#fragmentbound

@fragmentbound sent ：58 from the nonverbal prompts frommm...your choice of any of my muses? Mayhaps? :0

@fragmentbound as : CRONA GORGON, SOUL EATER.

           akane owari laying on the floor was an awkward situation indeed ... one she has never been in. spars with nidai were quite rough, but this was the roughest one yet. thoughts were whirling, all she could ever tell herself was to GET UP while watching streams of crimson trickle down her nose. digits twitch softly, vision a bit blurred, but clear enough to make out the opposing meister's silhouette.

"Do you really think such a trivial riddle could make Furudo Erika waver? The whole question of how or where you would plant bombs on an island is a total NON-ISSUE. The fact of the matter is, at no point in your story did you even specify having an adequate amount of explosives. Let me guess, the remainder are just fireworks, aren't they? A tactless bluff from someone far too stupid to see they've been dismantled by their betters."

                     no grand shock or meltdown that one might typically expect from a culprit being called out, unlike what you may see in a popular video game franchise. rather, komaeda's shoulders merely slump. well, it only made sense that would be figured out. it isn't as if he thought himself to be some conniving genius. he knew better than to believe he could come up with a plot that was anything more than mediocre. at least it had fooled his classmates well enough at the time.

                     ‶  i guess i shouldn't be surprised you figured that out so quickly. i wouldn't say that i'm some criminal mastermind. i just did what i could with the supplies i had at the time.  ″ what he pulled off was extremely elaborate, but komaeda wasn't the kind of person to give himself so much credit. but this girl is somewhat starting to prove her detective prowess. sure, anyone could figure out that part, but what about the rest of it?

                ‶  hm...  ″  a  hum  escapes  the  aspiring  author’s  throat,  looking  over  the  other’s  expression  with  a  calm  curiosity.  although,  she  couldn’t  say  that  she  was  as  calm  internally  speaking-  more-so  she  was  keeping  face  to  not  unintentionally  spoil  any  part  of  her  mystery.  erika  was  a  very  observant  person,  but  sayo  had  quite  the  pokerface.

                it  was...  interesting,  having  someone  actually  read  her  works.  that  was  something  that  she’s  never  allowed  before.  they  were...  personal.  not  that  anyone  would  be  able  to  guess  that  upon  a  first,  second,  or  even  third  glance.  but  the  opportunity  to  share  her  love  of  mysteries  with  someone  equally  as  passionate,  if  not  more,  was  too  tempting.  and  the  secret  thrill  of  it  all...  exposing  her  innermost  thoughts  and  feelings  so  openly  and  yet  being  able  to  keep  them  so  hidden.

                it  was  a  little  terrifying.  a  little  exhilarating.  like  handing  someone  a  personal  diary  written  in  an  impossibly  difficult  code  to  decipher.  but  on  the  chance  they  did...

"'Ey! Long time no see, partner!"

You'd think with just how fast Olympia was, she'd bump into old friends more oft than not. But, jeez, it's been a hot minute since that fiasco with Infinite, hasn't it? Not that she ever had any doubts Violet would be doing okay. Far from it, in fact. So it was good to see the other again after so long.

Sure, it may be involving the blue blur lounging atop a badnik she just scrapped, but when has her life ever been free from danger?

How is she going to say this? How is she supposed to tell Rika just what she means to her? Rika is the person who cared for her when no-one else did. With Rika, every day is happy and bright, and the warmth Satoko feels by her side is something she wants to feel forever. Rika has always, always believed in her, and Satoko... Satoko...

“I...” she starts, but immediately hesitates, swallowing down a gulp and clasping her hands together in front of her. Even when she’d planned this, she had never figured out the words she was going to use. She’d thought it would just come naturally, but now, she has no idea what to say - how to express the depths of her feelings... ones that she’s only just recently figured out.

“Rika. You’ve... always been beside me, and...”  Her face is burning. “I know that we haven’t spent much time together lately, but... I’ve realized something. That is... well...”

How many times will she stammer over her words? For a brief moment, she almost gives up entirely. But then-

“Rika- I love you! More than anything else in the world!”

                 ‶  oh ,  surge !  are  you  feeling  alright ?  ″  the  doctor  bends  down  next  to  the  tenrec’s  body ,  which  lay  on  the  floor .  he  places  a  hand  on  her  head ,  brows  furrowing  in  a  false  concern  as  he  examines  her  face .

                 ‶  you  really  must  stop  overworking  yourself . . .  ″  a  sigh  is  let  out  shaking  his  head .  of  course ,  this  was  not  at  all  the  fault  of  surge  overdoing  it .  time  and  time  again  his  creation  gets  too  worked  up ---  and  time  and  time  again  he  must  put  her  to  sleep  and  calm  the  situation  down .