#genesismaiden

[absurdjustice]

❛❛ How does one ‘use the internet’ ? What even is the internet, anyways ? Is it some sort of giant, invisible library ? ❜❜

[hakkyoken]

event starter - @genesismaiden​ 

Bellows District is something Nanao had no idea with. With torch in hand, she seemed questionably curious about what’s with the clones and their shenanigans happening all over Spirale. As much as she’s not the game-on type, she had no choice but to do this.

Normally she’d do this herself but it seemed that it requires two or more persons to deal with this.

“Do you know where this ‘Bellows District’ is? I was just involved in this and had to take this lighted fire-thing to its designated place.” It’s up to the other if working together or separated ways. This event finds it for Nanao, ridiculous.

[arsnova]

It’s a monster mash. In other words, a graveyard smash. Or, well, something befitting the current holiday mood anyway. Beneath the great tree there’s a grand atmosphere and energy. There are plenty of ghosts and ghouls on the dancefloor and, while Roman has always enjoyed parties ( though he’s rarely attended ) his focus tonight is different. Parties mean snacks, and Halloween means candy. Put two and two together, and you get a buffet ready for any hungry vampire. And Roman, dressed to the nines as such a vampire, is ever so hungry. 

There’s even free drinks! Which is great because Roman’s had the strangest taste for strawberries all evening. So, plate laden with almost every kind of tooth-rotting sweet and wine glass brimming with soda, he’s ready to party.

Up until he goes for a sip and something collides with his back. The drink goes down the wrong way. Can vampires choke? Let’s test this theory with Roman. “Hgh--!” He splutters out strawberry bubbles but no, he’s neither choking nor dying. Save, perhaps, his pride.

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[justituned]

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Somehow the melodious harp could still be heard over the music of the party, but it was not an intrusive noise. Instead it complimented even what should be the most discordant of sounds, less music and more...Accompaniment would not be the right term either.

It was pleasing to the ears of many around him, and the self-proclaimed angel of music could not help but pass the lightest of touches over the strings of the harp as he continued to socialize at the party. Humming in tune, everything about him seemed lighter than usual, including himself. He practically floated, wings extended but not flapping simply, there.

Blue eyes regarded the devil-adorned girl and a bright grin flashed around his face. “Ah, another demon, ja?”

“I do hope my music is not harmful to your ears, fraulein.” Still, his hands traced over the strings of the harp, the sound complimenting, somehow, everything that was going on around them.

[decodetalking]

@genesismaiden​

One of his only memories from before...That time, he remembered his cards being scattered, and then he had met that boy and then...And then...

And then that memory didn’t seem so great anymore.

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He found himself in front of the hobby shop. Looking up at the sign, he gazed into the windows of it and tried to look around. It was pretty full, and given his age and height it wouldn’t be the best experience in there. And while he didn’t have much in the way of money, or anyone to buy him anything, but he wanted to see.

Walking in, he dodged a few older teens, walking up to the glass case. A bunch of different cards, but none he recognized.

Pouting a bit, he moved around the rest of the shop slowly, trying to keep from being underfoot with the older kids and looking along the packs of cards. Frowning at the names, he spoke aloud.

“Are there any Duel Monsters cards?” He didn’t want to buy anything. He didn’t want to even touch them, but maybe if he could see, then...

Then what? Maybe it would be a link back home...

[vermilinyan]

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High on a list of ways the vaunted Warrior of Light expected her day to go.

This was not it.

Apparently kidnapped and much displeased by the wooden sword at her hip, slitted eyes squinted down at the cat that had parked itself right in her path, almost unconsciously mimicking the way it's ears swivelled and tail swished in it's regard of her. She'd tried to simply pass around it only to be met with the same conundrum after a few more steps– now here she stood, defeated by one curious feline. How the mighty fall.

Left ear turning slightly, she glanced over at the sound of approaching footsteps.

“Oh, sorry– are we in your way?”

[filamentstar]

@genesismaiden​ liked for a starter!

       Well, if one thing was clear after a few weeks of living here, it was.....

       Ionasal was broke. Hardly any Dust was left in her pockets after living according to her usual schedule, and if she wanted to keep eating, she had to find a job. Any job. Hopefully one that was near her condo, but she wouldn’t be that picky.. The public transportation for Spirale was quite handy.        “A hospital.... A school...? Lawyers? I’m not qualified for any of that...” Ion peeked over the shoulder of another girl who was also looking at the bulletin board, trying to catch a glimpse of anything more... Princess/Mechanical Engineer friendly.

[ravugetto]

❥ @genesismaiden​

❥ ❝ Ehehe... Sorry if I startled you! I saw something and rushed in. ❞ Cure Peach may have suddenly appeared out of nowhere from that alley in the point of view of this apparently older girl in front of her, yet something akin a shadow and a hunch made her make that decision in the first place. This whole patroling business wasn’t going very well, was it? Did she really got her powers back just for this? The time limit was also kind of a bother.