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Isabella.

02/01/2023 09:28 PM 

Biweekly Task- Valentine's Edition.

This is a simple task and I'm sure you've all seen different versions of this around. Just copy and paste the following options below and bold which your character prefers.Night out or Night in Valentines or GalentinesRosé or ChampagneBox of chocolate or Chocolate covered strawberriesBrunch or DinnerRed or Pink Hooks ups or RelationshipsThe Notebook or A Walk to Remember How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days or 10 Things I Hate About You Roses or SunflowersTeddy Bear or Love NoteConversation hearts or Heart shaped lollipopLove or Money Machine Gun Kelly or Travis BarkerMegan Fox or Kourtney Kardashian Red Roses or Red Wine"I Will Always Love You" by Whitney Houston or "At Last" by Etta James "All of Me" by John Legend or "Thinking Out Loud" by Ed Sheeran Surprise me or No surprises Date Night or Alone Time Candle Light or Moon Light  

Royalbloods

01/31/2023 10:37 PM 

BASICS

THIS IS WHERE YOUR ABOUT ME GOES

Royalbloods

01/31/2023 10:18 PM 

Tester blog

this is what your blog looks like

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01/31/2023 09:02 PM 

Judgment Day post two

  Final Judgmentwww.roleplayer.me/butterflyninja    Dusk til Dawn, Thor, attacking the Hulkbusters. This Batman had a death wish apparently. Psylocke used her katana to take a few more swipes at the mechanical humanoid things around them. The attacking mechanical humanoid would fall at her feet in a crumbling mess. This hero from another world made a request of her. He wanted a mental lock between them. She gave it to them with no trouble. Things are starting to– Her mental communication stopped as he snatched her up from her position interrupting her train of thought."I may not have your consent but hold onto anything that you can, and this may be a bumpy ride, Psylocke," Before she knew what had happened, this Batman had taken her with him into the sky toward the Celestial. Her own known senses of Precognition were going off at what some would call Def-Con 5. She had to get out of there and fast. This was not a place she needed to be. She used her telekinesis to get away from this Batman who was flying straight into hell. Psylocke had no desire to die this day. The psychic ninja had leapt free from the Batman using her telekinesis to springboard off Batman's armor. Run while you can! She warned with a telepathic message as her next stop was Thor's left shoulder. She severed the connection with Batman at that moment. The Celestial was right there and powering up once more. Psylocke's Precognition was going off yet again. She was on the move once more. She didn't have much time as the danger was closing in quickly. The slender ninja leapt from Thor's shoulder using her psychic abilities in a tremendous burst of magenta colored energy. The burst of energy radiated from her back creating a pair of butterfly wings that allowed her to fly away from Thor before the Celestial fired. She flew away with grace and power gliding back down toward the ground once more landing in the vicinity of other X-Men on the ground.Betsy turned her attention to the skies where the falling Hulkbusters were heading her way. In her hands the magenta psychic energy formed into a bow and arrow. She took careful aim at the nearest Hulkbusters and fired approximately three arrows powered by her psychic energy. If they found their marks, the Hulkbusters would be destroyed. She also extended her psychic shield to cover herself and anyone close by from any debris. Psylocke had another set of arrows notched and ready to go. Her eyes remained focused on the skies to keep things clear as needed.       subZERO

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01/31/2023 07:57 PM 

Owes list.

Who I Owe:Who Owes Me:  

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01/31/2023 04:58 PM 

Begrudging Goddess

Name: MuertaHuman Name: Delores SullivanName meaning: Lady of Sorrows/ Dark EyeAge: Immortal but looks in her thirties Sexual Oreientation: Pansexual Relationship Status: SingleGender: FluidDomain: Death, Nefilheim, River Styx, Heaven/ValhallaOrigin: Originally Muerta was simply a puddle of tears, a run off from Valhalla that slipped into Nephilheim mixing with those both good and evil. A crack between worlds. as Hel didn't want to be trapped at her duty forever she used this mixture of magic and stone to creat Muerta as a stand in for her. It worked for quite some time until Frigga found out, a trapped soul that shouldn't be bound to Nefilheim and was freed from her duty to become her own person. Odin granted her a title as she was created from the people he held dear and is now a goddess of death similar to Hel but under her, working around all universes to help and heal those in poor positions or take them where they need to go. Personality: Delores is soft, it's the best way to put her. As though a light rain has misted you or the sun is hitting you just right on a cool spring day. She's the less scary part of death and intends to keep it that way. Somewhat Naiive to her own power she's a danger to herself and others, it's far more connected to her emotions than most, and it could destroy her own body if unwilling to do her job. Agreeable, caring, creative, she simply does her best but having spent most her time amongst gods and the dead she has her awkward quirks, maybe someday they'll make their way out but for now it's what makes her loveable or hateable. Style of Worship: To make her most happy it's great to give her sweets, bones, lively music or sing to her.  

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01/31/2023 04:43 PM 

Life Moves on for William Graham

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01/31/2023 03:43 PM 

how do you want to die, caroline?

It was funny how life could throw so many curveballs at a person that they could start to become grateful for the uneventful. It was the way tragedy could hold people by the throat, keeping them holding their breath for the next shoe to drop. That’s how Caroline felt as she found herself in the driver's seat of her pink Tesla, a birthday gift from her loving husband (even if it was gifted to her before she could even drive) with their most trusted security guard in the passenger seat. He’d been so kind to let her drive, joking that driving the bright pink “chick mobile” was embarrassing but she knew it was so that she could feel the tiniest bit independent since her ever growing stalker problem was looming over them. She was never alone, Abel had hired security for all hours of the day, their home was becoming a fortress and her office was right behind it. It was exhausting, and Caroline felt like a bother having so many people working towards one goal: keeping her alive.“I’m going to cook tonight, wanna eat with us?” Caroline asked the man sitting next to her, his eyes darting out of the window, always on guard. “I’ll take some food, but uh, I don’t trust y’all to keep your clothes on.” he joked, always poking fun at the couples sex life due to having to review security footage and erase some of the steamy parts that were captured on one of the many cameras that had been placed in every inch of the house aside from the bathroom. “That’s rude, Jordan. But I’ll make you a plate that you can disappear and do whatever it is you do during the day.” she said with a dismissive wave of her hand as they arrived at Abel and Caroline’s mansion.The gate was, of course, upgraded with even more security measures, a fingerprint had to be used to open it. It was acting up, so Jordan jumped out to see what was up. It seemed they were all on the learning curve of the ever changing and upgrading security. The gate started to open, and Jordan motioned for Caroline to go ahead and drive up. He’d meet her there after making sure there wasn’t anything wrong with the gate. She nodded, the rare moment that she was in the car alone, and it was a short drive even up the long driveway to park her pretty pink car. She’d barely put the car in park when she saw cars coming up the driveway, they were moving fast and from her rearview mirror, she could see that Jordan hadn’t been able to get the gate to close.Her mind couldn’t help but wander when she noticed Jordan constantly looking out of the side mirror on their way home from the office. She quieted her thoughts by assuming that maybe it was just people coming to work on something, deliveries, or some other perfectly reasonable conclusion that two large vans had made their way to the front of their house. The second that she stepped out of the house she was hounded by cameras, the people from the vans had jumped out of the car and the flashing lights were making her dizzy. She didn’t know how many people there were but she could hardly walk. They were all shouting her name, “Caroline! Over here!” “Give us a smile!” “What can you tell us about the stalker?” “Caroline! Is it true you’re going to die soon?” It was relentless as she tried to make her way to the door.Jordan had rushed towards her, he’d been at a full run, shoving his way through the crowd of people and trying to make a safe way for Caroline to get through. He was shouting for them to get back, but they weren’t listening. They somehow made it to the front door, and another member of the security team had opened the door, “Back the f*** up. Stay outside.” he says, but the mob of paparazzi or hired paparazzi was relentless, pushing back and making their way into the couple’s 70 million dollar home. Every alarm in the house was going off, every member of the security team was present, the chaos had resulted in Caroline pleading for them to leave her alone, to go away, that she was scared and that she didn’t know what to do. “Get her upstairs. Get Caroline safe.” Jordan orders, both his hands ready to fight, pushing back on the hoard of humans that were still screaming Caroline’s name.The dogs had started to bark, Caesar had made his way between the mob and Caroline, ready to protect his mom while the tank growled on the side, a normally very calm and sweet dog when danger wasn’t looming. She felt like they were going to ruin their house, that they were going to kill her, that every ounce of privacy and safety she should feel in their home was fleeting. They didn’t stop, she was rushed up the steps by two members of their team and they kept coming. “How do you want to die, Caroline?” one of the men asked as they snapped a photo of the very distraught woman.It wasn’t until they made it to the couple’s bedroom that they were able to shut Caroline in the bathroom and all she could do was listen to the chaos that had ensued in her home. The police were called, she didn’t have her phone or anything but she could hear clearly that sirens were being heard, “This is f***ing nuts. Someone get Abel on the phone and tell him he needs to get here f***ing now.” she could hear over the sound of what sounded like a fight, her shaky breath and sobs for all of this to be over. She wasn’t sure if she was going to live through this, they’d asked her how she wanted to die, and now, she wasn’t sure if she had a choice. This man was going to kill her, he could do whatever he wanted, she knew that this wasn’t tmz or hollywood fix, or any of the tabloids, this was another strike. This was another warning. This was just a game that he was playing and winning, she was a prize and her death was the only way for this to end….

Robin

01/31/2023 03:23 PM 

Former 2006-2010 RP'er has returned.

I'm a role-player from the old age of myspace looking to possibly rekindle some of the spark of role-playing back then with folks. I can't promise I will be active due to other prior commitments but I'm curious who may be interested.I only do para-based role-play and prefer interacting with cartoon canon (or generally cartoon-based role-play), so anything along the lines of strictly Disney characters, Don Bluth characters, Warner Bros., you get the idea. Please don't add me if you're RPing as someone from a CW show or Charmed or Harry Potter or anything along those lines; I'd like to keep my band of collaborators consistant, lol.Feel free to introduce yourself here, if you'd like.

The Real Hawkeye

01/31/2023 02:30 PM 

January TTB Drabble

“Well this is new,” Clint said as laser blast rained down around him. He vaulted over a fallen wall, firing a single arrow behind him before he slid into cover. He paused a moment to catch his breath before peeking his head over the crumbling brick. Another laser blast whizzed close to his ear and he smelled the brief stench of singed hair.“This is bullsh*t,” he said, trying to calm his panicked huffing. There was a roar as something large and green flew over his head and came to a crashing thud nearby. The ground shook as it landed, and another roar announced that Banner was on the ground and was most definitely mad.  “Barton, I need you back in the fight,” Nick Fury’s voice crackled in Clint’s earpiece.“Do you? Do you really need me out there?” Clint yelled back, trying to keep his voice from cracking. “Because I’m seeing a couple mutants, a monster and a god fighting a bunch of aliens, and last time I took stock I’m just a human guy with a prehistoric weapon.”“You’re ready for this, Barton, it’s why I pulled you up,” Fury said calmly and sternly.“With all due respect sir,” Barton shouted back over the roar of combat, “You sound insane.”Barton had served SHIELD well as a field operative for years. Stealth was kind of his specialty, especially since he was adept with a weapon that made almost no noise. His bow was perfect when infiltrating a HYDRA base without letting anyone know you were there, but this was his first time called up to serve with the Avengers, and he wasn’t sure exactly where his arrows helped in a fight against aliens with lasers.“Every soldier has his part to serve,” Fury replied. “You’re here for a reason.”Clint forced a couple deep breaths to steady himself and nocked three arrows. “You can do this Hawkeye,” he said to himself. Finally peeking back over the wall, he fired off the arrows, instantly dropping three aliens off of Hulk’s back.“And that’s why you’re here, Barton,” Fury said in his ear, “Even the Hulk needs support.”“I guess I’ll take it,” Clint answered, “as long as I’m not just here to be the bait.” 

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01/31/2023 01:21 PM 

Mad World.

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As she worked on undoing and retying the knot she had created in the front of her light denim blue shirt, her eyes darted between the diamanté jewels that adorned the collar and the top two buttons. She'd wasted much too much time mulling over whether or not she should show some flesh by tying the scarf in a knot or tucking it inside her skirt instead. In the end, she decided to go with the second choice. She studied her evening attire, which she was aware was supposed to make her feel courageous and confident, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right. She cocked her head to the side. As she gazed at herself in the full-length mirror once again, this time focusing on her pink skirt that was shorter than normal, her attention was immediately pulled to her hair. The worst aspect has had to be the ponytail situation.Her hand reached up and grabbed the blonde hairband, which she then yanked off of her head. Betty Cooper was ready with only the hint of a grin, an upward movement of her lips, and the glide of her fingers through her hair.After completing the last and final coat of mascara, Betty made her way downstairs. While checking that all of her personal belongings could fit in the little handbag, she became aware of a change in the room's atmosphere. It was dark and foreboding, nothing at all like the bright and cheery Cooper home.Betty gave a timid nod as she fidgeted anxiously with the hems of her little skirt and top, well aware that her brand-new black underwear was on display for everyone to see (although it was only meant for one pair of eyes). The Cooper ladies, with the exception of Polly, made their big entrance. When they entered, it was almost as though everyone in the room immediately fell into complete silence. They were the focus of everyone's attention. Betty couldn't recall how long it had been since Alice had been in this bar, but it seemed like a significant chunk of time had passed during that absence. Betty turned her attention to the one and only person who was significant to her at that moment in time.As the song quickly came to an end, Betty had no clue what was going on, and she watched as Veronica and Archie ran off the stage in opposite directions. During the time that she was performing, she was on stage. It seemed as if she was always going at a slower rate through the whole situation. Betty The fact that she wasn't only dancing for him but also for other reasons was what made the dance such a unique experience. She was starting to get more interested in herself as time went on. She was establishing her independence by making decisions for herself and choosing not to care what other people thought or said about her choices. She found herself thinking about how much she cared about the serpents, which fueled her desire to help them in some way. Her family history might be traced back to the Jughead Serpents. She grabbed the pole and began making slow, controlled rotations around it until she was completely encircled by it. She was just lightly dancing when she reached up to her face, caressed her cheek, and then continued dancing. The time during which she had the feeling that she was living in her own world.Betty calmly made her way over to the microphone and sang the last word of "mad world." she couldn't help but notice something off in the distance in one of the room's corners. Her attention then moved to focus on Jughead and FP. As the song quickly came to an end, Betty had no clue what was going on. Betty was going through the whole throes of a panic attack. She was taken aback when she became aware that Jughead wasn't happy with her. If he had any inkling that she was planning on carrying this through, he would never let it. He had to come to the realization that he did not need to guard her at all times. They worked as a team, and she is more than capable of taking care of herself.She had already begun to make her way off the stage by the time FP could even begin to get a grasp on what was going on. It seemed as if he was wearing his Serpent jacket at the time, and he gave it to her so that Betty might wrap herself in it. The focus of Betty's attention shifted to Jughead. Even the dim lighting of the bar was not enough to hide his nervousness and anger. FP's booming voice suddenly encompassed the whole bar in an instant. Everyone came to an abrupt halt and stared in amazement.๐ŸŽตAnd I find it kinda funny I find it kinda sadThe dreams in which I'm dyingAre the best I've ever hadI find it hard to tell youI find it hard to takeWhen people run in circlesIt's a very, veryChildren waiting for the day they feel goodHappy birthday, happy birthdayAnd I feel the way that every child shouldSit and listen, sit and listen ๐ŸŽต I find it hard to take,

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01/31/2023 11:08 PM 

testing

"Luz, Jimmy, and John; We're all incredibly thankful y'all could make it tonight. Between dodging jail and running a cult--- I mean empire, I'm sure your schedule is tighter than Caroline's --- clears throat Nevermind... I'm just thinkin', thinkin' out louuudddd casually singing to the tune of Watermelon Sugar High"   .container { position: relative; width: 75%; } .image { display: block; width: 100%; height: auto; } .overlay { position: absolute; top: 0; bottom: 0; left: 0; right: 0; height: 100%; width: 100%; opacity: 0; transition: .5s ease; background-color: #AB280C; } .container:hover .overlay { opacity: 1; } .text { color: white; font-size: 20px; position: absolute; top: 50%; left: 50%; -webkit-transform: translate(-50%, -50%); -ms-transform: translate(-50%, -50%); transform: translate(-50%, -50%); text-align: center; } Oh, Harry, I adore you. Please don't disown my friendship, but sometimes it looks like you got dressed in the dark. My blind-folded toddler could probably be a better stylist. I'll give you her number. And the hair!! my goodness, it always looks like it's been through a tornado - maybe you're just using it to cover the receding hairline? I don't know and like the rest of us who are huge fans of "what makes you beautiful" you must be your own biggest admier because you sure do look at yourself in the mirror a lot. But in all seriousness, Harry, you are a gifted human with extraordinary talent. We adore you endlessly. Happy Birthday! Harry Styles, where do I even begin? You're the only person I know who can make a simple haircut look like a revolutionary act. Your fashion sense is so bold, it's almost as if you're trying to distract us from your mediocre music. You're so talented, you could probably even make a subpar song sound good... oh wait, you already did that with "Watermelon Sugar." And let's not forget about your acting career. "Dunkirk" was a real cinematic masterpiece. Oh wait, that was someone else. My mistake. Keep doing you, Harry. We'll always be here to support you and happiest of birthdays, brother. I met Harry when I was with my first wife. I took her to his show and I walked out thinking watermelon sugar was a drink. After giving Harry the eye as he and my ex wife talked about nail polish, he whispered to me the true meaning...I learned two things..despite the ruffles on his shirt and nail polish..Harry is not gay. Congratulations Birdie, if you didn't know...the second thing I learned was Harry Styles is the man. We've bonded over shots and countless nights out. Truly man, I'm proud of you and happy birthday! Now there is someone out there for everyone. For you Harry, it's a therapist, Enjoy your night. i think we can all agree the possibilities are endless when it comes to roasting mr. styles. from this outfits, to his dad dance moves, hell, even the way he says the most drunk uncle jokes ever. i'm playing. i will go easy. let's go back to the fashion area of this man. i've never met another person that is the human embodiment of a claire's store in my life. covered in glitter and should have a cheap tiara taped to his head. i mean, y'all see it as well, right?to go along with the glitter thing, we could never lose this man in a crowd. just shine a light and he'll be dazzling from miles away. it's kind of a genius tactic. i know birdie would find it hand, isn't that right, ms birdie? you're welcome for the new technique of never losing him again.should end this off by saying me and him are the same, i have horrendous knee and back problems like i'm pushing 30 as well.love ya, king. you can make fun of me once this year. i will allow it. but only one. because i'm nice like that. What’s Hannin y’all. I know everybody gon be creative in how dey roast my boy Harry, but you know me, ima just keep it gangsta and simple. I smoked a blunt wit my boy Harry for the first time a few months ago. He told me he was gon be able to hang. That is, until Snoop walked in with 7 blunts rolled. Harry was sweatin like a kid about to get whooped for not taking out the dinner before his moms got home by the second blunt. But he was a good sport about it. By the 5th blunt, he thought he was 2pac. I won’t tell the rest, look at him blushin ““My boy Harry got a soft side doe. I’ve come to learn that he happens to The Notebook. I would’ve never guessed that. Give my man’s some tequila and out that movie on and I’m sure he gets to expressing the depth of his love, words slurred in his best Peter Griffin voice. “Who hurt you…..who hurt you……”“Aight aight, dats enough from me. To my Gucci wearin, Hell’s Kitchen cookin, finger twistin weed smokin homeboy, Happy birthday my guy. I love you brother, and I’m proud of how far you’ve come and where you’re headed. Also, Harry is certified blacc now, so make sure y’all acknowledge him dis Blacc History Month. Hussle out, NaybaH60d! So, a deck of cards shows up to an award show...wait that was Harry...don't get me wrong, I love him as much as everyone else in this room, but apparently Harold loves Alice in Wonderland more than us all...Now, the response to this will probably be, "But, Roger, do you have a yacht?" The answer is no, but I also don' t have any men's depends to wear around on said yacht either. Peeing is for the poor, I guess...He's from London...been to Frane...sh*t, which one of you cheeky blokes introduced Harold to OnlyFans? Look at em, he's like a pilgrim in a Pilates suit...c'om, y'all protect our mans. Lets give it up for Abel, yall. He's wearing his tall shoes tonight! Look at that. Wow. Hi babies! Its truly an honor to be here and be apart of the celebration of Harry Styles. Admittedly, when Birdie reached out, I wasn't too sure how useful I'd be. After all, I'm a singer, not a comedian.... but now that I see this lineup, what do I really have to lose?Lets see here. We have the Hoffas! Soooo glad yall could make it here from prison! I was sincerely worried about how this would work. Like would yall be tuning in to roast via zoom meeting? Would you call in from your contraband flip phone? Inmates are surprisingly resourceful, ya know. Thank god Jimmy got out quick. Between all the kids and carrying the weight of keeping you all relevant, I'm sure Luz is tired. #FreeLuzSpeaking of tired... Nipsey Hussle! Or as I like to call him, America's Favorite Crip! Nipsey is known for his undying loyalty to the Hoffas and his community engagement. And by engagement, I mean he's slung more d*ck through the '[email protected]' than Reagan slung crack.Who else..? We got recovered cocaine imp The Weeknd and his wife Caroline. To this day, I still don't know how he pulled her. But someone has to care for the needy, I suppose. We got Rory and Roger. Or better known as Billie Eillish & who?But lets not forget our man of the hour. Harry motherf***in' Styles. Harry, you're an icon, an innovator, and the poor man's David Bowie. Its been amazing seeing you grow from only being played at Forever 21 to Grammy award winning and comfortably spitting on your colleagues. Talk about power! From One Direction to both swinging both directions, wearing crazy outfits, and having a sound that cannot be matched. Happy birthday Harry. I wish you many more and much success

Shelby

01/31/2023 10:09 PM 

Rules
Current mood:  awake

1) Be respectful the world is already full of enough hate let's not drag it here as well2) Lengthwise what you give out is what you will get back though if I'm having an off day I will let you know3) Just because my character may look hot doesn't mean she's easy 4) NO GODMODDING automatic ban NQA5) Keep OOC drama off my dash/inbox I have my own life and my own issues thanks 6) I will try and get an actual bio up in the meantime anything you want to know feel free to ask7) This is a regular human acct so superheroes, supernatural etc accts will be deleted8) Let's just have fun it's what we are here for after all

rules, guidelines

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01/31/2023 08:56 PM 

The Funeral ~ Part One

Kat stared down at his phone at what he'd just typed but not yet sent: 'Emiri passed away…' Shaking his head he frowned. He couldn’t send that. He would get back some variation of who was Emiri? Sighing he pressed the backspace key and started again coming up with: 'My ex-girlfriend Emiri passed away and today is her funeral. I'm about to go now.' Again he frowned and stared at the message. Likely that would put tremendous doubt in the other's head. What if he still loved her and couldn't get past it? He didn't love her. Her passing didn't make him sad because it meant they could never reunite. That was never going to happen anyway. No, he was sad for his friend who lost his sister. Sad because he'd viewed her as a friend even now. Sad because she was gone and there was nothing he could do to help her anymore. Sighing he looked up as he heard a sound across the room. The door slid open and a young boy stood there looking at him but just as quickly as their eyes met his friend blocked the boy from his view. He looked down again at his phone then erased what he wrote. The new message read:  'An old friend passed away and I have to go to her funeral today. And I have a son.'  Immediately he erased the message glancing up to where he could see the boy now sitting on the couch with his friend Masahiko talking quietly. His words had been he might be your son but Kat already knew. He remembered his sister Rei at that age. He could see his baby sister in that boy. The child was his, Hikaru. He couldn’t be more certain, that was the name they’d agreed to name their first born, male or female. Again he couldn’t break this revelation that way. With another sigh and a shake of his head he typed something short, from the heart and to the point: 'I miss you.' With a nod he pressed send then locked the screen and slid the phone into his pocket just as he heard a sound in the doorway as the last two members of their little party emerged from their room. He smiled as little Isabella, not so little anymore, waved with a big smile from her mother’s side. He waved back and slid the chair back from the table before standing.  He’d gotten in late last night. The moments before he met up with Hiko he was happy to see his friend. Happy to be in Japan even for a short while but there wasn’t that big welcoming smile on his friend’s face. Yes there was that friendly smile but it was half-hearted and he looked sad and worn like a battered old trunk. He hadn't noticed in New Orleans if he’d been so tired. Was he really so self-involved to not see this man was in, well it was another moment before learning what, but he was clearly going through something? It was possible. Things could be going great in life only to fall apart in the next second. Men were such selfish creatures and he was no exception.  He slid the chair back and paused before standing. It was almost time to go. All morning, ever since he heard the news he was remembering everything. Flashes of the past. Not the bad ones, the bad feelings, they came but he repressed them. He wanted to ignore those, wanted to live in the happy moments while he could. Now he couldn’t deny it as memories flashed through his mind. Stronger and then stronger still. Some of them were too strong.  Emiri smiling at him… Emiri crying, begging him to indulge her final wish. That look on her face as he said goodbye, her expression as he looked back at her as he walked away and out of her life. Maybe once or twice he saw her after before she left their college. Always that same look of utter devastation, abandonment. Lost in thought as always he hadn’t heard the boy approach. Not until he took his hand did he realize. Looking down he gently gripped the small hand taking his and offered him a smile.  'My son, this is my son.' He couldn't help thinking it, and though he had so many thoughts and feelings surrounding this he tried not to let it show. Whatever he felt , it wasn't this child's fault and now he was alone in the world. Hikaru smiled, giving his hand a squeeze. With a nod Katsurล looked up, catching his friends watching them but remained silent. Gesturing to the door Masahiko joined them as Wren advanced to his side before placing her hand on the raven-haired man's shoulder, comforting. "We uh… we should go."   

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01/31/2023 08:14 PM 

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