#healingbrews

[iobartach]

@healingbrews [cyberpunk au] // plotted thing!

From what he could tell, the arrangement he was entering into had all the makings of a trap. A lease agreement that, regardless of his own financial circumstances, will add, in some fashion or another, to the debts he already owed. But then, what choice did he have but to comply? Especially given the fact that he had been deliberately sought out and escorted, under arm guard, no less, to this very venue.

Which, as he stalled for a moment whilst outside to inspect its exterior, it happened to remind him of something. He's heard the name of this place mentioned a few times before, but not in what context. Maybe it was nothing, but as a hand reaches to adjust the tie around his neck, Miguel would be the first to admit he was getting a bad feeling about this summons.

What did he do to deserve this? Oh, right...

Unfortunately, the shove that's deliberately applied to his shoulder as punishment for his dawdling pushes the concern momentarily from his haggard thoughts as he stumbles forward a step, raised hand coming to rest upon the coat draped over his opposite arm. If there was one factor to appreciate in the entirety of this mess, he could at least declare that he was well-dressed for the occasion, suit colours and all matching that of Arasaka's preferences.

A fact that, as he steps inside, immediately loses meaning in the face of flames! Startled by this, hands fly up to shield his face, tall frame listing like a ship in trouble before realising.... the lack of heat. Could it be--?

Ever so carefully, fingers venture towards the tongues of 'fire', finding, in place of singed digits a curved screen, lining either side of the tunnel that lead towards the club's true entrance. Taking yet again another chance out of so very few tries remaining to recompose himself, Miguel adjusts his shirt, gazing at the doors in the distance with suspicion as he is... not-so-subtly steered towards them.

Beyond such a barrier laid a sight to behold, a circular space complete with a curving platform ringing the larger structure behind it. Behind its clear glass, he could see that it was packed full of plants and other attempts at bringing a slice of nature indoors. To what purpose this apparent attraction served, he hesitated to wager a guess, but made sure to keep any such opinions to himself.

More than that though laid the question that followed him from desk to apparently a night club of sorts, such that, without bothering to wait to be prompted, he tapped the nearest Arasaka worker on the shoulder, gesturing to the apparent terrarium with a kind of attitude that tried desperately to remain cavalier about this new turn in events.

"Hey, did something escape from there? I can't see a damn thing."

[fellapart]

❛ did anyone see me fall? ❜

meme

The pier is slippery after a bunch of fishermen from a trawler have worked with their quarry, and it's easy to fall indeed. Not something to fuss about, but apparently the proud doctor is concerned with the opinions of the entire port. Buggy quickly looks around as he squats to help Hinoka up, and hears a couple of laughs from the sailors - would be weird to expect anything else, to be honest.

"Why do you care, doc?"

Buggy helps Hinoka pat the fish scales off her clothes, but alas - the smell will cling to the doctor until she changes.

"You okay?"

[fractalspades]

@healingbrews said: [  TXT  ]  :  thinking  about  you.  thought  you  should  know. (I am violently rattling Leon awake)

- over text || accepting -

[ Txt: Hino ] : I do like knowing that

[ Txt: Hino ] : But luck's on your side. I'll be in your area in about 2 days

[ Txt: Hino ] : For once it's for boring reasons not 'megalomaniac in a trenchcoat' ones.

[forestofforever]

[ARRANGED MARRIAGE] a starter where our muses have an arranged marriage [UH BENJAMIN ??? 👀👀👀]

(OHO! I love this, that being said, had to make some small alterations to his general situation to make this work so I hope you don't mind!)

The passing of his parents had not been that big of a deal. He never liked his father. He was sad about his mother, but she had allowed his father to gamble most of her money away and she was generally kind of neglectful anyway so... maybe it was better that they were both gone.

It did, however, allow some other family members to step in. To take control over his life, as if he needed their help or guidance. He didn't. He was fiercely independent even at a young age and didn't like any part of his family to begin with, so allowing them to make his decisions for him was a fucking nightmare. He knew he unsettled the lot of them, and being a parental figure to him was a bit like a mouse trying to parent a cat... it was never going to end well.

When they announced to him he would be getting married, he wasn't even surprised. It made sense they'd want to put him into a situation like that. At 35 he had mostly begun to escape their clutches, and while they hated being family to him, they hated him being outside of their control more. This marriage would allow them to flaunt the fragile bit of power they still had over him in the hope that it would keep him from doing anything unpleasant to them at a later date. Perhaps they thought a wife would soften his edges.

They were probably wrong.

He was supposed to meet her today. They would get a few "dates" before being forced to partake in a ceremony that would truly tie the knot. Not like either of them really had a choice in the matter; these dates were not to see if they had actual chemistry, they'd be made to marry even if they didn't, but it would at least allow them to grow a little more familiar with each other before the big day.

Ugh.

The restaurant was nice enough. Benjamin was dressed immaculately as always, and while his face could be considered undeniably handsome, his eyes were still unpleasantly cold, his gaze razor-sharp. As his fiancée entered, he smiled at her, the smile never reaching his eyes, before taking her hand and kissing it.

"Well then, it appears we are to get married. Pleasure to meet you, my dear."

[xynchronicity]

@healingbrews

It's not often that Reaper gets time off—and there isn't ever truly a "time off" for him. He's still unfortunately watched by his ever-present and ever-annoying handler. The wraith is quick to leave the Talon base and head for Hinoka, eagerly awaiting the moment he can hold her in his arms once again.

He's single-minded in his pursuit of getting to his wife, his home, his heart. He uses his nanites to traverse the city, traversing from roof to roof. Forgetting the ever-present figure at his heel, far more elegant in their leaps and bounds.

Arriving at Hinoka's doorstep was a relief so addicting to the wraith that he often refused to leave. "Five more minutes," he'd murmur while holding her close, his face buried against her neck, seeking a comfort only she could provide. The thought alone of spending the next week with her - a surprise to even him but one he'd eagerly take - had him nearly vibrating with excitement.

Reaper wasted no more time in entering their shared home, the door closing behind him with a soft click. "Small wife," he called out, his grin evident in his voice, "I hope you're prepared for a long week. I don't plan to let you out of my sight." His footsteps were heavy as he moved deeper into the home.

Outside the house, a horned figure stood watching the wraith enter and disappear within the home. "Interesting..."

[seaoftales]

@healingbrews sent: ❛  Apparently we’ll be working together... ❜

❝ Oh come on, doc, you make it sound like that's the worst thing that could ever happen to you! I promise I'm not as bad as you make me out to be. ❞

A charming smile was plastered all over his place. Of course he'd try to schmooze up to the newest member of staff of the Tokyo Jujutsu High. First impressions mattered, after all, and clearly she wasn't all too impressed with him, not that he could blame her. Many took his easy going and childish nature for granted, thought him some local jokester that liked to cause mischief and was more easily controlled by being hired as a teacher rather than being out in the open and running like a loose canon.

❝ I bet I could change your mind within an hour. In fact, let me give you a tour of the school. Don't judge a book by it's cover. ❞

[vcrso]

@healingbrews said: "They're  going  to  find  out." [Hinoka, discovering her Inktress gifts after her first gradient attack]

- stirring the pot || accepting -

. In an instant, the world pitched, a sinking pit yawning open in his chest as he saw the Canvas flex around her chroma. And then it righted itself, the bright light of afternoon feeling almost an insult to the new knowledge wedged in his head. Verso's expression and fingers remained frozen, still supporting her outstretched hand, eyes transfixed by the empty place the nevron once stood.

Clea's brief mention of other Painters meant it was not a skill limited to the Dessendres of her reality. But why would someone else be here? Had someone else hidden in the Canvas- perhaps, like Alicia, overwhelmed by his mother's power? Or had his mother painted this one into Lumière, her power intact either by accident or intent. The hows and whys itched his mind. Was she a true Paintress or was she a reflection of one?

Selfishly, Verso's thoughts remained on himself. Another person on the Canvas that could potentially alter reality, for or against him. But unsure and confused about herself, terrified of her peers finding out. And why shouldn't she be? The Paintress was a distant executioner, with a blade that struck out across the world. No one of the Canvas knew the truth aside himself and his father. To associate would feel like a betrayal. Wouldn't it?

His hand moved from Hinoka's forearm to shoulder, offering a gentle squeeze as he forced himself to swallow down a dozen different emotions and settle something kinder on his features.

"It's okay." His voice was softer, exhaling. "They don't need to know until you're ready." Maybe it was partially that he didn't want anything sparking Maelle's memory, maybe it was fear for what Painters could do, maybe it was too much for him to think about at once. "Sitting might be good right now."

[treasuresofwonderland]

"How long have you been sick for? And don't lie..." [Shanks or Loudest Muse]

Grey eyes blinked up at her a few times, fear flickering in them for but a few moments before Phaeran relaxed, exhaling softly. He reminded himself that Hinoka, too, was a doctor, that she just meant well and wanted to help. As much as he feared people, he could let his guard down for a few moments and let her check him over.

Sooner or later the shifter knew that stalling to take care of himself would come and bite him in the ass. Ophelia, his creeping vine, had already flailed her little tendrils menacingly at him several times as a warning, one he failed to (read: didn't want to) acknowledge until the injury had him figuratively on his knees and any kind of strenuous activity caused pain he couldn't even describe with words.

❝ It's... It's really nothing, I promise, ❞ he said, purposefully avoiding eye contact. ❝ It's also more an injury than sickness, but... I haven't really been feeling too well either. ❞ Probably an infection from the injury, but how could he take care of himself when he had a whole crew to take care of first? It didn't feel right.