Can You Hear the Colors?

OC blog affiliated with Citta-Alveare

[onlyaplotdevice]

There had been a cute, short, random person struggling to hold up a tv when he first saw this person. And he was also short (cute??) and random, so he had offered his help. Two short people, just getting along, right? Something like that, yeah.. totally. 

Ahh, getting through a crowd would be a problem. While normally he could have just made everyone forget about the pair, he didn’t seem to have full access to his powers here. Tokura-san had warned him about that after all, though.

“Hmm, hmm. Why? I dunno.“ He keeps walking with them, making sure to balance the tv evenly between them. They seemed to be walking faster than before, but Takuto still wasn’t exactly sure where they were going.

"Shh, shh, don’t just say it out loud!” A serious expression gave way to a more pleasant one. “Nah, it was just a whim I guess. My whole purpose is to help people, and that seems to extend to individuals? Hmm, I’m not sure myself, Cray never really explained what I was….. Ah, I’m rambling now. Anyways, I’m not really a bad person I think.” Though if you asked people from his own world, they would tell a different story. 

[soundofsouls]

Of course tune wasn’t naive enough to believe the other was actually a hero. He didn’t really believe in heroes. While he loved tokusatsu shows and their selfless motives and desires, in his world someone like that was only out for themselves. Money, power, it was always something. The fact that the other denied being a hero actually made him a bit less worried.

Until the next part of course. Never explained what he was? That was... too similar to what Ambivalent was like. Created to help people? That was what all their weapons were said to be. His shoulders stiffened slightly as he kept walking. Slight, almost unnoticeable, but his level of worry was certainly heightened now. He didn’t need his eyes to see the other, and with every step taken Tune would be watching him. The slightest step out of line, he’d abandon the TV and run. Maybe even use it as a distraction, throw it on top of the other to give a moment of escape.

“A-ahaha, t-that’s an i-interesting way of putting things. Y-you know p-people might think you’re an a-alien or something!” he ‘said’ a bit nervously. Not much more than usual, but still present.

“Ah, l-look, there’s the s-station!” he tried to point out, but remembered letting go of the TV would likely send it crashing, defeating the purpose of everything. He’s probably be able to get away soon, and not have to worry anymore. Once at the train, he could make any number of excuses to get the other to leave. Or just trip him as the train left if he had to.

[soundofsouls]

//Meme day’s usually a good time for rp ads so

Like this for a starter. I’m gonna cap it at 4. If you liked the ad before the event, you can like this without worry of the cap just so I know you’re still interested. And as always, music related muses are exempt.

[anythingooos]

“ Ah, well, if you decide you want that pumpkin I can show you what to do with it for the holiday. There’s a craft involved where you make the pumpkin into a funny face. Here, let me show you. “ Fishing out a marker from his pocket would he draw a goofy face on the pumpkin, pointing to the spots on it.

“ Afterwards you just cut them out and put a candle inside. It’s called a Jack-O-Lantern and they’re used to decorate porches and the like for Halloween! “ A cough came from the stand owner, looking at Eiji scribble on his product. An embarrassed laugh came from him as he slowly handed the money over for the smaller one before looking down at the younger individual. 

“ But that’s what we do with them. You can have the bigger one and I can help you make one if you’d like! “ 

[soundofsouls]

First there was a holiday meant to give gifts, now one about making faces on fruit (he thought a pumpkin was a fruit anyway)? The people of other worlds really had it easy. To have the ability to think only of others and fun; it was the life Ambivalent strove to give to the future. It must be nice to live like that... he thought.

“R-really, you should take it! I-it’s not m-my holiday anyway aha.” he ‘said’, showing none of what he thought on his face. “Y-you’re the one t-that really wanted it anyway!”

Yes, this was a person that lived in that world, free of danger. Of course he’d want to try and give that excess to others. Tune’s world however had no room for such things.

“Y-you should take the big one. Y-you could show me, a-and I could do it on the sm-mall one later after all!”

[anticlimantics-deactivated20181]

His eyes dart back to the two blocks of pointed, ivory stone in the spider’s mouth. Harmless? Who knows. Maybe? "If you say so,“ he shrugs, shoulders shifting in resignation. “In that case, I’ll be heading off. I’ve got something to do in another sector, and while today’s a terrible day to be out at all, well… It’s really important." 

"Let’s see: They said 5 PM,” mutters Cuco to himself, “So that means… t-ten minutes!? You’ve got to be kidding me; I can’t make it there in ten minutes!”

"Okay, quick! What’s the cheapest, fastest transportation service in the area?”

[soundofsouls]

“Oh. U-uhm, a-all the trains are stopped a-and the buses are s-stuck in w-webs. T-there’s not really a-any way to get p-places f-fast...”

A somewhat sad look of sympathy passed on Tune’s face. There was no need for him to hide behind his walls, so there was no reason to not show it. He wasn’t sure what was so pressing, but if it was enough to cause the other concern, it must have some importance. 

However his somewhat gloomy gaze led him to look at the spider in his hands. And that gave him an idea. He’d done it once before back home, but... could he do it here too? Looking behind him, there was one of the perfect size.

“D-don’t worry, I-I have a plan!” and with a quick kick of his foot, he lept up to one of the larger spiders, taking a firm seat on its back, close to the point its head and body connected. With a quick pat, he had the spider crouch down.

“G-get on! I-I’ll get you w-where you need to go!”

[soundofsouls]

//So I’d like to apologize to everyone for being innactiveish. The event killed my last rp ad, school happened, and over the last few days I’ve been finding a bunch of posts tumblr never told me about.

I’m gonna try to reply to everything soon, and I’m gonna put out a new ad. If you were on the last one feel free to like this one and I’ll get you this go round. sorry ;;

[soundofsouls]

“T-time to g-g-get the heaters I g-guess...”

He may be used to sleeping in the cold of winter, but that doesn’t mean it was necessarily fun.

“I-I should... get some extra tarps too...”

[erenyega]

“It’s not even December yet. Quit jumping the gun and realize there are greater threats at hand than Santa.”

“…Like Turkeyman.”

[soundofsouls]

“E-eh? T-t-there’s not r-really turkeymen are there?”

Cue flashbacks to the animal experimentations that have tried to kill him many times.

[anticlimantics-deactivated20181]

With that, Cuco takes another step back. He doesn’t mean to do so; it just happens. The spider’s staring him down, and he can’t help staring back, uncomfortable as it is. Looking from a different perspective, however, that spider looks awfully agitated itself. Not angry-agitated, but something closer to his own. 

It pricks at his empathy, just the teensiest bit.

“…..Yeah, that’s right. They might even be more startled than me, huh?” He brings an end to the staring contest, finally taking the time to pay attention to the other boy. He’s small, like Cuco, yet the spider sits snugly in his grip. “Still, it’s pretty fearless of you to just pick one up like that.”

[soundofsouls]

“N-n-not really. Spiders aren’t t-that bad at all! T-they’re usually r-really calm.”

Of course, Tune had left out hat this was not the first time he had seen large spiders. These ones weren’t nearly as scary, since they were just scaled up. It was unlikely he’d return into the stomach of a spider, and their webs weren’t going to slice open arms and legs while holding you still. These were just spiders, not weapons. And even the weaponized ones were not the absolute monsters the other members had thought they were.

“T-they’re not t-that different than any o-other animal. T-they don’t want to hurt you or a-anything, I p-promise!”

[anythingooos]

     A bit out of breath, Eiji watched how thankfully, he was only second in line to the stand with pumpkins before looking down at what looked like a young boy holding up a pumpkin for him. Apparently he had gotten one for him, to which Eiji would be shocked at the boy’s remarkable kindness. He’d be quick to shake his head, however. 

“ No no it’s fine! If you need one as well, you should get that one for yourself. It’s a nice pumpkin too, so it’s more the better for you to take it! “ Waving his hands, he’d find a bit of a smaller pumpkin, holding it up and nodding his head. 

“ Yep! This one’s just fine for me! Don’t you worry about me. “ 

[soundofsouls]

A soundless laugh came from the boy at the other male. He was certainly selfless, or perhaps he’d simply have felt guilty taking it. It was a far difference from the people he was used to, who would take what was needed, and jump at anything if it was offered.

“N-no, r-really it’s all ok! I-I don’t even actually r-really know w-what’s going on right now, s-so you should take it. I-it would be m-m-much more useful to y-you.”

It was clear from what Tune had seen around the city that the bigger the pumpkin the better for this holiday. While he found everything happening during this celebration, it was still a fact that his world contained no holidays like this one in his world. Thus, in his mind, there was no use for him to keep the gourd, other than maybe some not-so-filling lunch.

[melodiousmemory-blog]

Raindrops

@soundofsouls

🎼 She was only a piano. What were they expecting her to do?

Unless she was danced or carried away, she had always remained in the same place, waiting for someone to play her. Being a good piano meant never straying far from your audience and she wanted to remain the very best instrument she could be. But she couldn’t stay out here, waiting for someone to pick her up and whisk her away to a new home. 

Because it started to rain. 

“~~~ ♪ ♪ ♪ ! ! ! “

Startling the instrument out of her thoughts, Piano flinched at the drops of water that began to sink into her clothes. Frantically, she looked for a place to keep herself dry and spotting the nearest storefront with an awning, ran to it as fast she could while hiking up the hem of her dress.As soon as she got there, she grabbed the arm of the only other person there and pointed anxiously to the sky while jumping on her heels.

“ ♪ ♫ ♫ ! ! ? ” She gave a questioning look to the boy next to her, as if he had some power to stop it.

[soundofsouls]

Rain was a pleasant experience to Tune. In fact, he preferred it to sun. The patter it created was easy to escape in, to hide one’s sound. It blended into that created by nature. That same sound created a spectrum that wouldn’t be seen at any other time. A bouncing flurry of colors and shades sprinkled the ground, the buildings, the people, everything. It was, from Tune’s vision, the most colorful type of weather.

However, not everyone, in fact very little in history, shared his vision. They also did not share his experience, nor his need for concealment in the dark and damp weather. It was an inconvenience, only bringing about more problems than it was worth. One such as the visitor who had shown up while he’d looked out at the world of color for his eyes only.

But this person, if they were even such, was more than a normal arrival. At the ‘voice’ that poured from her, a feeling never expected welled inside Tune’s chest. She was like him, in a way. Perhaps an even more pure version of him. He gave a gentle smile to her. No stutter, no panic. They were the same.

“🎶~~♪♪~🎶

♫🎵♫🎶”

They had no words of their own. Their ‘voice’ was the language of music. He didn’t even need to modify it; he didn’t need to change the voice of another to fit his own. He simply let the sound of his heart fill the air.

[anythingooos]

@soundofsouls

“ Ah.. pumpkin carving..! I nearly forgot..! They must be all sold out by now! “ Running past people towards the shop, Eiji failed to see how many people he was bumping into, making sure he didn’t really knock anyone OVER, sending out a flurry of sorries as he kept on moving forward. 

[soundofsouls]

Tune watched as the poor man fumble through the crowd. For someone like him, it was certainly funny ti watch. But the man was right, if they weren’t already, they would be sold out of pumpkins very soon. And the way he was moving, he’d never make it in time. But with his genuine excitement, Tune didn’t want to see him disappointed.

By the time the possibly crazy man reached the stand, Tune was already standing there, having used his superior crowd weaving skills to get there ahead of him. In his hands he held up a pumpkin to the man, with a smile on his face.

“H-here! Y-y-you wanted one r-right?”

Of course, there was no way someone could have paid for the pumpkin with the difference in time, but he didn’t have to say that part.

[anticlimantics-deactivated20181]

The rumbling – it’s stopped. They’ve stopped. Each and every one of them, down to the smallest of the teensy grandspiders. Cuco exhales slowly, deliberately, lets his steps slow in their wild momentum. Music, right? Where did that come from? And also, and also…

“Nothing to worry about,” he echoes, once he’s caught his breath. Echoing what – a bird? That couldn’t possibly be right. Turn around, won’t you? It doesn’t make sense to stand here and cower, now that the spiders are calm.

With fist to pounding chest, he looks back at the newcomer, back at the silent huddle. “I-is that so?” They have pointed fangs, some of them. Big enough to bite. “Hahaha…. I hope you don’t mind, but I’ll just be standing off to the side.” A good five meters away, to be exact.

[soundofsouls]

Oh. Oh yeah the other guy. He’d kind of gotten too focused on the spiders and forgotten about him. And it had seemed the words he’d said to the spiders were interpreted as if they were meant for the boy. Well, there was no reason to correct him; the misunderstanding would be to his advantage at least.

“A-ah, d-don’t worry, t-they’re not gonna h-hurt you. T-t-they were just s-startled is all.” he ‘spoke’ to the other. “T-there’s no need to stay aw-way. See?” 

And so Tune picked up the dog sized spider by the abdomen and hold it up for the other to view better. Its eyes stared right at the other boy, legs wiggling a bit to either side. It was not exactly pleased to be off the ground, but with Tune’s music and slight petting with his thumbs, it was still rather calmed.

[soundofsouls]

☯: What do they think of 'good' and 'evil'?

“Y-you... never really k-know what someone’s b-been through. W-why they’re doing s-s-something. S-sometimes the people labeled c-criminals are j-just normal people. O-or they’re victims thems-selved. L-labels are... stupid. T-the people who g-get to decide who f-falls under w-w-what label.... usually aren’t the o-ones that are m-most honest a-anyway.”

[soundofsouls]

⚠

⚠:Would they seek revenge against someone who’s harmed them or the people they care about?

Well. I can’t say he wouldn’t. If someone else pushed him to. If he were on his own, it’s unlikely he’d do much more unless they were right there. If they were long gone and in their base or something, he’d just help the person if he could.

He’s a follower, not a leader. He’s also too nervous a person to go charging after someone. He wouldn’t even know where to begin honestly.

[soundofsouls]

Morality Meme

⚖: Has your muse broken the law before? Broken a vow or promise?

⚔: Would your muse kill if they had to in order to protect a loved one?

🌟: Do they consider themselves a good person?

👑: Is your muse honorable?

☯: What do they think of 'good' and 'evil'?

🌹: When would they tell a lie?

🍷: Would they manipulate someone to get what they want?

⛨: What would they sacrifice their life for?

💋: How easily are they tempted?

☽: What is their alignment?

⚠: Would they seek revenge against someone who's harmed them or the people they care about?

[soundofsouls]

No Spouts In Sight

[bloomingqueen]

Travelling to sector four may have been the worst mistake she ever made. She didn’t mind spiders but they kept crawling everywhere on her, she even had to brush one the size of her head off her headgear. More like whacked it a few times with her scythe until it stopped moving…

But this sight was too much to handle, someone in a witch costume riding a gigantic spider. She watched him go past her as Tokoha stared in complete bewilderment. 

“W-what are you doing?!”

That seemed so dangerous and reckless! There was least twenty things that co-

“Eek!”

That moment of distraction was all another large spider needed to come charging behind her. Against her will, she was stuck on a spider’s back that was moving at full speed. At least the spider was keeping up with the other boy. 

[soundofsouls]

It seemed he’s been a bit too excited about the spiders, as he’d not even noticed another person nearby. Which normally, since reconnaissance and taking note of where people were was his main job, would not be good, and would put him into a higher state of alert and nervousness.

However at the moment he was far too in control of the situation to really need to be nervous. He’d quite a while found the perfect frequency to somewhat talk to spiders. It wasn’t hard at all for him to calm them and control them, to an extent. In that way, in the current situation, he was probably the most fearsome person on the area.

“G-grab it there.” he ‘said’ pointing to a spot close to the not exactly well defined point where the two sections of the spider’s body connect.

“J-j-just keep calm! T-they’re not that h-hard to control!” he ‘spoke’ trying to make sure the girl didn’t freak out the spider any. At the same time, he set the dial on his headphones to a specific setting to try to calm the one she was riding, so it didn’t continue to go out of control.

[anticlimantics-deactivated20181]

Screeching at the top of her piccolo lungs, a girl sprints down the streets of Sector 4, her hair flapping crazily in the wind. Only, that little girl is a boy, and he’s bolting faster than a cheetah on rocket skates. 

“SOMEBODY HELP ME!” He cries. A low grumble rumbles far behind him, and from the distance emerges a hissing, spitting, rustling, rattling mob of 8-legged terrors.

The creepy-crawly hordes are here. 

[soundofsouls]

It was... hard to not notice the boy. Even without the purple color of intense fear flying through the air from him and his heightened hearing sense, it was hard to ignore the boy.

Walking in between the boy and his pursuers, Tune crouched down next to a spider about the size of a dog, and started to pet it, causing it to calm. Following that, with his other hand, he moved a dial on his headphones to let out a low volume song, calming the other ones, and causing them to form a semi circle around him.

“T-there there, y-you don’t need to be s-scared. There’s n-n-nothign to worry about.”