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ALNST VERSE: a rebel who works alone, having understood the importance of such the hard way. he’s gotten quite a few close brushes with death and imprisonment due to this, but his wary and distrusting nature prevents anyone from getting too close.

HSR VERSE: a mercenary who’s contracted under the ipc’s oswaldo schneider. the orders he receives leave a foul taste in the young man’s mouth, yet he is in no position to fight back.

HQ VERSE: aoba johsai’s resident third year guitarist and aspiring idol!!  when he’s not practicing he’s probably holed up in a dark corner somewhere working on music. somehow, his grades are still kept afloat.

・▏ first meeting please

/ baby (grown ass man)

@powrhouse,                   here.. ?? in /this/ place, of all spots you could’ve chosen? bro, we’re on the edge of a cliff.

     `     'm  still  not  movin'.  you  can  leave .. I'm  waitin'  here!   :'( 

@powrhouse,                .. ? i can’t babysit you!

@powrhouse,                 uh, no thanks. no cursed spirits for lunch today.

     `    yeah   ...  it's  [crunch]  good !  ..   want  some?  

@powrhouse,               .. you are. eating a cursed spirit.

@powrhouse,                 you’re kidding. and this isn’t even your tallest -         (  …  )         holy fuck. don’t /ever/ be taller than this, or i think i’ll have a mental breakdown.

    `   huh?   I  dunno,  'm  pretty  short  right  now -  normally  I'm  waayyyy up  there. 

@powrhouse,                 /little/?! no, you’re just too fucking tall.. 

   /  /  do it do it do it 

@powrhouse,                 nah.. i wanna sleep. leave me aloneeee.

      `     it  definitely  does!   H-   hey  don't  fall  back  to  sleep !!  I  wasn't  done  talkin'  to  ya !   

@powrhouse,               y’know, sometimes a spot doesn’t have to be comfy for you to fall asleep. you’ve just got to be tired enough.. zz

@INCEPTIOND           [did he have any aspirations? of course he did. his brows furrowed, was it hard to believe that satoru was moulded by the same flesh and blood as seonghyun was? although perhaps it would be easier, if the sorcerer hadn’t been born with a human heart. for only a second, he swears his heart beat begins to thump into the depths of his chest cavity. it would almost pierce his very bones, eyes fluttering close as a hand ghosts over his mouth.]      i do, i wanted to make sure that nobody else would have to be exploited like we were.      [the bitterness swirled in his mouth. tongue brushing against his upper set of teeth, satoru’s eyes narrowing for a moment. the platinum—blonde thinking carefully, recalling the memories of everyone     ..everything. it made his breathing hitch, fall shallow—but only for a moment.]      that’s all.

@6THEYES,                     ⋆  the quiet is chilling. ice that creeps into his veins like a mouse in a tunnel, slow yet so very deliberately that he feels every second that it intensifies. seonghyun suppresses a shiver, despite how warm it was that day. it’s an involuntary thing, the way one hand moves to curl around the other limp arm, pressing it close to his side. it is not until gojo asks that he realises.. how /much/ of gojo does he even know? did he even know him? dull hues flicker around the room, taking it all in. the plainly painted walls, the threadbare carpet and the minimal furniture. this does not look like a /home/, he thinks. he doesn’t verbalise it.  ⋆                if nobody’s asked, then..                ⋆   his breath catches in his throat. he doesn’t know whether what he’s doing is right or wrong, whether it will form the beginnings of an understanding or only drive a deeper rift between them.. one that he created and split wide open with his own two hands.  ⋆                 .. aah, i don’t know. it’s really hard to ask questions, especially when you know nothing at all.          (  …  )          do you have any aspirations, gojo?

@INCEPTIOND        [satoru is quiet, uncharacteristically so. by now, the platinum—blonde would have ran off into a new tangent, would have found some way to pester seonghyun. then he would laugh by the ravenette’s reaction, loud and obnoxious just as his personality should be. however, it was just silence. the kind that clutches your chest cavity, and pushes all the air outside of your lungs. it became harder to breathe, and satoru thought that he was tempted to be the one to step out his own apartment. if he didn’t know better, he knew that seonghyun was judging him. the way the suite was mute, cold. devoid of any decorations, and while the other attempted to find something—anything that would clue him in on who satoru    (not gojo)    was.]      nobody really asks.     [it was bitter, it was the truth. lips press together, and gojo can’t help but snicker at it. top set of teeth bite into his bottom lip. however, what represented the majority of his pain was the way his hands would clench. nails sharply cut through skin enough to bleed—and it would. a mindless habit, but one that regulated himself.]       you never bothered to asked either, seon—nin. too busy hating me,     [it comes out in a sing—song tone, almost mocking,    /teasing/]      what would you like to know?

∗     curious or soft :3  !!

What did i even do

@6THEYES,              u are making 0 sense

@INCEPTIOND   Um yeah. Im literally the princess here.