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HIATUS NOTICE!

I feel bad for posting this after being idle for a couple weeks, but a lot happened this month and I had zero energy to log on tumblr at all. First I got swarmed with writing projects, then I caught an awful cold that had me stuck in bed for almost a week, and now I’m swarmed with committment once again. My brain just won’t settle for pretendy funtimes.

I’m going to place a hiatus on Ibuki and Eli ( @hxrasho ) because I need a breather from everything. I’ll still try to post all the replies I owe before I send the ask to the masterlist. I wanted to do ball-related things but it kinda fell flat eventually. I hope you don’t mind dragging threads on and waiting for me to settle down once again.

Have a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, guys!

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      @hxrasho // secret santa!

        she’s never had much experience with giving gifts - let alone one meant to be sincere or to bring joy to another person, but never let it be said that she didn’t try; the instigator certainly gave it her best shot. just outside the home of miss ayase, the instigator left a small package in a green and red bag with a bow; the cool air would keep it ‘refrigerated’ well enough until it was found - or so she hoped.

            inside a ( shockingly ) neatly-wrapped gift wrapped box - with bizarre albeit “festive” skull wrapping paper - the instigator had delicately placed several gold and red “roses” inside the gift box, all gently cushioned by tissue paper. upon closer inspection, one would see that  the gold “roses” are merely painstakingly folded gold tinfoil, wrapped around chocolates made to resemble roses and their petals. along with the chocolate look-alikes, actual roses -red and pink “peppermint” shades- are tied together with a pink bow, albeit the ribbon seems a bit torn and frayed. resting atop the roses and candy is a rather elegant knife and a slightly disturbing card written in red ink.

[ ★ ]—— This is quite the peculiar gift to give someone, and whoever was chosen as her Secret Santa must have tried their best to make it not so... weird. Either way, Eli will accept it for what it is and smile as she unwraps one of the rose-shaped chocolates and eats it with gusto. Though she has no idea what to do with the knife, she’ll bring it inside her apartment. It’ll probably make for a funny story to tell Nemu later. Really, it could’ve been worse.

      “Thank you, miss or mister Secret Santa... whoever you are.” Speaking to the air as she bows politely, the idol picks the entire assortment of gifts and walks back inside, quietly closing the front door behind her.

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mediumofthestars:

✯ “Isn’t it the most beautiful shade of blue you’ve ever seen in your life?!” As a proud mom, Maya had no shame in showing off her little gem and her qualities. “Feel free to do so, just be careful not to touch the nose. Bubble is pretty sensitive in that area.”

✯ Bubble coos in response. She doesn’t mind strangers touching her, but she sure wishes people would just get used to Pokémon already instead of treating them like exotic creatures. Perhaps that can’t be avoided, however, with the way Hive City works.

[ ★ ]—— “Thank you! I won’t take much of your time,” Eli tells the girl politely before hovering a hand over Bubble’s head. The surface feels so smooth under her palm, and she finds herself feeling a bit addicted as she pets Bubble gently and slowly. A question rises to her mind as she turns to the owner with a new glimmer in her eyes.

      “Forgive me for asking, but does one need a licence to own a Pokemon?”

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[ ★ ]—— “With Christmas gone, I can finally close shop and get a few days off for myself. I hope the New Years celebrations around here won’t be too... explosive.”

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nemure:

The snow-covered trees were a beautiful sight, even as it grew darker. The festivities carried on only a short distance away, but here it felt perfectly quiet outside the sounds of the reindeer carrying them on. It was a leisurely ride, or Nemu would have been afraid one of them might fall out of the sleigh’s low sides. As it was, they were held together easily under a warm blanket, another curled back behind their hands. It was cozy, but the real warmth came from the hand she held under the blanket.

“I want to pet one. Do you think he would let me?” she said to Eli quietly. The coachman she referred to had no response, as if he hadn’t heard or was trained to leave the riders in peace after he’d passed off the cocoa. Nemu’s other hand held it out just beyond the edge of a coat a little too big for her.

“It would be fun to pet most of the creatures around here, and I haven’t even seen them all yet.” With a crystallizing breath, she blew on the cocoa to cool it down more quickly.

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[ ★ ]—— This year’s winter ball holds a special feeling to Eli, seeking peace and tenderness, which drives her away from the usual socializing to prioritize her time with Nemu. White extends to everywhere she looks past the sleigh they’re sitting on, and the chill wind kisses her face in a way that is made pleasant by the smell of cocoa and the presence next to her. Fingers tangle together under the blanket, and she sighs in whole contentement before she hears Nemu speak.

      “I don’t think it would be an issue if you asked him politely after the ride,” she says, likewise eager to feel the softness of animal fur under her palm. With her ever-growing wish to get a Pokemon stirred by her meeting with Maya, Eli would love to be able to pet a creature everyday and take care of it.

      “Yeah, I share the same sentiment. We should at least try finding a few and give them our affection.” It’s an idea she throws out there, but she knows the task won’t be that easy.

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✯ Maya is currently taking care of the mentioned pokémon - a Marill, to be more specific. She’s just learned how to make poffins of her own and wishes to give one for the creature to taste. She has no idea of why Bubble loves bitter flavored stuff of all things, but oh well. At least she won’t go after her own sweets.

✯ The creature is munching the treat happily when Maya hears a voice calling her close by. A curious mind towards the beings, she sees! The medium appreciates those sorts. “Yup! This is my dear Bubble, the cutest Marill ever! Isn’t she a darling~?”

[ ★ ]—— So these Pokemon have individual names like regular animals, and she briefly reflects on it as she finds both that and the pet name to be extremely adorable. Eli brightens her smile towards the girl and nods in agreement with the question.

      “She is! I’ve never seen a... Marill before.” She has paused briefly to make sure she pronounced the name properly. “Actually, I haven’t paid attention to Pokemon before recently. I love the color of her mane, by the way.” Another pause. “Can I pet her a little bit?”

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idoldays:

A sigh comes out as Maki adjusts her scarf to the bone-chilling wind. She kind of wished that it would just snow so she could stay home in this kind of weather. If it snowed hard enough would they even cancel school? But hearing Eli speak made her quickly look back at her.

“Eh? Ah well… it’s moving. It’s a little rough… but I think something is coming alone for the new song.”

When asked to make a new song, Maki wasn’t sure if she had the inspiration to pull it off. Her melodies kept sounding the same and something just never seemed right with the stuff she made… She wanted to overcome her block but with no one else in the group musically talented she was a bit at a loss… But maybe with Eli….

“How’s the choreography going though… I know we can’t do much till I finish but I’d like to see some of the moves you have in mind.”

[ ★ ]—— Eli nods in acknowledgement, not at all worried for the vague answer. The faith she lays in Maki is great, as she never failed to come up with fantastic songs that contributed to Muse’s slow but constant raise in the ranks. “I’m sure you’ll come around it,” she says. “We worked under a much stricter schedule in the past, and Christmas is not around until next month, so this time we have much more room for organization. Make sure not to overexert yourself.” 

      As the question is thrown back at her, she hums it over briefly.

      “I have a few ideas about specific moves, though nothing is set in stone. I’m basing some ideas on our past Christmas songs for now. I’m sure I’ll have a more definite picture once you are finished, but I can show what I’ve got so far in the meantime.”

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burikidaioh:

Aw hell yeah, actual food. Actual good food, for specifics! Thank you random passerby, the vague directions has lead him to salvation. Akira gives her a polite nod. 

“Thanks! Nice place you got here. Like the… uh, ays-thetic.”

[ ★ ]—— “Thank you! It does stand out from a regular cafè for the theme, but we also serve food that tries to satisfy every costumer.” The idea wasn’t originally hers and she won’t claim to own it at all, even as the place grew and became pretty popular under her ownership. “When you decide your order I will have it sent to be prepared shortly.”

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guardiantender:

Gin bar business hours were normally open only at night seeing as he was like a night owl, as in he was only awake at night time to work and used the early early morning for shopping. And even than he’ll just order his stuff online.

Its usual to see people you never seen before when you enter something new. Really.

IN THE END he just gave her a delicate cup of a mix between chocolate and coffee plus one chocolate truffle in it. 

 “Careful, its dark chocolate so I’m not sure if its up to your taste.”

[ ★ ]—— “Oh, don’t worry, I love any kind of chocolate, it’s no problem to me.” She’d never say no to any flavour, and the bitterness of dark chocolate will contribute to keep her awake for long enough to get home safely. Lukewarm palms handle the cup with care, and she blows the steam off the top as she relishes the aroma it emanates.

      After a single sip, she blinks a few times while registering the new mix of flavours invading her mouth. A deep exhale, and then she smiles at the bartender.

      “It’s pretty delicious. Thank you.”

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nemure:

“Now we can have even easier sleepovers.~”

No more sectors apart. If her majestic roommate finds a problem with two giggling girls hanging around sometimes, well, he’ll get used to it.

[ ★ ]—— “Right? I haven’t met my roomate yet, but I’m sure something can be done even if they’re not that friendly of a person. I’m glad I can spend a longer time with you.”

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nemure:

“I don’t know. I might try it when my head clears a bit.” It felt too dangerous to let her emotions out again before she was closer to stable. Shouting into nothingness and hearing nothing back would feel too awful. 

A few deep breaths later, Nemu spoke again. Any distraction was worth it. She lifted her head slightly, still staring down, but the clarity of her voice increased. “I was born here. I was always in this empty white space. An accident let me leave once when I was a child, but I was locked back up here before long. There was a boy that had helped me see the outside world, and they wanted to kill him. I begged them not to. Instead, they made me erase his memories.”

“When I might’ve been 16, they let me out to attend the academy on this mountain. I was able to enjoy a normal school life for a while and meet that boy again. But that academy was another experiment, and another punishment for me. They forced the students around me to start killing each other.”

The thoughts in her head had stopped swirling. Talking about it in a largely level voice had helped calm the panic, even if the fear and bitterness wouldn’t subside so easily. “I hope you don’t think I was hiding this from you. There was never a reason to bring it up, and I suppose…” She grimaced. “I was used to it being something dangerous to mention and something I wanted to forget about. No one on this mountain, or the rich people watching, has any good intentions. They might already erase your memory, now.”

[ ★ ]—— The abrupt storytelling drops Eli from her thoughts. Nemu is telling her past without any pressure, fragments of information dropping one by one in Eli’s ears. She stiffens, jaw locking and eyes widening at the tragic details given out to her like they’re not part of what the other girl went through, but something the idol only ever heard about in a fictional TV show.

      Anger is replaced by dismay, then pity, then sadness. An experience like that would have traumatized anyone, but Eli is assailed by guilt for how she will never be able to understand how Nemu feels because her school life had been completely normal, even with the whole idol business and the bit of drama that preceded it. The years she spent before being taken to the city were full of happiness, unlike Nemu’s. There really is no way she can fully comprehend the level of suffering the other girl was put through.

      But she can try to soothe the pain somehow, with her presence and warmth, even if it doesn’t mean a lot and Eli is still powerless in the face of something that is greater than her like the possibility of memory loss. Scooting closer, she bumps shoulders with Nemu and firms her features up to mask the conscious fear of the unknown belying in her heart.

      “I’m glad you opened up to me,” she says. “Even if you’re venting or trying to distract yourself from this situation, I hope letting me hear you out was of any help... and I’m sorry that such horrible things happened to you. I can’t say I understand the extent of your experience, but what I know for sure is that you deserved none of it.”

      “If you did, I wouldn’t have fallen in love with you.” She smiles, comforted by her own words as she recalls the good moments spent with Nemu up to when they became a couple. “I regret nothing about being with you, and in the off chance these people will take my memories away, I never will regret them.” She frowns, looking down and clenching her hands into fists over her lap. “Even so, I think that’s not exactly what’s going to happen... especially if what I suspect is true, and these rooms could be a replica of the facility you used to live in.”

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Hello! I was wondering if Eli Ayase, veteran noble rank, can be moved somewhere in chateau noblesse? She's currently housed in apartment j-1!

She’ll be moved to CN-7!

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IT’S WINTER BALL TIME, and Eli will walk in with this outfit that I convenientely took from the game. Not sure if I’m going to post an ad, but here’s a reference in the meantime.

All replies I owe outside the winter ball (citta & indie) will be done as soon as possible! 

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noxflor:

❛ Well.. ❜ She paused immersing herself in deep thinking. An Oracle not attending to her duties to simply explore a new land, was that even proper? 

❛ Perhaps I really should, is there a way to get a copy of any music in there? I could even gift it to someone. I’m not that knowledgeable in music, unfortunately. ❜

[ ★ ]—— “You should be able to. It’d be like buying music from the internet, I suppose? There should be no issue with that, as long as you have the money for it.”

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nemure:

It didn’t comfort her at first to be touched. She winced instead, finding it painful that her suffering was more visible and placed over Eli’s. If she was the reason for others’ misfortune, she wanted her feelings to be the least of the worry. If only she could piece back together a calm and guiltless expression.

Speaking didn’t come easily at first; nothing did aside from a slow shuffling in the direction she was led. She felt like a child again… but even then, she relied on herself to fix things. Whenever being with her had harmed Keisuke, it had been up to her to change it. Begging was generally a part of the process, but it was still her making that choice. Would anything change if she asked the cameras for mercy?

“When I first arrived in the city, I suspected the people here were still in control. After a while, I decided the Scientists were someone else. But I’m back here anyway… I don’t know where the line is, or if it even matters.” They were here, whether the Scientists had made that choice, or the scientists she’d grown up around.

“There should be people here. Even in the virtual world, there should be a voice.” Somehow the facility felt more oppressive with no one around. A feeling of being watched wouldn’t go away even if the camera feeds weren’t being looked at. “There…”

Real world or fake world, anyone with the right power could cut off their consciousness at will. What if it blinked out and they were separated in this desolate place? Was this a new game?

“…Stop. I feel sick.” Uneasiness wrapped around her like a rising pool of water. She stepped away from Eli and back against a white wall, sliding down to hold her knees against her chest. They couldn’t circle around aimlessly, or her panic might explode in another emotional display. Stopping and figuring out what she could do about this, or at least focusing on her breathing, was better.

“Let me think,” she said, even if her voice was quiet with her forehead pressed to her knees.

[ ★ ]—— Biting the inside of her cheek, Eli just watches Nemu crumple to the floor, curling herself in a ball and asking a moment to think. Anger flares within the idol, none of that directed at the other girl but instead at whoever could be so cruel to reduce a person in such a state. It’s so pitiful it drives her nails into her palms as she tightens her shaking fists, trying to hide her emotions behind a mask of concern. 

      Is this the sole extent of what she can do for Nemu? Just aimlessly wander around and hope for something that might never be there? How... useless. She sighs heavily through her nose and then decides that marching around the room is fruitless and annoying, so she joins Nemu by the wall to rest her legs, hands nervously tampering with her skirt in idle nervousness.

      “You said there should be a voice,” she starts quietly, like she’s talking with a scared little animal. Well, Nemu doesn’t look much different than one right now. “I guess it won’t work if we try to speak to it, right? Like, yelling at the air, or something...” 

      She falls silent sighs, rubbing her own forehead as her temples start pulsing. Being angry shouldn’t hurt her like this, but her head is starting to spin—like it’s chiding her for the emotions blooming out of her control. That makes her feel even more useless. It’s an ugly cycle.

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[ ★ ]—— Eli has become pretty aware of the city’s happenings, even as she’s not one to be involved in them. She also knows of an increase of people owning strange creatures they call Pokemon. When she first stepped into the city, there was no such trend busying the citizens, but now she can’t walk through a single street without seeing a Pokemon or two. It’s quite odd, and makes Eli wonder if maybe she should try her hand at owning one of them as well just to go with the crowd. 

      She was sure she could ignore those thoughts, until one day she can’t help stopping on her tracks at the sight of a mouse-like Pokemon whose color is the most beautiful shade of blue she’d ever seen. Eli stares agape for a moment, then rescues a smile that she directs at the owner of the creature.

      “Ah, sorry to disturb... but that’s a Pokemon you’re owning, right? It looks so cute, and I love its colors. Does it have a name?”