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willthereben0ne‌:

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There were so many interesting people here! Flandre had never been surrounded by so many people in her life… nor had she ever been so overwhelmed.

Everything she was looking at was starting to blend together into a roar of noise and flashy colors, and she couldn’t look at anything clearly for longer than a few minutes. Yet, with her curious nature, she kept trekking forward despite this- and ended up running directly into someone’s back, falling on her butt shortly afterwards.

Momentarily stunned, the vampire rubbed a pale hand against her face, glancing up to see who she had bumped into… only to see the sharp teeth in the back of their head. For some reason, the girl’s first instinct once she realized what exactly she was looking at was to try and touch it- which was exactly what she did, standing up and immediately reaching a hand towards the teeth.

No one ever said she was the smartest vampire out there.

Before Flandre could nearly get her hand bitten off by Samson’s sharp teeth, Filia turned around, crimson eyes wide. “S-sorry! I didn’t mean to be in your way!” Well, no one said she was smart either. “I got busy looking at my phone...”

When she heard Samson laugh from the back of her head, her brow furrowed. “Did Samson scare you?” She frowned. “If he did, I’m really sorry. He’s kind of a jerk, but he won’t hurt you.” Samson simply laughed again.

“Seriously, though, be careful with him. Especially his teeth.”

“Aw, I wouldn’t bite a kid’s hand off or nothin’.”

#( IC )#willthereben0ne

tokeiso‌:

The headband opened. Weird as that was, an introduction followed. On reflex, she gave a shallow bow and said, “I’m Setsuna Higashi. It’s a pleasure to meet you too.”

Once the words left her mouth they felt weirder than anything else, but maybe she wouldn’t be questioned about so politely acknowledging him. She straightened up, running the girl’s words through her head. She could purify things the size of a basketball… but Samson was bigger than one, if all of the hair counted… and would it be that effective on a parasite, and not something controlling her…?

“Are you trying to get rid of him?” she whispered behind a hand, even if Samson was right there anyway. It just felt slightly more discreet.

Filia put a hand to her mouth, eyes wide. “N-no! No, it’s not that I’m trying to get rid of him! It’s just that I don’t really know where he came from,” she said.

Samson’s tendrils sharpened a bit, prompting Filia to reach up and pat his...cheek? She still wasn’t sure what translated to what when it came to his face. “Plus, I think he’d die without a host? And he’s been really helpful in keeping me off the streets, so, I don’t want him to die or anything!”

Well...he wouldn’t die per se, but he wouldn’t be quite as strong. He needed a human host to stay alive for long periods of time.

#( IC )#tokeiso

sorry for late replies! ive been super busy with school and work.

#( OOC )

lackofoxxygen‌:

“Wouldn’t be a diner if it didn’t serve milkshakes now would it be?” He snorts, gesturing for her to follow him. “It ain’t far. Just up the street and in there. It’s pretty homey for being in a sciencey futuristic setup.

"So you said you were new here? How you liking it so far? Anything different from home?” There were people from all sorts of backgrounds in the city, so it was interesting to see where everyone came from. “I’m from a dusty, dying smalltown. The kind that people forget exist, you know?” Also home to a resident murdercult. But that was a different story. Something about her seemed slightly off, but nothing paranormal. No ghosts or the like, it’d seem, but there was another presence.

“My name’s Steve. Nice to meetcha,” he introduces himself as they walk, swinging his briefcase lightly. “What’s yours?”

“Uhm...not really! Things were pretty crazy back home. Maplecrest had a teacher with a split personality-slash-dominatrix, and, uh, Parasites are a class of people that are marginalized,” she said, sheepishly.

She chose to not mention that she had one herself. “I once saw a catgirl who could remove her head and not die. Little Innsmouth was kind of a melting pot of people that even New Meridian didn’t like.”

#( IC )#lackofoxxygen

lackofoxxygen‌:

It’s the first week he’s been wearing his new uniform, and he has to say, it’s not bad. The white t-shirt under the white collared shirt with suspenders and a red tie wasn’t a bad look at all. Should’ve been a green tie to match the color of his scales, but whatever.

He gets a tap on the shoulder and turns, cocking his head at the young girl.

“Yeah sure, I know where it is. It’s about that time anyway, right?” He’s holding a briefcase in one hand, and a shiny badge hooked to his belt catches the light as he gestures with the other. “New here, or just lost?”

Ah! That was good. Yeah, she was pretty sure it was lunchtime anyways. She could tell from how much she wanted to eat, really. It was like her body always ran on meal time. Of course, Samson was to blame for that, but...well, whatever. She could scold him for that another time.

She gives him a polite smile, nodding.

“Both, really. I just remember seeing a diner around here. Do they serve milkshakes?”

#( IC )#lackofoxxygen #[filia is just babie]

tokeiso‌:

Tame as the area was (and saccharine as her interests were on top of that), Setsuna still felt self-conscious approaching one of the library’s romance sections. She was on her guard, ready to dodge behind another shelf if necessary. What happened instead of a familiar face finding her she couldn’t explain at first: something that resembled hair darted in front of her.

As a result, she froze and tried to understand. Surprised eyes turned on the apologetic older girl. They were in the same place for likely the same reason, so there wasn’t a need to run. And she… had a name for her hair.

“Ah, don’t worry. I don’t even know which book that was,” Setsuna replied with a small smile and a wave away of any inconvenience. Whether or not she was allowed to be curious about what happened, she decided it was at least worth one try. “If it’s not a problem to ask, how did you do that?”

Filia laughed a bit nervously, rubbing her arms in embarrassment. It wasn’t the first time she’d had to explain the Parasite, but it never got any easier, she noticed. As if right on time, Samson yawned, opening his eyes and making his existence known.

“Uhm...well, it’s a hair Parasite? His name is Samson. I just kinda woke up with him on my head one day, and I don’t really know how to get rid of him!”

A laugh could be heard from the back of her head.

“Pleasure to meet ya, kid.”

#( IC )#tokeiso #[i mean i suppose it could be weirder]

@tokeiso

Filia was quietly browsing the shelves of the Metro Library, tapping her fingers against the spines. Samson was keeping his mouth shut, luckily for her, his teeth connected to simply look like a strange headband. Maybe he was just bored of all the reading? She knew he wasn’t really a fan (and truth be told, she didn’t know if he even could read).

Well, if he could, he didn’t enjoy it. However, he decided that he was actually going to make her life harder again, and used his tendrils to get in someone’s way and grab a book near them. She sighed as Samson dropped the book into her hands, shoulders slumping as she turned to the stranger.

“Sorry about that...Samson just sort of acts without thinking first.”

#( IC )#tokeiso #[hello!]

@lackofoxxygen

Filia looked around the Fibonacci ward, trying to remember the layout of the place, but...remembering was hard. Samson was bugging her under her hat for something to eat, and to be honest, she could go for a milkshake right about now!

Tapping the shoulder of the closest person, she held her hands behind her back once their attention was gotten.