whether weāre wrong, whoās to say? itās now or never! a multimuse centered around rgg studioās like a dragon franchise, by reyes. follows back from @karezaru, so find my rules and such there. fighting crime with: echosdeath.
tiÄnyòu zhĆ o. 36-42 + gender apathetic, he/they.
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* fujiko amagi. 34-41 + ciswoman, she/her. fc: satomi ishihara.
survivor of tragedy and underworld intrigue, she is a jack-of-all-trades owner of afterglow, a bustling bar-restaurant that serves as a neutral ground for friends, allies, and information networks alike.
chizuru hase. 22-58 + ciswoman, she/her.
trapped in a torturous marriage within the tÅjÅ, she ended her husbandās life in secret, persevering against the clanās shockwaves by playing the part of the grieving widow. she now lives freely as the mama of velvet kiss and a follower of gyaru trends.
* reiya ikehara. 19-55 + gender apathetic, she/her.
childhood friend of the sunflower trio, hostess, and contract killer who dug her own grave in 2012, sheās reborn as a covert agent for an organization tied to the nation's political elite.
* nanase tsuji. 36-55 + transnb man, they/he.
a mysterious and ruthlessly efficient presence of unknown origins, rising through the tÅjÅ before reinventing themselves as āthe chameleonā, an informant disguised as a florist. for the right price, he can dig up just about anything.
yĆjÅ«n shÄn. 25-32 + nonbinary woman, she/they.
orphaned and raised in the yokohama liumang, sheās feared and revered in the underworld while also gaining fame online as the enigmatic rei tsukihoshi, balancing gang ties with a growing digital presence.
akie tsuchiya. 24-31 + ciswoman, she/her.
framed for the murder of her best friend who brushed against shadows too dark to survive, 5 years of her life is lost to a system bent by influence and falsified proof. sheās out at 24, focused not on exoneration, but on tearing down those responsible for her imprisonment and the death of someone who meant everything to her.
xuÄyÄ«ng, asami fuyutsuki, seungtae jo, shigure kisaragi, nao kiyose, ibara kuroyanagi, elena rojas, insu yeo........
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hana. 27-43 + ciswoman, she/her.
nair. 26-41 + ciswoman, she/her.
kazuya ayabe. 35-42 + gender apathetic, he/him.
daigo dÅjima. 30-49 + cisman, he/him.
makoto date. 41-61 + cisman, he/him.
mitsuru kuroiwa. 38-45 + cisman, he/him.
yoshitaka mine. 33-49 + cisman, he/him. with the release of kiwami 3, i wonāt be following the canon established there re: mine joining the daidoji + whatever else they decide to do with him from this point forward.
mikiko sadamoto. 37-41 + ciswoman, she/her.
taiga saejima. 45-61 + cisman, he/him.
saori shirosaki. 32-39 + ciswoman, she/her.
kazuki sÅma. 34+ + gender apathetic, he/him.
masayoshi tanimura. 29-45 + cisman, he/him. i use the original ps3 model thatās modeled after hiroki narimiya.
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as expected, sheās met with a deadpan stare. āĀ Ā are you having fun? Ā Ā āĀ Ā there's a groan she lets out as she places her hand on the counter. this is bad. this is definitely bad. āĀ Ā because it's not funny. this is so embarrassing. i feel like a kid. Ā Ā āĀ Ā she feels like someone she has never allowed herself to be. she shakes her head, firmer this time, like she's not trying to convince chizuru, but rather herself. the issue has never been yagami. really, she always seems to imagine the one thing she can never avoid: his eyes. there's usually a thoughtful look in them when she glances their way. they're soft at the center, melting a light around pupils as dark as the pitch - black tapestry above herā though still sharp with observation and weighty with experiences they share. they cleave her into halves, crush her into pieces. they make her want to do horrifically embarrassing things. things she thought she no longer wanted. but no, there's a deeper issue at hand, and that is exactly when chizuru changes the direction of their conversation. āĀ Ā you know why. i just ... Ā Ā āĀ Ā a pause as she looks down at her lap. āĀ Ā yagami, before anything, is someone i consider important to me. and i'm worried that i just can't be what's expected of me. Ā Ā āĀ Ā
she lets out a sigh. there's a look on the other's face, one she knows too well, but she can already feel her mind drifting. anyone who loves her is bound to have expectations. theyāll expect her to smile, want her to bare all that she is. theyāll expect her toĀ giveĀ all that she is, and theyāll get angry when what she isĀ is lacking.Ā she believes this without question. relationships are built onĀ giveĀ andĀ take.Ā if she isn't willing to give, theyāll call her greedy. if she isn't willing to take, theyāll call her heartless. if she tells them she canāt do either, that she doesn't want to, theyāll call her what she is, which is splintered, renderedĀ out of use.Ā it's not enough toĀ pretendĀ to enjoy itā not enough to half - heartedly give and never receive. she recalls the contempt of a ruined relationship: when she's left with overripe fruit and no way to savor them, no way to do anything but let them splatter on the ground. love, to her, is like that. it's what she's always believed, but when she sits here now, as she has a hundred times before, she imagines a world where he wouldn't expect so from her. yagami is kind, after all, a bright star shining across the water.
it makes her feel hopeless, dangerously so, to believe that he might not want any of these things from her. that, perhaps, he would be content with what she could offer. and then, it all comes crashing down as a wave of reality hits her. her head shakes again. āĀ Ā it's not possible. everyone expects something from everyone. everyone has something they want. ordinary things. natural things. to them, anyway. i think thatās good, too. i mean, if you donāt expectĀ anythingĀ at all, anyone would do for you, right? Ā Ā āĀ Ā a pause. āĀ Ā i don't want that to be the case. with him, i mean. it's too much to ask of anyone, really. Ā Ā āĀ Ā her gaze sears through her. she sinks into her seat to get out of speaking. but that never works. āĀ Ā could he be with me, then, if i were to say all of this? or rather, is this something i want him to deal with? is that not just unfair? Ā Ā āĀ Ā
as always, chizuru listens. observes. then hums, leaning forward with her cheek resting on a closed fist. āoh, baby...ā thereās a fondly exasperated look in her gaze. āi donāt think heās sittinā there expectinā you to be anything different than what you already are.ā she doesnāt think, but knows thisā- kaito and, surprisingly, higashi were here coaxing the man open some time ago with him in the same spot shams is sitting in currently, slowly, carefully, cornering him into honesty he didnāt trust himself to say outrightā- alcohol has its way of doing that, making people less guarded. spill their guts easier. and he was a terrible lightweight. āand i donāt think heās confused about it. thatās the part yer missinā. heās not lookinā for a different version of you. heās already dealinā with the one heās got. and from what iāve seen...ā she chuckles with private knowledge, particularly of the memory of his flushed look. his words. āheās not exactly sufferinā for it. and if he was, heās not complaininā in the slightest.ā
she extends her free hand to flick shams on the forehead. ābefore you keep overthinkinā yerself into knots, thoughā- no, iām not sayinā he doesnāt understand what heās doinā. heās annoyingly aware. like... painfully aware.ā the pads of her fingers then drift to her glass, drawing lazy circles along the rim. ājust selective. about what he lets himself act on. same habitā- or well, problemā- youāve got. different flavor. you both do this thing where you decide what the other person can handle. and then act like youāre beinā considerate by not testinā it. not givinā āem a chance to prove you wrong.ā a sigh. āexhaustinā.ā absently, she wonders what majima would think of this conversation if he were here. not that she would let him, much less the other two, have a say in anything, batshit crazy and ultimately unhelpful as they all are, but she knows the one-eyed foolād have a heart attack all the same. or a conniption. possibly both. most likely take the next train over and hunt yagami for sport. see if heās worthy of the girl he sees as his own blood. she can already picture it, like in 2005 with kiryÅ«; the edges of her glossy mouth twitch as she contains herself.
she glances at her phone beside her. maybe she shouldnāt divulge whatās transpiring next time they talk. ābut truth is, darlinā...ā chizuru takes another handful of kaki-pi. mid-chew, āyer both so used tābein the one holdinā things together that neither of ya knows what tādo when somebody looks at you and decides they wanna stay anyway. and god, yaāll make it everybody elseās problem without even meaninā to.ā another crunch of kaki-pi. āhe does that other thing you do, too. acts like if he keeps enough of himself tucked away, then nobodyāll end up disappointed when they finally realize heās just a person.ā she snorts, tilting her head opposite of her closed fist as it unfurls to vaguely gesture. āreal funny mindset for somebody who also spends half his life seeinā through everybody else.ā then, a small shrug. āand then thereās you, practically writinā rejection speeches for other people before they even open their mouths.ā she clicks her tongue. āheās not lookinā at you like somebody heās still decidinā whether he can handle. you were already there. like it was never up for debate.ā a pause. her shoulders loosen as she leans back into her seat. āiām not sayinā this whole thingās simple. people like you two donāt do simple. frankly, if life handed either of ya somethinā easy, youād probably stare at it suspiciously for however long before decidinā itās a trap.ā another snort. ābut yer askinā the wrong questions.ā
āāwould it be unfair?ā āwould he still want me?āā she tilts her head again. āhow ābout whether youād actually be happy?ā the question settles softer than the rest. and in that softness, chizuru eyes shams in the low amber-and-pink light of the bar, and sees, as she always does, the way she sinks and folds inward around tenderness, like itās lined with thornsā- something you donāt hold too long unless you're prepared to bleed for it. ābecause from where iām sittinā? he already looks at ya like somebody important too.ā she hums. āreal tragic pair, the two of ya. just circlinā the same thing over and over like itās gonna bite.ā then, warmerā- ālooks more like two idiots halfway tāeach other already, just arguinā about whether theyāre allowed tācall it what it is.ā
āare yāsure?ā she takes a bite of kaki-pi. because of matsugane, his clan, and yaekoās girl, sheās come to know yagami too. over twenty years, sheās watched him stumble, rebuild himself, and keep going anyway. much like she has with @echosdeath. āi mean, tÄbÅās quite the charmer... and not exactly subtle. neither are you.ā and if either of them had the courage to confront what was already obviousā- to themselves, let alone each otherā- it wouldāve saved themā- and everyone elseā- a lot of trouble. āitās kinda cute. embarrassinā, but cute.ā and if they had eyes, too, maybe it wouldnāt have taken this long. so much for perceptive types.
she exhales softly. taps her manicured nails on the table. āand the way ya talk about him...ā a laugh. āhonestly, iām startinā tāwonder which one of yaās actually foolinā themselves worse.ā her eyes crinkle deviously, pausing her tapping to point at shams. ālike yer face... it does this... thing whenever he comes up. yāknow? real annoyinā. makes it hard tātake ya seriously.ā when shams makes an expression opposite of what sheās describing and sinks her head onto the counter, chizuru smiles to herself. cards fingers through dark waves of her daughterās hair, listening to the barās music. [what about this dream again, i wonder? is there still love to be found? in the moment our hands touch, all the feelings iāve held back rise up...] āno, but really, listen.ā she often hears stories about other people in love, people falling out of it, or people simply talking about it, what with her bar attracting the hopeless romantics, hopeful fools and every cynic in-between. āya donāt survive what we survived without gettinā good at buryinā things.ā itās been years since sheās let herself call anything love. thatās what she thinks, at least. maybe if the fates were kind, her boys down in sÅtenboriā- and yasuko, too, if she were aliveā- would poke and prod at her the same way sheās doing with shams now. ...two outta three, anyway.
ābut feelings? they donāt stay buried just ācause we ask nicely.ā she gently forces shams to look back up at her, thumb and forefinger holding her by the chin. āthe world already takes enough from ya, sweetheart.ā donāt start takinā more from yerself too. āmaybe stop askinā permission from yerself before wantinā somethinā.ā she lets go, then immediately dons a teasing curl to her lips. āand if ya keep insistinā this is āoutta the questionā, lifeās usually the one that decides otherwise anyway.ā a pause, then, āi just donāt want ya pullinā away from somethinā kind right when itās finally here. yāknow?ā
for the better part of their meeting, arranged by sugiuraā- who akie wishes was here, before remembering again that he isnāt, that heās off with that lawyerā- well, private eye now, she supposesā- like he always is, like this is normal, like this, whatās happening here, isnātā- shouldnāt feel likeā- something like thisā- she gives the cold shoulder.
avoids eye contact, keeps her eyes on her hands. communication is supposed to happen here. something reciprocal. something that closes the distance instead of defining it. sheās still learning how to do that, how to answer, how to meet speech with speech, after years where silence became the only fluent thing she had, where it became easier than translation. thereās a point where the conversation should require her to respond. should catch up to her, arrive in time to be met, become something she can step into instead of fall behind.
it doesnāt. at least, until @echosdeath says, āitās not my fault, but itās my problem.ā
but itās my problem... akieās bitten-down nails worry at the skin around them, before pressing down into the soft, tender flesh, too hard, too far, until it hurt. pinpricks of blood well up on her thumb. shams, whoās been more-or-less enduring the lopsided exchange, reaches over to stop her, an attempt to calm akieās nerves, but her hands dart away and retreat into sugiuraās jacket insteadā- hers now, in the way things become hers when no one is actively using them anymore.
āi d-donāt...ā her voice comes out rough, scratchy, shaky. she hates how small it sounds. āi, um... d-donāt need you making it your problem.ā with skin-picking off the table, akie curls further into herself on the couch, and focuses elsewhere in sugiuraās apartment. āi donāt n-need that.ā she decides on his shelf, sparse except for a singular picture frame: him and his sister. emi terasawa looks back at her. she wishes she had a picture of shiori still.
all she has is the memory of her, her sunburst smile, her laugh; her dying, cooling, rotting body in shangri-la. āthatās notā- thatās not what this is s-supposed to b-be.ā
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letās pretend for the moment that youāre not entirely insane.
god, @echosdeath is ruthless. does she say this to all her business partners too? good afternoon, thanks for meeting with me. by the way, you seem mentally unstable! āānot entirely insaneā...ā akiyama repeats it back to her, visibly pouting harder as she plucks the magazine off his face. āsee, the ānot entirelyā part somehow makes it worse. if youād just called me insane outright, i couldāve worked with that. but this?ā he presses a hand to his chest. āthis feels targeted.ā
he glances over at hanaās desk for help, support, divine interventionā- anything, reallyā- only to find it abandoned. right... still out on that errand. not that she wouldāve helped him over shams anyway. sheād sooner watch him suffer than intervene. āyou really know how to make a man feel special, yāknow that, shams? youāre so mean to me. genuinely.ā he sinks further in his chair. sheās flitting through the mess of his desk, and arches her brow at him. he points to another pile next to her. ādo you enjoy watching me suffer? because i need you to know youāve wounded me. deeply.ā another dramatic hand-to-heart. āright here.ā he lets out a long, suffering sigh. āahh, iām devastated. completely devastated.ā