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COUGHS , blood spat out between cracked lips    ----   he has been here too long . eyes are sore , throat dry ( when was the last time he had drank anything ??? ) , and the tingle from resurrection seemed to constantly plague his fingers . cannot count how many resets he has had here . all he knows is that he is getting close , that whoever had purchased him this time was in the same room . he is being watched . 

is tempted to summon the yurei , to slaughter whoever was standing above him    -----   but he is so tired . blindfold is tugged off forcefully , and it takes a few moments for his eyes to adjust to the light . wants to be defiant , to spit in the face of the man leering above his head , but the energy isn’t there . instead the demi - human watches , exhausted and dead - eyed . 

“ what do you want with me ??? ”

@mxdxmeguillotine has witnessed a death

wonders how long this one had been watching him before he had noticed. 

it takes longer than he would like for his body to move, the energy required to tilt his head up enough to make eye contact with the stranger is just out of reach. vision won’t focus, he can just about make out her red hair before eyelids slide closed from exhaustion. exhales slow, face angled towards the ceiling, and the teen laughs. it’s quiet, the sound grates along his throat painfully, but for the moment it seems to be the least of his problems. 

“anata wa chigau.” ( you’re different )  she’s definitely not with the people who had been holding him captive. 

god, he’s so t i r e d. can’t remember how long it had been since he was locked up, captured, can’t even tell how long since his last reset. another would come soon, hopefully, judging by the clawing feeling in his stomach and the exhaustion that was tearing at his consciousness. surely his body couldn’t starve for much longer. 

“karera wa watashi ga shinu no o matte iru.” ( they’re waiting for me to die ). a pause, the time taken to briefly wonder why he thought the explanation was necessary. he had been isolated for so long, and the teen had always been talkative. “watasha ga suru toki ni nani ga okoru ka mi ni kimashita ka?” ( have you come to see what happens when i do? )

@phoenixofsoutherncross has witnessed a death

needs to reset. needs to reset soon. pain shoots down his left leg, warm blood flowing in a steady stream - he can’t really feel it anymore, the limb numb and tingling. blood loss makes his vision waver, shadows encroaching on the edges of his sight. 

it was a stupid mistake, his target had managed to fire two rounds into his stomach and left thigh before his yurei had managed to kill him. it was just ryou’s own rotten luck that meant neither bullets had hit a really vital area - he would have died much faster if that were the case. 

there’s a person up ahead, he can just about make out their silhouette. can’t let them see him revive, can’t risk it - ajins were still a hunted species, and he had spent too long on the run. they were closer now, approaching him? he can’t tell, everything is too dark. doesn’t have the energy to summon his yurei again, let alone control it. 

he’s stuck. 

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BLOOD vaccuums shirt to his chest , although the wound that caused the outpour of haemoglobin has long since closed . pain still aches in his chest , though , deep knawing in his sternum . getting killed by a ghoul was always the worst , though supposes he is lucky that his revival was enough to scare this one away . 

is the same luck that a ghoul investigator has managed to appear just as he was revived   ---  and now no doubt assumed he was a ghoul himself ( what other reason would there be for his attacker to flee in the manner that he did ?? ) . struggles to his feet , ignoring the fuzz that came just after resurrection , the tingling in his extremeties . “ before you do anything, i’m not a ghoul !! ” doubts his explanation will gain him any traction , but doubts he has many other options . 

@vessuvius has witnessed a death 

community college hadn’t been his first choice. he doubts many people had a community college as their firm, but money is tight and really, he’s about to take anything he can get. 

plus, this part of the world was safe. no one knew who he was here, no one knew he was on the run. ryou could breathe easy, if just for a little while. doesn’t doubt that his pursuers will find him eventually. 

he had settled in easily enough, though. the art facilities were good - better than anything he could get himself, anyway, and his flatmates friendly enough. he wasn’t the type to go out drinking too often, and they respected that, and appreciated how often he liked to make cake. 

ryou, as it seemed, had a terrible habit of not looking where he was going. its why he doesn’t notice the other boy until they’re colliding, until the coffee and palette he had balanced in his left hand were thoroughly smeared all over the strangers shirt. 

“oh shit!” backs up a few steps, mouth opening and closing a few times as he struggles to find the right words. “fuck i am so sorry, i wasn’t even lookin’ - i am so glad i didn’t get a hot coffee today. are you alright? shit, man, i really am sorry, i never look where i’m going.”

@nailfanged has witnessed a death

stabbings were always a hassle. never killed you quickly enough. 

blood seeps through fingers pressed against his abdomen, black spots encroaching on the edges of his vision. just die already. soon he can’t stay upright, collapsing against the wall and sliding down to the floor. not long now. by the time he notices someone watching him, he’s taking his last breath. 

revival is always agony. 

like his cells are being ripped apart, black particles floating around his corpse(?) like telivision static. comes to with a sharp inhale, body jerking upright, and immediately he looks for his watcher. he hadn’t run away?

“you’ve reacted very well to that.” 

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PEN is stuck between teeth , cap chewed within an inch of it’s life as he stares down at the work scribbled down in his notebook . soft grunt of frustration , chair is tipped back as the teen turns his attention to the ceiling . mathematics had never been his strong point ( had just about scraped a high enough mark to pass the entrance exam , even after months of studying ) . 

chair returned to it’s upright position , head is rested on his hand as he looks across the table to his tutor . “ go over this bit again ??? ” taps the equation he has scribbled down , surrounding by his several failed attempts to solve it . 

@pasttorn asked :: what process does your muse have for styling their hair ? // for  ryou !

ryou is not very big on hair and skin care. he washes, obviously, and he uses all the regular products, but usually he just let’s his hair dry on it’s own. it isn’t uncommon for him to show up to classes with nearly soaking wet hair, if he’s woken up late or was wasting time when he should’ve been getting ready. if he wants to look nice he has some mousse and styling cream, but they’re rarely used, and he doesn’t really know what to do with them 

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“Huh-?!” Deku grew anxious from the wording. “Uh, p-please don’t die! I’m sure you have plenty to live for! So please stay with us!” He begged while getting out some first aid supplies. 

won’t deny that this boys concern is at least a little endearing, though it doesn’t stop him from carrying out his plan. small needle pops out from the box on his wrist, tip shoved into his thigh and he’s falling into the familiar blackness before he can really even feel it. revival is, as always, agony. particles of his yurei dance across his skin as cells are regrown, wounds stitched together until all that remains is the rip in his shirt. gasps back to life, hand coming up to his chest to still his newly-racing heart. “see, just needed to die for a second.” 

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64. What are some habits your OC has picked up?

alice - cracks her knuckles. bites the skin around her fingernails. scratches the scars on her face. sleeps with her back pressed against the wall, knees curled in to protect her abdomen. talks to the coffee machines. 

neirin - taps out rhythms on his knees when he’s thinking. puts cut off flowers behind his ears. tangles his headphones between his fingers. scratches the skin behind his ears. pulls out his hair. 

ryou - chews on his paintbrush. crushes empty drinks cans. waits for paint to peel on his palettes so he can peel it off instead of washing them. doesn’t take his headphones off, ever. cracks his shoulders. 

seong-jin -  opens his mouth when he thinks. writes in block capitals. rushes his signs when he’s nervous. hums to use his quirk more than actually speaking. looks around a lot, which makes him look nervous, but he’s just checking his surroundings. 

@gavehcpe has witnessed a death

paintbrush taps against his bottom teeth, the student leaning back in his chair and watching the crowd that was passing by. university was expensive, and ryou had taken to street portraits to try and drum up some extra cash. it certainly didn’t pay very well ( no where near as well as his previous occupation, but he refuses to return to that part of his life ) but it was good practice for life studies, even if not many people seemed to want to sit down. eye catches on a woman, short blond hair, or more accurately her rather bizarre fashion sense. if it could be likened to sense. he needs to paint her. 

“hey!” stands up, raising his arm to wave the stranger down, being perhaps a bit more outgoing than he would normally. “do you want a portrait? it’s only a fiver. it’ll be good, promise!”