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Rose

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@miraruinada sent: "I've been trying to find you. Where are you? What happened to you?" He's lost his way.

The night stretched endlessly, a vast expanse of black velvet dusted with stars. Each one shimmered like a distant whisper, cold and untouchable, yet alive with quiet fire. The moon hung low, a pale guardian casting silver light over the silent earth.

A gentle wind stirred the trees, their leaves rustling like secrets exchanged between shadows. In the distance the air shimmered, rippling like liquid shadow in a swirling abyss. A figure emerged — slowly at first, as if the darkness clung to them, reluctant to let go. Her silhouette was sharp against the shifting black void, their breath curling into the cold night like smoke.

With one final step, the goddess exited from the summoned portal. Collapsing inward, swallowing itself in a whisper of void-born energy. A faint hum lingered in the air, a residue of whatever lay beyond. Her eyes, gleaming with something unearthly, flicked toward the distance.

She had returned. Adrestia moved toward her sanctuary, her steps unsteady but determined. Blood trickled from a gash on her forehead, warm against her chilled skin. Her arms were painted with scrapes, her knuckles raw, her ribs aching with every breath. Bruises bloomed across her body in deep shades of violet and blue, silent reminders of the fight that had to be fought.

A thousand years of bloodshed had passed. Her crystal sword slipped from her fingers as she stepped through the doors of her grand cathedral, shimmering under the pale moonlight, a blade forged from a substance neither ice nor glass, but something older — something alive. Light pulsed within its core, shifting in hues of deep colors and pale silver, as if the weapon itself breathed in the silence.

Purple hues gazed at the figure before her. He stood as if time had folded in on itself. His eyes, the same as she remembered, brown eyes that held entire worlds within them. Deep and endless, rich with untold stories. In the moonlight they gleamed, catching the light in ways that made them seem almost otherworldly. In the darkness, they were warm and endless, like embers still glowing beneath the ashes.

Her breath caught as she stepped forward, her touch hesitant, almost disbelieving as her fingers brushed his cheek. The warmth of his skin, the proof that this was no dream.

She smiled — soft, aching, victorious. She had not forgotten about Leon, though she had left without a word.

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@miraruinada​ sent:  "Addy, I don't know what to do. Nyarl keeps infesting my mind. Guilt claws at me."

            𝐼𝓉  𝓌𝒶𝓈  𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔  𝓈𝒽𝑒  𝒽𝒶𝒹  𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒  𝓉𝑜  𝓇𝑒𝑔𝓇𝑒𝓉.  A  long,  pleading  prayer  that  was  answered  at  a  steep  cost.  The  transfer  of  hosts  had  been  successful  with  the  weight  of  sin  off  of  her  shoulders  finally.  No  longer  would  Adrestia  wake  to  the  CRAWLING  CHAOS'  whispers  of  temptations  and  malice  in  the  form  of  a  butterfly.  It  was  a  blessing  what  Leon  had  done  for  her,  but  gratefulness  had  eventually  been  replaced  with  shame.  For  Adrestia  had  been  placed  on  this  mortal  plane  for  a  single  purpose  to  keep  the  scale  from  tipping.  Angels  and  demons  loathed  her  very  existence,  both  died  by  her  hand.  It  was  her  purpose  to  carry  the  weight  of  this  world  on  her  own.  In  the  end,  Nyarlathotep  was  a  burden  Leon  was  never  meant  to  carry.  It  would  slowly  tear  him  apart  unless  she  reclaimed  what  was  always  her  responsibilty.  

            𝒮𝓁𝑜𝓌,  𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓃𝒻𝓊𝓁  𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓅𝓈  𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓇𝑜𝒶𝒸𝒽  𝐿𝑒𝑜𝓃.  A  shap  feeling  that  had  continued  for  what  seemed  like  months  within  her.  The  feeling  spread  slowly  until  it  consumed  her  entire  being  from  head  to  toe.  It  was  as  if  she  was  DECAYING  from  the  inside.  Something  was  changing.  But  she  did  not  say  a  word  to  him  about  this.  Still,  she  looked  within  his  eyes  deeply.  

            "  This  was  not  a  burden  for  you  to  carry.  Forgive  me.  "  she  was  physically  weak.  But  she  would  remove  the  link  that  connected  him  to  the  Crawling  Chaos.  Even  if  it  KILLS  her.

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DOA5LR - Helena Douglas - Lady in White by SabishikuKage

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          𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒  𝓌𝒶𝓈  𝒶  𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒  𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔  𝒽𝒶𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹  𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜  𝒽𝑒𝓇  𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉,  𝓉𝒽𝑒  𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒾𝓀𝑒𝓈  𝓇𝒶𝒹𝒾𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔  𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓃  𝒾𝓃  𝒶  𝓌𝒶𝓎  𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉  𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹  𝒽𝑒𝓇  𝒸𝑜𝓇𝑒.  She  lie  so  still,  breathing  shallow  in  the  glistening  pool  of  her  cathedral.  The  goddess  had  been  this  way  for  quite  some  time,  perhaps  months  now.  Time  had  become  so  different  to  her  now.  Days  felt  like  seconds,  weeks  felt  like  days,  months  felt  like  days,  and  so  on.  This  sharp,  stabbing  feeling  had  continued  with  no  physical  injury  showing  to  match  the  agony  she  was  enduring.  The  feeling  spread  slowly  until  it  consumed  her  entire  being  from  head  to  toe.  It  was  as  if  she  was  decaying  from  the  inside.  This  terrible  feeling....  like  a  leaf  rotting  far  too  soon  before  it  was  supposed  to  fall  from  the  tree.  

          𝒮𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔  𝓌𝒶𝓈  𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑔.

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@innadenisova2911

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Dead or Alive 5 Last Round - Helena & Nyotengu

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                                Neo-Tenchikaibyaku  Intro

                𝒯𝒽𝑒  𝒶𝑒𝓇𝒾𝒶𝓁  𝓋𝒾𝑒𝓌  𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓈  𝒶  𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓈𝑒  𝑜𝒻  𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝓅𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝓋𝑒  𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉  𝑜𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓃  𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎  𝒹𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒  𝓂𝒶𝓎  𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓋𝒾𝒹𝑒.  The  strain  was  welcomed  as  Adrestia  pushed  herself  against  the  air’s  currents.  The  aerodynamic  taper  of  her  wings  allowed  for  more  agile  and  cutting  maneuvers,  swooping  out  of  free-falling  dives  and  allowed  the  goddess  to  trade  long  distance  travel  for  short  bursts  of  speed.  She  continued  beating  against  gravity  with  powerful  wingstrokes,  covering  more  ground  by  the  second  as  she  flew.  Night  in  the  city,  in  the  graphite-lullaby,  each  vivid  neon  hue  collected  in  the  city  of  Yokohoma.  A  city  surrounded  by  water,  the  lights  of  the  city  illuminating  the  sea.  The  wind  had  become  the  orchestral  conductor  of  the  sea,  sending  waves  into  their  crescendos'  all  through  the  ballad  that  was  the  night.  With  perfume  of  the  salty  water  and  the  fine  spray  that  came  as  boldly  as  any  viola  flurry.  It  was  as  if  life  herself  had  entered  the  water  and  the  energy  was  so  defined  that  this  great  pulse  came  upward  to  form  a  steady  rhythm.  

                        𝐵𝓊𝓉  𝓉𝒽𝑒  𝑔𝑜𝒹𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓈  𝒹𝒾𝒹  𝓃𝑜𝓉  𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒  𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒  𝓉𝑜  𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓋𝑒𝓁  𝒾𝓃  𝒽𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓉𝓎'𝓈  𝓅𝓇𝑜𝑔𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃  𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂  𝓉𝒽𝑒  𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓉  𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒  𝓈𝒽𝑒  𝒽𝒶𝒹  𝓁𝑒𝒻𝓉  𝒽𝑒𝓇  𝓈𝒶𝓃𝒸𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓇𝓎.  Her  suspicions  of  a  certain  woman  brought  her  here.  Something  deep  within  her  pulled  her  to  this  glorious  city  of  lights.  From  above,  she  could  see  half  of  the  city  of  humans  standing  in  front  of  a  screen  on  a  building.  People  blocked  the  roads,  some  staring  at  their  phones,  but  most  looked  towards  the  sky.  A  live  broadcast  was  aired  on  every  television  and  phone,  causing  panic  and  confusion  below.  Adrestia  lowered  herself  onto  the  busy  streets  with  her  wings  expanded,  becoming  one  in  the  sea  of  people.  She  was  oblivious  to  the  gasps  of  those  who  watched  her  land,  some  terrified,  others  curious.  No,  she  was  focused  on  the  interrupted  broadcast.  

                       𝒯𝒽𝑒  𝒸𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇𝒶  𝓅𝑜𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹  𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉  𝒶𝓉  𝒶  𝒷𝓁𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑒  𝓌𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃,  𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒸𝑒𝒶𝓁𝑒𝒹  𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽  𝒶  𝓅𝓊𝓇𝓅𝓁𝑒  𝒷𝓊𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝓎  𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓀  𝑜𝓃  𝒽𝑒𝓇  𝒻𝒶𝒸𝑒.  She  sat  in  a  chair  in  a  dark  room,  with  many  others  with  her.  They  stood  beside  her,  quietly  staring  into  the  camera.  They  all  wore  purple  masks  over  their  faces,  each  designed  differently  from  another.  The  woman  began  to  speak,  and  immediately  Adrestia  had  found  the  one  she  was  searching  for.  

                        "    Are  you  tired  of  them    ?        Ability  users      ?      For  too  long  they  have  gone  unchecked  and  unpunished  against  the  people  of  this  nation,  and  far  beyond.  Neo  Tenchikaibyaku  is  your  savior.  It's  time  for  payback.  Starting  tomorrow,  everything  is  going  to  change.    "

                        𝒜𝒹𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝒶'𝓈  𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓌  𝒻𝓊𝓇𝓇𝑜𝓌𝑒𝒹,  𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑔  𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇  𝒜𝒿𝒾𝓈𝒶𝒾  𝒽𝒶𝒹  𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓃𝓃𝑒𝒹  𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹  𝒷𝑒  𝒹𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔.  This  she  could  not  allow.  

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Helena

Dead or Alive Xtreme Venus Vacation

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Saitō  was  born  into  a  secret  and  historically  important  family.  An  ancestor  of  the  Saitō  line  had  been  a  founder  of  a  organization  known  only  as  𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐛𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐮.  The  name  came  from  a  story  that  described  the  legendary  birth  of  the  celestial  and  creative  world,  the  birth  of  the  first  gods  and  the  birth  of  the  Japanese  archipelago.  This  organization  dedicated  itself  to  controlling  the  world  by  working  behind  the  scenes  and  manipulating  governments,  carving  out  their  own  wishes  for  the  development  of  the  human  race  and  world  powers.  As  a  descendant  of  the  founder,  Saitō  eventually  came  into  power  as  the  head  of  Tenchikaibyaku,  giving  him  limitless  resources  at  his  disposal.  He  was  born  with  a  unique  supernatural  ability  to  make  a  replicant  out  another  human  being,  so  long  as  he  obtained  a  sample  their  DNA.  

His  ancestors  discovered  a  rare  and  beautiful  breed  of  poisonous  butterflies  that  were  capable  of  removing  an  ability  users  supernatural  powers.  Their  existence  were  kept  secret  from  the  world,  stored  in  a  facility  underground  to  remain  in  secrecy  and  experimentation.  The  name  𝐗𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐦  was  finally  given  to  them.  Tenchikaibyaku  wished  to  use  these  mystical  insects  to  dispose  of  all  ability  users,  wanting  to  be  unopposed  and  maintain  power  for  themselves.  But  it  was  soon  realized  that  most  of  these  tiny,  powerful  creatures  had  an  entire  lifespan  of  six  days  after  it  left  the  chrysalis.  Only  a  small  percentage  lived  as  long  as  fifty  years  after  leaving  the  chrysalis.  Even  after  thorough  examination  it  was  still  unknown  why  this  was  to  be.  As  the  years  go  by,  the  population  of  these  butterflies  decreased  and  Tenchikaibyaku’s  plan  to  use  them  as  a  weapon  was  abandoned.  Even  so,  Saitō  inherited  the  Xeranthemums  and  had  developed  a  fascination  for  them.  Saitō  aspired  to  achieve  his  predecessors  dream.  

Over  the  many  years  of  Saitō’s  reign  in  Tenchikaibyaku,  Yokohma’s  missing  persons  increased.    Saitō  would  kidnap  his  victims,  and  create  a  replicant  of  them,  adding  to  his  clone  army  while  terminating  the  originals.  He  would  shape  their  minds,  creating  them  anew  and  obedient  to  carry  out  his  orders.  Each  individual  was  branded  with  Tenchikaibyaku’s  seal:  𝐚  𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤  𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐥𝐲.  As  Tenchikaibyaku’s  assets  grew,  so  did  Port  Mafia’s  interest.  Seeing  the  potential  mutual  benefits,  a  proposal  in  partnership  was  offered  by  Mori,  but  ultimately  Saitō  denied.  This  caused  tension  between  both  groups.  

Months  passed,  and  Saitō  laid  eyes  upon  a  woman  in  the  city.  She  was  blonde  from  root  to  tip,  born  to  bring  more  golden  sunshine  into  this  world.  It  showed  too.  It  showed  in  those  soulful  blue  eyes  as  bright  as  any  glacier  yet  so  very  warm.  Saitō  became  infatuated  with  her.  This  infatuation  turned  into  an  obsession  after  she  rejected  his  advances,  provoking  him  to  go  out  of  his  way  to  kidnap  her  and  recreate  her  as  an  obedient  clone.  But  he  had  a  special  plan  for  this  new  replicant  of  his.  He  saw  this  as  a  perfect  opportunity  to  create  the  ultimate  weapon  that  his  predecessors  failed  to  create,  which  was  eventually  named  𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭  𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐈.  It  became  a  series  of  experiments  with  the  express  purpose  of  creating  the  new  and  improved  version  of  the  woman  he  had  developed  an  obsession  over,  that  would  feel  for  Saitō  the  way  he  did  for  her.  

He  killed  what  was  left  of  the  Xeranthemum  species  and  accumulated  their  poisonous  blood,  making  it  her  own.  After  years  of  tireless  efforts,  Tsubaki’s  body  was  successfully  reborn  in  the  perfect  image  of  that  woman,  with  her  mind  fresh  to  be  molded  by  Saitō.  Her  mind  was  crafted  by  Saitō  himself,  replicating  not  only  an  improved  version  of  the  woman’s  appearance,  false  memories  of  their  lives  together,  but  also  harnessed  the  intelligence  and  habits  of  𝐚  𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲  𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝  𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧.  Tsubaki  was  none-the-wiser,  having  no  idea  that    Saitō  had  created  her  to  be  his  loyal  and  lovely  wife.  

It  was  soon  discovered  that  she  too  possessed  a  supernatural  ability.  Her  body  could  become  𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞  and  pass  through  solid  objects;  Tsubaki  called  it  “phasing”.  Remarkable  though  it  was,  Tsubaki’s  power  was  not  unlimited.  She  could  pass  through  objects  (  and  let  them  pass  through  her  )  without  suffering  physical  harm,  but  only  if  the  "phasing"  was  of  relatively  short  duration      —    or  at  least  so  it  seemed,  this  was  due  to  the  fact  she  could  not  breath  as  air  phased  through  her  body  as  well.  Saitō  found  it  fascinating  that  she  possessed  the  poisonous  blood  that  could  remove  someone’s  supernatural  ability,  but  she  herself  developed  powers.  But  of  course,  he  would  not  tell  her  this.  

She  believed  herself  to  be  Saitō’s  soul-mate,  but  something  in  her  mind  kept  nagging  away  at  her.  At  first,  Tsubaki  did  not  give  in  to  these  desires,  throwing  away  the  possibility  that  Saitō  would  have  ever  done  anything  to  harm  her  in  any  way.  However,  Tsubaki  could  not  shake  her  conscience  trying  to  tell  her  something  was  wrong.  Eventually  she  could  not  take  it  any  longer.  One  day  she  eventually  gives  into  these  pestering  thoughts,  and  finds  several  files  and  a  diary  of  Saitō’s  handiwork  over  the  years.  This  also  included  Project  TSUBAKI  and  her  true  origins.    At  that  moment  she  began  to  dedicate  herself  to  destroy  everything  that  Saitō  created.  That  night  she  invaded  his  secret  laboratory,  terminating  his  army  of  clones,  and  setting  fire  to  its  entirety.  All  she  had  felt  was  rage.  That  night  she  had  changed  her  name  from  Tsubaki  to  𝐀𝐣𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐢  and  swore  to  destroy  everything  that  Saitō  ultimately  hoped  for.

When  Port  Mafia  heard  of  Ajisai’s  destruction  of  Tenchikaibyaku  and  its  entirety,  a  special  position  was  happily  given  to  her.  Mori  wished  for  her  to  work  as  a  spy,  to  join  the  Armed  Detective  Agency  and  report  back  to  him.  She  agreed,  though  only  for  her  benefit.  𝐀𝐣𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐢  𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝  𝐭𝐨  𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞  𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧  𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚  𝐚𝐧𝐝  𝐀𝐃𝐀.

The  Neo-Tenchikaibyaku  Arc

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Tenchikaibyaku’s  main  goal  was  to  destroy  the  current  world  order  and  replace  it  with  a  new  one,  where  chaos  and  anarchy  reigned  supreme  with  clones  of  Saitō’s  creation.  Thus  having  an  entire  world  he  could  control  and  rule.  He  would  order  his  clones  to  cause  havoc  in  Japan,  destroying  buildings,  kidnapping  civilians,  and  threatening  both  Port  Mafia  and  the  Armed  Detective  Agency.  Each  tragedy  was  marked  with  Tenchikaibyaku’s  trademark:  A  black  butterfly.  

The  ADA  and  Port  Mafia  attempted  to  find  this  organization’s  hideout  and  take  them  out.  But  each  lead  had  a  dead  end.  Port  Mafia  had  eventually  attempted  to  join  forces.  If  they  had  access  to  the  DNA  technology,  a  crime  syndicate  could  easily  kill  people  and  then  replace  them  with  intentions  of  taking  the  clone  bodies  with  false  memories  and  falsify  crimes,  pinning  them  on  other  people.  But  in  the  end,  Tenchikaibyaku  refused.

Tenchikaibyaku  soon  ceased  to  exist,  completely  destroyed  by  Ajisai  out  of  fury  and  bitterness.  Two  years  later,  Ajisai  created  an  organization  in  order  to  regain  the  public  attention  that  the  original  Tenchikaibyaku  had  prior,  attempting  to  pick  back  up  where  Saitō  had  left  off,  all  without  the  help  of  clones.  Neo  Tenchikaibyaku  wanted  nothing  more  than  to  destroy  the  world,  directly  targeting  ability  users,  rallying  non  ability  users  as  a  means  to  revolt.  Innocent  continued  to  parish,  while  Neo  Tenchikaibyaku  created  a  weapon  with  the  promise  of  extinction  of  all  ability  users.  

Another  group  had  been  created  as  a  last  resort,  naming  themselves  "  The  Rebellion".  They  exist  to  prevent  the  extinction  of  ability  users  and  protect  the  innocent.  

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Today's Beauty-Marked Beauty is: Nyotengu from Dead or Alive

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ap-exo-koukla·:

miraruinada·:

There was an intricate plan of action that coursed through this trespasser’s head. It involved the highly complex and sophisticated process of charging forward, not have a clue of what to expect nor what to do, and hope for the best.

Which, for the record, had served him well so far. Mostly.

Actually, not at all. But the same mistakes were made like farcical history, and old habits die harder than he has countless times. Between a dagger and the barrel of a gun. Just before Juliet.

“…Whatever’s the problem, please stop upsetting her.”

𝕤𝕙𝕖  𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕨  𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪  𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝  𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥  𝕕𝕒𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕣  𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕  𝕟𝕠𝕥  𝕥𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙  𝕙𝕖𝕣.  it  was  merely  a  warning  from  the  goddess,  one  that  was  loud  and  clear.  unfortunately  for  her,  it  only  served  to  excite  Ajisai  more.  that  excitement  was  short  lived,  however,  when  a  familiar  man  stepped  between  them.  

whatever’s the problem, please stop upsetting her.

Ajisai  scoffed.  the  nerve.  ‘   little  boys  shouldn't  stick  their  noses  where  it  doesn't  belong.  you  don't  want  to  be  punished,  do  you  ?  ’

                𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝒹𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓈' 𝑒𝓎𝑒𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒹. That voice was all too familiar. A voice voice so magnetic to her very core, as if he's able to resonate with all of her when others could barely achieve a fraction of it. It had the power to stop her previous thoughts. Her deep, purple gaze rested on him now. His words soothed her, enough to make her stop completely. However, another entity was stirring inside uncontrollably. 

               𝒩𝓎𝒶𝓇𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓅 𝒸𝓁𝒶𝓌𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹. Similar to a beast after years of starvation merely inches away from a delectable piece of meat. It wanted Ajisai. Desperately. There was something about this woman that entanced the embodiment of chaos.   

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ap-exo-koukla·:

𝕥𝕙𝕖  𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟  𝕨𝕒𝕤  𝕗𝕒𝕣  𝕥𝕠𝕠  𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜  𝕗𝕠𝕣  𝕥𝕙𝕖  𝕟𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕕  𝕖𝕪𝕖  𝕥𝕠  𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙.  her  gloved  hand  fit  perfectly  around  her  pistol,  now  becoming  simply  an  extension  of  her  arm.  like  it  was  a  part  of  her  completely.  with  perfect  precision,  a  single  bullet  was  shot  inches  from  his  and  Juliet's  feet.  an  icy  glare  pierced  into  their  souls.  she  liked  an  audience,  but  interferance  would  not  be  welcomed  without  a  fight. 

                𝒜𝒷𝓈𝑜𝓁𝓊𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝓃𝑜𝓉.  

                𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝑒𝓃𝑒��𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂 𝒷𝑒𝑔𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝓇𝑒𝓂𝒷𝓁𝑒. It began with the slightest vibrations under their feet. As if it were starlight pulsing through the graphite sky, lightning came in great networking forks. The wind ran as if it had been restrained for some time and it was determined consume. The sound of it was a strange song, as if howling yearned for a melody, the trees joined in the unfolding scene. She would destroy this safe haven Ajisai partook in every night. A fancy night club for the individiuals of the night... she would destroy it if Ajisai did not tread lightly. A crystalized dagger materialized, attempting to close the distance between her and Ajisai. It went straight for the woman's neck in a quick flash. It stopped, however, when a familiar man approached the two of them.