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[sakyuu]

The dark hardware store stockroom was perfectly open to the moonlit commotion holding the city in a vise-like grip. Shutting the door was a much more reasonable idea for someone hiding out inside, but Dune hadn’t quite had enough of the fun yet. Like this only single opponents curiously wandered inside, and lighting them on fire took no time at all. He couldn’t tear them to pieces like this --- the makeshift flamethrower would have to work.

After a long period of no motion whatsoever, a head poked in the room. Dune couldn’t hear well enough to distinguish footsteps over the much louder crashing and screaming from places outside, but his eyes were suited enough to the dark to see that the woman wasn’t as jerky as the shamblers. He lowered the tampered-with lighter and the can of WD-40. Halfway.

“You’re human, right?” asked the boy sitting across the topmost metal shelf near and above the door. If she wasn’t possessed, he’d put them down completely. 

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[silvertintedpoison]

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Walking through the city streets, Gin would hold some curiosity to this day.  It was curious to see a celebration of life, but it was even more curious to see the faces that were out to celebrate and remember.  Call it lucky or unlucky, but the ex-captain did not have anyone in his life to really remember in such a way.  Sure, he could nitpick and say that he had a peculiar kitty cat he could remember.  If he wanted to go that far, he had two of them.  How he could remember both hellcats.  At least one wasn’t wanting to stab him repeatedly. 

One person came to view, and Gin wondered of this one.  She seemed to be some sort of officer by her attire.  In that case, it would be natural to have someone to remember if you are on the field of battle.  Whether she did or not, he didn’t know.  He wouldn’t know either unless he began to dig around.

“Heya ~ Enjoyin’ the festivities?” he would ask aloud to see if the other’s attention would be grabbed.

[yeahgen]

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(´∀｀): Do they laugh when they get nervous?

not in the field, no. the noise might alert their enemies, so the lack of control would only spell disaster. he’s very clear on this, so he winds his nerves extra taut before battles. at most he’d squeeze his hands or knit his brows or something.

in a relaxed setting, though…back home, he might do it, but it’d only be this sort of half-choked bark of laughter, and only after things have gone very, very wrong. for him.

[requiemcount-blog]

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╰(*´︶`*)╯: Do they appreciate hugs? Would they prefer to give hugs or receive hugs? What kind of hugs do they like to receive and/or give?

He actually really enjoys hugs, preferring to receive them. Affection is difficult, but he’s definitely someone who enjoys it. He prefers the kinds of hugs Kanata gives, most of all -- warm, cozy hugs, tight and encompassing.

He’d never be honest about this -- not even to his boyfriend.

[uncagedclaws-blog]

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{ ✤ } » — Laura wasn’t typically the type could simply sit and wait for something to happen. Not when she could be out seeking answers, any sort of information that might be of use to her. And it seemed as if most of the residents would agree that the city left much to be desired. Often times she would go out and walk around, sometimes just within the district, other times would bring her to Archimedes to pay visit. But on occasion, she would just walk with no destination in mind. No map, nothing but her thoughts and the road to...somewhere.

                Though she had done similarly before being brought here, admittedly, it had been much more convenient when she’d had a motorbike to travel on. But she wasn’t about to complain over having to go it on foot, either.

                She wasn’t sure how long she had been walking for, but gone were the raucous sounds of the Golden Ward, and instead Laura found herself transfixed on what she could only describe as a sea of cherry blossom trees. Never before had she ever seen such a sight. She hadn’t witnessed something so incredible since visiting the Eiffel Tower with Jubilee. If only she could share this moment with her friend, too.

                Everything about her feels so calm and relaxing. Is this how it feels to find peace? Unfortunately, Gambit isn’t here to ask right now. However, that doesn’t stop her from reaching out to touch one of the delicate flowers, allowing the moment to linger. How could somewhere like this exist within a place that otherwise gave off such an off putting air? And that’s when it occurs to her, where is this? Her hand falls back to her side as she returns to her senses. She doesn’t recognize any of this.

                A predicament, sure. But nothing she couldn’t handle, right?

                Laura takes a breath, refocusing her attention on finding anything worth noting. Perhaps something that could tell her where she had wound up. Instead, her eyes end up settling not on something, rather someone. Someone who, at a glance, almost appears as lost as she is. Maybe not physically, but...

                 “Hello?” She steps forward before she allows herself to finish her previous thought. “My name is Laura, I am sorry to disturb you. I was wondering if...you happened to know where we are? I have not seen this area of the city before.”

[isolaradiale]

Hi I think I have some time to work on my blogs, so taking off Lightning Farron (gunbladelesbian, Final Fantasy) off semi-hiatus! Thank you!

Welcome back!

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☱ : SHE APPEARS FROM A RIP IN SPACE over the other’s shoulder and, not one to take advantage of any situation in which she might garner a bit of enjoyment, begins reading along with the other woman for a few lines before she decidedly notices (accompanied by a yell) Yukari’s presence. All she does is lean on the edges of the gap, floating there with a rather tame smile on her face, for once.

<<Sorry, you just seemed so terribly interested in the content... I hope it wasn’t anything naughty. Not that I would judge you overlong for it -- there’s worse things you could be reading in public, like cheap tabloid papers.>>

[thedarksacrament-blog]

@cxmandius The parade. Something exciting for a human to see, but for the dark god who lived through thousands of them, it was an exercise in patience. It wasn’t just the noise and lights and masses of people. Shade had been trying to find his way to the beach only to realize all the roads were blocked off. He’d spend the next half hour trying to find an open road, growing ever more frustrated. It came to a head when he literally shoved a stranger out of his way, “don’t you people have places to BE?”