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valkxrja replied to your post:Wait. The imperials still exist.
Yo.
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stilettos drum a steady beat against dingy floors as enoshima walks with purpose, back straight, eyes ahead, lavishly cared-for hands gripping a large box before her. she knows exactly where she is going, and any trained attack dog that stares as they pass her in the hallway is turned away when grey optics become sudden knife edges in the dim light. she has returned from other parts in a blaze of glory, or so she pretends, and there is only one person with whom it is to be shared.
there is no early warning, no knocks upon the warblade's door, simply the advent of freyja into her sister dearest's quarters, filling up the space immediately as if she were molten gold (or tar, perhaps) poured into a royal vessel. something — paperwork? she doesn't care — is snatched away from ikusaba's grip, and the box is dumped heavily in its place. the marks of foreign bakers, heavily stylized french proclaiming its contents, adorn it on all sides.
"Mukuro-nee-chaaaan! Guess who's back from her big European tour! And thanks to moi, the folks over there are just eating Tanaka-tennou up! I brought you something back — don't think I could ever forget what day it is today!"
slender arm swoops serpentine around the wolf child's muscular shoulders and pulls her close, impossibly slim cell phone emerging inexplicably from the younger sibling's cleavage to face the pair with unblinking camera.
"Birthday selfie~! ☆"
❝ ---- cut out that beggin' ya' already ate----
oh my god. ❞
Normally his dogs wouldn't go up and about begging strangers in the park for treats, but then again there was only one person to blame for their spoiled behavior and it's the person who supplied it. He was warned not once, not twice, but three times and a thirty minute explanation following suit as of why he shouldn't feed them dog biscuits and pieces of steak whenever they roll over and hold still long enough for a tummy rub. But the boy was stubborn and now their attitudes were the results.
❝ Sorry ma'am. They're spoiled to the core an' they've convinced themselves that everyone who's got pockets or a bag is carrying some treats on them. Just don't pet 'em and putting them back on their collars should be quick 'n easy. ❞
CHUCKS MY URL AT YOU GO LONG
Oh I'll go loooooooooong alright
εжз / ☯ / ✗ / ☠ / ❥
εжз : What about nature do they find calming? What about nature do they find disagreeable?
He finds quiet forests peaceful, if not utterly boring. In general, he doesn’t usually associate himself with things that offer him no material/psychological gain, so he ignores everything else. He likes cactuses, and at one point in his life he had an conglomeration of seventeen or so.
☯ : Do they believe for every darkness there is a lightness? If not, why?
Yes. In his mind it is a war; all despair (anyone not in the Foundation) versus all hope (himself, the Foundation, etc.) Everything in his mind is in terms of black and white, and ultimateums. The Foundation’s supposed goals are to recreate the world, and therefore they must destroy all opposition.
✗ : Explain how they portray feelings of hostility or dislike.
Naegi is very two faced; he rarely likes anyone, and even if he does or doesn’t he will always smile. All true feelings he may have are hidden behind the facade of who he used to be—sweet, caring, and headstrong. Actual hostility is portrayed through his words and actions, less so his expression. He could easily kill someone while smiling at them and telling them ‘it’s okay’.
☠ : Are there any recent/daily thoughts they have about death or dying?
No. Death is simply not an option, nor a circumstance that he will allow to come to light. Of course, it is pondered—being in an apocalyptic scenario and all—but in his mind it is often romanticized; he sees himself being assassinated during a particularly rousing speech, where the Foundation’s followers conduct revenge and label him a saint in the New Order.
❥ : Describe a verbal way they would express complete trust.
He would most likely just tell the person in the bluntest way possible, and tell them to ‘take it as they will’. His people skills are great; it’s just the depth of them he doesn’t particularly understand. It would probably be a very scary moment for him to actually open up and delve into who he used to be to tell them, yet he’d act like it wasn’t such a big deal.
A faint whisper fills his ears as he walks, "traitor" he hears, "traitor." His head tilts, perhaps to better listen to the whispers of this spirit, and snaps back into it's normal position in a mere second as he moves to Mukuro's quarters. Two knocks is all he needs, anymore and he swears he'll break down the door, punch it until his hand is bloodied and broken. He detested traitors, especially ones that had the gall to try and pretend they were still faithful to the Emperor.
Mukuro Ikusaba, I need you to come with me into the field. We have a bit of business to take care of..
He hears them again, the voices screaming for blood. "Give us one more companion," they mutter and he's happy to oblige.
I hope you're in the mood to murder a disgusting traitor.