certain :: liminality

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Which of your muses is most likely to survive a zombie apocalypse?

Probably Keisuke, if his powers were still a thing. He's capable of close and distant combat with his abilities and training. And the simple fact that he would feed endlessly on the death energy that it created ....would you enjoy surviving it?? No.... But he's the least likely to get bit and need supplies.

Which of your muses is the most romantic?

Mmm hard question but I'm going to go out on a limb and say probably Kusumi. He's one of the few that even believes in romance, much less puts time into it. Will leave rose petal paths to the bathroom for a relaxing bath lmao

Which of your muses is the best singer?

It all happened so fast and so slow at the same time -- he was slow...too slow...

Hiromasa was walking Kineko home from school, the girl was laughing, fingers messy with ice cream. Until a strange man in a suit approached them like he knew them - like he had every right to stop and question two innocent teenagers on the street. Hiro watched the girl at his side all but retreat into herself, fingers trembling, the ice cream splattering to the ground.

"Kineko-chan...how are you?"

Kineko did nothing but hum in the back of her throat, her not sticky hand wrapping in Hiro's shirt. The stranger's smile stretched a little too wide, the man still not even glancing at the older boy.

"I hear you're getting really good at using Erasure...aren't you?"

The fingers against his back dug in a little too deep, Kineko's claws scratching him, but Hiro didn't get upset, he knew what it meant. He didn't hesitate, didn't even think of the consequences, feet shifting over gravel, hand reaching out and tightening unkindly on the stranger's forearm.

"Step away from her."

And then suddenly the world seemed to explode into a thousand lights and sounds, knuckles glancing across his face, the last waking memory he had of simply trying to shield Kineko behind him.

Hiro woke in an unfamiliar place with an all too familiar feeling - the feeling of an animal in a cage. A cell, in fact. All empty white walls and cameras. Up to his feet in a second, a broken, cracked wail.

"Kine? KINEKO!"

The walls mocked them with their silence and emptiness, nothing but the telltale sign of the camera moving to look at him. Hiro felt his heart racing in his chest. He didn't like closed walls, tight spaces, a door without a key...a door that never opened. Hiro clenched his eyes shut tight, willing the panic away, willing the tears back.

He was no hero. He was just a nuisance again. There was no telling where Kineko was, and it was probably his fault that it had escalated far enough to get him taken out of the fight at all.

The tears came anyway, slipping past his defenses as everything swallowed him whole. He was helpless and he was scared. He hated small spaces...hated being a prisoner...He was struggling to breathe, the entire world spinning out around him.

Hiro pressed the palms of his hands deeper into his eye sockets.

Furin is a Camarilla-leaning neutral sect claiming the town Makochi as their domain. They're technically a small schism, originally semi-sanctioned (read: ignored) by the Camarilla with the goal of bringing about a mixed race utopia. So far their Prince (Umemiya) has opened some alliances with some of the humans in their town, leading many older and traditional Camarilla to fear their breach in the masquerade.

Noroshi is a collection of Camarilla-sanctioned individuals who often hunt or fight mini-battles in secret on behalf of the major sect. Some of them are Camarilla aligned, while others are simply neutral or even entirely anarchist enough to simply take on whatever job is given to them - they're simply a collective working together towards one goal for whatever price.