For His Praise : bsd (ON HOLD)

❝ Only victory in battle has real value. Without those successes, I'll never gain any acknowledgement. Especially not from Dazai... ❞

As the North American gifted organization, The Guild, falls, the city of Yokohama and its people fall silent in both mourning and jubilation. Many had come to pass in these trying times but the city remains mostly intact. The sun was setting on the first day of the aftermath, casting an orangey yellow glow onto the port city and a salty, sea breeze was coming in off of the harbor. A male figure in a black coat stood at one of the many loading docks along Yokohama's edge. His white cravat, coat trail, and belt that he neglected to tie gently flow in the wind. He pulls a hand to his face and coughs softly. A cellphone buzzes in his coat pocket. He fishes the device from his pocket, opens it, and speaks in a rasp to the individual on the other line.

"What is it?"

"Akutagawa! Hey! You're a hard fellow to contact, ya know."

The device nearly falls from the male's hand and into the endless sea when he heard the voice. Could it be?

"Dazai?"

"Indeed. Now I'm sorry to bother you in your leisure time but I have a proposal for you that I think you won't even /think/ of passing up..."