#falseapostle

@falseapostle asked: Haruto arrived at Shibuya tired and damaged. This was not entirely what he had wanted to present to the Composer, and he worried that it wouldn't be enough. But at this point... He would have to take that up with Hazuki. He had done everything he felt appropriate.

He leaned against the wall as he waited for Joshua, making sure to stay out of sight of anyone else that might be around.

Haruto didn't have to wait long because Joshua felt it. He felt it the moment Haruto entered the city, and his blood ran cold. Hadn't he made himself clear? How many times would he have to confront Haruto before he left them alone?

"Didn't I tell you to--"

He froze. The words had been half-prepared even before he teleported over, but as he oriented himself, saw the state Haruto was in, he stopped short, eyes widening.

Blood. There was so much blood. His jacket was soaked, hands coated and fingers at odd angles, red bleeding through his pant leg, and... were those staples? All over his face and neck, stabbed vertically through his eyelid...

And that was too much for her. The way he described her situation. No! Nunnally did not want to listen to it. It was not true! Her life was not that pathetic. Her life… But she could not handle the tears that started to roll down her cheeks and Nunnally started to sob violently. The sobs became louder and louder shaking her small frame.

“You know nothing about me! You know nothing about me…” – she knew she was dragging everyone's attention to them and that they were in public, but she did not care. She did not want him telling her the things she wanted to forget. Even if that was the truth, no-one had the right to torment the other person with that. Truth is overrated. That’s just not fair. That is just too cruel.

“It’s not fair…it’s not fair…” – even if she was saying anything more, these were the only understandable words spoken out between the sobs. Oh, how she hated herself for that! Oh, how she despised herself for such a behaviour. But the stress that she was feeling constantly for months if not years, it was simply too much when she was now so openly confronted with her own feelings, her own thoughts; with things that she learnt to ignore, to hide.

@pureposer Called Out: Shout it he will - even deciding to use his Normal Vocals. After all, that's like two people Talking at once! (At least, it sounds like it). Though he shall not say it, rather, he'll Scream it! Scream it as Loud as Possible - "LILLIUM!!" - as he stood a top the Government Building. Blowing his Voice out is a Small Price to pay for having a Hand in Saving STM's Greatest Doctor, after all. He even decided to roll out the -um part, hoping that'd help somehow. He hopes it does.

@fallenphxtxgrapher Called Out: “ ^ < < ^ A > “ Joel....may be passed out on the couch right now but Lee...well the noise managed to get to the reaper's guitar and pluck out the right melody. don't ask why he knows how to do that

@strawberry-barista / @falseapostle / @enchantedbrew Called Out: Espresso: ^ < < ^ A > Nitro: "Lillium!" Decaf: ^ < < ^ A > . . . "Lillium." Haruto: "Lillium." ∎∎∎∎∎: ^ < < ^ A >

A Masked Stranger Called Out: ^ < < ^ A >

@abstractreign Called Out: From within his own corner of the cosmos, a worn-down Composer hisses out, "Lillium."

@fairymint Called Out: ^ < < ^ A >

@kingsmedley Called Out: ^ < < ^ A > Leeky is playing his piccolo!

@kingsmedley Called Out: Every single instrument in Highness's Shibuya comes to life at once, all blaring the same tune, over and over again. ^ < < ^ A >

@lollipopsandgunshots Called Out: There's yelling from a certain Reaper couple. "Give up, Lilliyum! Hope's got a lot of friends that love her, and we're not backing down!" - Kariya "This is for Hope and for all you've done to her, so leave her alone, Lilliyum!" - Uzuki

@the-rat-house​ Called Out: Lillium!!!

389 Other Masked Voices From Across Space and Time in Unison: Lillium

THRESHOLD SHATTERED | RESULT: S++

MARIA’S HOLD: -400%

“What-”

One by one, the voices flood through the the air of Meyth; the aether name and the spoken one. No one had come to the group’s aid before, only checked in- she’d been watching. “How!? No one was responding before! I made sure of it!”

“It seems they were just waiting for the right moment.” A hand is thrust forward, a void tendril piercing the the space directly between the eyes of Hope’s body. Naturally there’s an attempt to fight back, but against the bonds and the flood of music and voices, there’s no way for Maria to keep controlling the body properly. Though Teal does rush in to further restrict the aether as well, as to make sure Cam isn’t harmed during the procedure.

“I believe it’s about time you gave the good doctor back her form, Mother.” Chamyle yanks at the string of shadow and void, pulling the purebred out and flinging her down the beach. The creation being tumbles and roll, sliding to a halt at the feet of a shadow, who looks from Maria, to her now-slumped and hollow identity, then to her best friend. The one smiling right at her.

“I’ve dealt my judgement as Archivist, as has the entire multiverse you’ve saved before you. Now it’s time to deal yours.”

To this there’s a nod and Hope sprints for her body.

Joshua's teeth clamped down on the straw. Of all manners of company to find himself in — more so suggest to sit right beside him — it had to be one of Them.

...But it was really only a matter of time until he did. It came as somewhat of a reassurance, then, that he'd prepared himself for this kind of situation from the get-go.

"Mm. I suppose 'sightseeing' is the best word." The fingers on his free hand drummed over the empty space at his side. "Enriching my knowledge, through learning all the ways I could do better... or realizing all the ways I could do worse." As much as it irked him to disparage someone based on judgment other than his own, and as much as he despised everything the Higher Plane stood for, he had to put on the act for the sake of his objective, and the safety of his ward.

“So you’re offering to simulate a boyfriend experience to show me how my next should treat me... is that the gist of it?”

❝          s’  little  odd  that  yer  th’  one  seekin’  me  out.          ❞                he  tended  to    (on  the  best  and  worst  of  days)  avoid  the  other  producer  like  plague  noise.  even  passing  him  in  public  in  the  chance  that  they  were  to  come  across  each  other,  he’d  give  a  polite  nod  of  acknowledgement  but  not  approach  like  he  would  for  anyone  else.  abe  being  here  was....  odd.  honestly,  he  hadn’t  been  keeping  up  with  things  either  so  he  didn’t  know  if  there  was  some  sort  of  drama  going  on  or  elsewhere.