#a blitz.

[a-web-of-worlds]

Blitz is sitting at a table in a cafe, thoroughly losing in a card game. At least probably. There's no one sitting across from him to judge that by, but it doesn't seem like he's winning.

He looks up and meets the eyes of someone he's still not sure how to feel about.

- @eyes-that-decieve

Renegade freezes up, staring at him like a deer caught in headlights. He didn’t think he’d see him here. They seem to have figured out how to appear more normal since last they met, despite many fan requests to make him worse, almost mistakable for a human wearing contacts.

Of course, there are still the scars running like tributaries down every inch of her body, gleaming odd colors in the light. One of his hands is shoved in his pocket, and Blitz can see their wrists has a violent purple hue it didn’t before.

[eyes-that-decieve]

Blitz? I- uhm-

I think I just killed somebody else

I don’t think I’m different at all

I don’t think I’m a person anymore

I brought you a present.

@a-web-of-worlds

Ya did? A present? For lil ol me? :D

[nobodys-soldier]

There's someone floating in Elias' kitchen. He has his back turned, singing something to the tune of 'another one bites the dust' under his breath, though the words aren't clear. A forked tail flicks along to the rhythm.

There's an unopened pack of poptarts in his hand.

- @eyes-that-decieve ((for whenever :3

Elias pauses when he sees him. Next, he grabs the chainsaw.

“Am I right in believing those are mine?” He questions, leaning against the doorway.

[eyes-that-decieve]

Amelie walks into the cafe quietly, trying to get unnoticed by Styx. It hasn't felt like socialising,not really,but this is the only place that makes their tea exactly how they like.

Styx, as always, notices them immediately. Fortunately, they know when to take a hint. She only pops by to drop faer tea off without a word, but maybe a worried look or two.

However, someone else does. And he has no such qualms.

"Hi!"

[eyes-that-decieve]

Macbeth does a lot of blind stumbling through new and unknown places. But this time, something is different. She is different, almost completely so.

A thousand cracks fill their porcelain body, just like they have for years- but now somehow glued meticulously back together, veins of gold running where sharp edges and hollow emptiness used to be. Warped and twisting horns adorn a swimming head, wings of delicate pottery tear through a no longer blood-stained shirt, and claws of leonine quality decorate their fingers like sparkling jewelry.

Everything feels wrong. Everything feels…peaceful. What’s going on? What’s wrong with their head?

Macbeth(?) halfway runs into a wall, allowing himself to fall the rest of the way to the ground. He doesn’t get up just yet. He’s not sure he’d remember how to. He’s not sure he can remember anything.

Renegade. Renegade. Renegade.

@a-web-of-worlds

Blitz is alerted to the new presence near-immediately. Styx sees his head snap up, before he disappears.

Now, this is so interesting! A harbinger, of all things! He's probably going to get stabbed immediately, but eh. He's had worse first impressions.

He shows up near them, watching for a moment, head tilted. Hm. They do look interesting. And like he's about to pass out. That too.

"Hello there! :)"

[eyes-that-decieve]

Amelie waltzes over to Blitz's table, making an effort to be heard from afar with their clinking jewellery.

He looks to be playing some kind of game at the table, like a unfamiliar version of chess. He looks over at the sound of their jewelry.

"Hello!"

[eyes-that-decieve]

Laertes isn’t quite sure what to do with himself. The dirt roads of their home town are just as good for wandering aimlessly as anywhere else.

Is it their home town? It’s just the place he happens to call home. But it’s closer than the hell where he was raised. The hell they just razed themself.

@laertesthelocalstranger

Someone falls into step behind him, swaggering steps slowed to match her shorter legs.

Blitz says nothing, though his sudden presence might still be startling enough even without any loud greetings. They certainly didn't part on good terms last time.