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[skyfaring]

The former ruler of Sanguis moon received this picture and called it "junk mail." 8 days later Sanguis moon became uninhabitable. A man received this picture and immediately sent out copies, then received good fortune for an entire year, including winning a jackpot lottery. Copy, paste, and send this to 9 people or you will be cursed. Don't take any chances. Sanguis did, and now no one can live there.

text; un: magicowl

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What the hell is this???

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me saving your life

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Do you actually believe this crap????

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my skydom was almost destroyed because of miscommunication
im saving us

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[Oh my god.]

This is chain mail bull!

[He can't even.]

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there's no chains?

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[After taking a moment, and a shot of some gin he purchased, he responds.]

Chain mail is a term for messages or letters where there's either a curse or a superstition of good luck if the receiver gives it to X-number of people. All of it false and just a kind of prank.

[That was harder than he thought.]

text; un: sannomiyaShiho

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[Congratulations, Bishop, this is the first time Shiho has ever sent a text to anyone with her own name.]

So
About that talk
I... think I'm ready now
Can I come over?

Text ; un:magicowl

[getting_better]

[ Like most text, it came out of the blue and seeing the name made him feel equal measures of excitement and nervousness.

Mostly cause his place is kind of a dump.]

Of course. My place is small and is near Caihong.

[ And a dump, but he sends her the address anyway. ]

If you want to meet somewhere nicer, that'd be okay too. My treat.

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small is fine
I just
Want this to be private

We can move somewhere nicer after
If you want to

[If he still wanted to after finding out what she is, that is.

She kind of hopes it goes well though. She really, really wants it to.]

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[ Private. Gulp. ]

Okay. Private then. We can decide what to do after we talk.

[ No amount of special training prepared him for what they're about to talk about. ]

I'll see you in a bit then?

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Yeah
I'll be htere just give me a moment

[Talking about being a psychometer isn't a conversation she wants to have in public, so private it'll have to be.

She tries to be punctual.... but ends up obsessing too much over what she should wear or how her hair should look. It takes her at least thirty minutes before she leaves, after asking Kaoru for the third time if she looks okay, if she's successfully toed the line between "tried hard to be cute" and "just naturally this cute".

Sure, she can have this conversation with him even in regular clothes but it feels easier to be brave when she knows she looks super cute so just give her this, okay.

Welp, here goes nothing: she knocks on the door.]

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[ He paced his tiny room after her last response trying to convince himself that he's calm, despite the elevated pulse rate, shallow breathing, and uneasy tension in his gut. Or what's commonly known as butterflies in his stomach.

When pacing didn't help Bishop started to obsess over the smallest things, like the tiniest particles of dust on the window sill, the wrinkles on his bed, how the few clothes in his closet were equidistant from each other. He must have cleaned his place at least three times.

When Shiho knocked on the door he was in the middle of cleaning cleaning his guns, one of which was disassembled and laid out a top a cloth. ]

Coming!

[ He rushed to the door, tripping over nothing, before opening it and seeing her. Her efforts to dress herself paid off as his chest tightened and his heart skipped a beat the moment he laid his eyes on her. ]

...A-Ah! Come in.

[ Smooth. Like twenty grit sand paper smooth. ]

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[Shiho has to stop herself from staring at him too when he opens the door. It... really has been a while since she'd seen him but even then she can feel her breath catch as the last time they'd met comes crashing back and she blushes.]

Th-Thank you. [She reaches up and tucks a strand of her behind her ear before noticing she's fidgeting and puts her hand back down. Her eyes drift to the cloth on the table, then the gun and she gratefully goes for that as a point of conversation.

No, she's not trying to avoid the subject already, why do you ask??]

You were busy, huh.

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[ That blushing is not fair or allowed. It brought back with it the memories of that night, his mind suddenly trying to remember the sensation of her lips.

Focus, Bishop! Focus!

Stop trying to catch more of her scent as she entered, you dolt! ]

Uhhh, n-n-not really.

[ Also please don't notice how needlessly immaculate the place is. ]

Uhh, please have a seat.

[ He gestures to the one bed and the couple of chairs at the table where he was working. ]

Would you like a drink?

Endgame - Shiho

[getting_better]

He sat slouched on the familiar couch of a ruined apartment amidst a ruined cityscape with a sense of melancholic nostalgia flowing through his veins as he looked out the window and surveyed the aftermath of the end. It tasted bittersweet on his lips knowing he survived the apocalypse yet again. Again. Never did he think he'd survive two different but very similar kinds of the end of the world.

Did that make him a survivor, or just goddamn lucky? Or did it make him a hero? Unlike the first, he fought this time. He fought hard. Each time he was brought down, he rose up. Each time he was crushed, he retaliated. Each time he was told it was hopeless, he rebelled with every fiber of his being, every ounce of red blood in his veins.

And they won.

'No' was the word that carried him on. No to the apocalypse, no to death, no to the end. It was funny, in a way and kind of annoying as the what ifs started to play in his head.

He twirled the prism in his hand, fingers still sore from the fighting. He'd lost count of how many times he pulled the trigger, he'll he thought he broke his finger at one point. Maybe he did. He doesn't care. It didn't matter. Not a lot mattered right now, not their victory, not the restoration, not even how many survived. There was only one thing that mattered, and she was most likely on her way to him.

To their home.

He simply had to wait, wait quietly with the all the packed bags on the floor. A few by his feet, the others on the opposite end of the couch. This...This was the most important thing to him right now.

[good_ideas]

Shiho had fought hard because she couldn't bear to lose this world. Because she hated bullies. Because she loved this place. There was no other possible choice in her heart and she had thrown herself into it, using her psychometry to pilot mecha with uncanny precision.

And they had won. Against all odds, they had won.

The prism is cool in her hand, the edges hard. It's a way back, it's... a connection at the very least because she knows what the two of them would choose.

She has to go back to her home, to her life back there and she had to... she had to find him. She grips the prism, nearly crashing into a Prismal but knowing without a doubt where he could be.

She barely sees the big hole through the apartment, the gravel littering the hallway as she pushes the door open, catching her breath as she stares from the bags to him.

"Sam..."

[getting_better]

There was no need to look her way to know how she reacted to the scene before her. He tossed his prism a few times before standing to walk towards the very hole that was once their living room and part of the balcony.

"...Well, this is a huge mess." He says exasperated, gesturing widely to the hole and the scenery beyond before putting his hands on his waist.

"I mean it's nice that we won but, half the city is on the floor and the other half is about to fall to the floor, and I don't know if you noticed but we have a bit of a hole in the wall." He shakes his head and sighs. "Forget rebuilding, best to just....move out. Yeah?"

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Shiho doesn't know whether she should laugh or cry when she sees him and then hears the first words from his mouth. When she first arrived here she'd never thought that he'd be so dear to her and yet in this moment she can't look away.

"...Move out, huh."

She toes some of the rubble out of the way before she follows him to the newly, permanently renovated balcony, letting the cool breeze run through her hair.

"...Did you have a place in mind?"

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He takes a slow breath, deep and long, then leans along the remains of the railing whilst still gazing out into the horizon.

"A few ideas, yeah. They are completely out of the way though and there's..." He paused taking another breath. "...there's guarantee things we'll settle very smoothly."

He paused and closed his eyes as a gentle breeze kissed their cheeks.

"...You're not coming with me, visiting, or even taking a glimpse of my world. I'm not going to let you." The first time he's ever used those words with an implication of authority, though given it is his world who better to have authority over it. "You know what it's like. It's no place for you."

1/2 prepare for trouble

[good_ideas]

[Shiho won't deny it hurts when he tells her she can't come with him, that he had to go back to a place so dangerous.

Just as she won't deny the fact that it makes her mad to hear him speak to her like this, taking charge and making decisions she'd like to make on her own. She doesn't look at him at first, brows furrowed as she looks over the ruined city

Maybe his home... really couldn't be a place for her.]

2/2 and make it double with a change of formatting

[good_ideas]

Which is why she turns to him with a sad smile.

"If you.... really think that... then I guess I'll have no choice but to listen, right?"

And in another universe Minamoto feels a chill. Shiho, listening? Shiho saying that there was no helping it??

She lets her gaze drift away again, eyes lowered before she brightens up as she turns the full force of her "you goofed, let me tell you the ways in which you did" smile on him.

"But it's fine if I go back and bring a friend or five with me though, isn't it? If I'm not going by myself~"

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He knew this was going to be a hard conversation, that she was going to be mad and that she was going to try something. And it was all going according to plan. This is, after all, the most important op he planned out.

"No. It's not. That place is hell. A second one, probably even the one to end them all." He shifted, hand quietly slipping into his inner breast pocket while he moved, and sighed at the thought as if he were annoyed by the mention of the world.

"The population in my world used to be seven billion. When the Calamity happened, it was reduced to three billion in the span of four months. Four months. Do you have any idea what kind of force it would take to do that?" He does. It's horrible.

"If you think I'm going to let you, let alone five others, take a single step into that world-" He turned to her, the first time since they started talking. Calm, expression neutral, but eyes focused. "-then think again."

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What makes her angry is that he's shutting her out just like that, telling her he wouldn't let her, protecting her without a chance to let her protect him.

Shiho's lips press together in a bid to not cry, hands balling up before she looks away.

"I don't need your permission."