In War, Two Aces Can Only Tie

hip-cafe-barista:

And of course he was being asked about hypothetical situations whose answers he couldn’t truly know without being placed in such occurrences. Figures that the native Producer would inquire about what he would do to his Joshua too.

“Honestly,” He began with some reluctance, words leaving his mouth slowly as he knew that his clone would not appreciate his response, “I would see if I could sock him in that smug little face of his.”

Dropping his gaze down from the other’s unnerving one to stare at the concrete, he added on, “Might knock some sense into that thick skull of his.”

There was a moment of pause before Sanae gave a snort, shaking his head. “I don’t think that would do any good. Still, I wouldn’t let you.” Ah, what a situation. He was absolutely furious that the other was here though the other had done nothing wrong short of not listening to his ‘stay out’ warning.

Which was enough for him to close the gap to his twin and pin him against the mural he had been working on, barely stopping himself from snarling at the other. “I would have thought you learned your lesson to not touch my Composer by now. Or learned that you’re not welcome here.”

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takemetothelights:

(I’ll RP as anyone when RPing on Skype)

Madness Inch By Inch [open RP]

fruit-joshua:

Joshua nodded in agreement, lowering his spoon into the now empty bowl. A small smile was on his face as he looked up at Sanae, “I guess….after all if it wasn’t for him…well we both know what would have happened to Shibuya.” He shrugged simply, the subject obviously not something that bothered him. Of course that’s probably wasn’t the case for Sanae.

“but I digress,” He then smiled, cupping his cheek in his fist, “Mind if I have a cup of coffee to finish this off?” He asked. Back to avoiding the subject. 

Oh no, what could have happened still greatly upset the Angel. But he’d rather drop it, just like the other had. It was easier to not talk about such painful subjects…

“Of course. You gotta preference on how you take it?” 

(Source: cafewildkat)

cafewildkat doesn’t know what he’s in 4

sozettashoujo:

“Best to spell out this ‘business’, then.”

Before, he’d know, she’d drop everything to plant a sucker punch to his gut, and knee him where it hurt most. Theoretically. For now, though, it was just a continued glare and narrowed pupils.

“It’s strictly Higher Plane business. Really boring stuff. Nah, it’s better you just forget you ever saw me, really.”

She could try, but he was here to check for Taboo, see how this universe was currently getting along. Nothing major, but he wasn’t about to just let everything slip, or go home.

Send me ♡ if I’m your senpai or a ♥ if you wanna know what I think of you.

harlequin-hatred:

[ Please, mention ic or ooc. ]

(Source: white-hollow-grin)

H really likes furniture design, and he’s seen a lot of different styles come and go since he’s been a Producer.

He’s currently got his flat decked out in modern furniture, his favorite piece is the chair in his studio.

When H is working on new art or Noise designs, or new clothes for Gatito he is incredibly picky about what he works with.

It’s mechanical for Noise, your standard #2 for Gatito work, and charcoal for art sketches.

Cafe’s open

composers-secret-garden:

Joshua doesn’t answer immediately. How could he? The Game was restructured, re-organized, Higher Plane be damned. He had been visited by a few Angels, put to trial. In the end, he was found guilty, but excessive arguing put off his punishment. At least, Yoshiya would like to think so.

“I’m not sure. It is my duty to judge the worth of men. However…I tire of it. There are many who do not deserve to win. I grow weary. Thankfully, we do not have game after game, but nonetheless, I feel useless. If the city no longer favors me, why should I remain as the figurehead?”

“And since the Court does not see you in a favorable light, I suppose ascending is not an option, if you were even comfortable with such an idea.” He  knew a lot of the Joshuas were not on the Higher Plane’s good side, unfortunately.

“I won’t lie to you, as it does no one any favors. But if she doesn’t want you…then you’re right. Perhaps you shouldn’t remain as her ruler…” But where that left the other? He didn’t know.

(Source: cafewildkat)

Give me a word and I’ll write it into a headcanon.

(Source: soul-eater-evans-weapon)

In War, Two Aces Can Only Tie

hip-cafe-barista:

Oh, this was not good. Taking a step back away from his clone, he seemed almost ready to flee from the scene then and there. But, he pondered to himself, how far could he get before the other inevitably caught him? He couldn’t fly, so that only left running on foot, something that wouldn’t end well in the maze of an unfamiliar Shibuya.

So the bottom of his raised sandal settled back down onto the concrete, the Angel forced to attempt talking with his other self.

“Me.” He responded back to the stating of his identity, trying, and failing, to lessen the palpable tension between the two of them.

“I’m not here to cause any more trouble, just looking around.”

It was true that the weights were heavily tipped in his favor, between this being his home ground and that he had disabled the other last he had seen him. Well, running would not have ended well to put it simply.

Sanae put the cap back on his spray can, tugging the bandanna down so it hangs around his neck instead of obscuring his face. The attempt at humor did somewhat cut the tension, but it didn’t get rid of it entirely.

“And if you were to..say…run into Joshua, like you did last time?” He’s rolling his shoulders slightly, keeping his eyes locked on the other’s.