"let's meet again"

thesquiggles: ver.1 with monica | (original) | (art)

Sat, 04 May 2013 23:57:48 -1000

ver.1 with monica | (original) | (art)

"“I’m going to continue to change. And I’ll do whatever it takes to keep my promise with Monica. But…..."

Sat, 04 May 2013 23:44:33 -1000

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“I’m going to continue to change. And I’ll do whatever it takes to keep my promise with Monica. But… when I see her again, if I’ve become someone completely different… If there’s nothing left of me from the time when I loved her, there would be no meaning to seeing her again.”

“I don’t think Monica would think that way.” Elmer said, not at all intending to be falsely kind.

Huey nodded slightly, but then shook his head.

“She might not mind, but I will. This is just one of my selfish whims.”

He then turned to Elmer and made his wish known to his friend.

“So no matter how much I change, Elmer… Please, I want you to remain just as you are now. I know I’m asking something very terrible and cruel of you. But if you never change, I think I might be able to rely on you to go back to the old me. The me that loved Monica.”

Elmer’s answer was simple.

“You’d better keep that promise from last year.”

“Yeah.”

“Once you see her again, you have to come show me the greatest smile in the world… together.”

Huey chuckled bitterly.

“I don’t remember proposing such a difficult condition.”

“Hey, our lifespans’ve gone from seventy or so years to eternity. I don’t think I’m asking too much of you at all. Do you have any idea how hard it’s going to be to try and never change from the way I am?”

“I have faith in you.”

”

- Baccano! 1711: Whitesmile

This is really interesting. I’ve always thought it’s just Elmer’s nature to remain the same as he always has been, but it seems like he does that because of his promise to Huey.

Your blog goes well with your cute smile Monimoni! Guess who~?

Thu, 02 May 2013 23:07:00 -1000

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kaiender: no comments - just love :)

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kaiender:

no comments - just love :)

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mikurakazuma: ー私は死んだりしないよ。ヒューイ。ー私はただ、いなくなるだけだから。ーだから、いつかきっと会えるよ。ーだから、だからヒューイも笑って。ーありがちう。ヒューイ。ーさよなら、...

Thu, 02 May 2013 22:59:47 -1000

mikurakazuma:

ー私は死んだりしないよ。ヒューイ。
ー私はただ、いなくなるだけだから。
ーだから、いつかきっと会えるよ。
ーだから、だからヒューイも笑って。
ーありがちう。ヒューイ。

ーさよなら、ヒューイ。
ー……また会おうね。

I’m never going to die, Huey.
I’m just going to disappear for a while.
So I know that we’ll see each other again someday.
So you have to smile, Huey.
Thank you, Huey.

Goodbye, Huey.
…… Let’s meet again.

— Monica Campanella - Baccano 1705, Crack Flag

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Thu, 02 May 2013 22:59:09 -1000

ろぐ① | 秋吉＠ついった

Thu, 02 May 2013 22:56:40 -1000

ろぐ① | 秋吉＠ついった

"I can’t bring myself to trust you. But even if you were to betray me, and even if you were to become..."

Thu, 02 May 2013 22:28:55 -1000

“I can’t bring myself to trust you. But even if you were to betray me, and even if you were to become my enemy… would it be okay for me to love? Could you… let me love you?”

- Huey Laforet, BACCANO! 1710 Crack Flag

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Thu, 02 May 2013 22:28:31 -1000

ろぐつめ。 | 秋吉1935B読了

Thu, 02 May 2013 22:27:23 -1000

ろぐつめ。 | 秋吉1935B読了

"When I first met you six years ago, I despised the world with all my heart. But Monica changed me...."

Thu, 02 May 2013 22:27:03 -1000

““When I first met you six years ago, I despised the world with all
my heart. But Monica changed me. I came to love the world because she was in it. Although none of that matters anymore.””

- Huey Laforet, BACCANO! 1711 Whitesmile

((Hey, guys. I know I’ve been away forever. I’ve just been so utterly swamped in...

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 02:14:00 -1000

((Hey, guys. I know I’ve been away forever. I’ve just been so utterly swamped in classes and other roleplays that I had to put all my anime blogs on indefinite hiatuses. But I am considering bringing back my Chane account (Sylvie and Monica will be debatable for now until I’ve thought it over). I’ll probably make a new account for Chane though, simply because I completely forgot the email to her blog (which is why I’m not making this announcement on her blog). In any case, I’ll try to be more productive on her with a fresher start.))

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voicelesswonder: ((Fall semester started, so my replies will likely be slow for my Baccano!...

Mon, 20 Aug 2012 22:20:43 -1000

voicelesswonder:

((Fall semester started, so my replies will likely be slow for my Baccano! accounts (e.g. Chane, Sylvie, Monica). But nevertheless, I will try to do replies as fast as possible.))

thedevilssecretary started following you angeritself started following you douglanikov started...

Fri, 17 Aug 2012 14:09:02 -1000

thedevilssecretary started following you

angeritself started following you

douglanikov started following you

call-me-mr-gandor started following you

Whenever Monica Campanella ended up in a new place, she had to hold a certain level of caution. It wasn’t as though she was new to such a place—she had traveled after to quite a degree—but she took precautions when they were necessary. And they always were. If people were to uncover her secrets or if Fermet were to hide her, the blonde-haired woman would find herself in a great deal of trouble. And she always had a run-in with a very talkative informant. The last thing she wanted was to let her identity slip out of her notice.

the love that got away

Sun, 05 Aug 2012 02:09:56 -1000

detatchedobserver:

And so it actually did have to come down to this. Huey definitely couldn’t say that he was surprised one bit by this. Immortality always did seem to surprise everyone whenever they noticed that a person who should clearly be dead after a shot to the head or a stab to the heart weren’t dead afterwards.

“You sound surprised…” he murmured softly. “It wasn’t wanted at first… but then it helped to find a way to be able to see you once more…” or perhaps it would have been more correct to say that it was his selfish reason to come upon this alongside so many others. But then again anyone who couldn’t fulfill the final wishes of their beloved. No one could ever be considered to be that selfish, now could they?

—But this was just how it always had to be… giving up humanity to become a monster for the sake of this woman even though it was definitely a selfish decision.

But maybe in the end it all wasn’t that important. Maybe now he could try to use his inhuman nature to perhaps save his beloved. His dear Monica who just looked oh so frightened now. His dear Monica who shouldn’t ever have to look like that, and he can’t help but wonder why she did. What happened, what made her like this…

And did he have the power to help her through this?

But for now he made sure to keep her hands where they were, to hold her just to make sure that just perhaps she might be able to look at him. And it wasn’t like he had the ability to hold onto her very tightly anyways. He was never cut out for strength, athletics, and the likes anyways.

“He saved you and you accepted his words as the truth… but did you ever consider to find out if everything was right on your own? He is not human… he would only have you to force me to ruin as he has done many times before and to many others like him…” It wasn’t like Huey was exactly blind to anything that had happened to anyone else in that man’s hands. His eyes and ears were all over the world. He was aware of the torment and physical torture he put that ten year old boy through, how he had frozen the Asian man alive for fifty years, and that wasn’t even the tip of the iceberg of the crimes against humanity that Fermet had committed. “Monica, look at me. Look straight at me and try to see if I am lying or not. That is nothing more than a rumor that came from the play that his ‘friend’ had wrote, but I would never… never do anything to ever hurt you… there was talk before I had left for solitude that… that you had been with a child. Our child. If this was true… then do you honestly believe that I would destroy my own happiness?” If she was truly Fermet’s Queen in this idiotic game that seemed to have spurred between the two of them, then he made the affective move. Huey was practically near a shamble in trying to explain the truth of that long forgotten time.

—Perhaps he really has won this time…

And perhaps he could throw away what little hope he had left to try and make things right.

Huey had to take the time to try and figure out just what else he could possibly due to help—but the sudden scream of pain practically shook him from his thoughts. Pain though? What could have gone wrong in the few seconds and moments of silence between words that could possibly cause anymore pain? Of course, his answer was soon answered when he looked down, just long enough to catch the red against the fabric and catch the poor woman from falling over completely. “Oh… my dear Monica… what did that man do to you…?” How utterly sad and dejected his words sounded almost surprised Huey all together, but he couldn’t let that bother him right now. Instead he just did his best to help her back to the couch, to sit her down so that there could at least be a bit of stability for her right now.

And maybe to fetch a washcloth, but Huey wasn’t sure if that would be needed right about now.

Her legs wobbled and followed flimsily as Huey Laforet helped her to the couch. Her breaths came out shallow and hoarse, her gaze lowered as her head sank involuntarily against the shoulder of the man who allegedly killed her once before. Monica shut her eyes as she could feel the blood and the flesh returning to where it should have been. Pain. Such a common human feeling. After everything she had been through, she should have been used to such agony by now. And yet, she wasn’t. Fermet’s experiments had trained her to accept it, but to never be tolerant of it. No matter how much she tried to build and break her, the young woman could still feel.

What did that man do to her? If only Huey knew. So many years, centuries wasted upon repeated torture after torture and torment after torment. Monica sighed, shuddering at the memory of it all. Her memories may have been untrustworthy as of late, but the experiments were fresh in her mind, and they were real and true. She had felt them against her own skin and flesh, she had seen her own blood and tasted it, too. She had heard her screams and watched her body writhe in pain. Yes, that was how she knew those memories to be true.

Just as she knew the words of Huey Laforet’s to be true, too.

As much as she could have denied them, as much as a part of her wanted to, a more stronger part of her didn’t and genuinely wanted to believe him. When he had spoken to her softly and reassuringly, she had understood. She had seen it in his eyes and heard it from his mouth; in spite of everything that Fermet had told her, Huey Laforet was speaking honest and true. But if Huey had been speaking so honest and true, what did that make for her master? Was he the one who truly killed her, and not this young man at her side? For now, Monica couldn’t dwell on such thoughts. Fermet may have been many things. He may have been cold, cruel, harsh, manipulative, and demeaning, but he was also and always her rescuer. Perhaps, it was because of their centuries worth of time spent together and her established loyalty to him, but she could not betray him, even now.

That didn’t mean she had to trust him, though. Just as he could never gain her love and respect, he could also not gain her trust. Only her intense and utter loyalty is what remained, and there it would stay.

Her gaze flickered ever so slightly as Huey’s words echoed in her mind, repeating like an endless cycle, a broken record out of turn. A child, he had said. They had had a child. Her hand slowly crept to her abdomen, barren with no life inside. Then, what had happened to that child? Did it live—did it die? She couldn’t bear the thought of it. Either way, it would pain her more than she could bear. In that cold and dark room so very long ago, she had no nothing of children or childhood. There was a boy there who she had caught stolen glimpses of, but beyond that, there was nothing else. Once or twice, she could have sworn she had heard the cries of an infant child, but she had presumed it was merely her mind playing tricks on her just as it always would.

Her breaths faltered and became slow. The pain, the wound, everything had stopped. But Monica would always remember. Always. Perhaps, that was one of several curses of being an immortal. The wounds and the scars would feel, but the memory of the pain? That would always be eternal. The woman knew that all too well.

Opening her eyes, Monica pursed her lips and narrowed her gaze by an inch as her eyes wandered, finding Huey’s free hand. Slowly, she took it in hers, wordlessly f trying to find some sort of familiarity and warmth.

“… I believe you,” she finally whispered, breaking the silence between them. ”I believe you, I do. It’s just too difficult to take in right now.” She couldn’t accept the idea of Fermet betraying her and taking away her life just yet; she wasn’t sure if she ever would. ”You didn’t kill me…” Monica leaned into him a little. ”But I can’t accept that Fermet killed me, either. I just—I can’t.” It would shatter everything that she had built her life upon until now. She couldn’t allow that to happen. Monica sighed and managed to make small smile in spite of it all.

Her headache was wearing off, and so was the memory of her wound, too. It was strange. Normally, things like this would have consumed her entire mind and being until she ended up in unconsciousness, but this time, it didn’t. Could it have been this man’s doing? Huey Laforet? Monica looked up at him. Perhaps.

themaskmaker started following you

Thu, 02 Aug 2012 05:08:18 -1000

informantizaya:

Izaya could almost see the skepticism in her demeanor, but he didn’t acknowledge it beyond taking note. It would not serve to make him any more credible. This Monica seemed like a cautious being already, for one reason or another. Finding out why would be less than simple, particularly not knowing her full name. However, that wouldn’t stop him from seeing what he could dig up through his resources.

If nothing else, it was apparent to just about anyone that she was foreign. As for not being very familiar with the place— “People around here have a way of standing out or simply blending into the background. Of course, I have no way of knowing everyone in a city this size, but you don’t seem familiar at all~” he explained. “Ah, but yes; I happen to be an information broker. I know quite a lot about this city…”

Standing out or blending in. It was an interesting choice of words for the informant to describe the residents of the city of Ikebukuro, to be sure. Monica wondered which she would be. Likely the latter given her discretion when it came to her reluctance to reveal her true name or colors, and she had an essence of the former given that her blonde hair, blue eyes, and light skin revealed her to be a foreigner without doubt or question.

“An information broker?” Monica asked, her gaze narrowing by an inch. The woman supposed that it was good that she refrained from speaking her full name—or both her names, for that matter. Izaya Orihara could have easily used that very crucial information against her. And for someone like her, for someone like Monica Campanella who could be found as an immortal—and who needed to keep the fact that she could get away with two names instead of one—she had to most certainly withhold that information with her life. ”If you happen to know this city quite well, then you must be right person for me to go to, should I need directions or the like?”