#gloryhqs.start3

[ghculishscn]

“Question, who does a guy need to kiss around here in order to find the answer he’s looking for?” Ender questioned the person closest to him as he glanced up from his tablet that displayed some digital copies of case files. A detective’s work was never truly finished and he’d had his work cut out for him recently. It was still too risky to even dream of summoning the undead to help him put a case together, but at the same time, going old school had never been his style. “Like I have a feeling there’s a connection here yet feelings aren’t exactly accepted as evidence.”

He took a deep breath and flipped the cover over the device. There was no use in dwelling over it for too long because then he just got frustrated. “Anyway, how’s life going? Going to that Foundation Day ball by any chance?”

[oblame]

↷    𝕆ℙ𝔼ℕ     𝕊𝕋𝔸ℝ𝕋𝔼ℝ     .

this crowd, a sea of people alive with energy, it is something the ninth warrior is used to and not used to at the same time. it feels like she is in one of those celebrations in her own realm, the ones they had after her family members came back with victories won. people raising their full glasses, all faces illuminated with drunken smiles. her memories of regnum are still ever so alive. her thoughts often bring her back to regnum, but she can’t put her finger on it, if she misses what they left behind with her companion or is it her undying urge to compare everything on planet earth with their equivalents in regnum. the celestial warrior’s eyes are on the flute of champagne one of the waitresses slipped into her hand. she tilts the golden liquid a little left and a little right while examining it like it’s in a test tube. “ i’m not sure if i want to drink this. ” inner thoughts shared with the person beside her, crystal-like eyes focus on the other’s face.

[eunjaeisms]

“Hwannie!” 

It had been a long time since Eun Jae had dared to walk any further than the park near his building, especially without the company of his boyfriend. Ever since having been kidnapped by the Sector, there was a constant anxiety and paranoia present in his body. He was aware that it had made him more vulnerable; dependent and prone to slip into his coping mechanism of regression. However, today was special and his curiosity (along with the small security of having his dog by his side) had prompted him to go and check out the music festival.

He’d been a little lost in thought -- mentally preparing for the ball and bearing a childlike excitement for the circus -- which had been enough for the Pomeranian to yank himself free from his owner’s grip and storm off towards the nearest food stand. Before the student could fully process what was happening, the fluffy animal had disappeared from his sight.

Now, close to tears, the pink haired boy attempted to push his way through the crowd of people. “Hwan!!” He called out again, rushing forward when he caught a glimpse of black fur, only to trip over something (a shoe? a bag? his own feet?) and fall into another person. 

“Fricking- frick. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m looking for my dog!”

[mstvrdvst]

Stardust wiped her hands down the flowing, shimmering skirt, her painted lids fluttering for a moment as she tried to calm the trembling digits.

In a sea of people, it was difficult for someone like her to feel secure– she was tall, gangly, and just a touch awkward. Makeup was hard. How long had it been since she had tried a skirt on? And though she had found herself to be really, very pretty before leaving her apartment that night, the little frogs in her stomach kept hopping.

There were just so many people.

A huff as she sipped at the water in her glass– she had yet to even attempt to try and figure out what was and was not vegan safe among the bars assortments– pout hopefully concealed by the glittering mask that topped sharpened features.

“This is so much,” She said out loud, “There are so many people, I wasn’t really sure this place had so many faces in it, but it does. I wonder if that person with the bunny mask actually looks like a bunny under there– wouldn’t that be neat?”

She turned to the person closest to her, a heart-shaped smile that could beam through someone’s soul as long fingers twisted through curled, red locks. “What about you, do you really look like that or is that just your mask?”

[tcrrestrial]

"OH. MY. GOD.” The girl exclaimed, the poster of the lineup clutched with apparent tightness between her fingers. The centre of it had already begun giving to tearing, but she didn’t release her grip all the same. “I KNOW......ABSOLUTELY NOBODY,” It was said with the signature whining of a young girl just now realising she had been living under a big, Crystalline City shaped rock. She was always being called out for her lack of musical taste, but now there was an entire event through which her n00bness would emerge. This is what she got for socialising. God, she was glad her face wasn’t on full display for once.

“Okay, cool. Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool - not cool,” She whipped around to the first person she saw. “You there! Tell me which band here is the least mainstream so I can go and look cool in front of my friends.”

[wxrnpexce]

Shit, this was a drag. 

Waves of dark hair were brushed back from his face in a small, short fit of annoyance. 

He’d only decided that this whole ‘ball’ situation would be fun considering the seven months he spent behind bars didn’t exactly leave him with all that many friends. 

But dressed in some shimmery, silver top, face concealed by an uncomfortable mask to match, and a drink in hand, Warren really just wanted to get smashed and track down Donnie. Who the fuck fell off the face of the planet after someone asks them to dog sit? 

He really just missed his pup and her pretty blonde fur. He had even made himself a touch emotional moments before wondering if she would even remember him. 

A shoulder had connected with his upper arm, leaving the ridiculously tall man without his drink as it hit the floor, ruining the royal blue suede boots that he’d been so excited to slip his feet into after months of sensible prison shoes. 

“Wow,” He breathed, wide shoulders slumping. “That sucks.” 

[misbhaves]

A yawn threatened to break the statuesque expression the fine china contours of her face wore, brown eyes listlessly regarding the chaos and fanfare that governed the streets of Crystalline. It was not her first time attending the famed foundation day celebrations, but she wagered she wasn’t quite as fucking deceased the year prior. Or perhaps she had been and simply couldn’t recall if her exhaustion had been steeped into her bones as strongly as it was now.

While her job was fun and gave her ample room to express her creativity, she was not as pleased with the morning after. Especially if she was to be dragged to socialise at the ass crack of dawn. ... Or 1PM, as it were. Mulberry-painted lips curved into a frown, her leather-clad fingers tapping against her chin. This wouldn’t do. Someone would have to be her temporary chew toy while she awaited Morgan.

Desperate to entertain herself, she launched herself at the next person who passed by. “About time you showed up,” She hissed, feigning familiarity, the act coming naturally to her. “As if it wasn’t bad enough that you’ve been dodging my calls...” Bystanders were already beginning to throw looks in their direction. “But, it’s hot and I’m pregnant. How could you?!”