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ailurophile ✧ 「FUUKA」

Siduri yawned, clambering into Sera’s lap to settle comfortably in the well made by her legs. He nudged her palm with the crown of his head, thankful to have her full attention for once after dealing with the unwanted visitor, Cat. And Cat, not to be outdone, butted his head up under her other hand, rubbing his long torso along the exposed skin of her arm. The shaman gave a small giggle coupled with a good natured sigh, moving her fingers to gently scratch Cat’s belly, “Why can’t the two of you get along?” Her eyes suddenly smoked over with sadness, "I promised I would take care of Cat until Nel comes back, remember?"

The grey kitten stilled, his ears twitching and blue eyes seemingly taking in the change in the girl’s emotional state, rubbing his head against her knee. Fingers once again brushed along the soft fur as she set him on his feet and dutifully got back up to stand. The bubbling feeling inside her stomach would only worsen if she dwelled on it too long. Left to their own devices, the two felines followed closely behind the shaman.

She hadn’t gotten too far before she heard a noise that caused her to pause. Drifting over, curiosity once again getting the best of her, she checked the contents of a cardboard box a few feet away. Kittens. There were five of them, crawling over each other and then collapsing, wobbly-legged, into a heap. Sera held her hand out to them, waiting as they sniffed at her fingers tentatively, one of them brave enough to lick her with it’s little pink tongue.

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"…Oh goodness-" Quickly scanning the area around her, hoping to find someone for she couldn’t possibly leave them to fend for themselves; but at the same time, she was highly aware that taking in more strays would surely displease Gilgamesh. The young woman spotted another female that appeared close to her age with cropped teal hair, "Um- Excuse me! I’m- I’m so sorry to bother you but have you seen anyone who might have left these kittens here?"

Normal, by dictionary definition, was generally conforming to a standard- something usual, typical, and expected. Something told her that being surrounded by seven mewing kittens was probably not normal.



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→oracleabuser →{{ sera the cat lady- oh my gosh }} →{{ i got carried away please don't feel obligated to match length }} →{{ help her find homes for all the kittens }} →{{ sorry it was late! }}

forbearance ✧「ELSA」

It was early in the morning, warm rays of sunshine beamed down on the earth as clouds rolled lazily through the sky, causing her to squint her eyes against the light. But she couldn’t help by smile as she looked up, peering at the sunny sky. Sera sat on her knees in between ragged robins and black irises, wind teasing her short raven hair and tickling the hem of her white dress. A rare need for solitude had crept into her, for once welcoming the quiet and stillness that wrapped around her like a comforting quilt. She felt close with the flowers, how deep their roots stretched into her core. 

She closed her eyes and drifted into the depths of an ethereal embrace of data, soft breaths pressing upon the darkness, a steady pulse beneath the skin, barely noticeable but tantamount to existence. Warmth was essential to growing the lotus, requiring much care and patience. Her fingertips barely grazed the water, adjusting the temperature accordingly, hoping to encourage it to bloom within its first season. He didn’t celebrate his birthday but she thought it would be a nice gesture. 

A sudden chill came upon her, frost crystalizing on the surface of the still water. She opened her eyes, pushing her consciousness back into reality, only to find fallen petals left like shattered glass. Her hands skittered out of the water, fear making her fingers twitch and tremble, curious to the cause of the sensation of pain, it’s bite hitting her sensitive nerve endings.

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"No… What happened?" Her voice was hushed, whisper falling slowly from her lips. “Please, please… Don’t be ruined.”



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illusoryswordsman:

     Little time was given for any objections before the girl’s determination had led her deeper into the crowd; considering the density of the crowd and the girl’s size, the exorcist felt obliged to follow behind in order to assure the girl’s safety. To add, he was now questioning their exact location, which meant that her sense of direction had probably been more thrown off than his own.

     He attempted weaving through people, but he carried out the action with less grace than the girl winding her way through the crowd. Offering curt shoulders to those who hadn’t the decency or awareness to avoid shoving carelessly, he still noted that the girl was far more capable of getting ahead than he was considering the growing gap between the two.  

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     Now at about an arm’s length away, he recognized that finding one another would be a nearly impossible task at this rate. Swiftly taking action, he extended his arm out and managed to get a hold of the girl’s hand in order to prevent further separation in the grand crowd. It took him a moment to think anything of it until he realized that the expression was something he hadn’t offered since his early youth. Nevertheless, it seemed to be the only means to avert further dividing as well as the shoving that the girl seemed to be experiencing. The swordsman had managed to find himself next to her and would soon get a step in front of her while maintaining contact with the other in order to evade another separation.

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     ”Che, just follow behind me so you don’t get lost or pushed around.” With a quiet sigh, he guided her forward despite having no real direction in mind. Despite how futile it seemed looking for the stand, exiting the crowd of people would have similar difficulty. “Just tell me if you find what you’re looking for or whatever.”

Sera tried to stay in place, but people kept knocking into her, once so hard that the unfinished fruit fell from her hand, sweeping her away farther from her intended destination and the exorcist. Feeling her hand caught in someone’s grip, a shot of adrenaline rushed through her, heart fluttering in anticipation to make her escape. Instinctively, she spun her head around only to meet dark expressive eyes.

His voice was low, but not angry, being forthright as usual. There was a small intake of air, eyes flickering to the hold he had on her, blush warming her cheeks. She nodded her assent to his words, biting her lower lip in an effort to calm her staccato breaths. Under normal circumstances this wouldn’t have happened, she told herself, he’s just making sure I don’t get lost. She fell instep, letting him lead her.

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Now that they were walking beside one another in the sanguine chaos, she eased her hand more comfortably into his, her small digits unable to compare to his long fingers. The strength in his hand didn’t surprise her. He held her hand the only way he knew how: tightly, like the clenched fingers of a fist; but it was so warm and pleasantly tingly that she allowed herself a fleeting hope that he wouldn’t let go anytime soon.

Gaze wandered, not sure where she was suppose to look until they fell upon the one thing she had been looking for. “Kanda!” She smiled like she had great news, “It’s Miss Tanaka!” The name fell from her lips with familiarity, a woman who considered the both of them regulars to her small restaurant that served soba to the swordsman’s particular tastes. Still holding his hand, she hurried him to the stand as if it would disappear and giving the woman a kind smile, politely asked, “May I please have the usual?” 

The shaman’s excitement was vibrant as she saw the woman slide a steaming bowl of soba in front of him, cooked just so and delicately flavored to perfection. She picked up a pair of wooden chopsticks, offering them to him, smiling brightly, “I’m so happy that we found some.” 

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A massive red burst noisily exploded overhead, startling her. Studying the sky, a moment later the darkness was filled again with rainbow colored ribbons, sight greeted by gasps and shouts of delight from the people surrounding them, “Oh! The fireworks!” The colors reflected on her pale skin, casting her face in a mix of shadows and light, eyes watching in wonder. "We can see them from here!"



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enigmatictorturer replied to your post:
maN I LOVE HIM ALREADY CAUSE DAMN ‘JEEL-MUN DOES A FAB JOB AND I AM VERY TEMPTED TO KNOW MORE ABOUT LOBO BY CHECKING OUT THE COMICS AND WATCHING THE THINGS /adDS THAT TO LIST OF PLANNING TO READ/WATCH

SHE DOES AN INCREDIBLY FANTASTIC JOB I TOTALLY AGREE. BUT MAN. LEMME MESSAGE YOU AND WE CAN MOST CERTAINLY GET YOU ABOARD THIS CRAZY TRAIN. c:



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enigmatictorturer replied to your post:
woW LOBO IS SO frIGGIN CUTE WTF

LOBO HAS MOST CERTAINLY GOT HIS OWN BRAND OF CUTE?

I MEAN THERE’S NOT A LOT TO REDEEM HIM. HE JUST REALLY LIKES DOLPHINS. THAT’S THE ONLY “CUTE” THING ABOUT HIM IN THE COMICS.

HE’S A TWISTED MOFO BUT WE LOVE HIM ANYWAYS.



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I honestly didn’t see this coming. Oh gosh. I was joking and now there’s a mob after Lobo and if this would have happened in character Sera would feel so incredibly guilty. I’m crying.

It’s legit guys, HE REALLY ADORES DOLPHINS.

ANYWAYS… Tomorrow (today?) I’m getting my wisdom teeth removed so I have a few replies on queue~ Hopefully I recover enough to pop in for Meme Sunday!



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holyfraggaroley:

"A zoo in sector 006, huh. Y’ don’t say…"

YOU STAY AWAY FROM THAT ZOO OR SO HELP ME… I WILL POLITELY ASK YOU TO LEAVE.

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puerimaledicti:

♟ It was difficult to easily trust people, at least as far as Enju was concerned. Her kind, only children, had been forced to live in the slums on the outskirts of the city that housed what remained of humanity. There, food didn’t come easy, and if a ‘Cursed Child’ ran free in the city and was caught, they were severely punished. Some were stoned to death, others shot and up until she had met Satomi Rentarou, even the energetic Enju had looked at each and every human with hateful, empty eyes.

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I wonder if the other Cursed Children could come here… At least then they’d have a chance… It’s unfair that I was brought to a place where that discrimination isn’t so prominent when I was already living a better life than most of them…" Her words carried the weight of her own sorrow. She was always thinking of the other children. How could she not? She couldn’t forget how horribly they were treated. 

Still, she hesitantly held out her hand, tiny as it was.

To say she didn’t understand the girl’s rationale for her actions would be a lie, though she had been sheltered from outside contact for years, her comprehension of basic behaviors was more than enough to go on. Children grew up and molded themselves around the impressions of who and what surrounded them. Sera was raised in complete isolation, finding escape in her fabricated paradise and books she had been allowed to read. Though the experiments she went through were painful, she found herself to be luckier than others. She was the only child to have survived after all.

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"Cursed children?" She tilted her head at the comment, sadness softening her features into an expression of melancholy, “…We can only hope that maybe they’ll find their way here someday like you did. Everyone deserves a chance to live a good life.” Fingers maneuvered inside her messenger bag, pulling out a black pen, gently drawing four small stars on the inside of the girl’s wrist. “The first is for strength, the second is for clarity. This third one stands for love and the fourth is for friendship. Whenever I feel bad, I draw them to remind me that inside people all these things can exist. That it’s important to bring out the good qualities so everyone can see them. It’s… a bit silly, I suppose, but it helps.” 



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puerimaledicti:

♟ People that took even a moment to understand the ‘Cursed Children’ were few and far between in her own world. Enju had a basic understanding of why - they were born with genes similar to the monsters that had nearly completely eradicated the human race, after all, and their abilities were anything but normal. But… if they took even a moment to learn about them, they would have realized that those they discriminated against were no different than any other ten year old girl. So for someone who wasn’t Rentarou or Kisara to approach her so kindly, the girl was a little unsure.

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Really…? Even though I’m ‘Cursed’…?" She shook her head, trying to convince herself of something she’d known all along. "No, no, I’m human! 100%! Okay… like 60%, but I have feelings like one 100%!

But you have a special trick? What is it, miss?

People could be incredibly cruel. Against all odds, she came to exist at the hands of the Karma scientists attempting to play God. The shaman understood being feared and discarded simply for what she was in essence, for being cursed by the power she had been bred to harness. But really she was just seven years old, a little girl herself drowning in a woman’s body. She couldn’t help but empathize. As she dressed herself for the day, the ease of breathing sometimes brought tears to her eyes. There’s nothing to it. What painful joy, not having to fight for each breath. She cherished living without fear and she hoped the girl before her would one day be able to do the same. 

"Of course, the labels they have given you in your home world don’t apply here if you don’t want them to. Though I’ll admit that some people are a bit harder to get along with than others, just a bit of good judgement will help." She bent down to the other’s level, extending her hand, “I know it’s difficult to trust a stranger, but do you mind showing me your hand?”



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puerimaledicti:

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♟ “This city has a lot of weird people, right…? So maybe little girls with red eyes and abilities normal humans possess wouldn’t be called monsters and indiscriminately abused and killed here, right…?

As she listened to those words, it physically hurt her to find a girl so young possessing such intricate patterns of pain formed from a past stitched together with the threads of loneliness and fear. 

She approached the girl carefully, a delicate movement to bring comfort without contact, wanting nothing more than to tune her discordant thoughts and bring her at ease, “You’re safe here as long as you’re careful. I know plenty of people who have red eyes and special powers… We’re all very different from one another…” A small hesitant smile came to her lips, "Can I show you something that’s helped me feel better?"



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This girl, so seemingly harmless and yet so incredibly dangerous at the same time. She's a disastrous gift to humanity.

subject 019: seraphita angel
location: housing in sector oo5 with gilgamesh
rank: savior
abilities: can sing prayer & possesses unlimited use of data manipulation
jobs: hostess at just desserts & personal assistant to charles xavier
pet: a rescued tabby named siduri
tracked tag: cybershaman

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「stray child」