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Shepards of Ivalice: The Wings of Ruin

Sorry, I'll try to get something up today after work. The writer's block is real.

Mains | League of Legends

Sign Language? Mute's can communicate through body language, signing, and some even go as far as to wear small writing boards around their necks. You'll figure something out.

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Posted. The only people I've linked are those who've openly displayed their powers (Though if I've missed anyone, let me know, or just assume you've been given a card.)

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Matt&Liam

Matt merely shrugged as the younger male spoke, choosing not to confront or argue with the man. It wasn't worth anyone's time, especially with the current situation. It wasn't long after then the door rung out again, the blonde male from before known as Liam stepping through as he took his place beside Matt. His face bore a subtle layer of sweat, which he quickly brushed off before rolling his shoulders as heaving a heavy sigh.

"Anyone see you?" Matt quized, closing his eyes as he lounged against the doorway.

Liam shook his head in response, "No, no one that I could see anyways. I wouldn't be surprised if the bastard was staking out the scene though." Liam glanced out past the front glass to the streets before the cafe, "The sooner we get back to your place, the better. It's safe to assume that if he did see me, he'll be following."

Matt clicked his tongue, opening his eyes slightly, "What a pain in the ass..." Liam nodded in agreement, "So, what do you think?" He looked forward into the cafe, his gaze flickering between those still in the room.

Liam fell silent for a moment, his gaze falling upon the suspected champions and the sudden frost growing from the restroom area. Pushing himself off of the frame, he'd extend an open hand to Matt, "Still have those business cards?"

Matt blinked for a second, nodding as he reached inside his coat. Pulling out a stack of white and red cardboard slips, he'd place the pile in his partners hands before turning and leaving the store, "I guess I should be preparing. After your done with your testimony, if anyone asks about me, tell them I ran after the man who did it and you haven't seen me since."

Liam couldn't help but smirk as his partner departed, "Right, Vox." As the darker haired male departed with another blink, Liam stepped forward into the cafe. Taking a moment, he'd begin passing out the business cards to the suspected individuals -intentionally face down- as he leaned forward and patted them on the shoulder while whispering, "Check it later. We'll be waiting." After everything was handed out, he'd intentionally place himself outside the door, drawing out his cigarette box and withdrawing a cylinder. Light up with a heavy drag, he'd sigh as he propped against the outer door frame.

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Shepards of Ivalice: The Wings of Ruin

Having a little difficulty in progressing the story... I now the event(s) that I want to occur, but I'm having a hard time doing so with the way everyone is positioned. Sorry for going back on my word to post a couple days ago, but I'm still trying to figure out how to progress this story.

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Matt&Liam

As Liam continued to follow the blood trail as far as he could, Matt's eyes continued to scan over the city before him, though to no avail. With a heavy sigh, one of Matt's hands rose to grip the bridge of his nose as he fought of the encroaching headache. This was already too much for him, or at least more than he was prepared to deal with. It was enough that he had awoken to the revelations of his powers and that of his friends, but now add to it the fact other's had been granted this gift as well and now a wounded man...

"Matt." Liam's voice resounded over the phone, causing the dark haired male to divert his attention.

"What did you find?" He inquired, doing his best to seem unphased by his passing thoughts.

"Nothing but a pool of blood in an alley. Looks like whoever it was didn't stick around long enough to see his handiwork through."

"Of course. Couldn't risk getting caught. Any scent?"

"You really think I'm a dog, don't you?" Matt couldn't help but smirk at the annoyed comment, though a brief silence arose before Liam spoke once more, "Nothing, or at least not enough to go off of."

"Worth a shot. Now get out of there. Don't want to be there when the police arrive." Matt stated quickly, shutting his flip-phone and stuffing it into his pocket. As he glanced over his shoulder to the cafe from before, his form instantly wavier then vanish, finding the man standing before the cafe door a moment before opening the door and entering. Instantly his gaze fell upon the still man on the floor, his expression softening slightly, "Not everyday you witness a murder... Rough." He spoke loudly enough to be heard, looking about the room as he saw the two males over the body and the others looking on in horror or confusion. To be honest, this was his first corpse, and it was definitely unsettling for the man... But panicking wouldn't do anyone any good. Instead he waited, posting up at the front of the store as Liam made his ways back as well. It was only a short amount of time before the police showed up, and if anyone left- it might look like they were guilty. Sighing heavily, he'd close his eyes as he waited.

Persona - The True Self

Masahide Saji

Warakuma High- Kendo Club
9/6/15 - Afterschool

"Masa!" a voice seemed to ring out to the darker haired male, catching his attention a moment before a wooden training blade came down to strike him. Caught off guard, Masa could only brace himself for the upcoming strike, but it never came as his partner withdrew slightly. Before Masa could lift his blade to continue the exercise, he felt the hand of the club's president on his shoulder. "Masa," the familiar voice spoke again as the speakers frame came into view, "You've been off your game lately. What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I'm fine.," Masa replied curtly, shrugging off the hand as he turned to face the male fully. He was an older male, about Masa's height but with a thicker frame, "Just distracted."

"Well, you've been distracted for days now. Your not doing anyone any good, including yourself." The soft voice had been replaced with a now stern and precise tone, "I think you need to call it a day. Some rest might-"

"I said I'm fine. Thank you for your concern, but it's not needed." Masahide interjected, his gaze now focusing on his partner once more as he drew up his wooden sword once more. Once again, a hand collapsed on his shoulder much firmer than before as it practically spun him around.

"Go home, Masa." The president spoke up, his expression seeming almost angered, but Masa could make out the subtle tinge of concern. He'd seen this look on his mother's face before, and it was the same expression on Yamato's face before... Reacting almost instinctively, Masa turned his blade round, thrusting the pommel forward into the padded armor of the president. The force was still enough to stagger the boy and cause him to groan as Masa stepped forward, grasping the collar of the uniform. With a brisk and firm pull upwards and towards him, Masa pulled the president off his feet all the while glaring at the elder student. Shortly after the exchange, a pair of hands would be placed on Masahide's shoulder, tugging and practically throwing him backwards as his grip on the president loosened. Sure enough, the display had garnered the attention of other members of the club who now stood between the dark haired male and the leader of the club. With a click of his tongue, Masa turned his head to the side with eyes closed as he attempted to calm down. Once again, the familiar voice spoke, "Go home, now! You're lucky I'm willing to look over this little outburst, but you've overstayed your welcome today."

Without another word, Masa turned and exited the dojo stopping at the locker-room long enough to store his equipment and catch a brisk shower. As he sat in silence -the sound of trickling water the only audible noise in the room- Masa's thoughts began to creep up on him, causing the male to shudder in a mix of the now chilly air and the unwanted memories. With an audible growl, he'd slam his fist onto the wall in both anger and confusion. Why? Why was this bothering him so much? He had been alone most of his life, and now he was finally feeling isolated? Yamato's expression continued coming to the forefront of his thoughts as Masa shook his head, withdrawing his hand from the wall to turn off the water. It was then that he noticed the sharp pain residing in his knuckles, withdrawing his hand as he looked over it. Sure enough, the blow had broken the skin, and it was a surprise it hadn't broken the knuckle. Clicking his tongue once more, Masa ran the water over the wound once to clean it before using his other hand to kill the water. After drying off and making his way back to the lockers, he would open his own and open the first aid kit he had stowed away. Wrapping the hand and dawning his own clothes, he began to set out to leave the school and enter the city of Warakuma.

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I'll post tomorrow. Just settling down after the holidays.

Shepards of Ivalice: The Wings of Ruin

Will update tomorrow.

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Matt&Liam

As Liam made his way to the back to sit in front of the panicked in the back, Matt made his way out of the cafe after his proclamation. By now he figured a few people were wondering what he meant, or possibly even contemplating if he was like them. Those were the people he was trying to bait. 'It's be alot easier to know what we're facing if we know who we're facing', or at least that's what he was hoping he would accomplish... However, shortly after lighting up his cigarette, he'd notice a rather exasperated man staggering forward towards the cafe. At first, Matt dismissed it, taking a heavy drag before exhaling a large plume of smoke. It was only after he reset his gaze upon the man, he'd see the blood slowly trickling off his form onto the concrete.

"Shit!" Matt exclaimed, flicking the half finished cylinder off into the distance as he rushed forward. Helping the man to the door way, opening it as the man collapsed on the ground. As the people inside began to react, Matt called out over the chaos that was starting to flourish, "Liam!"

At once, the blonde male turned from his seat, the moment he saw the man, he'd reach for his phone as he sprinted towards the door. As he spotted another phoning the police, he tucked the phone away once more as he left the cafe, Matt closely at his side. "What the hell?! Already?" Liam shouted, looking about as he caught sight of the bloody trail left by the man.

"We figured something would happen... Let's just see exactly what." With that, Matt's form shimmered and distorted, suddenly disappearing from view. Those who were paying attention would see him placed atop a nearby building, looking over the city as he drew out his phone, dialing Liam's number. As the younger male answered, Matt spoke up once more, "Let me know what you find. Be careful not to get caught."

"Easy for you to say," Liam said, phone still on the side of his head as he continued to follow the trail.