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《　kasumi　》

Tem didn’t notice nor would she have known that Kasumi’s hands were messy, and had no clue that she’d begun washing her hands out of any sort of embarrassment. It all seemed like a normal part of cooking or preparing a meal- the part that struck her as odd was when their eye contact hardly faltered, and Tem found herself breaking it to stare down into her lap.

“I don’t drink coffee.” A habitual reply that, thankfully, didn’t make it past Tem’s lips. She has self-control, even if the need to overexploit everything is often prevalent. Eggs didn’t actually sound very good, either, but she wasn’t in a position to be picky. Her stomach gurgled again, louder, to spur her on, and she was about ready to thank Kasumi and offer to wait for things to be all ready when the girl makes another, slightly awkward, offer.

The initial half-sit that Tem had managed to achieve had quickly deteriorated into an uncomfortable slouch, but she’d only really noticed it once Kasumi had said something. Maybe it was the lingering numbness, or the overall aching in her limbs and joints, but somehow it just hadn’t registered. But now that it had, it was incredibly unpleasant.

Her first attempt at accepting the help got caught on the raw edges in her throat, and instead all that came out was a croak. The sensation prompted a small, painful cough, and her body tensed up for a moment as they motion set about pain in the rest of her body as well. So it was her turn to be embarrassed—she already hated appearing so feeble, and this was no help at all!

“Yes, please,” She finally squeaked, eyes once again trained on her own legs and the expression much grumpier than previously. The entire experience was only augmented by her stomach continuing to rudely form itself into a twisting black hole, attempting to suck the rest of her body into it (as well as her mood).

At Tem’s cough, Ruri abandoned her station at the kitchen to kneel by the couch. It was the closest the two had been to each other since last night, and if Ruri had spared a moment to think about it, she would’ve been surprised how easily she had erased that distance. Ruri’s hand hovered over Tem’s shoulder, unsure even though she had been granted permission. It finally settled on her back, cool to the touch even through Tem’s shirt. Cool, but not cold, not frostbite in human form. Ruri gently pushed forward with her hand, watching Tem’s face for any sign of discomfort until the blonde was fully sitting up. 

It felt like years since Ruri had last felt herself smile. Just a weary tilt of her mouth, but a smile all the same. The carpet was starting to dig into her knees, and she shifted slightly before sitting down and taking her hand off of Tem’s shoulder. Propping herself up with the other, Ruri flexed her fingers, taking stock of her fingertips that should be blue and knuckles that should be swollen. Sometimes she forgot that not everyone- no, nobody- heals so instantly and seamlessly. 

Selfish. But at least Tem was upright now.

“Is that better?”

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Ruri Hijiribe. Durarara!! Re;Dollars-hen - Chapter 30

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{{ im like a goddamn ghost i just pop up every once in a hwile to make trouble then fade away with no reason

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yantheyandere:

He had a feeling that maybe Ruri’s experience in acting weren’t that only thing that gave her her strong opinions on the matter. After all, acting can only go so far. Her harsh answers could be coming from a strong interest. It was hard to be sure.

Ruri seemed serious and completely confident in her words as she denied the statement. Was it really part of the definition? What was the textbook definition for monster?

“Mm, but isn’t the topic, again, quite subjective?” He laughs a little while a few ideas ran through his head. He didn’t know much about Ruri but he found it quite interesting that she was entertaining such a strange conversation with him.

“Hmm, so Hijiribe-san’s definition of a monster means that they’re killers, huh? Killers that have no remorse for their actions.” He taps his lips thoughtfully. “But, you know, some humans don’t feel remorse. And some killers turn a new leaf because they feel guilt. What does that mean then?”

There was a pause. “Do you feel remorse or guilt, Hijiribe-san?”

Ruri’s frown deepened at Yan’s laugh. As strange as it may have been, monsters were a subject very close to her heart, and his questions were all ones she had asked herself in the past before deciding on the answers. The definitions she had arrived at felt as true in her mind as the color of the sky. But subjective?...

”I suppose it is. As much as everything is subjective. Monsters aren’t necessarily killers, either. They are creatures that cause mayhem without regard for rules or morality. Those are the two qualifications. So the human is a monster and the killer is not.”

It made perfect sense, for Ruri at least. As for herself, she wished she could lie and say that she had no regrets either. For all the times she had let herself be used, for failing to save her father, for saying yes without knowing why, they had all felt so heavy on her soul for so long. Maybe now that she was striking back, they would leave her alone.

“I suppose I do feel guilt, for some things. But I’ve been letting them go so I don’t have to.”

“Hopefully someday, I can live with no regrets at all.”

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spontaneous break is over! tagged for quite a bunch of things by @xtheikebukurophotographerx​, replies on the way.

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BOLD what your muse can do. REPOST, don’t reblog. TAG ten muses.

bake a cake from scratch | ride a horse | drive a submarine | speak a second language | dance | catch a fish | play an instrument | throw a punch | build a deck | ice skate | unclog a drain | program a computer | change a flat tire | fire a gun | sew | juggle | play poker | paint | fly a kite | sculpt | write poetry | change a diaper | sing | shoot a bow and arrow | ride a bike | swim | sail a boat | do a backflip | play chess | give cpr | pitch a tent | flirt | stitch a wound | read palms  | use chopsticks | write in cursive/calligraphy | use an electric drill | braid hair | make a campfire | make a mixed drink | do sudoku puzzles | wrap a gift | give a good massage | jump-start a car | roll their tongue | magic tricks | yoga | tie a tie | skip a rock | shuffle a deck of cards | read morse code | pick a lock

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☆  Ruri ☆

Name: Ruri Hijiribe Nickname: Ruri-chan Zodiac Sign: Libra Favorite Color: Red Average Hours of Sleep: 6 Last Thing You Googled: plaster casings bulk Height: 5′4″

✦ Mun ✦

Name: Margaret Nickname: Megra, Romy, Ramen, Ruri mun Zodiac Sign: Virgo Favorite Color: violet Average Hours of Sleep: 7 Last Thing You Googled: overwatch world cup Height: 5′10″ 

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Gojira 1954

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These violent delights have violent ends.

William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet (via wordsnquotes)

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“Black Rider.” Ruri was pleasantly surprised by the casual greeting. Each of their previous meetings had been under emergency situations, and the singer had been wishing to be speak with Celty in. Perhaps they could even be friends.

“I hope you are doing well. How is Dr. Kishitani?”

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      —what a coincidence to run into HER like that. alas, last time the youth had been in danger, while this time was leisure, if anything— she hoped.

           ❛ miss hijiribe, it’s nice to see you again :) ❜

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            [ $ JEZEBEL VOCLAIN $ ]

“Ah, wonderful.” Jezebel said, looking quite pleased by Ruri’s response. Resetting herself so her back was against the wall, she held up too hands at a specific length, wavered for a moment, then expanded them somewhat. She stopped again, shrunk them, expanded them, shrunk them, over and over again, seeming to struggle for the right amount of space between each palm. Eventually, she settled on a somewhat passable answer, and proceeded to look at Ruri with a charming smile, seeming to have forgotten her earlier bout of uncertainty (and if ever mentioned again, it will have decidedly remain nonexistent–truly you were just imagining things, no?),

“It was about this long in length, my dear. I believe it had a golden figurine of a lion as its hilt, and was black all over. It also had flecks of gold inside the ebony, and it had a golden tip. It’s my favorite one, so if you ever do find it, I would be most grateful for it. Now then, onto our breakfast?”

Without even waiting for Ruri to lead the way (as was he proposition a mere few moments ago, seemingly forgotten as well) and using the wall as a firm support, she began to limp out of the room accordingly and into the adjacent hallway, looking about confusedly before turning her eyes back to the door.

“Well! Don’t be a lollygagger now, Ruri! I can’t find my way to the kitchen by myself now, can I?”

There was a note of impatience in her voice–Jezebel had never been the type to wait for long. Even with her handicap, she had maintained the seemingly ceaseless energy from before, perhaps even more so, now that she was somewhat on her feet and moving. There was no rest for the avid party-goer; remaining still perhaps would’ve been the death of her, if she was not met with company soon.

“I’ll keep an eye out for it,” Ruri replied, surprised when Jezebel took the lead. Chastised in her own home, the singer blanched before taking three quick strides to catch up with her capricious guest. It wasn’t difficult to keep up, but rather the woman’s energy caught her by surprise since Jezebel had been struggling to stand not minutes earlier. 

Careful not to bump into her guest, Ruri turned sideways to slip past and take the lead properly. It was probably unnecessary, since anybody could have found their way to their kitchen without a guide. It was only two left turns and down the... stairs. 

Ruri’s two-story loft didn’t have a ramp or elevator, and she frowned as she leaned over the balustrade. She could hear activity in the kitchen and a rustle of skirts as her maid, Sachiko, flitted about the room. Ruri would need to tell her to prepare an extra table setting. Turning over her shoulder, she found that Jezebel had kept pace admirably and was now approaching the landing.

“Would you like assistance down the stairs?” Ruri hesitated before asking. It was the hospitable thing to do, after all. There was a banister that Jezebel could lean on, but taking the steps one at a time as Ruri assumed she would need to held a greater chance of injury.

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yantheyandere:

Yan nods his head. It was true that it was on the news and a popular topic all around. It was kind of hard not to know of the situation. The only thing that stunned Yan was how it happened almost out of nowhere. He wondered what brought the action and attention out. Did they finally have enough means to go through with it? Was it like a debut of some kind?

Speaking of debut, Yan latches on to the advice that Ruri seemed to give him. Monsters don’t feel guilt, huh? He could understand that statement for the fact that he definitely never felt guilty in the moment of killing someone he didn’t even know. It’s for his job. It’s what he has to do. He didn’t even feel guilty afterwards, but instead he would feel guilty for enjoying it and what it has made him become. It was selfish but did it still count as guilt?

“That’s some hard advice there Hijiribe-san. Sounds like you know a thing or two about this subject? Is that from how good of an actress you are? Putting yourself in any type of character and understanding them is what you’re good at, right?” He chuckles and looks at her seriously. “Then what do you call a monster that feels guilty?”

Weak, maybe? Yan’s eyes glowed in the dark of the alley as he straightens up and stands tall and foreboding. “Why do you think the killer, the monster, wears a mask?”

Ruri settled as the conversation slackened its grip of her heart. “I suppose it is. The first step of learning a character is to figure out their motivation.” The thought struck her that maybe it would be easier for to talk about Hollywood if she viewed it as just a part she had played, but she dismissed it. Hollywood was too personal, too private, and as method acting required, Ruri didn’t think she would ever be able to view Hollywood as something separate from herself. 

It had been her dream for so long: to do as she pleased, as monsters do. No rules or regrets. So a monster that felt remorse? The words didn’t belong in a sentence together. 

She gave her verdict with the conviction of a court justice.

“A monster that doesn’t feel guilt isn’t a monster then. It’s part of the definition.”

That was her philosophy, why she had always envied loved monsters so deeply. It was why she had decided to become one, and wearing a mask was just part of the process. Makeup special effects was Ruri’s first and favorite item on her list of careers, and the night she decided to take up the mantle of Hollywood, she knew she wanted to fulfill the part to its finest detail. 

Yan’s question could be answered much more simply than that, however. “All killers need a disguise.”

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connoisseurofchaos:

A tense note found its way into the girl’s tone that he didn’t miss out on and he perked up, slowing down his pace down the street. There were many things he didn’t know about his contractor which was no problem, it was nothing abnormal.. But of course, if there was something dangerous he was getting into, there were things he just liked to be warned about.. Sometimes for the best of others rather than for himself…

A smile found its way back to his face as he slipped is hand into his pocket and cradled his phone carefully, thinking about what he was to say next, “I will be sure to call you if anything happens.. Every detail I come across.. Would you prefer I make contact or are you alright with receiving voicemails..? Perhaps calls only, fo the scurity of your intel.”

“Nothing serious happened..” Nothing that truly endangered his life.. They were no match for his abilities.. “But I do seem to have come across an imperative detail as to where your contact was last seen.. I’m going to look into it further before preparing to make my way to that area.. I’ll probably give you one more call just to ensure that if anything does happen to me…” 

He trailed it off, leaving it there with a cheery tone, knowingly alluding to the fact that he knew what the girl hired him for was definitely not to take pie over to grandma’s house…

“Thank you very much. As for voicemails...” Ruri hadn’t actually considered them. This particular phone was private and unmonitored by her agency, but just the idea of missing a call and being too late made her uneasy. “They probably won’t be necessary, unless I’m asleep. I keep this phone with me and powered on at all times so you should be able to leave a message at the very least.”

Ruri’s heart leaped at the news. So he had a trail? It was more than she had come up with in over half a year. But the closer Rubi came to Kujiragi however, the more dangerous the job became, and the singer wasn’t sure just how to explain what he could be up against without revealing how much she knew. 

Ruri leaned into her cellphone as she listened. “Maybe, if the risk of danger is as steep as it sounds, you could set up a dead switch. Have your phone send an alert if it goes unused for a week, or something along those lines.” She trailed off as if it was only an idle suggestion, but it was a technique that had been used both by and against Ruri in the past. If anything happened ( if he was killed, if he went missing, if he was kidnapped, if he- ) she would at least know sooner rather than later. 

Case Number 002: Hijiribe Ruri

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