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[Alright, so looks like Mei had invited him over tonight for a sleepover. Truth be told, he wasn't too sure what he was even expecting. He had plans to train his Emboar, but looks like that had fallen through. Not like he could really say no to her either way, she was pretty... persistent.... when it came down to it.

More like squealing over the X-transceiver until he said yes.

Ah well, it would probably be fun. So, he had been walking over to her house, his Pokémon tucked safely inside of their Pokéballs for the time being. Yes he brought them along, they go everywhere he does.

Kyouhei goes up to her door now, just reaching out and ringing the doorbell.]

diplomaticimmunity

[Where on earth was Sakutaro?!

Oh. Here he is.

Maria might hear that pitter patter of lion feets across the ground as he ran into her room. He waved at her, that sleeve hanging loosely and moving back and forth as he did.]

Mariaaaa! Where'd you hide all the candy? Uryuu...! I want some!

divinacommedia

[There they were, sitting on the couch and watching the movie that Battler had put in for the two of them. Turns out it had started raining while Kotomi had been over, and they settled on watching something like this and just eating snacks together. Every so often Battler would glance over at her, able to mull over certain things as the movie continued to play....

Good thing this wasn't a scary movie, he had put in a comedy since Kotomi seems to like those kinds of things, after all.]

Ah! Here's my favorite part!

[And he reaches over to grab another chip from the bag, omnomnom.]

extrafancy

[Takako....

Takako.... that bitch, Misaki, she killed Takako. Akazawa was certain that this was her fault, that all of this was because Misaki had thrown away her responsibility of being the nonexistent, that she was responsible... she didn't want to blame Kouichi, she was certain that this calamity continued because a certain someone was in their classroom to begin with.

She just... needed to die, right? She just had to be killed and all this would go away.... right?

Akazawa ran through the halls, and soon she found a janitor's closet. She opened it up and rummaged around, searching for something useful... a pipe.... that might work. She reached out and grabbed it, the weight felt weird in her hands, but she felt a little more safe with this thing.]

extrafancy

[She stirred in her sleep, groaning and not wanting to have to deal with the light that was streaming through the window, brightening up the room. Akazawa tugged the covers up more, trying to shelter herself from the cold she felt (due to the fact that her clothes were thrown about the room). Slowly she opened her eyes, and she turned to look beside her....

....Oh right. She did that with Natsuno last night. The memories made her face flush- but she soon shook her head and got rid of such flustered thoughts. She sat up, and luckily she noticed her white school top had been tossed on the bedpost. She reached out and grabbed it- putting it on and butting it up halfway, covering most things at least.

She turned to the boy beside her, flicking his forehead.]

Wake up. [she was so tender and loving, right?]

selfished

She knew it was wrong. That this was wrong. That she had gone too far for once.

Kyouko was just sitting in her current hangout - a sheltered part of an alley where she had gathered an old matress to sleep on for the time being. She was sitting on one of the nearby garbage cans, but she looked.. almost idle. Completely unlike herself. Normally she would grin even if she was on her own, just push herself to have fun despite the loneliness she felt deep inside most of the time, but this was different. She couldn't bring it up anymore. The past few days had been the 'anniversary' of the day her father snapped and killed her family, and that thought made her unable to deal with anything. She didn't feel like even using the community, and luckily enough for her it decided to leave her alone in general for a few days. She hadn't even visited the arcade, she had just taken out all her pain and anger by fighting those witches.

But maybe.. it had been a little too much. A few too many fights, a few too little Grief Seeds, a little too dimmed Soul Gem. And even Kyouko realised that. Another fight with a witch soon might not even help this much, she probably wouldn't even have enough strength to take that witch down like this before her Soul Gem would give out.. and what would happen then? She had no idea, except that it would be something bad. Maybe she would just die.. ... hah, finally she would join her family then, right? And it wasn't like anyone would miss her, so..

The gloomy thoughts took over her mind once again, as the unopened package of chips lying in front of her was completely untouched.

hyahahacool

Amakusa had a plan.

It was a daring plan, but it was a plan nonetheless. It had been a few days since that time they had to show their love to the witches and overcome a trial. It had actually been.. really nice, just being around Ange and looking after her like he had before- but now he didn't have the weight of the witches to think about. They were gone, he had suspected maybe they checked up on them once in a while to see if he was becoming this beast again. He wouldn't do such a thing again, so he had to make sure this plan went off without a hitch.

"Lady," Amakusa called out to her as he came storming into the kitchen. It was a good thing Ange had shooed away all the other servants so it could just be them for a few days, maybe she didn't trust yet but- they had the whole mansion to themselves.

"I have a plan, and of course- since it's a plan thought up by me it's flawless."

hyahahacool

Amakusa and Ange had found themselves at the boathouse, and soon their journey would be over. By that, he was referring to what he was supposed to do once they arrived, but he wasn't about to go through with that mission. He was meant to be a traitor, he was meant to kill her once they arrived- and eve back in the fourth game he was the one who went through with such a thing. Was he just supposed to ensure she never lived past that day...? What a joke, what horrible furniture he was made out to be.

He was never good at following the rules though, he had fallen in love with his client- with someone he was meant to murder, and after that he would report back to the theater going witches. They liked seeing Ange suffer, so if they knew they had these feelings for one another, then that would only make things worse. They might even be pit against each other, forced to destroy the other.

As he mused to himself, he stared out at the waves of the ocean that still rose and fell near the shore he was standing at. It was a good feeling to be out here and not in there, if he was out here- it was like nothing else existed, that he wasn't meant to merely kill her. No, he wanted to stop thinking about that, and he wanted to tell her.

He wanted to tell her he was just furniture, that he was just a demonic servant- and then they would make that contract that was never fulfilled. A kiss that would contain so much more than just sealing the deal between master and familiar.

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Entries tagged with *rp

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