Garden of Concrete || Aerith & Joshua

demoisellecetra:

— Well, when I was alive I never went outside my native city -she replied-, and when I did I had my first and last adventure. I got to see many things, but my adventurous side still craves for more, so I just keep wandering. It’s okay, really; my status is irrelevant when I’m making friends, and as long as you don’t try to re-kill me we’re fine, and you’ll want me here rather than my world’s “ill omen”, anyway.

— I see -she looked at him, then to the crowd-. Unbalance is not good, even if it inclines to the benevolent side. Since you used the universe’s fabric analogy, should I assume that this one in particular isn’t very stable? Since my relatively harmless presence seems to threaten it. Not that I can say much about that, even in my own universe there are things that have this sort of effect.

She looked back him, frowning (yet again) at the implications of his questions— Now that you mention it, I never thought about the consequences my presence can cause to a dimension, and I certainly don’t want to disrupt the peace of said dimension. About the second point, what risked my home’s balance were not my shienanigans, at least not entirely. The story is long, but we could say that the bad guys started and me and my friends had the best intentions by stopping them, but we weren’t sure of what we were doing and things got… Messy. When my part in the plan came I managed to do it but I died there, only for it not working properly and even with my friends’ help I had to intervene, only for it to coming back to bite them again, one of them directly. -she scratched her head, smiling awkwardly- In the end everything turned out well, the threat is gone and balance is back.

“That sounds like quite the adventure you had,” he yawned, body language not matching his words. “I suppose you could say much the same happened here: a ‘hero’ with only the best of intentions unaware of the world he was destroying with his actions. Or creating, for that matter.” He memory had him chuckling darkly, brushing aside idle wonder of what the carrot topped teen might be up to now with a shake of his head.

“Things are supposed to be more or less resolved at this point, but the influx of dimensional skippers is breaking down barriers that were already rather thin in the first place. While it’s becoming increasingly easy to take a vacation in another world, so too is it becoming harder to keep such things under wraps from the general public. They have such straightforward ideas about what the world they live in entails, you see. Realizing they are but one of many ripples of existence would only cause mass panic, which is really quite a hassle to clean up, and I’d like to avoid any unnecessary work, I’m sure you’ll understand.”

Though from the sounds of it, she wasn’t so much an alternate version of a Reaper as she was a sort of Guiding Angel, he could still be rid of a great deal of apprehension to know she wasn’t a random civilian. Having heard of a complete transportation and reconstruction of Shibuya quite a few of his fellow Alternates had gone through during the summer—he’d heard the names Sora and Riku thrown around, and was being careful to avoid persons of their description lest the same disaster befall himself—so long as it remained those of a higher position that were willingly thrown about, he could put off the enormous amount of effort it was going to take to repair the larger barriers for another day.

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certainlysuperpaper:

She recognized him on the spot - well, not exactly. She had no idea who this kid was, but she could recognize the traces Bern left on him right away.

“You!” she said, pointed dramatically at him - completely ignoring his comments, not particularly caring. Just another skinny kid in drab colours, why should she care? “You were with my Bern, weren’t you? Don’t lie to me, I can tell! What was she doing here, huh? Is she setting up a new game - without telling me?”

Of course, it occurred to her that this was the new, unmapped fragment Bernkastel had told her about - but then, that gave her an advantage! Getting the feel of the game board before she’d even had a chance to inspect the set up herself - clever, clever Bern!

Any similarities he thought the two witches might have shared personality-wise were quickly thrown out the window with her animated outburst, an inconspicuous raise of his eyebrows the only outward indication of internal shattering. He took a moment to wipe his cheek of any flying spittle, more for the sake of the action than the feeling of anything there.

“My, someone’s certainly possessive. Hmm, let’s see… Bern… Bern…” he hummed, looking up as he tapped his chin in false thought. “Ah yes, I do believe the Lady of Blue may have introduced herself as something along those lines. I suppose we had a little fun, as hindsight would describe it. Though if anyone is going to start up any Games, I can assure you, there’ll be no illegal Games run by those foreign to the city while I have any say in the matter. Which, admittedly, is a fair lot. Have you lost your pet kitty, Little Miss Pink?”

While Bernkastel’s manner of presenting herself had called for similar formalities, this guest’s demeanour felt much too easy to tease, and what else could be the perfect remedy for a headache? Still, he’d have to air on the side of caution, having identified herself as indeed being related to the previous Witch. Magic was a tricky business, and best used with a level head, something this Witch seemed comparatively lacking in.

Garden of Concrete || Aerith & Joshua

demoisellecetra:

She looked at his finger when he poked her, then her eyes moved to meet his gaze. — Well, it’s clear that being dead is a requirement -she frowned a bit-, but circumstances are too? Because I’m thinking in one thing or two that might have to do with “meeting the requirements”. 

She raised an eyebrow, annoyed by his first commentary. — I never implied that only artists have the Imagination levels to fill the criteria. Let me see if I got this: Imagination, and possibly creativity, is linked so sensibility which allows you to “feel” and perceive beyond your senses, which at the same time allows you to exist  after dying. In conclusion, your mind makes it real? Or rather, your mind makes you real?

Yeah, about that -she smiled awkwardly, scratching her neck-; I know how I came here. I… Ah… Do this all the time; I’m going to regret telling you all of this -she frowned again-, but I should be supervising everything in my world’s afterlife. My world has a life and death cycle where the souls “feed” the world of the living and viceversa, and since my death I became a sort of “guardian” of the Lifestream, the river of life and death, if we can call it that way. Since things are going pretty well I decided to visit other places, so I just… -she started to play with her hands- wander… Outside… Afterlife. I apologize if my presence is threatening the balance of your world, I know how it is. You just say it and I’ll bounce off.

A goodhearted chuckle formed the bulk of the answer to her questions, tsking for good measure. “My, what a curious dimensional skipper you are. I suppose it’s with that in mind that you find yourself flying off to different worlds, hmm? I wonder how honoured I should be that the keeper of the very Dead in another dimension has graced the city’s presence? Or perhaps it’s more of an ill omen, hmm?”

Taking a moment to stretch out on the bench, Joshua cast a lazy glance over the people meandering about, all very much alive as they texted furiously crossing the street. Might be seeing a few of those kids in the UG later…

“Well, I may have been exaggerating the extent of pressure your being here has caused just a smidgen.” A brush of fringe sent locks flipping away from his eyes, uncrossing his legs only to cross them with his other leg on top. “It’s a relative thing, really; can’t say one way or another the distortion caused by one person will be the same as another. All things considered, you don’t seem to be terribly bad for the city, but in that sense, neither are you good. All the worlds are built around a stable balance of all the things present in that world. When a foreign object, soul attached or otherwise, comes along, things can start ripping at the seams, depending on how well sewn together it was in the first place.

“I’m surprised,” he continued with a giggle, “that someone of your supposed position would purposefully seek out that sort of disruption. Or perhaps, your dimension has already crumpled under the weight of your own shenanigans?”

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certainlysuperpaper:

joshuakiryu started following you

If there was one thing Lambdadelta was good at, it was hunting down Bernkastel. She’d spent enough centuries doing that, and had only gotten better. It helped that the other witch was no longer trying to hide herself… but she tried to ignore that. Focus on the positives, and all of that.

So when she got to this fragment, she knew she’d hit the jackpot. And there was some piece here - or something stronger - that practically stank of Bernkastel. What in the - what was this? How? This wasn’t fair - she certainly wouldn’t stand for this!

And so she descended into the fragment, determined to relieve this sudden bout of jealousy one way or another.

Shibuya gave another twang of displeasure, and Joshua had to physically restrain himself from pulling his hair out. Had it not been but a couple of hours ago he’d bid the Lady of Blue goodbye after their bout with the Taboo? He was exhusted, to say the very least in the matter, and yet more company just kept coming. Lucky him…

It was of little solace that his latest guest felt the slightest bit similar to the the witch of before, only certain to guarantee him trouble. With a great sigh, he materialized himself down to her level, immediately struck at how bright her outfit was. The headache he thought he’d finally been rid of was back to pounding away at the back of his eyes again.

“Howdy there, Little Miss Pink.” The intensity of her wardrobe choice certainly wasn’t helping his head. “Couldn’t help but notice you seemed a bit out of place there.”

Garden of Concrete || Aerith & Joshua

demoisellecetra:

— Well, I guess being dead gives you a twisted sense of humor -she smiled-. I keep making jokes about my demise and death in general, but I’m not in the point of trying to kill someone -she frowned while looking at him-.

She looked at Joshua while he explained the “sides” subject, every now and then looking at her feet, thinking. — I think I get the “only one side can see” part -she started-, but what about the Imagination levels? You have to be very creative to exist in “this side”, like an artist, I assume?

She noticed the look and the smile and frowned, but quickly changed her expression. — So… Which are these “conditions”? I must’ve filled at least a few aside from being dead, like you said, I “ended up there”.

He shrugged, sighing as he shook his head. “Who can say one way or another whether the conditions apply across dimensions?” He reached over to give her a light poke in the shoulder, as if as a reminder that she had a physical body. “You wouldn’t be the first to have accidentally jumped into the wrong Plane, but it is a rarity. Though I must admit, having died once before—an early end to your life in a most tragic way, perhaps?—probably gave you a sort of default clearance.”

Back on his own side of the bench, he allowed a chuckle before brushing the hair from his eyes. “And what would give you the idea that only the creative have the necessary Imagination? Scientists, businessmen, even bums on the street—there is much more to the world than the senses can perceive.

“Nevertheless, at the end of the day you are not where you are meant to be.” He resumed his previous curious position, this time with crossed arms, slouching where he sat. “If you did not will yourself here, then have you an idea of how you might have come to be here, Planes aside? And how difficult would it be to return the way you came? It is not that you personally are bad company, do not misunderstand. But your presence here creates a wave of instability  and that’s something I take very seriously, you see.”

(出典： joshuakiryu)

dynastycrown:

A man of his character was growing increasingly hard to trust. But with her circumstances, what choice did she have at this point? He was actually offering her aid to navigate this foreign city. Should she choose to walk away from this and take matters into her own hands, she would further her lost state. A sigh passed her lips, her arms dropping back down to her sides as she firmly nodded.

“Right…if you know of a city named Rabanastre…that is my destination,” she said, her blue orbs averted sideways as she pressed her lips tight together. She made sure not to give her kingdom’s name—rather, she had given the name of a city under her kingdom’s jurisdiction. Being princess, she had to always exercise extreme caution.

“You have said the palace is….out of town, at the moment,” she cleared her throat. “What kind of system is your city governed by?” 

“Rabanastre, eh?” he hummed thoughtfully, twirling a piece of hair as he switched his mind’s eye to that of a world map. “Can’t say I’ve heard of such a place, but it has sort of a middle-eastern ring to it. That would be on the opposite side of the Asian continent though, I’m afraid.” He turned to face her again, smiling through his eyes. “Unless you fell out of a plane however, I’ve a feeling your destination isn’t physically traversable in the sense I’m thinking of.

“As for the Imperial Palace…” Having continued without missing a beat up to this point, he paused here to attempt to stifle a giggle. Attempt being the keyword. “Though well known throughout the world as a place of technology, I’m afraid Japan is not so advanced as to have buildings move about freely. If you’re looking for a flying castle, I might direct you instead to Mitaka, to view the works of Miyazaki.”

Joshua could almost see the joke fly over her head, and wasn’t sure if he should laugh or cry. “In any case,” he continued after clearing his throat, “You’re currently in the city of Shibuya, found within the municipality of the same name, one of the special wards in the Tokyo Metropolis, doubling as a prefecture in the Kanto region of the country of Japan—if that rings any bells for you. There’s a typical mayoral system in place within the city proper, but of course, there’s a prevalent underground system unattached to the government. But, alas, you can find such in any city of the world, hmm?”

kairisdestiny:

[[Clearly.]]

[[ i don’t even need to put an icon here, my fandom has me covered ]]

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kairisdestinyのコメント:

[[you only logged in because i told you to. you are a butt. and not the nice kind!]]

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