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𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕒 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪, 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝
ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ / ꜱᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ / ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ . ʟᴏᴡ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠɪᴛʏ . ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴇꜱᴛ. 2013 ( ᴘʀᴏᴍᴏ ) .
ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ, ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴏᴡɴ ʀɪꜱᴋ . ʀᴜʟᴇꜱ & ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ / ᴘʟᴀʏʟɪꜱᴛ / ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋᴇʀ / ᴍᴇᴍᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘɪʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ . ( for the convenience of mobile users: carrd )
ᴛʀᴀɢɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʙᴇᴛᴀ . ᴅɴɪ: ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟꜱ / ᴘʀᴏ-ꜱʜɪᴘᴘᴇʀꜱ ( & ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛ ) / ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ .
𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕗 𝕘𝕠𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕤, 𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕗 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕝
" yo, you think this is tough, right? check it out -- i got a matching set for you, too! we're matchiiiiiing. "
the exasperation on her face holds fast as gold speaks; and as if he understands that she will not believe him until she (regrettably) sees proof of his words, he reaches into the bag and pulls out a second, equally gaudy pair of shorts.
... why did they actually have to say 'juicy' on the back?
"you have got to be shitting me --"
attempt to remain minimally fazed? failed, and spectacularly at that. she hops up from the bench, arms lifted by her sides & hands tense as though she'd been two seconds from lunging for the new-bought clothing item.
"you don't even know my size!?" unless he somehow did, in which the mystery of how he found that out was arguably more important. "y-you can't tell me i look like the type of person to wear those!"
@htcher
" see, your whole problem is that you're jacking off physically, but neglecting to jack off mentally and spiritually, dude. "
... ... ... ... ... what the fuck.
"did you hit your head on the corsola last time i pushed you in? i think i need to make you hit it again to reset you -"
@htcher
“ excuse my ego . ” ( satoru, to hiko )
"i respectfully decline," tone's tired as she responds without hesitation, peering around geto's arm (almost) reluctantly. he'd stepped between them; the incessant back-and-forth betwixt herself & gojo, objectively, had been grating.
they'd only just met.
her, tired from a day's travel & irritable from the bombardment of her senses from just the short time she's been in tokyo.
lip curls, and takehiko's mouth twists as though she's eaten something unexpectedly sweet. "your 'ego' is not excused. you don't even look like you fit the reputation that reached us in okinawa. to my understanding you were supposed to be cool. you look like a dweeb -- and sound like one."
"Hm. No shit...you were in the mix back then, huh?"
Lucy raises her eyebrows (along with her glass) as Takehiko dredges up the memories of organizations past. Aqua and Magma. Harmless enough on their faces, but such insidious movements frequently are. (And they had nearly succeeded in their destructive plots. Only a few acts of heroism--seasoned with a couple lucky miracles--prevented Hoenn's absolute destruction.)
"hmph," a puff of air through her nostrils is all that comes in response. perhaps in that 'other world' nonsense existence zinnia spouted, lucy had joined aqua -- that would be 'another life', would it not? though for such a theory to be entertained, the prerequisite would be for takehiko to take such a possibility seriously. the glass lifts to her lips once more as she listens to lucy's honest recount of experience with the sea between here & there… and not once pacifidlog itself. the curve of her lips which grows into being largely lacks the joy & light typically accompanied by the expression known as a smile, but even so… it is not one that is mocking or fabricated. perhaps it can be described as something wistful.
"for as many people that fancy mirage island and dream of chasing something so out of reach, we scarcely see anyone -- you're right on that." in the curl of her fist, her thumb reaches upward & applies pressure to index finger's knuckle, cracking the joint of the digit closest to the center of her hand, "there are kids who don't remember the last time an honest-to-rayquaza tourist showed up -" be they too young too have retained the experience, or not born at all, "- and of course the occasional sailor simply passing through - or getting their ass saved by yours truly - doesn't count."
takehiko leans, hooking an arm against the top of the couch as she looks to the pike queen & lets her head tilt. the expression from earlier changes slightly: into something more of a smirk riddled with amusement in opposition to the more severe, unhappy one which had appeared only a short while ago. ( a skeptic, huh? this'll be good. )
"it exists, too." a pause, just enough for a mind engaged with the conversation to second-guess itself -- because such a delay in saying so usually was not the way to go. "mirage island, i mean. i've been. gotten bushels of liechi berries more than once. had to keep tons of wynaut at bay while i gathered them all." pesky things...
"it hasn't been visible in about two years, though... so it'll probably show up again sooner rather than later. if you want, i could send you a message if it does -- ?"
a warm & non-judgemental smile now graced the snipers lips as she listened on. the struggles of the girl were easily solved, which she'd make sure of. the mention of others STARING though made her brows furrow & smile falter. riza had always disliked it when people simply stared, probably consumed by JUDGEMENTAL THOUGHTS / PRE - ESTABLISHED PREJUDICE of any kind. allowing her military self to shimmer down entirely, her motherly / kind nature took over as the blonde offered the girl her hand.
❛ let's go then . i'll help you with finding a store & if you want i can give you something for now . ❜ getting a cardigan ( soft burgundy wool / selfmade ) out of her bag that she carried with her for EMERGENCIES , she offered it gently. it would suit the girl more than it did her & it would make her happy to know that she'd be better dressed for the climate here. she was such a pretty person ; a protectiveness familiar to the blonde surged through her.
"you can --?" she's cut off, moment of surprise absorbing words as a knit sweater is pushed toward her. though the woman's hand had reached into her bag, such an item was not what she expected to be produced. equal to the gentleness with which it's offered, takehiko's hands extend slowly to support the item as she pulls it toward herself. her eyes drop, vibrant crimson of her eyes taking in the dark red knit. her left hand lifts, gently smoothing over the top of the plush clothing.
"this is … lovely," her head tilts slightly, now taking hold of the shoulders of it so that it unfurls before her / temporarily blocks her sight from the woman, "is it hand-made?" a once-over of the full item reveals one stitch slightly larger than others right toward the end, where the entire object had been finished, most likely. without waiting for a response, she turns it 'round & pulls it overtop her head. arms slip through the sleeves and with a couple wiggles of her shoulders, the item settles into place over her form.
her eyes fall to look it over, and takehiko's arms lift out to the side. shoulders rotate some, making the cardigan sway gently against her form. "this is very cozy," arms lift slightly, and hands fall to her chest, fingertips very gently crossing across her sternum as she looks down. "and the color… it… matches my eyes."
sort of; it's a shade of red / she'll take it... temporarily.
"it's very warm, too." a small smile comes to life on her lips, and gaze lifts to meet the woman's own. "my name; you can call me takehiko."
quick sidenote (doesn't apply to many but general addendum) in hiko's pokeverse zinn,ia is now fucking dead btw she killed herself before entering the sky pillar bc she and hiko clashed and death was the only loss she could accept
he laughs --- a chortle , really , a snicker trying its best not to seem too mocking or cruel . PR clearly wasn't one of takehiko's talents , but he might have been sorry for placing a weapon into the space of an awkward spokesperson to begin with . ' rich history , ' is the only remark that he settles on , ' got it . '
he tucks away the various facts he's been given into his thoughts and is left with a trace of relief on his expression . ( ... thank goodness . i'm really glad . ) better than friends could be family ; for as much as he couldn't say anything of his --- daisuke's own considerate members , an immediate comfort at the sheer thought of each member remained .
' if it personally suits you , then it's for the best . i don't usually get involved in any games with gangs . they can hold some pretty nasty grudges ... ' yakuza , yakuza-eaters or otherwise . ' but , well , that doesn't mean i haven't still stolen from them . sorry to say i don't make exceptions : if even your "family" happened to have something i wanted , it'd be mine . '
his laugh is mischievous here ; he lets the sharp tips of his teeth freely flash at the oblivious city scenery down below . ' it's good you're all careful , at least . the only fun of prison is getting out of it --- ah , guess i'm a bad kid . '
"being honest, we really only hold grudges when you make it personal to one of us... even when we were gettin' shit thrown through our window tellin' us to leave the city we weren't really bothered compared to times a single person was targeted." just so happened to be anna in that same instance, but... details. she can't help but cast a smirk over her shoulder to him, "sure we wouldn't be happy if you got sticky fingers for our stuff but... well, you wouldn't get a fireball shootin' you out of the sky, at least."
-- or roasting him like a duck.
somehow the latter seemed far more likely.
" 'nuff about that though, a prison break sounds way more interesting. even i can't claim --" ... could she? ... nah. "-- to have done that myself." that hesitation was obvious; even she's aware of that. thus she comes clean, landing upon the next building. "totally waited for a guy to bust himself out, though, and raised hell once he did. do elaborate... ?"
When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights, Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty’s best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express’d Even such a beauty as you master now. So all their praises are but prophecies Of this our time, all you prefiguring; And for they looked but with divining eyes, They had not skill enough your worth to sing: For we, which now behold these present days, Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.
Within all tender's, all benign's that are within - all thankfulness, all swaying notions and gentle dispositions of sunlike and of tall, are all for @Valkyrrhic's domes of gracious and beau!<зз
Thousands of thank-you's are for your hands, thousands of adore's are for your benigns!
there was a calm expression on uzumaki's face as he listened. azure's remaining SKY - BLUE indicating no anger brewing deep within jinchuriki. as she finished talking a chuckle slipped past lips, whiskers lifted as he SMILED WARMLY ; shaking head slightly. golden locks ( curling lightly at growing ends ) embracing the mans sunkissed frame, naruto simply remained seated. it was true that he had other intentions for the biju's back then following what they wanted / what they deserved all this time in WISHING / DECIDING for their future after the fight. yet, he could tell that his friend wasn't angry with their charge at all.
the chakra was calm , uzumaki able to feel the flow of the biju after what they've BEEN THROUGH TOGETHER . being a sensor & connected to so many tailed beasts had its advantages ; the blond forever changed. there was no way telling every way it influenced him yet, but naruto wasn't UNAWARE of it.
❛ there's no need to apologize to me . you've done nothing wrong . it was my wishes . . but it's up to the biju's to DECIDE , 'ttebayo . i sense no anger , i feel like she's content . don't worry . ❜ a hint of sage coloring around hues, but not orange crimson red in color as he's aquired fox & frog sage forms appeared. his smile was soft as he uncapped his water, taking a sip. it's been a long day of traveling afterall, staying hydrated was important even for uzumaki naruto.
them being CONTENT / HAPPY is all he & hagoromo wanted back in that moment ; free or with someone. it was up to each bijuu to choose naruto concluded. as long as they were not used as weapons again he wouldn't do anything. there was still a talk to be had with the raikage just making sure their INTENTIONS were not to have an upper hand against the other nations that have lost their tailed beasts. it was a delicate topic as he & kurama remained together ; but he made it STELLAR CLEAR that he was not a weapon of violence between shinobi nations.
he was a peace - bringer, someone to break through the course of hatred. the uzumaki wouldn't dare to disturb that or betray his ambitions. if someone ever dared to use him as a weapon against other nations there'd be H E L L to pay for that person.
takehiko's eyes fall to the fire; absently does she lift the fish to her mouth once more & take a bite… another… and chew each quietly when naruto speaks. there's a subtle haze that moves across her eyes / not dissimilar to morning's fog in kumogakure; the clouds could quietly absorb each building before one could fully realize what was happening. the natural phenomena could swallow the village whole in a matter of minutes, yet everyone (from new genin to seasoned elders… nobody could put themselves beyond the will of the world) would swear it had happened in a blink.
-- that is how quickly as the distance in her expression enters, settles, and dissipates.
"matatabi didn't want this, though." admission's whispered quietly / the saviour's age & experience is enough for him to understand her transparency may be viewed as treachery by some. "she was drained from the war, still, when my bullheaded cousin -" of some degree, that is ultimately what the raikage was, "- led an elite unit of jounin to where our sensors had last detected matatabi's lingering essence. all the while, kept it secret from bii 'cause he would've opposed it."
the skewer in her hand is rotated, and in three rapid ( large ) bites, takehiko consumes the remaining edible portions of the fish. the remnants are tossed within the flames to return to ash. she's quiet, chewing while her words begin to take root. "he wasn't gonna take 'no' for an answer, so, she only 'agreed' -" the word's growled with reluctance, "- on the circumstance she wouldn't be sealed into a child once again, as she was with yuugito no kimi. it laid all jounin's souls bare; judged each of them without mercy and stripped away the essence of each person 'til who they were at their core was all that remained..." takehiko's legs uncross, allowing an elbow to hook against its same side's knee, "... the only thing that was matatabi's full choice was me, and even then it wasn't easy to learn how to work with her. took me three years 'cause the 'me' she was willing to work with was the 'me' she saw in my soul, not the 'me' i was at the time." she sighs somewhat, only to feel the bijuu's amused purr in the lower recesses of her consciousness.
"i know she wants to be free. i know she wants to walk with the spirit of the earth, and fears humans for this very reason," a hand lifts to the placement of her seal, "but... i don't want to die prematurely, and she's not willing to kill me. best i can do is promise her to live in seclusion leading up to my expiration, so that she may avoid being hunted outright."
Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems Song for a red nightgown
smiling calmingly , a soft curve meant to ease the girls worries & obvious jumpiness the woman kept a few steps between them. it seemed like the right choice to give her the space to freely turn / leave if wanted although she looked like a lost puppy in a big store. even with the comparison so light hearted though, the soldier kept her senses sharp & eyes keen. you NEVER KNOW what kind of people hide behind the mask of a lost person. even the most innocent looking people could hide A MONSTER behind the kindest smiles she's learned. a painful lesson.
she still wore scars from those times masks have been too perfect , too convincing ; when GUARD has been lowered & trust was given just to be betrayed. hurt. even then, riza tried not to let heart harden entirely. there was GENUINELY GOOD people existing, she needed to believe that. she did not want to turn cold / uncaring.
❛ i can't blame you . the town can be quite big to get familiar with & pinpoint the locations of things in . is there anything you're looking for right away ? are you all alone here ? ❜ not bothering to ask for her parents / other family as SADLY there was many / far too many orphans around.
the inquiry is unexpected, another something in quick succession the girl had not expected from the woman. it is not just her; since dublith she has very quickly realized the majority would rather pretend they do not perceive her. that alone gives rise to subtle uncertainty, guarded readily by a blink & quiet straightening that allows her hand to lift to her chest easily.
she uses her body language to convey appreciation, and takes a moment to gather up her knowledge of the amestrian language.
"i am alone; i arrived in the south from across the desert. the climate and overall layout of the towns --" dirt roads, hot sun above, open-air streets, "-- made my outfit fine." it offered little skin coverage; fitting for one in a location that created a very legitimate risk of overheating. "now that i'm in a different city with different climate, i need better clothes." she pauses, her lips pulling taught in a moment's consideration & frustration at having no understanding of 'why'... "if people's jumpiness when they look at me is any indicator, i believe i need sunglasses as well."
Anna Akhmatova, You will hear thunder Selected poems (1961-1963)
( takehiko-san ... ) would it have been cruel to admit to his lack of surprise ? he's felt out the breadth of her allowances for a time ; not just anyone wouldn't mind a thief , fewer still trying to carry themselves an even worse sinner . he already knew that takehiko tried to build herself out of something like reversed justice : vengeance and bitterness and inexhaustible wrath that surely spilled blood in the dark . she perpetually stoked her flames despite loving the crystal clear sea and its blue tides , and he considered himself fortunate to have always received little else from her beyond this fluid sentimentality and a tame warmth .
' you don't get lonely ? ' he asks bluntly , wondering if her honesty wouldn't suddenly shy away from the question . to confess that one was avoided was simple --- to admit that it could , and sometimes did ache or hurt was often far more complex . ' i might be the most popular ... or even the most talented undesirable , but azumano still has its criminal varieties . --- well , at least in daylight , just about everyone looks the same . '
his smile , carefree and easygoing , gradually returns again as he makes his own following leap after takehiko . ' --- how do you feel about cafes ? '
"ah... 'lonely' ?" she was more alone than most - even those of the ones she's about to cite - but there'd not been a moment she could distinctly pin that feeling as being one to register. that didn't mean it had never occurred, but... "i wouldn't say so. there's a group that i've been a part of since i was sixteen." well, she'll be honest. more honest than she's been previously, "you'd probably more readily call it a gang; those guys are my family." there's pause in her step, and she turns to look at him for sake of watching his response & not bothering to hide the fact she does so.
"everyone in this city knows of us 'cause..." how the hell to phrase this for someone who had just barely been granted the slightest of peeks into the truth? "uh..." she figures she should have thought of this beforehand, "there was a gang before us, sorta similar, who... were... domestic terrorists?"
that one usually goes over like a lead balloon.
"we're not, obviously... but we're enough that we can eat the yakuza for breakfast. not literally." she turns & moves once more, "that all said: point 'a' and 'b' together give people more than enough reason to regard us negatively. collectively our rap sheets could probably encircle a city block, but we play by the rules -" sometimes bent them, more than once roped the blues into outright breaking them & leaving a mess for golds to clean up, but never fully disregarding them, "- so none of us are about to wind up in prison."
ADRIENNE RICH x MOSS ANGEL THE UNDYING x ANA MENDIETA
‘The Burning of Paper Instead of Children’, Collected Poems: 1950 – 2012 (2016);
Sea-Witch Vol. 2: Girldirt Angelfog (2017);
Untitled: Silueta Series (1978), Super-8 film, colour, silent
he had his wings ; wouldn't it have been just as well to fit into his arms and guide him with direction ? the thought comes at the price of a tug in his heart and an erupting shout in his mind --- ( that's way too embarrassing !! ) yet the great phantom thief only grins . when the truth of you was as pitch and hollow as an empty theater , the slightest sound would firmly reverberate ; the subtle thrum in his chest pleases him , just as much as takehiko's voice does making its way through the canals of his ears .
' ... i wouldn't mind guiding you around azumano some time , you know . ' it's an idle thought , and though he's sure that takehiko would have ended up with some difficulties in adjusting or accepting his provincial home's differences , he was still equally certain that the visit would have left her with a unique experience better than it was worse . ' everything for me is either all the way up in places like here , or down there , in places like those . '
he points to an alleyway . its black shadows , stagnant and empty of the populace crowding through the main roads . ' not the friendliest types to be usually found in 'em , if anyone at all . but , well , if it's keeping a secret from civvies , you can trust me . ' he flashes her a wink --- he can't help it . ' shouldn't that be obvious ? i might be charming , but you're still spending time with an infamous phantom thief . '
subtle mirth remains in takehiko's expression; the curve of her mouth seems to deepen incrementally, and the hand which had lifted to let her finger lay light against her lips unfurls with the gentle flick of her wrist. "a phantom thief would be the least of my worries compared to civilians, i assure you." she steps closer to the edge, a small bend at the waist to peer down into the alley, " 'specially since the usual sort i interact with can be found in that place..." and all its wonderful implications, as dark had so correctly pointed out. "... and they're certainly the least savory of the 'unfriendlies'."
"i'll be honest with you -" a glance is cast toward dark as she straightens, before she begins to walk across the roof, at last heading the direction of their destination, "- i'm definitely along the lines of the 'unfriendly' type people here in shizume avoid by dodging alleyways." she shrugs, unbothered by the fact, "it'd probably be the same in azumano from vibes alone, but a tour wouldn't be bad..."
she jumps, easily, to the next building & continues after a moment, "... locals know where the best stuff is, too."
❝ 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞, my wager was also one that would have required me to jump from the tower. that's only fair ♥ ❞
yumeko leans forward, gingerly picking up her mug. she slides a palm beneath the porcelain for stability before tilting it to her lips. following a sip, she continues on with a mirth most would deem out of place.
❝ i bet that i'd never gamble again ! thank goodness i won the game...hehe. i can't say with total certainty that i would've landed on a safety mat. i might not have been as lucky as igarashi-san was. ❞
another sip of tea, followed by a pleasant hum as she savors its warmth. if she's aware of the implications of her statement, she's unbothered by them.
❝ do you have anything like that, takehiko-san? ❞ she asks with pointed interest, ❝ i understand that you'd not wager something with that sort of value were the potential reward not proportionate, but is there something that comes to mind if you were to 'bet it all' ? ❞
╰───────➤ ♥ ⋆｡ continued from w/ @valkyrrhic
a quiet scoff ( amazement of some degree, truly, upon beginning to understand yumeko in greater clarity ) sounds as takehiko mirrors the other woman's movements, and the subtle curl of her lips toward something that could arguably be amusement indicates a lack of severe judgement where many would likely be inclined to cast it.
one arm crosses overtop her waist, and the elbow of the same arm holding the tea mug bends atop it as she stares into the liquid... but she looks up readily when a question is posed to her.
... a good one, too.
"hm..." a hum sounds deep in her throat, and after a moment her head tilts while golden eyes drift somewhere far away from where the two of them sit on her couch. what would she consider 'betting it all' ? it's as their feline guest hops onto the couch between the two of them that clarity's regained, and takehiko lifts the cup to her lips, speaking into the beverage much as she speaks to yumeko, "... it would have to be my affiliation with the howling flame."
a swallow of tea sees her arm relax / underside of the cup balanced against her knee. aka-shiisaa curls between them, head against yumeko's thigh.
"i've been with them for nearly a decade now; i genuinely can't envision my life without them. there was a time about four years ago... it looked like we were gonna disband. the one we all looked to for guidance even closed down the bar that functions as our headquarters, said it was over. worst months i can think of were those spent waitin' and hopin' that wouldn't be forever."
