C L O U D;

“That’s a lousy excuse. The day can be spent away from crowds, you know?”

The sun was shining brightly on the island and this particularly beautiful day compelled the young hero to explore the island some more. With a smile on his face, he started to make his way down the bustling street. It wasn’t long before his journey was halted, however, when someone around his height decided to cut him off. Kirishima looked the other directly in the eyes, which seemed slightly cold, before questioning why he decided to stop him.  

❝Um…is something wrong, bro?❞ 

     The other's casual speech directed towards him as a friendly manner caused nothing more but disgust within him. The fact that this person didn’t even have knowledge of the crimes he was committing was eve more revolting. The lack of interest people projected when it came to rules was the main reason of why they lived in such an outrageous society, which everyone knew it deserved a deep cleanse leaded by him

“Everyone likes to partake in fun, exciting things unless they’re shy. What’s your excuse?”

“Is this your way of being mad you won’t be able to partake in it with anyone?”

      The Vongola ring, the object that remained with him since he arrived to the island, in any other given situation he wouldn’t care less about it but he knew things had changed. His instinct being his most trustworthy source impulsing him to find its current location after purposely losing it due his unimportance and lack of personal interest towards it. Light weight taking off from his shoulder, his eyes witnessing the small creature traveling across the park following what for him was unknown, almost like something started dragging the bird’s body. Uncertainty rising, leading him to pursue the path his partner had left for him. Purple lights coming from a girl whose presence was strong enough to make Hibird fly to her whereabouts, first thought was connect the luminosity spectrum to the cloud flames that belonged to him, ones that could only come from the target he was looking for. No hesitation nor delicacy, and with his usual speedness he grabs her hand allowing himself to scan the area. 

     Up and down his cold narrowed eyes scan what it could be described as the personification of chaos, and not the kind he related with. Flaming spikes waiting to be tamed by him, with only one glance he could tell thirty six rules were already broken due his unacceptable selection of clothing. With an elegant landing he interrupts the other’s walking, someone had to put order in here and it had to be him. 

INDEPENDENCE.

You don’t set out to be different for its own sake; you are more easily guided by what interests and moves you. You are more concerned about what is right for you than about the pressure to fit in. You know the value of selective irresponsibility, of forgetting occasionally about being ‘good’.

ORDERLINESS.

You love it when everything is neat and tidy: when there is a proper way of doing things, and you can tick things off the to-do list and know where everything is. So others, at times, are to you unbearably sloppy and messy. And you run into things that can’t be ordered (a child, a partner, a colleague at work) which drives you slightly nuts. But your desire for order is a good one when it is focussed where it is needed and when you’re okay with a bit of mess.

MISANTHROPY.

You have seen the darker side of human nature, even in daily life. When you look beneath the surface everyone is pretty messed up; there’s more selfishness circulating that others admit. You are never surprised by the stupidity of others, even though it annoys you. Your streak of misanthropy is, in fact, a requirement of remaining sane. You’ve wisely come to terms with your need to sometimes confidently reject people.

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     It had been a while since he first stepped into this place, living the changes from when it was nothing but dust and crumbles, witnessing the growth of the area into something more habitable. Meeting knew faces, new battles, new problems, new rule breakers, new battles, new weapons, new battles, new battles...

     In only just a minute he was “part” of an unfamiliar community, one that had to be perfected and of course, moderated by him. 

     It would be a lie if it’s said that during those times he hadn’t experienced the longing for what used to be a kingdom of his own, Namimori. Built with effort and distinguished abilities, the foundations of his outstanding authority, it was truly a loss but not something to mourn for, being conscious of his own capabilities to create again like he once did kept him at peace. 

     How would it be if a tiny piece of what he called “home” arrived to that particular place where he got dragged in?

     Nostalgia----

     no, the absence of it, the moment his eyes spotted the Vongola standing before him, indignation and displeasure spreading within. Why? Who knows. 

      Finally got into the swing of things irl and can bring my baby back ! SOOOOOO like this post for a small starter! Cap is 4, but if your chara has interacted with him before you are exempt from the cap!  Heads up! Hibari might not approach your character cos he isn’t like that and I know that can be a little annoying in starters so keep that in mind before liking this!

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rightreflection:

Unlike the other two sulking humans Rin’s participation in the group had not been forced upon her by the so-called leader. Fearful of the threats made by the strange, floating woman from before while simultaneously noting how desperately the monochrome members of said group needed a pop of color… She had all but forced herself into the final position and lucky for her, they had all seemed far too apathetic to deny her. The name, however, had been an entirely different story. 

“I still think that Rin’s Rascals would have been way better, but…” She can only shrug before offering a single nod of acceptance, “I guess that whole fungus ball thing works for the lot of you so long as I’m considered Chomby.” Whatever the hell that was.

The shift of topics is much welcomed and the android is obviously eager to begin listing out her self-proclaimed ‘great’ attributes. 

“I’m not trying to brag or anything, but… I’m good at everything. Seriously! I can sing, dance, run, jump…” Her voice trails off as she settles her hands into her hips with a triumphant grin. “I’m also really strong and, most importantly– beautiful!” 

A moment of silence is offered as she allows her proclamations to sink in, her gaze traveling slowly over the three others who have found themselves unfortunate enough to be trapped with her presence for however long. And while she is clearly confident in her own abilities she slowly begins to doubt the abilities of those beside her.

“…Um… Are any of you guys good at anything other than reciting My Chemical Romance lyrics?” She somehow doubts it.

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     ✘ █ THE moment that both Izaya and Rin start speaking in succession, the goth spares no time in attempting to tune them both out. Though she’s not necessarily in a foul mood (or at least not yet), the idea of listening to people talk so much together makes Ruby more than a little tired in this instance. Yet despite how she feels in this particular moment, she unfortunately realizes they she’ll have to cooperate with this rag tag team of people…

     … Or rather, just let them bicker among themselves and keep herself in the background. If possible she’d like to keep any sort of effort, whether it be mental of physical, to a minimum.

     ❝ Wow, good one. ❞ she now replies dryly to the blonde, only sparing her a glance out of the corner of her eye before looking elsewhere once more.

     ❝ And does it matter? All we have to do is follow the radar. Pretty easy unless you’re hard of hearing, ❞

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The moment Rin speaks, he turns his attention to her, listening intently at what she has to say. She was good at everything. She could sing, dance, run, jump, had strength and to top it all off, she was self-proclaimed as beautiful. Wonderful. Between her sunshine nature, the silence of Hibari and Ruby’s pessimism, he fathomed that this group was going to succeed further than any other. And by that he figured that it was around a whopping 75% that it might fall into shambles, leaving them either arguing or giving one another the cold shoulder. He, himself, not included in that mix. Arguments weren’t his thing. Not unless he felt very passionately about something or a situation. Here? He couldn’t care less about what was going on, only that it was a goal to at least get something done so neither of them subsumed to death.

“My Chemical Romance?” He repeats, thinking quickly of what that was. A band from America, if he remembered correctly. Outdated, but still mentioned among the forums that emotional teenagers used. “That may be what’s going in Hibari’s head right now.” A jab of humor at him, considering he was the only one who hadn’t said a word. Now, after he speaks, the gun soars down to them, causing his heart to drop at the sound of the impact. Luckily, his body remains steeled and unaffected by it, as if it didn’t startle him at all. Without much thought, he’s leaning over and swooping it up, deciding that it’s his right to check it out first. Surely the trio around him had never used a gun before. He doubts it, but keeps the ‘weapon’ to himself anyway, gauging the safety and use.

“Radar seems about right. But there’s always a tactful resolution to a situation, Ruby. Since Rin says she can run and jump, she might be able to see things before us, saving you energy from having to walk all the way to a location.” His tone is playful, and though he knows she’ll likely only roll her eyes and stunt him from speaking any further, he has fun poking at her anyway. He also has fun pointing the gun at Hibari square in the forehead, pretending as if he’s clicking the trigger and whispering a soft, “Pshhooo~” under his tone. Though maybe nobody but the one he was doing the action to caught that. Or maybe they all saw how childish he could be.

Regardless, his hand tilts to the side and offers Rin the weapon. “Care to read us our first location?”

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     Being part of a crowd was already sickening enough, his fingers twitching in discomfort from hearing his teammates building communication between them; his only wish to immediately dissolve the group. Nonsense comments trying to pull him into the conversation, Hibari’s innate barrier growing as they kept coming. 

     A mission based on pistols, not of his liking, a weapon commonly used by the mafia and by those who lacked strength and avoided putting an actual fight during battles. He was faster than a bullet and could cause greater damage with his bare hands. He finds himself facing the device, at the other end Orihara Izaya targeting him. A herbivore with a new toy threatening a carnivore, wasn’t that silly? Funny? Amusing? Absurd? Ridiculous? Vexing? Annoying? Irritating? Infuriati--

     There’s nothing that can be read on his face, no expression or feeling escapes from him, he wouldn't give him the satisfaction. Those emotions contained in the burning animosity that developed in clouded orbs. 

     He quickly seizes the weapon from his hand, he aims at the horizon not even bothering to look at the final destination, and with no hesitation his finger pulls the trigger shooting at a dusty location that seems to be the ruins of a building with a half-destroyed sign that reads as Chuck E. Cheese’s. 

     Lastly, he throws the pistol over his shoulder at Rin’s direction as it was originally intended.

     ❝Don’t waste my time.❞ After all, team work is against his nature. 

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