#anglerfishnabe 01

[chuketsu]

@anglerfishnabe

“Hey!”

Out of nowhere, out popped Himiko; she was, once again, intruding on someone else’s space and business without a care in the world. Among the darkness of the maze within The Mistwood, she at least had a good reason for reaching out to a stranger.

“Can you see in here? I can, a little.” A pause, a lean forward. “Are your eyes glowing? Neat.”

[mamadayo]

→ Are You Part of the Underbelly, Too?

@anglerfishnabe​

     He’s down in the canyon, further down, back in Fibonacci now. He’s still high on adrenaline, still pumped full of the stuff, even. He’s trying his best to figure out what’s going on, but he’s still refusing to read a damn sign, in part because he thinks he won’t be able to even read it.

     In dreams, you normally can’t read any signs. Right? Same thing applies here. After all, this is just some weird dream. 

     He sticks out like a sore thumb in these parts, mostly because of the high-class clothes he’s wearing. A polo with a breastpocket? Come on, now, Mama! It doesn’t bother him, though. He knows he fits right in, actually, so it doesn’t matter what other people think. 

     Madara looks about in the shop he’s in, which seems to be some sort of military shop of sorts...? Well, regardless, they carried weapons, traps, and even gasoline, he thinks. He still isn’t reading. He just knows he saw a big red can somewhere. He looks down the aisle and spots the only other occupant besides him and the more-than-bored clerk behind the counter. 

     This person has their hood up, as if they’re trying to hide something. Madara smiles to himself, then approaches them, boldly touching their shoulder as if to try and get to turn them around. 

     “Oya, I was wondering,” he starts off with, “what exactly I need in order to buy a real gun in these parts?” 

[miraclesurgeon]

—  black jack has started from scratch before. he could do it once more. 

here in spirale, it would be just as if it was the same game ( settle in, set up, get to doctoring ) but on, say, hard mode. with nothing to his name ( was his degree even valid here? ) and completely robbed of all of his supplies. he didn’t even know how the things he was given worked, and in all honesty was a little reluctant to try and familiarize himself with it all right now. it was all just a bit too overwhelming. 

he’s got a reputation to - sigh - start building again, and what better way to gain one for being a back alley doctor than, uh... hanging around in back alleys? anywhere that was shady? yeah, something like that. 

( maybe he’d even find some cheap equipment, if he was lucky. though he doubted it. )

— but, well, looking shady in shady places was something black jack was used to. what he wasn’t quite used to was doing so with what felt like dangerous eyes on him. from above ... ?

“ i’m not busy or anything, ” he said bluntly, though still not turning to look. “ do you need something? ” 

@anglerfishnabe​

[feroxtigris]

If there’s nothing to fight, then Threo doesn’t really care. It seems like the city’s in a little bit more of a panic than usual, but it doesn’t matter to her. Her whole thing is being strong, so if there’s nothing to chop, kill, or eat, then someone else can handle it. Maybe Siete. Definitely not her.

The problem came when her favorite food stall hadn’t been opened. Threo spent a few minutes standing around, shouting for the owner, but eventually she knew she had to give up. Unfortunately, her second favorite place to eat was also closed, as was the third. Now it was her problem.

As Threo trots through the city streets, she presses her hand to her chin. “Alright, who do I have to fight in order to get it all fixed?” she murmurs to herself. “I don’t really know what’s happening, so... should I just start challenging people until I find the right one? That might take a while...”

Her plan isn’t the only thing that takes time; Threo’s train of thought moves devastatingly slowly when it comes to actual thinking, and her pondering takes her down several streets before she finally turns around.

“I know you’re there!” she shouts. “I don’t like being followed, you know!”

It isn’t the first time someone’s tried to track Threo, and she doesn’t appreciate it. Maybe she can start her investigation by destroying whoever’s trailing her.

“Come out!” she calls, gripping her axe. “Or else I’ll come to you!”

@anglerfishnabe​

[sterrenlied]

🎶 | @ANGLERFISHNABE // STARTER CALL

✧*:･ﾟ| THE Star Trail; somewhat of a misleading name in his humble opinion,, though it is not a name he chooses complain about. Why should he? The island will ALWAYS move of its own volition, regardless of what he says or does. Such is how he's come to accept the going ons. He could never be TRULY satisfied without answers, but the location offered places where he could consume his raw herring, stroopwafels, and gouda cheese without a SINGLE fuss.

YET, while there's a preference for his own cuisine, he enjoys glancing at the other meals provided from other countries, nay, WORLDS. But, it is a very traditional ( positively ancient looking ) Japanese restaurant -- little more than a hole in the wall -- that grabs his ATTENTION. ❝Mm?❞ He knows Japanese food well enough, but the dish another man eats is absolutely STRANGE, even for him. ❝すみません。❞ Excuse me, he asks. ❝What is that you're eating?❞

[gracefieldorphan]

@anglerfishnabe

This child always seems to be in a rush. Even now, she’s running at full speeds, carrying what seems to be... A bucket of water.

... Was she washing her clothes in that? Either way, she clearly hadn’t been paying attention to what was in front of her, and... Crashed into a stranger.

The water in her bucket flew everywhere, even onto the stranger. Emma realized she messed up big time.

“I-I-I-I-I’m sorry, mister...! I didn’t mean to..! Um... Let me get you a towel! But... I don’t have any towels. You won’t catch a cold like this, will you? If you did, I’d feel really bad!”

[ryuujiin]

@anglerfishnabe​

“That’s disgusting.”

Ryuu walks into the near empty cafe, rudely brushing snow off his hoodie and onto the floor. It’s perfectly white... Definitely not muddy or gross by any means.

... It seems that most other people were playing and enjoying the snow despite the cold weather. Something Ryuu couldn’t relate to.

“Hoh?” His attention turns to Ogata. “Another hater of the winter? Awesome. We should go beat the fuck out of Santa together. Bring your bigass gun, we’re going shopping.”

[thefinitewitch]

@anglerfishnabe

“Hm...? Oh, my.”

A strange looking woman suddenly approached Ogata from behind, gently tapping him on the shoulder. Her appearance was odd, but her smile was kind anyways.

“What an amazing rifle. Although, are you sure it’s safe to carry it out in the open like that? Someone may cause a fuss if they see it, you know.”