. above anything else, blue was a loner. she had never felt the company of another soul, had never sought it, had never longed for it. she was perfectly content as she was, just to be. to simply exist, and nothing more.
blue was all that was the sea, its waters and currents endless weaving throughout the world. the waves that moved on unbothered despite all the chaos that there was beneath. there was calmness in shallow turquoise waters, and quiet in the nearly pitch black depths. the ocean that was eternally sleeping, letting itself be moved by the sweeps of crystal clear winds. she was a home, a fear.
blue was the sky. shifting its color through time, from something more grey into brightness and then into dark again. she was the spirit that wrapped herself around the world, soft clouds blanketing civilization from her friends (the harshness that was beyond). she watched all that happened from her place, eyes thoughtful but never interfering. it wasn’t her place to change what is.
blue was forget me nots, violets, and berries dappled on the sides of dirt trails. sweet smelling and kindly, she had always been a provider to the hungry. she laced herself into flower crowns which rested gingerly atop the heads of her children.
she was endlessness and infinity itself, nothing and everything all in the same universe. she embraced the chaos that was the world and turned it into her signature calm, peacefulness. she felt, from her little corner in the sea and the sky, but she did not let it show. blue was the mother to all things alive, there in the corner, perfectly fine with going unnoticed.

Blue sat on the top of a shipping container, clipboard grasped in their hand. Below them countless workers milled about, glancing upwards every now and then to request assurance or instructions. A small smile slipped onto blue’s face. She liked this job. Being in control, watching as tasks were routinely completed. It was nice. Satisfying, even.

And then there was Red. Red was Blue’s boss, and Blue wasn’t entirely sure how she had managed to get the position in the first place. Everything she did felt out of place and impulsive, like she decided what to do when she woke up each morning rather than planning it out in advance. The most annoying thing, though, was that it worked. Red was confusing and frustrating, but Blue knew better than to ask too many questions. Chaotic or not, she was still their boss.
Sighing, Blue jumped down from the container, following the last of the workers into the main office. They closed the door gently behind them, shifting the clipboard under her arm and walking behind the counter to the main office.

She knocked three times and waited.

“Blue! Get ‘in here!”

“Hey, Red. I’ve got you that paperwork you asked for and I-”

“How would you like a promotion?”

“How would I… what?”

“Well, I figured i’m better at all the sitting around yelling at people to do their job, and you could do the orginising. Like a personal secretary. Do you like that title? There’s no limitations so I could put your job down a ‘Making sure Red doesn’t ruin everything’ too, if you’d like.”

“Sounds…. Nice, actually.”

Blue stepped across the room, offering a hand. “I look forward to working with you.”

The sound of cheering in the background is loud enough to pierce someone's eardrums. Crowe doesn't bat an eye, as he organizes his desks from behind the safety of the arena walls. He dusts off every corner, including the bit of fuzz that flew from his books onto his vest. Crowe likes to look pulled together, perfected. He hums a tune, amidst the loud noises in the background, seeming to be off in his own world. Only the gods would know what goes on in his head. Horns begin to blow, signalling the start of a new match. Banging of drums and stomps of the crowd were well known sounds in the arena. Crowe sat down on his leather chair, crossing his legs and looking rather pompous, as he cradled the pen in front of him. He liked to think his senses had improved, the longer he spent here- especially his hearing. A slamming noise came shortly, making him jolt forward in his seat. “Come in Arla,” he said loudly, his voice husky and raw. A short girl came hustling into the room, her hands full of papers and books. “How'd ya know it was me?” She replied, with a heavy accent. “You're the only one disturbing me in my peace all the time,” he answered, crossing his arms. “What do you want?” Crowe knew well of her intentions. She had drawn up new ideas to propose to him, and like always, Crowe prepared himself to shut them down. She was like a little baby, always babbling on. But Crowe had trained her. He observed that her visits were becoming a little less frequent from before, and that was most likely a result of his harshness. Taking a deep breath, as if to prepare for a long speech, Arla dropped her scrolls on the desk in front of him, spreading them out evenly. “I know ya keep telling me all this is useless,” she gestured to the scrolls. “But ya have to listen.” Crowe groaned, leaning forward to examine what she'd brought. “Explain,” he said, slamming his foot on the ground. “We don't have to live like this anymore. They don't control us anymore. It sounds hard, but I promise you, it's simple. We- we just have to end it, don't you see? they can't do anything if we free the fighters, they're too weak.” She spoke quickly, her eyes lighting up. “Ple-” she began, but was interrupted by Crowe's shout. “Enough! I've heard enough.” He yelled, his eyes dull and locked upon her. “You don't understand!” Arla spoke again, shaking her head frantically. “No, it's YOU that doesn't understand.” He stood up, towering over her. “I've fed you, I've let you stay here, I've put up with your uselessness, but I've had enough! This.. This ‘they’ you talk about. They are me. I am them,” his face was pale, and he kept moving forward. “I began all of this, don't you see? I'm content here. I have power here. I am the creator of the games,” he said, once and for all, ending with a grin. Arla scanned his face, her face in utter shock. “I don't understand.” He growled, pinning her to the wall. “Of course you don't understand! You would never. You're too weak for the truth.”

Content Warning: Contains upsetting scenes, mentions of death etc
I sat on the beach, sinking my fingers into the silky fine sand, the pale silvery moonlight washing over me.

I hadn’t been this happy since before Koji… died.

before Koji~
before he/she… he /died/

before Koji…
/died/.

how peaceful and… wonderful this place was.

her * ears

“T-There’s a tsunami coming,

With no Karu?