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❥- She'd been jumping at shadows ever since she'd been left by herself. Since the abandonment had been without warning, she'd been left with no indication of what she should expect. To go from having every aspect of her life controlled, to complete emptiness...

On one hand, there was relief, but on the other -

Panic. Sheer Panic.

"Stop-! She'll - M-Mother's -" Yumi flinches, eyes jerking towards the same stairway she'd fallen from. Empty. She'd been running from phantoms of her memory, someone she'd thought she'd seen out of the corner of her eye.

"I-!..She was right there, I swear...."

Her confusion doesn't allow her to process the boy's question, eyes only now glancing down to the wounds on her knees. Her skin was fragile - so the amount of blood made it look far worse than it really was. Her elbows were probably in a similar shape, though they didn't sting quite as badly.

"Now I've really messed things up - this is going to be so hard to clean..."

The floor, her clothes. The disorder she sees only fuels her anxiety.

@lovelornings asked:

❛ everyone who ever helped me is dead. i don’t want that to happen to you. �� ( To either Diluc or Yuuki from Yumi ? )

𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

The comment seemed a little on the dramatic side, but given his own family complications, he knew better than to judge someone or try to guess what type of life they'd maybe experience this far. Instead of leaving her, he knelt down by the girl's side and carefully examined the cut to her knee, a small shake of his head given. "Well, I have no plans on dying any time soon - but I couldn't just leave you here either...that looked like a rather nasty fall", he glanced back towards the stairway she'd just taken a tumble on, wondering if she was perhaps being chased? She certainty looked as though she'd been in a hurry, "Is there somewhere I can help you get to?"

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@smokes-and-bullets from here

The blond stares at her with a slight grimace at her words. "Who do you take me for.. Almost an insult you would think I'd betray a person who trusted me enough to confide in me."

People had a tendency to do that, take the information given and twist it for their own gain. It wasn't anything new so Francis understood where Misato came from. "My point is don't worry, lips are sealed with your words. I may be a huge fucking asshole but I'm not two faced bastard.."

🎭- Hunger was affecting her judgement at this point. That much was obvious to her now, confiding in someone she barely knew to keep her location secret. Eventually, she'd have to go back to the hotel room, but she prayed that time wouldn't be so soon.

"Forgive me, then. I'm afraid I'm not used to dealing with people with that kind of decency."

Especially when she's so out of place here, in the middle of the night like this. A teenager in a night gown, desperately looking for something to eat. It didn't take much of a vivid imagination to realize what could go wrong.

So, she'd told him the simple truth, as playing a tough front was not going to be of service here.

I'm a teenage model - my father won't let me eat. Just let me get something and go back, I promise.

"I'm not blind to my fortune in this situation, nevertheless." She adds, hand running across her face. There's a stabbing pain behind her eyes, radiating up to the front of her forehead.

It's desperation that brings her out to the streets, not stupidity.

"I know it's already too much to ask - but you wouldn't happen to have any food on you, by chance?"

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❥- Yumi could only hope that willingness to learn would stay. She'd been having too many nightmares about her new 'sister' to be rejecting her aid completely; of the inventible downfall of a rebellious child.

"Yeah. Me too." She forces a smile once more, trying to make up for the lack of energy in her voice. ( She can feel Mother watching them from the rearview mirror as her silent Father takes the wheel of the car, who she hadn't heard a word from in days. )

"Come to me if you need help with anything, okay? You'll never be bothering me"

Even if she was just playing the part of the sweet, caring sibling right now, she hoped those words would sink in. She knew things would turn ugly at mealtime. That's when they usually did - the stress of eating in a perfect manner was what always ruined her own appetite. ( The poor girl didn't stand much of a chance, but the sounds of it ).

"Hobbies...?"

The question catches her off guard, almost as if the word itself was foreign to her. That confusion, not to mention the temporary panic that she didn't have the right answer to give, was visible on her face for a moment or two before she regains her composure.

"I -I guess...I really like sewing..?"

Hesitance as her eyes dart to Mother for approval. There was some reassurance as she saw a smile on the woman's lips.

"Oh yes! She's quite the natural at it, dearie! Yumi, honey, do show her your ragdolls when we get home, won't you?"

The young girl unconsciously touches the scar across her nose at the word natural, suppressing a shiver that wanted to crawl up her spine.

"Yes Mother."

She didn't particularly want to, but it should be fine as long as she didn't introduce Kitahachi's doll.

“You think so? I really hope to get the hang of it. I would really appreciate anything you show me!” Rebecca exclaimed in a cheery tone.

Any warning that Yumi may or may not have unintentionally given had gone completely over Rebecca’s head. Her excitement had blinded her to any red flags that might be seen in the current situation. The young girl’s attention was also very focused on the car she was currently in and watching the moving sights from the car’s window after they started to pull away from the orphanage.

Her mind raced with new thoughts of hope for the future, excitement for her new home and family. Her legs kicked back and forth lightly in glee. She turned back to Yumi when questions of hobbies popped up in her head.

“What do you like to do for fun?”

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Anxiety was the constant and unwanted companion that was engraved into Yumi. Though there were times where she wasn't necessarily frightened, the ever-present need to avoid reprimand had formed its own instincts.

"Did I do something wrong....?" She whispers, voice low enough that it could be heard by her two friends. Misato responds with a sigh, lightly ruffling Yumi's hair as she responded to the Spartan.

"Yes, well - a warning would be in order next time. That's all." she chided: annoyed, but not one to forget her manners completely. She was the guest here, after all.

( One could argue she was being unreasonable, but it does hurt her soul to see the other girl this way. )

The actress clears her throat, attempting to remove the residual tension she felt. Likewise, Yumi slowly releases her grip on her friend, attempting to focus her attention back on the present moment. Thankfully, the small gift she's given seems to work its magic in that regard, face lighting up with a gasp of surprise. What might have been simple, forgettable, gifts to most was a treasure trove to her. They would all be stashed in her drawers later, categorized to relive this memory later.

"She's the shy, sensitive sort" Misato began to explain to Rebecca, good mood now returning her smile. "It doesn't take much to scare her - or insult me, for that matter"

She attempted to exaggerate her own negative traits, presenting as someone far more impatient than the director who had never raised her voice at her stage hand for their mistakes.

There's a small huff of laughter under Yumi's breath, but she doesn't correct her.

"I've only got you and Misato-senpai, so that's easy! Of course we had to stick together!"

Rarely did she ever break into a full smile, but Rebecca's comment is more than enough to warrant for it. For all the times she'd been told she shouldn't have been born - it was nice to hear the opposite every once in a while.

"But you know - you're really lucky to have someone like your dad. Father didn't want me in the house when it was just the two of us. I don't think family ties mean all that much - because my parents didn't really like me. Not like that, anyways..."

Maybe she's slightly jealous - but at least Yumi had nothing to worry about with a now empty house.

Trying to find those lost to the void. RP with lovelornings.

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( Drafts are all done and put in the queue ! I'll be setting up to go back to @nobuverse next, but I'll still be keeping on a eye here to reply to things ! )

[lovelornings]

( I've been really struggling to try and put together a headcanon post or two on Rokuro's ( Misato's dad ) immoral practices beyond just his creativity theft

But it's so hard to condense crime on that massive of a scale in a way that's digestible

I can talk about the exploitation of work forces and the destruction of legitimate business but it still doesn't convey the amount of suffering and broken families that all result from one man's greed

I think the best I can do at this point is maybe put a focus on developing his involvement with the Yakuza to make it a little more tangible. )

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( Sometimes I like to imagine that even though Misato thinks she's being all clever by thinking no one in Ankadomari knows enough about high fashion to have any idea she's a famous model

pretty much everyone in her drama club knows they're just pretending they don't for her sake so she can live out her fantasy )

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&. 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  an  assortment  of  dialogue  prompts  for  various  crime  /  mafia  /  detective  /  criminal  underworld  scenarios.  trigger  warning  for  dark  themes.  feel  free  to  change  as  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ i always get paid in the end, one way or another. ❜

❛ maybe you just need someone to tell you what to do. ❜

❛ i don’t think you fully understand the situation you’re in. ❜

❛ rule one: don’t get caught. ❜

❛ i do what people pay me to do. ❜

❛ consider this a professional courtesy. ❜

❛ i want us to be friends. i want us to trust each other. ❜

❛ you thought you could just fuck with us, and we wouldn’t fuck with you? ❜

❛ can we just exchange three words without you pulling a gun on me? ❜

❛ the detective’s life isn’t an easy one. but it rarely lacks for excitement. ❜

❛ i don’t have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ tell me, what was life like on the other side? ❜

❛ so, to what do i owe this pleasure? ❜

❛ how many fights have you been in this week? ❜

❛ you want a silencer pistol? sure, if one’s on sale. ❜

❛ go ahead. you might as well finish the job. ❜

❛ can i at least buy you a drink? ❜

❛ you’re gonna get yourself killed if you keep this up. you know that, right? ❜

❛ we’re not all savages here, sweetheart. ❜

❛ the only thing that’s gonna keep you safe in this world is that gun. ❜

❛ i’ll teach you something about punishment. ❜

❛ do we have your allegiance or not? ❜

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ you wanted the truth. i’ve given it to you. it’s up to you what you do with it. ❜

❛ you’re playing nurse to a killer, you know. ❜

❛ this your idea of laying low? ❜

❛ looks like you could use a bodyguard. ❜

❛ you look great. like a million bucks of real money. ❜

❛ working together again, it’s just like old times. ❜

❛ drink all you want, but we need to stay focused. ❜

❛ you’re like a cockroach i can’t kill. i mean it in a good way. ❜

❛ you eat, or you get eaten. animals call it survival. humans call it business. ❜

❛ i could teach you how to fight, but i wasn’t equipped to take care of you. ❜

❛ i wanted to hurt them for the way they hurt you. ❜

❛ no one’s worth a bullet between the eyes. ❜

❛ may i have my gun back? ❜

❛ who taught you how to do that? ❜

❛ i’m gonna make you an offer. one time only. ❜

❛ i had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. ❜

❛ you still have to keep up appearances. ❜

❛ the bodies he buried laid the foundation of what we are now. ❜

❛ imagine how quickly you can succeed if you just take what you want. ❜

❛ that wasn’t a punch. if i’d punched you, you’d be on the floor. ❜

❛ the choice to live an ordinary life is no longer an option for me. ❜

❛ i need you to focus on this case. not on me. can you do that? ❜

❛ you’re still an honest person. it’s the rest of the world that’s gone crooked. ❜

❛ all you need to do is exactly what i tell you to do. ❜

❛ i’ve done things i’m not proud of. i’ve hurt people and i’m going to hurt more. ❜

❛ blood money buys the best art. ❜

❛ everyone who ever helped me is dead. i don’t want that to happen to you. ❜

❛ i don’t kill people. not even scumbags like you who deserve it. ❜

❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜

❛ you’re not very good at retiring. ❜

❛ remember who the real enemy is. ❜

❛ you’re one of us now. nobody ever tell you that? ❜

❛ i’m the lucky one who pulled you out of the garbage. ❜

❛ if it were up to me, you would’ve been dead a long time ago. ❜

❛ everyone in that room has lived far worse than anything you’ve ever done. ❜

❛ if you’re doing it to help someone, doesn’t that make it okay? ❜

❛ you don’t get to be at the top without making enemies looking to tear you down. ❜

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Kaikabutta kijou no ron narau You pretend to know the story

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But you were wrong

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@electricea

"From the grey faces!"

🎭- "Grey faces? Do you mean - like aliens? Mon Dieu, you conspiracy theorists are the worst..."

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🎭- "Out of all the conspiracies I've heard about the way this world will end -

This vegetable apocalypse scenario is both the most ludicrous and the least poetic way I can think of everything coming to a halt. Where do these ideas emerge from...?"

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@goreburdened || SC ( For Yuuji ! )

❥- "Is there something wrong?"

Yumi couldn't help but notice this boy had been staring at her for a while now - though not with the usual malice she's used to from other teenagers. Strangely enough, she doesn't think he's looking directly at her - but more so around her. At her shoulders, her feet, to her back. It was almost as though he was staring at something she couldn't see.

( She had to be overthinking it - right ? )

"I'm...sorry if I'm bothering you."

Apologizing before she even knew if she'd done anything wrong was probably a bit stupid, but she didn't know what else to resort to.

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@starlixir ll SC

❥ - "Are you looking for mother ?"

It's the only thing she can think to answer with to the stranger at her door. The same thing she would have asked when that woman was here. Normally, she'd add the usual 'I can tell her you're here' or ' she'll be back later' - but neither of those would be the case.

Mother hadn't been home for a few months now.

"She's..."

Her gaze diverts to the ground, not staying nearly long enough on the visitor's face to place if she recongnized her or not.

"She doesn't live here anymore."

It's just me now.

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( Garden variety starter call

Specify if you want Yumi or Misato for those of you who have a preference, otherwise I will pick for you

Prioritizing those I don't currently have threads with )

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❥- Her eyes had become practically lifeless by then. Resigned to her fate, whatever it may be. Thinking too much about it would only fuel anxiety. Cutting herself from her own emotions was the only option to her.

Her head tilts slightly, but she gives no other response to his words. Yumi doesn't have the ability to register his discomfort - as she assumes any ill feelings are rightfully aimed at her.

There is no movement, no indication of discomfort as the cuffs are slipped on. Entrapment is not a new feeling, and she feels no more helpless than she usually does by having her hands restrained. Her wrist rolls once out of curiosity, wondering if she could slip them if she wanted. ( Probably: She's emaciated enough for that. But she had no desire to. )

It was the first time she'd stood upright enough to take a good look at this place - having been huddled up against the wall up until now.

"...she took a lot of things with her when she left." she mutters, more to herself than the man detaining her.

Though she hadn't lifted her head long enough back then to identity individual objects ( frankly, she would rather avoid those nightmares ) there was less then there was. That explained a lot of clanging she'd heard.

That isn't to say, however, that there weren't some haunting clues left behind. The soundproofing on the walls and the dried bloodstains on the gray floor gave their own sinister implications. Though the tape recorder next to the room's lone chair was smashed, it didn't look like it'd been emptied of its latest recording: the type of poor planning that came with a hasty escape.

"Careful."

She gives the single worded warning as he steps close to a rheostat controller, hooked up to a car battery and something that looked much like a metal rod.

"I don't know if that's still live or not."

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❥- Either he didn’t understand what she was saying, or he didn’t believe her. Though the anger and injustice had swelled up inside of her long enough to give her a burst of defiance she’d never had before now, the dread of doing something so wrong and out of line came to haunt her moments later. She moves her hands to cover her face, as if anticipating retaliation. She trembles and waits - but the blows never come. 

I don’t want to hurt you.

“I swear, I didn’t know. I knew something was wrong with her - but I never thought - I didn’t think it was this bad-!”

Yet the guilt still torments her - racks her body as she lets out an unexpected sob. Because it might as well have been her fault, shouldn’t it ? She hadn’t done anything. She hadn’t even tried. Maybe if she’d had the courage to defy Mother, she could have saved someone by wandering into that basement. 

“No, no…you’re right. It’s my fault Kita-kun’s dead. I’m the one who didn’t listen. I might as well have killed them.” 

She admits defeat, never being one to put up a fight. Even if the blame of the deaths wasn’t hers to take, she should still share the responsibility she had for it. Her head lifts, and she takes his hand - still shaking.

“Fine. Let’s go.”

Matthew was silent as she spoke, taking in each word. Something... wasn't quite lining up with her attitude. He had expected something different, more of a fight. Maybe not an outright brawl, but at least for her to resist him... but she was going quietly. There was a pit in his stomach that just wasn't comfortable with this situation at all.

But, regardless... his tracking and research had lead him here. He had to take some kind of action. Taking a deep breath, he takes her by the hand. It was shaking. It didn't feel like the shake of a criminal who had gotten caught.

It felt like a victim caught in the middle of something much bigger than herself.

Even from behind the mask, it was obvious that he wasn't too pleased about this situation. He looked down at her as she took his hand.

"...Alright then," he soon speaks up. "I'm going to take you in. It'll be easiest for the both of us if you cooperate. Just know that whatever I do is out of protocol, not malice." With his free hand, he pulls a set of cuffs from his belt, clipping it around her wrist. It's snug, but not enough to hurt. With that, he moves to slowly clasp the other cuff around her other wrist, trying to be gentle enough not to scare or agitate her.

He doesn't want to be doing this. He wants to figure out just what exactly is going on, why she is doing this... if she is doing this... but the fact remained that he hadn't inspected the room yet. If she was planted here as a decoy, as his gut was starting to warn him to the possibility of, then there were any number of other things in the room that could have been there. Surveillance equipment, bombs, anything.

The sooner he got her out, the sooner he could feel more comfortable getting to the bottom of things.

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v; Silk of Flesh and Blood ( Project Moon AU )

Content Warning: gore / body horror (?)

For Syndicate member or Fixer alike - quality clothing is essential. If they will spend thousands on what they wear, it is not simply a choice of style - but of survival. Suits, jackets, pants and blouses - they may be as light as their normal counterparts, but offer protection against bullets, blades and even magic.

Misato is the daughter of a tailor and a businessman with a strong foothold in this industry. Though this should be a point of pride - for her it offers nothing but horror and shame.

The patents for the clothing, for one, were never her father's ideas to begin with - but rather stolen patents from unfortunate tailors. A theft and murder commissioned before they could get them to the office.

Though, as unethical as this is, it does not compare to the horrid truth of the materials used for these creations: the flesh and bone of other human beings.