Monthly Archives: October 2014

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Terminal Affirmation

smokebombsandmirrors:

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He smirked at him and gave a very KID like look. “Well, I made it. I had to do a bit of …. ‘searching’ for the aquamarine but was luck that a shop had some. As for the quicksilver and topaz it came from my home collection and don’t worry about getting me anything I don’t need the material to be happy. Just let me know your doing okay while you’re gone and let me know what you’re up to. I’ve never been outside of Japan so I want to know what ts like.”

His expression shift to something more eager and child like. Rotating in his seat he brought one leg up so he could rest his chin on it while watching Hakuba. 

The antics were cute, even if Kaito had basically just admitted to stealing – yet again. Even so, Hakuba rolled his eyes and took another sip of coffee before letting his hands rest in his lap, smiling back at him with fond annoyance.

“That’s very noble of you,” he said in regards to a return of the gift. “Nevertheless, I’m both English and Japanese, and I’m afraid that the two do not cancel each other out, much as I wish they did. Thus, I will be sending you something via post, so you may look forward to it. There’s clearly no other alternative; it’s the way it has to be." 

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Two is Too Much

ft-dc-fan:

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“I thought about buying a black tie for him. They really suit him.” She kneeled down and looked for a black tie. “Hm.. I don’t see any black tis here. Do you see any, Hakuba-kun?”, she asked the detective behind her.

Hakuba continued to rub the tie between his fingers as he turned his attention back to the racks, working his way through the colors to reach up to a set of black ties higher up. “There are some here,” he said, and read over the labels to find one of higher quality. Once he found one of a suitable thread count and length, he pulled it from the hook and offered it to her. “Here… he may like this if it’s within your price range. The width of it is just right for the windsor knots he usually wears." 

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The Neighborhood Watch

haunted-haibara:

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“I’m pretty sure he comes home, but that’s usually early in the morning. So I’m pretty sure your luck is fine.”  A small shrug. She could feel her vision blurring slightly, ‘I forgot to wear my contacts..’ . Sighing she rubs her eyes and blinks a few times, after assuring her vision is fine she takes another look at the detective. She unknowingly raises an eyebrow seeing as the other looked strangely familiar,she just couldn’t seem to put her finger on it. 

“Anyways, would you like some tea?”

“Mornings?” Hakuba asked, making a mental note, then took out a little black notebook and pen to write it down, just in case. “Early morning. I’ll have to check back, then.” The invitation was not dismissed, though, and he smiled down at the girl with a pleasant nod. “Tea would be wonderful, though, if it’s not too intrusive. Is Agasa-Hakase home, as well? I haven’t spoken to him in quite a while…" 

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Bloody Moriarty

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Shinichi ignored the impulse to take the others bag and walked normally to the door. He did hold it open for Twig and her owner because she need it not Hakuba. So he told himself. He barely got out of the way from them before he was bear hugged into Jon’s ham like arms and barrel chest. Squirming he used his free arm to push against the other and fussed at him in English.

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 “Jon! Inappropriate! You have to let go!” He shouted.

“You still are so short, my friend! Like a girl.” The man teased and grunted when Shinichi’s fist plowed into his diaphragm. He staggered back and rubbed the sore spot. “Just as feisty too.”

Shinichi glared at him.

The entire exchange caught the half-brit completely off-guard. Hakuba stumbled back two steps and out of the way, backing into the outer wall of the cafe while Twig tugged at the leash to lead him to a safer spot. The man – John? – intimidated him, he couldn’t deny that at all, but he held back the sudden anxiety with a look of bemused confusion. 

“Ah…” he began in Japanese, speaking to Shinichi once he was free. “Is this your friend, then?” he asked, glancing to the man after with a polite smile. Was he supposed to be addressed in English? Should he offer a handshake?

What if Jon took his arm and yanked him over, crushing his spine and leaving him paralyzed all over again? It seemed a very possible outcome, so he stayed where he was, hoping Shinichi would explain the proper procedure for him.

Twig, for her part, pressed against Hakuba’s leg to keep him where he was, large ears angled at the new human while she sniffed in his direction to determine if he was safe. Boisterous, she thought, but not evil… He might be okay… 

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PSA

If you ever want to drop one of our threads, the easiest way to do so is to just not reply. Unless we’re actively talking about it, I probably won’t pester you, so it’ll be nice and simple and, haha, don’t worry, my feelings won’t be hurt. 

If you want a new/different thread, please just let me know! I love writing/starting new threads, especially with pre-plotting, so come at me, bro!

…also if it’s been a while since I replied, I either have it drafted or I missed it, so please ask if you’re curious and I’ll let you know the status! 

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When you RP with people and their posts are like fucking Shakespeare and yours are basically I CAN COUNT TO POTATO

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“Oh come on, now. In terms of collaborative writing, we’re all within the realm of potatoes, as each thread is only as the average of the partnership. Besides, it’s not as though Shakespeare was any good, anyway… 

"If anything, a ‘potato person’ comparing someone else to Shakespeare is very likely an insult at best. As if to say, ‘you’re good only because you’re famous, not because I understand any part of what you were trying to do. I also don’t know enough about writing to realize that your satire is brilliant despite the overly pretentious and flowery purple prose. I believe that you have skill not because I’m able to recognize said skill, but because I have been informed by popular media that such a skill exists, thusly invalidating my compliment to begin with.’

"So you see, my fellow writers, do not be afraid to be a sparse and straight forward potato-counting journalist, and do not fear that your roleplaying partner is somehow more ‘quality’ than you simply because they have more followers, write longer posts, or confuse you with their literary nonsense that falls flat but seems impressive because of fancy window-dressing…

"The point of the matter is, poorly defined sonnets of pointless tragedy is not necessarily something we should be striving for… in essence, I would rather have the potato, which is far easier to stomach in any sense of the word.”