#event: proxy

[journalskeeper]

“Can anyone offer any interesting information about this place? I’m trying to document as much as I can about the city and I want to make sure I don’t miss anything important.”

[spiderstaff]

@redlichbluelich​

Kay hadn’t meant to get caught.

She’s never been caught pickpocketing someone, but this guy had to catch her in the act. He’s almost too good, like he knows the way she operates. Grandpa warned her that humans are tricky, and this is the first one she’s ever met...

She lunges at him with her knife, hoping to at least scare him off, but misses entirely, falling into the railing of the stairs they’re standing on. She’s small, but the railings are smaller, and she realizes with dawning horror that her foot’s caught between them. Crap!

“Stay away from me!” She can’t run, and the human’s just looking at her, which makes her angrier for some reason. She bites and claws at the metal railing, but it’s no use. She’s stuck.

“Leave,” she hisses. “You don’t want to fight me.”

[rainonglass]

     As would be expected of a traveler’s town, the bugs living here are incredibly varied. Most are entirely foreign to Quirrel - a commonality among many seems to be the lack of shell and extremely mobile faces. Both qualities are unnerving, but certainly not dangerous. The locals have helped him in many ways since his arrival, actually.

     For one, he now knows how to use his ‘phone’. Apparently, it’s a sort of meal ticket, accepted by a variety of shops for a variety of foods. And what interesting cuisine they have! He recognizes none of it, and the absurd number of options is almost intimidating.

     His current meal consists of several local favorites: pizza, soda, french fries, and a brownie. It’s all either greasy or bubbly. Not anything he enjoys, but food is food.

     Suddenly, he senses the presence of another, and his head whirls towards them just as they approach. They bear no shell, just like many of the others Quirrel has seen. They’re very small, dressed simply, and seemingly unarmed. Perhaps a larvae? They don’t seem to have any ill intent, at least, and Quirrel relaxes.

     They are staring at him, however. He puts his food aside and addresses them.

     “Ah, hello hello! Do you live here, perhaps? My name is Quirrel. I’ve only just arrived, but already I’m amazed by this place. Such advanced technology and lush greenery, and such plentiful food! I feel very lucky to have landed in a land as generous as this - in both its supplies and its mysteries.”

@aid-lombard

[bulletrein]

        HE DIDN'T CHANGE, AND NOR WAS he aware of the changes that have undergone the rest of the city. too new, fresh meat some would say, unaware of the misery and GAMES the stars placed their citizens in. if anything, it is an utterly benign day, an event that BEGAN with a completely normal morning and drew into an equally mundane afternoon. the sky has turned the colour of orange sherbet, bathing the city in a dusty gold light, shadows waning as soon darkness would overtake. a sigh, door creaking open — —

for as normal the city seems to be, his heart still ACHES. loss is harder to swallow when you're not busy, and as much as he'd love to punch rufus shinra over and over in the face, it wouldn't do him ANY favours. shoulders shift, he takes his seat, fingers toying with the empty glass which once held a GENEROUS shot of whisky. he still adheres to his limits, but finds himself thinking -- dreading -- what if it becomes TOO MUCH?

too much, like the drunken man sitting at his shoulder.

❝shit, man, can you even get yourself HOME lookin' like that?❞

@leftaremybcnes liked for a starter.

[phantommirrored]

@courageousguise​

Usually, Shadow wouldn’t seek out to steal from someone dressed so obviously in heroes’ garb.  But, this was different, he had something Shadow wanted, now he just had to be careful unhooking the bag from his belt...Easy does it.

Shadow had not expected it to fall off so easily, so naturally, he cloaked himself in the hero’s shadow.

“(Maybe he didn’t notice...)”  Shadow could hope.  He was going to wait it out, but surely, the hero noticed something...Off about his shadow...

[mizukata]

༄╳ @cutwarmth​

           He saw him but tried to convince himself he would be okay, but there was still that nagging thought insisting in offering his help. Giyuu was strong and healthy and the kid he saw seemed the complete opposite. Was he aware of the dangers he could face walking around like that in such a big place? Was he aware of how weak he looked? The thought made a feeling of disgust arise within him, it wasn’t because of the child, but because of the remembrance of how useless and fragile he was around that age.

            ❝ Kid...you seem like you won’t get far in that condition, tell me where you live and I’ll carry you home.❞

[eldritchtechno]

@failedprince

This land was too different. It stank of many different things, and the mechanized chariots whizzed too fast but were unresponsive to even her picks when it came to the secondary locks inside near the wheel. Then there was the persistent people wandering and wondering- as if this was some experiment where memories of arrival were stripped for the sake of the social proxies she barely understood past her role as a noble in the grand scheme of the politics. It didn't matter...

She wandered aimlessly until seeing the odd shades man, just... There. Her mind didn't register where but it was a place, and a place she went to to observe, hand on her Eraser's hilt just in case.

"... Hello?"

[paaperboats]

Red was so caught up in her own strife, that for a moment, she’d forgotten just how worried everyone else here must have been about their situation. She knew that she had to give herself a break, however; she couldn’t find an answer for why she was here, why she was pulled away from her town and her lover, and the lack of reason was more than enough to wrack her entire body with fear. 

But she wasn’t the only one. It wasn’t just her that was scared, or lonely; maybe instead of asking everyone why this was happening.. she should have been making sure they were hanging in there, as well as they could be.

So when she spots the young girl, the singer is more than willing to reach out to her; and for the first time in what feels like days, she can feel a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

“You didn’t come here alone, did you?” Red’s quick to notice the dog at her side, and it comforts her only slightly that she has a companion in this strange place; but no child should have been going through this, no matter what sort of strength they held beyond what she could see. “I’m glad, though.. I wish none of us had to be here.” Her arms circle around her frame, doing what she can to push through the sadness that keeps tearing at her heart. “My name’s Red. I’m not sure what I can do, but.. if you need anything, I’ve got your back. At this point, it looks like all we have here are each other.”

                                                                                (   ;▽ @nobispacems​  )