#battler 01

[for-hope]

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“Did somebody say two opposing forces clashing for the sake of...”

There’s a hole in this world. Lots of them, actually. And on the very edge of one of them sits a young man with a crazy mop of white hair, legs crossed over the newest chasm with its huge wires sparking below. The storms covering Archimedes ward whip wildly around him, but he sits there, a grin on his face, as if he’s somehow in the eye of it.

Lightning flashes, and through the dark steps a man walking with the confidence of a hero, decked out in a cape and the determined expression Komaeda always used to imagine on the faces of heroes in the books he read. 

He brings his hands together, the clapping lost entirely to the sound of the storm. His metal hand, for all its technical advancements, feels cold against his real fingers. 

“Ah, have you come to save the city?” He says, his eyes teetering on the edge between perfectly pleasant joy and mania, “How wonderful!” as if on cue, lightning strikes a tree not too far off, which bursts into flame. Thunder claps. Oh, its starting to hail. 

[lxfemmerouge]

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It should be an easy job.

From the moment Carmen heard about the Ushiromiya fortune, she knew she had to get her hands on it. One person on the island with that much wealth and gold? It’s at least worth investigating; she knows a lot of charities that could use that kind of money.

Posing as a member of the staff is the easy part-- actually investigating the manor will be a bit harder. She knows she’s in an area that’s probably off-limits to staff, but what she hadn’t expected was to run into Battler himself.

“...!”

She ducks around a corner, holding her breath and clutching her serving plate to her chest. Maybe he didn’t spot her...?

[greenishmoon]

@ingoldentent​

Though novel at first, the reality of being contained in such a mundane vessels was nearing the end of its charm. Seeing things in only three dimensions was just... Boring. She wasn’t ready to complain, being here in this state was still infinity better than being in that terribly unfortunate circumstance she’d been in prior. 

And the goal in this city wasn’t necessarily even to regain her full self here. Ideally it would be to clean any information possible that could help free her. They had pulled a splinter of her here, so it was undeniably possible despite how it should have been the very opposite. 

Granted she could change herself in subtle ways for small stretches of time to get closer to the real experience of reality. But she missed the flow of time, she missed the winds. So many wasted dimensions... In her brief glimpses she had seen certain winds blow both to and from one place in particular in this city, and currently she stood outside the gates of its grounds.

The Howler in the Dark struck a very thoughtful pose as she look at the mansion’s splendour, one arm under her chest and the other holding her chin. At a glittering light her crimson eyes shifted to the side, and one eyebrow raised. 

“Well, hello there.”

A hand was raised, and though it was purely for aesthetics that hand glowed a similar golden hue, raining a brief dust in an attempt to entice the creature to land on a finger. Should it choose to she would only lean closer, tilting her head to take a better look. 

“Aren’t you p͡ret͜ty̨~”

[boundlesshsentity]

@ingoldentent

It felt kind of weird for Mumei to be still adjusting to a part of his memories coming back in the middle of a city that took him away almost six months ago, that and a lot of them weren't 'good'. He found himself humming while looking at the notebook filled with notes: timelines by-gone with more dead ends than he was comfortable looking at. Though, even with the knowledge that they've had more bad endings than good just gave him the incentive to break this loop once and for all.

The only problem was the fact that they were severely underpowered with the lack of a Pillar.

"I wish there was someone here who had more knowledge about these kinds of things...I can't really rely on myself because my Role will always make sure that I lose my memories when a loop happens and Lil' Salomon can only be in 'this' timeline." A small groan came from Mumei's mouth, the Dragonborn getting rather frustrated.

[animuras]

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He’d come to the beach entirely for the aesthetic, the pre-dawn dark, the fog, the cold, the vast emptiness, the Jungian symbol of the subconscious, the fact that maybe if he threw his phone in there he’d be able to get through the day without seeing the date at the top of the screen. But then he’d remembered his gacha streaks and the idea of getting through the day without distractions and reconsidered. 

Laughter rang out through the dark of the beach. Usually, it’d be his own, but not this kind. Genuinely jovial and warm. A figure stepped out of the mist, outfit totally mismatched to the dorky smile on his face as he looked down at his own phone. Ew, just that made Furuta consider again tossing his own into the waves.

“It’s far too early to be making that kind of noise.” He said. “Or late, depending on how you count it.” He shrugged. He’d check the time, exactly but... would it have been so hard for them to come up with literally any other calendar system for this place? 

He pressed the Groucho Marx party glasses up his nose. Yes, he’d found a pair here and was absolutely wearing them. He hated everything about this day, which was exactly why he’s wearing those stupid things. That’s the joke. And he’s always telling jokes.

“But seriously, you’re kind of ruining the vibe.” The vibe being abject self-loathing and spooky aesthetics. And Party glasses, apparently. “Your outfit can stay though.” What kind of actor would say no to a cape? It’d look great with these glasses.

[suboceansong]

@ingoldentent

False advertising, that’s what it was. If you said one thing and tried to market that, it made no difference in her mind if you said something somewhere else. She understood it yes, but understanding it didn’t make it any easier to digest. In fact, that was exactly the problem.

“Yes, I know it’s not all you can eat. Despite what is said outside I’m just asking you to bring me what you deem an acceptable amount.”

Again; she got it. But that comprehension didn’t make her any less hungry. And by the gods was she hungry. It was ever present, a constant gnawing that never left her. But despite how powerful that yearning was she knew for her own benefit- as well as to those around her- that she could keep it under wraps. Most of the time. 

Yet how it made every minor grievance seem oh so more irritating. She considered herself patient by the standards of her kind, yet everyone had her limits. At least the server she spoke to was calm for the most part, it was a constant sort of bizarre novelty how few here were even phased by her appearance, yet alone afraid. Yet one thing she’d noticed was her size alone could be worrisome in establishments that specialised in food. 

She didn’t even want to eat everything here! This wasn’t the first time she’d visited nor was it the only such place she’d go to in one day, despite them all being built on a bedrock of lies. The kraken sighed audibly as she was finally left alone, yet in her irritation many of her tentacles had started coiling around basically everything in the vicinity. Chairs, tables, furnishing, a person.

Ah, whoops. She turned to look down at the young man who owned the ankle one of her wandering limbs had found. She retracted it immediately, as well as the rest that had been creeping around.

“Oh. Hello, I do apologise. I didn’t mean anything by that, I didn’t realise you were there.”

[requiemsfighter]

@ingoldentent

"Halloween, Halloween, so excited for Halloween~" Joey hummed happily as he adjusted the sleeveless jacket and hat with a smile. This was always the best time of the year in his opinion and with the adjustment of getting used to last time, he was ready to go all out.

Twirling a bit, he held the bag full of candies and snacks with a grin.

"Just can't wait, have some fun- once a year and spooks and runs~" Stopping a bit, violet-blue eyes looked up and saw a familiar white jacket.

"Oh, Battler!"

[ribcagebullets]

@ingoldentent  -  subversion pt 1

He always found returning to this library; as out-of-the-way it may be. It was familiar; it’d been akin to a second home for him, during his youth. While his father was hard at work in the lab, he’d always spend his afternoons here; spending hours in his own company. It calmed him, no matter his mood.

Of course, that wasn’t the case for everyone; as proven by the college-age boy, surrounded by textbooks, who just faceplanted into the table. Kiritsugu couldn’t help but laugh warmly; the poor kid!

“You look like you’re enjoying yourself.” He joked. “What are you studying, then?”