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NOTE: these items are what’s in my bag prior to my pop stardom :)! Descriptions from L - R are below.

01. the bag. of course you gotta see the bag~. I decided on not getting a pink one to deviate from my norm haha

02. wallet. full of all black and silver cards, as it should!

03. notebook. for notes, doodles, and so on. as a good student, i have separate notebooks for separate classes

04. small first aid kit. given that i'm training to be a first responder, and my experience prior to UA High, it just makes sense for me to be prepared, especially if i'm unable to use my Quirk to heal.

05. headphones. Maybe you could be on public transit with no headphones, but that's not me lol

06. handkerchief. listen...the summers in Japan are brutal. If I don't have this on hand then I'll be sweating like a pig on death row.

07. iPad + detachable keyboard. In case I need to do anything online, but honestly....its for the games.

08. phone. who doesn't have a phone these days? it's the 2100s! I could've gone with a smartphone, but I adore flip phones

09. pencil pouch. i dont think i need to describe this other than its full of cute stationary

10. textbooks. the many boring textbooks of my courses. you'd think hero lessons would be interesting, right? WRONG. Boring and dry as hell; I prefer the practical lessons by far.

11. UA ID. It's closed, but it has my UA ID -- it actually has both my old high school ID and my college one. I don't need the high school one anymore since I'm a 4th year (akin to a college freshman), but its the nostalgia

12. agency access card. This is actually a relatively new feature. Before, agencies would have separate key cards, but HC and some high-end Support Tech have created a kind of "one-for-all" access vcard -- its' code changes dependent on the Agency you're registered with, so there isn't a need for getting a new access card every time you're at a new agency. It also is an access card for the Hero Commission building.

13. hero license. my provisional license! they barely gave us five minutes after the examination to take the photos, so even though Shouta says I look fine, I say I look pretty frazzled

14. car keys. my beloved car~. we dont talk about the corners i've bumped or that one incident with a mailbox. I'm sorry Ms. Fukunagawa.

15. makeup. A girl needs to have a touch-up here and there! Also, sometimes I just get bored mid-day of my makeup, and change it up. Something about the public restrooms lighting makes it perfect forf applying the right eyeshadow

16. hero beeper. this is also a new thing, it's only been in the field for about five or so years! basically, it's an emergency beeper slash communicator slash GPS. it's one of the ways a Hero gets alerted of any active villain activitiy or emergencies where they're needed. They can also call for back-up, EMTs, or other emergency services, and send coordinates.

17. camera. Since my...time away from home when I was young, I got into the habit of capturing my journey.

18. umbrella. i hate the rain.

"Xehanort!" Metal fingers wrap around his wrist. Eraqus's voice is high and scared. He looks up, head heavy with his own armor. "We have to keep going. We have to get back before-." He nods and grasps Eraqus's arm. Just a bit further. They have to make it in time. They have to. He looks back, ready to offer a hand to Hermod, to Urd.

Two suits of armor are collapsed, just at the edge of his sight in the swirling dark. They look lifeless, empty, but he swears their hands twitch toward his. They should go back, they can still help. But Eraqus's fingers are tight around his arm, like a chain yanking him further away. They're dead already. They're already gone. They can still save the others.

Eraqus's hand is a burning shackle around his wrist. It tugs him forward, toward a distant speck of light. Eraqus refracts it, makes it burn against his skin. He tries to loosen his grip or to shift to a better position, but it only tightens further. His heart is racing as they claw their way forward. For Vor, for everyone, if they can just get back to Master Odin. The wind screams and Eraqus slams into him.

He's standing on the roof under a perfect blue sky. The sun shines so brightly off twin heads of white. One shivers, barely present. She's only one of many ghosts lurking at the corners of his vision. Gold light flares like sparks catching on tinder; chains only make Baldr hiss. Master Odin's voice is a pained bellow. "Xehanort, now!"

He's able to walk forward, to look him in the eyes. "I see myself...in you." The darkness roils off of him in sickening waves. He lifts his keyblade and in perfect form cuts his classmate down.

Lightning cracks across the sky. The stones go gray as the rain soaks them. The carvings are so sharp, so new. Empty eyes watch him, darkness trickling down their faces. Except for one. His chest is cracked open, the veins filled with light. "They'll never forget. He'll never stop seeing it." The white flowers, brought earlier today, are slowly turning red. He turns his face up to the clouds. He doesn't have to see to know the shade of red painted all over his hands.

He wants to scream until his voice breaks. He wants to dig up the earth until he finds the thing responsible for this and he can break it between his hands. He wants to stop hearing muffled sobbing through the walls and seeing ghosts. He wants to go back home to years and years ago when he could tuck himself under his mother's arm. He wants to fix it all, the broken and rotten system that calls itself order.

Someone comes up behind him, calls his name. He turns, keyblade in hand, and runs them through. Eraqus stares at him in horror and then his face twists with hate. "Murderer," he says through a mouthful of blood. And then he dissolves, as he always would have, into pure light. Xehanort lunges forward, tries to grab a piece; he needs it, he's lost it. He stretches out a hand-.

-and closes it over nothing. The sky is dark above him, the stars hidden by the dust storm quickly closing in. He uncurls his fingers, feeling time tick by.

"Destiny can be so cruel."

The soft clink of old metal grows louder as the winds pick up. Soon everything will be lost to sand and scouring wind. Xehanort casts one more look over the unnamed, but still marked graves. These rusted keyblades have stood for ages and will stand for ages more.

As if he needed more proof.

Don't worry, we're not always this silly, but hey, what's the point of RP if you can't have fun

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Have a doodle of thor and my oc herris,i am still so destroyed by thor but he and herris would probably have been rlly good friends