Breathes in.
slitherisms, my dear ophxdian
His pupils dilate, and he takes in the moment in detail.
The blond is still a boy and a number. He has yet to graduate to receive a name, but already he has shown promise within the group. The scientists which monitor each and every test have noticed this too, though they hesitate his advancement due to the examining eyes with which he stares down every other challenge given. That is, until the challenge must be terminated and he has extracted the information desired.
“Hersha.” The boy’s voice is flat and cold, and he doesn’t spare a single look to the aiding mechanical Allmate, the latter wrapped around the crippled challenge in front of him. Virus watches with curiosity as the individual before him, a child which could not pass being three years older than him, looks back desperately when the snake only constricts further. Rationally, this is where sympathy would kick in. Instead, Virus wonders if desperation is a natural emotion perceived even in an environment which has never shown mercy towards inadequacy.
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I’ve got some bad news. I left my computer on the bus and it seems to have been stolen. Thus, I’m putting all my blogs under indefinite hiatus. I cannot change it.
And, to top it off, I cannot remember my email for my @hexnever account. I would have said this earlier, but my depression has come back in full force. I am struggling to write this. Because that computer had loads of personal stuff and I needed it for schoolwork.
Now, I have two huge favors to ask of you guys. One: please reblog this as much as you can. I dont want people on my hexnever account to worry about me. And two: please keep in contact with me via IMs.
I need to polish my writing. It’s been so long, that all my sentences feel weak for his voice. But let me know if you’re willing to interact.
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【 ✘ ▪▪▪ written by LEX 】
█ Guess the riddle wrong - then it’s your turn to change; after all happiness and sadness are only on the SURFACE Guess it’s right then - it’s your turn to act; after all illusion and truth are UPSIDE DOWN
▸ An indie rp blog for AOBA SERAGAKI from DRAMAtical Murder ▸ Multi ‘verse, para/action RP, timeline-fluid, semi-selective ▸ Mun & Muse 20+, NSFW/triggers limited & tagged/under Read Mores ▸ 10+ years roleplaying experience on/offline ▸ OC Friendly, AUs acceptable with a little pre-planning on request ▸ Mun ‘ship preferences: Clear, Koujaku, Noiz, Aoba/Chemistry ▸ GOOD Endings preferred, BAD Endings limited to muns I’m comfortable with ▸ Will be slow at times, frequently trapped on mobile ▸ Skype/AIM given on request at my discretion
// Rules //
Anonymous asked:
is toue a genius
“Doubtful--”
“He is smart in political plays and entrepreneurship. He understands the rules he is bounded by and knows how to play with them. But I wouldn’t call him a genius. No matter what he deems himself to be, a genius wouldn’t be a fair description to insinuate.”
*Sly Blue era; bumps into Virus late one night, bruised up and bloodied after a fight, but he doesn't say a word; just looks dazed* (hi I'm trapped on mobile, have a thing)
“Aoba-san?” The sudden appearance was what called Virus’ attention–-rather than the bloodied and bruised appearance, which were both common for one of Sly Blue’s fun little bouts. Usui shouldn’t have been roaming, if he had been correct pertaining Sei’s capabilities and the strain examinations sometimes put on the experiment’s body. What a curious coincidence. It was welcomed, nonetheless, to pass time in the very least observing the well known chaos.
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So aye! A while back I had a Trip blog with this very url and I think I deactivated like? A year ago. But this muse is so dear to my heart and I love writing him so much that I decided to bring him back!
So yeah! Like/reblog this post if you’d be willing to write with Trip and someone who has been in this fandom for too damn long!
Anonymous asked:
You're just an emotionless doll
“Oh? On the contrary, I have enough emotion to be satisfied with simple little pleasures of life.” He spoke calmly, without implied affliction towards the accusation. In fact, he felt a little driven this time to give a demonstration on why the other was incorrect to assume that. It’s why he called the hooded group standing not far off.
“If you are talking about emotionless dolls--” He pulled down the hoods of some Morphine members, Morphine puppets, “--I’d say you’d have to refer to these.” Virus exhaled an amused breath, almost a short laugh. “Their leader’s a little more willful, so he managed to keep some of his mind but these-” He casually pulled out a gun from its holster--the one under his jacket--and pressed the object against one of the doll’s cheeks, hard enough to elicit a slight tilt. “-Are emotionless.”
Virus dug the barrel into the skin as if giving a demonstration. “No reaction as you can see. No fear. No nervousness. No interest. No sense of survival.” He pulled the trigger easily, to him the action had no bigger consequence than turning on a light bulb, and the body fell to the floor having let out nothing more than a scream, probably from the split pain, and cut short by the second bullet, which did the trick to cut down the shrill to a silence.
Virus turned. “Dispose of it,” he indicated with a calm demeanor, letting the spectator watch how simple a task it seemed for those who were probably old team members. He turned again, this time to face the stranger.
“I have strings, but it’s a little different from outright being a doll.” He laughed faintly, “I have motives--dispassionate as they might often be. But it makes a difference.” He glanced nonchalantly at the task in process, then turned again to this individual and smiled amiably, “Autonomy does, as you can see.”
“Now that that’s settled, I think you could be of some use.”
Anonymous asked:
Do you believe in fate?
“Do I believe in it...--” What a deep question. He’d let his mind swallow the concept whole this time as opposed to picking it apart bit by bit. Perhaps some other time Virus might entertain the topic at a deeper level. As it was, he saw a simple answer befitted it best.
“--Well, I certainly understand the possibility of its existence. Though I’d like it better if it was non-existent.”
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Powerful truth has it’s own gravity and eventually pulls people back to it
Dan Brown, The lost symbol (via phi-los-o-pher)
"Well, they aren't wrong. Little weird coming from someone wearing a mask, but.." *shrugs*
“Anonymity is known to increase one’s bravery, Aoba-san, whether it be to act in a way they are not accustomed to or in a way they shouldn’t.” But, how unusual was it to get a compliment from his idol himself? He had to admit with amusement, that was flattering.
“It’s been some time, Aoba-san.”
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“It’s true! But just because someone does something to benefit themselves doesn’t mean that they can’t also benefit others. I think that would be the better option, because if you keep people happy then they’re less likely to overthrow you.” In the land of kings and knights, wasn’t it more intelligent to form a stronghold of people that cared for your future? Even if the king reaped the benefits of the serfs beneath him, it would make his life easier if his position on the throne was not threatened.
“I think the word power has a lot of different meanings than people think it does. Usually it’s used when you talk about bad people, but there are people who are in good positions of power, too. It’s just that a lot of the time they don’t use it for much of anything.” Maybe that went hand in hand with the ‘using it to benefit those below you’ deal… in that case was it so good after all?
Erika turned her gaze back up to the screen, and although the man’s words had died into the back of her mind she focused on his face; “This guy, do you think he does want to do bad things to the island? Ah, more?” move to the mainlands? Or more than that? “But what can a guy like him, in a tech company, do? Ah! Maybe he can create mind control devices!”
Virus watched, gaze passive and inviting to the bounteous ramblings of what seemed to be a creative mind. Albeit, her view was a bit passive. No. Perhaps that was not it. Rather, she labeled most of things being talked about. The picture was too clean. It was never that way. Reality was seldom pristine. Not in his eyes.
“Hm--” Did power truly have different meanings? Power was the ability to exert one’s will over others. Power was a force, Whether physical or emotional, the definition fit the puzzle. Was there something he was missing which this imaginative lady seemed to have her eye on?
The idea was gray, no matter how many labels she attempted to propose. Good or bad; those were perspectives that had nothing to do with the definition the conversation attempted to capture.
‘Oh.’
He blinked suddenly, mentally scoffing at the tiny jest which had been perhaps taken seriously. Had it bee his own comment which had made the girl go on to the side-long rant rather than focusing on the more important theme? My. Here he thought she might have been able to follow the little philosophy a little longer than Trip. Then again, with Trip, Virus had no reason for pretenses of morality.
“It’s hard to say.” The light blue eyes traced themselves back to the monitor, where his employer stood now in simple small talk with the host of the program. Toue’s intentions, Virus could not say were one way or another because it entailed a perception. “But-- I don’t doubt he will advance whatever it is he has an interest for.”
Anonymous asked:
you're pretty
“How kind of you.“
And utterly unnecessary. But, why complain?
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I am not interested in constructing a building, so much as in having a perspicuous view of the foundations of possible buildings.
Ludwig Wittgenstein (via syntheticphilosophy)
Anonymous asked:
question for the mun: what sort of series are you into :0
Series? You mean following in regards to shows or games?
Hm--I don’t watch tv shows that often. I followed House and Leverage when they were out, I was debating on watching Hannibal and Supernatural some time ago but never got around to it.For anime, I tend to lean towards shonen: Boku no hero academia, Haikyuu, and Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure. In games I lean towards puzzles. I love puzzle games, though I honestly like most things with an enjoyable story or fun mechanic. Books are mostly fantasy oriented because I borrow them from friends. But I love crime books. My favorite had dual point of view. At times it’s 3rd person and sometimes it’s 1st person from the murderer’s pov. George Orwell’s books were also big for me. Can we count that as a series?
Curiosity: Why the sudden question? Would you like to recommend me something?
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This man seemed well-informed. A rather finely put-together person, like a pencil drawing with all of the mistakes erased. She could not help but watch his face as he spoke, noticing how he moved so gracefully.
Or perhaps she only thought so because he was attractive.
“That means that he’s doing a good job, right? At least at what he wants to do. If you don’t know what he’s planning then it’s probably what he wants. If he says the same thing over and over then eventually people will stop listening, because they’ve heard it all before. Then if he finally does say something that you don’t like, you don’t hear it anyways – because you stopped paying attention long ago.”
Erika didn’t know much about professional trickery and manipulation but she did think it was a clever ploy to use, if people didn’t already do so.
“But people on top always plan bad things. The world is still alive, though, so maybe it’s not so bad as long as the people underneath are still benefiting. Is it really the same, though? Maybe this guy is so evil he’s going to destroy life for those underneath him, in order to better himself.”
Virus emitted a soft chuckle as he heard the suggestion. The idea proposed was childish and imaginative. It made sense in and not quite. No doubt. The idea would fail if implemented in the real world. The decisive factor for this being: someone would always look for a crack in a perfect image.
Still, the blond remained silent and attentive, favoring to listen with an opened mind and able to entertain the idea even if a bit outlandish. His courteous gaze veered to the girl as the latter spoke now of the division of power.
“Benefiting or living?” He added softly, gaze amused, prodding almost amicably yet understanding deeply the distinction, “If there is a difference between the two of course.”
The steel-blue gaze drifted down, a lingering smile still present as he spoke, “Power is a means and an end. Nothing seeks power with the intention of surrendering it. Broadly speaking, an individual who has power and doesn’t reap it for its own benefit, would be considered foolish by those observing.” Virus rolled his shoulders with tentative dismissal, as if his little ramble had been a mere whim to disclose. Eyes were light, not once troubled by the idea nor mortified by the prospect. He simply smiled just as quaintly. “Of course, it would be bad for all of us in the island, and who knows. Perhaps more.”