KANABIVEIL — AN ISOLA AFFILIATED INDIE FRIENDLY NAHOBINO FROM SHIN MEGAMI TENSEI V: VENGEANCE.
" young man . . . as it is appropriate, you may say 'fuck'. but only once. "
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KANABIVEIL — AN ISOLA AFFILIATED INDIE FRIENDLY NAHOBINO FROM SHIN MEGAMI TENSEI V: VENGEANCE.
" young man . . . as it is appropriate, you may say 'fuck'. but only once. "
notes beneath.

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✲ "Join me? Negotiation?" Marcille's head was spinning after taking in all that the boy had to say. She can't say she had ever heard responses like that to being offered free food before. She definitely would never have responded like this. Why did he respond to her offer with a question? Why was she suddenly on her toes? She'd just wanted to unload a snack she didn't like!
"Education is important, but building relationships with your peers is important too! You can say "both" is wrong, but one or the other is far too cruel to the students!" She valued her time at the magic academy, but if she'd never engaged with her peers and made friends then she never would've met Falin!
"...Why are you even asking me these questions? I was just offering you food, I don't want anything in return... Do I look that shady!?" Should she invest in a more "welcoming" outfit!?
hm.... an okay response. the one he desired the least, but some do prefer neutrality over siding with anything certain.
"you want me to accept your offer, right?" kei speaks after a moments thought. "its customary that we negotiate, but . . ."
she looks like she's getting anxious. maybe it's best to drop the fun. one day kei will have the joy of a demon negotiation, but that day is not today. accompanied by a curt nod, he takes the snack.
"thank you," is how he eventually relents, sifting through his bag before neatly placing it amidst the compartmentalized books and pens. highly organized, it was no doubt that kei greatly preferred his ' ducks in order ', so to speak. "i'll accept it."
at that, he points one finger into the air as if to count. "demon negotiations. if you want a demon to join your side, you offer them something. then, they ask you a specific question. depending on how you respond, they'll join you or react in other ways."
if not for the bluntness weaving through his tone, he'd have almost sounded sheepish. "i had thought you wanted to try it with me. i was a bit excited. sorry."
color theory
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Yu's nearly convinced the entire world has gone grey, until he finally spots another person—someone who is decidedly not monochrome, instead entirely a shade of blue. It's probably time to try and find some answers.
"Hello," He approaches. "I'm sorry to bother you, but do you know anything about...this?" Yu vaguely gestures, since there's not really an adequate way to fully describe this situation, nor how empty he suddenly feels inside. It's unnerving. "I thought everything had lost its color, but it seems like that's just me."
CHIFFON, in contrast to the dull greys, is a welcome sight. fluorescent blue hand waves gently towards the stranger, affirmative nod accompanying it as kei approaches.
he seems quiet. a relief, really. maybe they could discuss the situation at hand with a bit of calmness, rather than the panic ensuing from some others.
" . . . i'm sorry to burden you with this, but only you and i have any form of color. that means we've been handed an advantage, right ?" usually, kei is not one to jump onto others ( metaphorically speaking ! ) so very quickly, and yet . . . well, hes been this way since the whole ordeal happened. "please tell me your experiences."
at that, he pats down his pockets - no notebook. damn. guess he's just going to have to remember it. "i see everything as grey as well. you're not alone in this."
Kings, Knights, and their pixie companions.
keis complimentary color is NEON ORANGE, in contrast to his COMPUTER SCREEN BLUE.
in contrast to his bluntness yet clear bravery, keis complimentary self will be the polar opposite. skittish, cowardly and fast to stress. when fronted with danger or situations, it is likely that he will run. to put it simply, orangei (orange kei.. haha..) is generally a nervous person who overthinks everything.
a redeeming trait of this self is his tendency to lose his morally virtuous stubbornness. he won't hesitate to take cheap tricks if necessary ! this can be positive in some sense of a regard as it'll equate not dragging others into his need to insert and help others.
if you want keis DEFAULT COLOR, its COMPUTER SCREEN BLUE.
this is representing the feeling of drive/motivation. if your muse feels aimless, kei will be certain to provide it. perhaps excessively so, they may believe that they must get their goals done now. will they take this burst of energy to peel themselves out of a slump, or go a little crazy with it?
aogami is wholeheartedly unaffected by either and is honestly bewildered by the entire ordeal. (-:

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CURSESMADE. — ISOLA-AFFILIATED, INDIE-FRIENDLY MAHITO OF JUJUTSU KAISEN.
a study in dissonance, flesh and maybe the distress of your favorite monopoly piece being broken (thanks choso!).
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It was much warmer here than it ever was back home, and suddenly, the heavy fabrics her dress consisted of were made painfully obvious. Snow had decided to just stop and catch her breath, taking a handkerchief from her skirt pocket to tamp the sides of her neck dry. Maybe she should look into getting new garments, try out a pair of trousers...
Those thoughts would have to wait now though, the princess being brought back to the forefront of her mind at the voice getting her attention. Snow glanced up at the sudden shade, and then back to the hand that was offering it.
" Oh- Why, thank you ! How kind ! " She hesitates for a moment, but gingerly takes the umbrella to free his hand, tilting it more to the side to at least try to offer him some shade as well.
" Please, do let me pay for it, Whatever this, 'iced cream' is. Be it a token of my gratitude, if nothing else ! " Dollars... The princess clicked her tongue as she made sense of the word in her head. She could only assume he was talking about a currency, and even though the only coin she was actually familiar with was Joachimstaler, this place seemed to run off of nothing physical, but from the strange little device she's assuming everyone was given.
" It's the least I can do, truly ! "
from the way she spoke, it really did seem like the stranger hadn't heads nor tails on what iced cream is ! which in of itself was enough to reserve a pang of slight sadness. what a wonderful treat it was. it would be of urgent matters that she get to try it as soon as possible.
with a silent, mental acknowledgement that aogami would be able to pick the flavor next time ( and aogami absolutely would not have a clue on what a flavor would even taste like. ), he turns his attention to snow.
"you don't know what ice cream is?" kei speaks in surprise a moment, though his features betray it. for a day as hot as this, it really was a necessity. "hang on..."
well, they don't use macca here. or yen. or dollars. stardust, wasn't it? something or rather. quickly does he crouch down in the midst of the pathway, certain to not intervene on others paths, and starts peeling coupon upon coupon from his pocket.
"vanilla, strawberry... no, these ones expired..." he hums. "alright. it's a cream that's frozen, and it's smooth. melts apart in your mouth."
ah! there! buy one get one free, soft serve ice cream!
in victory, he holds it to snow. "i... think you may need two. you seem to be dressed much hotter than me."
fight again
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✲ "You look hungry. Do you want these?" It seemed like Marcille was doing a nice thing, offering someone younger than herself a bag of kettlecorn chips coated with cheese that was basically full. But she had bought them, tried them, and didn't like them. She was doing her best to get rid of them without throwing them out since that would be a waste.
"There's nothing wrong with them, so it isn't like you need to be suspicious or anything!" She probably wouldn't have even sounded suspicious if not for saying that!
oh ! a negotiation !
usually, kei was the one doing these with demons. offer them things, converse in a certain way that appeals to them the most. then, they joined his team, and happy days! in a way, he himself was a demon, so he supposes it was only a matter of time.
. . . but it was kind of funny, the thought of it. so he plays along. what kind of questions would he ask ? what kind of things would he want someone else to say to have him on their side ? ever so slightly does the boy smile.
"to join you ?" is the first thing he says, eyes resting on the chips. they did look nice . . . maybe this really was the best way to appeal to him. "hmm. . ."
wow, this was pretty exciting! to be on the receiving end of a negotiation for once!
now, this was the part where the demon usually asks a specific question, right? kei pauses, and thinks. what would be his question? should it be a riddle ? or a personality aspect ? it takes him a minute.
"should school be a time where students mess around and get to know each other, or study hard for a prosperous future ?" kei asks. "please don't say a half-hearted answer like 'both'. i won't agree to the negotiation if you do."
wait, shoot! he's not meant to give hints!
THE COLD DOES NOT REGISTER. His skin is already cracking frost, so when Kei opens the window he feels nothing else. It's strange, this enhanced loneliness that seeps through his flesh, but the feeling is not altogether foreign.
"Why do you think that my help will really make it easier to push?" I don't have my full strength here, he wants to say. How could I help?
He slowly stands, the haze around him all in blue. His sharp, sharp eyes catch Kei's own, and blue reflects with blue -- their colors similar and yet so very different. Whatever he's become, this shell and hollow loneliness, is not the blue that belongs to his companion.
"Okay. I'll try," he allows. "I don't think it will do anything, though. Don't get your hopes up."
well, gojo is certainly different.
it is enough to concern kei more than usual (cursed be the heart that beats for many !). neon blues meet ice, and the eye strain from gojo alone partially makes him wince in contrast to his bolder colors.
"wait," kei speaks. "you're different. a lot different."
he was not the usual chatty self. he was far from the adventurous or daring spirit that lurked about areas he really truly should not.
at that, nahobino paces backwards so to shut the window closed once more. would the usual satoru gojo claim it would be easy ? he hardly knows him well enough. "why?"
it's none of his business, yet, kei cannot help but emulate the inherent kindness tao reserves. the admitted nosiness of yuzuru. the blind faith of dazai, or the caution of yoko. blue as he may be, he was a conglomerate of the hopes and feelings and others - their drives, vested deeply within him. and though they may have disagreed with one another ultimately, they all had the drive to help others.
"... don't tell me it's none of my business," he adds. it comes a little cold, but that's just how kei speaks. "we could freeze out here. we have to depend on each other."

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❝ Oh, jeez... Where could it have gotten off to... ❞ He really should have gained better defenses against stray wind gusts by now. That paper it blew away this time was super important! ❝ I'm dreadfully sorry to bother you, but you haven't seen a paper document floating about, have you? It looks— ❞ The rest of the stack is held up as a show of example, though he makes certain he does so with a firmer grip. ❝ —a lot like these others! ❞
@kanabiveil — if i had a nickel for every time this has happened, i'd have at least two.
at the inquiry, deadpan expression does shift a little bit. into . . . concern, actually. eyes widen, lips downturn ever so slightly, and hand extends himself.
within it, a soggy piece of paper, partially falling apart and ink dripping onto the cement before them.
"it appears your important piece of paper has found itself an unsightly end," aogami speaks, forming beside the boy. "i apologize, but it's entirely unreadable. even i cannot make sense of it."
at that, aogami takes it gently from kei, inspecting it closely. "i cannot so much as make out a single word. have you made spares?"
HIS CURSED ENERGY IS BITING, cold and harsh against his skin. Wild winter and flurries of white and blue, limitless traps him inside himself and keeps anyone from getting too close.
-- satoru gojo alone is the honored one, remember?
A human weapon, a callous thing to be, blue eyes sharp like the edges of not-yet-bloodied broken glass, it cracks against his palms and grinds into fine dust. Coats his lungs. Sandpaper skin.
He hardly registers the bus breaking down. He hardly registers anything at all; there is blue, bright and blinding blue, iced and frozen and unholy. The voice is through a fog, warped and distorted, too far away to grasp.
"Fixing a bus...?" he asks, and frowns. The idea of helping is usually one he would be excited for, but today he feels the need to curl into himself.
Kei's voice is an echo. He wants to shed this skin of broken glass and join him, but something won't let him. He leans on his hand and looks out the window.
"We can just wait."
"no," kei speaks, this time with determination. "we can't."
at that, he walks towards gojo. there's a prickle of something - as if he's pushed away, ever so slightly, by forces of gravity beyond his control (not that kei ever reserved any capability in the matter). he ensures he remains a few steps away, so to not crowd the man.
"someone needs our help. we have to give it to them. what if she gets sick from staying out there? it's cold." hands drum on the window, sliding them across so to remove the inner frost. there she stood, still fixing away. she didn't seem distressed, moreso annoyed, but it still was cold. "... i can't push it myself. so i need your help."
at that, he frees the window, opening it. a cold gust of air washes in. he can tell from gojos attitude he's not going to want to move, but maybe this will make him. "come on."
the bus pulls to a halt. a shrieking, barely-surviving halt. for a moment does the night sky seem only slightly overbearing, given that this was the last bus back into central spirale.
accompanied with that of silent swears beneath her breath does the driver get out, wrench in hand, popping the side and prying into that of the machines organs.
. . . so they've broken down.
the feeling of drive is almost overwhelming, the way the ebb and flow of it all gnaws at his being. it is borderline overwhelming, that such a small act can spur the nahobino into action - an inherent desire to not only fix it himself but provide her the much needed motivation one must have to repair a bus in the freezing snow.
he bites it down. she seems focused, but from how its progressing, the driver seems unsure on what to do.
"do you have any expertise in fixing a bus?" eyes settle on a familiar face, gojo. "i don't. but we should definitely do something to help her."
at that, he stands. "maybe turning off the heat to conserve electricity would be good, but then we'd risk getting too cold..." it takes him a moment of pacing and-- a pang of loneliness at the sight of the desolate landscape before him. isolation, even. an unnatural feeling, a respite from what he typically has felt in thrice amounts, but not a welcomed one. "alright. i know what we'll do."
kei bites the feeling back. "we're going to see if we can push the bus when she comes back inside. i'm sure a repair shop isn't far," they may be in the middle of nowhere, but they must try! "we're in this together."
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it is so……… hot….
at this rate all Jack Frosts will go extinct. I hate summer
📱 despite only just meeting......i think they are funny
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small starter call for kei ! isola event-wise. his color will be computer screen blue, representing the feeling of drive/motivation. if your muse is aimless, kei will be able to restore that feeling! no cap for now!
Gojo looks down into the hole where the young man had kicked the rock. "Spirale, huh?" Not somewhere he's heard of, but that's fine. It's probably a domain of some kind, or another realm...
The boy seems to have a better handle on that, anyway. Instead of worrying about it, he takes a step back from the hole and casually puts his hands behind his head.
"We should probably get each other's names, right? I'm Satoru Gojo."
Strange, a place where that name doesn't carry much weight at all.
yuzuru had taught him the importance of a name. the fact gojo had handed him his so willingly was a sound indicator that he was at least somewhat friendly.
but yuzuru had taught him that names are precious things. each and every one holds weight, don't they? and though it is merely tradition to address by the last name anyway, kei speaks it with purpose.
"gojo. okay," he nods. "my name... amemura. you can call me nahobino. it's what most people do."
"he appears to be rather unique in abilities, even in this state," aogami mentions. it is only something kei can hear, yes, but heard nonetheless. "it would be wise to get to know him, to an extent."
hand taps on ( his own ! ) ear, and he nods to himself.
"gravity, or some kind of force propelling," kei muses aloud. "it's unlikely that you're an average person. is that right ?"