YES WE DO SWEETIE!
No clue how I’m going to manage this once I stop babysitting (Sometime next year)
But I have a string of discord servers that I’m putting together for a BotW roleplay community! If anyone wants to join and watch the progress, there will soon be a link on this blog to the community’s main hub. Keep an eye out!
Natakas felt USELESS nowadays. He was still doing missions with other Assassins, of course, but he still felt like he wasn’t doing enough, all of this because his reaction had been too strange the last time he had been close to a piece of Eden; he had started seeing things and talking about people he didn’t even know, but those people had also been part of his dream forever, so Natakas knew it was a message, or at least something that had a meaning. The others didn’t seem they wanted to know about it, but he did; he had never been this CURIOUS before.
“Just, maybe, it’s something we need to know. Maybe it could tell us about the conflict between the Assassins and the Templars. Pieces of Eden have always shown important things to the creed, so we need to know.” He took a deep breath. “I need to know.” He crossed his arms over his chest as his eyes remained on the other. “I’ve had those dreams for years. I just… I just need answers.”
*Mek’s antennae flick back and she looks at Mem, her eyes watering and her lips quivering* “But… what if something goes wrong? I may have an Invader rank, but I don’t know if I’m capable of protecting my smeets if danger would show up at our doorstep… I may be tall but I don’t know if I can fight like I used to during my adolescence. It’s been years since I’ve even held an explosive, Back then, when I’d make bombs in my basement, I felt as if I had nothing to lose, but now, as an adult, I fear I may lose everything and everyone”
-The receiver felt heavy within her hands.
–Her heart, just as much.-
-Seldom did the landline within the Otsu household ring but, when it did – more often than not it would be from a seller of trinkets or charms or, on the even rarer of occasions; calls from her grandfather’s dearest of friends inviting him down to Azelea for a game or two of cards.
But calls never truly had been hers to take, nor partake within.
Once, she had spoken with her mother – and it was Hikari, then, whom had called her. Masae had wished for her to assure her mother of her safe arrival after learning that Hikari herself never had given mention to the fact that she even landed safely within the foreign region; something that to Hikari, as well as her mother, wasn’t an unusual happening in the slightest.-
-Neither daughter nor mother kept up with one another all that well… But that, Hikari felt, was how they both preferred for it to be.
… Or, at the very least, it was how she preferred it.-
-So color her surprised when she had been called downstairs so late in the evening for a call designated to her, and her alone.
‘It’s a boy’, her grandmother had admitted as she had paused upon the last step of the stairs. Her worn hands had cupped the bottom part of the phone shakily. ‘Says he’s a childhood friend of yours, and that he got our number from your mother…’
felt a knot within her stomach at this admission, one that was neither pleasant nor unpleasant. ‘… Did he say his
name?’ she had asked, as quietly
as she possibly could for she felt certain that whichever one of them it was on
that line still could hear their
–Even through the measly covering of her grandmothers hands.
‘Ah,’ had been Masae’s answer – and moments later she had held the phone up to her ear. ‘What was your name again, young man?’ Hikari had felt her cheeks heat from embarrassment and shame, for now he certainly knew she was there… And knew that she was apprehensive about taking his call. ‘Ah, yes yes, right… Thank you.’
If the floor had opened up and swallowed her whole, then it would’ve been a happening preferable to the one that she actually got.
‘His name is Kouki, dear… Is he a boyfriend of yours that you haven’t told us about?’
-The receiver felt heavy within her hands.
–Her heart, just as much…-
-A part of Hikari wondered, as she stalled for as long as she possibly could – if it had been Barry whom had called… would she have felt so apprehensive still? A trio, they always had been, but though she adored Kouki just as much as she did Barry… He, unlike the other, always had been the more quiet one.
More reserved, more closed off.
–He hadn’t partaken in their journey as feverishly as they themselves had, either.
In the kitchen to her left, the ticking of the clock stirred her to life. She almost dropped the phone to the floor, but caught it in tune with the quickening of her own heartbeat. (A strangled gasp, too, was let out – followed by a soft giggle from her grandmother upstairs.)
If she stalled for much longer, then he would begin to grow weary.
And that was the last thing that she wished to have happen.-
-Her breath fanned onto the phone moments before her voice – quiet and meek – traveled across the line. Out into the unknown. Out, towards the abyss of which was his home.- “… Kouki? Is it really you?”