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@teruuji [hq s.c.]

“Next time we do this drill, you’re not going to score.”

         Terushima had plenty of good spikes, some of which he had great trouble getting to. Despite his challenge towards the other, he gives a grin. Nothing like a little friendly COMPETITION while they’re working on their skills. Yet, for the time being, training was coming to a close for the day, only to keep giving it their all the following morning.

         Squirting water into his mouth, Daichi swallows and offers the half-full bottle to him. The words “best to stay hydrated” briefly flashed in his mind, before considering the gesture alone would hopefully convey the thought. 

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@engravite​ [hq s.c.]

“Ah... I promise those rumors aren’t true. I really am just a third year...”

        He always had that sinking feeling of people believing the FABRICATED stories that floated from person to person. Much to the contrary of what others believed, he was... quite the OPPOSITE. To think it would start to have players that weren’t familiar with Karasuno begin to believe that... Asahi’s shoulders slump at the thought, even in front of the other.

“Not that I think you believed either..! I just know a lot of strangers do...”

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@freiheitxdrang (For Vulcan!)

“I knew you had a knack for making crazy inventions like these, but I didn’t think you were capable of making them at breakneck speed.”

       The God of Fire and Smithing. A title that certainly matched the incomparable skills of their most recent recruit.  To have them on the team was a blessing, and he wouldn’t let his skills go to waste. It was all for the greater good after all. 

       Obi lifts up one of the smaller devices that Vulcan presented. A bit of heft to it, but much expected when heavier, more durable materials were used. Glancing back to Vulcan, he hopes he isn’t holding it in a way that would activate it. 

“Anything special item that I should know about the most?”

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@foliateface​  [s.c] 

“Last one, Asahi-san!” Fingertips flick the volley ball towards the target spot, letting the spiker do the rest.

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@galaxythixf​ [s.c.] (For his roomie, Ranmaru)

“I think we’re out of milk! I’ve been drinking these whipped coffee milks all day and you should really try it yourself!”

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@unanimuse​  [s.c] (For Shoyo ofc)

“Dude, it’s really late. Shouldn’t you be winding down a bit? At least getting a little tired?”

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@galaxythixf [S.C.] (For Zenitsu!)

“Put your back into it! How’d you even survive the trials if you’re this skittish!”

Bringing down the hilt of his sword onto the other’s head, he grows more frustrated at the other’s inability to cooperate. It was training, required of all demon slayers. Tanjiro had been the least of his worries, but now seeing who he was often paired up with, he had hoped it would be contagious to the other companions. 

A heavy sigh leaves his chest, looking down upon the other. 

“If you want to keep living, you need to work on how you angle your swing so it’s fast and it won’t get stuck in the demon’s neck.”

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@demonmoonrui [plotted s.c.]

            Hearing the sound of his somewhat beloved finch was the only reason he had pursued entering the mountain on his own. 

            Why did he have to be absolutely by himself to the mountain that he nearly died in? He only survived by being saved by a beautiful butterfly lady that he hardly believed was one of the great pillars of the demon slayer corps. He had much of his limbs shrunken and nearly spider-like... had it not been for her antidote. 

            His heart pounds the deeper into the forest he went, more vigilant than ever to make sure not a single spider landed anywhere near him. Just a sight of a web (or what he thinks is a web) resulted in him pulling his sword and waving it around aimlessly in terror. 

He hates this. He better hope Chuuntaro would be grateful for him coming to find him...

“Chuuntaro!” 

            Yelling off into the distance, his wavering voice remains. He doesn’t want to be here. His body is trembling as he continues forward. Soon catching a glimpse of a figure in the distance with more chirps. 

Could it be another demon slayer found him..? He seems to relax just a bit, starting to draw closer to the other...

“Have you seen a small bird around here..?”

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@somegremlin  [Poe S.C.]

Brushing the doll’s fabric with the pad of this thumb, Edgar looks rather unnerved with the design. A demonic smile with merciless eyes. The feeling of dread loomed over him the longer he stared at it. 

It had almost made him dismiss that the child seemed to have unintentionally dropped the thing. Perhaps to throw it away? Even then, wouldn’t it be better of discarded in a bin?

These thoughts were soon swept away, as his travel led him back to the small child. 

“Ah..! Excuse me, I think... this is yours.”

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@afortiicri  [S.C.] (For Akira!)

“Hey, you’re not busy are you? I was thinking about going on a run!” 

Resting an elbow on his friend’s shoulder, Ryuji looked more than determined to push himself farther than he has before. Though the pain in his leg had still given some trouble in the past, it was nothing compared to his sheer willpower to press on. Not to mention it always helped when they got to do it with a friend. 

Gently nudging the other, he finally pulls back and out of the other’s personal space.

“You’ve been working out too, haven’t you? Those shadows aren’t about to kick their own asses if we let a day go to waste!”

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@teenagerhallucinations [plotted s.c.]

              As slate grey eyes watches her depart from the group, the feeling of secrecy and hidden truths being held from him hangs in the back of his mind. It had been a long day for them all, especially now that the real event was coming into play, the feeling of exhaustion weighs heavily on the shoulders of the participants. 

The gentle light illuminates his face, staring down at the “card” displayed before him. 

Sage. 

              With an additional piece of information of the keymaster’s true identity. Though helpful, it was a dangerous role he played. Reveal it at all, and he may be the next one on the chopping block. Yet this doesn’t stop him from the plan he had in store. One that involved planning and cunning decisions. 

Once that was done, perhaps Sara would be more willing to talk after the plan had been set in motion.

              Time seemed more like an illusion the longer the night (or what he assumed was night) continued on. Most of them had turned in for the evening, wondering at what point another trade would be made (already two were committed)... or if everyone chose to accept their fates. Keiji quickly became one of the last ones to stay out. As Sou and Kanna are his biggest concerns. Should they conspire, surely that would mean some trouble for the rest of them. 

              Yet, with that said, he begins to make his way over to the room Sara resides in. Before he could even raise a hand to knock at the door, the sound of sobbing catches his attention. Cries that sounded all too familiar from his line of work. Though tired expressions wouldn’t stop her from smiling as though nothing was wrong, that couldn’t shake the sneaking suspicion of something being wrong. And this certainly proved that gut feeling correct. 

              Keiji knocks on the door a few times. Might as well check on her. The last thing she needed was to be stuck alone like that, while Gin and Nao would certainly be sleeping. 

“Hey, Sara. Mind if I come in for a second?”

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@diverse-hearts-ocs​ (For Ashley!)

        PERSONAL REQUESTS for the ADA were a rare thing to come by. At least, viable ones where they were outside of what normal police are capable of. Cases were usually distributed among the agency: threats of violence, terrorism, or a missing person, but Kunikida was the one who was given the job. One with only a bit of information, as more would be revealed upon discussion. Meet her at 3 o’clock SHARP. Which would be about 5 minutes until that very moment. 

        In the meantime, he starts to check off the tasks he had assigned himself to complete prior to the meeting. With much luck (and that he had been out with Atsushi), everything seemed to be in order. 

3 minutes. 

        Snapping his personal book shut, he tucks it safely into his back pocket, letting it rest until its services were needed once more. His focus now shifts to entering a new room, one where most of their one-on-one conversations with clients arrive. 

1 minute. 

        He takes a seat and folds his hands neatly upon cross legs. Any moment now. CURIOUS of what their help was needed for... which would hopefully be answered soon. 

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@electricea​  [s.c.]

“I will be fine. I can survive off of... 50 yen ramen packs.”

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@soufaked​ [Keiji S.C.]

The sound of whispers speak harshly to him. It had been one of those days where the skeletons that hide in his closet begin to crack open the door, grasping for the other’s skin, his clothes, whatever piece of him they could curl their bony fingers upon. Just seconds away from being yanked into the darkness that he desperately keeps himself away from. 

“...Hm?”

His head perks up, having been staring into space with such a disturbed expression. 

“Sorry, were you saying something?”

Guess he shouldn’t be left alone for too long, as his thoughts took over him.

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@galaxythixf​ (For Kai! BNHA Verse!)

“Guess I’m the guy getting assigned to supervise you.”

The approaching police detective heaves a small sigh. The case was certainly big, and he was one that had been assigned to take the lead. Though the information of the organization was limited, they would hopefully get new intel with their recent contact. 

It made him wonder if it this was a motive of doing the right thing, or getting the best deal on jail time before his group got caught and arrested?

“I’m only reading the file now, but it’s Satou, isn’t it? I’m Keiji Shinogi. I guess I’ll be the one also evaluating anything you say as useful and truthful.”

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@prodigiousvisions  [s.c] (For Mitsuri!)

“You’ve been rather quiet. Is something on your mind?”