#blackjacketmuses

[multiplanetarysystem]

@blackjacketmuses

It was one thing reading about qliphoth trees. It was another seeing the aftermath of one in person. Solange’s heart ached for the survivors, the ones that lost someone to the tree especially. But some of those survivors pointed her to who likely brought the tree down; ‘Devil May Cry’. They were based out of Gainsmouth, so she was informed, and so she went looking.

Walking into the shop once she found it was...something else. She wrinkled her nose, crossing her arms. It was louder than when Coronis listened to Hamilton. And the man at the desk made her frown; his coloring and the feeling of Otherness that she’d only felt from one other person reminded her of a man she did not need to be reminded of. Not in that moment.

“Excuse me. I’d like to speak to the proprietor of this agency. Regarding the incident in Red Grave a bit back.” She was very glad she’d left her familiars to perch on top of the building outside.

[ashadowatthefork]

@blackjacketmuses "Ardyn!" The small shadow-touched practically bounced when she saw him. Her voice was still almost eerily quiet, but there was an energy to it that was rarely there. "I was introduced to the most amazing place called Costa del Sol! And got to go to the beach for the first time!"

[multiplanetarysystem]

Prompto was generally someone who could go with the flow. Generally. However some things just made it very hard to be his normally cheery self.

Number one was waking up in what was very reminiscent of an Niflheim base. That had him on edge, but at least the people in the base were...actually people. Who looked very tired and eyed him warily before pointing him in the direction of the nearest settlement.

Number two was the fact the sky was pink and it looked and felt like something was in the air making it very heavy in an uncomfortable way. Nothing poisonous or making it hard to breath just...like a very humid day without the actual humidity?

Number three was the obvious lack of modernity outside of the strange base. Especially once he got to the settlement [after nearly being eaten by more than one monster...that was nervewracking]. “...I have got to be having a nightmare.”

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[fidelissimum-a]

His hands fidget, even as he tells one of them to raise and knock on the door that he’s found himself in front of. Truth be told, he’s been here before—more than once—but each time found him giving out to nerves and worry and the only result was a wasted day and a sick feeling in his stomach Guilt. He has a lot of that, lately. Ever since he finally tracked down his partner ( former partner, he tries to remind himself ) and failed to make even the smallest amount of contact.

Is he scared? Does he fear rejection or violence? He doesn’t anticipate a happy reunion although he knows that he’ll certainly feel more comfortable being in Sebastian’s presence once more. But can he say the same for the retired detective? Sebastian is prone to angry outbursts—it’s how he works through his emotions. Joseph understands that, but still he fears there won’t be relief after the trauma. What if there’s only rejection?

He’s not sure how he’ll move forward is Sebastian wants nothing to do with him.

But he’s not really moving forward now, either. He’s stuck, waiting for a resolution to this internal crisis he’s facing. And the only way to answer that question is to ask it. The only way to get some sense of normalcy back into his life is…

And he knocks. It has to be sudden. If he thinks about it, he’ll just give out again. His chest feels tight and his stomach turns in place. He immediately wonders—did he hear? Will he answer? He should be home.

He’s holding his breath, but he doesn’t quite realize it. He feels paralyzed—as if his world stops as long as that door remains shut. This is it.

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[oculare]

strangefellows replied to your post: "Fuck your art school bullshit, your tacky suit,...

[ @blackjacketmuses​, sebastian] “I’m not looking to be creative, I’m just telling it like it is.”

“Of course. Not very well, that is.”

[crimeperfected]

@blackjacketmuses / starter call

He unceremoniously drops the stack of books on the desk beside Poe, moving to lean against the surface. “So! This is... not everything I have, but it’s everything exciting and notable that I have,” he says quickly and excitedly, feeling slightly winded from carrying so many books.

“The rest were all... you know.” His tone is dismissive, the meaning augmented by a wave of his hand off to his side. Unimportant. Trivial. Lesser. Any number of words could fill in the gap.