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[TEXT] - you’re gonna laugh, but can you pick me up at the police station? @autonomousxselves Aigis @ Junpei :3

When Junpei had gotten jolted awake from the sprawled ( if somewhat awkward ) comfort of the dorm's armchair by the sharp sound of his cellphone in his jeans pocket, he hadn't known what to expect, but he's pretty sure it wasn't a real text ━ it seemed all too often scammers found his phone first, and he was already half annoyed when he flipped it open, eyes squinting at the little screen, only for that train of thought of damn it, who woke me up?! and this better not be about some project he forgot about... to get snatched by the gear-shift and fried like children sticking fingers into bug-zappers.

he was on his feet stumbling as he shrugged on his faux-fur lined jacket and shouldering open the front door onto the front steps as his brain scrambled faster than he might've ever gone. Last minute study sessions and movie marathons and pretty girls who'd ghost him be damned, those legs hadn't moved like this in a long time.

Iori. / TXT: ━ What?! Whay happened?! Iori. / TXT: ━ Stay put! omw!!

it's a miracle he managed to spell any of those six words correctly as he ran, in full honesty.

( he'd never heard her use the phrase 'you're gonna laugh' before neither, did she hear it at school or something? it kind of gave him chills, but better yet, who the hell gave Aigis a phone?! could she just text from her brain this whole time or something?! spooky... )

patch . help my muse patch up a wound . - Shinji or Ken!

Shinjiro had always been able to handle pain. To him, it was second nature. Growing up with Akihiko being the rough-and-tumble type he is even before learning how to box, in the Orphanage they both were raised in, meant there was a level of necessity to be able to roll with the punches, rewarded when you could, punished when you couldn't. a skill he'd learn repeatedly, endlessly, the necessity of during his time away from SEES. ━ the second you were on your ass, or you froze up, or your arms were tied, it made you easy. easy to hurt. easy to kill. ━━ Shinjiro never liked making things easy for anyone.

SEES had always been an exception, though : or rather he should say it'd always been to those he considers friends, which might be why for all the way he twitches; arm in Takeba's grasp as the muscles seize & he can't help the way the overzealous pang of nerves make him want to rip it away outright; he does not pull away even as he draws a sharp breath through his teeth, ignores the way the smell of antiseptic makes him feel more than slightly lightheaded, clenches his hands into fists before; in a moment of surprisingly animalistic single-minded worry; thinks that shit, he'd rather not look like he's about to hit her when she's helping him out, and lets his rough hands go limp again.

Still, his fingers twitch as the burns are cleaned, nerves overworked and bitterly loud in this fact. He'll have to jab at Akihiko later to aim his Zionga's better next time they're in Tartarus together, just for the fun of starting a fight, even if he knew damn well it wasn't Aki that kept lighting him up like a Christmas tree this time...

" Damnit... " the curse writhes between his teeth, bruised jaw grinding. his eyes linger, intense, at Yukari's hands as they work & he sits on the first floor of Tartarus; bones aching; staring as though in judgement ( even as he attempts to make himself as pliable to work with as possible. ) " Those annoying Maya did nothing but cast Zionga the whole damn time... "

a piece of Shinjiro recognizes that Yukari might be helping him in the first place because of this fact, but as it is not the one cussing wildly ( and he can't pretend he knows her all that well to begin with ), he elects to ignore it.

a well-worn sigh escapes him, gazing at the burns littering his hands & arms as the roughest parts that had to sustain the damage; melee be scorned, his axe like a lightning rod. it deepens into a light scowl, stare flicking to Yukari's face. it stays there a long few moments, before he speaks again.

" ... I'm lucky it's not bad enough to get Mitsuru in a twist about it, but you don't gotta do this, you know. " Shinjiro studies her, meticulous, which always ends up feeling like he's trying to scare you out of something when it was him doing it. maybe he was. " It's some burns. It'll heal fast. Besides, you were carrying my ass most of the way anyways. "

@fantomevoleur // sc.

He's staring. Has been, actually, for a while now. Makoto was accustomed to moving around a lot throughout the years ever since what happened ━ happened. Maybe, in the far off haze of autopilot spanning years, long before Akira had taken the attic above as his own, he'd visited Leblanc; when he was young & quiet & dead-eyed, and quite frankly he still was still all of those things, but it was different now. Knowing what he knew. Going through what, he was finding, was a very common occurrence for people like him ( the fools, one might say. )

Yuki takes a sip of his soda from a silly straw he may or may not have brought from home as the work to close up at the end of the day buzzes around him behind the counter, Sojiro willfully turning a blind eye to the two wildcards in his Cafe in turn for that higher priority. It's a good opportunity. Makoto takes it.

━ " So. Where's the gun? "

“I’ve got you.” (to Akechi) - @fantomevoleur

Send “I’ve got you” to help my muse wash off blood from their body / accepting!

Akechi feels as though he's being boiled alive.

━ there's a diffused nature to it, now, after the long night left him like a dull blade, ground against concrete. The way frosted glass diffused light, some things are lost in transition, some details decided to be too insignificant, and he finds himself unable to distinguish between the full-body ache and the hot water, nearly sweet. ━ no, instead he finds himself viscerally aware of the movements of the body next to him, limbs moving and the rippling in the water it causes, steam funneled, redirected, fuming off the skin. It's foreign in a lot of ways, but not as many as he'd expect ( he supposes, in a keen way, that the little meetings they'd had prepared him for this. He considers its intentionality. He resolves, to some extent, that it's coincidence for these things to align the way they have, if only out of timing. He would have never known. None the wiser. None the wiser. )

Lost to the world for all but a moment, but the dull blade rings when the water hits a welted, lacerated part of his back : a sharp breath through grit teeth jarring him back to reality. Idiot. ( he couldn't expect Akira to control every way the water fell, but a half of him, kicked & bitter, held to the moment latched like it had talons, bleeding into the rest of him. )

To Akira, all the notice he betrays is a harsh breath, a stiffness in the body, and the strain of the vein of his neck as the blood spirals in the water. To those less observant, this would be nearly nothing. To the right people, they know what to look for. He finds himself like a fixation returning to why Akira was here in the first place. A lack of understanding. A want to. A need to. he rolls the idea around like a marble and comes to the same conclusion he has been each time he does; out of pity.

He balls his hands in the old towel wrapped around his waist, and bids himself to be grateful that at hours like these, the staff and service were practically nonexistent. He finds his spite only deepens. ( his idea for the hot water, anyway... )

" Please, try to be careful. I wouldn't want to burn the skin around the wound. It wouldn't be very fun for anybody if that happened. " Goro's voice comes, tarry and sweet enough despite the tense of air in his chest. he scrapes his nails down his arms, littered in small cuts and scrapes, and pretends not to realize how his nails catch on the disrupted skin and the dried blood. " I appreciate the help, though. That one is in a hard spot to reach...! "

One he's reached before. one he'll reach again. the way he speaks about the wound is nearly the same as radio announcers on radio novellas. Nearly lifeless, in a way. He reminds himself to keep up the act.

he cranes his head to look backwards at Akira, look down his back, hair plastered to his wet skin. on the center length of his back, arching over his ribs like a lightning strike, multiple cuts, the worst among them about 7 inches long, 5 millimeters deep. He can just see a couple of the emergency stitches already popped from the little while they'd been holding the wound shut, white threads reddened and sticking out from the skin. Useless.

Perhaps more amicably, he notes a " I'll have to redo the stitching properly soon, although most of the blood has already tapered off... " before turning back forward, and with a little more resolution ( and a little more abrasion ) begins scrubbing away at the dried blood where he can, noting that he'll have to clean the bath thoroughly himself before they leave, and trying not to twitch like a white hot coal when the feeling of touch on bare skin is more jarring than the pain he's tending to.

"Now that's a load of bullshit..." the mutter leaves him as if second nature at the notion of him being the one carrying the team, he wasn't blind, he knew how easy it was to try and be evasive when it came to nasty wounds like these, how looking down the barrel of the gun was sometimes harder than pulling the trigger; not to wriggle out of them took a certain kind of guts even if Shinjiro hadn't been here long enough to see where it started from, but he's smart enough to relent when she notes the condition they both would've been in if not for him looking something like an easy target. Something in him shifts discontented at the notion that he was, however vague it might be, in a nervous pacing kind of way. Something that made him antsy. He knew better than anyone how much abuse he could handle and where his limits lied, but when they thought you were an easy target, the vultures flock, looking for a meal.

He shakes it off, and the daunting brunette relents to an exhale of quiet bone-deep relief ━ nearly humming ━ as the soothing gel is applied, nearly going slack in Yukari's hands like a big dog when you find just the right place to scratch, letting his head bow & his hair curtain his face as he gives in a little easier to her delicate handiwork.

He murmurs a response to the note of infection, albeit less hard edged than before, a "don't remind me..." as he permits himself to yield to her, just for now, pliable in the sore muscle along his wretched arms, a part of him acknowledging distantly how she might be able to feel the old scar tissue from times past depending on how far she ran her hand. ( He's a little thankful, he finds, that the coat and the turtleneck act as pretty good insulation at least as far as his torso was involved, he wouldn't want Yukari to see the remains of a thousand first aid hack-jobs littering his skin, notice the concerning discoloration under-the-skin splotches and the divots along the bones where the skin clings a little tighter than it should, feel the way he'd shiver without the padding even in so much heat... )

But speaking of. ( a contest between what he wants and what would make this easier for the both of them. How rarely he gets the opportunity for something a little more proper, how strongly he wants to hold his cards to his chest, as if he barely even knows her even now, as much of a stranger as she used to be... )

...

" ... if you need me to take off my coat, say something." he grunts as he shifts his weight uncomfortably on the steps he's sat on, hard material pressing into his tailbone, thumbing at the wood of his axe resting next to him as he feels the fabric bunch up further along his bicep. He casts an intimidating look over her shoulder, "Sweater stays on. That's the only rule I got. Whatever else that'd make this easier is fair game. God knows they're gonna need you for the rest of the night, anyway..." can't eat up too much of your precious time. ( not like there was much worth saving left anyway... )

Continued from here. ♥ @quillheel

There would have been a time that Yukari would have been afraid of tending such serious burn wounds, not to mentioned scared of the Hierophant who bore them. Back in the beginning, when she hadn't even been able to summon her Persona without hesitating at the idea of pointing her Evoker at her forehead and pulling the trigger? Oh, she would have insisted that Mitsuru take point on this, made up some excuse to busy herself elsewhere just to avoid the interaction. Over the months of exploring Tartarus and facing powerful foes that could--and had--caused her and the others grievous harm that needed to be treated, though, the Lovers' heart had hardened, courage forming an effective armor that helped her hold fast in the face of such things.

In a way, Yukari had become the best combat medic in their group.

Such meant that she was able to keep her hands steady, her touch light as possible--her attention focused on Shinjiro's burns even though her own injuries ached. A Diarama had been enough to take the edge off so she could function, but she had to keep some of her magic in reserve in case the group that was on the front lines got in over their heads. If it wasn't for that, she would've just opted for a Diarahan to handle the Hierophant's burns and been done with it.

That would've spared him considerable discomfort, if the way he cursed was any indicator.

To her credit, Yukari didn't so much as bat an eyelash at his coarse language, an absent-minded nod her response to his comments about the Mayas. It was honestly a miracle that she hadn't been fried to a crisp, considering her weakness to the Zio skills they utilized. The thought of him holding up his axe as if to act as a lightning rod was what had her looking up to meet his gaze as she finished wrapping a clean bandage around the last of the larger burns on his wrist.

"We both know you're the one that was carrying us, Senpai." A nod affirmed her point as she held his eye contact, refusing to be intimidated into looking away. It seemed that learning how to stand up to Mitsuru's aura of regal authority had its perks. "If you hadn't been drawing the lightnong away from me, then we both would've been a lot worse off. I can't help anyone if I'm electrocuted, y'know."

Retrieving a tube of antibiotic gel from her supplies, Yukari's attention returned to the lesser burns that were still exposed. The Lovers popped it open and set about applying it with a healer's gentle touch, the cooling gel probably offering more than a little relief to the Hierophant. "Besides, if any of these get infected, then you'll be out of action for way more than the rest of the night."

TAGS MASTERPOST. ━ below the cut is a master post of all main & relationship tags used across blogs. all MAIN tags are used the same regardless of blog. all dynamic tags are sorted based on blog and URL. this will be updated with any new tags made. dynamic tags' urls and muses will be adjusted as noticed/requested, but it's very likely I won't notice all of them! if you see something, say something!

MAIN TAGS.

━ ♔ you sing but only the pavement listens : ic.

━ ♔ love will cut you & ask you to carry on singing : musing.

━ ♔ blooming forth in every color : prompts.

━ ♔ your slightly mad sea-captain : ooc.

━ ♔ to jump from anywhere & make it home : threads.

━ ♔ eyes roll away like hard green chestnuts : visage.

━ ♔ wanting like flesh knitting over a wound : xxx.

━ ♔ til there’s nothing left to love but yourself : promos.

━ ♔ on such longing i couldn’t spit out : shipping.

━ ♔ shielding your eyes from the bright noon-light : studies.

━ ♔ ass-to-speech can’t save you now : crack.

━ ♔ the new green of spring is shimmering : dash.

━ ♔ the world grows green again when you smile : games.

━ ♔ watch me hold them to the light : saved.

━ ♔ the sun has made them warm : wishlist.

━ ♔ messengers and heralds of the extraordinary : important.

━ ♔ & hunt something you have a hope of killing : psa.

━ ♔ cardinals with snow-brushed wings : asks.

DYNAMIC TAGS: QUILLHEEL.

━ ♔ And it all falls into frame; close enough to see / the blue rings of my eyes as I say / something ugly. ━ JEAN&HARRY: playedbetter

━ ♔ Am I still waiting like a / lamb to the slaughter / does your God believe in you? ━ AKARI&VOLO: ofeggies ━ ♔ Why must this happen? why must this be? I dream of space & time and wake up in 2D ━ MONIKA&NATSUKI: ofeggies ━ ♔ A mannequin adrift at sea / I think perhaps things might be better off this way ━ CHARA&ASRIEL: ofeggies ━ ♔ Slim to none: but not so slim you've got to slip between the cracks. So come back: come back. ━ WHEATLEY&CHELL: ofeggies

━ ♔ Legally gray but sweet with the phrasing / Feet in the grave; but gleefully trading ;; Feeding the cravings ━ SPAMTON&ADA: tendercoded ━ ♔ We know what we are but not what we may be. && If music be the food of love; play on ━ ROUXLS&DANDELION: manebloom

━ ♔ Dear Forgiveness; I saved a plate for you. / quit milling around the yard and come inside. ━ DUSTFINGER&MORRO: mourrow ━ ♔ It's a secret I keep tucked inside my chest / with this heart of mine that's guilty not remorseful. ━ FRISK&CHARA: intodreams ━ ♔ And the rising tide is blasphemy in the softest second sense ━ ANN&MORTY: sweetcst ━ ♔ Can you make it stop? I don't want to: are you sure? I can’t/I won’t: a ritual/a consumption ━ LINK&GANONDORF: adventuroushero ━ ♔ Hurt too hard too long & die too young; silver dollar glistening on your tongue; may your passage be assured ━ LINK&FADO: adventuroushero ━ ♔ As if he’s trying to tell you / that there is some sort of shining star now buried deep inside you ━ LINK&DARK LINK: adventuroushero ━ ♔ the beast comes quietly for all / why do you insist on protecting the sacrificial lamb? ━ ETHAN&GANONDORF: askganondorftobadragmire

━ ♔ Its nautical themed; And theres something I’m supposed to say / But I can’t for the life of me remember what it is ━ 4&3: tripleinkstrke ━ ♔ only as cruel as the first time I realized / waving my tiny shadow over a pond to scare the copper minnows ━ SMALLFRY&3: tripleinkstrke

━ ♔ It seems unforgiving when a good thing ends; but you & I will always be back then ━ MONO&SIX: paleciity ━ ♔ They're all so busy yelling; not one of them is hearing / the hissing from the bottom of the boat ━ MONO&RUNAWAY: paleciity ━ ♔ My claws are dull now so don't be afraid / I could keep you warm as long as you can try to be brave ━ HUNTER&RUNAWAY: paleciity

━ ♔ Just believe me when I say / I mean no harm; open arms; I will keep you safe until you / Pass me the knife ━ AKECHI/YUSUKE: tenebriism ━ ♔ Girls like you; they dont come with guarantees / so if you've gotta spend your time; wont you spend it with me? ━ RYUJI&AKARI: leuvspell

━ ♔ Because you had him first / and you would let the world break its own neck if it means keeping him. ━ GANONDORF/LINK: scarfbond ━ ♔ After the foxes have known our taste; After the raven has had his say; I'd be home with you / I'd be home with you ━ LINK/GAIA: gldhte

━ ♔ Souvenez-vous la prochaine fois; Que vient la neige et le fracas / On n'va pas tous mourir ━ KIM/HARRY: playedbetter ━ ♔ When I first saw you the end was soon; to Bethlehem it slouched / & then it must’ve caught a good look at you ━ HARRY/KIM: playedbetter

━ ♔ You are sick: and you’re married: and you might be dying; but you’re holding me like water in your hands. ━ JAMIE/ETHAN: jfouler ━ ♔ Silver; crystal; carousel your effervescent touch / But everybody knows that home is where your teeth sink love ━ BILLY/STU: cardedsoul ━ ♔ You spin the barrel of a fully━loaded gun; If there's no winning might as well just have some fun! ━ JD/VERONICA: ofeggies ━ ♔ Try to get out but we just keep stickin' around / cause it’s a very good bad thing we've found. ━ CESARE/STEVE: z0mburger ━ ♔ Buzzing razor held aloft & just about to strike; I loved you before even ever I knew what love was like ━ KYLE/JACKET: campblcd

━ ♔ If you need a friend I'm sailing right behind ; like a bridge over troubled water; I will ease your mind ━ RAY/PETE: pseudoneiric ━ ♔ You wonder who’s calling your name; shame how nobody knows you / nobody knows you and neither do I ━ RAY/STEBBINS: pseudoneiric ━ ♔ Lipstick on the backseat. saliva on the dash ; I've clawed my way out of here before but I keep on coming back ━ RAY/GARY: pseudoneiric

━ ♔ Every version of me dead and buried in the yard outside / We'd sit back and watch the world go by ━ SANS/O’DELLE: theyrots

DYNAMIC TAGS: AFTONTXT.

━ ♔ Oh please just hide behind this back of mine & save your helpless spite / knock on the door; access denied. ━ ALEX&MICHAEL: prizecxrner ━ ♔ You took my hand when you woke up. / we all die alone but I am so glad that you are here ━ MARI&MICHAEL: prizecxrner

Akechi barely glances over from the papers held deftly between his fingers, bound into a simple booklet by only a few stray staples, when he addresses so carelessly and is addressed in turn. It's an easy belief to buy into that he'd not been paying attention at all; the casual, almost modeled ease on his face and his sharp eyes squarely upon the text before him; but the truth lies in the swift glimpses of a red-toned gaze cast towards motion so rarely here and there between his case-work's reading that, fleeting and subtle, tell the truth of it, watching from his peripherals.

He gives a soft & sweet, acknowledging hum from the chair he's sat in, one leg carefully crossed over the other as his jacket hangs draped across its back, and does not look as he is spoken to nearly as though the words that dropped from him in the small room came, somehow, from someone else or simply did not come at all — the smell of his artistic materials, oils and glosses and fresh paints still waiting to be blended into their own pigments again, all scent the room and denote themselves to his latest endeavours, and in that, an indicator perhaps...

"Don't get too ahead of yourself now," Goro's tone is light and airy; not necessarily jovial in nature, but nonetheless lighthearted "You simply don't often go through the trouble of putting your utensils away. I thought it good to praise you for it, with how much easier I'd imagine it to make finding them."

And not to stain paint on every last part of yourself and your clothing, of course...

His eyes flick up, sweetly, over to the blue-haired painter to his flank; all but smiling honeyed and lulling his head in query. "Unless you'd prefer I not? I'd hate to make you uncomfortable, Yusuke-san, if that's the case..!"

A gentle air of taunt, perhaps, in the almost professionalism of his tone and in it, so hard to discern. No, a game to him. Intrigue to the way the other answers. Testing waters, the poke and prod, the eggshells swept away for a more paned glass approach.

"Good boy" // Akechi to Yusuke! >>>:)

Self Explanatory - [ ACCEPTING ] ;;

Silence. More silence. Even more silence. Forgive him, he's turning the words over in his head like some strange little Rubix Cube, before halting the rotation entirely. " Am I to receive pets for my apparently approved actions? I had not thought you were watching me with such intensity. " It delights him all the same.

@tenebriism // sophie & howl!

her nature, to care, to wait, had lived in her long before she stepped foot into this castle. But it was the stubborn, sincere will that guides her now, true-minded, developed like a skill. darning needle, embroidery thread in so unreasonable fabric, task turned over again and again until she knows the motions even when she doesn't : the roots of them, the little sparkling parts that really matter : which is to say — she'd know this bit by heart now.

at least, some broad and smooth part of her heart, now. written on it in shining ink. she's sure of it. she'd be proud to say how she wasn't gifted it, like her sisters had been in all the other ways she still underestimates and underwhelms herself over, but instead to say it was practiced, and learned, and sincere beyond sincere in those interwoven laces. What it takes to progress, what it takes to experience

She couldn't say she'd find herself caring about such things as beauty as she once had, no, not in a long time now. Unlike...

" Are you really still on about that? " the chime, not unkind but rather a sort of flat-footed tone she takes when she's unbothered or perhaps only feigning it to tease him, hails from close to his bedside, as she reaches up, up to some bottles hiding in the back of a shelf almost covered in his knickknacks and all those shining things; careful despite, the way she is undeterred even as her back protests, eyes glancing down to him only briefly ( a moments study, but she hears more in his voice alone. ) and her fingers find the neck of a vial as she speaks, " You know, I still think black is a nice look for you. Being blonde isn't as nice as you'd think it is! Though, if it's different with magic than naturally, I'm afraid... "

she sees the tremor in his throat, the hard rattle of his body tensing, the tendons of the neck & the shiver of his shoulders & his sharp breath pushed out, that moment just before his coughing fit, and she's down from her stool in one step backwards unto solid ground between the clutter and the plates resting 'pon the hardwood with nowhere else to put them, tea resting on his end-table — she's got a hand on him then, first pulling at his shoulder to shift him unto his flank, then sliding down, gingerly, to the side of his neck. her fingers covered by wefts of dark hair, rubbing soft soothing circles into the tender skin, gracing the nape of his neck...

she can't help but note the ash that sputters from him, tangled in saliva or out on the air in thin wisps, and something in her churns, nervous... a budding worry, to see an omen but not it's cause. no, no, not yet... but, the ash she'd seen, the marketplace... Come on Sophie, focus now, gentle...

" Shh... Easy, Howl... you know that's not true... " her answer is ever so softer than the one prior, aged fingertips still messaging as she speaks, his soft hair resting over her knuckles as she does. in her other hand, the vial, which she examines carefully... she could never truly hope to know everything in this place, what it did and could do, much less what was in it, but she'd gotten better of feeling out which to be which after the bath incident; something in the consistency, in the shimmer, in the swirl, in the hold of it... her attention never strays from him for long, even if all she has to spare is her voice, as croaking as she knows it to be now. ( she's half-certain Howl loves the sound of a voice, even if he doesn't answer to it. the noise of people's speaking. she doesn't find her own all that pleasant, but a distraction might be kind to him, now... )

" If I had it my way, I'd already have gotten Markl to try his hand at making something to at least soothe your chest! surely I doubt he'd be able to make that cough any worse. or, better yet, find something myself, but... " 'But I don't want to be apart from you. I don't want you to feel as alone as oftentimes, I think you do. I know it to be fleeting, even if you should know I'll come back. The worry, there. I don't want you to convince yourself that you are being proven right...'

— ... all she gives a vague little shrug, and her hand slides from the back & side of his neck to closer toward his shoulder, perhaps a means of holding him in place, as she sets the vial down, and one-handedly works at a gnarled bundle of old herbs ( ginger, mint, chamomile... ), plucking and pinching off the stubborn leaves and long-dried flowers in a hope, quietly, that they might help if she found the just right way to use them. More familiar than the vials and elixirs and concoctions surrounding her at every side... ( She's grateful they're not rotted, by how long they must have been here for... ) —— " Ah, well, maybe later. Can you be good and tell me what's wrong, then...? I hear the cough, but what about a fever? " she briefly considers the idea that she doesn't actually know if wizards can get fevers, at least as intensely as the unmagical, but she chooses to ignore such thoughts as she raises a hand and touches it to his forehead, seeking, attentive...

surely, were there any other injuries, she would find them... ( so rarely does the fire that cause such smog leave only it's ash as a keepsake to the injured... )