#sourceofsin

I mean, sure, he’s who knows where, fucktons of miles away from from his home and friends. He’s worried shitless about the people he’s left behind-- Akutagawa’s going to work himself to the bone, Kouyou’s going to be so pissed, he hopes Mori doesn’t send any of his men out on dangerous missions while he’s gone-- but for a long, long time (since the moment he made first contact with the Port Mafia) there’s always been this annoying pain that comes and goes and... It’s finally gone. Dazai Osamu is finally gone. 

No more triple checking his wine before he drinks it (because Dazai has no respect). No more false compliments about his shoes (because Dazai has just plain bad taste). No more finding the failed results of suicide attempts (because Dazai is Dazai).

With those sorts of thoughts, Chuuya stretches out, and lifts his cup to his lips. He takes a sip. Maybe, just maybe, he might miss that bandage maniac. Just the slightest part of him. It was Dazai who’d introduced him to the Port Mafia, and because of that Chuuya had found out what he was and had found his home. He owes Dazai for that, he thinks, and there’s the smallest pang in his chest that appears in his chest. If he were thinking of anyone else, he’d think it might even be sadness, but it was not, and so--

“Bleh. Must be indigestion,” he huffs, blowing on the dark bitter liquid in front of him. Coffee was not his favourite drink, he was tired from exploring Koi all of the night before so he had gone for something new today.

He takes another sip. Lets out a strangled cough. Spits it out.

“What the fuck? It’s curdled. It was fine just before...”

And thus begins the start of ‘Chuuya Nakahara and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day’. 

after thirty minutes of his stylist making sure his hair looked elegantly disheveled and another thirty spent on cosmetics, they graced him with a decently timed break while they prepared his wardrobe; with his wings, it always took longer than usual, since the clothes they chose for him had to be fitted perfectly. while he usually never knew what to do with himself during these breaks, today was an exception; having been told he would be sharing this photoshoot with someone else gave him an opportunity to spend his time wisely.

while it was a decently sized studio, it hadn't taken him long to find his partner for the day; gold hues briefly surveyed the stranger— they were taller. . . a bit lanky, but that was expected. while modeling and heroism were both positions where acting was a necessity, it definitely wouldn’t hurt to get to know the other a bit more prior to the shoot; if anything, if they got along, it would make everyone’s lives here easier. hawks knew he wasn’t the easiest person to work with, but he certainly didn’t want to make things harder on anyone. jovially, he approached the stranger with a small wave and an amicable grin.

" hey !  i haven't done one of these with someone else in a long time; it's a nice change in pace, really. . . i'm kind of relieved everyone won't be focused on me today. " sheepishly rubbing at the back of his neck, he perks back up once he continues speaking.

“ you can call me hawks, by the way! i figured we’d get to know each other a little bit, so our chemistry together doesn’t look too forced. “

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Grey eyes impassively scanning the trickle of the crowd in the casino, conversations that waft all around him mask the sound of ice softly clinking against the glass as he toys with his drink. Amber liquid lazily swirls in its container before the owner finally takes a small sip. He’s struck a goldmine at the roulette not too long ago and he’s thinking of burning all of that startling luck for a few rounds of card games after he finishes his second drink at the bar.

Somewhere on his right, there are a few people dressed in black suits, stances taut in alertness. With a single glance, something in his mind whispers warnings to him of concealed firearms and he stops looking at their direction save for occasional looks at the corner of his eye. He probably should leave this place, but for a reason he fails to explain, he finds himself savoring the taste of his beverage even more as if it’s not something he should be worried about. 

It is odd that he finds bits and pieces of himself in places that he didn’t expect. Who was he before he was thrown here? To think that the possibility of danger would bring comfort to him, like an old friend dropping by for a visit when all he sees in the mirror was the image of a banker at most. 

     Cappuccino Apartments, her new home, for now. Eve wasn’t sure she liked it; not that it was a horrid place, but she was rather eager to return home home. She couldn’t imagine finding solace in returning to this place to recharge, not the same way she’d found solace in going back to her—

     ...whatever.

     But the unfortunate reality forced her to stay here. There was nothing to do but adjust to learn to live in this place, in this strange city, so deeply foreign to her. The unidentifiable signals from all the technology unsettled her so. The last time she had been this overwhelmed by things she couldn’t place was—

     No, stop. Stop thinking about the world you know. That’s just making it worse.

     The least she could do while she was here was find a way to help the citizens, she thought. Surely there must be some poor common person in need of her help. She found herself horribly displaced, unable to think of a reason beyond returning to her allies that she wanted to go home, even though she could have sworn there was something else, but her code is flawless, there could be no error, no lapse in memory. she had to find some person.

     She was simply going to go poke around for information herself, but a certain person, sitting at the bar of the Cappuccino building, caught her eye. His life signal was that of an ordinary human, but his attire...it suggested a detective profession, and his arms, what little she could see of them... appeared to be covered in bandages. That person, perhaps he knew something; being in-the-know was part of a detective’s job description, after all. Of course, it could just be some strange fashion; in which case, she would be locking herself into a potentially pointless conversation for who knows how long.

     She changed her unusually haphazardly plotted course from towards the door to towards the bar, approaching him with a business-like air. She had already lowered herself to asking townsfolk for information once; she couldn’t have any issue doing it again

     “...Excuse me,” she tried to introduce herself, tapping him on the shoulder. Her voice had a stiff, awkward tone. “May I sit with you? I would like to speak with you.”

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“ a gift… for me!? ” though wrapped messily, he took care in unwrapping it while listening to the other’s request.

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Walking around Koi left Nathaniel with a lot of time to think. Being here and not in Yokohama had be jarring at first, and even as he began to grow accustomed to this place, it still felt surreal. He had seen many different people and beings, none of which were anyone he recognized and which only added to the strangeness of the situation. He briefly wondered if there were any other ability users in this place, and if there were, what sort of organization they belonged to.

As he walked, he soon took notice of a man approaching him. He did not look like anyone he knew, though something about him made Nathaniel slow his pace before stopping altogether.