#acescere

[umbralscythe-blog]

☽ @acescere

kayn doesn’t consider himself sociable, but he has made some effort in maintaining conversation with one or two people on his contacts list. receiving mostly silence on liquid’s end over the past weeks has left him missing the text notification sound in the early hours of the morning, despite how annoying it can be in the midst of waking up.

when he hears his phone go off for the first time after the lull in communication, he is startled enough to check the message right away. rhaast merely groans at the development.

❛ OH. fantastic. i was beginning to wonder if he’d been in an accident. ❜

❝ shut up, ❞ says the acolyte, stretching and rubbing sleep from his eyes.

kayn slings the mouthy weapon over his shoulder and starts heading to where liquid wants to meet up; some kind of gym, it looks like. it’s for a quick sparring match, and kayn is agreeable to it. he would enjoy the practice, and the place isn’t far.

when he walks in, liquid is already there. 

❝ hey, ❞ he greets on approach. ❝ i’m not actually complaining, but it is a little early in the day to be fighting each other, don’t you think? ❞

[antheiin]

@acescere

She makes a game out of being, out of turning herself inside out and enjoying the world for what it is. Disguising is how she makes names for herself, and how she turns the world on its head. So, she settles for climbing up a tree and hanging from her knees.

Eventually, she realizes that watching miscellaneous people and changing her hair and eyes to match theirs is likely to draw attention. Like it is right now.

“Can I help you with something, or are you just staring?”

[coluberfoxii]

@acescere​ (isola radiale sunset festival [open])

snake feels like he hasn't been in a party in ages, and perhaps he's right. he got offered some shots by a stranger while walking the shoreline and told about a party there was going to be sometime soon, he should've said no.

but he didn't and now he's approaching margaritaville for the fifteenth and sitting next to a completely inconspicuous blond as he waits to order the sweetest, strongest cocktail the bartender's got.

[cosmophobicpi]

The streets were bustling with people while Jon stood quietly in front of a department store a midst it all, his attention firmly grasped by the illumination of the flickering screens from various television sets on display. What was currently broadcasting were the local news detailing a string of mysterious thefts. The impression of these reports left Jonathan unfazed or much to be desired unbeknownst to him however someone was keeping a close eye on him.     

[rauubtier-blog]

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they’re brother and sister now it’s canon

wolf bleaches her hair to match liquid confirmed

[stellarshooter]

@acescere

New people. It seemed like every week or so new people were being dropped into the city, just as confused as she had been when she’d woken up here. She sat a few yards from the door some were exiting from, cross legged and chin resting in her hands as she watched. It was interesting seeing who was being brought here.

She perked up, lifting her head a bit as a man walked out. He looked almost like Snake? She hummed to herself for a second before jumping to her feet and walking towards him. Even if the connection was nothing but a coincidence she wanted to make allies. “Hello? I’m Stella.”

[wildberryoras]

     FOOT traffic for the lunch rush parts to make way for him like he's a predator stalking through grass. A saxophone squawks as he plows right into a street performer. He takes no notice of his surroundings, laser focus aimed at the blond he's keeping a block distance from for the sake of observation. It's not him. If it were him, he would have felt that connection between them tug.

Regression won't let him let this go no matter what logic he throws at it. There's meant to be a checks and balances system with Stands of his type for situations like this. Once again, Jotaro is not there to keep him from seeing the murderer who butchered his family in Cairo anytime that blond turns his head. That fucking hair is blocking his view.

Star Platinum surges into the air and sends fellow citizens scattering to avoid being crushed when he lands in front of his target in a shower of sparkles. His putting distance between them is purely to make sure he's out of range for DIO's Stand. It does nothing to diminish the weight of his stare boring into Liquid's very essence in search of what simply isn't there.

In a blink, he has written a demand on the back of his arm in lipstick.

[Show me your neck.]

@acescere

*:・ﾟ☆

[foxhoundsonly-blog]

@acescere 

A glance was all he needed. 

Mantis loathed Hive City. He loathed its denizens. He loathed his newfound fragility. Most of all, he loathed being alive again. His mind was far too quiet these days without the dull hum of emotions and thoughts of passersby... without a certain psychic link he could always depend on. 

Yes, to be alive was to be completely and utterly alone. 

Mantis had been hunched over at a little secluded table outside and was internally soliloquizing these thoughts when it caught his eye. A small bowl of now-cold soup sat before him, food that he actually purchased rather than stole (though where he got the money in the first place was a different story). He leaned into the table, propping his chin up with his skeletal hands, and cast a quick, morose glance into the streets filled with The Hive’s hustle and bustle-- 

A flash of a familiar brown coat was all it took for Mantis to jump out of his seat and instantly encroach as fast as his weak physical stamina allowed, his untouched soup abandoned for the clean staff.

He was no stranger to the eccentricites of The Hive; he had come into contact with several Diamond Dogs ripped straight out of his childhood memories before, and every single time he wondered why Big Boss or Revolver Ocelot or Psycho Mantis got a second chance over... ... ... Mantis’ feet were moving faster than his brain, and, before he knew it, he caught up to the brown coat. Wheezing violently and with no regard for his own safety, Mantis snatched at the owner’s wrist, his gloved hand desperately clutching at the phantom he couldn’t let disappear again.

“Eli--!”