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WELCOME TO SHIBUYA. It’s a wonderful world.

ForShibuya is a multi-fandom roleplay group inspired by the videogame, The World Ends With You. No prior knowledge of the game is needed in order to join! Consider yourself waking up in a bustling place called Shibuya, a Japanese district full of clashing views and morals. Except…nobody can see you. You’re dead – and you don’t remember how it happened. Better yet, something precious has been taken away from you. The only way to get it back? Participate in The Reaper’s Game. Choose your side in The Game by becoming either a hopeful Player or a dream-crushing Reaper. Expand your horizons by meeting new people, and participate in missions, contests, events, and more in order to regain what’s been lost.  Last 7 Days, and you might get another chance at life. So: Are you up for the challenge?

ANOTHER WORLD AWAITS!

Having run around the city with wide blue eyes and curious gasps at every step, Lily’s found the need for a small break. A drink of water might do, she hasn’t had anything to drink since she’s arrived.

But something catches the corner of a sky-blue eye, a small movement, and her juvenile attention span is instantly captured once more by the shimmers of a dark alley way. With caution tossed to the wind Lily makes no hesitation in bounding down the building’s interim, eyes sharp and gaze wandering as she meanders through. 

Minutes pass of this marco-polo game where Lily tries to locate the sound of shuffling and whining and she’s all but given up when—

—!!

A gasp, a sparkle of her eyes, and just five minutes later filled with struggles and a few innocent death-threats, Lily Baskerville is walking out of the alleyway with a rather large and mangy dog in her arms. It’s nearly as big as her and possibly one of the ugliest and scariest canines you’ve ever laid eyes on; one ear missing, drooling uncontrollably, making all sorts of whimpery snarls and— is that a third eye….? But still she insists on carrying it herself, bumping into people here and there and taking each opportunity to show off her new pup to whomever might look (and no doubt grimace before quickly dismissing her).

As one who had once lived in the city streets himself, Mako could have been seen as a hypocrite of sorts for being discriminatory of animals and things that came from such places. But when things looked that mutated and that peculiar? It might have turned into a hazard issue; and he wasn't going to let some seemingly innocent girl from catching anything fatal. Or so he thought.

Then again, keeping stray animals was always an issue with him and his little brother; but having to keep lest hold a creature like that...thing? It looked like things would have to be taken up another notch.

A muffled groan escaped the seventeenth’s rims, cyan orbs flickering. Last time she checked, she was slurping noodles with Tenzin and his family. Hushed whispers began to invade her ears, words that didn’t strike much significance. Lifting her palms, she curled her fingers and stomped out of the room. Times like these were so — useless. After speaking to a couple of bystanders, it was clear she was stripped away from her freedom and friends. Away from the ones that mattered most, she was alone. And the thought, haunted her. 

Growing up, she always was with her family or playing tag with Naga. Now, her loyal companion was nowhere to be seen. Less, she had no clue where she was. Without having a knowledge in the world if these whackos let her pet with her, it was unknown, and it hurt. But, there was much hope that Naga was around somewhere. But, before she could have scoured the place entirely, she needed to know the intersections, the paths, and to be able to pin point her current location. Knowing the time constrengths, finding Naga was her first priority. 

Passing by an enlarged map, curious orbs inched closer, nose scrunching from the image of a literal beehive that was decked out with small symbols and names of each little area of the hive. When they said, Hive City. They weren’t kidding. It’d make sense that the first place she should check out was the normal sector, the location in which her apartment and minuscule territory that belonged to hers and hers alone. — Wait. “Ugh.” Her voice trailed off, frowning at the thought of sharing a room with three , three other people. 

To his surprise, it was empty amongst the throngs of people, and thus took it upon himself to spread his arms across the rickety frame and lean his head back before exhaling a long, lulling sigh. "Honestly," he grumbled to himself, shutting his eyes for a few, "How am I ever gonna find someone I even knew in this hectic mass..." Maybe this was what all newcomers felt like whenever they entered Republic City; but then again, he had grown up in such a metropolis all his life, so he could never really feel lost until, well, now.

His brief moment of respite was soon interrupted, however, as he felt a light tap on his right shoulder. Refusing to lift his lids just yet, he let out another sigh before picking himself up from the bench, his back still turned to the other. "Sorry, but you chose the wrong guy to ask," he answered, shaking his head. "Looking for apartments will have to wait. Can't you see I'm busy trying to find other people from my own cit--" Though as he turned around to take a look at just who, exactly, had asked for such a request, Mako found his eyes widened in surprise, enthusiasm, and (surprisingly) hope.

“Why’d she leave, though, Bo? You got the prowess, looks, and flowers all down perfectly.”

“You really think so?” Mako’s compliments ebbed the flow of tears temporarily and cause the young earthbender to smile despite himself. Mako always knew exactly what to say to him, a technique that his older brother had spent many years perfecting, no doubt. Ever since they were younger, Bolin had idolized his big brother, and while his enthusiasm may have diminished, his admiration for the firebender would never cease. Any compliment from Mako was something he took seriously, knowing that his brother rarely gave them out freely to anyone that wasn’t Bolin. Regardless of how sincere Mako was, any kind words Bolin’s way was an immediate step to get him back to his usual, cheerful persona.

“Uh…” he cringed a bit; Mako’s question left him stuck. He could lie for the girl and say she just wasn’t happy with the date, but his inability to lie was what got him in this situation in the first place. If he told the truth (which he inevitably would), Mako would certainly wonder why he simply didn’t omit the details of where the two of them lived.

Either way, he didn’t move his face from Mako’s chest; he may not have been sobbing anymore, but the back rubs and the warmth he felt in his current position were too tempting for him to leave. His older brother was sturdy and stable, and he felt like there was nothing in the world Mako couldn’t handle when he was taking care of Bolin.

And it was times like these -- when his little brother would vocalize doubtful questions such as 'really?' or 'you think so?' -- that Mako resented the fact that he was seen as the Fire Ferret's team leader and its leader only. Sure, he definitely reveled in the fact that his team was gaining more popularity and gossip by the match; but at the same time, Mako wasn't so greedy for attention. Though he may be their team's leader, he certainly didn't appreciate it when the announcers or probending critics credited him for the wins. Seldom were their any mentions of Bolin or Hasook on the radio broadcastings; hence, Mako sought to reconfirm his little brother's and his teammate's worth as much as he could -- but for Bolin, especially.

Come to think of it, though, wasn't the match that decided whether or not they would make it into championship in a day or two? Mako's eyes momentarily flitted over to the restaurant's nearest window, already seeing a few shades of orange leak through the flimsy fabric's curtains. He sighed then, knowing full well that rushing things with his brother would only make things take longer; and besides, one's mentality was more important than one's physicality during these sorts of situations, right? His head snapped back to attention, however, when Bolin mumbled a rather important tidbit of information.  

“Well, I told her we lived in the arena, and she didn’t like that.”

"She wha--?" He stopped himself and bit his bottom lip. No, now wasn't the time to be mad about that. If Bolin had truly cared about this girl, then criticizing her wouldn't alleviate any wounds. "...Well," he said after a slight pause, "...Then it's her loss. If she can't see through the fact that she was dating a strong-hearted and nice guy like you, then she'll sure have trouble finding someone like you around this banged up city." And it was the truth, too -- because if anybody knew Republic City's grim realities, it was Mako and Bolin. The two had done everything in their power to make end's meet when they had been torn of their parents.

“Not on the wrong side, just too early.” Korra explained, not realising until now that she had actually been rather cranky from all of these times of having to get up early. Perhaps it had been the reason why her witty comebacks were not so witty and more like lashing out. Plus, maybe the lack of practicing for the next pro-bending match was another reason for her anger. “If I’m only allowed to use waterbending in the match then how can I catapult anybody into the sky? Well, I guess Bolin will have to do it for me.”

“If I’m only allowed to use waterbending in the match then how can I catapult anybody into the sky? Well, I guess Bolin will have to do it for me.”

Mako cocked a skeptical brow at her, realizing that he himself had just made a mistake. "Oh..." he said, his voice a low, almost inaudible mumble. "...Right..." It looked like there were two people who just weren't on their game today. He feigned a cough then, and reassumed his calm exterior. "I was just making sure you were paying attention -- that's all" As if. Nevertheless, the firebender decided to switch topics, which would (hopefully) slide his amateur mistake under the floorboards. "Mm, yeah, you don't really seem like the type that would train sitting down and doing nothing." And while practicing in the arena's communal training room wasn't exactly a stationary activity, an idea suddenly popped into the boy's mind.

Things are different now, with team avatar that is. A slight quixotic partition amongst the members, all due to an inaccuracy in communication. It’s not like the rupture between them so grand that it allows for a justification for them not to chat with each other once more –just as they used to. Oh no, it’s not that, it just hurts. Could it be jealousy? That Mako was once hers and now he’s not. Their moments never lasted long; all they are now is a simple memory. The only memorabilia of their acquaintance is the indentation on her moped. Could she have been a bad girlfriend? Often, she was over demonstrative, exposing gestures of innocent love such as hand holding or dates. It was the only way they could function, the only way she could manage to get him to stick around. They had no likeness and still she cared for him.

Still does.

What hurts the most? That he moved on so quickly on to the arms of another girl. There was resentment melting within her. Not because she was left. This Sato would not loose sleep over the fact that he moved on to someone he truly loves. His happiness is something that lessens the burden on her shoulders. The fact of the matter is it wouldn’t hurt so much if she’d been told from the very start. Either that or at least been given a fighting chance. 

Least now he was making a name for himself. Became part of the police force and bits by bits his bending has done well. To remedy the streets from crime and all the useless burdens that inhabited it. Each took their own roads to roam. The wealthy remained wealthy, as for she took over the family business. Long days and nights tired her so it wasn’t often you get to see her walking through the streets. 

Brown waves cascaded against the winds and lipstick as red as a heartbeat. Hips waving left and right with each step, pace soon decreasing as approximation became closer to the male. Tone of voice maintained as neutral as she could muster. “—Mako.” Form curving slightly forward as the frame of her face tilted in salutation. “Long time no see. Guess work is keeping you busy.”

And it was then that Mako realized how he had taken their friendships and their adventures for granted: he missed even the most trivial of moments, back when the four had become vigilantes in the night and would sit on the hood of Asami's automobile and treat themselves to a midnight snack. Those were the kinds of memories he was beginning to miss more and more. And, eventually, he himself fell through and called up the one girl he had always been reluctant to meet, face-to-face: Asami herself.

He had remembered how their relationship had soured within in a matter of weeks -- mostly because of him, and his own wish-washy behavior. The ending had had a bitter aftertaste, as Asami's last kiss to his cheek had been a remorseful one. And while they might have  both said that they were still friends on paper, both were probably skeptical as to whether their friendship was a true one or not. Nevertheless, Mako still wanted to salvage what was left of his relationship with the strong-willed woman. Hence, he had called her on a whim and had scheduled a rather casual meet up.

He only had to wait a couple of minutes at the edge of a sidewalk until he heard the hum of a familiar moped with a familiar dent. She got off with graceful ease, and looked as strong and dangerous as ever.

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