#trickstarangel

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@trickstarangel

“Wow, Den City is way different that anywhere I’ve been before...” Mana was glancing around the area, admiring herself in her new Den City High School Uniform. She was getting ready for her first day of school... but also her first day undercover.

After the whole Tower of Hanoi incident occurred, the powers that be demanded that someone keep an eye on this area, to make sure nothing like this happened again. Mana, the Dark Magician Girl, was the one tasked with this important mission.

Disguised as her human self, the Duel Monster spirit wandered the streets because she forgot to get directions to the school. She was hopelessly lost now...

“Dammit, I’m so forgetful...” she rubbed the back of her neck. “I feel so dumb now. Master Mahad would have my head...”

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One hand tightly clenches onto his pouch of money - his payment for the day.  Although he felt somewhat sick at holding onto what he considered ‘dirty money’, it was sure to come in handy later.  With his other hand tugging at his tie he makes his way over to their usual meeting spot, his eyes darting around for anyone suspicious.

“Aoi...?” He calls out, pocketing the pouch of money clutched in his right hand.  “I’m sorry I’m late.” He apologizes, somewhat sheepishly.  “Work went on a bit longer than expected.” There’s a slight edge to his tone at the word ‘work’, though he can’t help but feel somewhat reassured by the thought of having a decent meal for a change.  Perhaps even a decent place to sleep if they’re lucky.

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@trickstarangel from X

He’d seen the attack going for Blue Angel. Ai hadn’t quite explained about any mental damage being taken for another person so he acted before he could really think on it. He lunged forward, blocking the attack.

Pain shot through him as he endured the hit. Why had it hurt so bad?

Slowly he started to fall forward, but didn’t hit the ground. Instead, an angered duel idol was holding him up. “N-No... You wouldn’t have... If I can barely st-stand, do you really think you would h-have come out of this alright?”

“You have to get out of here... We both do, before it gets any worse...” Playmaker told her. 

“I know you’re still at school... When you log out... Go down to the dueling club room...” he adds in a whisper.

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@trickstarangel from X

“This may sound odd to you, but you’re actually one of the few things I care about. I know we don’t know each other all that well, but lately, for some reason, it kind of hurts to see you sad or upset about something...”

What the hell did I just say to her?! Yusaku had to admit to at least himself that he felt that way, but it was because of their bond in VRAINS not in real life. It wasn’t like she knew who he was anyway.

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“Do you need anything...? A cup of water or a blanket...?” One hand reaches up to rub the back of his neck, awkwardly.  “I’m not...very good at this.”

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trickstarangel replied to your post: ((My notes and stuff are messing up and I know...

[I’m pretty sure I replied to all of our threads I think?]

I think you did, could you link them to me?

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trickstarangel

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Comments: I’m honestly glad I enabled them into making this blog, I think they make a great Aoi/Blue Angel and all of our threads have been super fun together.  I’ve also enjoyed chatting with them and getting to know them on Discord and I think they’re pretty awesome! Hopefully we can do even more stuff together.  Great mun, great muse.

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Freedom, hands, end

Send me a word(s) - Accepting.

He’d always thought the notion of death and freedom being intertwined was a bit of a flimsy one.  How could death possibly release one from their troubles…? If anything, death only seemed to be a chain reaction for creating even more troubles - the death of their parents had proved that time and time again to him.  He didn’t know what exactly he expected the instant his hands touched the vines - some sort of punishment perhaps.  Funny how this feels like the exact opposite of that.

His hands tremble wildly but instinctively, he keeps a hold on the thorns - trying to steady himself.  His legs feel like a shaky foundation ready to collapse out from under him and his back feels heavy - as though he were Atlas himself, carrying the weight of the world on his back.  Funnily enough it doesn’t hurt - not like he thought it would.

Had his parents’ death been instantaneous? Did they even have time to process the pain before their lives ended? He supposed it was a bit of a morbid thing to wonder but isn’t this whole situation rather morbid in the first place…? He won’t try to make any excuses, he knows he’s as good as done.  Hanoi would have no reason to keep him alive regardless and he would rather take himself out of the equation willingly than be used as a hostage in their games.

This is the one choice he makes that is fully for himself.  Not on behalf of SOL, not emotionally driven nor influenced by his sister or Emma, or anyone else.  This is his one wholly selfish decision - his one, singular reward for so many years of living without any choice, without any control.

He has a lot of regrets - regrets at being unable to do more, being unable to properly articulate his feelings.  Perhaps if he’d said things a little differently or not said anything at all, he wouldn’t be where he is now. 

But as he sees the phantom of a tiny hand reaching out for his own, pigtails flapping as a tiny neck beckons for him to follow, he doesn’t hesitate to take it.  Let him shed his weary old body behind.  Where he’s going, he doesn’t need it anymore.