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[sanguinetactics]

In the chaos ensuing of the festival still going on, Morgan found himself rather dumbfounded. More so because in the chaos of the crowds, he had gotten separated from his original path of where he was going to head to, to check out more of the festivities. Although with now such a large line of people blocking him, he stared at it with two hands full of bagged peanuts. 

“ Well.. this is going to be challenging to get through.. “ He’d mumble to himself, looking for access to try and get past this rush of people. 

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[forewarnedfate]

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          “ I guess having the spiders shoot bubblegum webbing at guests that misunderstand their pictograms would be a touch too obnoxious. ”

It would be fine if this escape room had been created to rile up detective Barawa---not that Chat Noir wouldn’t enjoy seeing strangers irritated as they tried to get the sticky substance off their clothes or skin, but programming them to make sure it wouldn’t get in anyone’s hair might be too more effort than it was worth.

          “ Oh well. ”

Talking to himself out loud wasn’t one of the phantom thief’s many habits, but he’d already taken note of Cain’s approach even while tinkering around with his robotic spiders. Not that he’d make that awareness clear just yet: it might be fun to see if there was any mischief in the Idelvan man’s heart. They were preparing for a haunted house, so spooking overly focused crewmates would be a less boring method of getting their attention.

Though, it was far more likely that the other man simply wanted to offer to help out. Cain seemed nice, but he was already proving that he had a poor habit of stretching himself thin for the sake of others. A noble and sweet gesture, but foolhardy.

[lystsyn-blog]

a cafe in cotes, in the evening, when the wind gently wanders through the streets and the sinking sun turns the sky a brilliant blend of oranges and reds. vira’s beverage (which she had so been loking forward to) sits somewhat forgotten in front of her, heat being sapped by the minute in the cooling air.

steam curls and dissipates before her eyes.

“ circumstances being what they are, a familiar face is more than welcome. i have to ask -- do you perhaps remember anything from before your... abduction? anything clear? ”

cain -- a man of the idelva kingdom. commander to former commander, she knows he’s more than looks; you’d have to be, to land a place with their crew, but her intuition is only supported by that fact, not originated by it. so she skips the formalities and the politeness and jumps straight to her point --

“ the city is nice enough, but it is an undoubtedly hostile environment, I believe. no one with pure intentions would resort to dragging others to their creation by force. of course, it is pointless to live with a constant paranoia regarding our surroundings -- but I do not think this is in phantagrande. 

rather, I do not think this is anywhere in the skies at all. so that is... disquieting, to say the least. ”

of course, while it is easy to allow it to sink into the background, deliberately directing her thoughts to the island fills her with a distinct discomfort. this same discomfort brings an abrupt halt to her sentence as she becomes aware of the unbroken musings she had just given voice to.

a pause. 

her fingers curl gingerly around the teacup and raise it to her lips once more; the silence is occupied by the clink of ceramic on ceramic and an exhale that speaks to a weight on her chest that she cannot stop thinking on. 

“ i have gone on a bit -- my apologies. well. our gilded cage aside, it is good to see you, cain. ” 

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[glassedwings-blog]

✦ —— @baguasvalor

εїз          ❝ There are times where I wish some of these fields were prettier, ❞ she muses to herself, observing a rubble-infected grassy field. her head tilts from side to side every few seconds, concocting ideas. perhaps narmaya could begin to tidy up herself, just to have a bit of work to do---as well as to keep her strength up. 

     not recognizing the passerby, she quickly exclaims to get his attention. 

            ❝ Excuse me, sir! Do you think you could aid me in clearing some of this rubble away? ❞

[twilightsepoch]

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A brief moment of her true self; dusk undiluted, that was all it took. A great swathe of dark energy lancing forth from her blades to crash along the street and the creatures amassed below. Even as she descended she found that truth wane and her power flicker. Landing a little roughly dark feathers trailed behind her as she stumbled. 

She turned to lean her back against the wall, tilting her head back as she exhaled; what a piteous state to be in; a wretched ghost of what she should be. At the very least, no one had seen her like this. 

Or so she thought. 

She lowered her head back down and opened her eyes, spotting another across the street staring right at her. Someone familiar... Through her mind flashed the names and faces of the ‘crew’ and those they’d associated with.

“Ah...”

“Cain..? You are well, I trust? I welcome another familiar face.”

(How long has he been standing there...)

[solskatti-blog]

           CHAOS  --- this whole city had become utter chaos in mere moments. Most bystanders had taken a bit too long to process what was actually being told to them, what they were actually seeing --- particularly the somewhat sluggish inhabitants of this island. It took what felt like hours for her to carve a path for the defenseless, but she was relieved to see she was far from the only one. Anyone who could take up arms seemed ready and more than willing to do so, and it made it much easier for the initial swell of panicked civilians to crash with immense relief into the closest safe zone. 

            Lyn had every intention of going back out there after she caught her breath, but when she finally took a look at their surroundings, it sucked all the air right out of her lungs. The city of Spirale has looked worse for wear from the moment she arrived, but this was on a whole new scale. Blood and varying levels of gore littered the city and its walls, thicker in areas where monsters still lay before eventually fading away. Several people were still trying to make their way to the safe zones, translucent and moving as if they were underwater --- the horror evident on their faces even from this distance. It felt as if everything was falling apart right before her eyes, and in some ways, it’s all too familiar a feeling --- all too familiar a sight. 

               ❛   This city will never really have a chance to recover at this rate, will it ?   ❜   She felt the need to muse aloud with a shaky exhale, fingers trembling ever so slightly while she adjusted the protective fingerless gloves on her palms.   ❛   I’ve never seen so much destruction in one place.   ❜

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[restrictedwonderland-blog]

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     She wouldn’t question why her sword here again, when she had been denied it upon arrival. That mutant pocket-watch that did as much to mock her as it did to protect. At the very least, it did well to cut down monster after monster, clearing as much of the path ahead of her as it could.

     As long as she restricted her emotions, she could mindlessly slaughter masses at ease. As long as she didn’t, for a second, think about the members of her group, think about this strange city, think about the brown-haired boy racing across the street--- 

     -- And thus her slip up. The single misstep that loosens her grip. The hesitation that allows the bodies of monstrous beings to pile upon her, separating weapon from hand and threatening to swallow her whole.

     For a second she wonders if that boy was still running around, or if her group members had followed her. For only a second, as it was useless to dwell on such a stupid thought. 

    Even still through the bodies Alice’s blackened hand would reach forward, unconsciously begging for aid, even if she knew it was nothing but undeserved.