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Color Palette Meme » Toki wo Kakeru Shoujo + 17 (Light Colors) ↳ Requested by @gray

I thought today was supposed to be a “Nice Day.”

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Creepiness  who  was  coming  from  the  mere  remembrance  of  her  advisor’s  name  cannot  be  transmitted  to  the  main  concerned.  It  wasn’t  something  he  couldn’t.  In  which  manner  he  could  confessing  to  her  he  had  impression  Philip  Butler  was  inescapable  to  his  path?  Sensation  of  clear  safety  he  has  been  experiencing  until  then,  no  matter  how  unkind  existence  has  been  to  him,  suddenly  found  threatened  and  heavily  compromised  with  the  familiar  sensation  that  if  he  failed  somewhere  with  her  advisor,  his  days  were  counted?  Sure,  especially  since  he  remained  her  advisor,  manner  he  might  looking  at  her  would  differing  in  the  neat  manner  he  has  been  watched  at  ---  one  gaze,  and  yet  everything  was  confessed  in  one  second!  The  condescendence,  the  mockery!  Anguish  that  rushed  into  his  entire  body  at  the  remembrance,  as  an  ancient  trauma  from  another  time  that  never  took  time  to  heal,  almost  betrayed  him  physically  inside  tremors  sign.  However,  as  he  has  been  inside  a  conversation  in  which  he  had  the  upper-hand,  the  control,  that  detached  and  indifference  power  he  used  from  before,  he  standing  himself  thanks  to  reminder  concerning  actual  circumstances  of  where  he  was.  With  Elizabeth,  sympathy  and  compassion  can  be  found  of  someone  that  met  an  outcast  wanting  to  find  somewhere  to  rule,  and  feeling  content  by  having  true  powers  of  his  hands.  With  Philip  Butler,  there  was  awareness  no  such  actions  would  serve  to  something  … Nervous  laugh  betrayed  his  composure  at  that  surname  concerning  her  advisor.  Oh,  he  heard  that  one  before  …  He  didn’t  know  where,  when,  but  that  manner  to  consider  her  advisor  just  turned  more  clearer  that  impression  of  deja-vu  …  Ah,  it  was  wonderful!

No  matter  what  could  be  circumstances,  he  would  need  Philip  Butler’s  approval. 

He  needed  a  miracle  to  happens.

Nothing  coming  from  the  most  honest  confession  of  his  heart,  in  which  he  had  no  intention  to  give  concerning  that  topic  that  triggering  further  anxiety  no  matter  he  attempted  to  escape  the  feeling,  could  be  confessed  directly  on  her  face  on  that  topic.  Not  the  pressuring  sensation  he  might  get  killed  if  he  played  wrongly  with  fire.  Not  all  these  impressions  when  as  much  he  witnessed  that  guy  inside  the  most  ephemeral  of  manners,  there  was  clear  awareness  he  cannot  explain  outside  than  clear  anxiety.  ❝  I  just  have  the  sensation  I  would  need  your  advisor’s  approval  …  ❞  It  wasn’t  just  a  sensation.  It  was  an  anchored  certainly  in  which,  thinking  he  would  be  free  to  do  as  he  pleased,  he  stayed  once  more  trapped  inside  same  bars  he  has  been  trying  to  escape.  It  was  the  price  he  needed  to  pay  for  staying  close  of  Elizabeth.  It  was  the  price  if  he  wanted  to  grab  that  power.  Why  on  earth  did  he  had  to  found  Philip  Butler  (again)  inside  a  ruler  position  when  he  got  nothing,  when  he  had  to  struggle  for  gain  one  fragment  of  power  somewhere,  when  he  had  to  imposing  himself  by  using  manipulative  methods?  Why  did he  get  n   o   t   h   i  n   g    in  the  first  place?  It  was  her  next  words  who  grabbed  his  attention.  She  wanted  to  help  him?  Familiar  emotions  towards  her,  as  much  he  cannot  considering  having  acting  as  a  good  person  for  mostly  has  been  selfishly  interested  with  betraying  attachment  that  remained  detached  expressed,  created  a  reason  to  exposing  an  indirect  truest  version  of  a  damaged  and  corrupted  heart.  By  the  remaining  closeness  between  them,  what  he  anticipating  what  could  be  her  answer,  giving  him  the  contrary  impression  a  mirage  or  a  temporary  miracle  would  be  offered  to  him.  Distractions  bring  him  towards  that  place  in  the  first  place.  There  was  Arendelle  he  wanted  to  conquer.  ❝  As  you  can  see,  I’m  inclined  to  listen.  ❞  He  pondered  as  he  didn’t  want  that  weakness  betrayal  remained  too  predominant  into  his  features.  By  the  moment  she  watching  her  surroundings,  a  mixture  of  happiness  and  anxiety  passed  though  him.  It  was  no  use  to  hope  Philip  Butler  won’t  know  what  will  happening.  Actually,  it  will  be  terrifying  realizing  everything  Philip  Butler  knew.

It  was  indeed  her  next  sentences  that  left  him  wordless  for  a  couple  of  seconds.  As,  somewhere,  he  should  have  been  the  one  proposing  to  her,  if  he  had  that  power  in  the  first  place,  that  it.  Another  nervous  laugh  betrayed  his  lips,  as  this  time,  there  was  nothing  given  an  inclination  he  would  refuse  the  proposition.  ❝  Are  you  sure  of  yourself?  Isn’t  a  decision  to  take  wisely?  Do  you    trust  me  to  take  care  of  your  kingdom?  ❞  He  would  be  forced  to  deal  with  Philip  Butler  more  often  than  he  could  expect,  and  even  though  there  would  be  that  temporary  sensation  he  was  the  one  in  control,  he  would  need  to  prove  it  to  him …  and  her.  Best  he  was  focusing  on  Elizabeth.  ❝  I  wouldn’t  holding  myself  back  concerning  my  decisions.  Though;  you  offering  me  a  crown  and  a  throne  wasn’t  supposed  I  expected  to  receive  today,  maybe  it’s  my  birthday~  ❞ He  would  need   to  assure  this  freedom  door  won’t  open  hell’s  door.  ❝  It’s  a  present  I  will  gladly  accept,  my  dear  Elizabeth.  ❞  He  playfully  answered  though  an  gentleman  kiss  on  one  of  her  hands with an smile.

Elizabeth listened to Hans speak, nodding every now and again. She felt sympathy for him and how mean his older brothers and father were to him. He had every right to rule as much as his brothers did, but he was denied it. When Hans spoke about Phil, she titled her head some. True, he was her advisor and he helped her a great deal but the fact Hans spoke highly of him was interesting. So Hans required Phil's help to gain power? Why so? Why Phil of all people? Elizabeth was capable of helping Hans, after all she held more power than Phil. "Phil? Why not me? I can surely help you Hans." she offered softly.

Taking a deep breath, she listened and frowned to him. Power. That was what he was after and something he deserved. It was something she had but didn't want ( not entirely ). She pursed her lips turning to face the prince for a moment as her hands took his. Something about him and power seemed to go together, something about it was ... strong enough to make Elizabeth consider her next question carefully. She knew if this were to happen, their could be consequences. Good or bad, she didn't know. "I have a proposal for you, if you're willing to listen to it." she began, looking around the landscape. She knew Phil would probably scold her over what she was going to say.

"What if we were to marry? You'd have your power and I would be free of making decisions that I can't." she was serious in the proposal too. She knew Hans for a long while and it just seemed right. To be married to him.

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Experiences he had with witches always has been … something.

Witches, because there was no other accurate term for describe them, though even mentally that term didn’t give enough credit to the mystic beings he was facing once it’s involving them. Another iteration of himself turned in a villainous gangster representing an urban legend mirroring the S.H.I.E.L.D in an less controllable manner than even his boss wasn’t supposed to know about their existence altogether, and an observer trapped inside another dimension out of time that let him doing all the interferences --- with additional pressure neither explicitly term M.I.B can betraying his lips even once, neither explicitly talk about Featherine Augustus Aurora watching the plot from afar. No additional pressure wanted to be given to a British magical agent in which familiarly (that was coming from another iteration of himself that will not giving him one piece of information, since not supposably to concerning his universe) escaped him. Outside his job, that kind of delicate experience pushed him to studying people more than he should … especially if he was brought on his own manner to that MIB leader path.

If the omerta could be broken, explaining circumstances and bring reassurances would be far easier. Nevertheless, it was where begun the game distilled by Featherine and his other self, judging in which manner he would handle impressions and circumstances. In which manner on his scale his decisions could transforming whatever circumstance. Once more, absence of detail remained something in which features get accustomed to receive each time he was asking details. Familiarity wouldn’t giving any other sentiment than a feeling of closeness and a deep care in which he cannot explain. It won’t giving him concrete circumstances. Though, it was certain a certain dark lord, whatever they were, would be tear apart alive, if possible, by his other self if he had the occasion. Himself, as an agent, everything he might have suffered as traumas, or complicated circumstances pushed him to have mental consequences remained trapped into a box. It was impossible to surviving the job long enough if there was no possibility to simply move on from things that happened in the past, circumstances happening right now, and anticipating how could be the future; when at least, one boss remained behind his back ready to order him or correcting his actions if needed. ❝ I can take a day for it. ❞ He was serious, and though it was expressed in middle of the conversation, he means it. ❝ There might have a possibility to get that conversation done if you need it. ❞ Could be allowed to confessing a little more without giving any other context? ❝ Perceiving deep emotions in middle of a gaze, I’m became good at it. Besides, I know, regardless to be a agent, recognize the moment when sealed box should be opened a bit … ❞

Acceptance only following down concerning his tone, in which he remained partially amused. It would be best he didn’t witness him raise his voice. ❝ Good. ❞ He clearly expressed with reassurance. Concerning the request, easily, taking time to show him how it worked with the buttons, he showed him how worked that piece of technology. He was protecting some alien trapped inside fabric of reality, and urban legend of himself buried barriers between humanity and aliens, hence couldn’t using them as examples concerning witches having troubles with the modern world. ❝ It’s not that much complicated to use though, once you know what to find and where to find it. Besides, it can be useful. Your world doesn’t have Internet or something of the like? Not big centralized network with all data outside larger libraries? ❞ Meanwhile talking, he checked in same time if his gestures was clearly seen by the other end, as acting as an cheerful supporter.

Harry knew that the other would want details- the auror had never been one for details. He was a man of action, he took information as it came and did the best he could with it… But these Americans could be so difficult sometimes. The young wizard figured he’d have to learn how to play ball eventually. Green eyes gl glanced around the room before settling on Coulson again. What was the agent thinking?

What was Harry thinking?

Why had he volunteered for this mission, to get out of Britain? That had certainly been part of it, he couldn’t lie. Finally Coulson spoke; causing Harry to raise an eyebrow at him, “That’s true.” But Coulson didn’t know, he wouldn’t know. The three of them had been to war, their bond had been forged in fire, misery, and death… he had died. Sometimes he wondered exactly what his life had became, but for now he was content to just live it.

Harry Potter didn’t need to have a break down right now. The wizard snorted at the idea of easing his concious, “We’d be here all day if we were worried about my conscience.” He’d been to war, he’d been fighting for his life since he was eleven years old… maybe younger, if you counted the shit that the Dursleys put him through.

He didn’t want to relive it.

Harry looked confused for a second before shrugging, “Don’t worry about the tone of my voice, when it comes down to it I’ll do what I have to do- it doesn’t matter after that.” He paused, “Alright, so show me how this works...Technology like this doesn’t usually like magic.”

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Potential negative reaction always remained to be expected. Complicated to imagining a positive answer at the notion of the Underworld and the guardian of that realm once he was referred --- for be something himself get accustomed to been victimized with … meanwhile his father mastered derision art beyond playing at occasion with perceptions for little he gets concerning past circumstances. Since an absence of her soul’s exploration has been made, though there were nevertheless signals that could be catch up, his face showed some hesitation about a manner to answering that question. Everyone. Everything. Hades was conscious about anything that was happening in middle of the human world, though, had a decency to let responsibilities back to the humans, and having some kind of complex relationship with interferences. His case was part of that issue, though his demigod condition added another complexity to the topic. Nevertheless, by the moment the person she was speaking to introducing herself, even if his father knew, he wasn’t sure in which extent he will expose it.

Himself couldn’t considering having a good relationship with his uncles … in which mere remembrance of the ocean, even by having a bright illumination of a constant sun checking on him, turned emotions concerning Jackson. Watching the ocean was a remembrance of Jackson that himself remind him Poseidon … and as much helpful Hades could be inside larger circumstances he would have anticipated far earlier of what he would said, he preferred stayed behind of his affairs of his brothers, neither having too much remembrances he had brothers in the first place. Immediate respect expressed into his expression, as he didn’t expect to meet something that higher. ❝ Everyone. ❞ That confessional word remained expressed. ❝ It’s an honour to met you … I suppose, my father probably knows what happened … did Lord Poseidon didn’t give you a clue about where she could be ? If she has been leaving in middle of this realm, he would know … ❞ He hesitated about what expressing next. ❝ I can only ask my father. I can’t guarantee you an answer though. My father love to give me riddles time to time. ❞

When he says his father is Hades, Ula looks surprised. "Oh? Oh." Does that make him a god? Or at least a demigod? Ula visibly relaxes. Because if that is the case, she has no problem revealing her identity to him. Perhaps he could even help her find her sister. "Would he watch over all royalty?" She wonders aloud. "Because I'm looking for someone. My sister." She pauses, smiles.

"I am Ula. Ula Onda, Princess of the Atlantic. My mother is the Queen of the sirens, and my younger sister Cascadia has been missing for months. She was last seen swimming in this direction." This general direction, that is. Ula still isn't sure exactly where Cascadia would've ended up. All she knows is that she's doing a better job at blending in with humanity than Ula herself. As she's been very difficult to find.

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Many  mysteries  remained  yet  to  be  discovering  inside  the  Memento,  in  same  manner  many  things,  aside  of  many  other  Shadows  than  the  one  he  faced  before,  would  have  to  be  discovered.  Couple  of  questions  were  meant  to  remaining  inside  that  obscurity  of  unknowledge  unless  somewhere  information  would  be  given  ---  what  about  Igor?  What  kind  of  entity  it  was  for  managing  to  communicate  with  him  in  middle  of  his  dream?  In  which  extent  the  Velvet  Room  was  connected  to  the  reality?  What  has  been  that  butterfly  who  has  been  hanging  around  by  moments,  in  which  it  was  too  ephemeral  for  be  something  that  can  be  considered  as  tangible?  Another  question  that  could  resonating  mentally  :  in  which  humanity  was  conscious  of  their  own  subconsciousness  expressed  by  the  Metaverse,  which  stayed  by  definition  something  outside  their  control  and  unknown  ? Knowledge  about  the  Meta  World  would  remain  something  far  more  complicated  to  gain  information  for.  As  much  the  Metaverse  seemed  something  general,  in  which  everyone  was  touched  and  could  potentially  touch  and  gain  Persona  depending  circumstances  …  there  was  an  attached  obscurity  ambient  concerning  the  other  one.  Awareness  towards  the  point  of  his  ability  to  wear  various  Personas  when  one  person  was  associated  to  one,  having  that  potentiality  to  change,  remained  something  in  which  he  had  consciousness  he  remained  partially  uncommon  …  in  which  questions  that  should  be  give  about  his  own  heart  remained  always  pushed  behind  each  time  he  acted  as  Joker.  Mona’s  words  coming  from  his  knowledge  generated  a  warm  understanding  smile,  as  there  was  no  desire  to  pressuring  him  with  that  issue.  With  the  Phantom  Thieves,  mysteries  around  the  Metaverse  would  be  unlocked  ---  truths  was  laying  around  in  middle  of  depths  that  needed  to  be  explored,  in  which  answers  of  his  questions  would  be  found.  With  the  Meta  World,  he  had  no  idea  where  to  begin,  beyond  to  seeing  these  established  researches  …  ❝  Depths  are  a  lead  concerning  the  Memento,  but  the  Meta  World  …  it  would  need  to  find  directly  the  involved  research  for  see  what  kind  of  antecedent  has  been  written  before.  ❞  Though,  he  wouldn’t  know  what  he  would  find.  Following  compliments  left  him  a  discrete  thinking,  in  which  obscure  eyes  didn’t  have  the  impression  to  hold  that  much  an  important  power,  neither  to  be  that  special.  ❝  Can  I  ?  ❞  He  asked  just  simply,  it  wasn’t  as  easy  as  it  was  to  following  a  café’s  recipe.  “Reach  the  higher  spheres  look  less  easy  than  how  everyone  can  potentially  reach  the  general  consciousness  awareness  …  ”  Did  everyone  truly  was  eligible  without  preconditions?  Another  smile  born,  brighter  about  how  his  power  was  growing.  Did  the  Personas  and  the  Meta  World  can  be  connected  in  same  ways?  After  all,  explaining  the  Personas  to  someone  else,  with  easy  words,  would  remain  an  delicate  affair,  as  they  were  metaphoric  representation  and  yet  more  ---  ❝  I  don’t  have  the  impression  to  have  a  such  special  power.  I’ve  realizing  myself  how  the  heart  matter  can  hold  it  own  unknown  density  of  powers.  ❞  He  mused  with  embarrassment,  passing  an  hand  into  his  hair,  as  Kurusu  Akira,  he  remained  someone  simple  compared  to  Joker  symbol.

Morgana thinks for a moment, Tail idly swishing in thought. A hum dropping from his lips. Ears flicking in thought. Morgana did know a lot about the meta world and mementos, but there was a limit to his knowledge. He just knew that he needed to get to its depths to discover the secret and that Joker --- Akira --- was the best person for the job. After all, Akira had the ability to be both one and zero at the same time with that power of his to wear more than one mask. But, the meta world existed and it was known that there was research being done on it but no more than that. They were likely the only ones who knew of its existence outside of the place doing research.

But there was more to it than that. Even Akira had to see that, right? Morgana hummed again.

❝ I might be the expert compared to you all, but I don't have all the answers. It's just a feeling that I have that there is more to it and we're missing something . . . ❞ But what it was, he didn't know. ❝ There is more to it and you have the ability to unlock that potential. Your power is special after all. You can reach higher spheres. I'm sure that's why your power is growing. ❞

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There  always  has  been  a  silent  gratefulness  that  had  been  hanging  inside  the  school’s  corridors  ---  circumstances  inside  it  were  enough  problematic  in  some  point  especially  with  Kamoshida-san  king  treatment  of  himself  who  impacted  that  school  than  his  actual  position  as  the  Ultimate  Influencer  didn’t  matter  much.  Offline,  he  was  less  focused  about  having  his  online  reputation  bring  to  his  face,  as  much  he  could  anticipating  it  and  expected  it,  even  though,  with  the  Phantom  Thieves  around,  he  reimagined  how  he  could  use  social  medias.  He  picked  to  have  his  entire  existence  associated  to  it.  There  was  no  coming  back  from  it.  By  the  moment  he  self-given  job  to  becoming  influencer  meanwhile  being  in  middle  of  school,  to  compromising  his  responsibilities  and  stepping  in  right  inside  the  adults  world,  assuming  he  wanted  to  get  another  job  eventually,  for  his  future  employees,  his  online  reputation  would  deciding  his  entire  future  for  him  …  and  becoming  an  Ultimate  meanwhile  destroyed  any  kind  of  possibility  to  turn  back  from  it.  Others  of  his  Ultimate  pairs  took  an  big  deal  of  pride  concerning  their  Ultimate  titles,  in  which  they  were  supposed  to  representing  the  greatest  good  of  the  society  ---  it’s  the  message  passed  by  Damon  at  least,  or  Komaeda-san  he  has  been  escaping  the  sight  ---  when  whatever  offline  or  online,  he  attempted  not  made  a  big  deal  out  of  it  …  Doors  opened  to  him  would  be  bit  different  of  whatever  other  influencers.

He  expected  judgement  coming  from  the  information  in  one  way  or  another.  He  expected  receiving  remarks  in  same  manner  sometimes  comments  about  what  he  was  doing  was  criticizing  inside  every  aspect  of  his  appearances  or  his  personality.  He  was  expecting  things  could  get  worse,  or  suddenly  got  out  of  his  proportions  regardless  his  warnings.  Having  the  impression  to  live  by  showing  his  face  constantly  in  front  of  a  screen  or  a  phone  was  a  high  price  for  feeling  happiness  and  being  removed  of  loneliness  for  once  and  all.  Sakamoto-san  use  of  social  media  must  be  far  more  limited  than  how  he  used  them  outside  school,  since  whatever  disappearance  would  cause  dramatic  measures  of  an  algorithm  having  so  many  people  to  deal  with.  Again,  inside  school,  it  was  less  thinking  about  that,  as  remembrance  of  his  emptiness  returned.  ❝  Time  off  is  clearly  needed  …  ❞   He  didn’t  have  many  of  those.  Streams  had  to  be  considered,  filming  for  his  videos  had  to  be  considered,  then  all  the  job  to  bring  about  posting  on  social  medias,  answering  comments,  discussing  with  partnerships,  find  good  feats  depending  the  domain  …  studies  were  to  be  considered  too,  and  other  hobbies  beyond  his  second  job  also  had  to  be  taken  in  consideration.  Sudden  silence  in  middle  of  Sakomoto-san  sentence  pushed  him  to  looking  big  confused  for  one  second,  before  feeling  amused  about  the  possible  cause  of  his  exhaustion.  It  was  a  miracle  that  he  didn’t  burn  out  himself,  especially  when  the  schooling  environment  was  special  …  and  oh,  with  the  excitement  around  the  Phantom  Thieves,  admiration  of  their  viewers  and  interest  about  them  and  how  an  detective  can  defining  their  justice  towards  them,  pretty  much  captured  partially  his  remnant  of  attention.  Akechi-san  wouldn’t  be  the  easy  person  to  have  an  interview  with,  though,  considered  how  much  he  has  been  on  TVs,  it  would  easy,  and  honestly,  since  he  was  in  middle  of  excitement  of  the  events,  if  he  could  meet  the  Phantom  Thieves,  it  would  be  fantastic  …  both  of  their  followers  (since  the  Phantom  Thieves  had  lot  of  those)  would  explode  the  counter!  ❝  Probably  not  the  only  one  having  that  risk.  Akechi  must  have  that  problem  already,  such  as  the  Phantom  Thieves.  Gratefully,  I  hadn’t  experienced  a  dramatic  overwhelming  creepy  fan  for  the  moment,  and  I  hope  none  of  this  will  happens  anytime  soon  …  ❞   He  expressed  amusingly,  as  his  concerns  remained  something  he  appreciated  a  lot.  ❝  Taking  a  breath  of  celebrity  is  always  warming,  I  can  assure  you.  I’m  grateful,  in  middle  of  school,  I  have  less  to  worry  about  my  reputation  or  how  I  should  behave  …  ❞   Everything  needed  to  be  under  control  in  front  of  a  camera.  Lasted  question  generated  a  vivid  amusement.  ❝  Going  to  school  first.  Studying.  Living,  as  easily  it  might  sound,  such  as  sleeping  and  common  stuff  someone  have  to  do  into  a  day.  ❞   Though,  he  didn’t  have  the  impression  to  live  outside  his  character  inside  social  medias.  ❝  Pretty  much  struggling  to  have  lot  of  hobbies  or  doing  lot  of  stuff  when  I  have  to  anticipate  my  future  posts  or  videos  each  time  I’m  planning  to  be  a  little  off  than  usual  for  enjoying  myself  into  the  city  …  I  value  my  offline  existence,  as  possibly  strange  it  might  look  like.  It’s  maybe  much  calmer  place,  in  which  I  don’t  have  impression  to  exist,  but  I  know  always the spotlights  will wait  for  me  online.  ❞ 

Of course as soon as he had spoken, he had to wonder if he might have touched on some sort of sore spot - not that he wanted to sound like some judgemental asshole or crabby old man ranting about kids and their phones but even so. Hell, it wasn't as though he thought he was above or superior to social media - he was snapping pictures all the time - pictures of dumb impulsive whims - the steaming bowl of ramen he'd enjoyed for lunch, his highest score on an arcade game, posing for a selfie with the hoodie he'd just bought. Plus yeah, he wouldn't lie - in the moment, seeing all the likes felt good - whether they were likes from old friends or people he barely knew, it did give him a small rush - he could see very easily why people were addicted to social media, why people could make up to two to three posts a day or live stream every other night and it wasn't as though he thought any less of them for it. He didn't think them pathetic or terminally online or anything like that all - but in his opinion, as with everything, there did come a point of excess. Like, there was something sad about seeing someone always online or always with their phone out - too busy recording or snapping pictures of a moment instead of enjoying it for what it was - and maybe this guy was like that, maybe he wasn't. Ryuji wasn't about to judge him on that but his curiosity had driven him to ask. Besides, from what he'd heard some people were even able to make money off of social media, whether through sponsorships or people actually donating to them so hey, maybe they were doing something right! "Time off always help, doesn't it?" He nods at this, smiling in understanding. "I mean, it sounds like you've got some pretty uh..." He pauses, before continuing. "...Overwhelming fans, sometimes - so maybe it's good to have a bit of space from 'em, yeah? Hell, even just some space from the online world and all that," At least it seemed like this guy did have some sort of preparation process before he went online and seemed accustomed to it. "So, when you're not online - what do you like to do?"

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Not  even  a  single  thanks  you?  Not  even  a  simple  congratulations?  Ungratefulness  he  was  constantly  experiencing,  every  time  he  was  doing  something  brilliant  for  the  humanity,  as  this  point,  resonated  in  a  comic  scale!  These  humans  always  found  something  great  to  say  about  the  wonderful  Superman  every  time  he  was  showing  his  face  somewhere,  but  the  generous  Luthor,  each  time  he  was  doing  something  for  his  country,  each  time  he  was  defending  humanity  though  their  own  means,  each  time  it’s  seemed  reduced  to  nothing,  as  unimportant  as  the  next  invention  that  could  made!  Passing  annoyance  betrayed  his  features,  in  which,  concerning  that  particular  technology,  it  would  serve  another  purpose,  in  which  inclination  of  it  to  be  shared  was  something  only  he  had  considered.  Lack  of  trust  coming  from  her  nevertheless  wounded  his  heart  ---  didn’t  she  knew  him  enough  for  be  reassured  about  everything  will  be  fine?  Besides,  she  would  be  flattered  she  was  fulfilled  with  the  secrete  knowledge,  that  awareness  he  desired  creating  a  universe  by  himself  for  himself.  All  other  kinds  of  genius  would  be  in  amazement  in  front  of  such  possibilities,  in  which,  on  his  side,  he  would  have  a  comforting  zone,  somewhere  he  would  be  ruling  in  all  time,  and  somewhere,  it  appeased  a  long-term  frustration  to  know  he  reached  that  point.  Yes  ---  at  this  point,  he  managed  to  achieved  at  the  higher  that  he  could  reach.  Meanwhile  Superman  remained  the  annoying  presence  that  stopped  him  to  ruling  the  Earth,  in  all  time,  he  would  rule  one  universe.  He  needed  a  universe  for  himself.  Emotional  details,  regardless,  didn’t  have  to  be  shared  concerning  that  detail,  that  little  piece  of  important  knowledge.  ❝  I  know  what  I’m  doing.  ❞  He  assured  without  a  once  of  hesitation,  in  which  a  condescending  expression  almost  crossing  though  his  face.  Around  her,  it  looked  disrespectful.  ❝  I  can  have  aligned  calculations  in  all  time  for  be  assured  the  equilibrium  will  never  break.  ❞  He  proudly  reassured,  as  he  was  sensing  half  insulted she  was  doubting  his  abilities.  There  was  a  moment  of  silence  at  the  reminder,  supposedly  touch  something  inside  him.  Did  he  consider  it  the  possibility?  Of  course.  Did  he  care?  No.  ❝  Scared  that  I’m  destroying  the  fabrics  of  space  and  time  by  accident?  ❞  He  mockingly  mused  instead.

There  has  been  no  blindness  towards  the  conflict  he  had  sensed  in  middle  of  Elizabeth’s  eyes,  lost  about  the  decision  to  made,  confused  about  which  action  she  should  do.  Too  much  troubles  for  nothing,  really.  Too  bad,  in  middle  of  nothingness,  there  was  no  potential  island  that  can  be  built,  in  which,  in  middle  of  an  ocean  belonging  only  to  himself,  he  would  be  able  to  rest  and  admiring  his  little  world  he  was  ruling  …  Words  needed  to  keep  away  the  name  of  Superman  in  one  way  or  another.  Someone  like  him  managed  to  create  the  impossible,  and  got  lectured  wasn’t  something  he  was  expecting,  especially  whe  he  had  accreditation  to  do  whatever  he  wanted  without  having  to  justify  himself,  wasn’t  it  wonderful?  Some  alien  didn’t  have  the  gentleness  to  sharing  whatever  good  piece  of  technology  he  personally  owned  coming  from  the  remnant  of  a  lost  planet  that  offered  nice  events  once  in  a  while!  Sudden  reassurance  he  had  though  that  familiar  hand  of  his  shoulders  didn’t  diverge  his  opinion,  as  appreciated  the  gesture  was.   ❝  It’s  my  right  to  have  a  universe  for  myself.  ❞  He  cut  in  bluntly;  his  gaze  into  hers.  ❝  Humanity  should  thanks  me.  ❞

@lightcreators ( lex luthor ) said " I don't think you can easily convince me as much I appreciate the sentiment Miss Burke"

The Professor looked to Luthor with a concerned look. He had created something so powerful and the consequences of it being mishandled would be catastrophic. She knew she couldn't let him use it that way. There had to be rules and some regulation with his invention. "Mister Luthor, you do know how powerful this invention of yours is? It can rip the fabrics of space-time apart if your off by one single calculation." the woman warned. She wasn't sure what his intentions were, but she had to make sure it was kept in check. This was major and if it dealt with space-time and pocket universes, then she was the person to handle it. Sighing, she turned to Luthor and placed a hand to his shoulder. Things weren't ... right, but could she interfere? Should she? It was a complicated situation she was in. "Please rethink this." Her voice was calm, but there was concern etched in her voice. Why did this seem so familiar to her? Like it happened before? Whatever the reason, she was truly worried.

[lightcreators]

He  remained,  in  some  manner,  a  breathing  contradiction  concerning  topics  of  himself.  Indeed,  being  honest  was  one  way  to  describe  that  personality  characterise.  He  was  blunt,  he  was  straightforward,  he  was  getting  straight  to  the  point,  always  with  a  consideration  of  what  the  other  end  could  think,  regardless  of  his  lack  of  responsibilities  to  assuming  that  part  when  it  was  question  about  exposing  stuff.  In  middle  of  a  debate,  he  was  supposed  to  staying  with  the  upper-hand  of  the  conversation,  which  was  never  easier  depending  concerned  circumstances  he  was  facing  with,  and  cannot  remain  without  rebuttal,  otherwise  to  be  considered  off  game  for  have  failed  that  step.  Hence,  that  consideration  created  a  little  amused  and  complimented  smile  of  the  expression.  ❝  Somehow.  ❞  From  an  outsider  perspective,  it  was  looking  as  best  quality  one  boy  can  have.  No  illusions  ---  though  there  were  hanging  otherwise  ---  no  lies,  no  potentiality  to  be  tricked  …  but  how  impactful  his  words  were  created  a  discomfort  impression  around  his  presence.  Accustomed  to  analysing  a  situation  outside  mere  oral  lexical,  he  could  realize  things  that  weren’t  supposed  to  be  exposed,  or  how  quick  his  comments  would  come  would  put  displeasure  into  other  people.  No  one  would  appreciate  to  have  their  heart  exposed,  right?  No  one  would  appreciate  to  have  their  soul  confessed  to  the  world,  right?

One  thought  temporary  passed  towards  his  Monteago  comrade  in  which  he  remained  impressed,  though  silently,  how  he  managed  to  quiet  that  detail  he  was  an  Ultimate,  and  though  his  entire  life  was  inside  social  medias,  searched  it  to  having  less  impact  on  that  school.  Well,  if  there  was  someone  that  reached  all  possible  information  about  the  Phantom  Thieves,  it  was  him  …  and  him,  well,  there  was  a  high  chance  he  ended  up  chatting  with  Goro  Akechi,  in  which  he  had  a  strange  sensation  about  that  guy  when  a  future  debate  might  turn  quite  a  frenzy  on  the  next  television  news!  He  nodded  when  Sakomoto-kun  got  the  general  idea  of  it.  ❝  You  got  it.  Straightforward  exposing  truths  about  their  heart that they doesn’t  want  to  hear.  ❞ 

A  mocking  smile  upon  himself  decided  to  appear  on  that  sentence.  ❝  It’s  never  mean  to  harm  them.  Remaining  silent  only  looks  as  a  second  insult  for  me,  and  amazingly,  I’m  polite.  ❞  Though,  he  knew  where  to  say  nothing  as  currently  as  he  was  aware  of  the  discomfort  Sakamoto-san  was  walking  into.  Still,  circumstances  for  him  remained  different.  There  was  no  pressure  of  the  elite.  There  was  no  pressure  about  embracing  whatever  Ultimate  titles,  when  he  was  certain  other  eccentric  Ultimates  would  take  the  pleasure  to  exposing  their  world  difference  larger  than  his  little  experience.  Talentless  people  had  that  advantage  (  though  someone  might  comment  about  oh,  no,  but  their  talents  were  everything  and  the  main  concerned  was  trash,  why  such  elite  as  them  wouldn’t  lower  down  themselves  …  he  wished  good  luck  to  Sakamoto-san  when  he  would  the  honour  to  meet  the  horrific  Komaeda-san,  in  which  living  inside  that  school,  circumstances  about  the  Phantom  Thieves  must  be  quite  the  experience  for  his  perspective  …  )  :  they  can  be  anyone  they  wanted,  and  didn’t  have  to  troubling  themselves  about  various  responsibilities  inside  an  simple  student  life.  ❝  Oh,  we  share  a  common  point  then.  Though,  rarely  had  occasion  to  experience  it  myself  since  I  manage  to  be  an  outsider  even  among  my  pairs,  and  apparently  enough  outsider  for  be  laughed  at  by  an  outcast.  ❞  In  which  joke  he  could  empathize  with  Komeda-san  was  just  something  he  will  put  there,  as  confirming  he  was  that  kind  of  blunt,  but  preferred  let  him  experience  the  guy,  or  warm  him  if  they  get  close  …  he  asked  only  of  the  Ultimates  to  do  their  job,  to  embrace  their  title,  to  becoming  these  jewels  of  the  nation.  There  was  a  radically  inside  Komaeda-san  method  that  needed  to  be  experienced  into  the  first  seat.  There  was  a  comforting  smile,  as  he  would  understand  if  someone  try  to  bullshit  him  (or  feeling  betrayed  if  he  managed  to  staying  blind  regardless).  For  someone  having  trust  issues,  he  trusted  far  more  too  easily  …  it  was  another  paradox  that  surrounding  him.  He  noticed,  how  his  next  question,  touched  delicate  point  of  their  current  position.  Did  he  was  feeling  insulted  to  have  been  pitied  with?  No.  It  won’t  be  like  he  would  made  a  big  deal  out  of  it.  He  wasn’t  blind  towards  the  sudden  embarrassment  he  had,  and  understood  it  has  been  a  sentence  made  in  middle  of  the  action,  in  middle  of  his  confession  …  He  had  nothing  to  lose,  and  he  couldn’t  pretend  he  had  lot  of  real  friends  around  him.  Pairs  maybe,  in  which  he  would  do  immensely  for  them,  yes,  but  in  which  manner  the  feeling  was  returned,  this  was  such  a  good  question!  Hence,  he  decided  to  be  understanding,  and  not  having  another  moment  of  free  disillusionment  for  believe  an  illusion.  ❝  Hmm.  It  would  be  a  different  debate  of  what  I’m  usually  deal  with,  and  besides,  it’s  just  show  you’re  truly  someone  good.  If  you  can  have  me  commenting  everything  and  indirectly  annoying  people  because  of  my  egocentric  pride,  you  will  not  regret  to  have  known  me.  ❞  He  decided  to  take  one  realization  with  a  smile.  ❝  One  rebuttal  that  you  can  have  ended  with  your  embarrassment  that  proved  me  right.  Nevertheless,  show  me  how  I  can  have  wrong  about  myself  will  be  something  you  hold  bullets  right  now  in  your  hands right now.  ❞

Genuinely, he was at a loss as to why this guy seemed so down on himself - really, why wouldn't anyone want to talk to this guy...? Sure, this guy did seem pretty different than Ryuji and maybe under different circumstances they never would have spoken nor taken notice of each other, but as it was - they were talking now. "So, uh, what you're trying to say is you're a really honest guy...?" He blinks, the wording being a bit on the complex side for him although he thought he understood the general gist of it. "Like, a brutally honest sort who always tells the truth even if it's the truth some people don't want to hear, huh...?" Well, that part did make a bit more sense to him - some people closed themselves off to the truth - it was easier for them to live in obliviousness - in spite of what adults might have drilled into them growing up - being honest and telling the truth wasn't always a good thing - the 'right' thing sure, but what good was that when most people didn't even want to hear it? Still, he shook his head in response to his companion's quest. "No, like I said - never noticed anything and 'sides, I'm a pretty blunt dude myself so it wouldn't put me off hearing that. I think I'd rather hear the truth even if it's brutal than listen to someone try and bullshit me," He admits, wondering if his earlier offer and proclamation of friendship had come off as too forward - maybe even off-putting, after all this guy must be pretty lonely - whether by choice or not and he had just made a pretty bold and big proclamation just then. Really, he had just spoken without thinking - his instincts kicking in. In that moment he'd seen someone who in his mind - needed a friend - and without hesitation, he'd stepped in. Had it come off as condescending or pitying even if he hadn't meant for it, too? Man, had he exactly gotten himself into a pickle, here...?! Either way, he wouldn't take it back - he stood by what he said and he wasn't going to turn his back on this person just because he'd embarrassed himself. "I mean, why not?" He tilts his head to the side, his optimistic front refusing to falter even in the face of these questions. "Uh, I dunno so much about the improbable rebuttal part but you've got yourself a challenge there! I'll take your wager and show you that that you're not a lost cause! Maybe by the end of this, we'll even be pals!"

[lightcreators]

For an outsider, it would be strange. It won’t be everywhere, inside any café, that house speciality would be something as exotic as curry, though, by the way the other Kurusu-san reacted, it was something he was quite accustomed to eat … It wasn’t as a repeat into a surprise that could be considered uncanny. Coming from an uncanny person, he would have been laughable at this point. Immediate smile that expressed harmless innocence welcomed his expression, as he remained glad to have transformed the atmosphere of their current conversation. Questions were supposed to be finished, as he pretty much got point of what he wanted having be recognized, as indirectly it has been, before becoming something from brutal coming from the chest of that man, nevertheless, he remained curious about some detail. ❝ Something about the curry is nostalgic? Like as tasting the Indian’s one before the Japan’s one? ❞ Only manner not to be perceived again inside an uncontrollable assholery was to adding playfulness inside that simple question. Having missing the memo to him he remained a detective, hence have to investigate when he could --- in which he was grateful his double forgot that memo --- remained an amusement ground that he could keep for himself. ❝ You will surely appreciate the curry down that place, it’s worth the price and it’s delicious. ❞ He had no particular reasons to degrading their relationship once more, and he noticed breathing change of his behavior helped.

It was terribly lucky for that other Kurusu-san he remained ignorant of the Phantom Thieves. It remained terribly good for him he had no particular reason to perceiving him as someone problematic into his plans. If his theory was right, it won’t be something he would saw every day, and it was an occasion to know more --- in which, here, he would have his space to do whatever he wants and expressing whatever he desired. ❝ I don’t remember you mentioning classes. Right. Coming from the countryside or a city nearest of Tokyo? What do you studying by the way? You’re rather find the interesting person to help you on your studies. ❞ It remained expressed with innocence. At the current point of time, anytime he wanted, he could check if he was existing to begin with into their world, and oh, wasn’t near another lie. In front of him, it might become funny.

Answer he actually received. Demonology? Oh, best he didn’t mention that kind of domain wasn’t something that could be learn into a usual university, or whatever happening in the Metaverse won’t be big surprise to anyone. Looking back to his own Personas, that particular domain seemed pretty much another funny coincidence. Since he had considered kindness, he decided pretending it looked totally normal inside his Tokyo. It would be his later surprise he probably betrayed himself a big time in front of him, but where would be the fun if he couldn’t let him confessing himself easily? ❝ Fashion … ❞ He had a hard time imagining him creating outfits, but not judging on a cover was something that could be easily reproached to him. Besides, as inclined he was to having the amusing thoughts concerning his words, he considered otherwise that topic about demonology. It was something he was studying aside that scholarity, hence, it could be considered as something valid --- though, there was no official texts regardless, not something that could be considered as certified by the state. ❝ It seems religion have an important place for you … there is something inside the demonology that interest you the most? Curious about the immensity of the demons existing around? Watching you, I wasn’t imagining you studying fashion, and oh, where are you into it since you’ve mentioned having a major on Religious History? Did you get a P.H.D? ❞ If he was into a university, current Kurusu-san he knew would be younger than him, then. There is nevertheless a smile given by sudden compliment he received. ❝ I am. Though as much we seem to look similarity in age, I might look younger to you somehow --- Among the elites, I just searching my place, since need to conciliate responsibilities. Already in the adult’s world meanwhile enjoying my current life much I can --- ❞ Since some streets were well-known, he showed from his gaze the concerned café, in which he wished that other Kurusu-san was here afterwards got his message, for having less wait to deal with. ❝ Which make me known for be around many refined locations. ❞

"Curry?"

That got his attention. Soma's mind immeditely went to the curry the skeleton butler would make, and the curry he could produce with its soul. OF course Soma kept the butler around for more than just creating curry for him (or any other full course meal if he wanted!!!) but also to clean, because goodness knows Soma was a tired college boy.

"I'd...actually like that. I'm rather fond of curry, besides sweet foods and drinks, something about curry...is nostalgic."

When at last he can sense the other becoming more kind to him, or well as close as kind as this Akechi could be, he none the less smiled in a disarming way.

"....About a few days. It's been a few days probably since I came here. As I said before, college classes take a lot out of me, and I live just outside of Tokyo, so admittedly news in Tokyo, while it reaches others well I don't have a TV. And I'm usually involved in my studies."

....

"You would be surprised how consuming studying fashion is. I was studying demonology as a fun side project, when I was majoring in Religious History, but even for me my brain could not focus and so I switched my majors."

As they eventually walked and approached the cafe he grew curious as to how this other was like. Kurusu was not uncommon, but not common either.

"Are you in any classes? You look no older than me."

[lightcreators]

Brightest smiles weren’t as they used to be … or sometimes turned misunderstood since for someone, it looked like a madness expression when it was barely casual (he shouldn’t hit on Jackson randomly, nevertheless, couldn’t say he appreciated how he was perceived wrongly sometimes by the concerned) … nevertheless he attempted an insisting reassuring smile. We can, she expressed. We must, he would rather bring. Particular boredom and exasperation --- associated to other feelings he would prefer not thinking at the moment --- emerged when that portion of the obscurity had to be considered evil … and oh, about outcasts, besides himself, his invisible protector must have a liking on those, mh? Existence wasn’t going to be easy on her. Existence would be surprising if he escaped somewhere his father’s rule to end up inside unexpected turmoil. On his side, he was incarnating these virtues as much he might given another first impression, though needed yet to learn one manner to behave when it concerned involving himself inside circumstances that might exceeded his rights. ❝ I’m aware it won’t be easy. It hadn’t been easy. Hold yourself to the reminder it’s always worth it. ❞ After, considering he could kill someone anytime he liked, and his invisible protector and some sunshine boy would punch someone that hurt him (and maybe Hades giving his opinion), hardly he could be worried if really something horribly bad happened to him. One terror would be displeased and would want compensation though blood. When that second question came, a moment of hesitation passed though dark eyes. There was a high probability he might be watched regardless differently at the second if he admitted frontally, it was the Greek God of the Underground, who get a deep affection for people into their casual situations. ❝ Hmmmmm … someone that usually scare people when his name is told, even his name is rather not frontally say … ❞ He rightfully admitted before pondering in which manner he could introducing his father without saying the name. ❝ The ruler of the Greek Underworld … ❞ He confessed. ❝ Which create usually emotive first reactions once that knowledge is shared … ❞

"I suppose we can. Thank you. I try to be kind, and understanding." She truly does. Though she doesn't often receive it in return, she does try her best to embody those virtues. And who knows? Perhaps it will catch on. She doubts it, somehow. But she would appreciate it if it would. "Oh? Who's your father?" She wonders. Her own father isn't terribly accepting of her. So she hopes he isn't dealing with a similar situation. That is a fate she wouldn't wish on anyone, especially someone who's being as kind to her as he is.

[lightcreators]

@motylheir continue from here

He was gazing towards the starry night and soon hues noticed someone slowly approaching...

Perhaps the juvenile needed to hear those words. He would hear them from someone eventually he was aware it would happen. Alois felt slightly better, he would not deny it. However it also concerned him much about how in the world Malfoy was aware of a thing regarding his personal's issues.

Pale hand abruptly grabbed the other by the colar. Blue eyes stared at the other quite irritated at such audacity. ❝ What do you fuck know ? ❞

Without  context  attached  to  his  sentences,  his  reassurance  might  look  strange.  There  was  an  anticipated  consciousness  on  it,  and  it  would  be  surprising  if  he  ---  they  ---  just  accepted  that  uncanny  reflection  moment  without  anything  to  express.  Consciousness  of  the  obscurity  outside  triggered  remembrance  concerning  a  difficult  night  ahead  of  him:  in  which  sleep  will  be  little,  in  which  he  would  attempting  to  distract  himself,  in  which  he  would  have  other  manners  to  get  pleasant  games,  and  accidentally,  self-controlling  himself  not  to  put  some  wonderful  mess  just  because  he  could.  Words  choices  had  been  important,  and  yet,  maybe  he  told  too  much.

Alois  Trancy.

The  boy  he  has  been  (as  his  imposter).  The  boy  that  he  wanted  to  become.

The  boy  in  which  his  mere  presence  served  simply  to  honouring  every  day  his  mere  existence,  his  entire  legacy,  everything  he  could  remember

Another  self-control  has  been  imposed  to  searching  communications  simply  with  words.  Actual  inner  reaction  that  he  wanted  to  bring  was  to  giving  to  that  boy  gentle  hug  he  ---  they  ---  never  asked  for,  while  fragile  mental  barriers  falling  apart  in  the  second.  However,  it  remained  a  risky  move,  and  getting  rejection,  regardless  if  circumstances  would  remain  complicated  to  explain,  from  Alois  Trancy�� himself,  would  break  him  apart.  Whatever  if  it’s  was  coming  from  a  potential  same  imposter  as  he  has  been,  whatever  if  it’s  was  coming  from  the  real  one  –  he  didn’t  give  a  fucking  shit,  he  wouldn’t  be  able  to  emotionally  processing  a  reflection  of  someone  he  lost  didn’t  wanted  him  around. There  was  a  high  chance  to  begin  with,  by  the  moment  their  conversation  finished,  if  manner  totally  harmless,  some  mirrors  get  themselves  broken  out  of  nowhere,  as  he  will  be  totally  unable  to  perceiving  one  fragment  of  his  reflection  afterwards  had  saw  him.  He  missed  that  hair.  He  missed  these  emotional  ocean  eyes.  He  missed  that  particular  angelic  handsomeness  that  he  owned,  when  he  barely  considering  himself  having  an  appropriate  subjective  opinion  on  the  matter  after  some  shit  …  Even  by  just  respectfully  watching  him,  he  disliked  even  more  the  obscurity  inscribed  in  his  eyes,  as  a  shadow  had  passed,  and  previous  spark  of  a  previous  life  couldn’t  awaken  again.  He  loathed  his  hair,  as  blonde  so  far  it  remained,  though  not  having  the  possibility  to  get  a  haircut  like  him  ---  he  could  though  magic,  but  he  preferred  avoiding  imitation  performance  without  the  explicit  confirmation  of  the  main  concerned,  when  he  was  already  trapped  into  a  reflective  performance  ---  …  and  he  didn’t  even  want  to  speak  about  the  rest.  Acknowledgement  of  these  details  already  giving  him  desire  to  smash  his  head  against  the  wall,  in  which  a  mixture  of  despair,  sadness,  and  self-loathing  cannot  be  explained.  It  wasn’t  something  that  can  be  said, ignoring  how  to  confess  more.

Since  they  were  made  in  the  same  wood,  he  would  be  the  last  person  in  the  world,  at  the  moment,  to  complain  or  comment  about  the  reaction  he  received  in  return.  It  was  a  risky  move.  It  was  a  roulette  in  which  there  was  all  glorious  luck  he  gets  unlucky  on  this.  Coincidence  or  not,  there  weren’t  many  people  around  calling  themselves  Alois  Trancy,  neither  sharing  same  appearance  that  he  has  been  once,  back  into  that  Victorian  time.  Experience  might  be  disconcerting  for  the  other  end  ---  as  much  appearances  would  differ,  each  potential  word  that  might  leaving  his  lips  would  resonating  into  their  most  inner  intimacy  inn  which  no  one  else  other  than  themselves  knew.  No  reaction  happened  when  he  got  grabbed  by  the  collar,  as  he  anticipated  he  might  explode  a  bolt  sometime  later  for  reflecting  the  moment.  Concerning  that  simple  question  pulled  to  his  face,  well  …  by  which  part  starting  the  answer?  Did  it  was  appropriate  to  pulling  some  old  man  reference  somewhere,  in  which,  he  was  certain,  the  sound  of  knowing  that  fucking  asshole  alive  possibly,  might  just  giving  him  desire  to  pull  that  motherfucker  right  back  into  the  bottom  of  Tartarus  in  which  he  was  belonging?  In  which  manner  he  could  twisting  actual  events  for  exposing  the  truths  without  illusions,  without  neither  exposing  his  ---  they  ---  heart  at  the  face  of  each  other?  Calm  words  preferred  to  be  used.  He  could  play  that  annoyance  game  with  him,  but  it  was  a  void  fight  as  he  would  reflecting  back  in  one  way  or  another  or  exposing  further  content  of  his  ---  their  ---  soul.  ❝   I’ve  has  been  here  before,  a  long  time  ago  …  and  I  promise  to  myself  it  won’t  never  happening  again.  Never.  ❞  Or  that  world  would  burn,  was  thoughtfully  added,  as  it  wasn’t  something  that  cannot  be  said  towards  a  main  concerned  that  might  share  the  feeling.  Accidentally,  it  was  a  straightforward  confession  he  would  never  let  a  thing  happening  to  him  ---  them  ---  Once  upon  a  time,  he  would  have  loved  heard  such  sentences.  Should  he  ask  concerning  that  old  asshole?  Truthfully,  he  hesitated.  Though,  at  his  last  sentence,  an  dellisisionned  smile  accepted  to  born,  inside  a  mixture  of  anger  and  sadness.  ❝ Though,  it  seems  life  appreciate  to  pull  jokes  on  me.  ❞  Best  that  sentence  remaining  without  context,  as  depending  how  that  conversation  goes,  there  was  fifty  chance  he  might  not  end  up  emotionally  destroyed.

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You  can’t  possibly  do  all  of  this  alone.

He  sensed  something  inside  her  eyes  who  resonated  highly  as  he  brought  up  that  Altas  comparison.  Wasn’t  the  first  time  such  conversation  happened  before?  Impression  of  how  emotionally  Sola  at  the  moment  he  had  been  exposing  quietly  that  concerned  didn’t  missed  him,  but  preferred  to  remain  polite  not  to  point  that  out.  Concerning  his  own  place  inside  the  universe  ---  concerning  how  he  decided  to  protect  whole  Earth  ---     ❝  I  expecting  to  myself  to  be  able  to  save  everyone  of  universe  unknowns  threats.  By  pulling  that  expectation  of  myself  humanity  look  at  me,  expecting  me  to  act  that  way.  ❞  There  was  something  coming  from  the  inner  of  his  soul  that  screamed  that  reality.  He  wanted  to  save  everyone.  Avoid  death  and  conflict  when  it  wasn’t  necessary,  protect  this  planet  of   comic’s  threats.    ❝  Wasn't my  own  decision  I made a long time ago ?  Isn’t  the  path  I  chosen  for  myself?  ❞

He  remained  inside  a  path  in  which  no  possible  mistake  can  be  made.

He  stayed  inside  a  journey  when  one  tiny  mistake  can  be  fatal.   

Inside  every  decision  he  was  making,  he  needed  to  do  the  right  decision,  with  awareness  of  the  potential  consequences  he  would  need  to  anticipate,  with  the  potential  human  stress  coming  about  in  which  measure  that  decision  remained  the  best  compared  to  all  possible  proposed  alternatives,  while  having  righteousness  to  assuming  such  choice.  Not  doing  any  kind  of  mistake,  no  matter�� how  complicated,  no  matter  how  difficult  circumstances  were,  was  something  terribly  hard.  Sure,  there  was  another  perspective  offered  thanks  to  the  Justice  League.  Couple  of  disagreements  he  shared  concerning  Batman’s  solutions  who  were  far  more  radical  than  him  (and  accidentally  giving  him  a  strange  sentiment  in  the  stomach,  as  he  was  certain  he  perceived  such  radicality  somewhere,  and  it  wasn’t  coming  only  from  Luthor’s  symbol  trademark)  that  displeasing  him  much  of  time.  Nevertheless,  with  the  Justice  League,  he  wasn’t  going  to  eternally  remind  them  he  remained  the  alien.

Connection  he  shared  with  Sola,  mentally,  sometimes,  he  accepted  he  wouldn’t  probably  get  the  answer  of  the  various  unknown  questions  resonating  inside  of  him.  Around  her,  what  sounded  something  usual  could  be  perceived  otherwise,  as  how  each  daily  life  remained  around  that  compromising  of  responsibilities  echoed  with  strange  familiarity.  He  placed  himself  in  a  manner  the  chessboard  could  fit  him  best  …  but  by  moments,  he  had  the  impression  he  had  brought  here  not  only  by  his  own  parents  …      ❝  Knowing  things  is  a  good  point  for  help  a  reporter,  but  help  heavier  shoulders?  ❞  He  mused  playfully,  as  the  closeness  between  them  was  something  he  didn’t  searched  more  explanations,  as  there  was  that  immediate  happiness  spreading  on  his  face.  He  appreciated  the  comforting  closeness  and  gesture  he  received,  as  he  sensed  an  embarrassment  to  have  …  complained  …  about  his  own  situation.     ❝  Your  skills  might  develop  inside  another  manner  if  you  honestly  want  to  help  me.  ❞

Sola had took a deep breath, her eyes locked to Clark's. The world was on his shoulders that much was true, everything seemed to be ... harder for him that it would have been for her if their roles were reversed. She had to deal with a single person but also the vastness of her abilities made her see a lot of things. Clark was earth's savior so to speak. His reference to being Atlas holding up the world made sense for him. She knew him in countless of lives and across vast universes. The real him so to speak. "Earth depends on you to save it from the unknowns of the universe. They expect so much of you and you give everything to be that being for them. I know it's hard, Clark. You can't possibly do all of this alone." Yes, he had the Justice League and the like to help him but Sola was referring to his personal life. He needed someone to help him that understood what was expected of him. To help him in his endeavors. Even for her, it was as a bystander -- and mostly charged with keeping an eye on certain things and certain people. People she was forever connected to and Clark was one of them. Her hand went to his shoulder, gently rubbing his soothingly. "Please let me help you, Clark. You know I could, in my own way. I know things." Her voice was soft and calm in his ear. She meant her words too, she was there for him, all versions of him.

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During  one  tiny  second,  he  forgot  it  wasn’t  his  tutor  ---  well,  in  some  way,  it  still  remained  his  tutor,  but  not  like  that  tutor  he  thoughtfully  get  immediate  mental  picture  of  ---  when  it  won’t  serve  nothing  to  searching  to  escape  right  away  authority.  Already,  his  opportunities  to  get  an  appropriate  fun  in  manner  he  honestly  desired  has  decreased  to  the  strict  minimum  and  little  crumbs  …  who  was  even  further  the  case  here,  when  a  man  owning  magic  wasn’t  well  perceived.  In  which  he  would  love  to  understand  that  echo  sentiment  in  the  atmosphere,  as  for  some  reason,  his  presence  down  there  remained  far  more  valid,  and  even  further  to  showing  all  these  distorted  illusions  …  Margin  for  showing  some  golden  butterflies  twisting  or  revealing  some  truths  remained  limited.   Oh,  concerning  careless  part?  He  forgot  how  many  times  it  remained  main  received  complain.  ❝   Helping  actually.  Helping  with  less  restraints  on  my  part  …  ❞  He  answered  as  he  attempted  to  be  reassuring  inside  his  tone.  Problems  with  paradoxes  is  that  it’s  forced  him  to  say  the  truth,  and  annoyance  it  created  inside  him,  unbelievable  indeed!  ❝   I know, you  can  lecture  me  about  how  dangerous  it’s  was, but it was worth the attempt, don't you think ? ❞

@lightcreators ♡ for one-liner starter.

❝   that   was   unbelievably   careless.   what   were   you   trying   to   do   exactly?   ❞

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Vagueness remained appropriate method to engage a conversation with this topic. Though, there was always easy solution to watching over another’s one soul, there was sentiment of disrespect coming from it, preferring hanging towards the sensations. Impressions were clearly enough for presenting himself and hoping get another bonding in middle of upcoming discussions. Nevertheless, he noticed, by the manner he expressed his last sentence, maybe confusion distilled about who could be his father.  There was a shorter moment of inner embarrassment and annoyance, as he wished escaping revelation of his father’s name so early in the topic, but pondered, maybe, his name resonate would be fine with her … Cleaning his throat, there was yet a remnant of hesitation, when black eyes reached some comfort somewhere around his surroundings before attempting one gesture in the answer’s path. ❝  Hmmm …. Hades? ❞ He dropped the name like it was no big deal, as he internally hoped an positive. ❝  Watching upon the wealthy isn’t what he currently do? ❞ An second meaning needed to be added towards that particular term he used, as it didn’t mean to be solely focused upon money's value …

"Oh?" Ula says with a curious expression on her face. Is she the royalty he's talking about? She still isn't sure.

"Oh, really? Who is your father?" She can't help but wonder. She has never heard of anyone being above her mother, the Queen of the sirens. Nor did she ever think such a thing was possible. After all, her mother is not the type to listen to others unless she sees the value in it. And she doesn't, often.

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Umineko Episode 6

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Happy birthday Battler ❤️

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