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Characters: Takayanagi Masataka and ... open!
What: Surveying the aftermath.

Much of the fictional part of the city had been left in ruins. He had been among them, running and trying to disarm the individuals who had been brainwashed to use weapons. It hurt him, looking blank looks in their faces as they plowed through the city, determined, with clenched jaws and no idea of the true damage that they were doing. No demon could do this in his world; he never wanted to meet the demon who could.

Yet somehow he was out here again. Shards of glass crunched under his shoes as he passed over it. His dark eyes took every bit of it in, and when he reached what could arguably be the center of their portion of the dome, he inhaled a deep breath and took in the bits of smoke and burnt plastic. No one had died there last night, but the intention had been clear. They tried taking him in to the hospital, but he returned to his room and bandaged himself up for another day. It wouldn't do to give up so easily, to not cross back out there and look at it all again. Whoever caused this wanted chaos, he could understand that from the mixture of smells and the blackened walls. Whoever cause this wanted something more than pain, but he couldn't piece it together, as if there was something he was missing when he looked into the eyes of the violent individuals.

Masataka couldn't piece it together, so he jogged over to a wall and pressed his hand against it. There was no pattern, except the fact that it started at once and ended at once. As he ran his fingers over the wall, he realized how weak he felt in this world. Weak because he didn't have the strength that others had, weak because he had no idea how to help—weak, because just as he expected, nothing changed in this world. He turned and pressed his back against the wall, pressing his head hard against it as he squinted to keep the artificial sun out of his eyes.

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who: Yuuko Ichihara and Nathan Petrelli
what: witches meet politicians

She had never been one for office buildings, too linear and crisp in design for her taste. The receptionist stared at first, but as soon as she smiled back she seemed not to notice her at all, going back to work as if the woman wasn't even there. Yuuko let her hand trail along the blandly colored wall, smiling to herself as she walked down the nondescript official government hall.

She had given her children the day off, told them to rest up and get ready. She didn't say for what; her own visions were still cloudy. She knew it was soon, but not exactly when. She knew roughly what, but not roughly how. She was almost sure she couldn't stop it, perhaps slow it, but not avoid the event completely. But she could at least leave warnings, at least try and open the path. Everything had already been decided. Nothing had been set in stone.

She gave the door a slight look-over, eying the shined name plaque before giving the woood three short raps while her pale hand, waiting with a look nothing short of smiling serene for a reply.

log: mukuro and chrome

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characters: Mukuro and Chrome
rating: I'll call it R but more for the words than the actions, srsly.
summary: Cuddling and talking about mutilating people. And then Mukuro gets some. lol?


( there were no lies with them, only truths, no illusions, only facts, but with them, the illusions became factual as they meshed into one )