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!! An independent Hollow Knight blog featuring Ghost/Knight. With a special guest appearance of Nosk.
!! A simple promo to find others willing to interact. Comfortable with crossovers, AUs, and OCs. Willing to humanize to an extent for fandom crossovers.
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hostile-divinity:
The dissatisfaction is clear on his expression but his retort about uninstalling something else is withheld. He’s aware that it would only give the vendor an excuse to continue speaking. …not that he needed one.
He seems to pick up on how the other stops speaking as well as the look he’s given. How unsettling... “More of a looker than a talker, huh?” Follow up with a hesitant laugh.
hostile-divinity:
His eyes follow the multifaceted merchant languidly.
“And yet, it hasn’t managed to shut you up.”
“I’m afraid that part of the package comes pre-installed.” There’s a low hum behind the mask and he crosses his arms.
"My Batter is gone! My Batter is dead!”
His voice sounds happy and chipper, but there’s a very real emptiness inside that he’s trying to hide.
Miaou
“Miaou… indeed…”
All for Naught :: Closed
hostile-divinity:
His expression had returned to its default, judgmental scowl. After having such an easy pass through this file he had expected more than just a measly ‘2′.
“Speak concisely, are those two files worth my time?”
He had no reason to go out of his way to get the same exact items but with more fuss. If crashing through generic files was more lucrative than he had no interest in the others.
There’s a purse of his lips behind his mask and Zacharie idly wonders if dealing with Gabe is worth his time. Though he’s quite adamant about staying alive, so he supposes he will simply have to make do with what he has available.
A thoughtful sound and he lowers his feet off of his desk. “Perhaps one,” he comments. As unknown as Blondie’s file is, he is sure that the other could potentially find something useful there.
“I would recommend we go about with your usual routine. However, if you insist... I can take you there.” There’s no guarantees. He hasn’t been there himself and he isn’t sure if the items Gabe wants will be there. If the file was still corrupted beyond recognition, then maybe it could get this guy off his back for a little while if it keeps him busy.
If not, then... he has no choice, does he?
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All for Naught :: Closed
hostile-divinity:
This was by far one of the quickest and least problematic gathering of Orbs he had ever experienced. He can still feel the rush of each one as he used them and craved more. With each one they gathered he found himself moving a bit quicker.
When they finally reach the final chest in the merchant’s office he kicks the lock off and retrieves the final Orb. He pauses and admires the way the light makes the stone glitter; holding it up and rotating it between his fingers. There is the faintest hint of a sadistic grin as he crushes it in his fist and absorbs the stat boost.
As the fine, powdery remains of it slowly fade he releases a quiet sigh. This was a good run.
“Are there more places like this?”
It’s unsurprising that it would be so easy for him. The Batter before him already killed off the only means he might have had intervene otherwise, and the “owner” of this particular file has not been seen in quite some time.
Zacharie watches him with mild interest, leaning back in his chair and propping his feet up onto the desk. Fingers lace and he tips his head in an almost condescending manner to look over at him once he’s finished.
“Rarely. The other two I am aware of are two that I can not enter freely. One because of the owner, the other because I do not know its physical location.”
Blondie’s file was still a mystery to him. An odd scenario but he would rather avoid that place anyway. Even if he felt he did not “get along” with the platinum purifier, he did not want to bring unnecessary trouble onto his door step.
“I know other generic files, however.”
All for Naught :: Closed
hostile-divinity:
He trails directly behind him again so that he can watch his small movements and gestures. It’s obvious that his forced guide is thinking very intently about his current situation; why wouldn’t he? His purifier had been slaughtered and his life was now in the hands of the murderer.
It’s not as if it mattered much to him, it wasn’t going to change anything on his side of the “deal”.
But it did offer him a nice bit of quiet as they walked. It wouldn’t take long to find the aforementioned items if they had spawned as normal.
It would make much more of a mess if he would have to go through the trouble of purifying the place in order to acquire them.
His thoughts are consumed with the ideas of his future. He came to this Kingdom because it gave him solace and peace of mind. It was an important place that he held dear, and he was to look after it.
Traveling with this Batter meant one of two things. On the one hand, he was going to be risking his sanity by leading this murderer to those he is acquainted with and was truly “friends” with. On the other hand, he could be free from moral ambiguity and follow the other until he died.
It doesn’t take long to find each chest in the Zones, as the Kingdom was essentially a post-purified state of being. Vines had grown over the locks but they were easy to open still. No Elsen crossed their paths. No spectres, no Guardians.
In the end they arrive in his office, where the last of the Orbs stay hidden. He moves over to the chair behind his dusty desk and sits down while he waits for the Batter to retrieve what he wishes to claim for himself.
All for Naught :: Closed
hostile-divinity:
His scowl seems to deepen as he sees the harsh light and abundant greenery. It failed to impress him more than it frustrated him over his own situation.
“We’ll start from the beginning. I am here for all of them.”
He was uninterested in the residents of this file; if he was able to gather all of the Orbs without encountering a single one than that would just make all of this much faster.
There is a small sigh, defeated as it may sound coming from him, as he begins to walk forward. Even with all of the changes, some things can not change here. Eventually they come across a red cube which can lead them into the first Zone.
“As you wish,” he says nonchalantly.
Zacharie could care less if this Batter steals the Orbs from this file, or any other for that matter... But it’s slowly piecing itself in his mind--the reasoning behind how he was able to slaughter two Batters who he was aware were fully maxed in level.
The permanent stat-boosters of the Zodiac Orbs is a very clever way to get around such buffers. He has to hand it to him, it is quite appalling yet deserving of credit. He may have never thought of something like that. The knowledge is tucked away for later discussion.
All for Naught :: Closed
hostile-divinity:
The social pet-names were an annoyance but he was familiar with the type. His cleats tail behind him silently and a little more casually. The Batter’s hands remain empty as he walks with his eyes trained to the back of the merchant’s head.
Once through the Nothingness and into the next zone, he finally speaks again.
“What is the range of your teleportation?”
The new file opens up to a brightly lit sky, complete with vivid colors and natural abundance. Grass that he hasn’t seen for decades in any file other than very few select cases (such as this one), is a small but important means to keep him sane.
The question does not go unanswered for long. “So long as I have physically been to any place, I can travel at my own whim. Those who have taken control of their files by other means may prove to override this, however.”
Such instances as a few Hugos he could count on one hand. Those who know how to control traffic, seen and unseen. Firewalls, so to speak.
“We can go to the generic places the Orbs spawn. Where would you like to go first?” A small frown is placed behind his mask. Inevitably, they will end up in his office within the park. Indeed it is still a place he holds private items for himself.
The merchant idly hopes that this Batter isn’t too nosy in those regards.
All for Naught :: Closed
hostile-divinity:
The scowl on his face seemed to loosen slightly as the other knew exactly of what he was searching for. At least he could use the brain he had for more than counting credits.
“You mean we will.”
He stepped closer until he was clearly invading personal space; the shadow of his cap only making his expression more hostile, “Move.”
Body stiffens under baggy clothing as soon as the other moves even closer to him. Zacharie glances up without really moving, which is luckily available to him given their close heights.
“Right this way, my friend,” he heel turns and briskly walks in the opposite direction as him. Not too far, however, as there was ample space around to summon a rift into the Nothingness.
“After I.” The portal swallows him into the darkness and another of the same size is made within the Nothingness to lead them into the separate file.
ROBOTS OR DINOSAURS?
All for Naught :: Closed
hostile-divinity:
He let him speak in his vague form; he could care less of who was in the file.
“Are the items of the file still intact?”
It would become very clear to the merchant that his mission was not focused on mass-genocide but more on … theft. Death followed him but it was not what he needed.
The items of the file? Certainly not the ones he would commonly carry upon his own person, no... He must means the items which spawn indefinitely into each file.
“The Orbs?”
He has not personally looked for them, although the Zones are (essentially) still the same layout but with a new revision of sorts. Everything falls more into place with better ease.
“... We can find out.”
All for Naught :: Closed
hostile-divinity:
“Prove useful and you’ll find yourself in that state perpetually.”
‘Don’t, and I’ll just kill you.’ Vocalizing his violent demands were unnecessary with the aura he was giving off. If the merchant was aware of what happened to his Batter while he was away then there was no need to explain himself.
His eyes narrowed as he continued to judge the creature in front. At least he had not attempted to run; it meant that he wasn’t an idiot but a survivor. Maybe that meant he would last a fair amount of time before his use was worn out.
“Where were you going to go after spying here?”
The first thing that Zacharie thinks of is how he spends most of his time outside of Joel’s file because he does not actually like to be in such a hopeless place. Devoid of all the things he enjoys, it is only a constant sad reminder of what had been in previous times.
These days, however, to account for the time he had left his Batter behind, the peddler wasted away his days in an isolated... Kingdom, of sorts.
Purged of the relentless cycles that most Batters must endure, it was reminiscent of an older timeline but renewed. Though he does not wish to have this new Batter tread on such... “sacred” ground--it was very important to himself and to Joel (even though he rarely visited it at all, even when it was only one save file under his own).
“My home away from home, of sorts. Empty, for the most part, if you are looking for more... victims. But it is where I keep my records.”
Unofficially, and off of the main code which is in Joel’s file and subject to erasure. Rookie’s Kingdom was certainly an anomaly, even if it was rarely lived within anymore.
All for Naught :: Closed
hostile-divinity:
His head tips back a bit further, eyes staring calculatingly at the other. Any merchant that had the desire and time enough on his hands to actually ‘make friends’ was an anomaly. Perhaps they simply had different ideas of how the term ought to be used, “So you know them well, remember their locations.”
The statement was said in a rhetorical manner; it’s not as if he even thought of this as a conversation. He followed up with, “You will take me to them.”
There seems to be a sort of revelation behind the mask, the moment he hears the words in such a commanding manner--quite demanding and no room for questions in the way he spoke to him. The merchant is quiet for a moment, contemplative in his silence but knowing there was little he could do to hassle himself out of such an odd predicament.
He either agreed and lived, or he denied him and be killed.
A simple choice, even with the lives of said “friends” on the line. It is not in his jurisdiction to “save” others, though if the conflict could be avoided he would do so.
“... I find myself unable to deny you in this strange situation, it seems.”
looks in my ancient drafts.
Simon and Joel kissing in the HS AU
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old me how could you not respond right away you are an idiot look at what you’ve lost.
also I don’t know if I’ll be returning to Tumblr any time soon.
