#abottomlesscurse

[vernades]

@a-bottomless-curse -- ;

The Shattering had changed the world, but people like Sypha hadn’t been around to see it. Some might consider it an odd thing to see a member of the Church of Vows whom still sported their Lazuli robes that so clearly indicated a member of Raya Lucaria, but it came as something of a comfort... even if the headdresses were utterly ridiculous and something out of a bad drama, Sypha thought. Light of the setting sun warmed the walls of the Church with hues of fire and gold, a breeze tugging through titian locks as Sypha obliviously played a flute, waiting for passersby who might hear of their Word... blasphemous to some it might be.

Noticing a presence further afield, from upon the rocky bluff the sorcerer perched did they wave. 

“Hail, traveler! Perhaps you might want to rest for awhile in our Church?”

[sinnhelmingr]

YOU’RE NOT LIKE THE REST, AND I DON’T KNOW WHY.

She hates the sensation, that gnawing, needling knowledge that something is askew in the undead before her. Leaning heavily on her scythe, the Fenito draws herself closer to the woman’s level, her shadow falling long across her form. She’s a clever thing, come far from the asylums, but she’s more than that, too.

At least this one doesn’t mirror her. She takes it so personally, remembers the old accusations, when the Undead come forth all Hollowed. Her mother will chide her for thinking so, call them all equal, but it still burns. This one comes all honey, pretty in spite of her undeath, not a single flaw that Hel can see from her vantage point.

What a waste. What a terrible waste.

(Under a fiery sky, will the Moon even know if she turns this one astray? She’s one of many, and the game will spin on with or without her, surely--)

“Never seen a Pygmy so far from home.” There’s amusement in her voice, a light in her green eyes. Despite her terror, she paints herself the friend and ally that she was molded to be. “What an inspiration you must be.”

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[feanors-daughter]

"Why hello there little one. Are you lost?" (a-bottomless-curse, for child!lau?)

The small, redhead child looked up at the stranger with tears in her large, blue eyes. She had wandered off while playing, chasing a small rabbit, and had found herself far from where her family had been. Lost, and no way to know how to get back. Laurelin whimpered and wiped her eyes, nodding hesitantly.

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[calabrun]

@a-bottomless-curse -- ;

Finding a place to rest in Yharnam was far harder than a place to die, he was finding. Furled within the branches of a tree, roosting like a rook, he imagined with the Crowfeather Set on that he did look rather avian from below. Feeling what felt like a stone bouncing off his person, Vlad groused, “I’m not a fucking beast, if that’s what you think.”

[vernades]

@a-bottomless-curse -- ;

“Kayden, over here!” The church hunter beckoned to the huntress who was currently being pursued by a pack of lycan that appeared much stronger than the average sort, and far more powerful, too. Once she’d ducked inside the narrow alleyway, Sypha tossed a small, incense-laden bag into the street that seemed to scare them off, which was good enough for them.

“You alright? Those ones looked stronger than normal, weren’t they?”

[vernades]

@a-bottomless-curse -- ;

“You made it,” the church hunter observed once they spied Kayden entering through the Clinic’s courtyard, gate swiftly barred to prevent any beasts from storming through one of the last strongholds in Yharnam left. Sealing the gate with a sound clangor, Sypha sighed as they ushered the huntress through.

“Are you injured? I might have more blood vials to spare, if you need them.”

[vernades]

@a-bottomless-curse said:🌃

The Lumenflower Gardens were not a place of common entry, but being a Holy Blade of the church did afford Sypha a few more privileges than the ordinary hunter. The sky was nearly starless in the beginning autumn chill, though the Lumenflower Gardens were beautiful this time of night with a fragrance like jasmine wafting throughout the space. Sprawled on their back with Kayden alongside, the ginger turned to the woman. “Not too chilly, is it?” Sypha prompted, head lolling to the side to glance at the huntress as taken by the stars as they were.

“Hopefully Ludwig won’t ask about this in the morning. I told him I needed entry for something urgent,” Sypha chuffed with a wily simper, propping their head on their arms like a pillow. Though it was chilly, for once, it least it wasn’t for unpleasant reasons like exploring the Chalice Dungeons. 

[vernades]

@a-bottomless-curse -- ; 

It was a quiet day in the tea shop, something Kayden was always grateful for. It gave her the chance to read and drink tea from her own stock, and time to pamper the flowers and plants in her greenhouse. Most people knew by now that her store always ran at odd hours, and called in ahead of time to make sure that she was open just in case. However, the phone store only took calls, so when the musical notification sounded from her desk, Kayden sat down and read the message.

Raising an eyebrow, she wondered what Cipher could possibly mean, and why they had chosen to text her about it. Not that she minded, simply curious, as she always was.

[ 📱 — sms ] what kind of mistake? [ 📱 — sms ] the life threatening kind or the more mundane kind? [ 📱 — sms ] like burning food

It figured Cipher would be the one to so artlessly get themselves tangled in such a situation. Shinjuku was always a hotbed of yakuza activity, what with several clans hosting a few bachelor parties between their brats to secure another generation of mob rule, some dynastic nonsense like that. From Cipher’s vantage point in a love hotel room (one of the most popular go-to’s more for privacy than racy sexual relations), binoculars ranging through narrow windows where coronas of light emanated from several pairs of headlight unloading on the venue across the street, some swanky teahouse or other. Geisha and all. 

Information. In protecting their latest client, Cipher had needed to traverse much deeper than they usually liked. But, in order to keep the status quo level, of course they had to get their feet wet. 

[ 📱 — sms ] more the information kind of potential-mistake [ 📱 — sms ] i’d use the net, but i think the network’s bugged