Sin Bearer

@stainedjustice​

How long had it been since he had last gone to a festival? Almost… ten years perhaps? He didn’t know. Hell, Kyoya could barely remember that particular festival, mainly due to him spending most of the time making sure his younger sister didn’t get lost… Which likely would have happened if he hadn’t been keeping an eye on her. 

Though, come to think of it… Weren’t he and his friends talking about going to a festival a few months ago? Before he ended up here, that is. Or didn’t that festival get—

…He’s so lost in his thoughts, Kyoya didn’t realize he was staring right at someone. Or were they staring back at him? Shit.

“S-Sorry, I was just… Thinking about how long it’s been since I’ve been to a festival,” Kyoya quickly explains. Glancing away from the other for a moment, he looks over at the food stalls nearby… Or at least the ones he could see.

“Do… festivals normally have this many food stalls? I ain’t complaining or anything but… wow, that’s a lot.”

They wouldn’t be wanting for food during this time. Savory smells tempted his taste buds and his nostrils. He’d eaten something earlier when his mouth started to water. It’d helped a little. Probably find a proper meal later. Kanata thought the kingdom here was fairly generous through offering the monthly stipend (which he’d learned the definition of here). He had to think of it as getting paid to live here every month. 

He looked to the side to see someone eyeing him. Someone looked about as out of place as he. He waved his bandage-wrapped hand.

“I’m from a small town - a village really. We sometimes celebrated the harvest or solstice but not like this.” He gestured at their surroundings. He hoped that would explain his similar look of amazement.

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She’s back at the markets again. Chasing interesting things from stall to stall, there’s been a bag of things that she’s slowly acquired over time. It’s nothing too expensive, little nick-knacks and trinkets that she’s found interesting. There’s not more than a few dollars worth into it, but it’s still quite frustrating when she sets it down somewhere, and forgets to pick it back up when she walks away. Twenty minutes later, she’s in a bit of a spiral trying to find it. 

It’s a ways into her search, when she bumps into someone else. They make eye contact for a bit too long, and she pounces.

“Hey! Hey- can you help me for a minute?” She’s stressed, by the tone of her voice, but not panicked. “I set a bag down and now I can’t find it, and it’s so crowded that I’m going crazy trying to spot it by myself. Can you help me?” 

He’d been meandering through the markets. The objective of his shopping mission was enclosed in his hands. He’d bought a little glass flowery trinket for Misella from one of the local artisans. For a moment a little wooden charm caught his eye, but if anything could be brought home with them, she’d worry about catching it aflame.

Lost in his own thoughts, he almost bumped into someone else in the market. The trinket was reflexively held close to his chest. He bounced back with a quickly voiced apology. When she made no move to leave, he contemplated asking her if something was wrong. She beat him to it.

A festival? Dorian had never attended something as common as a festival, though you couldn’t day there was much of that in Tevinter. Not like this. Tevinter had elaborate social gatherings where you were expected to dress, speak and act a certain way whilst fishing for weakness and secrets- not very different from Orlais.

The set up at Kester Park was quaint with the local merchants selling handcrafted items. He thought perhaps to trade this rain stick in for something a little more useful- but it appeared that out of all items sold none had a staff of any sort. How bothersome.

With a sigh Dorian stands back and watches the glisten of bubbles float through the air.

“However childish… I suppose it’s nice some people are having fun. Though I can’t quite but help this feeling of suspicion.” He’s not speaking to anyone in particular, though he does hope to engage someone- anyone else that might share this feeling. Brown eyes glance at those around for any response. Surly he wasn’t the only one that felt like this could be some sort of distraction.

@stainedjustice​

Harvest festivals and birthday celebrations had been the closest approximation to the summer solstice festival here. Because he was from a small village, it had been a much smaller scale. He’d always felt bad for the orphans because they were often left out of parties as the outcasts. He tried to memorize their birthdays or make note of it somewhere so they didn’t feel left out.

Celebrations like this one often felt like a distraction. Good or bad he couldn’t really tell at the moment. Upon appearing here he hadn’t joined the crowds who had pleaded to be returned to their homes. The young man had been running near nonstop from the Enforcers. To be honest it was good to have a break to think over his life and hope to learn something here to take back with him. So - in his case he thought this festival was a good distraction.

He was wandering through the park and finishing off a fruit kabob until he found an older darker-skinned gentleman nearby. Stopping to listen to him, he tilted his head in thought. “Do you think this festival is a distraction? Did you wish for something?” He was tired of being suspicious of the world around him, but he would never tire of finding the path of justice.

misc prompts for your feels

** pinterest quotes pt. three

“  you  are  such  a  soft  and  sweet  thing.  ”

“  nobody  knows  how  to  take  care  of  you.  ”

“  it’s  killing  you  isn’t  it  ?  ”

“  maybe  swearing  will  help  ?  ”

“  if  i  didn’t  care,  would  i  feel  this  way  ?  ”

“  there  is  bravery  in  being  soft.  ”

“  oh  im  sorry,  did  my  back  hurt  your  knife  ?  ”

“  i  wasn’t  born  to  be  soft  and  quiet.  i  was  born  to  make  the  world  shatter  and  shake  at  my  fingertips.  ”

“  no  i  don’t  make  sense,  stop  asking.  ”

“  i  am  not  that  same  person  i  was  eighteen  minutes  ago.  ”

“  together  or  not  at  all.  ”

“  feel  like  making  a  deal  with  the  devil  ?  ”

“  i  have  more  scars  then  friends.  ” 

“  what  i  create  is  chaos.  ”

“  you  are  not  his  princess.  you  are  your  own  queen.  ”

“  i  could  be  your  family.  ”

“  i  thought  we’d  have  more  time.  ”

  “It depends on the writer and the medium.” His answer was quick enough, and one he got more often than one might expect. There’s a nonchalant shrug, though perhaps that’s not the best answer.

  “Sometimes it’s animated, other times it’s just comic book logic. I guess the easiest answer for this specific mask is the eye holes have some sort of Stark technology I probably stole that like… enhance my vision so it’s not tunneled or anything. Nothing fancy like scanners or a HUD or built in cameras, unfortunately.” Honestly, even Deadpool isn’t sure how he sees out of the thing half the time. Or how his eyes still work after all the absolute chaos they’ve been through. When he sees the kid go to stand, Wade offers a hand in assistance. “You training there, bud? I’m a mercenary, one of the best in fact, and for the right price, I could give you a lesson or two. What do you say?”

He stared blankly. There were several words slung around that he didn’t quite understand. While the answer was quick and prepared, he couldn’t tell if the person was serious or not until he actually mentioned his vision. The man could have a “Vicious” streak and be ready to dodge around the truth. What was so difficult about that question?

Leaving the food vendor behind, Kanata offered one of the pure meat skewers to Misella. He had a generous assortment balanced in his other hand. The cook had sold ones of meat, veggies, fruits, and combinations thereof. It seemed like a convenient food when they wanted to view more of the area. Kester Park was up ahead.

In the near distance a brightly colored pink firework lit up the sky. Stopping in his tracks, he pointed with the skewer. “Over there! Let’s stop in the park to eat. There must be the perfect spot to view those lights!” Somewhere with a clear view of the sky sounded perfect for this time of day.

“O-oh! Ah, heh… Of course… I’d be happy to help.” Now, it wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for her to spend her time in the square, but it came as a sudden surprise when a sudden voice came from her side. Not that the shock lasted very long. Frankly, with so many people in the city, she should have seen this coming. The young man trying to get her attention certainly had a boisterous attitude about him, and after the momentary shock she found his demeanor to be infectious.

“Though I must admit, I’m not familiar with… miso soup, is it?“ If it was a particular dish from his homeland, the city most likely had something like it in stock. Some entrepreneur knew that supplying the comforts arriving residents were used to would pay dividends later, and the Bazaar was a hot spot for such supplies. If this youth was looking for a particular set of ingredients, then it would be the perfect place to start.

With the concern regarding his request out of the way, all that was left to do was to introduce herself. “I’m Cornflower. Pleased to meet you, Kanata.”

“Thank you!” Kanata was glad to find someone willing to help. Every place was sure to have stand-offish individuals who didn’t have time to help someone new to the community. He wondered if people had jobs here. No one would be “living off the land”. Since he’d worked for his father, he’d never held a job beyond watching over the kids at the orphanage. It still taught him to cook, clean, and resolve conflicts.

“It’s a broth based soup. It’s often made with green onions and tofu. My friend loves meat so I make it with pork.” His attitude sobered a little. He hadn’t seen his best friend Misella since he arrived in this kingdom. Kanata hoped she would appear and her appearance was delayed. They hadn’t completed their mission yet which left him feeling even sadder.

He attempted to brighten up around this person. No use feeling down when Cornflower offered their help. “Nice to meet you, Cornflower!”

soft angst edition.

@stainedjustice said: "i’m not leaving you here.“

          The support during a particularly grueling battle is appreciated, even if Aegis refrained from showing it externally, holding himself onto a higher expectation to never falter in the heat of battle. “You jest, Kanata, I don’t intend to be left here in the first place,” Aegis replied, pushing himself to not sound breathless. They must continue on as well while there is still light, to make up for lost time after a long search for a source of food. It becomes difficult to count on a town they pass by in their adventure, as any with a vision central could potentially recognize any one of them. 

“That would be a horrible way to go, wouldn’t it? Here lies Aegis and Kanata out of want for food because someone used it on alcohol. They’d volunteered to go on ahead, thinking they could trace down food faster. Misella was staying behind even though Vicious had a better constitution than most humans. He didn’t want to worry about her frying and burning the food already. 

He was sure Aegis accompanied him to be away from the source of their hunger. They’d thought they’d stocked up the normal amount of supplies. Kanata thought they should have over-estimated this time. Especially if they wanted to avoid more of the towns on their travels. Whoever was in charge - he though it was Vicious judging by the appearance of alcohol at the fire - hadn’t listened. The dark-haired man must have slipped their notice because they’d tried to supervise him.

FRUITS BASKET (2019); V-VI (accepting)

“Then, don’t yell too much. Take it easy.” He’d reached the conclusion pretty quickly that Aegis needed to have fun. Though Kanata couldn’t fault him at all for expressing frustration towards Vicious. The Great Transgressor had some stupid schemes to get his way in the towns. Admittedly, they’d been run out of the last town because of one of those schemes.

“Excuse me?? You know how rude that is?? Do I go and say that to your face??? This is how I look, quite frankly, I’m considered one of the most handsome mech of my species.” He’s going to frown at them, how can someone mistake this look for an armor? “Well, I’m consider normal where I come from, so maybe you’re not the normal one.” A huff, crossing his arms over his chest plate. 

“Maybe I’m not normal where I’m from!” Kanata huffed out in a frustrated breath. He’d accepted long ago that he’d lost his innocence. Misella maintained his purity was unmatched, but they’d fought and killed to get to where they were today.

  The city had several shops in which things previously difficult to obtain were now a commodity, the most notable of such being food. She found that currency replaced primitive labors to the point where hunting became obsolete, and as she was a hunter out of necessity, it did not feel right to continue hunting when she knew food to be obtainable elsewhere – so she opted to drop it for the time being, even if the choice felt very odd to her.

As she had yet to step into one of Terra’s restaurants, it was with slight hesitancy that she decided to finally give it a try. The country’s written language remained lost on her, so she had little choice but to pick a place somewhat blindly, relying only on environmental cues – and she soon came upon a shop which had a rather significant line to get in. Drifting closer, she could peer at the menu displayed on a stand outside the building and see that some sort of soup was being offered.  And… as she thought, none of the writing made sense. 

Someone else had also approached the menu–a young boy who seemed quite excited to be here. Hild moved out of the way, brows furrowing as she wondered if she should ask him what was written on the menu – she still did not much like asking for help.

“ … Hey. Are you familiar with this place? ” / @stainedjustice​

Kanata was starving. He didn’t have the energy in him to return home and cook a meal. A mental list-off of his pantry made him think he was low on the ingredients for what he really wanted: soup. His stomach felt so empty that what could be a couple days’ worth serving would end up being a heaping bowl for that meal.

He’d wandered into the Southern Sector where he found the Linden Cafe. The restaurant made him instantly stop in his place from the comforting aroma of miso soup. His mouth started to water pleased to find somewhere to sate his hunger. He sighed audibly when he saw the line outside the building. Walking closer the smell is reconciled with the sight of “miso soup” written on the menu as a selection for soup of the day. 

the transfer to this world is a jarring experience: given misella’s background, one would think she is used to the unknown, the unexplored. but how would anyone be prepared to be taken to an entirely new world? she can only stand firmly on the ground, resolute to survive and live with her sins. this pain is her penance; she has learned to accept the cowl of guilt.

though normally self-sufficient, she is frantic and terrified. eyes are wide as she wildly searches around, and through the shoes are scuffed from quickly shuffling around this unusual kingdom, she ignores it all. the pain of walking too quickly, the ache in her heart - she is fixated on the goal of reuniting with her most beloved, and nothing else could come remotely close to dissuading her from her goal.

she sees the blonde hair in the back at first, and her heart lurches into her throat; the outfit comes after, and with that, the recognition has set in. relief spreads within like a wildfire, joy echoed clearly and vibrantly in her voice when she runs forward and calls out his name:

❝   kanata!   ❞

@stainedjustice​

His mind is boggled by all the strange sights. He’d seen a construct - was it a person? - made of metal. There was someone who kept his face behind a mask. People walked freely without the potential judgement of the vision orbs hanging over their heads. Foods which he didn’t think possible could be tasted in the markets.

Yet throughout all these sights, smells, and tastes, he lacked the presence of his dearest friend - the one who he’d do anything to protect. He gave up everything and committed the great sin of patricide earning him the brand on his palm. It was all worth it to see her smile and the smile of his friends. They had banded together to free the world from an unjust system of oppression. 

He worried that he wouldn’t be able to see that bright pink hair again. Her smile perked him up on the cloudiest of days. It was rather strange and unsettling to be without someone he thought of as home. Because really home had become not a place but the people.

He turned around with the widest of grins upon seeing her face.

“Misella!”