Even Fate Picks Its Favorites

[like-clockwork-lew]

Black wings fluttered lightly in the cool night air, slowing down gently as the cloaked figure landed gently at the opening of a cave. How long had it been since he had seen this place? How long had it been, since the terrible incident happened? Since he watched his best friend fall to his death? Honestly, a part of him felt it was fitting to finally be back. (ididntaskforthis)

Standing atop the cliff, he frowns. Looking down, the fog still hides the threat of stalagmites. Had he not been atop them himself, he’d even doubt they existed at all. Knowing better than this, Clockwork hisses and turns away. The sight is beginning to make him sick, and he begins to walk back down the path as he tries to push dark thoughts away. He doesn’t really know why he felt the need to return to this place, and yet it feels as though he was called. He’d be more worried if the fog was still tinged green, but it’s a thick white now and the smell of decay and disease from before is gone. Whatever was here when they’d first arrived at this blasted cave seems long gone, so what could it be? As far as he can tell there hasn’t been any activity here for a while now.

So what summoned him? Pondering this thought, Clockwork slowly moves towards the mouth of the cave. As he nears the opening, however, he pauses before quickly moving to press against a wall. A hand then comes up to move his eyepatch aside, the gear in it beginning to spin slowly and emit an eerie magenta glow. He can sense he is no longer alone here, and his body begins to tense up as he prepares himself for the worst.

“Stop, who goes there? I suggest you turn around and leave this place. There isn’t anything good here die you. Trust me.” He’d learned that the hard way after all.

[didnotaskforthis]

In his defense, he had not been expecting anyone else to be in front of him when he landed, and thus his graceful touchdown is turned into a series of panicked flailing before he lands oh so elegantly on his ass.

He hisses softly and rubbed his hip, his face looking down as he pulled the cloak closer.

“I-I know this place...” He answered softly and bit his lip. “But it has no power anymore... It’s just a slightly dangerous cave... You... You’re the one who should leave... Danger can still lurk for you.”

You don’t have to be scared of the monster, I’ll let it die with me.

I’ll never die insolent child.

He felt his head ache and he immediately pressed a hand to his temple in pain. “So you should leave I... It’s not safe...”

His eyes slowly trickled up, and he felt himself freeze as he held the hood more against himself. “You... Uh... Who... Who are you-”

He should be dead, didn’t we kill him?

Stop it! That was you! That wasn’t me! And he’s not dead just hurt damn you but he’s not here now. He’s not here.

He winched again, his head starting to pound. “Ah... Ah what did you say...?”

[fangtastic-pretty-boy]

Lost and confused, Arthur stumbled to the door and knocked on it roughly, his form still dizzy. He had managed to starve his demon to death, but he still had not returned to normal. He had his fair skin and adorable freckles, but his eyes flowed lightly, he had sharp canines, his nails were like claws, and he had a small set of bat wings on his back. Functionally they were useless, but they moved a little. He knocked again, his weak fork leaning more against the door. “Hi..?” (ididnotaskforthis)

He’d been asleep in his coffin when the banging starts. It’s simply annoying at first, but he does his best to ignore it. He even makes a point to roll over and tug his pink bat blanket over his head. After a moment though, the banging continues and when he finally has enough he groans. He then sits up, throwing the lid off with flair and stepping out of his resting place

“Alright, Alright! Hold your horses darling, I’m coming.” Oh, and now he is stomping to the door with a huff. “Not even in a good way dammit.”

Once he makes it to the door, he throws it open. He then leans against the doorframe in all his extra glory, eyeing his new guest with interest.

“Well, aren’t you an interesting sight. Ohhh, and is that wings? So interesting and cute aren’t you? How curious~”

And now he is leaning forward, pushing himself off the door frame and close enough to tower over the other

“To what do I owe this honor my SUPER-natural friend~”

[didnotaskforthis]

Arthur felt himself stumble as the door came open, his form leaning against his doorframe as he slowly looked up at the figure. He felt dizzy and lightheaded, probably from how long he’s spent in the wilderness and in the cold.

“I-I… I uh…need to…” He stuttered out softly and bit his lip gently. He needed to ask to use a phone, or maybe for food, or maybe for something to drink. However, he stumbled instead and fell against the stranger.

He felt extremely weak, and his face flushed lightly as he just tried to tell him something while keeping his eyes open. He wasn’t having any luck, his form fizzling out like a light, becoming clay in the stranger’s arms.

[fangtastic-pretty-boy]

“You need to what exactly? Darling, I’m a lot of things, but I’m certainly not a mind rea— ohhhh.”

Watching his guest fall in to his chest, Lewis grins. While he doesn’t know what’s going on, he certainly has no complaints. His night is already becoming oh so interesting

“Ohh, well aren’t you just a mess? Not even in a good way either my dear. I suppose we should get you inside then, and ohh. I suppose I’ll get to play doctor~”

Oh, and there he goes. Lewis is now scooping the stranger in to his arms, carrying him towards his coffin bridal style. The asshole looks like he is having too much fun with this already. Especially as he drops his guest in to the coffin, already moving to lean over the edge and purr

“Now then, why don’t you tell me what’s wrong hm? What’s eating you darling?”

[didnotaskforthis]

He feels dizzy and weak, his eyes fluttering a little as he feels the stranger scoop him into his arms. He feels like he’s swimming with how light headed he has become. He can’t help how long it takes him to gather his senses.

By the time he does, he’s in a little coffin that’s been made into a rather comfy bed.

“I-I… I need a phone…” He said gently, his face pale. “I…wanna call home I…can finally go…back… He’s finally gone and I…I wanna…” He muttered out softly, before whimpering as he tried to sit up.

This was a bad idea, since he wobbled and found himself leaning against the side. “I-I…feel so weak…”

[fangtastic-pretty-boy]

“You look like you need a lot of things darling, but hardly a phone.”

Now reaching forward, Lewis hums. This man just seems so frail that he doesn’t even use his hand. Instead he pushes the man back with a single finger, raising a brow at how easy it is

“Now tell me, have you eaten anything lately? You look like you are about to wither away. That would be such a waste, especially with how cute you are.”

[didnotaskforthis]

“Hm… I… I dunno…” He mumbled gently, his form easily being pushed back by his finger. He felt dizziness fading into a heavy feeling, his whole body starting to drag downward.

His eyes losed focus for a moment, and he whimpered out softly. “I-I… I think I might throw up I… I don’t feel good…” He slowly looked up at him with a whimper. “I-I’m sorry… I’m… I’m so sorry…”

He shut his eyes and shifted a hand up, using it to cover his eyes. “I-I dunno what to do… I-I don’t…feel good…”

[deepbluevi]

“Just leave me behind!” Arthur cried out softly and shook his head slowly. “It’ll be better that way...” (did notaskforthis)

“You know I’m not going to just abandon you. Talk to me! What’s going on, Arthur? Let me help you!”

She walked towards him, hands held out beseechingly. She moved slowly as though afraid to startle him.

“Please, Arthur–”

[didnotaskforthis]

“No! No don’t TOUCH me!” He felt himself scream out as he pushed her hand back. He slowly stepped back and shifted his hands into his hair, tugging on the strands harshly. “You don’t understand! This isn’t… I don’t think you can do anything…” feom

He tugged at the strands some more, before backing away. Behind him, the woods outstretched for miles and miles, with the van being abandoned. His actions had changed drastically before, the boy jerking the wheel so hard it gave her whiplash. He managed to park the car, and now his face was showing more pain.

He knew he needed to get away from her before the voice in his head overpowered his own. “V-Vivi please I… I’m so scared… I just don’t feel like you’re safe with me anymore… Just get in the van and drive away… Please… I’m begging you please.”

[deepbluevi]

The wildness that he pushed her away with startled her, and she couldn’t lie and say that hearing him scream at her not to touch him– it hurt, even if the context was wildly different than his previous rejection. Any trace of self-serving pity evaporated as he continued on, obviously terrified and desperate to protect her. What he could think he himself would be the source for she had no idea.

“Not a chance in hell, Arthur Kingsmen,” she said, as calmly and firmly as she was able. “I’m not about to leave you stranded out here at the mercy of whatever you’re so scared of. I’m not letting you get hurt again!”

God if she knew the nature of the threat she could do more– but even in her frazzled state of mind she could think of no less than half a dozen possibilities based on the tiny bit of information she had to work with; and she had no guarantee that Arthur wouldn’t bolt the moment she turned away to dig something useful up out of the back of the van.

“Artie–” she pleaded. “Tell me what’s going on.”

[didnotaskforthis]

“Something is wrong with me...” Arthur said and shook his head. He shifted both of his hands up, clutching at his hair. “I thought it wasn’t something I had to worry about... I thought I had pushed it down and that it had went away but it’s been getting worse!”

He frowned lightly and bit his lip harshly, attempting to make it bleed. “Ever since we ran from that last place that...that odd mansion something has been screaming behind my ears... It’s not mine but there is a loud voice that’s growling in my ear and it’s... Its deep and rumbling and Vivi it wants to hurt you...”

He glanced back at the woods, his eyes watering a little more. “P-Please I... I just don’t want to be hurt...”

Why don’t you just leave it all to me? I’ll take good care of her.

“J-Just leave me alone! Please! I got to keep away from you! I can’t see you hurt!” He said gently and whimpered as the voice sent sharp pain through his skull.

[deepbluevi]

“Just leave me behind!” Arthur cried out softly and shook his head slowly. “It’ll be better that way...” (did notaskforthis)

“You know I’m not going to just abandon you. Talk to me! What’s going on, Arthur? Let me help you!”

She walked towards him, hands held out beseechingly. She moved slowly as though afraid to startle him.

“Please, Arthur--”

[didnotaskforthis]

“No! No don’t TOUCH me!” He felt himself scream out as he pushed her hand back. He slowly stepped back and shifted his hands into his hair, tugging on the strands harshly. “You don’t understand! This isn’t... I don’t think you can do anything...” feom

He tugged at the strands some more, before backing away. Behind him, the woods outstretched for miles and miles, with the van being abandoned. His actions had changed drastically before, the boy jerking the wheel so hard it gave her whiplash. He managed to park the car, and now his face was showing more pain.

He knew he needed to get away from her before the voice in his head overpowered his own. “V-Vivi please I... I’m so scared... I just don’t feel like you’re safe with me anymore... Just get in the van and drive away... Please... I’m begging you please.”

[didnotaskforthis]

Anyone up for some angsty/cute lewthur rp? I have a neeeeed

[didnotaskforthis]

Ah wait, message me if you’re interested! That’s an important detail I forgot to post.

[didnotaskforthis]

Anyone up for some angsty/cute lewthur rp? I have a neeeeed

[solitaria-fantasma]

An odd shadowy figure seems to appear, staying behind the gang as they travel with apprehension. If Lewis looks closely, he’ll get a brief glance at green eyes, before it vanishes again. This creature seems harmless, if not just a little creepy, but he follows Lewis everywhere he goes. There seems to be a story hidden, but as the days pass he can feel the creature slowly edging closer. Now with Vivi gearing up for another trip, Lewis had to figure out what this creature wanted.

Confronting the creature outright was out of the question.

Going in with no plan and no knowledge was the cause of a lot of grief, for their little gang, and Lewis was not keen on causing any more. Besides that, Mystery hadn’t shown any outward signs of hostility towards the creature, and neither had Gawain…and perhaps it was a little assumptive of him to assume that the kitsune and the older ghost were infallible in their character judgement, but Lewis didn’t want to overreact to something the more experienced supernaturals of their group had deemed non-threatening.

So instead of confronting the creature, Lewis slipped away from the others while Vivi and Arthur were arguing over how best to pack the go-bags with the new shelving Lance had installed, and retreated to the library.

Really, it was more of a spare bedroom stuffed with illusory shelves than a library, but Vivi kept all of her research books and notes here, so the joking title was at least fitting. Lewis picked a book off of the shelf at random, and started leafing through it, all while watching the doorway from the corner of his eye. The creature had been following him, specifically, almost since it had appeared, and his non-confrontational plan was banking on it following him again today…

[solitaria-fantasma]

“Yeah, I can see you.” Lewis turned his head slightly, and offered the creature a small, disarming smile. “I guess the others can’t, then?” He reasoned out loud. At least, Arthur and Vivi wouldn’t. Neither Mystery nor Gawain liked to draw attention to things they thought were best left alone.

“Do you have a name?” Lewis prompted, slowly turning to better face the creature, and hopefully not startle it. “Mine’s Lewis.”

[didnotaskforthis]

“I... I don’t really know what...what my name is...” It answered softly and shifted a bit. “I know I...have one but... I don’t remember it...”

It seemed nervous as eyes actually looked at it, but he did shift more in the frame. “I... I dunno if they can see me... They’ve never...said anything...not to me or...to you...”

It edged a little closer, coming slightly more around the corner as he bit his lip lightly. “Don’t remember...much of anything really... just... just uh...well...”

It seemed to hesitate a little, before it looked to him again. “I just...remember you...I think...”

[solitaria-fantasma]

An odd shadowy figure seems to appear, staying behind the gang as they travel with apprehension. If Lewis looks closely, he’ll get a brief glance at green eyes, before it vanishes again. This creature seems harmless, if not just a little creepy, but he follows Lewis everywhere he goes. There seems to be a story hidden, but as the days pass he can feel the creature slowly edging closer. Now with Vivi gearing up for another trip, Lewis had to figure out what this creature wanted.

Confronting the creature outright was out of the question.

Going in with no plan and no knowledge was the cause of a lot of grief, for their little gang, and Lewis was not keen on causing any more. Besides that, Mystery hadn’t shown any outward signs of hostility towards the creature, and neither had Gawain…and perhaps it was a little assumptive of him to assume that the kitsune and the older ghost were infallible in their character judgement, but Lewis didn’t want to overreact to something the more experienced supernaturals of their group had deemed non-threatening.

So instead of confronting the creature, Lewis slipped away from the others while Vivi and Arthur were arguing over how best to pack the go-bags with the new shelving Lance had installed, and retreated to the library.

Really, it was more of a spare bedroom stuffed with illusory shelves than a library, but Vivi kept all of her research books and notes here, so the joking title was at least fitting. Lewis picked a book off of the shelf at random, and started leafing through it, all while watching the doorway from the corner of his eye. The creature had been following him, specifically, almost since it had appeared, and his non-confrontational plan was banking on it following him again today…

[solitaria-fantasma]

Lewis glanced at the creature from the corner of his eye, and turned another page without really reading it. As suspected, the creature had followed him, as opposed to staying with any of the others. They didn’t seem particularly strong, but they weren’t trying to feed off of his ambient energy, the way the Deadbeats did. 

Maybe he should write that down? Vivi would love to speculate over an observation like this.

“Can you speak?” Lewis asked quietly, and without moving. He hadn’t tried speaking to the creature before; hadn’t wanted to scare Arthur, or encourage Vivi’s brand of overwhelming exuberance. But both humans were outside at the van with Mystery, and Gawain was still a little clingy around his brother, preferring to stay in Arthur’s vicinity

 Maybe here, with no-one else to watch or listen, the creature would be willing to respond to Lewis?

[didnotaskforthis]

The creature seemed startled at being talked to, its form flickering for a moment as it hugged the wall and hid back more. When Lewis made no move to approach him or even look up from the page though, it eased out a little more again, its eyes going toward the floor.

“Not...well...” It spoke softly, its voice coming out in a very faint whisper. It sounded hoarse, as if the vocal folds were weak after screaming for hours, but also held a metallic echo that carried it into the room.

It shifted and seemed to hestitate again, before it looked up at him with a long, hesitant stare. “You...see...me...?”

It seemed surprised and a little scared at the question, its presence almost flickering from the use of energy being converted for speech. At the least though, Lewis could tell from the voice that it seemed to be male.

That was a start, right?

[solitaria-fantasma]

An odd shadowy figure seems to appear, staying behind the gang as they travel with apprehension. If Lewis looks closely, he’ll get a brief glance at green eyes, before it vanishes again. This creature seems harmless, if not just a little creepy, but he follows Lewis everywhere he goes. There seems to be a story hidden, but as the days pass he can feel the creature slowly edging closer. Now with Vivi gearing up for another trip, Lewis had to figure out what this creature wanted.

Confronting the creature outright was out of the question.

Going in with no plan and no knowledge was the cause of a lot of grief, for their little gang, and Lewis was not keen on causing any more. Besides that, Mystery hadn’t shown any outward signs of hostility towards the creature, and neither had Gawain…and perhaps it was a little assumptive of him to assume that the kitsune and the older ghost were infallible in their character judgement, but Lewis didn’t want to overreact to something the more experienced supernaturals of their group had deemed non-threatening.

So instead of confronting the creature, Lewis slipped away from the others while Vivi and Arthur were arguing over how best to pack the go-bags with the new shelving Lance had installed, and retreated to the library.

Really, it was more of a spare bedroom stuffed with illusory shelves than a library, but Vivi kept all of her research books and notes here, so the joking title was at least fitting. Lewis picked a book off of the shelf at random, and started leafing through it, all while watching the doorway from the corner of his eye. The creature had been following him, specifically, almost since it had appeared, and his non-confrontational plan was banking on it following him again today…

[didnotaskforthis]

The aura around the figure was harmless for the most part, if not rather weak and gentle. It seemed to have no problems with Mystery, occasionally growing close but not interacting openly. It did not seem capable of seeing Gawain on its own, needing Gawain to appear before him instead.

By how it acted, it didn’t know Gawain existed.

It was very quiet, an aspect that seemed to accompany it. It walked carefully on its toes, resembling a careful cat when Lewis got a chance to see it. It was this way that the creature followed him down the hallway.

Lewis was given a chance to start skimming his book, before the creature peaked into the room around the door frame. It looked human in shape, having two legs, two arms, a torso, and a head. However, most of its other features seemed too skewed to see.

It was black and seemed to flicker, like a specter that was too weak to hold form. However, the way it’s eyes looked at him, glimmering a brilliant emerald green with rounded pupils, looked entirely too human.

It watched him from afar again, shifting nervously as it threatened to vanish if he looked up too fast.

[darkowolewthurrr]

Part 1

part 2 (not finish , i’ll soon! ^^)

[solitaria-fantasma]

((Hey guys. I’m having a rough night where it feels like my social anxieties are stopping me from interacting at all with my fellow RPers here, even though I know you’re all amazing people and I shouldn’t be afraid.

Can you give this post a like if you’re in the Mystery Skulls Animated fandom and are open to RPing with Canon related OCs/multiples of the gang/communication in general?))

[msaluna]

“Hello!” A black, shadowy figure said with a smile as he waved a claw hand at her. He kept a fair distance, not wanting his appearance to frighten her at all. “I hope this isn’t too creepy, but I wanted to ask a question too!” He held up a little sign, brandishing an odd symbol of eyes (👀 .) “Who was your first friend? And what was it like when you first met?” (didnotaskforthis)

Send my muse “👀 + a question” and they’ll have to answer with 100% honesty.

Luna paused at the new face, or… claw. Seeing as that was the only part of the figure she saw. Her golden eyes slightly squinting into the dark with a weary yet unwavering expression. Can’t judge a book by its cover, but doesn't mean she has to fully trust it either. 

“My childhood friend,” part of her paranoia didn’t want to say a name but she was ‘under contract’ by the honesty spell. “Vivi…We became friends at a very young age. Eventually, when I returned to town to live here. We reconnected and started researching the paranormal together. Getting into trouble… typical kids meddling into things we really shouldn’t have.” 

“Sorry, but, I didn’t catch your name…You aren’t a typical gray face.” She didn’t want to lose the name of a potential new face.  @didnotaskforthis

[didnotaskforthis]

“Oh! I’m so sorry, I really do not show up well in the dark,” The person said and eased a little closer, his posture small. “It’s a...long story honestly but... My name’s Arthur!”

His skin was ashened in color, with vague, darker spots across his nose that were only visible in direct light. They looked like freckles, actually. He had bright eye lashes, white in color, and glowing golden eyes that seemed round, almost angelic.

He had blonde hair that came into wild curls around his face, with dark brown eyebrows, a goatee, and three distinct brown strands hanging by his face. “I’m Arthur Kingsmen but uh...probably not your Arthur huh?”

He smiled meekly, his white shirt long faded, his orange vest missing, and his yellow pants muddy and faded. His poor shoes were falling apart as well. Though, maybe that didn’t stand out the most.

The boy had sharp looking fangs that protruded out of his lips, long, dangerous claws, and a set of black wings that he kept folded against his back. “My Vivi was my first friend too. In kindergarten, she protected me and made me feel...like I was like everyone else... Well, that was easier back then. I didn’t look this beastly.”

[stimman3000]

https://instagram.com/p/Bi7XlKOBmRW/

[didnotaskforthis]

@like-clockwork-lew

[solitaria-fantasma]

“No arguments there.” Lance replied as he began flipping through the channel guide. “Gawain’s enough of a spook for my tastes.” Bran made a happy sound, and Griflet shifted his coils a bit to get more comfortable on Arthur’s shoulder.

“Hey!” Gawain protested, though he was smiling, and clearly playing along with the joke. “I only haunted the printer that one time.” And he’d even apologized to Daniel for scaring him so much. Indirectly, of course.

[didnotaskforthis]

Arthur couldn’t help the giggle that escaped him, the image of Gawain spooking someone with a haunted printer making him smile even more. He shifted through the movies before he found a Spy Movie, then took another piece of pizza.

“Maybe for your next trick, you can haunt the fax machine and make it spell out creepy messages or something,” Arthur joked towards Gawain, more giggles escaping him. “Though if you’re not careful, Daniel might quit!”

[solitaria-fantasma]

Bran and Griflet made matching sounds of affirmation, and immediately dove for the offered space. They collided in mid-air and fought for a few seconds before Bran won, and gleefully coiled herself up in Arthur’s lap. Griflet huffed, and resigned himself to a perch on the couch behind Arthur’s shoulder, instead.

Chopper watched her siblings scramble, and rolled her eyes. But she settled herself on the back of the couch behind Arthur’s free shoulder nonetheless.

Gawain hopped over the back of the couch and dropped down weightlessly next to his brother. Lance sat down in an old armchair pulled up close to the couch with a pizza slice of his own, and picked up the TV remote.

“So…what’s the vote for the first movie?”

[didnotaskforthis]

“Please absolutely no horror movies,” Arthur said firmly and shook his head unhappily. “Something with lots of action...maybe comedy... Maybe Employee of the Month for comedy or...hell, get out a classic James Bond movie... I just want something over the top and clearly not real.” He smiled happily and gently put a hand over Bran and petted her slowly, before he shifted the other hand up to Griflet. He wanted to give them plenty of attention, but as he felt Chopper join him, he started shifting his hand once in a while to move and pet her too. Chopper was a little more gruff compared to her siblings, so giving her attention, but not too much attention, was key to doing well by her. He acknowledged her and treated her equally, but made sure not to baby her too much. She was a very strong and independent Reptilitone after all.

[solitaria-fantasma]

“We can ask the Reptilitones to pick one off the shelf at random.” Gawain slung a gentle arm across his brother’s shoulders as they headed back down the hall toward the living room. Griflet splashed about in the bubbles for a few minutes more before shaking off the suds, and swimming down the hall to catch up.

In the living room, Lance had already stacked up the pizza boxes alongside some paper plates on the coffee table by the couch. He’d pulled what must have been every spare blanket and pillow from around the apartment, too - as if he’d thought the couch wouldn’t be comfortable enough. The man looked up from folding a blanket as his nephews entered the room, and cracked a smile under his beard.

…maybe. It was hard to tell, through all that hair.

“Pizza’s hear.” Lance stated, even though the boxes were clearly visible. “Who wanted the oysters?”

[didnotaskforthis]

“Oysters! Me me!” Arthur exclaimed happily, before he eased over to the couch and sat down next to his Uncle. He felt himself sink into the pillows and blankets a little, sighing in content as he pulled the top layer over himself. He smiled as he gently took a plate, grabbing a couple slices and a cup of soda. He knew it was not good for his teeth, but he sipped it happily and bit down into wonderful cheese. A hum of delight escaped him as he patted his lap. “Which Reptilitone wants to sit in my lap for the movie? I could use a warm movie buddy!”

[didnotaskforthis]

Turkey Day is a Coming

With such a delightful holiday coming near, I want to you to ask my muse to cook for you! Ask him to cook one item, and I will roll a D20 to decide how well it turns out! Now, my boy is not a very good cook, so he will have a disadvantage on his rolls, and he has to score higher the more difficult the dish is.

For example: Ask for fruit salad and he needs at least an 8 to succeed.

For example: Ask for a turkey and he needs at least a 17 to succeed.

Send the asks in and let’s sre how well Thanksgiving will work out if we leave it only in his hands!