#i'll go home with my head held high ⛾ queue

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what kind of sky are you?

› meteor shower

ah, now i understand why people look at you from afar, a little starstruck, a little dazed. there must be magic running beneath your skin. you're truly unique, in the best of ways. you're creative, you like to think outside the box, and the fact that you pour your heart into anything you make is remarkable. anytime you leave, people wish you'd stay a little longer. you remind me of august nights and colorful cocktails. i just wanna tell you that although the universe you've created in your head is welcoming and you don't feel out of place there, sometimes it's okay to hang out here, too. i promise it's worth it, friend.

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As his other self's replies pour in, it's then that Sanae realizes that he's still encrypting his messages out of habit.

Does he still need to? His arm lowers for a moment, as he checks his own consciousness for any eavesdroppers.

...No encroaching Vibes. It's just him, and his own thoughts, for once. He's not sure if it's because he's so far away from home, in a place with distinctly different rules, or if it's just because he's lower down the planes, or both. In any case, he has no need of going through that extra step any longer, especially not now when time is of the essence.

[ He busted me out with the help of a friend. ] Or two— but again, he's not looking to blame or scold anyone. (He can always do that later.)

[ Specifically, he had said friend whisk me away to his own world. ] Should he bother specifying that he's also a Kiryu? Sanae deems that fact irrelevant for now.

That last question has him pausing again. Yes, you can, but... he looks over his shoulder. His, er, keeper isn't in the room, though he recalls the... tense conversation the two had right when he first arrived here— as well as the more heated one he had with his Composer over the phone not long after.

"I'd be more than happy to see you return to me— that is, by yourself." Man does Joshua know how to drive him batshit.

He's not even half as capable as he was before they took him in. And he's understanding quickly — if begrudgingly — that in his current state he'd be much more of a liability, and that this would've been all for nothing.

Man does he hate it when Joshua is more right than he is.

[ Yes, you can. But I think it'd be better for you t ] Wait, no. How could he even consider suggesting such a thing? To have his other self go in his stead? Even if "Ink" enabled this, Joshua hadn't directly involved him, so to have the gall to even consider roping him into their mess now....

At the same time, though: doesn't he at least deserve to know the position Joshua's in?

Speaking of which— he hones in with his Second Sight.

Joshua's fighting one— no, two of Them, right now. Sanae can't tell exactly what their occupations are, but his best guess is that they're Freelancers: Angels eager to collect a bounty. Joshua isn't in his Noise Form yet, which means he hasn't felt the need to use it yet. Still....

Does he tell Ink about any of this? He can't draw the guy towards danger in good conscience, especially not when Joshua clearly trusts and adores him.

Words can be so tricky. He can only pray that these are the right ones.

[ Yes, you can, if you so wish. ] He gives out the coordinates to his current location. Hopefully the native Composer knows Ink is as much of a friend to Joshua as he is, should the Angel rather come here than...

[ Joshua, however, is at home. I'm fully certain he has a bounty on his head now. ] In the case of their Higher Plane: being originally human means Joshua's under far more scrutiny, considered a bigger threat, and more useful to Them erased as soon as possible.

[ In other words: his actions serve as a good excuse for purifying Shibuya. ] For fucks sake, why couldn't Joshua have just let him go.

[ I'm monitoring things through my Second Sight, and I can assure you he's still very much alive as of sending this. ] Sanae can't quite discern the extent of his injuries, though.

[ If you have any intention of checking in on him, take great care in doing so. ] With a heavy conscience and swallow of his throat, he sends in the coordinates for their own world as well.

[ Don't get caught. Though they will recognize you as a different Hanekoma, as soon as they realize where your loyalty lies, they will not hesitate to bring you down either. ]

[ Whatever you decide to do: I'm looking forward to your response. ]

Eanas knew from the first few encounters with the outlying Joshua that he was not only different, but that he was running from something. Since then, he’s been covertly collecting pieces to a puzzle that’s much much larger than he can visualize, seeing as how he’s found no corner edges thus far. Joshua’s cagey with information, and Eanas fully understands there’s good reason for it, so he hasn’t pressed him on the matter, opting to instead furtively file away intel as it’s sieved through.

This all changed when the Hanekoma Sanae attached to the Composer made contact with him. That’s what emboldened Eanas to ask for the whole story, and luckily Joshua recognized what the connection meant--that he could trust him. He could trust him with them both. As it turned out, his Hanekoma was on the verge of erasure. From that point on, Eanas took a special interest in supporting him, and by extension his trapped Producer. But even still, he kept to the sidelines to ensure that he wouldn’t overstep, or jeopardize them.

The tone of the messages, and that they’re encrypted, are an instant tip-off. And something’s happened -- something big.

[ What’s going on? ] [ And where are you? ]

He stared down at his screen as he slowly punched in each letter with mounting apprehension.

[ I can come to you, now, can’t I? ]

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to whom does your heart belong?

› your heart belongs to the stars

You are beautiful. And i don't mean that objectively, you are beautiful thoroughly. You have a beautiful mind, and a wonderful imagination. You are lost in thought, lost in your own world. You observe your feelings with an air of silence. You have a gift to recognize the world for the beauty it holds. The silent beauty, the music of earth, the way sun catches people's eyes, sunsets, stars never cease to amaze you. In chaos you have mastered the ability to find peace and yet, yet you are running, rushing towards the end- end that's not real. Slow down, you have all the time in the world.

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what kind of weather are you?

› windy

you don't know who you are, do you? when the lights go out tomorrow, who will you be? do you like that person? it might be easier to wear a mask but be careful of it becoming all you are. who is the real you and why are you so afraid of them? you'll never rid yourself of this loneliness if you refuse to let people really see you. you can start again, try again, it's not too late for you

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what color character are you?

› dark blue character

Dark Blue characters are kindhearted and responsible, driven to care for others around them. They are good at strategizing in the heat of the moment, but are also quite impulsive and rush into things without a plan when they are fired up. While calm people and patient teachers, they are quite hotheaded and not afraid to stand up for what they believe in. Their sense of morality guides them, both into battle, and into healing. They get along with a wide range of people, but do have a temper that causes them to get into short-lived disagreements. They don’t like to be seen as inferior, as much of their strength comes from the softness inside of them. They like being needed and helpful, and want people to agree that they know what’s best for them, although others can get annoyed at what they perceive as nagging. They take turns being the voice of reason and the reason for the voice. They can hold their own, and believe in respecting everyone as long as everyone is respectful in turn. They often had to grow up fast and mature early, which they both take pride in and resent. They are likely to join a just cause on a whim, and do what it takes to develop the skillset they need to best help the cause, although they prefer to be at the center of the action. If they feel no one is doing anything and it needs to be done, they’ll step in. They are often close to prodigies, having some sort of incredible skill that they can expertly hone. They are inspirational and have a lot of emotional maturity. They can both maneuver people through their hardships and inspire them to rise up. They can often ignore their own feelings and needs in the process of being a sort of martyr for others, however, and can grow resentful when no one pays attention to them like they do for others. Dark blue characters need people in their lives who will encourage and uplift them in whatever cause they choose to support, as well as give them space to talk out their feelings. They also need others who will recognize when they are taking too much responsibility on, and take some time to give them care and support and affirm their willingness to care.

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what horror trope are you?

› the lover

love has brought you to this place, and it will not let you leave. fear clutches you, constricts you, and it will have you killed– and yet, it is still no match for the bounty of your heart. you will try as hard as you can to protect the object of your affections. evil is nothing in the face of your warmth. even if you are successful in protecting your lover, that does not guarantee your own survival. your heart has doomed you, but what greater death is there than dying for love?

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what part of the forest are you?

› the fog

or the rain, or the snow, or the frost that buries. you're a romantic with moody taste and strive to be ethereal and unhinged. voted most likely to want to live the year as a ghost. probably lots of words like yearning and feral. go be the spectral entity you want to see in the world. songs: if i were by vashti bunyan, small foreign faction by haley blais

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what type of love do you attract?

› you attract: art

sitting perched on a stool, posing coyly for your secret lover; humming the melody of the notes you draw out from your paramour; watching as colour fills the canvas with every brushstroke to embody your dear's eyes. you attract art. whether it's because you create it or because you inspire it, you attract the very people who create it, too. the atmosphere changes when a person enters your space. time seems to move slower as beauty rises from within you and is translated into song, or poetry, or dance, or paints, or anything of the sort. elegance is the best way to describe the way you love. you move, and the world shifts in your favour. the things you make with the love you share is endless, something that people drink from, yearn for, wish upon. to you, beauty is created, and not inherited; you know this, whether you know it with familiarity or you know it beneath the depths of your mind, but you know this because you've created so much beauty in the world and its effects are everlasting. from the bottom of my heart, thank you for existing.

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( → bounced from @strawberry-barista !! )

Sanae pursed his lips tightly. Couldn't his other self sense somehow that he was a Fallen Angel? Or had he apparently struck it lucky, with either a world where his consciousness couldn't be poked into, or a version of himself who was sympathetic— if not downright aligned with his own beliefs? The implication that this guy might've already known about his presence — as per the "sooner" in "sorry I couldn't come sooner to meetcha" — certainly supported that second hypothesis.

With a sigh and relaxation of his stance, he decided he'd push his luck today. "...I do, don't I?" He rolled his shoulders and massaged the back of his neck. "Sorry— I'm a tad more used'a territorial cats, you see." Saying that he spat out into a laugh, because it was true. And in the way his laugh tapered off, it was audible just how much that truth had worn him out.

He stepped back, leaning against the edge, slipping his hands into his pockets, one surreptitiously messaging his keeper about his being spotted. "I don't exactly have any currency on me, so if you were thinking of having this proposed chat over at your place, I'm afraid I'll hafta decline." Well, he did have a bit left, but he'd wager that it wouldn't be enough to afford anything, and Sanae didn't really know himself to be the kind of person to pass handouts.

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{ itty bitty little tag dump, as you do—

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what month matches your personality?

› march

you are eager and ready to begin. you love new things and despite being afraid, make efforts to try and try again. you are no stranger to failure. you have a knack for making things with your hands. you are methodical and try to give second chances because you believe everyone has good in them. you take refuge in music and never fail to appreciate a beautiful day. you love the sound of rustling tree branches.

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what type of garden should you grow?

› fairy garden

you share a love for all things ethereal and beautiful. others gravitate towards your kindness and sweet soul. we'll find you nestled between sweet jasmine and vibrant bleeding hearts. your garden will be how you love.

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which untranslatable french word are you?

› Chevet

You’re « chevet », a term that means « at the head of the bed ». Saying you’re yearning for romance would be an understatement. You’re probably a wlw dreaming of (gasp) h o l d i n g a hand. Or braiding some hair. You’re touch-starved and embrace the lovecore aesthetic. To you, love encompasses romantic boundaries and your goal is to make the world a more loving place – this means taking care of your friends, your pets, and random strangers in the street. You go! I believe in you!

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𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 : 𝚆𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁.

RAIN. melancholy at best, introspective, severely misunderstood, pleasure in the subdued, helping in your own way, dreams in poetry, the slowness of falling asleep, refreshing meditation.

SUN. sun-bleached clothes, futures that are too bright, everything at arm’s length, balancing intensity, blind encouragement, comfort of sleep, distracting sunspots in your vision, necessity of growth.

STORM. chaos with a purpose, emotions running high, natural comfortable anarchy, high volume, leaving your mark, brief flashes of violence, rambling quickly, the intensity of desire.

WIND. running towards instead of away, instinctive motivation, making an impact, knows everyone who knows anyone, playful pranks, mood swings in a split second, collecting old trinkets, uncontrollable focus.

SNOW. serene on the surface, cold blooded heart, love it or hate it attitude, good memories, heavy discussions, sharp determination, relentless resolve, not as scary as it seems.

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which kind of element-based symbolism do you connect with?

› water as baptism

religious connotations aside, water’s most famous meaning is that of baptism: the daily use of water as a cleansing tool — bathing, washing hands, all sorts of renewing rituals — is as ever-present in our lives as change itself. You delight in the constant destruction and recreation of yourself. Something about your life is unsatisfactory, and you ache for dramatic escape. Remember that just dreaming about a nebulous better future is not enough— chances are that the one-time massive upheaval you are imagining will not come, and it is up to you to make things happen yourself. Water is cleansing, but it is also slow erosion.