#aid lombard

[antagonyaist]

@aid-lombard​ - proxy event starter

A cat all alone in the rain. There’s a certain irony to that. Catra hates irony. 

A cat. Two ears. Long furry mane. A tail. Sharp teeth. Fur. And... Digital cracks running all along her body. Her body fizzled, and sparked in the rain. The cracks flashed many different colors, and then pieces of her began to fall away. She felt like she was breaking apart, and then she would crumble and scatter like dust. 

Catra folded her arms and held onto herself. It was then she noticed someone staring at her. A little girl. She looked just as lost as Catra was. Catra tried to smile for a moment, but all she managed to do was show her fangs in a half cracked expression. 

The girl looked scared.  Catra frowned. 

“Hey, I’m not a monster... (I’m not, I’m not, I’m not).”

Catra reached out to her slowly with a glitching hand but then the girl ran away from her. Catra took off after her, bounding on all four legs, like she was chasing down prey. 

“Hey, get back here! If you don’t get back here, I’ll eat you!”

[phantommirrored]

@aid-lombard​

Shadow had found this festival to be beyond entertaining. Between being whatever he wanted, there was all new trouble he could stir up.  It was really no surprise he’d gained some unwanted supervision.

Though.  He was sneaky.  And knew when eyes were on him...

“What are you looking at?”  Boom.  Nailed it.

[anglerfishnabe]

Location: Tall Treasure Trove

@aid-lombard​ || starter call 

Up from the roof Ogata can see something. His eyes--- eye has always been good but the having turned sort of halfway into feline he can see even better. Not only that but the night vision really helps to make out forms in the darkness of the more unruly streets of Fibonacci. 

To take advantage of it all he’s climbed all way up to the roof to get a clearer view of the map they’ve drawn onto the ground.

He leans back a little letting his eye wander until it stops.

There’s a beep. Low sort of mewl that just somehow drops out of his mouth all too naturally as he noticed she doesn’t seem to see him.

“ You’re in the way “, he continues at the usual voice, referring to where Saint-Germain is standing.

[thelostvessel]

@aid-lombard

Despite the sun only having just begun to set a little while ago, the Broken Vessel had been asleep most of the day, preferring nightfall to the bright, harsh sunlight of the daytime. It, unfortunately, hadn’t been much of a restful sleep; it had been plagued with nightmares of xyr own infection, memories of the burning, that horrible burning flooding their senses and overwhelming them, leaving them unable to breathe until they had woken up with black tears pooling in xyr eyes.

Now, they were sitting outside on a bench, staring upwards towards the stars in total silence. They didn’t see nor care if anyone else approached right now, simply lost in xyr own thoughts as they held xyr arms close to themselves, trying to shake the awful memories away. They wouldn’t go away, though. They never would.

Apparently, despite what it may have seemed, they did notice the other near xem though, as they began to sign. Though, there was a chance they were just “talking” to xemselves, too.

‘I don’t want to be alone here. I don’t want to be forgotten here. I can’t even say I want to go home, as I have no home to go to.’

A pause.

‘I just wish I could forget.’ It felt good to get things off their chest, at least.

[braveryfated]

@aid-lombard

Just like last year, Haruka spent part of ‘SpiraleFES’ wandering around a bunch of stalls set up in Fibonacci Ward. Sure, there were plenty of other events happening during the festival, yet... she didn’t particularly feel like exploring any of them, not right now that is.

To be honest, Haruka was feeling a little homesick. After all, she hadn’t seen any of her family, or friends, since the second she set foot in this city. Well, ignoring the few times she ran into someone she knew during... some manner of chaos. Including a month or so ago, with the Masked Player... though she really didn’t want to think about that. 

Walking past a stall, she sees something reflecting light on the table. Looking back towards the light, she sees a silver necklace sitting on top of a picture frame... Wait a second. The frame looked familiar, yet the picture inside—

Without a second thought, she walks back to the table and, in an instant, reaches for the photo frame. Though in that same moment, she ends up bumping into someone who had been standing by the table. 

“I-I’m sorry, I just wanted to take a closer look at that photo frame. I think it might be mine.” She quickly explains. Haruka couldn’t clearly see the picture within the frame clearly from where she was standing, especially with the necklace partially blocking it, however... she was positive that it was hers. Though it sure would be embarassing if it wasn’t in the end.

[braveryfated]

Examine the mask from the "Masked Player."

Meme - Accepting

You really don’t looked pleased while holding this. Understandable. After all, you don’t particular like this individual, do you? 

What kind of person walks around with a masquerade mask, appearing before people to spout cryptic nonsense before disappearing into the void? No, seriously, this thing looks like something you would find in a store for party supplies. And that was exactly what it’s wearer did... whenever they weren’t looking to cause problems on purpose.

>Look at the mask more closely.

...What are you supposed to look at? It’s just a— hold on a second. It would seem that there were a few strands of hair stuck to it, around the band that keeps the mask attached to the wearer’s head. They appeared to be rather short, looking to be either... a light brown? or perhaps blond? It was rather difficult to tell.

>More closely.

So it would seem that comparing the mask with something you would find at a party supply store was... a little inaccurate. You’re not entirely sure what to compare it to. Perhaps... The mask was made for something other than for being a cryptic nuisance?

Close to the left eye... slot? on the mask, there seemed to be a little compartment hiding a computer chip, one barely the size of a fingernail. Carefully taking it out, you can faintly see what looks like ‘KS’ and then the letter ‘Y’ and some numbers inscribed on the chip.

You have absolutely no idea what that could mean... So you decide to worry about it another day.

...Though, don’t you know someone with the initials ‘KS’? Are they initials? You know someone who’s name starts with a Y too. Perhaps you’re overthinking things.