something great can only be made after seeing hell

Truth/Dare: Be reasonable with the dares! If you start getting ridiculous no one will want to do them; characters aren’t really obligated to do all the dares they receive. Don’t forget about the truth part as well!

Situation: Give the character another character or characters, a place and a reason in order to create some interesting thread ideas (if both parties are willing to do it that is)! For example: You could send an ask to Ventus saying: “Roxas, Sector oo6, clothes shopping”.

Headcanon: Anons send the character a word, or a name and you may write a small/long headcanon about said word!

She responds, turning to the other. With how perceptive the blonde is, there’s no doubt she’d be aware of any onlookers. Naze, being one of them. And she can only smile brightly and even giggle, eyes showing nothing but the best of intentions concealing the worst of them. “Well, do you think all of these people are worthy of my best, most Despair-inducing effort? To be honest, with these kinds of brands falling to the floor, I don’t really think so. My half-assed effort is what this place produces, y’know?”

“I guess everyone can’t be as perfect as I am, so maybe I’m setting my bars too high.”

She’s tickled pink despite the other’s chastising, “Junior, by the way. Besides, if I start too high I’ll end too low, y’know? Wanna reverse the line as best as I can.” she sighs, her face becoming compliantly blank for a moment before she smiles.

Sorry, she got bored for a second.

But one word really caught her attention.

"Haaah? Despair?" If there was anything Naze majored in, that would be it.

"Even if this is you're smallest effort, cutting a dress is despair-inducing? Some inconvenienced tears are barely worth the salt that's in them. Embarrassing memories to laugh at ten years later, I didn't live my life for that frivolity."

She couldn't deny though, this girl had ideas. A little bland, but workable nonetheless. The look on her face slowly grew into a comfortable sadistic smile, head cocking in anticipation as she continued.

"At least tell me you're not going to go for the cliche lights-go-on-and-someone's-dead bit; the trick to despair is to drag it out, you know? But I don't want to ruin a perfectly good and innocent party for a cheap demonstration. How about a private lesson, little one?"

Ah, how cruel.

It wasn’t that he wanted to buy all this it was just.. He figured that on a budget this was the best he could get. That and cooking wasn’t really his forte. He could cook! Really.. Just nothing extravagant. Simple meals were what he did best but it was such a hassle. This, the microwavable food, was much easier. 

“A-Ah.. Well.. It was the only thing I bought that wasn’t wrapped in plastic.”

This counted as both sad attempt at sarcasm and a confession. Dammit. She didn’t even finish the apple..! Instead, Daichi found himself apologizing on the girl’s behalf. The victim of the apple assault didn’t even accept such an apology before they got up and moved. Oh well… Why did he even feel bad? She’s the one who threw it.

But what’s a guy to do?

Daichi was both thankful for the unexpected help. Honest. He didn’t think she’d stick around. But in the middle of picking up the rest of his things, he ended up dropping everything all over again. Obariyon didn’t seem too impressed with him either and the demon just sighed as it piled more into it’s own bag as Daichi gathered himself. What she said.. It was embarrassing…

“I-I..— I can drive..!” 

He spoke as though he was trying to prove a point even if this was to be a losing battle. Making a quick hands at nine and two position motion, Daichi quickly grew embarrassed again before gathering what he could once more. “I have my license.. But I…” Yep. He already lost.

No car. 

You got him.

“I can’t afford to buy a car…”

She continued to pick up his things--although at that point she had no idea why other than a ridiculous level of pity if anything--but Naze continued her same unimpressed glare, sighing when the male had fully proven himself to be an utter disappointment. The creature that accompanied him was shot an almost knowing look, even if she had no idea what it was other than his supposed company. It acknowledged how much of a lost cause his owner (friend?) was, and that was enough for her.

"What a surprise." Those were her only words, and her tone made her sarcasm more than obvious. He was lucky though; a girl as callous as her wouldn't usually waste her time on someone like him, but her boredom and desire to learn of where she was outweighed her antisocial behavior. After all, if she did him this favor, he'd have to repay her somehow.

Not necessarily in information, though.

"I'll tell you what though," she began as she pulled a wad of bandage from her skirt, wrapping it neatly around her gatherings for an easier-to-carry bundle, all the while trying to maintain what could easily become a malicious grin.

“Bo—ring.”

Sure, arriving with your date is key to any prom. Looking great and super duper sexy is another important aspect of it. Junko normally ditches lame little get together’s like this but she couldn’t help but force her date to pay for everything and make her ride here even smoother than it already is. Within her purse she has some scissors, a box cutter, and of course her makeup and some pins. Various things a girl should never leave her apartment without.

And tonight, she’s planning on using one of the aforementioned to wreak some havoc. And that havoc includes walking by other ladies and simply cutting their dresses in the most revealing of places, aiming to have their bras snap open or a nice little slit in their panties. Various touches like that. So you can easily spy Junko moving around and either messing with other girls dresses, making small talk, or even making a move towards you.

Stupid enough to still come, she was, but even if it was to blow the population half to hell she wouldn't mind too terribly.

From the corner of the room she wasted no time in marking off a head of teased blonde hair, bobbing through the crowd with nothing but rotten intentions in her eyes whenever Naze could catch them. A trail of fallen fabrics (and the spirits of her female peers when they realized their precious frocks have been ruined) followed the blonde, even to the thinned-out edges where the elder stood. Normally she'd condone this behavior, but this just seemed too petty.

So there she went, making a beeline for the mayhem-causer and calling her out before she could lay waste to another innocent dress.

"Oi." 

     It seems that fate has had him run into one of the most disagreeable of individuals, especially one who believes that he actually cares about the size of her chest. There were plenty of other things that Bertholdt fixed his time upon; petty matters like those weren’t on his agenda.

     The way she glares at him is frightening him internally in all sorts of ways; her mannerisms, sloppy and uncomfortable to be around; the way she carries herself, with the prickly aura, the bandage on her forehead, all induce some level of intimidation within him, despite the fact that if he tries, he’s probably (probably) far more taller than her. But regardless of what he thinks of this rather forward, short female, he’s going to have to be as sociable as possible, despite the disillusioned pre-notion that she seems to have already collected from his actions.

     ❝ I-I apologize, I wasn’t trying to— ❞ But he cuts himself off, figuring that a light explanation wasn’t going to be worth it; and judging from her grumpy expression, anything else he stated would probably end up going up and over her head, quite literally. ❝ I’m only 16— I’m too young to drink, anyway. ❞ he notes, adding a light aside.

"Sixteen? You're worse than Medaka-chan. Or are all kids growing up fast these days?" Even if she was truly surprised, the slow, sarcastic drawl her words came out as made it too hard to truly tell. "I can't be a good mother if all my kids are going to outgrow me that much. How would you keep something so big and unruly under your thumb at all times? Ah..."

Naze's ranting was hardly unintended (and if it was she didn't particularly care about it as a habit) but she was still nice enough to stop. She didn't aim to be a polite person, but sometimes she just felt the sickening bite of being nice. Stupid little sister and her friends rubbing off on her. Gross.

Arms returned to their usually crossed position, eyes closing in thought while she mulled over the male's questions once more. They were slow to open once more, and this time were tinted with malice. Moreso this time because she had to remember why the hell she was here.

     So far, this place honestly didn’t seem too terrible. From the minuscule amount of information he could glean from his walled surroundings, it was a whole lot better than what he dealt with back home: the same old, same old, constantly putting his life on the line, as well as slowly accumulating a massive collection of received tall jokes— Hey, how’s the weather up there? Is your height proportional to your—? (And you can only smile and play along so many times before you snap inside.)

     Really, the world’s a small place when you’re 6 feet (and 3.5 inches) of lanky arms and legs, all jumbled up on an incredibly awkward person. No matter which direction he turned towards, all he managed to find were endless seas of mops on heads, bobbing up and down, going about their daily lives, all roughly at chest-height.

     After observing several individuals exchange introductory words, he eventually decided to follow suit. He hesitantly reached out his hand, ready to lightly tap someone on the shoulder, then recoiled a heartbeat later, allowing them to pass by, with his thoughts getting the better of him: What if they knew what he had done? The last thing he wanted was to run into someone from his world, unless it was one of a handful of people that he deemed safe to be around.

     Despite this, he finally sucks up enough courage to request a few moments from someone nearby.

     Trying his best to put on an amicable smile (without making his fright too apparent; god knows how much he perspires when he gets nervous), he looks down and asks, softly, when he manages to catch their attention.

This was the only natural response one could give--a mixture of annoyance and bemusement--if all their life was spent vehemently driving others off, of course. To call upon someone who could easily split crowds with single glare... it was commendable bravery, if it was on purpose. If it wasn't, well, clearly the other person was incredibly stupid.

Whatever the case, the person whose shoulder had been so carelessly tapped (in this case, a small female wearing an expression that looked like she probably had no interest in whatever request was going to be made) spun slowly on her heel, arms crossed and eyes staring daggers up into the face of the male. (The especially comedic height difference wasn't an issue for her and was not at all the reason for her cold response, if anyone was wondering. She'd seen bigger, after all.)

The look--and more-than-awkward silence--went on for a few seconds more before her expression broke into something more along the lines of apathy than anger, her vision moving over toward nothing or just something more deserving of her attention.

"Is this how guys flirt nowadays? This is what I get for not covering up, then, I guess. Well? Go on. Spit it out. I don't have all day, and I'm not old enough for drinks if that's really your goal."

A guy had to eat eventually..  

So Daichi, after cowering throughout the storm, had eventually made his way to Sector 5 in order to do some shopping. Although, by now, that was all over with too so no shopping trip monologue is necessary! Really, he picked up only what he thought was necessary for his basic survival in Hive City so there’s no need to go into further detail.. Just yet.

At his side, his Obariyon carried one paper bag full of groceries while Daichi himself carried one as well. Holding his phone in his hand to keep the Demon Summoning App active, Daichi shifted the bag in his arms to take a peek at it’s screen. 

Wait.. Was that the time? 

“A-Ahhh…!! Obariyon, come on!”

He was going to miss the train! He had to run if he wanted to make it! With that, him and his trusty demon were scampering off towards the train and sure enough…! Everyone was in and the doors were ready to close… But then! “Fuuuwahh!” Daichi and Obariyon squeezed through just in time.

“Safe..!” 

Almost. Unfortunately, the bottom of his paper bag had begun to tear just moments after boarding the train.. And soon after..

“Ah..h.. aah!”

His things started falling out through that hole until it was big enough to pretty much fall apart. Cupped noodles went rolling away along with cans of soda and different kinds of flavored water he found.. Not good. Not good.. Not only was he out a bag but.. There were people in the train! People who saw how stupid he looked..! 

Looking around quickly, the heat rose to Daichi’s cheeks and he quickly got down to start gathering his things as best he could. Shoving whatever he could into his pockets lead to Obariyon eventually figuring it should try help.. Which resulted in the demon leaning over to pick stuff up for Daichi… Which ended with some of the contents of the demon’s bag spilling out onto the floor of the train as well. New toothbrush.. And other toiletries he’d purchased for himself.

“Obariyon, no..! Dammit!” 

The doctor that welcomed her so endearingly over a crappy television was promptly ignored and forgotten (to the best of her ability, seeing as she was stripped of her equipment and unable to purge the memory) before she stepped out into the streets of her new home. Home being a term she used extremely loosely.

It stank of an ordinary city, that was for sure, and was littered with as many faceless people as a city would need to be. Every so often, Naze would wave one down and ask what the deal was with this place, but every last one would react with the same happy-but-scared smiling nod before rushing off. Real smooth and authentic human interaction. It reeked of a Not Equal, but not even she would stoop to this level of boredom. Nor was she really the experimental type.

Sliding through the train doors was the last of Naze's own attempts at boredom alleviation, the cold look in her eyes more than enough to force a path to be cleared for her. Even without the bandages she could manage this much--and was thankful for that--but she was rarely lucky enough to have all attention diverted away from her, let alone just that of the positive variety.

Which probably sucked for the kid dropping all of his things everywhere.

"Oi."

The apple that rolled carelessly toward Naze was the final straw in making her speak, picking it up and taking a good bite out of it before continuing. "This wouldn't be so embarrassing for you if you bought decent food, you know. You mean to tell me this is the only thing you bought that didn't come wrapped in plastic?"

One more bite, and the half-eaten fruit was thrust as the nearest passenger before the girl bent to pick up more. Canned fruit in 20000% sugar syrup, ramune, pocky, TV dinners... What's the point in buying food if it's all awful?