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"Do--Do you need a minute? I got all the time, don't worry." Indigo says with a wave of their hand. "That was a nasty fall, probably embarrassing too, but hey. I ain't gonna laugh. Just lay there and think about what just happened, yeah?" Walking over, the tatted person kneels down to a knee and hums, "Did you break anything?"

[hanabisays]

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Kugisaki gasps when she comes bumping into someone else hard. It’s not so much that she bumped into a red head, but more so of the fact her SWEET delicious milk tea splashed ALL over her,

“GAH, you GOTTA be kidding me!” She screeches in annoyance. maaaaaaaaaaaan, now she’s going to have to go get another one!

[occultacarne]

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It’s that sick, sick feeling again. That very same feeling when he first got here, and that same feeling he got when what happened in the underground happened. He clutches at his chest, attempting to claw at the heart that aches. He can’t breathe once more. He tries to breathe, only to be grasping for air. 

It’s when he hears a sudden noise though that he leaps around in that direction and faces the incoming enemy (?) and releases an animalistic screech. Much like a sound a monkey would make in warning. 

Don’t come any closer. 

He may not speak the words right this moment, but EVERY inch of his body from head to tail is screaming in fear. 

What has set him off?

[vexxcore]

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[gambling wasn't exactly shiroki's forte, but after a while of the same old same old, you get bored. you get tired. the new starts to sound like a very good idea, no matter how much you didn't feel up to it before.]

[he'd happened upon a casino, flashy, bright and loud and beckoning to those who found themselves bit by the desire for a 777. the rumble in a mans ears to just try, maybe you'll win big, maybe you'll be the lucky few, was prominent here, grabbing him by the shoulders and rattling him to the core to try. what if, you know, what if you make it? and though shiroki had no care for the monetary realm, he couldn't help but wonder.]

[he let his curiosity get the better of him. seating himself at a machine, beckoning with curled hand.]

[it was rather... uneventful, really. suppose curiosity getting the better of him here wasn't the worst thing in the world - this wasn't something he thought he'd get pulled into in the first place, so it didn't really hurt. and he had more than enough money to risk a bit of it here with little consequence-]

[...hm. what's going on here?]

[out of the corner of his eye, quick and easy to miss, he spotted an unfamiliar form slip down a hall barred from patron entry. and by the looks of it, he wasn't supposed to be in there.]

[considering his curiosity piqued anew, the moth rises from his seat, making an equal silent slide into the hall to take a glance at what was up.]

[bossrocket]

@baddestdangerboy​​ || ISOLA STARTER CALL!

This city is doing something right. Blurr’s been poking around a few of the events and vendor stalls that seem to litter every corner of Spirale, and while he’s enjoyed most of them, he’s particularly enjoying himself at this specific store.

Chocolate isn’t something he’s ever had before-- he doubts he’d be able to process it very well-- but the idea of disguising something that most patrons would find edible as everyday inedible objects is simply delightful.

He’s watched a few humanoids chitter with excitement after biting into the chocolatey armrest of a chair, and a few others leave after gnawing a little too hard at a decidedly inedible metal picture frame. He’s tried a few objects himself, too, but the effect is somewhat lost when the taste of the chocolate is as unappetizing to him as that of the curtains or the wrought-iron coat-rack.

Still, it’s fun to observe, and Blurr settles back to watch a new arrival who seems to be heading for the same picture frame that’s sent so many other organics home. The stranger appears human, young, and a little bruised up-- in short, he looks as though he could use a nice treat instead of an immediate trip to the dentist.

Blurr taps his fingers rapidly against his leg, then takes a small step forward, waving to get the newcomer’s attention.

“Wait! I know the whole point of this activity istoguessanddeterminethematerialstructureofobjectsherethroughtasteandphysicalexplorationandthatmegivinganyhintswoulddefeatthatpurpose however! I would recommend avoidingthatparticularobject as it seems especially dangerous and painful to those who’ve tried it!”

“You don’t need to thank me.” But at least now the human won’t have to leave as soon as he’s arrived.

[decomposeyourself]

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Making pacts with the devil takes far less pomp and circumstance than they had suspected. It had been a simple affair, done on a couch with their hair wrapped up in a stolen towel. No speaking, no ceremony, nothing but the thought that they could and would be so much more with just a bit of cooperation. Merely the thought (more a carefully woven how they’d do it) had granted them their abilities back, and Amalie, both overjoyed and overwhelmed, had spent the rest of the night in a feverish state of shivering, slipping out just before daylight to stalk the streets. 

The air clear and cool, Amalie revels in birdsong as they make their way towards the opening in the earth nearest them, sticking to the shadows and slowly letting themselves change, rotting the things beneath their feet and funneling them into a new face. 

They stretch out, longer and blonder, with fine hair and brown eyes. The freckled skin stays the same, though Amalie makes a point to lose the malice that could be perceived from their energy. They probably look odd, with no fingerprints and an sort of way of standing. Their bag of poisons has been hidden on their person, a sedative in their sleeve. Lingering just out of sight, they rest a hand on the gas mask at their hip. It’s heavier, with a different haunt to it than what they usually do. 

Someone comes along, and Amalie draws up a sigh. 

“What are you doing?” Their voice rasps and pulls at nothing. “Thinking about playing the hero?” 

[mushrooomking]

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“Yeah, so I’m in line at this place, and these two people literally just, start a fuckin’ fight in line. It wasn’t even about anything there apparently the guy in the front just recognized him as the guy who was an ass to him like four days ago at some bar and then there was all this yelling.” Lazarus pauses in their ranting to take a breath, arms thrown wide in exasperation. 

Shaking their head, a few pieces of hair fall loose from their face, picking up a hint of fallen red eye shadow in the ends. 

“Just like, what the fuck is wrong with people? I don’t mean to like, go off to a stranger but some of the vibes here are atrocious.” 

[acaciacollector]

Dumb of him. Should’ve been more careful, but he got cocky. Time’s all messed up here- he had it down to a science back in Yoshiwara, but he doesn’t know the hours in this place. Hell, he barely knows the city at all, so he’s really gotten lucky here.

As the sun rises, it sends Gyuutarou scurrying into what looks like an abandoned building, something with covered windows and only one way in or out. A place he can hole up in until night falls again. A place with only one way in or out, so he can keep an eye on it. Just has to wait a few hours. Easy.

Easy until he hears the door open.

Someone walks in, much to Gyuutarou’s displeasure. There’s no reason for anyone to come in here, right? No reason anyone would be looking for him, right? He waits until the man is fully in the first room before darting out of the shadows and slamming the door shut.

“Aren’t you forgetting something, man? You’re supposed to announce yourself first. Don’t tell me you don’t know that.”

He scratches at his shoulder, still blocking the exit. “And then you close the door behind you. Even I know that. You raised in a barn or something, man?”

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