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>Cybernetics Headquaters, Dr. Frisks Office Orion wasn’t exactly the nicest partner to have, not when they were someone that would complain about a chipped nail or a scrape on their perfect skin if they could. All in all, they themselves knew they were a pain to deal with, but they also knew that they were quite good with words and definitely interested in seeing Nova fail. “Thank you.”, they answered, took the tea - a nice but quite human gesture - and sat down in their chair. Now, it they coul…

Sure thing. Josiah snorted. Louis was full of shit sometimes, but right now, he’d even believe him if he said every elephant in the world had turned pink overnight and sprouted wings, and now they were soaring through the skies. Maybe they could do that too; grow wings and fly away … it was silly. Where would they even go? They were born and raised in this environment, nobody wanted to give that up. “I know, I know. They can relax when they’re older and confident in their skills, isn’t it that? …

“Good thing you’re cute, though. That makes it a little bit more believable.”, Gin told Kosuke with a stern expression - he was being sarcastic, maybe not about Kosuke being cute, but about the cuteness giving him some new credibility. Unfortunately, the handsome ones often were used as bait by the actually ugly guys so that someone would fall for it, even if they knew not to. “Blunt, honest, handsome, endearing … you have them all. How come you don’t have people flocking at you in droves?” Pote…

Hideyoshi war dem Wahn verfallen, anders konnte sich Akihisa all das nicht erklären - zumindest anfänglich nicht, war die Wut doch brennend heiß in ihm. Sollte er all das an dem Magier auslassen? Akihisa hielt es für Unklug, sich von seinen Emotionen leiten zu lassen, das tat er schon immer, doch auch jetzt, wo er endlich sehen konnte, war seine Freude darüber sichtlich gedämpft. Wieso auch war es für jemanden wie Hideyoshi eine Herausforderung, ihn wiederum in einem Stück zu wissen? Ein Schnaub…

“You’d never scare me.” Nothing about Richard would. To Yujin, Richard was nothing more than someone he loved, someone that wasn’t capable of hurting anyone like him. The two of them had been ordained by the goddess of fate to be together and stay together forever, wasn’t it so? “Now that you mention it, I’m glad that you’ve grown so much already.”, Yujin murmured with a smile. Richard was still hiding in his shell, one that was battered and bruised and beaten, one that wouldn’t protect him fore…

Ich hab' mich endlich mal dazu entschieden zu häkeln, wahoo! Mein Erstwerk, ein fucked up little guy, weil ich einer vietnamesischen Anleitung gefolgt bin. Das hätte eigentlich ein Teddybär werden sollen. Kann ich viet? Nein. Irgendwie doch ganz süß. 37ff508a2e21c58560d0d08567cce261faa3c42f.jpg Bin dann auf die beliebte 1,5 Häkelnadel umgestiegen (said no one ever) und habe jellyfish gebastelt. cffb4f26e39c22c941077dff83ed1a4aad201eb3.jpg Und momentan arbeite ich mit fucking Filzwolle, weil ich …

Richard was a bit of an oddball, was he not? Yujin loved to be with him, he loved to be around him, sure, but he also had to admit that sometimes, it was hard to gauge his reaction to things. "Why are you sorry?", he wanted to know. Yujin couldn't and wouldn't be disappointed over something like this; he didn't care about Richard because he needed help, he simply cared for him because the two of them belonged together, didn't they? "I am." There was giggling from him, and even if he saw the disa…

As things came and went, Yujin was still the same, like some sort of rock that was doomed to stand eternal guard at one of the entrances to hell, or whatever nonsensical place on could think of. Frankly, just sitting here, just biding his time, it all was a bit much, and the more he thought about it, the more he had to wonder if he'd ever get off of his own ass and go out, enjoy life like he didn't really know it and see the world for what it was. There were so many versions of himself he didn't…

Yujin wasn't going to agonize about things that had to keep happening anyway - what he was, perpetually, quite on the fence about was whatever was happening around him and just how much of it was truly and surely going to be his responsibility. All in all, why did he bother with that? Richard was right, he was partially wrong, this was how these things went and he was going to sleep like a log regardless, was it not so? And yet, he was giggling like a little girl. "We'll figure that out ... and,…

"You'll heal.", Yujin replied. Both of them would, from their own traumas, in their own ways, at their own pace, even if they currently buried their issues in the bowels of their own machinations, Yujin knew as well as Richard that every wound left a scar eventually and sometimes, those scars would even fade; if they didn't, that was another thing that Yujin couldn't influence, but by whatever was holy to Richard, he just wouldn't let him hang like that. He deserved more - he always did, and the…

"But it bothers you?", he asked for clarification. Perhaps it did. Maybe it shouldn't. Yujin couldn't speak for Richard and vice versa, he could only estimate what was on his mind, and he could only hope that that would eventually change, be it now or in the near future. Who was to say that nobody ever changed? To him, the world was stagnant and everything was the same - but Yujin knew that others weren't like that, and that Richard was far from that in the first place; he'd get better, he had t…

"We don't need to go anywhere.", Yujin answered in the flash of a second. Why would they? They didn't need to hurt one another, nor did they need to overstep any kind of idiotic boundary that one had set for te other without saying so. All he wanted was to be left alone and in peace with Richard, to learn more about him and then maybe about himself and the years that he'd lost, somewhere in the back of his mind. Who was he to deny himself that? Yujin couldn't say, and he didn't want to find out …

“I still don’t know.”, he replied. Yujin couldn’t help himself; some of those memories came back to him and he was glad about getting some details right, but the fact that his brain was scrambled and torn into pieces, it didn’t come as a surprise to anyone. Who had ever even cared about something so lame? “Mhm, I know. We can still figure that out if you want.”, he agreed wholeheartedly. Silesse was never his, and he was the one that liked to live vicariously through himself and every single day…

That guy was a force to be reckoned with for sure - Ignatius did manage to keep up with him somehow, but it did take a lot out of him. Reaching the village was something he was happy about; it felt like it had to be godsend, or perhaps he‘d just finally done something that instantly paid off. Regardless of what it was, or would turn out to be, they had reached someplace full of people, and even if the monastery seemed more than a stone-throw away, they could get in first thing tomorrow morning, …

"Well, no! But ... you're just teasing me now, aren't you!? Are you jealous or something?", he asked, not annoyed but rather intrigued by the simple thought that maybe, just maybe, Caelan was thinking about this the wrong way. The guy that taught him was nothing but a vagabond, a man that wandered through the world without aim, without any goals to fulfill and the worst he ever did was indulge a woman that was way, way too interested in the world that he offered her a glimpse into; and now, well…

Their journey wasn't an easy one, he'd been made aware of that from the start, and yet, he toiled around the area with someone this close and yet that far from him that he had to wonder if this was the right choice. If anything, this was stupid, and if something, Ignatius was just making a fool of himself by clinging by the sole remnant of an expedition that should have never happened in the first place. As it stood, though, it was already too late and there was nothing he could do about any of …

“I’m aware.”, he was quick to comment. If he did, wouldn’t the two of them be celebrating right now? They’d probably not talk like this to one another, or at least they would be able to let down their guard. Instead, nothing of the sort happened - instead, they were exchanging quick glances that didn’t mean anything neat, proper or loving. No, none of these things were common between someone one would be willing to trust and Ignatius didn’t blame this guy for it - not here, not now, that was all…

"Me alone, is that astounding? Sure, maybe it's not right for me to assume that you have no one to back you up, but it's astounding to see how easy it is for you to trust someone, if I may be so frank.", Ignatius almost complained, with a voice as sweet as honey and yet, an attitude as rotten as that of an old king that had lived in nothing but luxury and pure arrogance for his entire life. "You're awfully confident, but you have the skills to be. Not much of a fan of monasteries or gods men, I …

"You ... why are you telling all of this to me anyway? Do you not fear that I would persecute you, or perhaps rat you out to my brethren?", he questioned eventually, unsure of what this was about in the first place. Why was this man so confident in his abilities in the first place, so obsessed with making things right, go his way? Surely, that couldn't be why he volunteered secrets just like - what sane man would go about his life like that? No god, no, no heathen would act like this in the pres…

Azrael brought up points that Ignatius had never considered - to him, all that the church said was the word of god, one he had to follow and he actually never doubted his peers, but who was to say that he was going to keep it that way? Surely, it wasn't enough to shake his core beliefs like that, but it also showed that, in a way, he had never thought outside the box he found himself inside of. Reality was but a stone-throw away for him and now that he stepped into it, perhaps it was time to put…