#croceaxmors

[rojoses]

         truthfully, it’s taken and will continue to take a few weeks to ever grow accustomed to this new place. even with the presence of most of her teammates, this could never become a home. despite having traveled to beacon from patch and finding a second home there, this place... ruby’s not sure what to make of it. people seemed friendly at first but... it just, everything was too different for her liking. confusion is all that muddles her mind, and she’s not doubt not the ONLY one. 

         in the cookie isle of one of the local mini marts, ruby rose was trying her best to make a grim situation better. and what else better to replace a miserable longing to see her friends again and continue on their arduous mission to atlas? nothing, it had to be cookies. chewy, chunky, fudge and chocolate chip -- her body sways just thinking about the flavors and textures in her mouth. she almost wanted to rip open the packages to eat them right here and right now. but a huntress had to learn to control herself; she should save it for when the crumbs could fall onto a safe cape on her lap -- when she was in the comfort of her new room. 

         with the most innocent grin plastered on her features, she almost doesn’t recognize the person down the isle. a tall blonde donning his favorite pumpkin pete hoodie! ❛ jaune! jaune !! ❜ shifting the boxes upon boxes of cookies into one arm, she waves vigorously at the other. perhaps her yelling wasn’t loud enough or something, but -- eyeing the shopping cart in front of her, she quickly dumps all the boxes inside. oh no.. oh yes! cold hands grip tightly on the handle of the cart as a boot pulls backwards, revving up the temporary vehicle. a smirk flashes before she kicks off, hopping onto the bottom ledge of the cart, sending her soaring full speed towards the other. 

         ❛ heads uuuupp !!!! ❜ / @croceaxmors

[sembless]

       NOW REALLY ISN’T THE TIME to be messing around, he knows. he shouldn’t be so laidback at a time like this, certainly not to the extent that he can play games, but it was difficult to pass up the opportunity when he stumbled upon the arcade in his district with nothing better to do. it’s not that he isn’t taking his situation seriously, but that there’s nothing that can be done presently. information gathering is a bust and he has no means of leaving the city -- especially until he can guarantee that should he face anything abnormal, he could take it on. it’s better to stay cautious until he learned what it was he was up against. even mercury black knows when to not pick a fight.

on the contrary, it also means he knows exactly when to pick a fight -- when it would be fun for him.

he’s on a winning streak, and growing bored of this particular game. he tears his eyes away from the screen, lifts himself up, and readies to move onto the next, when he spots something -- or rather someone, very interesting across the street, clad in a familiar hoodie, but he can’t be sure it’s him. the blond was such an average looking person that he could easily be mistaking someone else for him, but he just has to check.

he’s walking out of the arcade before he knows it, squinting as the sunlight meets his eyes, but upon further inspection, he can absolutely confirm that it is that same kid from beacon. he can’t remember his name, but he remembers that dopey looking face, how eagerly he had charged into battle -- and the armor on his shield belonging to a certain miss ‘invincible.’

he can’t resist tailing him until they’re in a more secluded area, a far more desolate street away from the prying eyes of bystanders. if this guy was still as angry as he remembers him being with cinder, he imagines he’ll want to exact revenge on him too.

❝ y’know, i almost didn’t recognize you. you’re kinda the plain one of your group, aren’t you? you should do something to make yourself stand out.

             speaking of not standing out, what was your name again? josh or something, right? sorry, can’t remember for the life of me. ❞

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[solarhearted]

“ oh hey vo - - “

don’t say vomit boy, don’t say vomit boy.

   “ ... jaune! jaune arc. man of the hour. “ she sends a rough pat to his back and grins, it’s good to see another blond around these parts “ i’m sure you don’t wanna’ play 20 questions with me but like, how’s it been? what’re you up to? seen anyone else? “ and so she waits expectantly as she’s sure shooting jaune with so much at once is bound to leave him a little frazzled, but he’s a big boy he can handle it.

@croceaxmors

[heroicrow]

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After his meeting with Akira, and after the island in the sky disappeared, Akechi found himself at a loss. What was he supposed to do now?

He had no goal. There was nothing for him to look forward to. He was here on borrowed time. Everything he’d done had been--

“Ngh.”

He wipes the thought from his mind, burying his face into his pillow and quietly groaning instead.

This is basically where he’s been for at least a week. Hiding in his room. Sleeping. A lot.

It’s not like him at all. Usually he’s able to pull himself back up from anything if only to force himself to exist. But, then again, usually the situation isn’t quite as pathetic as this. Usually there’s something he’s trying to do, or something he’s trying to prove. He’d do anything to accomplish a goal or get what he wants. He’d suffer through unbearable trials and stand back up if it let him reach an end.

But there is no end here. There is nothing to prove and nothing to do.

It’s probably the sheer stagnant nature of everything that contributes the most to his lethargy. The detective is used to being extremely busy, always having something to do, always rushing somewhere, always balancing a number of tasks. It helped keep his mind occupied, it helped him stay distracted from all of the wayward thoughts that could plague him. But, suddenly, there was nothing. Suddenly he was in a new place straddled with new information that made his idle mind hell.

He should force himself to eat. He knows he should. He’s lost track of the last time he did.

So, reluctantly, he forces himself to his feet. He opens the door to his room. And he--

Fuck.

There’s a blonde guy in the living room, now staring at him, seemingly startled out of whatever he’d been doing. Right. Akechi had agreed to be part of the pairing project thing for the perks. When did he get a roommate?

For a moment, he stands there, frozen. It’s an awkward, inelegant stare-off. It takes him too long to process. It takes him too long to throw off the funk. And, most importantly, it takes him too long to realize that he looks like a mess.

When he does, he backs back into his room and closes the door without a word.

It takes a number of minutes before he re-emerges, but when he does he’s much more put together. An apologetic smile highlights his features.

“Ahaha, I apologize for that. I didn’t expect anyone else to be here.” he begins, pretending he isn’t dying inside from embarrassment. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, though. My name’s Goro Akechi. I hope we get along.”