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[???]
Woah... where'd we end up?
[???]
You're the one that opened the portal...
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//Starter post for @dinosaurthecaliforniagirlanon!
*A portal opens, and a small child comes out of it, as well as a few others...
[???]
Woah... where'd we end up?
[???]
You're the one that opened the portal...

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Vanitas couldn’t help but give a little smirk as he read the ad. Was someone really that desperate in order to beg like that in such public viewing?
Apparently so, because he was reading it right before his eyes.
Then again, it was interesting him, this person seemed...funny. Whether in a good way or not, he wasn’t quiet sure as of yet, but a definite funny vibe was there somewhere between the words.
Also, who was he to call others desperate, when he was the one reading the damn ad?
Glancing down at the number on the page, Vanitas picked up his phone. Would he do it?
A few finger taps later, he got his question.
He would.
@machtnyx ll continued !
Nyx’s brows furrowed and arms crossed over his chest. He and Ignis had spoken and interacted on a fair few occasions in the past, but due to the nature of their own positions, it didn’t happen all that often. Ignis was trusted with keeping the prince safe and helping with strategies for war and political business. Nyx was merely a soldier, however acclaimed he may be.
So why was he here, at the bar that was a frequent hot spot for Glaive members to go to wind down. Nyx had a few more shots than he usually did, so he was more drunk than usual, and more bloodied than usual. He had gotten into a fight with another Glaive, something about him being an immigrant, some pathetic orphan of war that the king pitied enough to drag into his army.
“Well, then fucking do something about it.”
He spat onto the floor, mostly blood, before slamming back another shot.
GRABS HIM BY THE EAR AND DRAGS HIM OFF.
------ if only. Ignis can easily carry even a flailing crowned prince, but Nyx is neither --- well. Not as much of a brat, && certainly not as gangly or uncoordinated ; drunk as he may be. One prays for calm on their inhale, exhales frustration through their nose.
' If it is a fight you seek, I will give you one -- ’ tack, muted, of glass to wood as it is snatched out of another’s hand && set back upon the bar, ‘ -- but not publically, && not as foolishly risky as this is. '
‘ --- come, ’ Quiet in his request. Seagreen finds Nyx’s eyes over the metal of his glasses && the rage in that flushed expression. Far be it from him to patronize this man -- Nyx has his respect, moreso than most, && whatever has him in need of this outlet, does not deserve this weakness. Drinking && fighting can most certainly solve things, but perhaps not the slights that have been handed out so ignorantly this day. ( they are hardly a secret, the Kingsglaive as cruel to itself as any group of individuals once granted high positions && allowed their variety of raging egos )
‘ --- do me the favour. Please. ’
@sachida ll continued !
Eyebrows furrowing, Sarada resisted the urge to talk back to the man, her left hand twitching at the way he had adressed her. Oh, if it weren’t for her manners—
“Sounds like my mother you’re speaking of. Uchiha Sakura?” Now she couldn’t resist to play that card, making him aware of who this ‘tiny’ was he found himself dealing with.
“I can gladly lead you to her but first I’d like to know what exactly you want from her. She’s a busy woman, you understand.”
aww, lookat this lill shit. 12 years old && already convinced her name will get her anything other than shit. ( familiar. family fuckin’ trait, innit. )
‘ unless you got more pinkettes struttin’ about, yeah.
OBVIOUSLY --- she’s gonna be busy with me. ’
an ID slid from its pocket, handed to straight shoulders-tossed hair-too big an ego for the mouth it sports. aaahh, hell. does nobody do any proper raising aroun’ here ?
‘ i’m gonna be collaborating with her on the coming Chuunin Exams, you little shit.
‘ best if you save the big talk for when your personality takes up more space than your ego. ’
awww, it’s a just a lill genin. ... still. Stone genin are taught early on not to mouth off to the wrong people, && not for no reason -- to nurture their goddamn arogance only if they can fend off the trouble it’ll cause. --- that, && he just hates this kind of misplaced showiness. ( no, for real -- the name blahblah, but if he took her up on so fragile a challenge, what would be left of this little girl ? her attitude is goddamned stupid, is what it is. )
OH WELL
not like he, uhh, cares or anything. nope.
@suverbia
“Sure, cutie.” A wicked grin as he summons forth Alo, the massive shark
floats around them, sleepy & confused. “This is Alo—Alo! Say hello to the
nice man.” To which Alo boops Deidara’s cheek with his rough snoot.
One --- what the FUCK.
Two : --- large. Rough. A mostly uninterrupted shape that quickly proves itself to be a -
Yep. A shark. Fucker hadn’t been kidding.
‘ --- how the fuck is it breathing, yeah ? ’

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@veritasinsomnis ll continued !
“It’s not that big of a deal,” It wasn’t like they hadn’t slept half on top of each other in a cramped tent off and on– or the prince hadn’t DEMANDED company in his bed before. Always chaste, always with sighs of annoyance.
He was sleepily rubbing his eyes, dropped heavy boots onto the floor. The damned heavy eyelids were setting in. He probably wouldn’t even make it until Prompto and Gladio got back with food. Whatever, he could eat later.
Hypersomnia made for a poor defense when one had to live in a constant state of running-for-his-life.
Too tired to do much more than strip down to his T-shirt, jacket tossed over the back of a chair, the prince curled onto his side, a few soft noises of discontent leaving him as he tried to settle in. A proper bed for a change, even in a cramped hotel room was… wonderful.
Absently, he rubbed at his temple, trying to ignore the nagging voice of what he now knew to be an Astral. It was nearby, probably. Very annoying.
“Iggy, come keep me warm,” He complained– though really it was just a call for comfort.
‘ Yes, your Highness ... ’
Although the mockery is kept quiet, below the reach of ears halfway ( or moreso ) elsewhere. Boots are set neatly aside, clothes left on hangers to air out during the night. A light tsk preludes the same treatment, when it befalls Noctis’ garments. Whisperquiet && lacking all the uncertainty a tucked away part of himself wishes to screech into one’s skull --- feet pad across a garish carpet ( a softer tk of metal to wood ) to let Ignis crawl into bed beside his prince. ( beside his duty )
An urge to pat that hair, or attempt comfort in a squeeze of another’s shoulder -- awkward, unfulfilled. The intention never reaches, doesn’t so much as twitch a set of fingers.
‘ May you rest well, Noctis. ’
koredesaigoda “What makes you think you’re in control?”
Obstinate, as always. “That would be quite difficult, don’t you think? Considering we’re supposed to be working together.” Goodness knew what would happen when they begin their journey. Itachi predicted many more (potentially explosive) arguments ahead. “Keep your temper in check, Deidara.” //helloooo!! It’s been awhile! I hope you’re well o/
‘ Hey, UCHIHA. ’
Low, yet raised just ABOVE the timbre of RAGE. Deidara has little energy --- little passion for getting into a tiff with Itachi. It’s a waste of - himself.
Itachi isn’t worth tryin’ t’get through to.
[ It only took him a fuckin’ wasted age to figure that out, but cryin’ over spilt milk && all that ... ]
Both hands tucked into pockets, stance near lazy in its nonchalance ; another method to keep aforementioned temper where he wants it -- but only, ONLY for his own reasons. Fuck this guy && every other fucktard who demands respect without deserving it, without considering the fact they do shit that earns them DISRESPECT. SCUM OF THE EARTH && while some words may need dr i p from lips pressed thin, it will be as few && as uninvested as managable.
‘ How about you use that genius of yours && consider this :
‘ ------- when you’re less of a belittling ASSHOLE in my direction, my temper wouldn’t react as much.
‘ Strange thing, that --- people && their BOUNDARIES. ’
FUCKIN’ WISE-ASS.
‘ You’re not getting shit that you haven’t earned.
‘ If you give a fuck about that, you can shove it straight up your ass with every other stick you shoulda been beaten with. ’
Deidara is far passed DONE trying to find equal ground with this bastard. Equals, friendly. WHATEVER, fuckit.
All this time he’d felt less than this prodical genius -- wanted to connect with someone who ought to k n o w ; ached && bled at the constant, BLIND rejection faced. But it was && IS the other way around --- Itachi isn’t worth the seconds in his day.
Fucking DISAPPOINTMENT.