#arrowofthesky

[liightaga]

Who's Who?

It's almost like Pit and Sora have been planning this for months. The idea was simple. To confuse and prank as many of their friends as possible. What could go wrong? Sora was only an inch shorter than his angelic friend, their hair was about the same shade of brown yet styled differently, and their eyes were almost the same shade of blue with each other, so why not? No harm no fowl, right?

Sora had helped Pit style his hair to be the perfect spiky mess that Sora knew so well. After that, Sora made sure to step out of the room and leave Pit to get dressed. He stepped into the bathroom and grabbed... a hairbrush. It wasn't his... Maybe it was Donald's? No.... Donald didn't have hair... Or maybe, it was Rue's? who knows. But Sora knows one thing and that he's using it!

The amount of brush strokes Sora had to use to tame his hair to become soft and wavy like his friend's was... way too many to count but after about fifteen minutes, Sora finished his hair and walked back to the room to see Pit's robes. He couldn't help but giggle as he grabbed them and slipped into them. He then grabbed the fake wings that he had made with Pit last week to seal the deal.

The robes were comfortable and cool surprisingly. The leather bracers and shin guards were a bit weird, but he'd make it work.

Sora then knocked. When he was given the okay to come in, he entered with a hint of nervousness on his face and a bit of blush in his cheeks.

"Hooooow do I look? Do I look like you?"

[kkryptonian]

☀️-- Going out on a beat, tracking leads and connection, interviewing, writing articles - it was something to keep him sane. Something to give him some semblance of normalcy. A taste of home even if this place was far removed from it. Familiar but distant.

At the moment, though, with his bag carefully hitched around a shoulder, that tall frame was folded in on itself and crouched slightly in one the aisles of a small convenience store. He was looking in a rather low mirror. His glasses still weren't anywhere to be found (the understanding being that they had been confiscated alongside his powers as he could, in some way, earn them back). Even if he didn't necessarily need them or the relative service they provided by obscuring his face here where nobody seemed to have heard of Superman... Clark had grown to feel rather naked without them on his face.

He was trying on a few cheap frames. At least having a backup would be nice. Maybe, if he never did get his regular set back, he could figure out how to re-engineer the face-muddling effect with these. He made a face, looking at himself.

Clark switched out for a different pair, black and somewhat square. They looked similar enough to the ones he was used to and he adjusted them slightly.

@arrowofthesky // starter call

[irezeout]

the wings are what she sees first: white, blindingly so, and soft. they look ethereal, unreal in every sense imaginable; reze immediately grows numb in every atom of her body. she feels herself seize up, shoulders tense and ready to spring into action. her hand twitches, as if wanting to reach to her neck; instead, it settles in her pocket where her knife would be, if she still had it.

it has been so long since she felt the depths of her emotions, joy and sorrows and everything in between during her stay here. with the years of excruciating training and practice, she never considers that she'd feel anything again. perhaps it would have been preferred than the goosebumps rising on her arms and the quickening ache of her heart.

fear.

it's funny. faced against a memory of her past, she would have thought sorrow would have filled her heart; even rage would have been preferable to the emptiness she feels. instead she reverts right back to the start: a doll, a void soldier, only good at killing people and fulfilling missions. a matryoshka. it disgusts her.

" -- are you a devil ? " her tone is clipped and terse as she addresses the stranger, seeing red long here instead of the brown he has. though her gaze meets his, it's distant - as if cities away. would that demon really follow her here, to the countryside far away from her beloved dog ? must she continue to mock her even here, when she's playing the role of an obedient little country mouse ? " are you working for her ? "

@arrowofthesky / uncapped starter call.

[aevummarket]

Hiya! I'd like to purchase the Cancer Claws for Pit from Kid Icarus: Uprising! The date is 4/12 and stats can be found under /stats and Emblems under /emblems. Thank you!

As though it never left your side, your CANCER CLAWS have found their way back to you, manifested at your bedside when you open your eyes.

SPECIAL ITEM UNLOCK 500 Emblems ALL Abilities and Items listed on a Muse’s application can be bought back at any time. Application unlocks are limited to two (2) abilities/items per Activity Check without exception.

ORIGINAL EMBLEM BALANCE: 800 Emblems TRANSACTION: -500 Emblems CURRENT EMBLEM BALANCE: 300 Emblems

~ 🏵️ Mod Creo

[aevummarket]

Hiya! I'd like to purchase for Pit from Kid Icarus the Poseidon Cannon! His Emblems can be found under /emblems and Stats under /stats! Thank you!

As though it never left your side, your POSEIDON CANON has found its way back to you, manifested at your bedside when you open your eyes.

SPECIAL ITEM UNLOCK 500 Emblems ALL Abilities and Items listed on a Muse’s application can be bought back at any time. Application unlocks are limited to two (2) abilities/items per Activity Check without exception.

ORIGINAL EMBLEM BALANCE: 1,100 Emblems TRANSACTION: -500 Emblems CURRENT EMBLEM BALANCE: 600 Emblems

~ 🏵️ Mod Creo

[magiccuco]

٠ ࣪⭑ Instar Labs PT.II @arrowofthesky

٠ ࣪⭑ Everything was escalating into a massive Nightmare. Machines were on every corner, shooting lasers and blaring alarms. Whoever this Collector was, it was clear to Cucumber that he was someone they needed to be careful of. Even with his best efforts, he was caught by the machines.

-----

Inside the Elytra Wing, Cucumber lay in the Starting Point. At first unconscious, the lingering effects of the sedative were still flowing through his veins. He groans a little as he gets up from the ground, rubbing the sore injection site.

He realized quickly that he wasn't in the Hyaline Wing, where the cells were typically located. Instead, he was in what looked like a massive hall with ledges and blocks. His heart began to race in his chest, his hands trembling in fear and panic setting in.

A hero shouldn't feel this scared. They shouldn't get caught and put in danger. They're supposed to be the ones who are rescuing. What kind of hero shakes like he does?

[magnusmodig]

𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐃 , after some trial and error , that there was a certain limit to the lab's reach ; an invisible barrier along the outer - most perimeter . stand along one end , or upon thor's own ship , and clouds gathered in dark swirls above the tin can of a cage swarmed by droids and drones . THE THUNDER - BRINGER MADE THE EARTH SHAKE with the crackling boom of his RAGE , for he could feel the frail winds that circled him ; he could feel the WAVES AND RAIN , sick with death .

step beyond that barrier , and the lightning - wielder was no more than a mortal man consumed by WRATH .

thor was roaming one perimeter island , prowling along the barrier for A GOOD SHOT at cleaving through a suppression tower with his strength intact .

instead , he found himself SLAMMING the blade of his axe through the small blaster - bot that shot at his winged companion . the olympian boy .

❝ be mindful of your surroundings , pit . ❞

@arrowofthesky / ( escape from instar laps s.c. )

[mischiefmodig]

Unprompted Ask \ / Always Accepting ! \ / @arrowofthesky

"Loki, sir? I uh, I wanted to thank you for that day when you saved me! Here, I made Galaktoboureko for you! So, thank you again and also see you later!"

\ / . ❝ Hm? A Greek dish. ❞ Loki mused to himself with the custard and phyllo dish in hand. The boy had scurried off in quite a hurry after he gave this to him. Although Loki knew what it was, it had been quite some time since Loki had seen one. ( not since the days of brief visits to the Olympians . ) Sweet for his taste, but... the gesture was well received anyway.

Loki couldn't help but softly exhale through his nose. He bit back the warmth that crept up behind his cheeks, turning back into the abode.

He was sure to see the winged youth another time.