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I would like to personally thank @hackingfirestarter / @experiment401 for being the person to initially welcome me to the FGC comm. She’s become a firm friend to me in the time I’ve known her, and pours so much love into her OCs... She cops a bit of a hard time in many aspects, which is unfair as hell, but manages to stay a ray of sunshine despite all hardships. She’s a delight to write with and an absolute treasure to hang out with OOC.
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Dull eyes sought the source of the voice. A girl… About the same age as him, maybe younger. She was rather small in stature, making it difficult to tell. His own uniform was darker in colour, the top sleeveless, showing off the array of needle punctures crawling up and down the dark skin of his arms. NESTS’ emblem, a white X shape with three dots positioned in the left, right, and bottom of it, was emblazoned just over his heart. There was an armband situated over his own wrist; plain and black, with a little red light flashing at slow intervals. A tracker. Ensuring he didn’t stray far while his handlers’ meeting with G-Corps’ execs was going on.
“Subject KD-0059,” the boy intoned robotically…
Only to blink. Tired, hollow, eyes becoming a little clearer, and the first notes of panicked confusion entering his voice.
“N-no. Wait. That’s not… I’m…” A hand came up to clutch his throbbing skull, fingers curling through his hair. Deep chocolate, with a fat streak of white that was only expanding further every day. He was… was… A stronger lance of pain drew a hissed inhale between his teeth, forcing his eyes to squeeze shut. His fingers curled tighter as all that came to mind aside from his serial number was blankness. “I don’t…. I don’t remember.”
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“Another starter call. ”
“And what are you doing in my castle.” Humans, humans everywhere. Why couldn’t they just get the idea that humans who were still free weren’t welcomed here at all.
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“You’ll have me to hate by the time I’m done with you...”
“Now, kneel to me and call me your queen or I’ll cripple your limbs, Naomi -- oh, or was it 401?~ I mix them up so often~” The demon summoned her four-bladed scythe, grinning widely as the sharp edges began to spin.
❝ Oi. I’m sittin’ with ya today. Move over.❞ Asuka knew that HIGH SCHOOL KIDS especially could be quite MEAN. She’d been hearing a dozen names being thrown about around in her high school--CRUELTIES directed at the girl that sat before her. THAT WEIRD NEW GIRL. CHICK WHO NEVER TALKS. Other names that all made Asuka’s blood come to a boil. IT WAS AN INJUSTICE TO HER, the fact that they’d judge a girl that they HARDLY KNEW so harshly. ❝ Call me Kazama, by the way. Kazama-san's fine. ❞ As she continued, Asuka pulled out the bento that she’d made for herself the night before. ❝ YOU ? ❞
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💭💭💭💭 You ask for four, as shall I ^^
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💭 “Making pancakes isn’t hard.” Damn it, what the hell was I thinking. I know I can’t cook for shit, I should’ve just left this to Maxi- Shitshitshit where’s the exTINGUISHER?!!
💭 It feels nice holding her hand like this. Her skin’s so soft…
💭 I should ask her if she wants to go to the beach sometime… But it’s so hard to get a read on her moods sometimes, I’m not sure if she’d be genuinely enthused about it or just playing along to make me happy.
💭 What the hell did they do to you when we were separated, Naomi? I want to be there for you - help you - but hell if that form doesn’t scare me shitless…
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A single slow blink met her words, his face schooled in blankness.
And then an arm went around her waist, bodily hauling her up over his shoulder. He began to march towards his bedroom, lugging her around like a sack of potatoes, and steadfastly ignoring any struggling she’d put up. She was so ill she could barely stand, and he was not going to tolerate such jackassery. Being a stubborn idiot in the face of sickness was his job, after all; heaven forbid she steal it from him.
“[This isn’t negotiable, moron. You’re getting in the damn bed and resting, whether you like it or not.]”
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Maxima didn’t look up from chopping up vegetables for tonight’s dinner, an action almost as soothing and instinctively ingrained as touching up his sideburns. They’d be having stew tonight, among other things.
“You know. I had my doubts about you, initially...” Well, he still did, but he kept them private. Even if the strange readings his scanners kept picking up from her put him on edge. “But it’s been good to have you around, Naomi. If only because it’s made K’ become less withdrawn.” In all the years Maxima had known him, he didnt think he’d ever seen the kid smile so much and so freely.
“Well,” he added as an afterthought. “Having an extra set of hands to help me with the chores is good, too.” He did look up this time, grinning and gesturing with the knife at the dishes she was washing. They went through so many in this little apartment; ravenous appetites abound here.
