MORAL COMPASS.

affiliated with ISOLA RADIALE & INDEPENDENT FRIENDLY KIYOTAKA ISHIMARU from DANGANRONPA

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❝oh, i see.❞ though he may seem prim and proper, claims he'd not DISPUTE, ishimaru is not adverse to sports - not even ones like boxing. eyes light up. it seems he misunderstands the stranger's use of past tense, for he adds with CONVICTION. ❝i am sure with hard work, you'll get back in the ring. this place may be a prison, but it isn't LACKING in facilities.❞

it would be BETTER than picking fights on the street, he's sure.

ishimaru continues to fret, however, in lieu of ACTUAL conversation. words of duty ring hollow in his skull, silently wondering just what he could do to RECTIFY this situation or cheer the stranger up.

❝ah-!❞ he positively FLINCHES at the sudden touch, like an animal with a gaping wound. ❝whoa - easy - i'm right HERE!❞ he splutters in a waterfall of words. ❝i didn't … I didn't SEE who took us, sorry.❞ he bows his head low. ❝i don't even know how anyone COULD have snuck in …❞

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Joe made no move to back off even with the other boy's fear and panic apparent. The response only seemed to spur his intensity if anything. Joe tightened his grip and violently pulled the boy closer, staring deeply into his eyes.

"I need you to tell me everything. Where is this place? Are we dead?!" That last question surprised him.

"I mean— I don't remember dying." Nervousness crept into his voice. Would he remember? Did Rikiishi remember? Shaking his head at the thought, Joe's attention snapped back to the kid he was currently tormenting.

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HE'S POSITIVELY MORTIFIED BY ALL OF this. while well and truly honest that he ( begrudgingly ) accepts the presence of sporting events such as boxing and wrestling, his mind has started to wander into the realm of darkness. circles and circles. what if there was a LINK between this act of physical self improvement and genuine violence?

he's about to shakily THREATEN police involvement in the face of his own desperate sense of self preservation and need to uphold the law, but the air is pushed out of him in a rush when asked but a simple question. ❝i don't know. i don't even know you- some of us here, they insist that they've been taken while in the peak of their health.❞ voice raises to a tinny pitch, a squeak. he avoids speaking about himself for a REASON.

he's still shaking, both mentally and physically, but with all the authority left within him, speaks, ❝now can you PLEASE loosen your grip on me? i do not want to repeat my offer to take you to the hospital, but i will if i must.❞ the stranger may be well physically, but mentally? perhaps NOT.

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HE HAS ALWAYS BEEN, AND RATHER often too at that, been told loosen up and learn to have fun and gain hobbies of his own. in this STAGNANT city, there’s genuinely no other pathway for him but to grow. makoto wouldn’t want him to lean over the books day in and say out for all eternity, and mondo would certainly ensure his disappointment if he saw kiyotaka EXHAUSTED over his education. 

and he hasn’t forgotten the continued teasing from badou.

❝do you like to play games?❞ the sea breeze tickles his nose as wooden boards creak under his footsteps. ❝the arcade here is more FUN when you’re up against someone real - not cpus. or … at least that’s what yamada liked to insist … ❞

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His contact name in Badou's phone is probably 'tightass.' So yes, he should loosen up a tiny bit. Just enough, nothing wild! But teasing his buddy is just another fun thing to do.

"I do play games-- I'm almost shocked you do. Have you played lots of different kinds?" His tone is curious more than mocking, though.

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CAUGHT! THOUGH AFTER A FEW SECONDS, he realises that the words aren't scrutinising and prying, but genuine curiosity. it gives him the confidence to respond with honesty worn upon the sleeve, though he would do so regardless. he'd probably be honest EVEN when held at gunpoint.

a rather dour thought.

❝actually… no, but i'm … OPEN to learning.❞ he smiles weakly, rubbing the back of his neck with a hand. ❝i think being stuck here has finally set in. i can't simply be absorbed in my work forever. why don't you SHOW me what you like to play?❞

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PERHAPS HE OUGHT TO STOP OVERWORKING himself. high strung? certainly, but it seems as though with every attempt to relax and find a new hobby, comes two opportunities to halt a criminal in their tracks or find a new facet of his education to hone and sharpen. he's wondering if he even has it in him to sit back and watch the world go by WITHOUT him.

he's forced himself to sightsee in cotes, to take in the atmosphere and witness all the magic that the ward has to offer. for as long as he's been here, the young man stands out, prim and PROPER, dressed in a modern uniform opposed to a tunic or a chestplate. the citizens weren't kidding when they talk about how different this ward is COMPARED to the rest of the island. he's people watching over a half eaten plate, giving himself something to look at besides the warped grainy wood of his table.

a verbal scuffle breaks out - how UNSURPRISING! - though it isn't near as violent as the movies would lead one to believe. he can't say he's disappointed, watching words exchange over what he believes to be a card game of some sort. well, there goes my relaxation for today, he thinks as his sense of justice only rises. ❝are you going to ALLOW them to do that?❞ he asks to the pale haired man who seemed to be on the receiving end of the assault. 

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HE HAS ALWAYS BEEN, AND RATHER often too at that, been told loosen up and learn to have fun and gain hobbies of his own. in this STAGNANT city, there's genuinely no other pathway for him but to grow. makoto wouldn't want him to lean over the books day in and say out for all eternity, and mondo would certainly ensure his disappointment if he saw kiyotaka EXHAUSTED over his education. 

and he hasn't forgotten the continued teasing from badou.

❝do you like to play games?❞ the sea breeze tickles his nose as wooden boards creak under his footsteps. ❝the arcade here is more FUN when you're up against someone real - not cpus. or … at least that's what yamada liked to insist … ❞

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THIS PARTICULAR LOCATION MAY NOT HAVE been one that he would normally be seen within. the atmosphere is that of a completely different era, aesthetic painted upon with a fantastical brush. but his sensibilities, be that they may, are aligned solely to the prospect of FURTHERING his education. no matter the setting, he would seize such an opportunity without shame. his stance, serious it may be, has done nothing to sway the opinion of the library's draconic matriarch. that straight-laced, perhaps even to a fault, ADHERENCE to authority a boon —- not once has he disobeyed the sacred rules of the library!

but this girl of pale hair has, whether she intended or not. 

his heart thrums in a wild pattern as he stumbles to catch up to the lass, knuckle white grip firmly upon the book she dropped. oh, she does not seem like the sort to have INTENTIONALLY left it, and making a scene besides would rest firmly in the realm of being against the rules of the establishment. so he settles for a light tap on her shoulder instead. ❝try to be more careful,❞ he says ( or is it more of a hiss? ) as he holds up the book she dropped. ❝the head librarian is an absolutely terrifying person. if she sees you leaving things lying around, it'll spell TROUBLE.❞

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"It's really nothin'. I can handle much worse. Back home I.." He paused and frowned. "-I was a pro boxer." He immediately felt odd using the past tense. While he never officially left the association, he certainly wasn't getting in the ring any time soon. But if he wasn't a boxer anymore, then what was he?

Joe wasn't really sure why he was telling this kid about it. The boy seemed like the type to be scared off by that kind of thing, judging from his apparent neatness and disdain for violence.

Joe's expression went back to a cold blankness as he went elsewhere in his thoughts, only half-listening to the other boy, that was, until what he said caught his attention.

"Taken and brought? You too?" Joe stopped in his tracks. He gripped the other boy by his shoulders, suddenly much more animated in his demeanor. "Do you remember who did this? Anything?"

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❝oh, i see.❞ though he may seem prim and proper, claims he'd not DISPUTE, ishimaru is not adverse to sports - not even ones like boxing. eyes light up. it seems he misunderstands the stranger's use of past tense, for he adds with CONVICTION. ❝i am sure with hard work, you'll get back in the ring. this place may be a prison, but it isn't LACKING in facilities.❞

it would be BETTER than picking fights on the street, he's sure.

ishimaru continues to fret, however, in lieu of ACTUAL conversation. words of duty ring hollow in his skull, silently wondering just what he could do to RECTIFY this situation or cheer the stranger up.

❝ah-!❞ he positively FLINCHES at the sudden touch, like an animal with a gaping wound. ❝whoa - easy - i'm right HERE!❞ he splutters in a waterfall of words. ❝i didn't … I didn't SEE who took us, sorry.❞ he bows his head low. ❝i don't even know how anyone COULD have snuck in …❞

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THE STUDENT FOLLOWS UNQUESTIONABLY. PERHAPS IF they were in private, he’d hesitate, but the abundance of patrons and security presence still the nerves of his heart. he’s always been mindful, but the events just prior to his arrival to radial bring him close to downright skittish. a glance of studying eyes for but a moment and then he nods. this could be a unique, perhaps INVALUABLE experience. 

❝mmhm, yes sir. thank you, sir. it means much to know that my efforts are noticed. I hope to be a good example towards others. it means a lot to know that i may be inspiring.❞ it’d take quite a bit of fortitude for him to shake off formalities, already realising a smidge too late that he can speak with less formalities on his tongue. he smiles weakly and lowers his voice, as though WORRIED someone else may hear. ❝truth be told, abstract works aren’t my cup of tea either, but i truly tip my hat to those who work their hardest nonetheless.❞

he’s truly HONEST when he speaks. having studied the bare minimum of art as required learning, he gleaned enough information to know how truly impressive it could be to finish a painting. heart flutters at the thought - truly this must be a museum of hard work!

almost walking straight into zhang san, the student only catches himself in the nick of time. ah, what an INTERESTING test … he complains not, and takes to studying the image with keen eyes. ❝i see …. hm … wonderful craftsmanship. PERSEVERANCE.❞ he doesn’t speak about the image itself, as much as the artist behind it. finger trails, pointing to what could only be considered shaky brush strokes. ❝it … looks like they’ve slipped in a few places. painted in a way that was displeasing to THEIR eyes, but they KEPT working. that’s how i see it.❞

From the corner of his eye, Zhang San watched the diligent young lad close the distance to his form. He remained still, unbothered by the short distance between them. Despite meeting only minutes ago, Zhang San felt connected to the young man. He bore a heavy heart and persevered in face of adversity. Ishimaru constructed himself and made his mark upon the world. Zhang San admired and envied the young man. The youthful soul found himself and remained true in the overpopulated world, a sentient thriving in the sea of strange faces. He, only an apparition, yearned to walk with the child amongst the living.

As Ishimaru began to voice his observations, Zhang San allowed his mind to focus upon the painting, hiding the intrusive thoughts within the darkest recesses of his mind. 

There’s that word: perseverance, the self-same word he used to describe the student. Jealousy flourished within his heart. A mass of chaotic tendrils spinning and tumbling about in a tight knot. It radiated resentment and bitterness, threatening to succumb his heart in the overwhelming emotions. Zhang San bit the inside of his cheek to numb the negative feelings. 

“Huh,” Zhang San mumbled, leaning forward to observe the brush strokes. The desire to be perfect conflicted with the creative energy of expressing art. Zhang San knew that well, utilizing the idea of perfectionism as an excuse not to pick up the canvas and calligraphy brush. “You saw all that…” tempted to make a snide remark, Zhang San bit his cheek again to hold his tongue. “You are… necessary,” he said slowly. “Ah. No, that sounds bad. What I mean to say is that I’m glad that we met, Ishimaru-kun. I like how you look at things. You saw the artist when I saw the meaning. I’d like to become someone– someone that looks at the people more than the idea. If it doesn’t bother you too much to hang out with a homeless thirty-year-old, I’d like us to be friends.” Zhang San desired to be a living being, a complete person and he believed that pretending in the presence of a fulfilled young man like Ishimaru, he could fool his heart.

“The youth have a special way looking at the world, I’d like to learn more about your perspective on things.”

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PERHAPS HE OUGHT TO HAVE BEEN worried - by all regards, he has every reason to be worried. to have endured so much suffering and DESPAIR in a short amount of time, the young adult ought to have closed himself off. but it isn't what naegi would want, and certainly not what mondo would want. for all his perception in analysing the flecks of paint before him, actually understanding human emotion and keying into details is a difficult task. there is no need to worry about zhang san.

but even so, with his REMARKABLE lack of social cues, ishimaru takes note of the silence that fills in the gap. the brief moment of hesitation that hangs in the air with bated breath. the gallery has always been hushed, quiet conversation and footsteps penetrating the silence, but no more. a fist curls under his chin as he looks up to zhang san with EXPECTANT eyes.

❝i see … ❞ he finally says. ❝i-i take no offence to being CONSIDERED necessary.❞ is it something that he ought to have expressed pushback towards? perhaps, but with his goals in mind, he's resolute in his own strengths. his own place in the world. what use is there in talent if there is no hard work or morals to back it up? 

he brushes his palm against the back of his neck. ❝i don't … normally make friends.❞ idle words followed by palms raised outwards ❝well, i mean -— it is usually a case of others not wanting to make FRIENDS with me.❞ a wave of anxiety rushes through his heart - to think that he's being trusted, and in a field with very little first hand experience. it is unknown territory, an expedition he knows not how to prepare for. what do friends even DO together?? ❝i … i won't mind, of course, but you may find that my company is lacking. or that i nag too much. you may even very well REGRET this decision.❞

honest to a fault, he is, for what sort of example would he be if he did not follow his own set of morals? but it certainly doesn't make things any easier to admit. the shame! it doesn't even occur much to him what zhang san would see in him in this very moment. but he's already made two friends before; it isn't much to most, but to him, it means the WORLD. 

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THE RELIEF THE YOUNG MAN EXHALES cannot be contained so easily, he sighs warmly, air rushing through his nose. the young student is relieved that the other takes to helping naturally — though he’d certainly never BOTHER even the kindest daycare attendant or teacher if he could help it — but this, he’d not squander.

❝i think i understand. dad and i … we were really a bit old fashioned, but as long as i UNDERSTAND which icon is which … ❞ there’s a remarkable amount of sleek icons with abstract names on display, just like the ones on his own phone. but the names are what he doesn’t quite recognise. motions are mimicked with his own hands, bringing up the menu on his own phone.

after a few seconds pause, he speaks up again. ❝this doesn’t seem too different from what i’m used to.❞ he’s mature for his age, reading through the text on his own screen with a furrowed brow. ❝are there any other things i should KNOW about this?❞ if spirale has an important app for banking, what over things would the city have apps for? his mind swims through many a busy thought —

❝oh! sir, i’m sorry, i don’t BELIEVE i’ve given you my name.❞ he offers a sharp, PERFECT salute. ❝my name is kiyotaka ishimaru. thank you again so much.❞

▄▀  — “It would be wise to learn all of the ‘icons’ in your own time. I… do not know what they all do." A little hesitant, perhaps, but he had very little reason to use his phone beyond transactions and contact. Perhaps, someday, if Gangrel’s war against the written word became too great of a nuisance, Nabor might finally open the app for 'ebooks’. Yet that future lay in a hypothetical space, and didn’t involve the poor boy fumbling through his phone.

”There is one for talking to people, and for writing,“ he says, like a kindergarten teacher directing an infant. ”It’s the same app, very convenient.“ And that’s where his knowledge ended, glancing back over his phone for anything else important. ”There is a map, and one for books.“ I don’t know how they work, he almost continues, but the boy already stands to attention, wholly unexpected from a human of his age.

”I… am Nabor. It’s a pleasure meeting you.“ A pause, as he mulls over the child’s behaviour. Yet he doesn’t say a word, instead lifting a hand to offer in greeting.

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❝THAT CAN'T BE TOO HARD. THE same symbols seem to carry on, no matter where i go. seems REASONABLY easy to understand.❞ and really, what else does he need to know besides the basics? social media has never been his style, and games are even more of a waste of his time. ❝i am sure you'll eventually understand it all too, sir,❞ he says, offering up encouragement. 

it is an ASTUTE observation ; though he dislikes how the strange man seems to talk down to him, he's gracious enough to let it slide. and obedient towards adults, besides. his responsibility to follow the example of others begs for kindness as well. he would be a poor example if he was RUDE.

so he grins and bears it, so to speak, taking the offered hand with his own surprisingly strong grip. and shakes. ❝thank you again. this technology isn't far off from the tech of my home … though not having physical currency is a STRANGE thing to grow used to. it feels odd not to have a wallet in my pocket.❞

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ONE OF HIS BIGGEST FEARS, OH, perhaps even the biggest of them all, is the fear of being caught up in trouble. he’s always worn upon his chest a badge of decency. a MORAL upstanding. it isn’t something he takes lightly and though, while once he was certain that he’d never fall prey to evil, the young man now feels …doubts.

what if i reached the point where i had to KILL to survive?

he’s tugged from his thoughts, like a hook PRESSED into his center and yanking him forth. a gamble, he’s taken, by cutting through less than orderly streets to his destination. there’s lots of UNPLEASANT places in fibonacci, nooks and crannies where the upper echelon can ignore with upturned noses. the young man despises this mentality where something besides hard work is what pays off. he didn’t expect to see anyone else here, however, much less someone in his own age group.

much less someone who proves how LAWLESS these streets could be.

❝did you seriously just get in a fight? these back streets are DANGEROUS.❞ he’s aware suddenly of how hypocritical he sounds. biting back further words to fish out a handkerchief. ❝god, you’re face is going to bruise. and - and is your nose BROKEN?❞ 

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“I’m fine.” Joe said in a low voice. In truth, he wasn’t that hurt. He was tired. Joe could not for the life of him remember how long he’d been trudging along the narrow, dirty streets.

Joe wasn’t sure why he picked the fight either. Maybe he was worried his fists were growing dull without his training regimen. Most of the people he passed by in this place just stared at him. A punch was better than nothing at all; it was a language he could understand.

He looked the stranger up and down. Joe had yet to meet anybody here around his own age. Joe took notice of the guy’s school uniform.

“You.. live around here? With your parents?”

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UPON FURTHER SCRUTINY, THE OTHER YOUNG man doesn't look as injured as he first expected, but ishimaru knows, perhaps grimly, that wounds do not always lie on the surface. he sighs. ❝well, you CERTAINLY look like you've been through the ringer.❞ with no concrete proof that the teen before him is a criminal, he can only sigh and fuss. 

the question surprises him, and stings, even, though he highly DOUBTS that the other intended to stab where it hurts most. eyes close as he swallows his composure. ❝my father is not here with me, no. i was taken and BROUGHT here.❞ he plucks at the hem of his sleeve. i don't even know if he's still alive. ❝i do go to the university here. the uniform is - well, a habit, i suppose.❞

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❝I DON'T REALLY SEE WHAT'S THE big deal about this —- i hardly lie to begin with.❞ he sneezes, pollen EXPELLING in a cloud. a truth he speaks. most his secrets are unknown to even his own ears, and others, well … it can't be hard to find someone trustworthy about those, right …? doubt creeps into the grooves of his bones and threatens to CHOKE him. arms pull close to his chest. ❝though -- there are people who can weaponise even the SMALLEST weakness. practically cowards, the lot of them -❞

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HE’S NEVER BEEN FOND OF THE autumnal rain, particularly not when the weather is on the fringe of turning for the worst. admittedly spirale isn’t near as bad as some places could be – he recalls a memory of an exchange student from canada always LAMENTING the heavy snows that would arrive as early as november. he never before experienced something quite so worrisome in the winter, and he hopes he never will.

he’s not one to leave his housing without an umbrella if the forecast so much as suggests the LIKELIHOOD of rain and this day is no exception. most of his fellow citizens are of a similar mind, with one exception. he lifts his gaze to the rather large stranger, eyes watching from the shadows and ill dressed for the occasion. certainly a strange behaviour, but he’s met those with stranger quirks in hope’s peak.

❝you can use mine, if you’re AFRAID of catching a cold.❞

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Rain! It felt nice against his skin as the small droplet of water hit against his flesh, Ron wasn’t sure what made the weather felt nice, but never seeing one in his life for so long, touching it had him memorized. He could tell those around him seemed to be avoid it, Ron wasn’t sure why that was the case until he felt a small sneeze to his lips, he may not catch a cold and get sick, didn’t mean it doesn’t affect him. 

Ron didn’t expect someone to care enough for his well being, how strange is it to find someone who wanted to help, he was a stranger after all, and to a stranger, you need to be at least skeptical. Yet, the individual before him doesn’t seemed to be fazed by it. The object they held did caught his attention, it seems they did noticed his gaze and decide to speak. Not knowing their claim, he’ll simply reach over to touch the umbrella, patting it as the drop of water seemed to bounce off the surface. 

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A SILENT ONE. GENTLE GIANT, PERHAPS. he has plenty of questions, of course. most of the struggling people he's met before in the past were on the vocal side. whether it be because of vices or some mad innate desire to let their voices be HEARD. he wants to understand, to hope for a future where giant, quietindividuals need not to walk through puddles with bare feet.

❝what's wrong?❞ perhaps the stranger who does not own an umbrella would be unfamiliar with one. ishimaru doesn't pull away, but instead raises the object up to COVER the stranger's head. ❝see? it isn't raining on you any more.❞

the stranger's pats against the umbrella are mirrored by the smaller male, showing how the drops just bounce right off the surface around them. ❝it doesn't feel too bad when it's this light, i suppose, but you can still CATCH a cold.❞ any thoughts of going so far as to jump into the puddles and make a fool of himself are immediately quashed. ❝is there anywhere you need to go?❞

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IT HAS ALWAYS BEEN A TOP priority to maintain peak health, and while the young man has no extraordinary physical abilities to his name, he makes no excuse about his shortcomings. hard work can and will pay off -- he swears by it. brows curl together with all the seriousness of someone in the heart of WAR, heart thrumming in a steady pattern. morning jogs have been a part of his routine for as long as he could remember, working hard even before starting the school day. when is he not busy?

nevertheless, he still knows his limits, crawling to a steady pace as he takes to the netwalk. breathing steadies, throat parched. even with this habit cultivated for years and years, he's not INFALLIBLE. eyes focus upon his own reflection within the glass of a vending machine, tiredness resting in the dark circles under that gaze. crouching down, he fishes for spiralzon wallet, ordering a bottle of water to cool off. the thing jolts, two bottles instead tumbling out. the young man blinks, holding the spare up to the nearest person. she looks like she's been EXERCISING too:

❝excuse me, i've got a SPARE. hydration is important too - please take it.❞

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To see if Unohana was still rusty in her sword, she had to train to the basics once again asides from some people were not too far due to her intimidating presence. She would test it in real combat but would not rather to cause any trouble from the locals as it can be bad for her reputation as former captain.

To Unohana, peace is fine but she misses the thing she loved most which is to fight. After all, she is the first ‘Kenpachi’ of Soul Society and nothing will change it. Holding off the swings as she saw someone offering her a drink, perhaps she would not decline the offer.

“You knew i was thirsty. I guess even shinigami had to drink too sometimes.” She takes the spare from the person as she drinks it after opening it. Seems like one of those drinking cans from the World of the Living but that doesn’t matter.

“Were you here on training as well?” She asked.

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❝I TRY TO BE OBSERVANT. ONE could say that it is my duty to ensure others are healthy.❞ he puffs out his chest in pride; he's not the sort to overindulge in these feelings, but they FLUTTER, nonetheless. there's a certain boost to his mental health at being useful, at his hard work paying off.

he holds his tongue at the mention of a shinigami - the word not necessarily familiar but well understood. is it a title or the name of her species? ishimaru has been around radial long enough to not balk at the supernatural. it … isn't his business unless it continues to crop up. death may be frightening, but it is still NATURAL.

❝yes ma'am. jogging … exercise to be more PRECISE.❞ slick sweat is brushed away from his brow. ❝i've been at it for a while - already got a mile under my belt.❞ breathless, he's thankful for the conversation, eagerly quenching his thirst with a swig of his bottle. ❝it is good that you're keeping your body SHARP.❞

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ONE OF HIS BIGGEST FEARS, OH, perhaps even the biggest of them all, is the fear of being caught up in trouble. he's always worn upon his chest a badge of decency. a MORAL upstanding. it isn't something he takes lightly and though, while once he was certain that he'd never fall prey to evil, the young man now feels …doubts.

what if i reached the point where i had to KILL to survive?

he's tugged from his thoughts, like a hook PRESSED into his center and yanking him forth. a gamble, he's taken, by cutting through less than orderly streets to his destination. there's lots of UNPLEASANT places in fibonacci, nooks and crannies where the upper echelon can ignore with upturned noses. the young man despises this mentality where something besides hard work is what pays off. he didn't expect to see anyone else here, however, much less someone in his own age group.

much less someone who proves how LAWLESS these streets could be.

❝did you seriously just get in a fight? these back streets are DANGEROUS.❞ he's aware suddenly of how hypocritical he sounds. biting back further words to fish out a handkerchief. ❝god, you're face is going to bruise. and - and is your nose BROKEN?❞ 

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[♥] @ultimorals a flash of white pulls her back to reality, away from the swarming thoughts her wandering mind had gotten caught up in. Instinct moves her hand to catch the end of his sleeve between her thumb and forefinger. she doesn't even realize what she's doing until it's too late. she's a long way from home, and this boy isn't a white blood cell ... she doesn't recognize anything about him.  3803's face goes pale. she'd forgotten where she was. both embarrassment and terror flood her senses as her hand snaps back to her side, releasing him. her chest feels tight and cold. ❝ sorry! ❞ she cries. ❝ I thought you were somebody else for a second, i'm so sorry.  ❞

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HE'S RATHER ACCUSTOMED TO BEING APPROACHED by strangers, individuals of all sorts seeking out his ear. a side effect, he can only assume, of his upstanding demeanor. within school walls, it is his responsibility, his DUTY to offer assistance. and he certainly plays that part well, with his prim dress in a pristine white uniform. 

facial features churn, a mixture of his usual serious demeanor and the patience of someone with a good heart. i ought to be kinder to others. a smile, STRAINED it may be, still touches his lips.

❝ah! please, don't be scared. honest mistakes are COMMON and shouldn't be grounds for punishment.❞ admittedly, he can be a bit too harsh on most days, but once misunderstandings are smoothed out, he's quick to apologise. ❝judging by your quick actions … am i wrong to guess that you haven't been here long?❞

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HALLOWEEN, AS A HOLIDAY HAS NEVER been on his radar before his kidnapping, and to be honest, it hardly is on his radar now. he wouldn't go to such lengths as to forbid the day from his presence, but he's quite rather put out with it. perhaps, … oh, perhaps if he wasn't such an easy target to PRANKSTERS, he could enjoy the day in moderation.

but alas.

❝-really not in the mood for someone to tell me that i'm no fun.❞

he's grumbling aloud to a bystander, not really paying attention to who they could be. he's already a MESS of emotions, throwing out bundles of toilet paper wasted on ‘decorating’ the face of his apartments. just how someone managed to find where he lives specifically is both admirable and remarkably annoying. 

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[ultimorals]

HE'S NEVER BEEN FOND OF THE autumnal rain, particularly not when the weather is on the fringe of turning for the worst. admittedly spirale isn't near as bad as some places could be -- he recalls a memory of an exchange student from canada always LAMENTING the heavy snows that would arrive as early as november. he never before experienced something quite so worrisome in the winter, and he hopes he never will.

he's not one to leave his housing without an umbrella if the forecast so much as suggests the LIKELIHOOD of rain and this day is no exception. most of his fellow citizens are of a similar mind, with one exception. he lifts his gaze to the rather large stranger, eyes watching from the shadows and ill dressed for the occasion. certainly a strange behaviour, but he's met those with stranger quirks in hope's peak.

❝you can use mine, if you're AFRAID of catching a cold.❞

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