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quickwits · 2 years
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    “ oh. it’s you. ”   he doesn’t say it with much enthusiasm, but there’s not a whole lot of disdain there, either. maybe... some part of him deep down is glad to find that shadow’s still here. few things remained as he remembered them.
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    “ are you here to see big brother ashton, too? you must be loitering out here for a reason, right? i’m assuming this is his house, anyway, with that... big ridiculous thing in front of it. ”     said ‘thing’ is a perfectly polished and waxed barrel shaped vehicle, resting in the driveway. geez, how embarrassing... ashton never changes, does he. @dxrkestmirror​    ——  starter!
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floradorned · 3 years
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      ❝  I’ve yet to consider brandishing a weapon against the diamond growth, but as I’ve no weapon to wield, it was an avenue of possibility I admit I overlooked.  ❞    The youth seems eager to try irregardless of how thickly the build up of mineral has accumulated, as it’s what lies beyond the encased doorway that he’s determined to get to. Haruki holds his tongue on any doubts he may have, choosing instead to stand back and let him make at least an attempt. The chances may appear slim, but his own understanding of the situation is too little to rule the proposed method out.      Thus, he steps aside, leaving the boy ample room to aim.       ❝  And what is it, may I ask, that you seek to obtain by breaking inside?  ❞                                                                            @dxrkestmirror;  shine bright !
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100pts · 4 years
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          “ Hey, kid. ”    it comes from a cardboard box that’s been discarded on the sidewalk: his current hiding spot until he musters enough resolve to begin the pressing task of looking around and making headway on his current situation. man... walking around, talking to strangers, critical thinking – it’s all too much work. he’d rather wait until someone happens into his path, which fortunately enough didn’t take very long. this shady looking child dressed in all black wandering around after hours definitely seems trustworthy for some questioning, he thinks. enough for him to prop himself halfway out of the box and call out to him, that is.
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          “ This city wouldn’t happen to have a name, would it? ”
             ❱❱      @dxrkestmirror​ ;   unprompted !
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bestowedquirk · 5 years
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@dxrkestmirror
– You’re sitting on the bus, trying to parse everything that’s happened together in your head. It all just… feels like one big blur. So much has happened in the span between when you woke up, left the hospital, and now. Your mom’s number isn’t in your phone, and you know with everything that’s happened she has to be worried sick about you. You almost don’t hear what’s happening a few feet away from you on the train. 
There are a couple kids talking loudly enough to break you out of your trance. They’re gossiping loudly about a kid nearby, about the one in the dark robes, clearly wanting him to hear the nasty things they’re saying about him. How he looks creepy, how they bet he’s actually a murderer. You bristle, remembering when the same thing would happen to you, not too long ago. And it just… it makes your blood boil. 
Leg in a splint or not, you stand up and bark at them. 
“Oh yeah, well is that the kind of person *you* really want to be? Someone who just assumes who a person is by what they look like?” 
Plenty of heroes looked like villains. There were even rankings in papers that listed them off in order of how much people thought it suited them. It always left a bad taste in your mouth, but you’re not about to sit by and watch someone say stuff like that about a kid.
“Well you don’t get to choose who he is. Only he gets to do that. So go ahead – run your mouth, it says a lot more about you than it does him.” 
The two clearly seem embarrassed for a moment, but then they laugh at you before brushing you off, getting off by the next stop. Nothing about the situation feels nice, or makes you want to smile as if you’ve done something good. But you couldn’t just stand there and watch. You sit down across the darkly clothed boy, eyebrows furrowed.
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“I’m sorry if that was embarrassing for you,” you say quietly, staring down at the ground. “I’m really bad at keeping my nose out of other people’s business but… what I said, I meant it. No one can decide who you are but you. So don’t let people like that get to you, okay?”
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sterrenlied · 5 years
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🎶 | SHADOW LINK // @DXRKESTMIRROR 001 // DREAMSCAPE STARTER CALL
✧*:・゚| ❝THANK you, Doctor O'Deorain,❞ he murmurs quietly, eyes focused on the DISAPPEARING figure of the tall, slim figured geneticist. He doesn't seem to focus on her, however, gaze piercing through the back of her skull and off far into the HORIZON. Nay, he's focused more on other features - his own. Long fingers rub at his worn wrists, until recently shackled and his toes wriggle as if he's not used to actual walking.
YOU can have FREE REIGN of your laboratory, she said.
HE'S only just now starting to believe her.
FLOATING, not walking, feeling objects move around him — does gravity exist for him anymore? He's more than simply surprised, NEAR OVERWHELMED, and when he assumes no one is around, he all but dances in midair.
UNTIL he sees it. A flicker of movement in the corner of his eyes. ❝Hallo. Are you lost?❞ The lad seems too young to be here, but before he could dwell on such a thought, it slips away, like the brush of a GHOST.
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