THE AKAME MASS COMMENT FICCY THING
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Akiyoshi Sakuya wasn’t an easily flustered man-which was to be expected for someone of his position. Ten years as Master of the Agency, (five years as an Agent), means an unshakeable composure. Ten years as head of a secret society such as his means a hardened heart.
‘Ten years,’ Sakuya sighs, running his hand through long brown tresses flecked with gray, ‘is a long time.’
Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen. The lounge music, now faint, reaches his ears-‘but wait. What is this…this unusual presence?’ He can feel the pulse of an intense aura from miles away; much like a small rodent would be able to sense tremors in the earth. It was strange. Very strange ( ... )
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It was them-the new Agents he had just recently admitted into the North Sector. Lower Folk had spread rumors like wildfire about their performance on the Board exams; yet they were always at discrepancy, one bit of gossip never quite fitting in with another. Still, he did believe the story about them passing the Synchronicity Test with flying colors-because all of his Agents accepted the account as truth.
Looking him in the eye now, he could see why Kamenashi Kazuya had surprised everyone on the MPT- the Magical Proficiency Test, a required step on the ladder to reach Agent status. In spite of his small stature and effeminate features, he didn’t seem like a Faerie child with such a…wild aura. He could be a mutation of the common Angelic breed, Sakuya mused. Maybe even a Halfling, as he had, without a doubt, the sharpest pair of eyes Sakuya had ever seen.
'Yes, I remember now. His eyes were what first ( ... )
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‘No one would suspect these two are what the common people call assassins. And fewer still would suspect them to be working together. They seem quite well-versed at the ‘keeping distance’ rule in public… “…Sir.” Kamenashi at last cleared his throat, obviously wondering why they hadn’t spoken for almost ten floors. “Are we going to be briefed on this mission, or should we just ( ... )
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This time, the installment has a bit more actual Akame...and some awkward (?) Kei-brand angst. Umm...sorry for the people who don't care for the supernatural stuffs, but...I happen to be quite taken with this idea, and I'll continue to write this probably for myself and for any readers out there. ^^ Thanks for listening to me blab, and...enjoy! <3 “Tokyo isn’t anything like it was a century ago, is it ( ... )
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Jin shifts under Kame’s grip, bristling with the onset of Change-a pair of translucent gray wings sprouts from his bare back, stretching out into the air of the hotel suite. The ministrations come to an abrupt halt. Jin isn’t surprised so much as he is apologetic.
“-Sorry. That wasn’t…that wasn’t my question, either~…!”
“I know.” It’s Kame’s hoarse intonation that worries him, because Jin knows he knows all too well. “It’s just…they’ve been coming out on their own lately, right?”
Jin bites the inside of his mouth, hard enough to draw blood. “-You’re right. You’re right, Kame…shit. Shit.”
It’s not that he really forgets about it, what the involuntary Change and the insomnia means. Jin just knows that there’s nothing they can do about it. Wallowing in self-pity doesn’t help (we tried that…last year) and, certainly, ( ... )
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Kame is mean. When you're living on a time limit you don't say 'no sex', Kame!! D: D: D:
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