#ғᴀʀ ғʀᴏᴍ ʜᴏᴍᴇ.crossover

[recxrdend]

ʀ . cream and sugar

@jokaito from xxx

the rain is quite harsh. they hit the ground like bullets and caused him to prevent himself from going ahead and walking home directly. never had he ducked so many times under buildings in such a short period; to many onlookers it would look comical. sojiro had already assured him that it was indeed better to wait since he doesn’t want him ‘ to walk in like some sort of wet dog ’.

gray eyes peek up from his glasses as he turns around around and sees a familiar face. he stands still and a small pops up on his face “ ah! hello there. it’s nice to see you again, ”he says as he gives her a wave. then he raises his other hand and gives an assuring gesture. “ and it’s alright; you must have been busy. glad to hear my advice has helped. ”

a silent thank you is gifted when she shares a spot underneath the umbrella with him. “ i did in fact; each week i get taught something new. it’s really exciting! i couldn’t have been more grateful towards my boss than i think i could. ”

kazue gives him a warm smile. he’s quite a bit taller than she, so she has to stretch out to make sure he was covered. “Are you heading towards the cafe? I don’t mind going that way with you - I was just exploring the city, getting a better feel for it.” she smiles warmly at him, already pulling out her new phone to check the direction. she’d saved the cafe’s address to return to, and it made her feel much better to know that she had a quiet, safe place to return to.

she glances at her phone, not at all surprised by the notification she’d received. casra. it was an inquiry as to her job search. she’d made it back to her time, but casra and the rest of the six pillars had agreed there must have been something important if she had been sent back to that time in particular, and as such she was to continue working here.

but she needed a job.

[recxrdend]

ʟ . means

@maljefe: xxx

   “It better fucking be.” Toe of her boot harshly kicks the charred body before her eyes glancing over the carcass as she let out a soft hum of approval, “After all the effort I put in to kill this bastard and make sure he stayed that way I’d be livid if a damn fire didn’t do the fucking trick once and for all.”

   Brows crinkle as expression sours, the wolf recalling the last time she had ‘ killed ‘ him. For some reason a stake to the heart hadn’t done what it should have, and so this time she went a step further using flame to dispose of the his person after she had stabbed him through the heart, “– Wait, you’re taking this extremely well. Uh… Who are youse again, and why doesn’t this freak youse out.”

kazue peers curiously over at the body, short-cropped hair obscuring her eyes slightly as she watches. “for your sake I hope he’s dead too then.” she’d watched some of the fight from a distance, but had been very wary of approaching while the battle was in progress, content to wait it out for an opportunity to meet the stranger. she needed a guide, and who better than miss Loni?

after all, kazue had no papers, no way off of this new, mysterious version of Earth, and from what she could tell, she had no means of making money without the information network or favor of someone high on the food chain. the inevitable question is asked, and she shrugs, kicking a pointed heel over the ground. “I’m Kazue Ko.” Blunt introductions would have to do for now - she didn’t know anything about this Loni woman aside from what she’d heard at the bar - and all she’d heard there was don’t piss her off.

Helpful stuff, that.

“And you stopped short of eating them, so you’re not all that high on my weirdness meter.” she adds, thoughtful. Ugh. One memory she would have been happy to lose was [Double] eating [Loser].

[recxrdend]

s . indomnitable

kazue’s tongue clicks off the roof of her mouth. lucky her, there is none within viewing distance that can see her display of crass manners, and she sighs as she quickly makes her way over the landscape. this is only her second excursion to this particular world, and she had been been expecting more than a ruined landscape.

when she encountered odin again, she was going to have words with the supposed immortal that kept getting her kidnapped to another domain. what a day. she would tell casra, and he’d laugh himself silly at her. it’s a faint tickling of her senses at the edge of her awareness.

power.

it saturates the approaching stranger as though he was born from it, a thick curtain of warped energy announcing his presence for those with the ability to see such. she turns, as is only respectful, to greet the approaching stranger.

                                                                       kidnapped to a world not her own yet again,                                                                        the GUARDIAN has encountered @breselin                                                                        the true one winged angel.

[recxrdend]

ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ғʀᴏᴍ: xxx from @kenkaze

“great!” she beams up at him, pointing at a nearby picnic table for him to take a seat. when he’s seated (taking his sweet damn time), she places it in front of him, gently opening the in front of his scrutinizing gaze. it’s one of those modern two-layered ones, and she unhooks the first layer free to display the contents of both. the lower layer is stuffed with cold-baked salmon drizzled with soy, steamed sticky rice, and crisp veggies. the second has her personal favorites - a section of tempura chicken, a variety of sushi balls, and candied yams, set aside with a sealed container of miso and tofu soup.

“you never told me what kind of food you liked, and since you’re helping me out all of the time, I thought I’d thank you with a meal.” she sits across from him, procures two chopsticks that materialize out of nowhere, offering him a pair.

[recxrdend]

“It’s a brisk walk away. And by walk I mean run.”

kazue blinks. “sounds… fun?” she is unsure of what stamina hew new boss carries, but she can run. granted, she’d had to work on it initially with her new murder heels after she’d consolidated her most recent GUARDIAN image. she stands up anyways, quickly checks the weather so that miss loni will not be running headlong into a storm of hail, rain, and monsoons. (it was that time of year and like hell was kazue letting her boss get sick.) she is swift, darts past gloriously smooth reflexes to force her boss into a thick, gloriously soft jacket she’d kept in her storage system. the fur is of a species not known to this land, a luxurious feature that would set any lady of status to purring.

she snatches her feathered collar mantle, which is waterproof and freshly clean. “is this going to be a run like we have something with lots of big scary teeth after us or just a oh shit we’re late kind of run? because if it’s the first then we can probably stop for tea.”

                                                                ᴛʜᴏᴜsᴀɴᴅ ғᴇᴇᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ - a.

[recxrdend]

ᴋ . dawn

the problem with being thrown into the past inexplicably as according to the whims of a supernatural deity was that she was unable to speak to anyone other than Xiao. the new recorder of history was by far and large amused by these incidents rather than irritated, but kazue felt them to primarily be irritants. however, they provided her with a modicum of peace, away from the fawning crowds and broken memories she inevitably trailed behind her.

here she could forge a new memory, a new world and home for her heart to rest.

the limited technology meant she was mostly on her own - even with the burgoning power of ether - or reishi as it was known by the last unique individual she’d met in this barely flourishing town.

as she thought of him, he appeared, a mirage in the misty morning. her blades are pointed down, their sunbeam color cutting through the early morning’s darkness, her bright clothes a beacon for others despite the idea that perhaps she should change.

(idols don’t change without a reason)

a smile breaks over her features, warm as the dawn. “Muguruma.” she means no rudeness - she doesn’t understand honorifics or their purpose - never has. “it is good to see you are well and safe.” their interactions had been brief.

                                                  @kenkaze has met the GUARDIAN once more                                                   after a century and a half between their last                                                   unintended meeting.

[recxrdend]

ʏ . rules of engagement

@symbolicpeace: from xxx

“Hmm?” The woman next to him sounded rather alarmed, and All Might turned over the conversation held loudly moments ago next to them in his head to process. “Ah! Yes, they said something about a large villain attack at the mall.”

It was weird, not being the one to be responding to such situations anymore; retirement was a difficult game of patience and faith. Quickly enough his phone is flipped open and he showed the alert to the woman.

“Do not worry, it seems several agencies have already dispatched a response. Were you planning to head that way miss?”

h-how casual of him.... kazue herself was not used to humans maliciously going after one another. clones? yes. some particularly violent rogues? certainly. but regular attacks by other humans towards other humans? she’s not sure if she should be worried or not. he sounded like it was all under control - and good grief, she really needed a phone for this world - but it was alarming to see it, especially given her own need to protect humanity.

“N-no. I’m looking for someone, and they’d probably be as far from this conflict as possible,” she mutters, glad she had stocked up on weapons and medicine in case the fighting did come her way. she glances at her companion. he seemed almost deathly thin, and on instinct, she splits the chocolate stuffed bread in two, offering him half. “here.” she offers it without even thinking. a dull flush creeps up her cheeks as she realizes - belatedly - what she’d done. but she doesn’t pull it away.

[recxrdend]

ᴏ . lightborne

kazue’s lost. that’s not an unfamiliar state of being, for her, but this is a rarity even amongst her usual jaunts through time and space. she’d been heading to Omega, not this far away seeming land. thick forests with glorious red leaves, an eternal autumn around her. she’s aware that this world has an unusual fuel source - she’d come across a ruptured container with supposed ‘Dust’. a single use of this unusual powersource had her vomiting it up later - her body did not agree with this supposed ‘energy propellant’. now, she’d been wandering the forest, mismatched eyes scanning the treeline for any sign of civilization.

instead, she gets a low, menacing growl. black and red figures - so much like her DARKERs - prowl the area about her. they are foul creatures - not even the opposite of light, just the opposite of living. they do not belong, and she readies her guns, darting forward to fire bullets into their maws, unwilling to wait until they attacked first.

the creatures do not simply fade when slain by her however. they seem frozen in place, before melting away in a cloud of light - a sure beacon to anyone with curiosity.

and well. one such person had happened upon her. a gentleman with silver hair, cane held loosely as he observes the battle below.

                                                         @soultimed has the best timing - or perhaps worst.

[recxrdend]

ɢ . crystalline

this is not her usual battleground. many of these creatures are not even her usual fare. humanoids she understands. the tanks and the helicopters and the t-rexes she understands less. but these? kazue ducks beneath a set of snapping jaws, driving her beloved doublis home, up under the jaw to splinter the crystal mask to pieces, taking the foul beast with it.

these... she was unsure of their name, but they were not Phantoms, and so she would have left them alone had they not chosen to attempt to lay waste to her. these creatures typically knew their place - her strength made them flee, but these thought themselves a superior breed, only to be cut down in response. it’s not ideal, dodging so many of these in such a dark, depressing place, but she has little choice in the matter at the moment, and so she does what she must, shattering glassy masks and avoiding the danger in their crystals. she makes note of this place - it unsettles her and she knows instinctively that this is not a world in which she belongs.

most of them dissolve upon hitting the ground, destroyed with no will to hold them together. but in her distraction, kazue fails to notice the predator within her midst, watching the battle from a distance.

                                                             @cyansovereign has found an answer

[recxrdend]

ᴡ . lady of war

“good afternoon.” kazue greets the young woman politely. her horns glow faintly in the evening light, their ribbed spines pulsing with purple color. she’d ended up in atlas, and after some confused travelling, she’d found herself in atlas’s main city - at least, that was what her intelligence gathering had told her. more than one person has glared at her horns, and a few even called her a ‘filthy faunus’.

she was not impressed.

“i was wondering if you saw a part of a weapon around here?” she asks the frail-looking young woman. “i need to get it fixed.”

                                                        @fractaele has met the GUARDIAN in all her glory.

[recxrdend]

Isaac mused some to himself as he was roaming about. He had originally lost his target, another poor blonde woman--.. or rather another Irene to love. Oceanic hues did glance up once he felt a raindrop hit his blonde locks, only to soon find it building up into a sudden downpour. The rain clung to his skin and clothes, for he didn't care. It was just water, but to the outside, he must've seemed like quite the oddball standing there and observing the clouds above.

her hair is plastered to her face, an annoyed scowl curling over her lips as her silhouette is further impressed upon with the weight of the sky’s rage. she’s on a job for once, in a part of earth she’d never been to before. someone had gotten so lucky as to steal one of the prized weapons of her fellow ARKs. personally, she thought them stupid for actually losing their weapons, but she was bored and wanted a job, so this would have to do. she’d been looking for a reason to get some free time, so this would have to do. it isn’t until she crosses the street that she sees the strange boy, and she greets him with a brief wave.

“hello?” she hazards.

[recxrdend]

ᴛ . rogue

thank heavens for dash panels. they fuel her ability to run with lightning boosts of power in her veins, her jacket zipped and hood down as she seeks her target with lethal intent. the resurgence of Phantoms had brought with it the fear of humanity once more, leaving kazue and Huey to mitigate the fallout.

(she wishes he was here, if only to cheer her up when she felt blue as he typically did)

she blasts past the fleeing beast, notes that at some point one of the snake helicopters had joined the crystalline blue horde of ‘fashionable’ phantoms, before freeing a spear from within the confines of her storage, slamming it down into concrete to redirect her full force into the tail of the hovering craft. it is far more relaxing than usual to watch it fall, cutting its own to ribbons in the process. it gives her no pleasure to watch those so closely matching her features to fall... no pleasure, but a certain grim satisfaction. lips twist, and she looks up to observe the chill presence she had noticed out of the corner of her eye when the flashing blades had reflected their image.

they made no sign of hiding themselves, but when Hitsugi had reacted with confusion the last time she’d mentioned their oddly dressed visitors, she had assumed it was merely another thing only she could see once more. she unzips her jacket and nudges her hood back to position before glancing down at the scattered remains even as they began to fade back into ether. well. she would greet her mysterious watcher if they so allowed her to, and then she would go back to Oracle.

(a place that had once been home and was now no longer.)

legs tense as she kneels, before she pumps a little extra ether in, clearing the building with a single bound, landing lightly upon the rooftop closest to the stranger who shared her hair color- and much to her surprise when she pulls her shades down and engages their zoom-in function to gather a better look - her eye color as well. warmth swells within her ribcage - already she could tell that he would be among one that she could tolerate. well. hopefully he would tolerate her in return.

                                                             @ryusxnka has found the GUARDIAN doing her job.

[recxrdend]

" your aura feels ... odd. " ren caught themselves before they elaborated any further, narrowed magenta hue widening. cautious as they may be, they were curious too. " i'm sorry, that was rude. "

ᴇɴᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴜᴀʀᴅɪᴀɴ - aa

kazue tilts her head in the direction of the young stranger, a faint smile curling over her lips as she listens to them speak. Curiosity had been roused, and Kazue can only feel a sense of amused sympathy for their mixed confusion and wariness.

“does it?” she takes no offense, instead content to offer them a simple smile as she waves her hand towards the free seat at her table. “you’re the first i’ve met to tell me that.”

well. aside from that Ozpin fellow. but that was decades ago, and last she’d heard, he’d died.

shame.

[recxrdend]

ʙ . overlap

Karakura town. kazue knows that this place was rather strange - xiera had such a strange look upon her face while explaining this place to her - and her companion Hitsugi had admitted that the city itself was deeply strange. she’d chosen not to do anything with Hitsugi at the time for the girl’s safety - the apostle’s video had been leaked and she’d been accosted as a result of her newfound fame.

the barrier’s up! xiera’s voice is very cheery, and kazue nods her thanks, choosing not to deign her companion with an answer when she has already spotted something worthy of interest. The readings are unusual - ether did not typically concentrate in such ways, and she has to wonder what would cause it to act so unusually.

“how strange,” kazue murmurs, pulling a screen up to discover the source. she wasn’t very worried about being seen on the top of a rooftop - with Invisible Blade Mai’s overlay in place, kazue would only have to worry about Phantoms...

or the dead. her head snaps up at the sudden intrusion of her private space, drawing and leveling [Persona]’s gift defensively between herself and the possible threat. Better to be cautious than foolish.

“are you a phantom?” she had faced off against some of the mad phantoms from before - creatures with the strangest of masks. No phantom was truly articulate, but the ones in this strange town were capable of speech to a minor degree.

                                                                      @veinity has discovered a strange woman.

[recxrdend]

ᴄ . warp

she’s not exactly subtle, dressed in neon yellows, poking around materia cores curiously. she’d bought a handful of them with money she’d earned, and it fascinated her. they acted similarly to her photon arts, crafting and designing various uses with them. normally she wouldn’t dare to come so close to a human settlement, not with her horns so close to breaking the surface of her hair. but she’d been going nowhere, her investigations hitting a standstill.

so much like Photon Arts, and yet so far. she could not use them, a thought that frustrated her very being.

her design was not meant to make use of their magic, their skills, their power. she gives a frustrated little growl, turning on her heel to disappear into the quaint town’s surrounding countryside. there’s not much to do in this part of the world, as close as it is to the mysterious midgar.

she’d been warned away from going there - dangerous place that midgar, made monsters of men and corpses of women.

a sigh blows out of her lungs, explosive as the power within her purchased materia. here, out in the open, kazue finds a paradoxical safety in a wide-open space - with a gaze that could travel for miles in any direction she so chose. it gives her space to practice, to relax as she tries to figure out this confounding trickery. she doesn’t realize how, despite her diminutive stature, the sun glows off of her, the young woman appearing as though she is a miniature sun, reflecting the brilliant beams of light in every direction.

this is what another troubled youth comes across, the glowing of her blades and her body a jarring - striking - example of her otherworldly origin. when she sheathed them, they hover over her back, not touching her in the slightest as she turns, capturing his gaze in her own, though he cannot properly see hers given the shades she wears.

                                                                             @dromii has caught sight of one                                                                              that does not belong.

[recxrdend]

ᴠ . lightdrowned

there is a pale beauty to be found in the glossy tiles of this town. flowers bloomed over every surface not filled with elegant mosaics, and water was plentiful and abundant. it lacked the annoying sands of wopal’s research facility, yet retained an unearthly loveliness all the same.

[persona] could not have chose a more beautiful land to escape to, she thinks to herself, following behind the faint traces of their presence. [profound] had brought her to a great many strange lands, and yet this was by far the most beautiful she’d seen, the clear skies and watery channels creating light ripples that shone over every surface with sunlight. such beautiful worlds were not  the typical fare of [persona] - her other half hated to endanger innocent worlds, and usually sought out those already ruined as to spare the innocent. but [persona] never chose a destination without a reason. there was something she was meant to find here. what that may be was up to her to locate. so lost within her melancholy thoughts, she nearly ran into a young, blond-haired boy. instinct compels her to evade - spinning upon one heeled foot to twist out of the way, the two abreast one another rather than on a collision course.

“are you alright?” she asks, obvious concern on her features as she nudges her glasses down, peering up at the young blonde. even with her heels, she does not match his height. she refuses to allow herself to be annoyed by this fact, instead waiting patiently for an answer.

                                                      [persona] has sought one who shared her fate                                                       @wingbladed - help save a dying star.