#asriel 01

[katxuki-blog]

@pacifstgoat

It was rude to stare, he knew that, but he just couldn’t help it. The creature before him, well… considering the chaos currently taking place in the city, he couldn’t tell if it… was supposed to be here or… not.

However, whatever it was, it didn’t seem harmful… in fact, one of the more gentle beings he had encountered during his short time in the city. Honestly, he had just got here, what more could go wrong… actually, better not jinx it.

He stiffened; the being was now making eye contact with him and all he could do was offer a rather awkward smile along with a little wave of acknowledgement. “I’m very sorry for staring…” He said as an explanation. “It’s just… this place is… well…” He trailed out. Was he over being surprised? Probably, for like five minutes until something else happened.

He needed to lie down for a while.

[whyamisweaty]

    Dipper’s first reaction, of course, is to run and hide. That’s all that really could be done, unless he wanted to be turned into stone or melted to only bone or worse. So he slips back into the narrowest alleyway he can find, only to bump into a cowering, hairy little kid, who was pretty startled by Dipper’s presence, by the looks of things. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry– did Bill turn you into a goat...?”

@pacifstgoat

[taeniamemoriae-blog1]

@pacifstgoat

He seemed lost. That was all Madoka could think, as she looked at the goat-like child. A party like this could definitely be scary for a child, particularly one who wasn’t accustomed to such things... Which is why she decided to make her way towards him, long white dress flowing about her as she goes.

“Hey there! I’m Kaname Madoka, what’s your name?”

[bibliothecariusironicus-blog]

@pacifstgoat

Albireo frowns slightly, as he catches sight of what appears to be a child roaming the streets. Not a human child, either, but a beastperson... Much like existed back on Mundus Magicus. Were they one that had been pulled from there, then? Or were they an inhabitant or some other world... Or, just maybe, one of the people who had been here all along?

There was nothing he could do but go ask, in the end.

His long, white cloak sweeps along the ground as he approaches, hands held together in the voluminous sleeves as he stops and smiles down at the small goat-child.

“Excuse my intrusion, but- Are you from a world called Mundus Magicus? And, more importantly, would the name Nagi Springfield mean anything to you?”

[gailardios-blog]

@pacifstgoat

The battles over the past few weeks may be over, but Guy is damn well still feeling the aftermath

His arm is still giving him hell, unfortunately. He’s been trying to be diligent about changing his bandages and keeping his wounds clean, but the strain it’s been under these past few days while trying to heal has... probably not helped his recovery.

(It makes him wonder, too, about the effect of the effects of the curse slot burned into his arm. Much of the mark has been torn away with the skin shredded there, but he can feel that it’s not gone. Who knows what the hell kind of effect it might or might not be having?)

As if to remind him the wound is there, he feels a twinge of pain again and winces, clutching at his shoulder. Maybe he should look in to seeing a doctor about this.