#therighteous

@therighteous​.​

ALICE’S KIND IS ALWAYS SO PREDICTABLE,  like watching mice scurry through mazes for cheese. One would think a place as unique as they claimed Wonderland to be would draw forth less expected behavior from the outsiders who fell into it, but they all cycle through the same  :  confusion, violence, fear, baseless courage  ...  He fixes this one with a cold stare, analyzing him, in an attempt to place him into which persona he will embody. This one seems so well put together, doesn’t he?

☛ You should have paid closer attention to the Cheshire’s riddles. ☚  Darkness incarnate, the shade from the trees seem to become straight shadow in his presence. Whatever sun had been left in the sky moments prior promptly DIES ‘neath the Jabberwocky’s path  --  which just so happens to converge with this outsider’s. How unlucky, truly.  ☛ The direction you are heading is straight to the domain of those who wish to take your head. Perhaps the marshes themselves wish for it, then. ☚

   if the chief found out the reason he was coming to work injured was this , he was sure that he would be scolded more than he would like to be. The city at night was dangerous for anyone , but when one got roped into betting and fighting and being used as an entertainment purpose , it was hard to get out of it. He flattened the guy obviously. The blood on his nose and shirt ;; all over him said so. 

     he has the money he was handed on the way out crumped into his hand. No one would rob him , they wouldn’t be smart if they did. Finally , he stands , there’s a limp to his walk , he looks like hell. But there were people patting him on the back and being proud of him as he walked his way out of the otherwise abandoned building. What he doesn’t expect is to see a seemingly familiar face on his journey back home. 

target acquired...

her gaze is nothing short of intense as she peeks around the shelf she’s hiding behind. normally, she’s pretty good at sneaking around and remaining unspotted, but this is enemy territory. surrounded by books on all sides, the library has never been a place of comfort for her, and she’s never had much reason to linger here. more often than not, she’ll come here to find a game in hope’s peak’s vast collection, rent it, and then leave. this is the domain of the studious, and she feels as though she’s trespassing.

and speaking of the studious... that boy right there. that has to be him, right? the ultimate academic. a king in his court, even if he’s entirely unassuming in the way he lounges in his chair. chiaki’s never spoken with him, has never done more than glance his way perhaps while passing him in the hallway. that makes today’s mission even more nerve-wracking.

the more time she wastes on this, the harder it’ll be. so she takes a deep breath, steadying herself, and steps out from behind her cover.

“And we know that God works together all things for good to those loving God, to those being called according to His purpose.” Romans 8:28 Brothers and sisters, have you ever wondered why it seems that good people often suffer while the wicked seem to thrive? In times of hardship, it can be easy to question God’s plan and purpose for our lives. But let us be reminded of the words in Romans 8:28…

              &. 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

@therighteous​ asked:  “  Do  you  believe  in  ghosts?  ”  (  to  A  )

The  inquiry  seems  out  of  place  considering  its  sender’s  personality  thus  far  (  not  a  superstitious  person  by  any  means,  not  usually  ),  and  momentarily  A  ponders  on  whether  this  is  meant  to  be  a  hint,  a  similar  mockery  to  Kira’s  first  known  message  (  “Did  you  know  Shinigami  love  apples?”  ).  Voids  turn  to  examine  the  presumed  criminal,  however  there  is  no  noteworthy  change  to  speak  of  (  in  expression  /  in  the  eyes  /  in  his  body  language  ),  and  therefore  A  deems  the  conversation  harmless  enough  to  grace  it  with  a  response.

Unlike  his  predecessor,  the  first  letter  holds  a  deep-rooted  belief  that  each  possibility  must  be  taken  into  consideration  from  the  get-go,  regardless  of  its  ridiculousness  or  improbability  (  as  long  as  there  is  a  chance  at  all,  no  matter  how  low,  the  odds  could  always  tilt  in  its  favor  -  ghosts  &  the  supernatural  representing  no  exception  to  this  unwritten  law  ).   ❛   ...I  don’t  negate  their  existence.  If  I  cannot  prove  that  they  exist  nor  prove  that  they  don’t  exist,  I  shall  take  their  existence  into  consideration  during  the  cases  that  require  it.   ❜ 

Although  he  could  continue,  could  mention  that  he  has  been  met  with  far  stranger  people  and  circumstances  than  mere  ghosts  (  eyes  that  could  presumably  read  lifespans  -  at  least  if  he  were  to  trust  B’s  words,  and  he  always  has  -,  his  own  life  inexplicably  rekindled  despite  his  recollection  of  having  danced  with  death,  the  rumours  he  has  recently  heard  from  the  task  force  concerning  Shinigami;  to  name  a  few  amidst  the  many  ),  A  opts  to  quiet  &  retain  this  information  for  himself;  prefers  to  avoid  granting  a  serial  killer  access  to  data  that  could  shape  him  into  a  truly  viable  threat  in  Kira’s  eyes.  The  more  Light  Yagami  looks  down  on  his  performance,  the  higher  the  chances  of  successfully  solving  this  case  with  minimal  losses,  with  his  own  life  left  intact.   ❛   Do  you  believe  in  ghosts,  Light-kun...  ?   ❜   Do  you  think  of  them  as  inane,  or  should  I  act  as  though  L’s  spirit  is  aiding  me  in  this  investigation?

                              RP sentence starters - 5 w’s.

@therighteous​ asked:  “  Why  are  you  up  so  late?  “  (  to  A!  )

The  blue  light  emerging  from  the  computer  screens  represents  the  sole  source  of  illumination  in  the  room  at  this  hour  of  the  night  (  although  A  supposes  it  is  rather  bright,  when  compared  to  the  utter  darkness  of  the  detectives’  dormitories  )  and  once  the  doorknob  turns  (  because  of  the  brightness,  perhaps?  ),  weary  hues  gaze  in  the  culprit’s  direction  &  he  awaits  the  question  that  he  is  certain  will  follow  (  or  at  least  should  follow,  if  his  evaluations  of  the  other’s  personality  were  correct  ).

Shoulders  relax  once  the  conversation  ensues  according  to  his  beliefs,  and  A  opts  towards  momentarily  halting  his  research  (  as  much  as  that  may  contradict  his  subsequent  statements  ),  the  fingers  previously  pressing  on  his  keyboard  now  reaching  for  the  almost  forgotten  cup  of  bitter  coffee  resting  amidst  the  documents  scattered  across  his  desk,  &  him,  answering  composedly.   ❛   ...There  isn’t  enough  time  in  the  world  to  solve  all  of  the  cases  that  require  my  attention,  so  I  have  learned  to  function  on  less  hours  of  sleep  than  the  average  population,   ❜   A  candid  answer,  one  of  the  scarce  circumstances  in  which  he  doubts  honesty  could  bring  him  any  harm  (  there  isn’t  much  that  Light  could  do  with  this  information,  that  A  wouldn’t  already  expect  ).

As  silence  ensues,  A  purposefully  glances  at  his  suspect  &  maintains  the  eye  contact  thorough  the  following  inquiries  (  there  is  a  possibility,  never  zero,  that  Light  may  have  simply  been  the  victim  of  a  mild  manifestation  of  insomnia,  that  he  may  have  accidentally  woken  up  and  became  curious  about  the  illuminated  room  and  its  inhabitant;  but  there  is  something  A  cannot  quite  place  that  prompts  him  to  discard  the  aforementioned  conclusions  &  think  further  about  the  alternatives  ).   ❛   I  believe  you  are  different,  though...  A  model  student  such  as  yourself  must  have  been  subjected  to  a  fairly  strict  sleep  schedule,  yes...  ?  Habits  tend  to  persist  even  as  we  become  older,  so  is  there  something  keeping  you  awake  tonight,  Light-san  ?   ❜ 

The  mug  is  thus  raised  to  his  lips  &  he  takes  a  sip,  not  a  single  change  in  expression  in  spite  of  the  caffeinated  acidity  now  gracing  his  tongue.  However,  eye  contact  is  broken  as  he  lazily  stretches  to  press  the  mug  back  onto  its  rightful  place,  and  nonchalantly,  he  verbally  nudges  the  other  (  not  entirely  out  of  confidence  that  Light  may  slip  if  prodded  long  enough,  but  rather  out  of  a  sense  of  fairness  ---  a  mass-murderer  ought  to  feel  the  pressure  of  his  actions’  consequences  ).   ❛   ...Are  you  worried  that  your  identity  as  Kira  may  be  unveiled  by  the  time  you  wake  up  ?   ❜