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     ‘ i saw a bright world.                                i cannot go back to a time where i did not know such a thing existed. ’

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 ◣ dazai-san ◥ :

“     say …   kyouka-chan , what was in that file that was so interesting?  “   it’s a test of faith  —  words filtered from coarse pumice lips , silver tongue ensnared behind a liar’s teeth.   he’s smiling , innocent and curious , but there’s nothing to his gaze ;  this is an empty interaction.   he’s asking questions he already knows the answers to.   (  and does that not apply for all inquiries he brings to light?   puzzles undone , pieces picked apart in the order that they have been placed.   this is the ANATHEMA of his existence.  )   the spoon in his cup of coffee is swirled once , and set to the rim with a soft clink before he takes a generous sip to warm his chilled insides.   //   @kaikanii.

◣ ✿ ◥ It wasn’t an unusual case; in fact, the story repeated itself over again in many different iterations: a mother who would do anything  to protect her child. Kyouka only got halfway through the first page of the file before her thoughts trailed off, her eyes gazing lifelessly at the papers in front of her. It wasn’t what she expected when asking for her day’s assignment, so she hadn’t prepared to see something all-too-familiar. Someone probably messed up, for she doubted anyone in the agency would give this case to her on purpose. On the other hand, she didn’t want to pass off an assignment she’d already been given--how stubborn.

Dazai’s question snapped her out of her stupor. Turning her blank gaze to him, she collected her thoughts before responding. “If you’re not busy, do you mind helping me with this?” she asked, tone far emptier than her usual monotone.

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now i have neither happiness nor unhappiness.   everything passes.

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 ◣ ??? ◥ :

 Now he takes one of the offered candies, solely to make up for the fact that he is dealing with her. Of all the people to try and gather information from, Lovecraft may be one of the easier targets, but he is not particularly knowledgeable. Ah well. It’s the girl’s loss, she really don’t seem that bad (which is the main reason Lovecraft is not giving her a hard time, as he wold most anyone else who bothered).

          “You know where one is, the rest you can figure out on your own.” The one being Poe, who is generally the opposite of a hassle for the city. (Generally.) The remaining members of the guild, wherever they happened to be scattered, are not Lovecraft’s problem and he thusly has absolutely no idea where they are or what they would be doing. (Not exactly true, he has seen one or two around, meaning they definitely exist, but he still does not care about them in the slightest.)

          “If they want to be found, you’ll hear of them.            Why do you care, if we’ve been quiet.” Under the mistaken impression that people care about things roughly as little as he does, Lovecraft feels that surely there are bigger things to care about than the remains of the guild. Fitzgerald, maybe, is understandable, but why are the rest important. He and those he knows about are not causing that much chaos.

◣ ✿ ◥ If nothing else, she could keep in mind that he knew very little and wasn’t a great source of information. It was less than the girl had been hoping for, but at least the possibility of Fitzgerald being alive and returning to be a pain in the neck had come to light. If she brought it up to the Agency, perhaps the more experienced members could dig up more information about it. As far as she knew, no one had considered following up on that.

As for Poe--well, Kyouka knew little about him. If he knew anything, he probably already told; he seemed to be some sort of friend of Ranpo’s, so she could leave that in his hands. Probably. If not, Fukuzawa could take care of it.

“I have friends here, and I want to keep them safe.” Based on what the man said a few minutes ago about not selling out his friend, he likely could relate to that sentiment. Kyouka wasn’t good with words, but he didn’t appear to be either. Maybe they had a bit in common, then. “The presence of the Guild has put my friends in danger before. I don’t want it to happen again. If the possibility exists that they might come back, I would like to be prepared.”

Kyouka made a note to stop and get tea on her way back to the office; she rarely spoke this much, and if the conversation continued, her throat would start hurting pretty soon.

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「 ♔ 」 Hello all! Would you please like and/or reblog this if you’re willing to interact with an indie Art from Hamatora? I’ll check out your blog and maybe follow. Thanks in advance!  ♡

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“ My name is Kyouka.  An orphan like you,  I like rabits and tofu I hate dogs and lightning. Since being taken in by the port mafia, I have killed 35 people in six months.  ”

( I do not wish to kill anymore )

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                                                ‘ i won’t fail as long as i’m with you ’

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12, 20, 42, 49

◣ ♔ ◥  detailed headcanon meme ❝ accepting. ❞

12: Favorite book genre?

She likes to read fact books about topics she likes (i.e. flowers) or skills she wants to learn (i.e. cooking), but lately, she’s been reading more mystery novels to go along with her new job.

20: Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

Kyouka was a healthy child who didn’t get sick often--the occasional cold and she got the flu maybe once, but her immune system took care of the rest.

42: How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?

Her parents home-schooled instead of sending her to an actual school because they didn’t want her out in the public more than necessary due to their own risky professions. They weren’t always around, so sometimes she was left to study with a tutor or by herself. This, of course, only lasted until she was eleven. In the mafia, Kouyou probably taught her stuff, but otherwise, she just read on her own. She’s never thought about her opinions on the matter.

49: Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?

No. She’s afraid that she won’t live up to the promise that she made to the ADA, and if she has to die to keep it--well, it’s already been proven that she’s willing to do just that. Living is more favourable, but she doesn’t fear death; in fact, part of her still feels she deserves to be punished for what she did while in the mafia.

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 ◣ dazai ◥ :

　　KEEP UP, DON’T FALL BEHIND, but Dazai’s already 30 steps ahead in that mind of his ; thinking ahead and doing things in ways which fly other others’ head as if it’s no big deal.And this of course… is just another one of his shenanigans that he does without proper explanation. ❝ Oh, don’t worry, ❞ he waves his hand as though swatting away a fly. ❝ At least I didn’t confuse it with broccoli! ❞

◣ ✿ ◥ The more she thought about it, the less it made sense. Cauliflowers weren’t even flowers, so they wouldn’t have any meaning in the language of flowers, right? Kyouka must’ve misheard him, then, even if he played along with it.  What flower started with something that sounded like ‘cauli-’? Ah, right. “Or did you mean the lilies?” That made a lot more sense.

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 ◣ ??? ◥ :

❝ o-oh, is th––there? ❞

she questions once more, placing a hand on her head to, indeed, feel a leaf in her hair. she plucked it out of her hair, a small laugh leaving her lips.

❝ a-ah! t-there is! t-thank you, d-dear! ❞

she laughs once more, a smiling directed towards the child before her.

◣ ✿ ◥ “You’re welcome,” she responded with a polite bow, almost doll-like in the motion--an old habit she’d yet to shake, especially around strangers, along with the fact that she didn’t want to be rude by leaving without being dismissed. Which, of course, just led to her standing there peeking up at the elder from beneath her fringe, not saying a word.

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 ◣ dazai ◥ :

          ❝ my head’s just not built for this weather. ❞    no one’s standing near his desk and the weather is fine— dazai makes laments public to anyone that might overhear. lacking an audience, he’ll attempt to generate one. elbows on his desk smear ink on the parts of reports he’s actually filled out ( quite the accomplishment for him, several sentences completed before noon ! ), leaving trails on the dilute blue pinstripes of his sleeves. dazai pouts, dazai presses the small of his back tighter against the support offered by his chair, picks up one foot and drops it onto wheel-capped spokes so he can lift and leverage his other foot against his desk and tip back, farther and farther, flirting with FALLING but mostly scanning for the first person that falls in his line of sight.

          ❝ ah! kyouka… you’re not terribly busy with anything, are you? it’d be good if someone would walk with me to the convenience store—. fresh air is good for us, after all, isn’t it? ❞

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◣ ✿ ◥ Kyouka had been sitting at her own desk across the room, writing reports as the man’s complaints filled the room as background noise. If she’d not been so used to his antics at that point, perhaps she would be paying more mind to it; as it stood, her goal was to get all or most of her paperwork done before he turned his attention to her specifically, and she was almost there when he called for her. She didn’t look up right away, pen scratching away at paper as she finished up her last sentence. Once finished, she arranged her reports neatly and stood up.

“I can go with you once I drop these off.” She nodded to the papers. Padding over to his desk, she waited for his answer--no doubt he’d agree since her condition was only a slight delay to his procrastination. And, with any luck, lunch would be offered to her as well.

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　❝ Calla lilies have two faces.

　　　—— And because of this feature, superstitions about this flower has two sides too 　　　　　　　　　　　　 positive and negative. ❞

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Gives her a half hearted pat on the head.

◣ ✿ ◥ Stares at him unamused until he removes his hand. What sort of child did he think she was?

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 ◣ ??? ◥ :

Lovecraft watches her approach skeptically– she clearly wants something, the vague offering extended his way only proving his point. He does not take her candied attempt at bribery, because that would be payment for a job he’s not going to do. Hands remain in his pockets.

          “It’ll cost you more than that to learn where my friend is.            And I don’t know where Fitzgerald is, some business or something.” By ‘it will cost more than that’, it is one of the few things Lovecraft cannot be bribed into doing. Absolutely cannot compromise his current (important?) job and get the only friend of his the Agency doesn’t know the location of in trouble. But, if she’s trying to gather information to make a nuisance of herself, Fitzgerald is not a friend and Lovecraft will set whoever would like to be set upon him.

◣ ✿ ◥ Just his rejection gave her enough information. The agency had assumed Fitzgerald was done for, but his words made it seem as though he was certain his former leader was alive and kicking. That’d be useful to report back. He also said friend, singular--so was there someone in the Guild he was closer to than any of the others?

She reached back into her bag and pulled out a handful of sweets, a new offer. “What about the others?” she inquired instead. “Not your friend and not Fitzgerald.” No guarantee that he knew anything or would be willing to tell her, but it was worth a try if it meant she might gain information she  could use to protect the agency. For good measure, she added, “Please?”

A little extra politesse never hurt, after all.

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