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     “ You look out of breath. ”

     Calm words from a form held high. Crystalline blue hues filled with reserved praise as she flicked the butt of a trusted whip against her thigh. He had done well to make it so far in one on one combat, and remain standing. ( Regardless of her lack of invocation for a simple bout of training. ) 

     “ Are you prepared to concede? ”

     Do you plan to keep fighting? 

@charitybell​ CONTINUED

Daisya let out a huff as his bell soared down the hall before returning to him. He could see the door, just sitting there. Presumably unlocked. And yet no matter what he did, how long he walked or how hard he kicked his bell, he just… couldn’t get to it. Granted, with nothing better to do, he sent the bell flying with yet another whoosh.

She had to admit it. A lone exorcist walking into an abandoned mansion without any signs of innocence about? It piqued her curiosity to say the least. So she did what she thought was best- and followed right after him with a purring chuckle, to hide in the shadows and see just what he was up to. 

Just to almost get a chest full of his damn innocence right off the bat. 

     “ Hey! Watch where you’re kicking that      thing! ”

She stepped out of the shadows, barely a few inches to the left from where the bell had just shot past. And yet Road didn’t appear upset so much as she was annoyed at the pest. 

     “ You’ve been kicking that thing for ages,       don’t you figure it’s useless by now? ”

5/18/2020

Missed a day bc things were busy. A daisya and a golem lovingly called Pancake

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Anger sparked through him. Sure he was optimistic, but it was all he had.

“I don’t know. I don’t know! I want to know what’s going on. I want to save people. I want everyone to be fine and, you know what? If we were all happy that wouldn’t actually be the end of the world!”

“I’m just… I’m not ready for complete despair. Not yet.”

Brows and lips quiver right at the end of the other’s assertive answer, while Apostle is caught in this frail sense of impotence... Maybe for not being able to convince his companion about his point, maybe for not expecting anyone to actually believe anything good could come out of this damn Crusade. Maybe a combination of both. Still, his face remains firm, with slightly furrowing as words reach surface leaving this bitter taste on his mouth.   ❛❛ Expect anyone to get out of a war being happy sure proves you’re more naive than I thought! You should be thankful if you actually manage to survive. ❜❜  

Long pause hangs in the air almost as if the following sentence was far harder to gather together than actually desired, lips trembling at each phoneme.   ❛❛ We don’t save anyone ------------ ❜❜

@charitybell​ asked :: “ Spots to kiss + 30 ″

kissing game || accepting

A blank stare, a side glace her only reply as her arm was swooped up by the younger. Whether the dusting of a blush on her cheeks was from the absurdity of it all or just the sheer teasing nature her friend seemed to exhume as he laid a kiss upon her wrist was something she wasn’t willing to say. Playful habits never die.

     Didn’t stop her from beginning to look a bit more flustered than she should have been.

“ We’re trying to act formal here, not like a couple.. ”

And yet, she was already making a mental reminder to return the favor the first chance she got. 

     Sometimes, you just have to love the friends you keep.

@charitybell​ || cont

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                                       ❛❛ Oi oi oi. Don’t forget, I came out third the last time all of us raced together. Don’t even think you’ll be outrunning me this time, Daisy-boy. Your ass is grass tonight. ❜❜ They taunt, dropping into position, fingers touching the floor as they aim themself for him, armor joints clicking into position before they bolt right for the man at an almost frightening speed. They still aren’t as fast as Lenalee, but holy shit are they getting there.

                                        High heels hit the floor at breakneck speed, coming right for Daisya, actually trying to get him this time.

A twist in time

@charitybell

It had been a while since he was sent on a mission so far away from the Order on his own. The first months after his return Komui seemed very eager to always send him out in the company of at least one other exorcist, mostly newbies, especially on long missions. It was almost as if they were still worried about his condition. Daisya ground his teeth at the thought, yet he understood their worries. They couldn’t afford losing another exorcist in their lines.

The finder that accompanied him kept up with his pace, and even though the turk was rather social and easily got bored on long journeys like this, they hadn’t spoken a word since they left the train station. He was too busy being tangled up in his own thoughts.

Eventually they reached the cave where the supposed Innocence was located. As the finder attempted to go ahead, Daisya held him back and smiled. Even without a word his partner seemed to understand and took the exorcist’s bag to keep it safe until he would return. A quick glance examined the entrance of the cave, then he walked in, pulling up his long hood, the sound of small bells around his belt commenting his every step.

It took a while until he reached the point of interest. In a large hall at the end of the narrow tunnel stood the big, semi-clear crystal he read about in the mission reports. About seven feet tall, solid and eerily glowing from inside. His eyes scanned the area. Nothing else seemed out of order, so he slowly approached the beautiful stone, and as he came closer he could even see his reflection in the polished surface. A fascinating thing, yet he couldn’t let his guard down just yet. With one finger he traced the smooth, almost mirror-like crystal. The glow became brighter all of a sudden and before Daisya could react he was engulved in the bright light emitting from the stone, disappearing from this world.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself in a weird place, surrounded by crystals similar to the one he just touched. They were everywhere, on the walls, the ceiling, the ground beneath his feet. His heart started to race as he tried to find the way back. What was going on here?

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     " d’you miss it? home, that is. what you had before the order. ” sayuri’s voice is surprisingly soft, though it lacks the wistfulness her words might suggest. she misses the bakery, mrs. sauveterre, and alex’s brothers. she even misses sharing alex’s tiny bed, but sayuri doesn’t dare allow herself to long for any of it. it would be foolish to when she knows they can’t go back now.

     still, a tiny part hopes a visit won’t be out of the question one day.

     a sheepish grin stretches across sayuri’s face as she turns her gaze from the train window to her fellow exorcist. “ sorry -- that send off the villagers gave us has me feeling nostalgic. ”

             HE SOMETIMES THOUGHT THE NIGHT BEFORE  were worse than anything that could follow.  the serene quietness of the sunset was a false mirage,  doing nothing to prepare the citizens of this little town for the demons within their midsts.  they had just arrived,  too late to really do something,  so the exorcists were left to wait till morning.  nights like these were the hardest.

              PERHAPS THE DREAD OF WHAT AWAITED THEM  was the cause  of his pondering,  eyes fixed upon the onyx bracelet connecting him with his weapon.  he eventually breaks the silence,  eyes looking up to find the other,  brows knitted in cautious wonder.     “   what do you think your life would have been like if it hadn’t been for innocence ?   ”

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 “Your innocence makes you work your legs right?...You think you can train me in some leg work too? I’m... too slow with mine.”  balance is key after all, and there wasn’t much he wanted to do but be a balanced person in battle. Well its the few things he has going for him. 

@charitybell​ || Plotted Starter

“ Finally. ”

Hand on her shoulder pressing against the side of her arm, forcing the socket of her arm back into place before she knelt down against the cold, unforgiving soil. She hated the night - always had. There was always something ... ominous about peering out to a world cloaked in shadow. And this was no different, the sole light of the moon nigh seeming to flicker in the sky as she wrapped her hand around the thick bound pages. She couldn’t even read the words scrawled across the cover. 

     I don’t NEED to. 

“ You’ve been trouble enough already, damn Leitner. ”

Relying only on her senses and the sense of direction that seemed her nature to pursue the original thief of this tale. All it took was a well placed shot - a mistimed step that sent both pursuer and evader down the side of the relatively gentle decline of a cliff’s face. Scruffed up, in minor need of medical care but for the moment .. victorious. Thanking her luck that the book she had pursued was not of the Dark ( she would have had no chance during the witching hour ) .. but of the Hunt.

Assistant to the Archives, Schäfer was about to tuck the book within the slim bag attached round her hip when she heard something .. odd. Her eyes narrowed, willing herself to try to see through the cover of night as she chose to do something she might regret. Calling out in the darkness to whoever ( whatever ) might be listening. 

“ Hey - who goes there ?! ”

@charitybell​ || continued

That couldn’t be the only option. Tender hands ghosting over plainly broken bone - the medical kit in her pack a feeble remedy for a wound that would need attention by a doctor’s hand. Clenching the air she thrust her head up to look around the cavern. Finding where their path had been blocked, a cave in cast by god himself - an unstable roof giving way once the earth could hold no longer. 

It would take hours, perhaps days to clear out. Time they didn’t have.

Her teeth grit against her cheek. The taste of copper coating a tongue as she swung back to her friend. She had been reckless. Only she had chosen this path - and now they both paid the price. 

“ You’ll - we’ll be fine. I’m not abandoning you. Let’s - ”

She didn’t have the heart to say just how pointless her choices looked. 

“ Let’s get that wound of yours cleaned first. I’m not letting that get infected. ”

@charitybell​ continued::

Pain shot through him as he did his best to force himself into a sitting position only to fall back once more. He’d half expected the tree to kill him. If not right away, then by trapping him under its weight until he succumbed to something. Again, it seemed that was not to be. Daisya looked up at his savior, trying to keep himself from passing out.

“Have to say. ‘m surprised you didn’t just let me die…”

     “ ... Would you rather I did? ”

Kneeling beside the fallen form, the tree casr side from the pair while splintered pieces of bark lay scattered about. Call it luck, call it mercy, call it her own hidden motives - she cared little for which it was. The Noah reached out to prod against the worst of the injuries - his chest and knee seemed to have taken the worst of the pressure. Shattered bone, torn muscle .. she would need to take a closer look. Somewhere where he wasn’t an open target ( and she wasn’t an open rebel for a side outside the two). 

     “ Now tell me, would you rather I keep you until      these wounds of yours are moveable, or do you      want to get kicked back over to the Order now? ”

@charitybell​ || cont

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                                     The scream through his golem, it replays in their head, its on a loop. High heels hit the ground and they hit the cobblestones hard, leaving cracks in the stone. They lost the finders about two blocks before. They run past Akuma, bullets just missing the tail of their coats. Their mask plays on its own, windows trembling from the volume. The toe of their shoe hitting a slightly taller rock, nearly sending them to the ground, but a clawed hand catches their fall, leaving deep gouges as they continue to run as hard as possible. They need to give Daisya backup before something terrible happens.

                                       They turn the corner, just spotting black coattails going around a corner, but their eyes fall to Daisya. That other bastard could wait, first, they need to help their teammate and getaway. Clawed hands bring him down from where the bastard has hung him up. They feel like their mouth has gone dry, trembling faintly as they try to take care of the other’s injuries, making eye contact as he speaks. A comforting hand reaches up, wiping a bit of dirt off of his cheek almost affectionately. ❛❛ Don’t worry, just relax, I’ll keep you safe. We need to get out of here. ❜❜

                                        Even while doing their best to seem calm and collected, they’re trembling, They pull the other exorcist up onto their back. A glance is thrown back towards the alleyway they saw the culprit disappear around, feeling their legs get weak for a moment. Knees lock to keep themself from falling forward, only unlocking with a click when they begin jogging away from the scene, back towards where the finders should be by now. Their belly tied in knots with paranoia, taking odd turns to the rendevous point to lose an invisible pursuer. It’s not paranoia if someone really is after you, and as far as Miku knew, they were never truly safe. ❛❛ Tonight, whatever you do. Don’t stop talking, Daisya. Talk about anything, everything. Please. Just don't stop talking. ❜❜

@charitybell​ asked :: “  “Raw stupidity coupled with an unrelenting devotion to my olympic pipe-dream got me out the door.” “

hyperbole and a half

A chuckle burst from her lips, even as she hoisted her pack onto a shoulder still sore from the last mission she had returned from. To think of raw stupidity ... the unit leader would have preferred to call it optimism. Buzzing next to her ear made it clear that she wasn’t the only one happy to see a friendly face - her golem doing it’s best to clamber into an upright position in search of his own flying ‘pet’. She herself would just nod along to his little speech, hearing the telltale muffled thud of the hefty doors behind them as they slammed shut. 

The mission had begun.

“ You took the risk regardless! Stupidity, devotion ... then again, it’s your call as to how you choose to define your actions. ”

Turning her gaze to the surrounding country, she placed one hand on her pack while the other rested gently on her hip. Crisp air washed across her body with a ferocity that almost brought a shiver to her very core. Yet the sky was clear, the lands green and lush - a setting almost perfect for the beginnings of an assignment. 

“ Besides, if it’s stupidity that got you to agree to be an exorcist .. then I think I’d qualify as a even greater one, don’t you think? ”