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I don’t normally post sketch WIPs that I don’t plan on making digital, but have some Younger Chamyle in her early days of being The Sealed Archivist and taking on The Horrors before meeting someone who will be a lasting ally and friend.
Said Horrors are censored for heavy gore; if you want that version come to me privately.
“You know... It’s funny, I’ve lost touch with so many people that I still think about daily, but... I can’t reach out to them, again. It’s far too terrifying....”
“...I’m an utter fool, aren’t I?”
Muse Maker Time
🔴 @noirnul liked the thing 🖤🟣
“If you’re looking for trouble I strongly reccomend against it.”
She’d absolutely noticed the figure eyeing her and her robotic daughter. Cam absolutely knew Yokohama at this point, as well, it was crawling with mafia and detectives that... she didn’t know if she knew anymore. At least this was a chance to find out; especially since she could have swore she knew that face in the shadows.
“Hon... Come sit behind me.”
“Mom? Are you okay?”
She’s come out of hiding solely to squint at a certain old friend of hers.
♌ Planned Starter for @protectheweak 🖤
“...Regulus?”
Well this was a face the security guard hadn’t seen in a while. Chamyle had just gotten on her lunch break, when she’d heard someone approaching. Lo and behold, it was the kid, himself.
“It’s certainly been a while. Was there something you needed, or are you just here on buisness?”
🎼 “It started out as a feeling, which then grew into a hope. Which then turned into a quiet thought, which then turned into a quiet word; and then that word grew louder and louder 'til it was a battle cry. I'll come back when you call me. No need to say goodbye...”
Chamyle’s out on her own again. Mumbling a song under her breath as she walks on her way. How fitting that her birthday was a time for reminicing, huh?
“Hope has been awefully excitable, today. It’s not the 30th alrady, is it?”
