I REBEL.

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and weapons don't weep: starters  //  @givingnightcall said : 

"You don't have to be what they tell you to be, you know? You're not stuck. You can change." - from shoto to reaver!

A SOFT NOISE OF CONTEMPLATION IS DAMPENED BY HIS MASK.  for most of his life he had done as he pleased, playing into whatever negative stereotype or assumption had been cast on him by another.  it was far easier to blend in this way, conduct his work,  &  make use of the power it inadvertently gave him.  he would never claim that it was to manipulate another's fear, but vulnerability found in anxiety was enough to work with, give him a chance on the playing field he would otherwise be kicked around in with no remorse.  that's the whole play of a hacker, after all.

WALKING THE EXPRESS ONCE MORE would have caused bile to collect in his mouth, the husk of a father still performing his duties to a daughter never quite his.  if only he could say it was amusing that the trailblaze had brought them back together once more.  but such a sound would be too generous despite the irony.  a train bound for the unknown returning to a point where certainty coincides with chaos.  seeds he had sown sprouting in expectation.  truly a pity indeed.

far more bitter that he is a guest upon the vessel of the path he had once hoped would lead him to his answer, would fulfill its niche that it had set out to do.  how disappointing.

ryusuke turns his head, offering the current navigator of the astral express a smile.  a look that cannot grace asat pramad's face at present, not that he would want it to mar him.          ❝  oh, what was that dear ?  you have to forgive your father.  it seems i was lost in thought again.  there's something about this train of yours that keeps embroiling me in memory.  ❞

THEIR FINGERS ARE LINKED, utowin walking besides easthies with the backdrop of a setting sun.  evenings pink  &  purple hues have painted the sky in a wash, a warm yet fading glow bathing the two who are clad in disguises fitting for a market such as this.  if they were to have appeared in their typical regalia many people would have rolled their eyes, groaned because of their   ❛  unnecessary  ❜   appearance,  &  those with something to hide would have scattered without warning.  dressed in wear meant for a night out on the town but nothing too gaudy, they can blend in, pretend to peruse some wares while keeping their eyes peeled.

❝  there really wasn't a need to make a fuss back at the great hall,  ❞          utowin mutters under his breath, head lowered so he can speak directly into eas' ear.  his inflection shifts, curling in amusement  &  doing nothing but teasing the other.           ❝  you look beautiful.  i'm kind of jealous of win.  he gets to go on dates with someone to die for !   ❞          as if he would not think the same of his partner even without the disguises, such admiration  &  praise slipping out in gasps as they tangle between the sheets, press each other during stolen moments of time.

❝  it's almost time.  should be any moment now.  ❞

SWIFTLY, UTOWIN SLIDES INTO THE SEATING OPPOSITE LULUCI.  he sets his tankard down, grinning with a charming beam.  the flush is quite evident in his features, almost an assurance that tomfoolery is soon to spill from his mouth.  perhaps this lapse in responsibilities would be to his detriment.  only time will tell.

❝  hey, hey, luluci.  want to make a bet ?   ❞

heaven's key  //  @fatepowered said : 

"I just wanna try my best to do right." xf to lg !!!

WHEN HE'S MAKING A FACE LIKE THAT, lu guang feels his heart start to rouse, reminding him that despite these dives, turning back the clock, the seconds  &  the minutes that have passed  &  been rewound, he is still human.  maybe he can believe that xia fei might be telling the truth.  such a shame that he's fallen into a group of people that the mere thought of causes his hackles to raise.  the very same people likely pulling xia fei aside  &  whispering into his ear.  

it had been a long time since he was concerned with acting friendly towards strangers, worrying about how someone might perceive him.  the young man before him is no different on this list.  their only tether being the reason lu guang finds himself here  &  now.

who determines what's right  &  what's wrong ?           ❝  even if it makes you uncomfortable ?   ❞            what if it's a right in favor of a wrong ?        ❝  sometimes it isn't easy as just making the decision to do your best.  ❞          his voice wavers, lu guang's tone softening as he continues.        ❝  you've got the spirit, i guess that's a good start ...  ❞

TO FUNCTION AS AN EFFICTIVE UNIT a certain amount of trust had to be maintained between all the pieces.  the knights moralis can entrust their flank to fellow knight but not with what burdens the mind ?  while utowin himself does not voice all his worries nor seeks to stand out too much, he does not believe that he keeps all of it tucked away, hidden under lock  &  key.  this seems to be much larger than them, bigger than self-doubt, far more than he had ever stopped to ponder.

❝  things have felt weird since our return ...  are you suggesting they've been keeping things from us ?   ❞

silver eve's incident had done nothing to quell any growing doubts he harbored before, instead only exacerbating the looming rift, if one could even think of it as such. the slight brushes against easthies' authority during chatter he thought was between two comrades that know each other better than anyone else reduced to duty, both disappointed utowin  &  planted a pit of worry, buried deep, remaining dormant till their recent spat.

he looks over his shoulders before focusing back on her.  even with someone on the other side with him, he is not quite sure where to begin.           ❝  i get it.  there's some stuff that's more of a need-to-know basis  &  things that wouldn't do us any good knowing.  ❞          then he sighs.           ❝  but easthies isn't himself right now.  just now he was really adamant about duty but left no room to breathe.  ❞

unprompted // @visvivae said :

orion peers at camille's pointed ears curiously, standing behind the vampire, before giving into his impulsive desires &. nibbling on the operator's cute ears.

AMONGST SOME OF HIS CONCERNING FEATURES, his pointed ears are noticeable to any onlooker.  something he wouldn't bother hiding, for bloodlust  &  hunger are likely the larger concern.  the endministrator did not seem to be turned off to ...  any of it.  even teasingly baring his neck to the vampire like he might be his own personal blood bag.

he can smell it getting closer.  the scent sweet yet acrid, filling his senses.  camille places some pressure on the back of his foot but orion beats him to succumbing to one's own desire.

dispatch (the game): part 2  //  @givingnightcall said : 

From now on stop caring about what anyone else thinks. - to nine from bakugou (pro-hero setting!)

STAYING TRUE TO ONE'S SELF  &  STICKING TO ONE'S GUNS     ⸻     that's been nine's philosophy even before he ended up in this hero business.  a problem child with a heart made of gold, opinionated but never for a selfish reason.  his own journey hadn't started because of some grand expectations  &  lofty ideals, just a fella who wanted to make a difference, stand up for the little guy.

❝  you don't gotta tell a guy like me twice !   ❞          he has to bite his tongue, practically tasting the iron as he stops himself from retorting, arguing about the semantics seemingly something he has an itch for even during a time like this.