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Luca going on Hiatus.

Hey All!

Due to personal reasons, I’m putting Luca on hiatus.

If you still want to write with me, I’m writing an AU version of Chihiro Fujisaki from Danganronpa 1 over at https://paradoxfujisaki.tumblr.com/

Due to low activity I’m also purging my current threads unless someone approaches me with the desire to continue them at a later time.

I’ll return to Luca sometime, but today is not that day. I still have plenty of muse for him and plenty of things I’d like to do with him, I’m just not feeling him right this second.

-- Jennikku

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(( Too cold to write right now but pls feel free to send stuff in! I’ll write responses when I get back. ))

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What would your OC get cancelled for?

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“I will pay you to let me clean your house.”

Luca then holds up an incense burner.

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Please bug me if I haven’t done your replies in a while.

Otherwise, like this for a one-sentence starter!

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(( Sorry about the sudden abscence! I will return to threads shortly. I’m considering opening another blog as well to demo another character too.

I swear I’m having fun as Luca, I just haven’t had the time nor energy to do anything.

I apologize for the delays, I wish everyone well on their writing journeys!))

-- Jen

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hopeoverdespair​:

Nagito listened attentively as Luca explained the situation. All the pieces of the scene that he’d just seen were fitting together and it was forming a picture that was just as wonderfully hopeful as he’d thought it was going to be. That woman was, in fact, a ghost, and not only that but she had been murdered.

He’d seen murder used as a stepping stone for hope first hand in the past but this was something else. Who would’ve thought it could be the victim’s hope that ended up shining the most brightly and it was all thanks to this boy’s amazing ability.

The look on his face as he listened was difficult to pin down. He was smiling but it was�� wrong. His breathing had gone ragged too. It was like he was so excited by what Luca was saying that he couldn’t handle it.

“I knew you were talented. Imagine the despair she must have felt, having her life taken by the man she married. A despair that deep… the hope that springs from overcoming it would have to be especially bright!” He was practically drooling at this point, imagining this apparent ‘hope’ he was describing.

“And you must do this all the time. I can’t even imagine how much hope you’ve created already.”

This guy didn’t really make a lot of sense, did he? Literally nothing he was saying was a normal response to any of this. One thing was for sure, he sure used the word ‘hope’ a lot.

His face fell at that last thing Luca said though and he suddenly felt rather conflicted. On the one hand, he didn’t want to question this talented boy who may very well qualify as an ‘ultimate’ and obviously knew more about this than he did, but on the other, not telling people about all this hope was…

“A secret… Hm.” Nagito put a hand to his chin, looking deep in thought for a moment. He remembered the way the ghost had fled when she had seen him. “I suppose we don’t want anyone interfering with your important work… Ok! If that’s what the seerchild needs, I’ll make sure no one finds out about this!” Why did he make that sound like some sort of mission?

He didn’t like the way that he was saying those things.

“I mean... I guess I have helped a lot of people.” he said. He’d lost count of exactly how many he’d tried to go after since he first got into this seerchild business, but these seances weren’t all hope and rainbows like he was thinking. It was dangerous work.

Sure, it wasn’t... wrong, what he was saying, but, Luca couldn’t help but feel a little weirded out. Something about the way he said that, that almost obsessive look in his eyes really gave him the creeps. Given where they were he wasn’t really in a position to do much about it, he was sort of blocking the only way out. 

Luca tried to keep himself from scrunching his nose and nodded. “Thank you...” he said in response to him agreeing to keep his secret. At least he would be quiet about this, hopefully. He didn’t really want to bring up to Nagito that his little intrusion may lead to her not coming back.

At this point his heart lurched a bit as he pieced the implication of what Nagito was saying together. Oh, he was really was sort of hoping Nagito wouldn’t want to stick around. The last thing he needed was this weirdo following him around.

“Yes, it... it is important.” he said. “It... I see it as my duty, really.” he went on. “...’cause, it... if I don’t, nobody will. I’ve only met two other seerchildren and...” he started.

“Neither of them do what I do.” he explained.

This conversation was beginning to make him uncomfortable. The wheels in his head began to turn as he tried to formulate a way to slip past Nagito without necessarily ‘bothering’ him. 

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someflareoutwithlove​:

Damien nodded “that makes two of us, kid” he said “it-it’s cold- and and- wet- and it gets everywhere.” Sure- he was used to it. Sure- he knew how to keep himself warm. But that didn’t change how he felt. Not to mention- he was already always cold. Winter was just an extra FUCK YOU to him. 

“I would- I would rather just- be on a beach. In the sun, than have to stop through a foot of snow.” 

“H-heat gets to me pretty badly too. Either way, it’s pretty bad, but, yeah, I’d take the hot sun over cold air any day.” he agreed. “At least that way I’d never have to worry about slipping unless it rained.” he went on.

“Plus, if it’s always hot outside, then it’s always the right weather for ice cream.” he added, somewhat uncharacteristically optimistic, as he found himself suddenly finding himself craving a scoop on a cone.

Luca hated the cold for... other reasons, too, but Damien didn’t have to know about that. He seemed well concerned enough about him as it was, no need to perpetuate any fears; as much as he did want to complain about that in particular.

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pushspacetocontinue​:

Russell once again became quiet, not wanting to risk overwhelming the young lad with too much. 

But then he nodded.

“That’s, that’s absolutely fine,” Russell said, “I can, I can get that set up for you and you, you can play.”

But the he looked curious.

“Oh? Which, which two were they? We, we got, we got quite a large v-variety, so, so we’ll hopefully have something else you’ll, you’ll like,” Russell replied then.

But then the smell of cooked chicken strips and fries soon entered the room. It seemed that Luca’s food was ready.

“Oh, and that’s, that’s good timing as well,” Russell said, “I’ll, I’ll get the console. Thanks, Zelda. Could, could you take that to, to a good booth?”

“Of course,” Zelda replied.

As she went to take the food to a table for Luca, Russell went to get a console and some games, still in their boxes. It didn’t long take very long before he returned with the set up for Luca.

“Here, here you are… all ready to, to go when you are.” 

“Mario Kart 64, and... um, I shouldn’t talk about the other one.” he said. Maybe it was a game that scared him? The N64 library did contain a number of titles that might’ve been frightening like Conker and some of the FPS games. He nodded as he went to go head to his booth, and Russell wheeled his setup around for him.

In his eight-year old mind, this was the height of luxury.

He’d forgotten how big Nintendo 64 game boxes were... He settled into the booth and looked up at Russell, then over at the monitor where the games would be displayed. He made sure to grab a healthy supply of napkins before taking his first couple fries and looking over the choices he had for games... there were certainly a lot of them, at least, it felt like a lot, with how big these boxes were.

As he went in for another fry though, one caught his eye. Wiping his hand thoroughly before touching it, he slips the box out from the stack, inspecting it for a moment before he swallowed.

“Super Mario 64?” he asked, looking up at Russell a bit confused, turning the box towards him, showing the ever-iconic artwork of the red-capped plumber flying around a planet with the Wing Cap. “Is that the same thing as Mario Kart?” he asked, as he picked up his silverware and began breaking down one of the chicken strips. “Or is it different?” he asked, looking the box over again.

This kid didn’t know who Mario was? Outside of that game at least?

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hopeoverdespair​:

It was, indeed, a lot to take in. He was frankly pretty overwhelmed as his scrambled brain rapidly tried connect the dots of what was happening here. A shudder passed through him in response to the aura and the cold and his eyes started to dart around but were immediately captured by that ghostly visage and he froze.

His mind pretty much blanked out at that point and he leaned heavily against the doorframe—his legs felt like jelly and he didn’t particularly trust them right now. There was only one word that kept coming to mind and that was ‘ghost’. But then all of a sudden the ethereal figure was gone.

While that did calm things down, Nagito couldn’t help but feel like he had just ruined something. It wouldn’t surprise him if he had. That would be just like a garbage excuse for a human being like him to spoil such an extraordinary event.

There was something else extraordinary here though. It was hard not to notice the boy with the literally glowing eyes. Talk about something that was supposed to signify that someone was an important character. The mark of talent on him was obvious. And he’d been the one talking to that spirit, right? Maybe he was some sort of medium. What a talented kid!

The two were just staring at each other for what was probably a painstakingly long minute. Nagito was speechless after what he had just seen, raising a shaking hand to his head and brushing it through his tangled mess of hair.

“W-wow…”

…Unfortunately, he didn’t stay speechless and in the next moment had already started rambling.

“That was amazing! I’m so lucky to even catch a glimpse of such an amazing hope! And even in the face of the despair of death! …I’m sorry, I’m being presumptuous. I can’t pretend that I know what you were doing here. I’m sure someone like me couldn’t even begin to comprehend the work of someone with your level of talent. And you’re so young! Oh-! Not that I’m trying to discount you. It’s just that when people see kids with so much talent it always gives them so much hope for the future!”

The child pauses and listens to Nagito rant, as he looks back towards his board and takes a lighter out of his pocket, trying to get the burnt candle re-lit. It takes a couple tries but eventually it works. Thankfully by around the time the white haired stranger is done, too.

In truth, the child in question was more scared and confused than anything. He’d had strangers interrupt séances before but... never like this. Never with that much fascination or that many things to say. He couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable. The wild hair, the disturbed look in his eyes, the breathy, disheveled way he spoke, what he was saying, even. That wasn’t even giving acknowledgement to the fact he might have a no-show on the next appointment he scheduled with the spirit. Hopefully she’d be there. He let Nagito finish his sentence before he chose to respond.

“Um, t-thank you?” he stammered, his tired face illuminated in the flickering candlelight. He wasn’t sure of what to say at first. Nobody had ever complimented him on this. But, he felt like he should explain.

“I was, um... conducting a séance.” He explained. “I talk to ghosts.. to... help them pass on.” he said, simply. He would’ve worded it more delicately and in more earthly terms, but the words just sort of spilled out of his mouth the way a child’s words did sometimes. Especially one sort of desensitized to the utter morbidity of the situation.

“Did you see that woman?... She was.. um... murdered, by her husband, I was trying to help her out. She has unfinished business and it’s my job to help her finish it.” he said. “I’m a seerchild. It’s my... job, I guess.” he went on. He decided to leave its more negative aspects out of it. Something told him this overt fascination would turn into an overt hatred if he told him the awful truth. Although he did have one thing to say.

“...I-it... it is, um, sort of, supposed to be a secret, though. Y’know... um... ‘some things aren’t meant for mortal eyes’ and all that stuff.” he explained, that last part sounding very matter-of-factly. He was likely quoting somebody who had said it to him previously.

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pushspacetocontinue​:

“And it’s, it’s good that you do,” Russell said, “But you’re far from, from freeloading.”

But then he nodded.

“That’s, that’s what we try to do, to, to the best of our ability,” Russell said then. He fell in another silence as Luca took another chance to look around. Russell briefly tugged at his sleeve, wondering what was going through the boy’s mind.

But then his heart sank once more. Had this kid been a prisoner in his own house, not allowed to see the outside world, and limited to what he could see? He hoped there was a better explanation, like Luca was a dimension or time hopper who just accidentally came here. 

“Y-yes, they, they are,” Russell said, “I was going to, to ask if, if you wanted to try s-something different, but well, a lotta people still like to um, ehehe, stay with, with the classics.”

He looked away and then looked back.

“I, I might be able to, to help you out with, with something you’ve, you’ve not tried yet,” Russell offered, “Just, just to help you get started I, I mean…”

The child seemed to give it genuine thought. His mind was racing with possibilities. Today had been mind-blowing already, but... could he handle that? Now? Here? Today?

“Um... I...” he started, before taking a deep, shaking breath. “M-maybe some other time, f-for right now why don’t I just... play some other Nintendo 64 games?” he asked. “I... I’ve only ever played two of them after all.” he said, glancing back up at Russell.

“...I- I will... um... definitely be interested to see what else there is though, I... wow...” he stammered out. One could tell it was a lot for him to take in at once, but maybe for once that was a good thing. Obviously his home situation didn’t seem like the best, but maybe the discovery of something entirely new would put hope in this tired soul’s heart.

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hopeoverdespair​:

Nagito slowly entered the house, pulling the door shut behind him. It was dark and it didn’t look like it had been lived in recently, but the enticing glow coming from the other room lit things well enough to see and also made it pretty obvious where to go, to an almost cinematic effect.

As he made his way closer he started to tremble, not out of fear or cold but something more akin to… ecstasy. There was such an amazing hope coming from that room and he was about to bear witness to it!

He wrapped his arms around himself, slowing further for a moment as he listened to the half conversation taking place. Something important was happening here.

Being discovered was undoubtedly not something Luca wanted but that’s exactly what was happening right now. Could he sense the strange aura that had been added to the building, of a man marked by death who had a chaotic effect on fate itself?

Nagito was now standing in the doorway, looking in at the scene with wide eyes and awe of what looked like a young child in the middle of it all.

And there it was, so much to take in all at once. There was a rush of hopeful aura that hit Nagito like a sudden gust of wind. And a rush of cold, like stepping outside on a cold winter night. The bluish glow was coming from a human figure, who was levitating above the ground. It was a tremendous sight to suddenly walk in on. Although from a distance, the glow appeared more blue, now that Nagito was closer, it appeared more of a silver color.

The figure itself was grayscale, and flickered and faded with their every moment, and particles of dust and stale air floated within them, like film grain. It was like they were being projected, but from where?

The seams of where the walls met the ceilings were stained red, a nebulous, chunky, brackish red fluid had recently seemed to flow from there. The figure was a young lady, with long hair, and tattered clothes. Something seemed horribly wrong with her, but in the brief few moments one was able to look at her, they couldn’t quite be able to place it.

It was a fleeting sight, because she looked up and looked into Nagito’s eyes for a moment, a look of fear on her face showing for a moment in her empty, void-like eyes. There was a sound of what sounded like metal sliding across wood for a moment, before the apparition left, seemingly shrinking into herself, the light she gave off dissipating as it seemed his entrance scared her off.

Warmth returned to the room. And the child sitting on the floor gave a sharp gasp as he turned around, and now, Nagito was face-to-face with the owner of the voice. His eyes were wide, and were glowing. His irises were unearthly, the stark light of his eyes gave one untold details about them just at a glance. the deeper parts of his iris were a darkish blue color, but the rims and highlights of the iris were violet, blending in the center to show a brilliant shade of Indigo. A set of four, symmetrical, bloody scratches that looked to come from human nails ran down the side of his face.

As the child lurched away from the door, more of the scene became visible as one’s eyes adjusted to the sudden darkness. A burnt-out candle... an Ouija board... had Nagito stumbled onto a séance?

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hopeoverdespair​:

Nagito was pretty used to the way his luck worked by now. He tended not to bother worrying about what was coming next because his luck was gonna do what it was gonna do. Like today, when he accidentally got on the wrong bus and ended up here.

It was a pretty seedy place. It reminded him of that one time he got kidnapped. It was a good thing he didn’t carry much money around because some of these people probably wouldn’t have hesitated to mug him for it. In fact, he was fairly certain that was what was happening to someone else across the street right now.

“Heh, just my luck I’d end up in a place like this,” he said to himself.

Despite the fact that this area pretty much reeked of despair, he was oddly relaxed. He just knew if something bad like this happened, that meant something good would be just around the corner to balance it out. Which was why he didn’t hesitate to give into impulse when a certain house called out to him.

That was putting it mildly, really. With the flashes of light and all the energy coming off of it it was practically screaming at him. He’d know those feelings anywhere, and if there was a chance to see hope triumph over despair, he wasn’t going to pass it by.

Trying the obvious thing first, he made his way up to the front door. Metal hand grasped the doorknob and tried it to see if it would turn. With any luck it’d make it easy for him but it’d take more than a door to disuade him either way.

Luckily enough, the doorknob turned.

The drone gets progressively louder, but sprinkled within the depths of it are new sounds. One specifically is attention-grabbing. The sound of a voice. A child’s voice. By this time, the flashing had died down, into more of a gentle glow, although now the feelings of hope from before had certainly overtaken despair.

A walk through the living room of the old house was all it would take to see what was going on, as someone seemed to have left the door leading into the glow’s source open. The voices became more audible the closer one got to the room. It was just barely audible.

“I see...” the voice said. “...Um... w-what, what are the unfinished things you left in this world?” it asks. This was followed by a brief period of silence. “I-it, it’s possible that, b-because you weren’t content with having them incomplete, you’re still here because of that. Negative emotions keep the dead tethered to this realm until they’re content to--...” it went on.

Another period of silence. This one was much longer.

“...I understand.” the voice said. “...In, that case, I think I may be able to help you, you’ll have to give me some time, and a place we can meet at. If I don’t show, circumstances are very bad for me... I have... pretty strict time limits.” he said. This was followed by another lengthy period of silence.

“Oh, no, don’t worry a-about that. I-I’m used to it. They’re not even the worst ones I’ve had. You’ve been very cooperative. I’m just glad you didn’t break anything, I would’ve had to burn anything you break.”

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the-expatriate​:

Pari started to wonder what was really going on with Luca, and on hearing the young lad voice his concerns, it had raised something of a red flag with the lady.

“Okay, I’ll not do that. If you would rather that I go to the hotel with you and get you a spare key, I will. Don’t want you getting into trouble after all, right?”

Discretion was her aim in all regards. And this situation seemed to call for such things. Luca’s mother on the other hand, would be someone she would definitely have to watch out for.

Perhaps the former broker had best do her research..

Luca began to visibly calm after that.

“I... I’d appreciate that, if it’s possible.” he said. “Thank you for understanding...” he went on, although deep down he really hoped she wouldn’t go further. Mom was a dangerous woman and he knew that, but he couldn’t exactly tell Pari that.

“And, just... thank you in generally for being so helpful... I was worried I might get in trouble just looking for help.” he admitted, taking the moment to let out a breath of relief, both for that and for what she told him.

“Um... if... if you’re busy right now I can wait a little bit. I understand adult jobs are kind of... like... demanding... er, like... y- you know what I’m talking about.” he went on.

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pushspacetocontinue​:

“No, no problem,” Russell said. He scooped some idea into the glass, then added a slice of lemon to the drink after checking for any pips, “There you go, the food shouldn’t take long, and we’ll get an N64 set up for you.”

He thought about offering to let the lad try a more modern console, but perhaps he could save that for another time. Russell then felt a brief jolt when the young man reacted. 

“But we, we’re happy to, even if, even if we might not have to,” Russell said, “It’s, it’s really not, not a big deal. We, we help out those who, who might need it all the time.”

His eyes widened and he felt a shock of pity rush through him on hearing that word. Were Luca’s parents saying that stuff to him? How dare they… it wasn’t like he asked to be here. 

“You’re, you’re not,” Russell said, “As, as a child, adults, adults should be, should be looking out, out for you, and I can’t even say that, that any of the adults we, we donate food to are freeloading.”

And the ones that were meant to be taking care of him clearly weren’t. 

“And, and we’re doing this because, because we can. We, we try to welcome all, and, and go by their needs,” Russell said. It was a massive shame that no one had tried to help already. Had they not noticed? “So you, you don’t have to worry about that with, with us.”

“Well still I... I have to appreciate it...” Luca said. “I-I mean... it’s, it’s not always easy to put food on the table, a lot of people have taught me that, so, the... idea that someone is so willing to help someone else out is... so...” he started. “It’s just, good, y’know?” he asked, as he glanced off for a moment at the rest of the Café. 

He had to be curious what other people were doing here, he’d seen glimpses of the screens going in, but hadn’t gotten the full gist of--

Luca then paused as he was taken by surprise. At first he thought everyone was watching movies. No, those. Those were video games, they were playing. He stared for a moment in silence. There were so many, and...

Luca swallowed, unsure of what to think. The light caught his eyes yet again as he got his first true glimpse at modern consoles and PC games, far cries of what he was used to for sure. Instead, he looked at the floor and turned back to Russel, just to avert his eyes from the madness for a moment. There was a kind of sudden epiphany in his eyes that was unmatched.

In disbelief, he asked.

“...Are those, video games, people are playing?” he asked quietly, a mixture of fear, splendor and excitement in his tone.

Had he never seen anything else but Nintendo 64?

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Strokes of Bad Luck

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It was funny how luck worked, y’know? Sometimes bad luck would lead Nagito to places like this, where people on the streets shouted at you, and it didn’t at all feel safe to walk around at night. But, other times, there was the yang to it’s yin, as it had led Nagito to one house in particular. One that one wouldn’t dare venture into at first glance, but it was... so interesting. 

Most of the windows were boarded up, and from the looks of it, the house had been condemned long ago, as was common for real estate in this area it seemed. But from it’s single window light flashed wildly.

And the aura it gave off, it was nothing short of interesting.

Even just walking down the street by the house, one could feel the pulses of pure energy it gave off. The comforting, misty-eyed feelings of Hope, like going to bed on a cold winter night, and the uncomfortable feelings of despair that left a bitter taste in the mouth. The windows flashed, bright blue. Like there were lightning bolts within the rooms, and a loud drone came from the inside of the building. This bright blue strobing effect looked like someone was throwing a party in there, but there was no music, only this otherworldly drone.

Interestingly though, it was when the house was dark that feelings of Hope returned, it was only these brief flashes that caused the feelings of despair. It was such a strange feeling, having the emotional consistency of a rollercoaster. Lapses of a fleeting feeling of excitement, followed by ones of fear and hurt.