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[shininginyourlight]

Yagami furrowed his brow in confusion at Higashi's comment. He got that Kaito had been pretty protective since everything had gone down, but he still didn't think that Kaito would ever get to the point of getting too upset with Higashi, of all people. He wondered what might've given him that impression.

Before he could say anything about it, though, it seemed like they were about ready to make their way out. With the offer to continue on with the gatcha for a little while longer, though, Yagami shook his head.

"Nah, I can always come back." Wasn't the best look for his client to see him prioritizing a game over the case, after all. Even if it was just Higashi. So, he would follow Higashi out of the arcade.

"Guess we've gotta add you to the list of people who are weirdly worried about me now. ...Kinda surprised by it from you, though. Starting to like me?" Yagami couldn't help but tease, a small grin crossing his features.

"I dunno--- he might when it comes t' you." Frankly, Higashi had very little intention of trying to torment his friend - he was simply hoping to offer something to his current company so that the other could get some more rest. He could only hope that the whole thing didn't end up blowing up in his face, somehow, as it always seemed to. Fuck.

"... there's fuck all goin' on here. It won't hurt for me to step out for a bit." He did like the arcade, and now that it was his he was really trying to do it up a little bit - - but that wasn't to say it didn't get monotonous or a little enclosed.

He shrugs, lights up another cigarette and heads toward the door.

"Assume or think whatever y' want - - I just wanna make sure you don't end up dead or some shit. Or find another corpse." He pauses, opening the door; "Y' ready to head out or d'you want me to give you another ten minutes with the gatcha?" Which reminded him that he really needed to add the new machines; it was just an ass to move them. Perhaps closing for a week or two while they did a lot of the work would be for the best---- but he hated that idea, too.

[margravevampire]

The slavic vampire had only just just entered the village he was about to massacre before he noticed the other. being long lived , he had a keen senses for this sort of thing.

"Well, aren't you a fancy one."

its cold, its snowing. it looks like a snow storm is about to happen. perfect vampire weather.

@captianimarum

[equescaeli]

NOTICE

I am moving Dion over to my multi blog: @captianimarum . While I would prefer to keep him on his own blog, I just don't have the time to blog-hop so often and I'm missing writing him because of that. I'm hoping that in moving him over there I will be able to actually write him more often than not.

Love you all and I hope to see you over there.

[hautevaux]

I really wanna write Nuada more over on my multi @captianimarum. He does have final fantasy universes I'd be super excited to try 👀

[mjm5655]

@captianimarum it's probably as canon of a meet-up they'll ever have.

[jokesandjugglingballs]

It's been a long time.

I have wanted to come back, and I've tried time and time again- but I just can't seem to find the time between other blogs.

But I am actually in the process of adding Joker to my multi muse blog over at @captianimarum . I hope to have him active there very soon, so if interested- that's where he will be.

[jetblackknight]

⚔ ────▪ ❛ 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙸 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴 𝙰𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝙽 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚉𝙴, 𝙽𝙴𝚁𝙾 . ❜ ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ It's such a small statement, a throwaway in the wake of his son baring any feelings with him. He knows the weight of Nero's statement ; understands the implications and empathizes with it and him. He was quick to anger and alone once, too — and to think of everything lost in the wake of his choices was like being chained to the bottom of the sea . . . again. Vergil tries not to dwell on the statement too much, standing, holding out a hand to his son to help him up. 

                         ❛ But yes, we should go. Cake . . . And then whatever lies beyond. ❜ His wording is deliberate — an offer to extend what they have now, to remain in the company of one another for a little longer than the time it takes to bake pastries. To be let in. He only hopes the offer is not too subtle to go unnoticed, and is taken kindly. and even if it wasn't . . . Nero always knew that he was welcome at Devil May Cry. Vergil is certain that his younger twin would have made that well and clear several times over, now. The fact that he was now here, too, did not change that.                            He allows Nero the moment needed to prepare, and kicks off once he is, transforming in the air — taking to the skies is as easy as moving his wings to the breeze . . . but that doesn't change the route. Instead of heading for the sea, to fly over and back to the mainland, Vergil makes the decision to take the ferry, anyway. And in good time ; he touches down just as the second-to-last horn sounds, and quickly pays for both of their tickets ( not that Nero would have needed a ticket . . . he was certain the boy had free use of any service in Fortuna for as long as he lived, for the good that he has done for the island ). Still, it only feels right.                           ❛ You don't mind, do you ? ❜ His voice is . . . normal, even, but his eyes tell a different story. He had forgotten his lack of the Yamato, again. In the moment, so proud of Nero for trying to fly, and successfully flying some distance, it had been put out of his mind. His apprehension is as clear as the distant look in his eyes. A side of Vergil that Nero does not get to see often .❛ I'd forgotten how . . . long the flight from here to Red Grave can be. It would do no good to have you crash into the ocean. ❜                           But his explanation sounds more like a concealed excuse, and a poor one at that. With a tightly locked jaw, he gestures politely, offering for Nero to go first just as the final horn sounds — only a few minutes to board, now. People around them, some lucky tourists, a few residents, and some others, are walking towards the small vessel, luggage and groceries and whatever else in their hands. But Vergil, curiously, does not seem to step on it just yet.

Frankly, Nero decides, he doesn't want to know anything about shittin' out an egg or anything even remotely similar. The more he learns about his mutated and mixed nature, the more he actually finds he doesn't want to know it. As always, the youth would prefer to reach those things naturally and not think about it or cross the bridge, so to speak, until he was physically stood at its footing. A problem for another day; a day he'd absolutely hate, that's for sure but--- it wasn't that day.

Nero's thoughts deviate quickly, however - briefly chuckling to himself at the mention of his first meeting with his dearest Uncle Dante - - not that he'd know that at the time. In fact, he'd known very little at all other than the sudden murder of the Holy Priest, the panic, Nero's own instinct to try and eliminate the threat. Looking back... it made him smile.

"He dropped through the stained glass cupola above and shot the Holy Priest square in the head. It was in the middle of a service too - - panicked people running everywhere. So I did my job and tried to take him down... ended up having a spat, basically destroyed the inside of the church, and I almost bested him at one point. Pinned him to the stature by his own sword through his chest, thought that was the end of it... But yeah; my initial response to get him away from people was to run at him and take both of my boots square to his face." Good memories, to an extent - - but remembering Credo being there... how he'd helped the people out... it hurt him. Not being there fast enough later on in their endeavours was Nero's greatest failure, and Credo's death yet haunted him terribly.

"For the most part, y' ain't missed much." Growing up he had been a quiet and uncertain child who had preferred his own company and that of books about the stars - but as he grew older and more agitated with the world, he grew angry and rebellious. His time in the Order of the Sword was likely the most structure he had ever had, and even then he was a typhoon of Chaos at best. Nowadays... he was far more stable in his actions, had calmed a lot - - but it seemed the disasters continued, regardless.

Even as he speaks, he reaches out to accept a few of the candies, beginning to feel better for consuming them while eyes fixate briefly on the distance. It's weird... thinking back - -how comfortable he had felt confiding in V while they'd gone about their business, only to find himself speaking to the more complete version and feeling... strange. Perhaps it was the reality of it, the full weight that made the youth feel that... strange way. He'd always surrounded himself with found family, but now he had discovered to living relatives...

"Don't think we'd have gotten along when I was younger, anyways--- I was way too quick to anger and hated being around anyone so - - - could say you dodged a bullet, really." Even he knew, looking back, that he'd been a nightmare and if it wasn't for Dante's intervention Nero's life could have really taken a darker turn after the whole Sanctus thing in Fortuna.

As for apparently looking pallid - Nero shoots a glance at company and then looks away, humming in idle thought. He was feeling utterly drained that was for sure, but generally feeling better by the moment. Perhaps it was the reflecting upon certain memories that had made him appear somewhat sickly, given their traumatising nature, but he idly nods regardless.

"I guess I always just--" His sentence comes to a rather screeching halt as he contemplates whether he even wants to talk about it - old traits of burdening everything by himself beginning to rise once more. Things seen, things acted within, things that had happened... they were his to bare, burdens forever on his shoulders. "--end up feeling like absolute shite when thinking about what got lost on the way." Vague, certainly, but they offered enough.

"But yeah- lets get moving, either way."

[dantes--rebellion]

Starter for Alucard @captianimarum​ ❤

“I appreciate the invite and all, but this is your idea of a vacation? And here I thought romance was dead.” 

[jetblackknight]

𝒊𝒕’𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒚.

I know it’s not right now. I know it hurts and you’re tired and it’s all so much and you don’t know how to handle it and you don’t want to carry it but you don’t know where can you put it down. I know. I’m sorry. it shouldn’t be this way. you don’t deserve that. but it’s going to be okay. I can’t tell you when or how but I promise it will get better. things can only get better. there will be more love and peace than you can imagine. it is going to be okay. you are going to be okay.

What You Need to Hear. tagged by: @mxldito tagging: @famiglia-lealta ( Nerinda, Squalo ), @sunfallsprophet , @captianimarum ( Nero ), and you, yes you.

[shininginyourlight]

He'd be fine. He had to be fine. ... He'd be fine. Yeah, sure he was a little worried about it, but it wasn't like it'd been that long since he'd been out. Some of it mainly because of how bad his migraines had become without the stronger pain meds, and the rest because of his several days long meltdown.

It's not like he'd suddenly lost the ability to function like a normal person.

Yagami followed Sugiura out of the apartment and the building quietly, listening to him all the while. Something he'd want to eat? Huh...

"Salmon definitely doesn't sound bad at all." It'd been kinda nice, getting home cooked meals more often since he'd been living with Suigura. "Pretty sure Kaito-san wouldn't say no to it, either," he hummed, briefly looking around to observe more of his surroundings.

"...Uh, Sugiura?" Yagami spoke up after a bit, still feeling just a touch of self-consciousness about the whole situation. "Sorry you had t'see me like that."

Sugiura tucks his list into his hoodie pocket and turns the majority of his attention towards his company - the small smile he wore one he hoped offered some comfort. This was, no doubt, a big step for Yagami and Sugiura could only hope that it wasn't too soon to take him outside, that he might be pushing it and walking on a knife edge where failure loomed on the other side.

But he had to cling to hope, to try and show some positivity and normality, in the hopes that it would actually help.

He heads for the door, grabs a set of keys on the way and turns his gaze down the hallway - in the very least it was overcast outside and not too bright; that alone would help, he hoped - and given that it was the middle of the day, he hoped that the grocery store was quiet. Most would be working, after all and Sugiura enjoyed the peace.

"Anything particular y' fancy for food later? I was thinkin' of maybe doing something with salmon?"

[darksonofsparda]

TAG NINE PEOPLE YOU’D LIKE TO KNOW BETTER! ♥

favorite color(s): Red, Black and Blue.

favorite genre(s): I'm assuming we're talking rp genre's so I'll name a few I love doing. Fluff, Action/Combat (Against random enemies rather than fighting other muses, tho not opposed to that) Angst, Hurt/Comfort and AU's as well as Crossovers.

favorite music: Music is always a loaded question for me. I like a variety, but my main favorites would be: 80's Pop, Rock, Hard Rock, Classic Rock, JRock, Classic Country (Johnny Cash mainly) Metal, JMetal, Heavy Metal, Blackened Doom Metal(Yes that's an actual genre) and Thrash Metal. I do like Rap/Hip Hop but I'm extremely selective with that since most of today's Rap is absolute garbage lol ( I only like 4 rappers and not really anymore beyond that)

favorite movie: Halloween 2018 because I think it was a perfect Requel and a very good return to form for the series (Before they fcking ruined it with all over again with Halloween Ends, lol but that's my opinion). As a bonus, my favorite classic film would be: Young Frankenstein. (an Oldie but a Goldie for sure)

favorite series: Yet another loaded question lol. I have a lot, so I'll just give my top five: Resident Evil, Metal Gear Solid, Persona, Silent Hill and Devil May Cry.

last song: Hey Stoopid - Alice Cooper

last series: I finished re-watching Ben 10 Alien Force as a brain-refresher thanks to a certain rp friend of mine xD

last movie: I watched that Sci-Fi Horror movie Nope with a very good friend recently. It was a weird af and wild movie to experience lol, but I did enjoy it.

currently reading: The Heroin Diaries: A Year in the Life of a Shattered Rock Star by Nikki Sixx (Picked it up a few weeks ago and man it really showcases the struggles of drug addiction so vividly , a very good read tbh )

 currently watching: A bunch of stuff lol but I recently started watching The Last Of Us on HBO and DAMN is it good!

 currently working on: Attempting multiple drafts on three blogs, emphases on attempting lol

tagged by: @ofliminalities (Thanks for the tag!) tagging: I mean, it ain't nine but it still counts: @manaborn @captianimarum @diamndbrn @kemikorosu @mamoriitai @azotas

[equescaeli]

OOC: I really want to be here, writing - but what little time I have is spread so thinly as it is... So I've decided that I'm probably going to be moving Dion over to my multi account ( @captianimarum ) so I can actually write him more. I really do very much miss him and I think that maybe moving him over there is my best bet at being able to. <3

[hautevaux]

Recently gave my mixed multi a face lift so if ye fancy 👀 pssst - @captianimarum

[soundxofstars-archived]

Makoto nodded while the opinion of his crew was important to him since he didn't want anyone to feel left out when it came to deciding together. But it was also a chance to practice some more with another school, there was nothing wrong with some friendly competition "Thank you, I warn you though. Nagisa might have plenty of questions to ask you."

“I think so, I want to see their opinion first though. I’m their captain so I have to listen to what they think.” Turning to head back down the stairs, Makoto started to lead Yoichi to where their club room was located.

[shininginyourlight]

people i'd like to get to know better !

last song i listened to: The Cost of an Eye - David & Ben Stanton

watching: I just finished watching HO/TD, but otherwise nothing currently. I guess I've just been watching my friends play JE lmao

spicy/savory/sweet: love love love savory. I like sweet, too, but in much smaller increments. not a huge fan of spicy.

current obsession(s): rgg universe big time, but especially JE and LJ currently. yagami's got a hold on me, man. I'm very much into Zhao too tho. My love for Yagami, Higashi, and Tsukumo are just very very loud rn. Nishki gets my head buzzing big time some days, too.

bonus: I'm thinking of adding Tsukumo as a muse, but what's really holding me back is the graphics work and figuring out tags.

tagged by: @captianimarum - ty for tagging me! :] tagging: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Steal it and say I tagged you~

[creatrix-mea-archive]

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓. How many times had this scene played in front of her mind's eye, with her smirking at Dion, knowing very well how she held the superior position in this exchange? More than once had Anabella Rosfield relished the thought. You need my Black Shields, she had heard herself say with sweet poison dripping from the tip of her tongue. This must frustrate you, doesn't it? Only hearing herself mocking him in her mind had brought a smile to her lips.

Cruel satisfaction for all the times he tried to be rebellious. But now that Anabella sat here at the other end of the table in one of the various dayrooms of the castle, past imaginations brought merely a scowl to her features. Gone were the excitement and elevation she had expected from the exchange.

" My Black Shields will not act as the frontline if Titan can possibly appear, " the empress replied, leaning back in her seat. This was ridiculous—she should make the demands, and Dion should have come to her on his knees to request her troops. The troops she had funded with the treasures of her homeland. " He will wipe them out in minutes. If we are lucky enough. "

And she was not willing to lose her position at the council due to a lack of numbers in the military. Rosaria's forces remained strong; she had made sure of it. But Sylvestre's command was the stronger claim, it seemed, and after all attempts at pressing him in the opposite direction, Anabella could do little else but oblige. How vexing. Dion must have planted a thought in his mind; otherwise, he would not have come to the conclusion that Rosaria and Sanbreque needed to fight as one against the Dhalmekian troops at Twinside.

" Have you fought against the Dhalmeks before, Dion? Have you seen them on the field? "

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