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[ Sabitsuki ]

  not a thought of   ‘ should have never told her ’ ―   no, things must be told,   some finding themselves of   especial importance.   such as now.   sabitsuki knew.

                                          「do you notice the marks on your neck                                              the torn out pages and the shit we                                              said on them.                                              it was me.                                              don’t be stupid, think about it, you                                              know it was                                              no more air                                              no reason                                              just because i got mad.                                              at you.                                              you probably wouldn’t hang out with                                              your killer or the people you’ve                                              killed but i do it all the time.                                              even before this.                                              it’s nothing weird.」

                 { ✘♟✘ }

{ recite the words verbatim, with your ruined brain and parched lips - though you cannot, and all that is is gibberish. voice your thoughts for once, voice them child; you have nothing to fear    } 

                                                 ❝ Ach-? ❞ 

{ still, remain under cover, for you have little idea of reaction as your appendages  reach to touch your neck } 

                                                 [ i                                                  am i supposed to believe that?                                                  because i think i do.                                                  i ]

[ no. you did that? you really did? ]

                                                 [ i, what? what do you                                                  want me to think about this? ]

[ why did you even tell me, you didn't have to mention anything. but you did? that scares me more than thinking about? ]

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[ Sabitsuki ]

  akin to telling the freckled,   aquatic girl;   painful, and therefore unusual.   hatred for such, but she pursues.

                                          「you HAVE                                               do you think death is permanent?                                               because it’s not.                                               especially not here.                                               you go to the trials, like part of the cattle,                                               you know that, right.                                               it’s a basic.」

                 { ✘♟✘ }

[ no, i know it isn't but ]

                                          Picture this;                                                         You know what happens,                                                         You know it happens,                                                         But you don't think it could happen to you.

Ignorance, in this case, would be better. 

                                          [ i didn't think it would                                           be me, i guess? i? ]

[ what, who, where, when...why. or was it just an accident? did i get myself killed somehow? ]

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online;

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[ Sabitsuki ]

  ah.   her face shows again;   she is pure, & of innocence,   and corrupted must taint it   again.   bring her wrath among all those   who’d do so to her, yet when it   is herself, she shan’t lay a claw   upon her own skin.

                                          「have you ever died before.」

  she has.

                 { ✘♟✘ }

Questions, more than anything, are pieces of consciousness    allowing access into a picture, however small. She knows this, but keeps the message at the back of her brain, fearing insight she would rather have none of. 

                                                     [ no. ]

[ but i wouldn't like to be the one to. ]

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[ Sabitsuki ]

  this topic is dying,   meeting thanatos &   taking his hand eagerly.   like herself.

                                          「hey.                                               i’m going to show you something.」

  ah, reference.

                 { ✘♟✘ }

Wonder's basis is on question, so natural it would be to ask if emotion truly becomes it. 

                                             [ like what. ] 

But it, sadly, does not    left is demand in place that will rot. 

                                              [ nevermind, i guess i'll see. ]

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[ Sabitsuki ]

  rusted does not think   that is much of an answer;   but nevertheless, it is one.   she will take anything.   ( she’s not hurt, not dead,   so she’s not bitching. )

                                          「how do you do nothing                                              for that long.」

                 { ✘♟✘ }

Shrug is simple, half-hearted even; almost as if she's admitting she doesn't know,  and, if anything, she should be. She could be admitting. Or she most certainly might be. 

                                                  [ you just do, i guess. ]

[ doing nothing doesn't really take that much effort, and there's not really a correct way to go about it so, yeah. ]

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Send "Tick Tock" for a random thought without context that my character has during a day.

Ⓦ

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Leave “Red String of Fate” in my askbox.

I’ll generate a number from 1-77 (YES SEVENTY SEVEN OPTIONS!) to see what is in our muses’ destinies, then I’ll write some drabble based on the number generated.

NOTE: This meme was originally posted by frommemetoyou, which has since deleted, breaking the read more. Further notes on that at the end of the read more.

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[ Sabitsuki ]

  grateful, truly, for the interaction;   another secret for herself,   unless interaction provoked so.   she writes quickly, in haste,   ‘nd such is projected onto the way strokes are   made & letters to letters to sentences are   formed.

                                           「sick                                                gets worse everyday                                                where did you go?」

                 { ✘♟✘ }

[ dunno, nowhere. ]

                                  [ sleeping is more of                                   a something you do,                                   really. ] 

Haste is noted; to child it matters not, topic at hand is of more importance    mundane as it is.  { truth told she doesn't know where she's been,  the activity is all she can give }

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online;

feel free to like this for a short starter

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[ Sabitsuki ]

  Fool;   not as if she cares or anything of that idiotic sort.   ( Ah;   how the maroon glitters and shines in their   psychological sense, much more than that of   natural surroundings;   rust has not looked upon flower   & as such has not been in its valued presence   for some time, so gratefulness is high.   Shan’t admit now, but there is no rhyme   for liars. )

                 { ✘♟✘ }

The silent is grateful for unspoken to remain. { anticipation could put entire planets to asteroid ruin, let alone a bug of a girl. she is tiny, insignificant in her wait to rummage for words her neurological system barely allows to travel to appendage. } 

[ how have you been? ]

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She'll never grow accustomed to the emotional impact of the trials.

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                 { ✘♟✘ }

She realizes the implications of her absence; thus, apology will be offered to friend, if they need it.

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                 { ✘♟✘ }

Oh.

She didn't know until now, but she'll go.

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                 { ✘♟✘ }

She raises an eyebrow at this girl. Weird people here.

                                              Not that she should be talking.

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[ Sakamaki ]

A familiar face, indeed. He had believed her to have vanished off the face of the islands, an unfortunate thought considering she had been one of the more tolerable students on the island. Such a belief did not stem from her silence, but her intelligence proven once upon a trial. It would be a lie to claim that her whereabouts do not cross his mind once in a blue moon.

Slender figure bends in order to more clearly read her mode of communication. "It has been quite awhile, has it not? Have you been ill? Although you are not a competitor for the title of "sociable student", your absence has been noticed." By him, anyways. Standing straight, he is patient. Patient with the young mute woman.

                 { ✘♟✘ }

Oddly enough, she thinks back to her absence and cannot remember more than sleeping away days for    how long? time is barren in this period, this girl thinks    longer than needed, that much is clear. And where she had been for that, it would be...? She really doesn't know. What is certain is that she has been slipping  into short periods of hibernation with bouts of hazy consciousness in between. If she takes the factor of sickness into account...

                                                     Pause, if evident in presentation,                                                      will be present before she begins                                                      her reply.

[ yeah, it has. it's nice to see you again. about being gone...uhm, i think i was sleeping- not sure where exactly- just sleeping? i don't think i was sick, but i might be wrong- actually, being sick seems pretty possible. ] she pens, words being crossed and scribbled out along the way as she contemplates in casual syntax.

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[ Whiteface ]

"A book with no name, no author nor any lines, you say? Hmm…"

"Perhaps that someone ought to have read it? You must remember that no book in existence cannot tell a tale. The conception of the text itself to the hands that held it speaks a story in itself. Why was the book placed there, then? And by whom?  What was to be their goal?"

"See, Hana, there is always a story to be read. As for whom…perhaps the wayward traveler may find it!"

                 { ✘♟✘ }

❝ ...Guess you're right- whoever found it, the wayward traveler or whoever, would be pretty unlucky, though.  ❞ 

                                               ❝ To have a book with                                                no content, only the stuff                                                behind it...you'd have to                                                have a bit of imagination                                                and determination to figure                                                 all that stuff out, right? ❞  

❝ ...That is, if you could even figure out that the book was empty. It'd probably be ruined by the elements, and maybe you'd think that maybe there actually was once something in the book- but really, there would be nothing, just washed out pages to make you think that there was something when there was...  ❞ 

                                               ❝ It's kinda confusing.  ❞