inturbiduscuratrix:

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Akihiko’s expression creased into that of concern upon encountering his esteemed leader under what seemed to be duress. Arisato, do you need me to call a doctor? ((DAMN IT JAY. DAMN IT.))

Would calling a doctor even help the ache, the feeling that he was slowly losing his grip? He shakes his head, thinking the idea a lost cause, yet not wanting the boxer to know just how negative his thoughts were, how convinced he had little to no time left. But that was just his mind being melodramatic, right?

 ”…I’m fine.”

Whatever Arisato told him, his actions told the opposite. There was nothing natural about the way he was kneeling on the ground that moment, nor the way he trembled earlier. Most of all, it was not like the other at all to show such weakness to his peers, much less his senpai.

“Look, you clearly aren’t fine,” Akihiko said, kneeling next to Arisato and putting a hand to his forehead. “I’m going to call an ambulance right now, okay?”

overlordxabel:

Iwatodai…
Tatsumi Port Island.

It had been so long since he’s been here, the early months of having become the Overlord after the Lockdown. This place was one of many worlds he’s remembered encountering, despite not being able to actually pinpoint what he had done. Being able to travel through rifts here and there, allowing contact towards others species and religious figures.

In every world, there was some sort of High God.

He’s grown since the last he’s been here, having it only be three whole inches. Not much but it’s pretty much the start for his lifestyle as the King of Demons. Destruction here and there by his own hand, but that was to be expected.

Abel was what chaos had presented, so whatever may come he would be there to literally fuck up your shit.

Personae Users were the first he’s met, so different from Demon Tamers. Ah, this place brings fond memories muses the King as he heads for Iwatodai Station. The scent of ramen filled his sensitive nostrils though ruby eyes were focused on the sweets shop.

But that wasn’t what was important at this very moment.

People were staring and why?
He was floating.

Civilians weren’t sure if this was a mere circus act even when the bluenette landed gracefully on the concrete ground, not too far from the Used Bookshop.

“Ah…~ Fond memories are here.”

Nothing ever beat Hagakure’s beef ramen.

Or so Akihiko Sanada thought as he wolfed down his meal with gusto, much to the alarm of the surrounding clientele. Oblivious to their reactions, he simply continued on his quest to conquer his large serving of beef ramen, thoughts of the succulent beef and tasty noodles filling his senses.

In all his years in Tokyo, nothing ever came close to the meal he was having that moment, what with years of passing up on such a delicious meal in favor of instant noodles and long hours at the station. Much as his visit to Iwatodai sent him a surge of nostalgia, there was not anything quite like enjoying a Hagakure bowl reminiscent of his high school days—though people who chose to go through their meal slowly would have begged to differ.

Unfortunately, it was too good to last, for a commotion outside caused him to pause three-fourths of the way, brow quirking at the patrons craning their necks to see what was going on. On instinct, he practically inhaled the last of his meal and after taking a large gulp of water, slammed some bills on the counter. Without waiting for his change, he exited the shop, weaving through the small crowd by the entrance.

The crowd seemed to be fixated upon the sight of a certain caped person—or kid, if Akihiko were to go by the person’s stature. The familiar sight of blue caused him to paused in his tracks for a while, trying to place where he saw this person last. It was not as much the air as it was the distinctly-shaped headphones this person chose to don that gave him away, and caused a lightbulb to go off in his head.

Abel? Floating? A look of disbelief flashed across his face for a moment, before resuming his neutral mask. It has been years and years since the first and what he thought as the last time he saw him. Considering how Abel got him on his guard that day despite his unassuming appearance, his visit to Iwatodai in broad daylight did not bode well, especially if he were to take Abel’s introduction seriously back then.

Not wanting to cause a scene, he decided to fall back and observe for the moment, deigning to hope that Abel was not up to some dirty trick whatsoever.

timidfelidae:

Kanashii was on her way to a stationery shop. Her ink stock was over and she always hated not being able to draw and register the locations of her travels, although they were always very poorly made drawings. But nothing was better for her instead of taking a nap. The ink could wait.

… It wouldn’t hurt, would it?

She walked a bit more the streets of the apparently peaceful city to find a perfect alley for sleeping. Putting her small bag on the floor, she grinned and closed her tired eyes, finally lying on the floor without caring about the possible dangers of that place.

zzzzZZZzzzZzZzzzz…

“Thank you, Officer Kurosawa. I will be on my way now.”

With a bow, Akihiko Sanada exited the police station, holding a package inside a nondescript shopping bag as he made his way towards the pharmacy.

In an unprecedented move, Akihiko decided to buy his own gloves—nay, weapon—from Officer Kurosawa instead of relying on Arisato to buy them for him. Much as he appreciated Arisato’s efforts, it was not like he was hurting for cash, and Akihiko was sure that the yen being spent on their weapons could be better used as savings for the future, considering Arisato was an orphan with probably no money to his credit. Having been an orphan in the same situation, it was not like he was unfamiliar with having to deal with a lack of cash every so often.

It was with such thoughts that he sighted a prone figure by the alley, alarm bells immediately ringing through his head. A victim of a mugging? Rushing to the dark figure on the ground, he immediately did a vitals check, blood boiling as thoughts of what he would do to someone who would do something like this to a child occupied his thoughts, and was relieved—but baffled—to discover that she was asleep.

Regardless, he thought it prudent to rouse the person, just in case something was wrong. “Hey,” he gently nudged the sleeping one with a gloved hand, “are you okay?”

ohtani-hanako:

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Shutting his phone in horror, Akihiko barely resisted the urge to throw out the offending object, stopping himself just in time to tell himself that it was not his phone’s fault that such a mentally-scaring image decided to imprint itself on him.

With a heavy sigh, he reopened the phone, cringed slightly at the still open mail, and hit the DELETE button.

Just to keep things organized— Also, feel free to visit my ask box if you wish to plot an RP with me.

I have RPs slated with:

• overlordxabel
• inturbiduscuratrix

I owe the following a reply:

• timidfelidae

I owe the following a starter:

• cheerfulfool (MONTHS OVERDUE I’M SO SORRY)

I am waiting on:

• crimsonxheadphones (Inadvertent Discovery)

((I fail at being around. Regardless, I shall try and put some replies in to motion in a bit.))

((I’m switching to lurk mode now. If you want to plot and/or revive an old thread, feel free to drop by my ask box.

Plot-wise, I am more inclined to do post-P4U Aki, but the timeline before that is fine as well.

Also, to the Anon who sent me that ask earlier… Is there a reason why? o:))