though unfortunately he could not enjoy the weather during his current predicament.
He was alerted when he heard another pair of footsteps behind him. Some thug perhaps ? ? ? Akira didn’t have time to deal with their bullshit. But he was vulnerable. If his heart was still functioning he was certain it would have been POUNDING hard against his chest. Akira turned a corner, & waited. Akira’s shaking hands searched for the butterfly knife in his pocket, wrapping his sweaty fingers around the handle. He waited for the stalker to turn the same corner he did.
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He was quick. As soon as the person turned the corner, Akira mustered enough strength to push them to the nearest wall, a hand on the other’s chest with his blade at their throat. A small trail of BLOOD trickled down his victim’s throat, but when they uttered his name Akira froze instantly. It was only then did he realize who this stalker was.
“ A-Akira ? ? ? Why are you following me ? ? ? ” he removed the blade immediately. Great, he didn’t want the other to see him like this.
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[He’s at the cafe, bored with the last 10 minutes of his shift. He sends a text: “Hey.”]
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Her absence was abrupt. It was never good when your own mother called you with panic in her voice. It wasn’t like her mother to be so scared. That wasn’t the kind of woman she was. She had the confidence of the phoenix, of one who had suffered into ash, reborn in the flames of hot pain and commanded to sing. It was why herself, and her two sisters respected and cherished their mother so much.
Juliet, though she regretted it, had to take a trip back home without saying goodbye. She didn’t have enough time to send a quick text to the new friends she made at school. Even Akira. It all happened the day after they both were sucked in the Metaverse, at least that’s what she remembered Akira calling it. Shit. He probably thought she thought he was a freak and ran for the hills !
Fuuuuuuck.
Well, it turned out her family needed her help fending off zombies in the underworld. Some jackass thought it would be funny to open the Gates of Hell and raise havoc on earth with a fucking undead army. Though thank goodness, they were able to stop the horde from reaching the gate and passing through the mortal world. With a bit of family love and major ass kicking, they saved the world once more !
And here she was, back on Japan where she could continue her studies. She wanted to surprise a certain crush of hers. When her blue eyes caught a glimpse of that beautiful nest of curly dark hair in the school hall her heart pounded hard against her chest. There were butterflies lions in her chest, but it felt good ! How many love songs had she heard that said, “ He takes my breath away ” ? Now that line made a lot sense.
Fuck what others thought. Juliet ran right towards the boy and practically glomped that boy from behind as hard as she could. Her arms wrapped around his chest, refusing to let go.
“ KIRA KIRA ♡ ! ”
All of his focus was on the front windshield && not the rear view mirror. The Prince hummed, trying to catch the wind against his face && hair. He loved driving the Regalia. The sun flashed && flickered behind tall trees, his surroundings were for the most part covered in green. There were a million smells along this road, both old && just born. He wish he could close his eyes && pretend he was flying. His three friends were thankfully fast asleep in their seats, && he was left with his thoughts.
Unknown to the Prince for now, the sun had grown weaker. Beautiful && clear as it had been, the morning ( as the day approached the completion of its first half ) had become damp && misty. Heavy clouds moved from the north && were invading the area around him. It seemed to be fog, && perhaps this fog was also rising from the ground, but it was difficult to distinguish the mists that rose from below && those that came down from above. It had become difficult to discern the bulk of the more distant mountains. He squinted, cursing to himself. How odd, it was sunny just a moment ago . . .
He turned his head, expecting Prompto to be sleeping peacefully with his mouth slightly open. Noctis nearly jumped out of his seat. Either the mist was so heavy he couldn’t even see his friend . . . or he wasn’t there at all. His anxieties were kicking in, though he tried to remain calm. He called for the other, but there was no response. He looked over his shoulder next, only to realize neither Gladio or Ignis were in the vehicle either. His heart began to hammer against his chest. Was he going insane ?
He focused on the road in front of him, gripping the wheel tighter. He was not going to have panic attack right now. He needed to remain calm. Seconds became minutes, but he continued to drive further into the thick fog. Noctis believed he was having another realistic dream. After ten minutes passed, he could barely make out something in the distance. Well, several things actually. The closer he got, he finally realized what he was saw.
“ Buildings ? Where am I ? ” he was more than confused. Did he make a wrong turn ? The fog died down a bit, && soon he was able to distinguish the world around him. But that didn’t help him one bit. He had no idea where the hell he was. He knew he was in a town of some sort, but this was . . . completely different from what he was use to. The structures were different. Gods, he was going to have a heart attack. He needed to park the Regalia && talk to someone, anyone. He never thought he would ever want to talk to other people ( considering he was quite the introvert ).
He could feel people staring at him.
As soon as he found a place to park he could feel the eyes of the people directly on him. It was as if they knew he wasn’t from around here. Did his face give it away ?
The sun had disappeared long ago, replaced by grey && rain. Small droplets fell on his head, && a groan left his lips. Great, just great. Outside the drizzling rain had begun again. It pattered around him, && on the roofs && leaves, like a million, tiny, stealthy feet. Noctis found himself running into the nearest building, somewhere to offer him shelter. He barely noticed the small sign that read LE BLANC. He entered, drenched && shivering. The Prince was a mess.
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“boom! in your face!“ she laughed as the screen lit up showing her partner’s defeat. it was a lazy saturday of video games. Kimka laid on her stomach as she went back to the menu
“another round?, winner take all”
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“Hey there!” Naoya flashed a grin at the boy across from him, taking a seat on a stool in leblanc.
“You probably don’t know me but I know your parents! The name’s Naoya Toudo.” he explained. “I came here to see how you were doing on behalf of Tatsuya and Jun! So, uh, how are ya?”