fire agate: if my muse is brave or cowardly

Kazuichi is extremely cowardly. He may act tough but his mask easily and quickly crumbles, especially when he’s under stress.

ammolite: how lucky or unlucky my use is

She’d have to make an entrance.

It was harder to go unnoticed, terribly tall, glinting golden, than as a sad, dark child, but she’d manage. She had plenty of practice! She’d follow him, sneak in behind him, ...and, wouldn’t you know it, she got lucky. 

It wasn’t a large bank. A hole in the wall, really, two employees, paint flaking in strips from the wooden facade, chains missing their pens. There were no security cameras. There were no guards. He walked in first, and she followed quietly behind him; she pulled out a gun.

“Don’t panic,” said Beatrice, “but don’t move. Listen to me, do as I say, and we’ll all be fine, and no one will be hurt. Look; I’ll even take a hostage.”

She braced a soft familiar hand against his head, and swung the gun around.

He’d cooperate, wouldn’t he...? It would be fine, right......?

His arms curled up around his knees, like a child, folding into himself to minimize his own presence. In the kitchen, the teapot hummed, but did not whistle. Kanon didn’t move from the couch, and he didn’t look at his companion, either.

“Shannon’s been hurt, and I have,” he said, “and I’m sure you and Nanami-sama have, as well. But no matter how many times you come back, or the people you’ve lost come back, ...that hurt doesn’t go away. That suffering, always stays with you... no matter what.”

When they met on the street, perhaps it had been luck: but after that, it was only inevitable that they would arrive here, rain battering the windows of Kanon’s apartment, together. 

“Do you understand?”

The beach...wasn’t something she had too fond of a memory of. Given she did in fact love every one of her friends, the events that took place weren’t exactly the best. They weren’t fun or enjoyable at all times like she was thought to believe about beaches.

Even still, she had decided to venture to the beach that the city had created in order to try and get a different feel for it.

Dressed in her swimsuit, she wore also a straw hat--even if she didn’t need it. She also wore sunglasses, glad they helped her see. Her bag was filled with games that could be played on the sand if needed, as well as some snacks--she had made plans with friends after all. Usami in her arms, she just looked around, feeling the sand in between her toes. It gave a sense of nostalgia--though this was different. Before it was all a program, a simulation, that was different here, right?

She had to hope.

Looking up, she smiled at Komaeda, of whom she had managed to drag with her. They were supposed to be with Kanon and Shannon as well, but the two had said they would meet them there. So for now, it was up to them to get settled as well as look out for their friends.

“This is...nice, isn’t it Komaeda-kun?”

“.......admittedly, I can’t really feel the severe heat, and I won’t be going in the water anyway, but...it’s still nice to spend some time here, don’t you think?”

Both parties have pestered and begged and almost flatout demanded to be introduced to each other, and here Hinata was, sighing to himself and in the middle of his fiance and his school... friend? Classmate? No that was wrong. Friend would be more suitable. At least in the city where Komaeda could forget what happened, or at least not harbor a grudge too loudly.

Sigma had barely met people Hinata knew. It wasn’t that he didn’t want him to, it wasn’t that, they’d just never had a chance. Some people he also didn’t feel close enough to to introduce,and some were flat out not here or had left. It was difficult.

Turning to Komaeda, he had his hand on the doorknob, wearily looking him over one last time. It felt like he was bringing someone home who he was going to get teased about having there, which admittedly, he might.

“Just... try to get along at least okay? I know I hadn’t introduced you until now but I... hope you like him I guess?”

He wasn’t that good with preparation or words. Opening the front door to the house, he slipped inside, kicking off his shoes and lining them up by the door.

“Sigma! Sigma we’re home!”

Nor would someone else, it seemed. An old friend, right?

She thought back over the last time Shannon and Komaeda had met, and she smiled.

“Hello again,” she said, blinking the sweat from her eyes. “Fancy seeing you here, Komaeda-san! Are you enjoying the beach?”

He who sat on a throne of skulls and laughed as the streets were dyed pink. He whose heart and soul were as splattered in stains as the suit he wore. He who came forward to lead when they were without a leader. Hinata Hajime.

And now he intended to lead his favorite pet, the dirt off his shoes, the worst of the worst, Komaeda Nagito. Upon seeing him, there was a glint in his red eyes, not fully knowing that Komaeda was not the one from his reality at all, but another entirely.

hopeasis

A hop to the left, then a skip to the right. The city was so much like her own--but quite dull! With everything that was happening, she expected to see so much more....despair. It was quite disappointing really!

Humming as she went, a misstep from a glitch caused her to fall over, though she simply got back up, dusting herself off and repeating the process. Skipping and spinning among some rubble, she didn’t actually care for where she was going, only that it brought her somewhere fun and entertaining. Maybe she’d orchestrate a game or two, one of life or death--that would definitely work in the state this city was in.

Continuing her spin down the street, she was getting a rhythm going before she glitched again, finding herself stumbling into someone else only seconds later. Reorienting herself, she looked up at who it was, squinting a bit to focus on who it was, before gears worked in her head to recognize the white puff of hair before her.

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