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“You hit things with the sharp side. That’s it.”

I help run a server called “Spirit Work SOS” for people who are new or struggling with the whole working with spirits thing. We’re also there for talking about related topics, like otherkin, witchcraft, magick, supernatural and paranormal experiences, etc.

We also have a high percentage of queer and trans members. This, as well as mental health, is also often discussed.  Currently has a public chat, and a member-only chat that people are given access to once a mod determines they’re a good fit (not a troll mostly). 18+. Boosting this or spreading it much appreciated!

"Oh please. Would you know 'worth' if it hit you over the head? I don't think so."

        Kisara  looked  at  herself  one  more  time  in  her  compact  mirror,  tugging  the  braid  she’d  pulled  her  hair  back  into  over  one  shoulder.  Pleased  that  she  looked  presentable  enough,  she  put  the  mirror  back  in  her  purse  and  waited  patiently  for  the  too-chipper  secretary  to  admit  her  into  Kaiba  Seto’s  office.  About  thirty  minutes  passed  with  Kisara  flipping  through  magazines  and  trying  not  to  let  her  nerves  get  the  best  of  her,  before  the  secretary  finally  announced  he’d  see  her.  

        With  a  deep  breath,  Kisara  opened  the  door  and  shut  it  quietly  behind  her  before  turning  to  the  CEO.  ❝Good  afternoon,  Kaiba-san.  My  name  is  Hirokawa  Kisara.  It’s  a  pleasure  to  finally  meet  you.❞  She  punctuated  this  statement  with  a  bow,  hair  falling  into  her  eyes  as  she  did  so.

                        She     almost     asks     if     he’s     speaking     from     experience     –     almost.     Fortunately     for     Anzu,     she     doesn’t     have     the     lack     of     verbal     valve     that     Jonouchi     was     cursed     with,     and     she     manages     to     bite     her     tongue     just     in     time.     Though,     is     that     truly     a     good     thing?     She’s     never     been     one     to     keep     quiet     about     her     thoughts,     always     speaking     her     mind,     frankly     and     transparently     –     it     seems     everything     they’ve     lived     has     made     her     way     too     good     at     concealing     her     true     feelings,     which     is     something     she     cannot     say     she’s     proud     of.    

                     The     truth     of     the     matter     is,     however,     that     she     doesn’t     want     to     ruin     the     moment,     this     bizarre,     strangely     quiet     moment     they’ve     built     between     each     other     right     now,     sitting     across     from     each     other     and     drinking     coffee     –     she     misses     tea     a     bit,     North     American     tea     is     absolutely     not     passable,     and     she     realizes     she’s     slowly     building     a     certain     dependence     to     coffee     that’s     not     healthy.     Less     sleep,     more     hours     to     practice     and     work     and     pay     for     her     tiny     room     in     Brooklyn.     Oh,     but     she     won’t     mention     where     she’s     staying     to     Seto     Kaiba     of     all     people,     because     she     knows     she     will     receive     a     mocking     scoff     in     retort.     And     she’s     really,     really     trying     not     to     ruin     this     moment.

                              For     some     reason,     they     end     up     talking     about     their     shared     past     –     the     games,     Duelist     Kingdom,     Battle     City.     Mostly,     she     brings     it     up;     he     follows     with     replies     here     and     there.     He     doesn’t     mention     Death     T,     and     by     now,     she’s     grown     used     to     the     idea     that          he     will     never     acknowledge     what     he’s     done     –     fine,     let     it     be     like     that.     She’s     older     now;     she     can     understand     he     has     his     own     demons     to     battle   with.     But     the     thing     is,     his     words     make     her     raise     her     gaze     from     her     painted     mug     of     coffee,     eyes     will     connect     with     his’,     try     to     find     a     slight     hint     of     anything     in     them     –     as     always,     nothing.     But     he     still     said     it,     he     still     showed     something     akin     to     understanding     of     what     she’s     talking     about.     That’s     worth     something,     at     least.

“Ah, fine. But I suppose that makes sense… And I assume only you can summon her?” A short huff. “You really are full of tricks.”

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