#existentialismee

[occultacarne]

@existentialismee

People are mingling at the dinner party. Some are chit-chatting with Vanth and Sebastian, but eventually the King excuses himself. Before walking away, he gives Vanth a quick kiss on the cheek and then steps away from the dinner tables.

He stands at the near edge of Sky Strewn Isle, overlooking the other floating islands.

"You have a similar presence as that human over there," he gestures at a light brown-haired girl. Hanabi can be seen eating some of the catered food.

"Are you two related in any way?"

[phantommirrored]

@existentialismee

Shadow had not been in the city long, but he'd heard word on the street of a branch that'd recently emerged where the light didn't touch, and it basically had him hooked. Ever since his return he'd been staking out one house in particular. No one ever entered or left, so, when he finally decided he'd do some residential spelunking...The door to the house being ajar put the shade on high alert.

Whoever these kids were that beat him to the punch, well, he'd just have to give them a good scare. The sword that laid in its scabbard on his back was easy enough to pull from its sheath. The blade had a good heft in his hand too. With a bounce or two to get a feel for how the weight of the blade would potentially react to being thrown, he chucked the blade with all the strength he could muster, the pommel of the sword shattering the window on impact.

"...Easy enough." Though he really didn't need to, he pulled himself up and over the windowsill, effectively entering the house through the now broken window! "Hup!"

[charadrxxmxrr]

-> @existentialismee

🍙+ mochi!

“What is this?”

Chara holds the — it’s almost a dumpling, but with a different texture to it — food carefully in there hand. It’s almost the size of their palm, and Chara has the feeling it’s not supposed to look this big in comparison.

The texture of it, as noted, is soft, and almost sticky, though there’s a healthy amount of what appears to be flour or some other anti… stickiness… doused over it. Chara pulls gently at the dough, just a bit, and marvels at how it gives way.

“This is very interesting.” There’s a pause, before they hold it back up. “Thank you for showing me. I am sure it tastes delectable. Will you eat it now, or save it for later?”

… it seems like Chara doesn’t realize Watanuki is giving it to them to eat. Like they don’t expect to be given food.

[esperpeanuts]

@existentialismee // starter

Anya's been worried lately. Bond, Loid and Yor must be missing her... and there's no sign of them coming at all. She misses her friend, and her toys and her room. But, she's happy with Gregor, so she feels guilty for being homesick, so she keeps it to herself. But it's been weighing on her, leaving her a little more sluggish than usual.

And that's what's on her mind she, while she's out with Gregor, she notices it.

The store front is so strange. It doesn't quite fit with the surroundings, and she honestly isn't sure what to make of it. Gregor normally doesn't like her to wander away, but... the building is so curious. No one else around her seems to really notice it, their thoughts on other things and problems, as if the place doesn't even exist.

Anya doesn't really know why, but it feels important.

She casts a look down the street, not seeing her temporary guardian, and then hurries for the front gate, pushing it open and slipping inside. Her hands nervously curl around the strap of her penguin bag as she approaches the front door, and steps inside.

"Whoaaaa..." It kind of makes her head feel funny though. She shuffles around the room, looking at everything with wide, curious eyes and being careful not to touch anything. "Papa and I walk by here a lot, but I dunno if I've seen this place before..." She would have noticed this kind of thing, right? She at least would have heard people thinking about it.

[hanabisays]

@existentialismee

"Watanuki-San..."

She needs to apologize, but she isn't sure where she should even start. He is owed an explanation, but what can she say? For now, she keeps her head bowed. Her hands are gripping each other, tight. Nails dig into skin, almost breaking into it.

"I shouldn't have asked you to help me. None of this would have happened to you if I hadn't involved you in my mess. I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry."

She can't forget the look on his face when the lady showed. He knew, and yet he had still fallen.

[prxmrosx]

@existentialismee

She's disheveled, bruised, and cut up. Hanabi is exhausted, but she knows if she slows down here, she's cooked. Her mother doesn't seem to have much control over her own body, if not at all.

EOMMA! PLEASE COME TO YOUR SENSES!

Hanabi's plea after PLEA only falling upon deaf ears. Hearing the spirit laugh that nails to chalkboard cackle only dampened Hanabi's spirit a little. She's angry. In fact TOO angry. How dare the spirit latch onto her mother. As if getting rid of her father wasn't enough.

"Give me back my Mother!" Hanabi shouts, a strong force pushes the spirit back. It laughs, though strained as it REMAINS latched into Hanabi's mother.

Y̴͎̳̓̎̓ỏ̶̲̜̼̲̟͔͔̠̾͆̑̎̆u̷̘̾̂̆̿͋ ̴̢̭͙͓̝̼̈́̈́̑͌́t̷͙́̀̓̉̀́̕͜h̶̢̭̹̱̯͙̩̪́̋͑̐̈́́̾́į̶̖͓́n̸̜͙̜̲͗ķ̴̧̯̼͚̼̔̂̈́̈́͜͜͝͝ ̵͓̲̊̎̆͊̓t̷̯͓̟̰͎̣̰́̐͂h̸̡̛̞̰͇̳͙̰̣̉̏̈̅̅ặ̸̹͗̑̾̒̆͌͆t̷͙̲͔̠͇̿̈́̈́̾̋͑͜'̷̧̺͕̘̱̪̾̉͘͝s̶̫̜̜̋̾̑̒̄͝ ̵̦̤̳̫̼͓̭̎̌̑̄͋͜e̶̢̖̘̙̮͙̤̾̃͜n̷̩̞̞͉̹͍̆̀͌̌͑̔͒͝ö̴̜́̈́̒̈́̚̕u̵̡̡̠̰̰̼͌́̾͊ġ̶̢̨̨̳̪͎͕̐̍͂̕ḫ̴̢̭͒͌͜ ̴̟͓̻̹͇̰̬̑̉̑t̴̛͖̺̜̮͉̺̬͊̀͜͝͝o̷̞̹͕͐̽̍̔̕ ̷̧̦͎͇̻̱̈́͐̇ḟ̵̧̝̤͆͝͠ͅr̷̛͕e̸͙͑̋̋ȇ̸͚̿͗̈͆̚͝ ̸̛͙̹̬̝͍͐͆̔̋͘͘͜h̷̗̰̭͖̜̘͆̈́̽̋͒é̵̡͚̭̥̳͎͍̊͜r̷̰͇̪̭͇̆͝?̷̙͖̗̝̝̰͙̄ͅ ̵̢͎̞̙͉̽Ÿ̴̝͈͍̫̩͊͆́̊͛̅͐o̴͖̤͉̼̥̱̽̏̀̔͗u̷̳͓̩̍̒̉̑̐͆'̴̼̙̎l̸̻͈͓̭̜̘̦̈́͌͒͆̏̕̕l̸̪̩̭͚̝̐͑͌̔͜ ̵̛̟̓̊́̒͂̽ḣ̴̢͕̥̼̥̯̥̭́͛a̶̞̩̫̞̎v̶͓̫̯̠̮͌̓ͅe̷͓̝̘̜͈͍̣̎ ̷̗͈̮͇̞̙͈̅̌̇̾͘͘t̷͖͖̟̗̻͎̭̜̏͒̃͠o̷̘̯̥̊̍͛̽̚ ̸̳̳̗͍̂k̶͇̓͗í̶̖̗̪̜̟̮̦̐̃́̈́̅ḻ̴̰̈́̂̔̏͐̈́l̵̛̥͙̙̣͚̰̳̏ ̵̢̳̻̊̊͐͝h̸̺̖̘͍̔e̴͍̼͓̙̥̭̠̐̍̇ṙ̶̨͋̚͝ ̸̯̭̓͌͗̿͜ì̴̧̜͖̟̮ņ̷̘̈͌̆̿̌̆ ̸͍͉͛͂̋̿̾̋̿͝ͅô̶̻̭̍́̾̍̒͠r̸̡̡͎̝̮̱͕̿͗̓̈́̍̃̉̐d̷̘̙͇͓̠͙̯̓͌͗ͅe̴̗͖̎r̶̨͙̤̺̒̃̐̉́̏͘͝ ̴̭͎̳̝̪̾̂̾͐̕̕t̴̨̰̦̃͊̔̒͝o̶̖̽̐͜ ̴̡̠̝̫̬̲̣́b̴̬͖͐͆̈͂r̷͍̙̮͈̥͆̀̈́̒̑͂͘͝è̴̡͖͓́̏̊́̊̑ą̷͉̺̼̑̌͒̽̈́̚̕͝k̴̨̛̝͖͈̦̲̆͛̒͆͐ ̶̤͚̪͐̌̅h̵̥̪͚̱̓̕ẻ̶̞͕̲̞̀̕ṙ̵̬̈́̀̔͑͝͠ ̶̳͈̞͕̯̔f̵̼͎̺̓͂̚r̵͉̗̳̝̖͉͈̐ḛ̷̘̳̥̀ͅé̸͍͙̰̜̼͌́̔̓̓̒̃ ̴͍͕͇̠̲̫̗͗͠f̸̛̠̩̣̉͌̈͑̈́̍̀ͅr̷̛̰͉̗͇͚̘̀̑̚ȯ̸̼͍̺̝̥̈̈́ͅm̶̜͕̮̺̌͑ ̴̡͍̻̺̺̤̈m̵͈̟̞̾͐͆̆̍͛̑̚ę̷̳̬̱̣͇͒ͅ~̴̢̧͓͚̼̱͙͍̉͑̋̍!̵̧̨͎̞͓̦̇̈́̈́̈́̄͂̃̚!̷͔͂̍

Its words causes hanabi to stagger and this is the perfect moment for the spirit to deliver its devastating blow before Hanabi regains her composure.

Shadow-like tendrils launches itself toward Hanabi, aiming to strike where it would immobilize the Medium and unfortunately, Hanabi would have enough time to react!

[blightsbite]

@existentialismee said: "Oh? Perhaps if you drink more milk, you might grow taller some day. Good luck with that."

❝ Ohhh! Well, if you wanted me to throw this rock at you so bad, you coulda just asked! ❞

❝ C'mere, Watanuki. ❞

[feelnofear]

@existentialismee

Modifier: P is for Poison

Dys hadn’t had any luck this whole time, between his first encounter with Glitched resulting in an injury early on, to dealing with the thick red fog and being forced to take shelter at that time until it cleared, and now this. Even though he felt numb to the terror of the situation and had long since tuned out most of anything else he was feeling, he was however still exhausted from a lack of restful sleep among other things dragging him down.

To encounter another hoarde after being forced to run again was another worst case scenario, though not huge in comparison to other groups of Glitched he’d encountered… It was still too much for one person, probably a group of fifteen or twenty with some stragglers slowly wandering to increase that number, targeting the unarmed young man. With more time, it would probably become enough once again to completely overtake him.

If he had any energy, he could have taken the higher ground, but any plant life that would offer that sort of refuge had also long since been corrupted and threatened to kill him if he so much as got too close anyway.

Unluckier still is a sudden, searing pain where the Glitched latch onto him with their teeth— bringing a sharp, pained sound from him that he doesn’t even register as being from his own mouth. In his failure to subdue his attackers fully, he had left himself wide open to this. Now, poison amplified the pain of a second injury from the downed Glitched that had latched onto a spot where his armor no longer fully protected his leg after sustaining damage during the many scuffles he’d had to deal with over the first days of the invasion.

It hurts to move at all.

The Glitched were still snapping and swinging at him.

He can’t think through the pain.

It takes too long to shake the one still latched onto him off enough to hobble away. The ones still standing are definitely still on his tail, but he finds a surface— a door— and bangs his hands on it, or at least tries.

He doesn’t have much strength left, but if anyone is inside they’d surely hear something, right? But Dys surely won’t remember this later.