casualry no more

index "Whatever happens after this, you'd better not forget me. Because you and me are going to make a world where anything can be changed if you have the will." • rank 「nobody」 • housed in 「district ALPHA」 • able to use 「AGI」 3 times daily • carries a 「wooden sword」

[waruiwalter]

a cool and tough introduction survey:

name: megan

your catchphrase:  i hecked up

fav emoji/emoticon:  (*´・ｖ・)✿

favorite color scheme: colors schemes w/ purple

favorite type of monster: pegasus

something real cool that you can do:  play piano

a song you want to share with your followers:  the cheek of night

top 3 characters of all time: kou ichijo, walter, annie leonhardt

what pets do you have:  2 boston terriers, 2 cats, 1 turtle

your hogwarts house: i've been told ravenclaw but i don't know anything about harry potter ;;

favorite pokemon: lugia

[waruiwalter]

ooc; um... hello!!! i've been very very busy with school for the past, what is it, three weeks? but i'm back now! my apologies ;; i guess i should get up to speed and make an open or something hm...

[cittamemes]

Ask the mun time!

1. Why did you choose the character you play?

2. Do you associate yourself with this character in any way?

3. What do you like most about the character you play?

4. What do you dislike about your character?

5. Has your character grown/changed in any way since being brought to the Hive?

6. Are you confident in this muse?

7. Do you have role models among the muns?

8. Do you see yourself keeping this muse?

9. How do you deal with writer’s block?

10. Are there any songs you associate with your muse?

11. If you could tell your character something right now what would it be?

12. Do you think you and your character would get along in real life?

[fillingboxes]

Send me a ❃

1st person gets a rose

2nd person gets a kiss on the cheek

3rd person gets to sleep in my bed

4th person gets a kiss on the lips

5th person gets a confession

[tenganxtamamitsune]

ヨナタンとパン屋デートがしたいです | by ゆずず

[luxurorsamurai]

[Event!01] Corruption

[luxurorsamurai]

There was something wrong with his eyes. Jonathan could clearly see Walter, but at the same time he could see him. That gold fitted clothing, those wings — Lucifer was standing there before him in the same spot Walter was. It was Walter, Jonathan knew it was Walter. There was Walter’s voice calling out to him - Walter approaching him —

L͝u̸͠cif̷ȩ͠r҉̛ ̧͢͜gr̢ab̸b́͞ì͜n͝g h͘í͡m.̨́́

The glitch seemed to become more apparent. Sometimes one Wing came into focus, the other distorted, or not even there at all before flickering into existence. He knew that Walter was only grabbing him in earnest - wracked with worry — trying to h̀ú̸̶͘r̢t̨͜͜͢͡ him.

Hands reached out, reacting quickly to the tight grip. Fingers encircled that throat. He touched both material of the scarf around the other’s neck, as well as the flesh it defended. Squ͏èez҉e͞.̕ C̨͠hok҉̛e̵.̸҉ K̨̢̡͢ì̴͘͝l͏͜l̶͘͟͢-́͏̕͞-҉̨͟—

Jonathan physically flinched at the corruption echoing in his head. So much noise, so many things at once he didnt know what way was up anymore. His grip on Walter’s throat faltered, and Jonathan tore away from the son of Chaos’ grip, stumbling back and clutching at his head.

“̶͜Ļ̷͞u͏-̷̧-̸c̷̨if͡ ̴̡͠ ̡͘er̨,” His voice crackled, sights wavering, form glitching and jumping from one image to another. Traces of Merkabah appearing and vanishing and altering with each glitch. He could not longer tell. Was he still Jonathan? Was he the Charriot of God? Or was he something else? Something worse and evil that even Lucifer would wish to dispose of?

"W-Wal̨̢e̸̕͘ ̵-̶͞-̧́͝te͜͡r͠?” 

[waruiwalter]

Walter's breath hitched in his throat at the feel of smooth fingers--colder than he remembered, far too cold--encircling his neck. Walter trembled, but his hold on Jonathan's shoulders did not falter. It was strange, the way his mind seemed to clear with the other's fingers coiling around his neck. You would think his thoughts would become murkier with the lack of oxygen flowing through his system. His trachea felt as though it had been sealed off by Jonathan's strong--too strong--and yet Walter felt his strange glitching cease. There was no distant repetition of "Merkabah" in the corners of his mind, even as he met Jonathan's unwavering golden gaze. He could see the wings flickering in and out of view on the other, and Walter deliberated for a moment. The pads of Jonathan's fingers were soft, no matter how hard their grip. Their gentle texture reminded Walter of how he had thought the wings of an angel might feel against his skin...

He watched with careful eyes as Jonathan flinched, hard, before releasing his grip on Walter's throat and stumbling backward, out of Walter's hands. The samurai choked, breathing deeply in between the coughs that racked his chest, lurching his body forward in some desperate effort to retain lost oxygen. Gripping for something, anything, he tugged hard at the blue scarf around his neck. After his lungs settled, he glanced upward at the other samurai before him. The way Jonathan's fingers trembled, flying to grip at his own head hurt Walter. He felt his feet begging to step forward so that his itching hands might be able to reach the other samurai and offer some sort of soothing-- ＭＥＲＫＡＢＡＨ

Damn it all! He had only just freed himself of these thoughts, and here he was, once again in that foreign fog with that voice, far too reminiscent of his own for comfort, ringing in his ears.

Furrowing his eyebrows, Walter inhaled deeply. "Jonathan," He spoke, his voice low and level. "Let me help you."

[boldore]

hello friends i am here

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[luxurorsamurai]

[Event!01] Corruption

[luxurorsamurai]

This world was filthy. He could feel it in the very air he breathed. All of these people living selfishly, wanting of this and that, wallowing in the knowledge that made them unworthy of salvation. All of their sins. And low and behold, the demon responsible for such a spread of filth drew near. Despite his human appearance, Jonathan could smell the stench of demon on him - the will for Chaos that would destroy the world and the peace it should hold in the name of the almighty Lord. 

"Wal͟t̸̴ę͘r̴̢?”

No, that wasn’t right. That’s not who he was. That was a foolish notion. It wà̡̢ş — ẁ͟͡a͠s͏͡n͜͝t Walter, was it? His head hurt, was it him? Was it the corruption? What ç̨or̕͢r҉u̷̶p̴͘͞t͠͞͡iò̕n̢? 

Jonathan held his head in his hands, staggering forward. What was reality and what was simply his own errors due to whatever was happening with this town? Not even Burroughs seemed capable of responding to him. Even his wings seemed to flicker and distort with the data corruption that was messing with his head. But when he stopped it wasn’t the Jonathan that Walter knew - it was Merkabah.

"I̸̡ s͏h̸̢óu̵ld͞͏ h͏҉av͠e͏́͡ ̨͘e͜x̡͟p̷̀ec̴̵t́e̷d̸ ̴͠t̵͏o͝ ̶s͘͡ee͘ ̀ỳ͡o̧͡u͏͡҉ ̴̷h͏̶̕è̸re̡̛,̨͜ ͏̀L͡ú҉ci͝f͏er͟. ҉Th̨͢ȩ͜ ͘͟c͡aù̶͟s̨̛e̸̢ ̸o͠f̸̷ a̴̢l̨l ̴m͜a̷n’҉s҉ ̨̛͢faù̀͞l͟t̵̢ś ̧͟a͝n͏d̨ ̴d̡̛͘o̧u̡͠b̡t͞s,͡ ͡҉̨h͏e͢͞r̀e ͢to͝ s͝o̢̨w̡ ̧̛t̨͢͠h̢̡e͠ ̨ś͟e͡͞ed̷s͝ ̸͟of̶ C̷̕h̡͘a̛͏oś̢ ͏̵a̕nd̀͝ ̀͏l̸̛e͏͜͝a͢d̴ t̛́h̢̡è̢ śon̨͞s ̶͜o҉̡f҉ ҉m҉͝ań҉ ̡aw̨̢a̸͘y ̷͠fr̷̀ǫm̶ ̡͏̷t͘he͏ir ҉r̶̨͟i͘g̛͘͠h̕ţe͜͝o̶̶̕u͜s̡ ͝p̷͏áth̶̢̢.͜͞"͏̸

[waruiwalter]

Walter could feel himself squinting. The fog in his head thickened, a lazy mist clouding his thoughts and preventing any sort of coherency in them. This figure before him had ignited some unprecedented anger by their mere presence, and yet he felt a pang in his very core at the thought.

Who was it, again? JonathＭｅｒｋａｂａｈＭｅｒｋａｂａｈＭｅｒｋａｂａｈＭｅｒｋａｂａｈＭｅｒｋａｂａｈＭｅｒｋａｂａｈ

No, no, this glitching figure had his voice it was him it could only be him. "Jonathan..." The name fell off Walter's tongue without a thought and yes, of course, it was him.

Walter's eyebrows knit together in frustration and clouded confusion. 'Sow the seeds of Chaos and lead the sons of man away from their righteous path.' Walter snarled. What in hells bells did that mean? Jonathan was clearly not himself, but this was so much more.

And what was is that Jonathan had called him? That name had seemed so familiar, but where had he ever heard it before then? He was Walter, just Walter, nothing but Walter Walter WaＬＵＣＩＦＥＲ

He let out a brief cry of anger. "Enough!" Walter stepped quickly, closing the space between himself and the altering figure, that was most definitely Jonathan, standing before him. His calloused hands flung to grip at the other's shoulders with reckless roughness. "Jonathan cease this madness at once!"

[waruiwalter]

i want to make an open for this event and rp with more people but i'm so busy with school euuuguuehgh

[luxurorsamurai]

[Event!01] Corruption

"There is something terribly wrong here."

Jonathan wasn’t feeling quite himself. The announcement that had crackled throughout the city earlier had him worried, not to mention the sudden changes in the surrounding area. He’d been just leaving his home, only to barely escape the reaching vines of various plants in the elevator. The ride up felt like it took forever. The elevator grew more stuffy and crowding by the second. Jonathan felt feverish, his head throbbed as if his heartbeat was in his head. 

"What is Ḥ̼̼̭̰̟̤̊a͖̼̩̮̯̚ppening? My hͥ͒̿͊e̩͕͢a̻͓̗͕̳ͪ͒̋̽̓̾͂d̜͚̻̤̽̈— “

It was as if the entire elevator had stopped now, 

Glitch- Ǧ͓͖̠̈́̿̋ͬ̂́l͙̥̯̥̲̞̉ͦͪͮ̔i̦̦̥͗ͪẗ͉̜̤͉͎̬̗́̇c̾ͨ̽ͥh̥͉͎̻͎̋̓-͖̹̟ͥ͆͑̑̂̓͢

He could faintly see it in the reflection of the closed doors. It wasn’t the elevator glitching, it was him. Feathers in his hair, coming from his back — were those wings.

Ǧ͓͖̠̈́̿̋ͬ̂́l͙̥̯̥̲̞̉ͦͪͮ̔i̦̦̥͗ͪẗ͉̜̤͉͎̬̗́̇c̾ͨ̽ͥh̥͉͎̻͎̋̓-͖̹̟ͥ͆͑̑̂̓͢

Of course they were. What else would they be? His form was incomplete, but it seemed in this current state there was nothing more that could be done. He would have to clean out the corrupted filth suppressing his holy form. Suddenly it seemed as if the doors opened, or had they been opened this whole time, simply waiting for him to realize it. He stepped out into the cooler air up top, the flickering image of wings stretching out from his back as a look of almost bliss seemed to come to his face. 

Outside was nice, outside was w͕̤̲̫͒r̢̠̗̹̝o̽͑ͬ͂̅͢nͦ̿́̀̾̐ğ̸̜̣̮͗. It was all w͕̤̲̫͒r̢̠̗̹̝o̽͑ͬ͂̅͢nͦ̿́̀̾̐ğ̸̜̣̮͗ and c̴̱̈́̿͑o̫̹͓͙̬̣̾̒̂̆̅ṙ̦͈̘̮͂ͪ͘r̸̲͕̪͉ͬ̓͋̍͌ͬͅu̲̖̱̪̫̮̿̂̇͊͋p͑͗҉̝̪̙t̊̃̿͌̐͏e̹̤̞̠̜̊͑͒d̼͕̦͙͎̘ͤ̓̿̏͜. Why had he not seen all this filth earlier? All these sinners and unclean ones. They must be judged in the name of the lord and cleansed, wiped out. He had to find those who walked in the light of God and protect them form the taint of Lucifer.

"̩̙͙̞̮̼I̖͆ͬ̓ͫ ̣̯͎͙͚ͅả̟͖̖̯ͪ̋m͙͂ͭ̐ͬͯ͐ ͕̬͕̠̐̾̄t̩̹̣̳͖̻ͫͪ̍h̔̍̽̉͌̽̒e̪̳ͨ͌̎ͪ͌̓ͅ ͕̖̫̺̼̮͒ͯ͂ͨͅḼ̢ợ͚͚̞̾̆ͦͧr̷͇̠̺̋̐̓̃d̦̤̮̫͌̑̎’̦̹̲ͨ̄͂̇ͤs̟͍̳̯̓̿͜ ͕͈̮c̡͕̄͒͊͊̆h̰̥̳̗͒͑͊͑̄̉̕ͅa͌́̔ͬr̶͎̝͕̭̼̝̮ͭi̢̗̠̲̔̌̇͛̇̑o̴̼̤̬̘̥̗t̳̟̖̫̮́̌̽̓ͮͤ,̣ͭ̈́͢ ̶̬ͣ̒ͬ͂ͫ̈́̚ą̫̣̗̖ͭ̑́͑n̪̺̓ͪͧ̔̕d̠͙̝͖̩̟͌ ͊̑̂̃̾́I̯͈̣͗͌ͬ͆͡ ͛͑̎̉҉̯̫̼w̱͍̙̎̆ͬ̾ͯͯ̚ī̼̥̥̈́̅ͯ̌ͤl̩̝͍̳͓ĺ͍̻̗̈̽̍ͅ ̻̫̞͛͞c̏͊̍̎҉̲̱l̞͇̰̫̟̩͐͋́ͪ̾e̡͔̦̺͍͓͈͈̋̇̓ͪ͐ͭ̏a͈̝̦͓̙̝̯ͧͬͧ̆̑͝n̖ͪ̊͂̔s̸͖̮͈̱̦̫̙e̠̾̾̃ͧ ͬ̒̓̏̌҉̩̜̦͔̖̯̩ṯ̥͍̖̺́̄ͩ̈́̅h̭ͪ̄̎̑̾̏iͧ̆ͫ͊ͮ͢s͛ͣͨ ̟̑̈́͟pͦ͞í̸̳͉͍̻̀͂͌̆t̠̞ͩ̒͑̈́͐ͭi̍̂̈́̇f̱̊ͯͦu͑̄̋́̎͒͞l͎̾ͥ ̽͂́̍̕w̼̎̆ô̧̫̣̬̾̌͊r̨͓̜̤͈̔l̩̊͒̒ͨͅd̦̮̙̂ͦ̀̒̎.͈̓ͣ͂͝"̋͏̹̞̳͙͇ͅ

[waruiwalter]

Walter's coming to Sector Six had long since become less of something considered, and more of a natural reaction. The confusion flooding the streets following the announcement had hardly slowed him down. He had pushed through the crowd. The panic-stricken, citizens glitching in his peripherals cast a fog into his mind, leaving Walter to desperately cling to the consistent thought of

Jonathan Jonathan Jonathan Ｍｅｒｋａｂａｈ

Walter's breath hitched in his throat, his entire body screeching to an abrupt halt. He could feel his heart pound against his chest. Merka--what...? Was he glitching, too?

No--No, surely not. He frowned deeply, pulling himself into a run.

The elevator--if he could reach the elevator, he could reach Jonathan, and then he could be certain the other was safe. It came into sight before he had realized it, and in but an instant, Walter felt his feet cease to move, his body going rigid at the familiar form before him. He had heard only a piece of the other's words but...

Walter blinked. That voice--that voice he knew that voice. It was Jonathan, but...

He blinked again. Were those... wings? Walter exhaled, realizing his fists were clenched tightly at his sides. He felt something akin to anger welling within him, but why? What was--

ＭＥＲＫＡＢＡＨ

He flinched. Had he glitched again? Inhaling deeply Walter desperately attempted to settle himself before speaking.

"Jonathan...?"

[luxurorsamurai]

@Waruiwalter [Closed Thread]

[luxurorsamurai]

It was quite a start, Walter grabbing his arm so suddenly like that. He looked worried, and that didnt seem to aid the lively thumping in his chest. This was ridiculous. When did he react to Walter like this? Walter was merely concerned for his health, as he had every right to be after the last visit. Jonathan had been horribly sick, and Walter had been overcome with worry about it. 

"W-Walter I am fine, I assure you," he protested, brows furrowing ever so slightly from the pressure on his arm. Any harder and those fingers would leave bruises against his skin. Walter had such strong hands - callous too, though to be expected of the son of a fishermen.

Jonathan slowly nodded his head, letting out a soft breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding with how close Walter had come. Now that the other had taken a step back… Jonathan seemed less tense. “I am well, Walter, you needn’t worry about me so,” he assured his fellow. “I have taken proper precaution. My illness has indeed passed and I am healthy again.”

Though his comment was a little…interesting. He’d been plagued by certain aspects? What in God’s name could have had him so worried? Jonathan had been the one sick. “Pray tell, my friend, what is it that plagues you?”

[waruiwalter]

Walter feels himself jump, startled by Jonathan's question. Truly, he should have expected the other to inquire further with a comment like that, but how was he to answer? There were far too many things to be named, and Walter was not in the slightest as eloquent with his words as Jonathan. The samurai cast his eyes away, taking time to consider and deliberate on his words.

"Some of the actions I took were not..." He paused, scowling while the proper words escaped him. "They were acts of impulse and desperation." He clarified. Shakily, he took in a breath. "I know what I resorted to could be considered... strange, and I apologize if I made you uncomfortable..."

Walter sighs, his shoulders heaving visibly while his voice drops to a whisper. "I just couldn't bear to see you like that--"

[borgiabastard]

Walter’s and Jonathan’s ideals clash. Scanned from the SMTIV artbook

[luxurorsamurai]

@Waruiwalter [Closed Thread]

[luxurorsamurai]

Just as he’d hoped, it seemed Walter shared in his excitement. Mayhap not as excited as he was, but it was good news all the same. Though as he’d spoken he couldn’t help but keep his eye on Walter’s. They were such a brilliant blue, matched well with the scarf around his neck. Though, when the other had patted his shoulder, Jonathan had to shift his gaze, feeling his heart jump at the contact. Thoughts of Walter’s last visit surfacing, as well as the mixture of feelings he’d been left with upon the other’s exit.

"I…thought so as well," he answered, composing himself. "Along with the matter that since I received access to Burroughs, then surely soon enough you shall have yours returned as well." The lingering hand was, sadly, more of a focus of his mind than the words he actually spoke. Cheeks tainted a light, dusty pink upon Walter’s withdrawal of it. 

Master, are you feeling all right? I've noted a sudden increase in heart rate.

"Wh-What? No — Burroughs I’m fine. P-please refrain form commenting on such things," Jonathan sputtered. If something like this were to happen more often, Jonathan might regret having Burroughs back. He was already having trouble thinking of Walter in certain ways with these….dreams he’d been having. He didnt need her commentary as well.

[waruiwalter]

Upon hearing the AI sprite's comment, Walter felt his face twist with concern. He examined Jonathan's face, careful not to pass over any detail, however minor. He felt his body move forward and his arm fly out to grip Jonathan's forearm. His eyes widened, pupils dilating as he met Jonathan's eye.

"Hoy, hold a moment, Jonathan. Don't pass it off so lightly. It could be some lingering effect from that illness--"

He stopped himself short, realizing his rather close proximity with the other. His grip softened, eyes narrowing in self-irritation. Walter knew he was more brash than most, but since when did he get so worked up over something so small? Especially with Jonathan. It wasn't that he did not think the other could take care of himself--no, he was certain the other was fine by his lonesome. So the question begged on; why was he acting this way?

Realizing the prolonged silence that he had hung in the air, Walter coughed, withdrawing himself from his thoughts.

"Wh-What I mean is..." He pulled his hand away, leaning back. "Are you sure you've fully recovered from all that?" He cast his eyes downward. "I know there are some aspects that still plague me."

[waruiwalter]

((I ship it))

[luxurorsamurai]

@Waruiwalter [Closed Thread]

[luxurorsamurai]

Compared to the last time the two saw each other, Jonathan seemed much more merry than he had been previously. Almost a complete turn around, one would say. But then again, being sick like that would make anyone upset. This was good news. A kind of news that he’d been hoping for, and would hopefully make Walter cheerful as well.

"I have some good news, Walter," Jonathan answered, shutting the door after his fellow had entered. "I’d thought it best to share with you. My friend Morgan had explained to me that after an amount of time, we receive some of our items back. And though it may be restricted…" Jonathan lifted his left arm, showing his returned gauntlet with pride. "I must have reached the first milestone, because my Gauntlet and Burroughs have been returned to me."

Long time no see, Master Walter.

[waruiwalter]

His eyebrows furrowed deeper while he listened to his exceptionally chipper fellow. He nodded once or twice while the other spoke, to show he was, in fact, listening. Admittedly, he was a bit distracted by the overwhelming mirth in Jonathan's voice and face and--whoa, had his eyes always lit up like that...? Walter's disoriented thoughts were brought to a screeching halt when Jonathan's familiar Gauntlet was shoved in his face, causing him to lean his head back so that his eyes might properly focus on the image projected on the screen.

The image... Followed by that familiar feminine voice...

"Burroughs?" Walter felt a smile tugging at the edges of this lips while he struggled to hide the excitement in his voice. True, this was not his Burroughs. It was Jonathan's. But even so, a warm feeling of reunion began to stir in the samurai's stomach.

"Good on you, Jonathan!" Walter chimed, patting his fellow on the shoulder. "With Burroughs here, unraveling the mysterious of this land will prove to go much more smoothly." It wasn't until he pulled his eyes away from the other samurai's face that he noticed his hand had remained on Jonathan's upper arm for an abnormally long amount of time. He withdrew his hand with awkward reluctance, and turned his gaze back to the Gauntlent's screen--feeling his skin warm.

[waruiwalter]

somehow... it feels as though you're not too far off base, anon

[luxurorsamurai]

@Waruiwalter [Closed Thread]

Jonathan had been most elated to have gotten his gauntlet and Burroughs back that he had nearly forgotten the events of his prior illness from days before. The thought hadn’t even crossed his mind when there came a knock at his door. It had to have been Walter. Jonathan was rather eager to show him that he’d gotten Burroughs back, and therefore, it wouldn’t be long until he had his back and they could keep in touch with each other easier. 

Stepping away from the remains of his lunch at the table, Jonathan lightly jogged to the door to answer the call. He couldn’t keep his friend waiting, after all. “Come on in, Walter,” he called reaching for the doorknob and pulling the door open. “You needn’t knock, my friend. My home is your home.” Though, that might have been embarrassing to say if the person at the door had not, in fact, been his fellow samurai.

[waruiwalter]

As the door opened before him, his hands stopped part way through smoothing down his shirt and samurai coat. He'd been taken by surprise at Jonathan's quick opening of the door, and quickly pulled his hands away, embarrassed. Walter quirked an eyebrow, baffled at the other's light step and beaming face.

"Don't get me wrong, I am relieved to see you doing so well, but..."

He laughed under his breath while he ducked ever so slightly and stepped into the room.

"What in blazes has gotten into you?"