#unv3iled

[timeunraveled]

[ @unv3iled liked for a starter a month ago!!!! ]

bangs open the door. 

“Honey, I’m home!!!!”

[lunarreprise]

@unv3iled​ liked for an event starter!!

Holiday cheer fills the air. And she, too, feels it. Akamatsu’s cheerier than she usually is. It might not be Christmastime in the way she’s used to it, but she can’t deny that she loves this time of year. (On Earth, at least.) The starry sky reflects upon the ice and plenty of other attractions can be seen from their location. It’s peaceful, quaint. Romantic. Most importantly, she’s with good company.

“Saihara-kun, are you ready?”

She straightens up after checking the laces to her skates. Admittedly, she’s a bit worried. The first time she met the detective? He sort of... kind of... fell out of a locker. She doesn’t want him to get hurt, when they’re going to have fun. Anyway, ignore the pinkness of her cheeks. It’s definitely, absolutely because it’s cold.

[heroicrow]

@unv3iled

It takes a lot of digging and a few close calls before the detective finds himself in the administration office of the research facility. He checks the area as soon as he enters, preparing his recently obtained simple weapon before settling down at there being no danger.

He sighs and gets to work, looking through drawers and folders and trifling through papers. He’s not sure what he’ll be able to find here, but anything is better than nothing in his eyes.

It’s when he’s in the middle of reading through a particularly interesting document that he hears someone else enter the area. He looks up quickly, though his expression remains neutral.

Oh. Just another curious wanderer. The boy smiles in greeting.

“Aha, hello. Are you searching for answers, too?”

[harxmakis]

@unv3iled

     Maki was...never the best at investigating. Even back at the academy, she either didn’t help that much, or was mostly in charge of looking after the body. She likes to think she’s gotten better over the course of being at the academy but...would could really say? Considering what the academy was like...it’s not an easy answer.

    But she needed to keep looking around the islands, figuring out what she could. It wouldn’t do her any good to not know what these islands were, once upon a time. She needed some answers after all.

     She didn’t want to just have lies thrown at her, and be forced to accept them as the truth.

     The ruins that lead to what she thinks is a castle cause some questions to float around in her mind, it in a state of ruin. It’s just green and iron as far as she can see. It’s...lost to time in a way, and it just begs the question of how this happened.

     Still, she can’t help but want to know more...and it seems she isn’t alone. The black almost blends in with the ruined state of this place, but she knows that navy hair anywhere.

     “Saihara.” she calls out to the detective, “I didn’t expect to find you here...”

[timeunraveled]

@unv3iled​

despite drinking the tap water from the shower-- he realizes that isn’t enough to wash away the taste of iron that coated his throat and in his mouth. blood isn’t appealing to drink at all. what if he’d dressed up as a cannibal? that would have been terrifying. 

out of the costume-- out of the character, the consenquenses crash around him and makes him kneel. hadn’t it been the same with akamatsu-san? after all... if he’d been less doubtful as a character...

... tap water isn’t working. it still has that metal edge.

a voice comes from the shower--

“Know this is an odd request. but Saihara-kun, do you mind getting me some cold water?”

to wash away both the reality of what he was and what he was forced to be.

[timeunraveled]

@unv3iled​ & @heroinesregret​ have asked to go to the ball together!

the title of the ball was rather misleading, amami thinks. graveyard smash? haha. ballroom dancing at a graveyard sounds rather interesting, but he’s sure the title is only a pun referring to halloween. ( or is it? ) but regardless, he’d dressed the part-- putting aside the fact that his own costume was rather formal in the first place.

looking back at his partners for the night, he smiles at them.

“haha. are you guys ready?”

[timeunraveled]

kny!empyrea pt.2: @unv3iled​

traversing the whole island on foot required considerable energy and stamina, but amami didn’t mind-- the mindless walking sat alright with him. every part of the island was teeming with information, and he’d met people-- both old and new. it was... interesting, to say the least. 

the mayor’s announcements, her words-- they’re heavy on his mind. he doesn’t lost his smile, as he walks towards the docks-- this was the first thing he should have done, and yet he’d managed to keep away.

approaching the boats aren’t quite the best idea, amami knows. he still finds it fantastical that they’d ridden a flying ship to a flying island, but it seemed like it was true. would he be able to see the edge of the island at the docks? haha, maybe he really was dreaming.

... it’s being ravaged, he can see. he could tell that even from afar, and he laughs awkwardly, rubbing at the back of his neck. at this rate, they wouldn’t be able to go near the ships at all. he wonders how hostile the people near the ships are. would conversation work?

taking a few steps closer, then grimacing. 

he’s not well equipped to fight them at all...

sighing and turning around to go back--  

when he sees a familiar face. blinking, then laughing easygoingly, though a little troubled. after all, his conversation with the mayor had been public knowledge... and here he was, retreating from a potential adventure. 

“Saihara-kun. Come to investigate too?”

[lunarreprise]

@unv3iled is a familiar face...

Her backpack rests heavily upon her shoulders. A physical manifestation of the guilt that weighs upon her every thought, every action, every breath. It’s the cruelest of ironies. In a city full of people that don’t know her name, why has she been gifted a shotput ball? Knots twist in her stomach. Memories she can’t rid herself of plague her every time she closed her eyes. She could have left the damn shotput ball at home. She knows that. But... what if her new roommate discovered it? What if she has to explain that? She can’t risk it.

Just like that day, that damned item is lugged around with her. A secret she intends to carry to the grave. A regret that dictates her every word.

It’s an early morning to a sleepless night. Akamatsu’s the kind of tired sleep won’t fix. She’s idly walking toward the Sunflower Cafe. Might as well try waking up a little, right? She grasps the straps of her backpack, lowering it as she nears her destination. Looking comfortable will draw less suspicion.

But...

Another figure approaches from the opposite direction, toward her. She recognizes him, to some extent. After all, the boy she knew.... the boy in her memory hid his face. Fleeting memories of wanting to snatch that hat off his face flit about her mind. The lack of hat... rather... he himself... She can’t process it. Her brain doesn’t register what her eyes are seeing.

“Sai...” Her voice cracks, “...hara-kun..?”