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maybe once i have its concept more determined ill add it here ... lev (it/its), limbus company level (LCL) team leader

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" dante, @livelament..." a sigh exhales from their lips. the sound of their soles coming to a clicking stop directly off to the side and behind them. a hand extends to clasp one shoulder with a grip that insinuates his intention. "you must stop."

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have been wanting to add more abno muses simply because brain scratch >>> been looking at king in binds , wandering mind, both cleaner & all around helper. maybe judgement bird!! defo may look into more lobcorp abnos too bc teehee but also abno muses...

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thumb sinclair is so....

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come on , or you'll miss it . [ Don Quixote for Heathcliff! ]

"...hmh?" the rise of her voice was what drew him from his impromptu lost-in-his-thoughts session. his posture shifting from that of being closed off to suddenly more laxed with the suggestions of someone who could've potentially come off as being minorly disinterested. don quixote had gravitated over to him ... why exactly? don't ask him... ..or do, but he wouldn't know. it's a whole mystery to himself since he wasn't present for the lead up. simply giving her blank look which read more neutral due to resting face he typically held. heathcliff could only look to her with minor exasperation. locked and loaded in preparation with his usual spiel to ward her off but when his lips part to speak.

he hesitates.

hand lifting up to ruffle the back of his head as if giving genuine consideration to the comment. weighing his odds; likelihood it's a whole lot of nothing that he REALLY couldn't care much about but flipside is that it's something the lass... cared to share with him. had this been any earlier— maybe he'd already tell her to stop being such a bugger and go babble off to someone who wanted to hear.

but, now it's... well.

"oi, if this turns out to be a waste of time i'll be right pissed with you..." but it doesn't hold the usual bite it does. almost fond in the way his eyes for a second soften to peak through the window she had so been gazing at. ...a real nice view. maybe he would've rolled his eyes and turned this away when his heart still had been so clouded but now... he leans in, gave her shoulder a playful nudge with his own as he snorted.

"y'think this place always looks like this? or did we luck out with this? eh... well either way, nice eyes you got on you there, would've missed out on this shite if not for your nagging."

...small but bountiful reasons why he felt the want to go along with her verbal tug of his hand. it wasn't all bad (at least, most of the time.)

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(since i'm still at the start of the chapter I KNOW I'M SORRY here's a small yi sang and sinclair moment at the bus on their way to the worksite in canto iii) The pattern was starting to become obvious, with each new job one of them seamed to have heavy ties with whichever nest they encounter. As it shows, Sinclair seemed to be the one who had the most ties with the wing. While she usually was frightful by nature, the notion of being in the territory of K Corp. was bringing absolute dread to her composure, to the point of throwing up. Yi Sang could be glad he wasn't the one cleaning up after it, but for the moment, the sinners entrusted Sinclair to his side as the trip resumed after clearing the path to the border control. The jittery nervousness was near electric, Sinclair was clearly in distress, or at least is what he perceives, but was doing her best to keep as calm as possible.

"Rest your head back..." It's said with the same tone he always uses, he does not mean to order her, merely suggest. "Take a breath."

even emptying the contents of her stomach did not save her from the violent nausea lurching within the pits of her stomach. summoning forth nails which drove forth sharp pain that shot straight from her gut to several points across her body. most notably the head, which had done nothing to help dissuade her growing migraine from worsening.

this wasn't what she had been anticipating. sinclairs hands hadn't stopped trembling since returning to the bus. latching onto the handle of her weapon as if it's the one thing holding all of her pieces together. she's so worked up that the touch of his hand— one intended to reassure— instead makes her flinch. eyes overcome with the resounding horror that had been circulating her mind.

it's over. it's so over for me.

they'll see... they'll—

"yi sang..." her voice is meek, lacking the same watery tone it held not too long ago. now much more defeated and interlaced with the turmoil which had long been brewing beneath the covers. take a breath ... rest her head back? how could she? how could she when... when... her breath is shaky. her hands feel numb with the way she's been gripping her weapon handle. to say all that lingered was dread, a sickness for the sights that were to come. to face her again. sinclair shivered. "i... i..." the weight of the eyes on the bus had never been more pronounced. she feels like a straggler.

she hated what existed within the depths of her. horror, fear, disgust, yet more than anything. the wrath of a girl who lost everything overnight. a sickening desire to cause for destruction as it had been done to her. that— that what caused her to wobble again. sits in her seat with the defeatism associated in regards to one who truly was on the edge of a mental break.

she wondered if yi sang would still look at her the same, after everything. she wondered if she truly had a right to sought out the comfort— "i can't." a shuddered out response. eyes falling down and looking to the right.

"i c... can't."

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there's a fluttering of wings that comes to a halt when the tiny black bird lands upon his shoulder with its' giant golden eye blinking once. gaze's head twitches over in a notable tilt while it seemed to glare ever vacantly at the face of the male. "WORRY." it squawked out, vocal mimicry of the very man it had been sitting upon. though after a blink its beak leans in to rub against his cheek.

➣ . The weight of living was a burden Vergilius was keenly familiar with. To have survived when he'd thought to die was a sin he had been forced to grow accustomed to and forced to bear time && time again.

But there had always been reason for him to live. A job. A duty. A promise. He had to live, for he was the only one who could. And yet, it was difficult for him to hold onto that when those reasons had all been said && done, && the last remaining threads of promises became increasingly sparse of lacking for him to truly believe in.

Moving in with Dante had made things clearer, made it easier to breathe, unwilling to let the manager ( no longer the manager ) see his weaknesses. Lest they were to do something so foolish as worry over what amounted to nothing.

...Yet on days where Dante found themselves away... when time began to slip from his grip... he found himself unable wanting to do little more than to stay lying down when he woke up with the weight of his sins pressing down upon his chest.

However such coveted respite of sloth was far too indulgent for him to have, the flimsy threat that Dante might return early just enough to have him crawling out of bed, moving to the living room instead where he tried to keep in mind the possibility — such horribly selfish hope — in order to prevent further spiraling... only for his meager strength to continue to wane. Yet he had to be strong, not for himself, never for himself, but for the people around him. For Dante.

...And as of late... for the bird's as well. A reminder brought to him in form of loud screech from Dante's pet abnormality, one that would have typically irritated him on better days, yet now...

" ... " the sound garnered little reaction from Vergilius. His eyes still distant, lost in memories, lost in grief, lost in sin.

...But it was persistent, as always, && gradually... slowly... he was brought back to reality. The past would forever haunt him, but the vibrancy of memories fade as the numbness recedes its tides — gone for now with promise of return, yet he'd made peace with that fate long ago — bringing forth a prickling sensation of needles crawl across his body, allowing reality to sink into his skin && settle deep into the crevices of his cracked heart.

" ...Haah... " he still struggled to find words, his throat clogged up && choked by guilt, &&, truthfully, the idea of speaking made him nauseous. Still, Vergilius made an effort for its sake, " ...There's... There's no need to worry for me, Gaze. " His tongue felt clumsy && awkward in his mouth, the words a murmured whisper, barely audible past the hoarseness of his voice.

He knew his feeble reassurances would only draw further ire from the Gazing Bird, as would his pitiful attempt of a smile, but habit was habit, && he was still human, susceptible as any other to such things.

...Attempt that lasted but a moment as he found himself unable to keep it up for long. &&.. && Vergilius sighed again. Tension in his shoulders remained... the past demanding his attention... but the bird was truly relentless && he was left with little choice but to accept its attempts of comfort, finally blinking — if only for a brief moment — as he rests his head against their feathered form. Letting the warmth of a living being chase away the frozen over hell of his memories. There was still plenty to be reckoned with... but for now...

He would let himself rest in the abnormality's company.

" ... " words continued to remain entrapped within his throat, leaving him tasting acid at his attempts. Still, with numb hand, he brought it up to the bird && stroked the top of its head as gently as he could, clumsier still than if he were returned to clarity in full, but a genuine gesture nevertheless... A quiet thank you, thank you for being there, that... that Vergilius hoped it could understand.

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it may not seem like it but this is one very happy bird. the leaning of its body and the way its wings give quite the gentle flutter? yep.

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REASONS TO CARRY SOMEONE. ( A PROMPT LIST! )

listen, i'm back home now, i'm thinking about things, and i saw the maxton hall gifset floating around and i was like. yk what. carrying people is elite content, and gdi y'all deserve elite content! as always, DO NOT ADD OR EDIT THIS LIST! and there's a lil spicy addition under the readmore, but i left it there just in case people prefer to have a not-so-spicy version.

[ SLUMBER ]: sender picks up and carries the receiver because they're so sound asleep that they won't easily wake up.

[ INTERCEPT ]: sender picks up and carries the receiver out of the room because they're angry and on the brink of engaging in a fight with someone.

[ ASSIST ]: sender picks up and carries the receiver away for medical attention because they've been injured and can't walk easily.

[ HELP ]: sender picks up and carries the badly wounded receiver as fast as possible to the nearest hospital or the nearest place to administer urgent first-aid.

[ ELATION ]: sender scoops up the receiver and carries them away after a mutual victory, or having just received very good news (or maybe they're both just very happy for some reason!)

[ HOME ]: sender picks up the receiver to carry them over the threshold of their new home.

[ AID ]: sender finds the receiver too weak to move, and scoops them up to carry them to get some help.

[ UP ]: sender finds the receiver and picks them up to carry them a distance after learning they're unable to get up.

[ BAREFOOT ]: the sender picks up the receiver and carries them inside because they're not wearing any shoes.

[ WEARY ]: sender notices the receiver about to fall asleep during a task, and picks them up to carry them to bed so that they can actually sleep properly for once.

[ TWIRL ]: sender catches the receiver in their arms and spins them in a neat twirl just because they want to.

[ HERO ]: sender notices the receiver about to fall from a height, and manages to intervene just in time, catching them before they get hurt.

[ FLASH ]: the sender and receiver are part of a photoshoot, and in order to finish the last of the photos, the sender scoops up the receiver in their arms for the final pose.

[ TRAIN ]: during a training session (for a fight or a performance, dealer's choice!) the sender ends up holding the receiver in their arms during their session together.

[ URGENCY ]: sender carries the receiver away from danger after the receiver is revealed to be unable to move, either due to panic or injury.

[ OUT ]: sender grabs the receiver and lifts them into their arms after noticing them swaying and beginning to lose consciousness.

[ SCREAM ]: sender spots the receiver in a terrified or considerably panicked state, and picks them up to carry them to a less terrifying place to calm down.

[ LAZY ]: sender concedes to receiver's requests for a piggy-back ride home because they don't want to walk anymore, and carries them the rest of the distance home.

[ CAREFUL ]: sender gently lifts the receiver out of their seat and carries them carefully to bed after noticing they fell asleep and not wanting to waken them.

[ HASTE ]: in urgent need of getting to safety as fast as possible, the sender scoops up the receiver and starts running because it's quicker and easier to just carry them than expect them to keep pace.

[ FURTHER ]: sender, during an increasingly passionate make-out session with the receiver, suddenly takes them in their arms and carries them towards the bedroom to continue their evening in private.

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...guy who seems to be amused. who didn't have to worry at all about such a shite run (<- wasn't selected as an identity)

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waaa what do we think of blog divider and icons

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waiit you guys know how in check up event they did the strength ranking ??? gonna input my ocs there [they'll be bolded] bc its fun to know where they'd fall weakest > strongest Yi Sang - Valancy - Sinclair - Ishmael = Doc - Heathcliff - Rodion - Rollo - Hong Lu - Faust - Arke = Meursault - Cethin - Ryōshū - Outis - Don Quixote

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roland and grief. how it consumes him to a point of destruction. how he's blinded by it and acts out in result of it. how it has controlled him and changed the course of his life for the worse.

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"Maybe it would've been better had I." Yet to say she didn't make the decision herself for the spot she ended up in. However the animosity... she felt lingered. It had been so long ago now that it's almost rough to recall. A blur of memories yet the worst of it clung to her. Addiction, being cornered and her hand forced of her. Even now her escape was not one without its problem. Yet... she steps over to him. That former fisted hand coming down to settle on his shoulder in a squeeze which spoke every anguished yet ... relieved feeling which existed within her.

...a silent apology for how she somewhat lashed out. "Haha! Man... still beat around the bush as always?" His vague approach to check in with her. Something that makes her feel fond yet an inexplicable sadness. How was she? "Tired. Beyond exhausted if I'm so honest but... I... well, you know. Gotta keep pushing it. The city never rests nor should I." "What about you, Verg?"

➣ . " ...I... I'd been of the belief that you had died. " come back from the trenches ? ...No, that wasn't quite right. He'd died that day with the rest them, but the promise he'd made and people he owed had carried his corpse onwards. He did not deserve the mercy of rest, " I... " Vergilius breathes. Takes a moment to compose himself. Locking it all back up. Burying it deep. " ...It's good to see you again, Denver. How... " did you get out ? Survive ? How much have you suffered ? Are you okay ? " ...How are you. " he fell on ultimately, a bit lamely. His gaze flickered to her eye. Her sunglasses — ' my lovely little babies ! ' — hid part of it, but... he couldn't possibly fail to notice an absence.

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being the one who survives. sucks, doesn't it? "who else would it be, vergilius?"

her smile― it darkens over in bitterness. her hand curling into a fist while nails clung into her palm. "c'mon now, even this is a pathetic display, isn't it?" how she dug herself into her resting place. fully prepared for what the ring went on to do with her. "not everyone can be the illustrious red gaze who can come back from the trenches. haah... of course― all this is to you is..." she trails off.

➣ . And the words sting. Piercing his chest and stopping him in his tracks... the blade twisting in deeper when he knew he could have rcognized that bite in any world.

" ...Denver ? "

His voice... it's quiet. Fragile in a way she would have only ever once before... when he'd told her about the orphanage. And yet, Vergilius is quick to gets a hold of hope before it could burn him once more. A shaky, steadying sigh, released as he turned to look away, " ...No. This... haah... this... is nothing but illusion. "

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wow! he's clapping for the effort poured into giving such a response. dongrang lets out his overtly friendly laugh. hands coming sliding into the pockets of his coat. "hmm? said all you needed to say? and waa... professor? i got an promotion without realizing, hm?"

" everything that exists outside the comfort of one's fence is, if you think about it, out of one's element. and even what's within a fence is not the exact same as what's in a nearby one, even if they may seemingly look identical —i have been into laboratories, professor. plenty of them. they'll always differ, just like they'll always be similar. "