#behindthemagdalacurtain

[vampirium-blog]

inevitable coincidence;;

behindthemagdalacurtain

It was rare for him to use a public transport but since he did not own a car or anything else in this city, he was left with no other choice but to do so. Not that it was awful or he finds it completely inconvenient. Trying out things were always fine from time to time. It boosted chances of him quickly adapting to the new environment as well as gathering more significant information he needed. The train station, surprisingly, wasn't all that crowded and it was rather peaceful inside the trains, considering how very few the people inside are.

With a newspaper in hand did he view the happenings around the city. The moment he woke up wasn't entirely pleasant and worth describing so he focused himself on the columns, skimming through the war and how a local man and woman ruined everything. It seems many lives were taken and most have lost their belongings. The king would care about it all if he was there during the beginning. It seems it's better to not associate himself with the city's public figures, unless they've decided to approach him on their own accord of course which he doubts would ever happen.

He didn't have his monstrous abilities. The only thing that defines him as inhuman is his capability to regenerate. A gaze was directed at the male sitting alongside him, probably drifting in his own thoughts. Kaname decided to spark a conversation in hopes that he'd get something out of the other and if not, it was still a nice thing to at least be friendly. Lowering his hand, he tilted his head to face the other and ask. "Excuse me, sir," his voice so low. "Do you mind answering a few questions I have? I just arrived here, you see."

[duc-de-rosanne-blog]

✯ PLATONIC... TO BE QUITE HONEST they would share pick up lines

Oh-ho! A fellow connoisseur of the art of wooing! Virion is intrigued. Perhaps we have much to learn from one another...

[cursedeye-archive]

safe ❖ cross

          Find Cross. At all costs, he must find his Master. Surely, the older man could take care of himself, but there was this sinking feeling which Allen couldn't shake from his thoughts. While the chance was slim, there was always the 'What ifs' of a situation. While he had his innocence, he wasn't aware if Cross was in possession of his. It could prove to be troublesome if he wasn't equipped with a weapon. 

          What Sector was he in now? 001? He hadn't even been paying attention. He'd practically sped through the streets, walking. Taking any sort of transportation was probably dangerous right now. Street lights blinked on and off and regular inhabitants of the city walked past him as if nothing was happening, as if nothing urgent was going on. And before he had time to act, all of the lights along the streets shut off. It was dark and he could barely see his own hands in front of him. This was bad. Soon Allen's speedy walking turned into full out running. He had no idea where Cross could be, but he'd find him.

           He was determined to find him.

          ❝ MAAAAAAAAAAAAAASTER! ❞ he calls as he's running. Hopefully the sound of his voice would reach the one he was looking for. He had to get him out of here, somewhere safe. ❝ RUN TO MY VOICE IF YOU CAN HEAR IT! ❞

behindthemagdalacurtain

[the-dawnking]

♚ ;

behindthemagdalacurtain

Ruby hues had watched the other from distance,lips tugging to a grin."Hmm.." Gaius had his arms folded across his chest, the stench of alcohol polluting the small bar. The ginger caught  his attention , more importantly; the mask he wore. Hive was still refresh for the king, knowing nothing of the cultural or the people that populated it , but all he knew was the enemies whom trapped the man from his home, people, and power.

Gaius would soon approach the man who sat alone at the bar table, drink in hand as he looked surprisingly bored. "Mind if I sit here?" He pulled the stool from under the table and proceeded to sit regardless if he said yes or no.No one knew the king was a king so the treatment he received was just like everyone else. Refreshing it was to be undercover - sort of. "A popular spot is it not?" He'd try to start a conversation awkward as it may be.

[cursedeye-archive]

pulling the triggers. ❖ cross

         In truth, if he could avoid meeting with any of his previous affiliations, it'd make his life a whole lot easier and better here. But it seems to be impossible, because a certain bookman refuses to leave him alone and without his sword-wielding companion, he's a little lost. It's been over three months now since he's gotten dropped here and he's not went out much, In fact, he avoids it. You'd think he was antisocial from holing himself up in his apartment so much, but he's nothing of the sort. Allen Walker is a kind young man, who is unfortunately been met with cruel circumstances and an even crueler past behind him. It doesn't make it easy to interact with others and he'd rather not deal with accidentally hurting someone because of it.

         But to say that he didn't miss the interact between loved ones would be a lie. It's just that he had no way of going about it, no way to start a conversation, no way to place himself in the middle of anything. And yet here he finds himself thinking of someone who'd been gone for a long time. Dull eyes stared at nothing in particular and in them nothing was reflected. He was looking, but not really. He'd taken to sitting on a bench in front of his apartment complex these days, just to find some peace. It wasn't healthy to always be inside, after all and the people who passed never bothered him, so it was perfect.

         If one were to look at him, they'd say he looked broken. He sighs to himself, thinking that he should go back inside soon, that is until someone plops down right next to him. A much older male, from what he could tell. The elongated sigh they gave was enough to tell him so. If he were his old self, he might've started up a conversation and even helped the gentleman, but he couldn't find it in himself to muster up his usually cheerful tone. Though he does offer a quick glance to see what he looks like and much to his surprise, it's someone he's very familiar with.

         Eyes widen and he sits up straight. Was he hallucinating? It absolutely couldn't be.

         Cross Marian had once again found his way to the young exorcist and yet Allen could do nothing but stare in awe.

         There his master sat, paying him no mind. As if everything were completely normal, as if he hadn't been believed to be dead, as if he didn't worry his pupil to death. Eyes soften as he tries to gain the courage to speak, tears now threatened to fall. ❝ Master... ❞ 

         ❝ I thought you were dead. ❞ 

[nick-the-courier-blog]

Starter for behindthemagdalacurtain

Nick was still wandering the streets of this unfamiliar city. He knew if he was to spend any significant amount of time in this place, memorizing the street layout was critical. He wondered how many others here might be couriers.

Back in his own world, he was the only courier in Sjinn. This severe lack of competition was caused by the danger of walking outside in Sjinn, and being the only one allowed him to be fairly laid-back. That might not be an option here.

He shook his head. This wasn't the time to think about that. Right now, he should be focusing on learning more about this place.

He hadn't had any real luck yet with the citizens, but the man he was following looked promising. Long red hair and an impressive-looking coat. With any luck, this man was someone important who could help him out.

"Excuse me sir, could I have a moment of your time?"