#heavenscales

[kanedoji]

@heavenscales​ -- ;

“Ally-oop!” Itto crowed as he hefted the enormous tree truck of incalculable tonnage that had fallen due to the recent storms that had besieged Gandharva Ville as of late, blockading an important artery through the Avidya Forest. His pride admittedly swelled at the awed gossip as he deadlifted it across his shoulders, the wind rushing through the disturbed foliage as he steadied himself before hurling the caber that sent to soaring through the air to crash through the lower canopy of the forest where no people were.

Not always a bad thing to have a strongarm around, was it?

“You’re welcome, by the way!”

[abyssmalice]

@heavenscales​ / ft. capi-capi-capri juice !!

In her thus far long but also rather short career as a Harbinger, Tonia has accomplished quite a lot! And ever-aims to accomplish many things - many nuisances, indeed. One of them is getting Capitano’s mask off his head, and she’s made it no secret that it’s one of the many things on her list of stupid things to always do whenever her coworkers have to meet.

Unfortunately, getting the mask off has proven more difficult than expected. After so many attempts with her usual modus operandi, it’s a clear conclusion that she needs to shake it up a bit. Which is to say—if Tonia can’t get the mask off herself, she’s just gonna have to get the man to take it off on his own.

How?

Gods know. Archons know. Does she know? No, never. But she can try? That’s the point of life, isn’t it.

In any case - there’s many ways she can attempt this. From tricking him to tricking him to not tricking him but, in fact, tricking him. However, for simplicity and tradition’s sake, she should start with the first method in everyone’s book: asking. And for her own little twist: asking persistently.

“Capitaaaaano,” Tonia pokes her head into the room for the eleventh time in the same hour. “Take off your mask! I want to know what’s under it.”

[kemikorosu]

➤     :     「     DANNY     」     ... 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘     @heavenscales​  !

DANNY     ►      He knew that he needed to head home, but why would he want to return to a place he wasn’t even wanted? Not to mention, if he waited long enough, maybe the old man would be passed out on the couch and he can sneak his way to his room without being caught. It would most likely mean a harder beating the next day, if he was unlucky—and he typically was, mind you—but he could use a night to lick his wounds, so to speak.

It wasn’t uncommon for Hawkin’s Freak to find himself in some desolated part of town. Despite the amount of fights Danny found himself in, all he really wanted, was to be left alone. Get through his day at school, attend club activities when he had them, and find a place to hunker down until he was ready to head home.

Today, it was an abandoned junk yard. Every now and then, punks like himself would find themselves here with their friends to smoke weed and drink cans of beer they had stolen from their parents, but for the most part, Danny was left alone.

It was the sound of distant voices that had his head snapping up, eyes squinting as he glared through the trees. Combat meeting the dirt, he stood, hand moving to the broken broom handle he kept at his side. Last time he didn’t have anything on hand, he got jumped, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to let that happen again.

A look of disbelief crossed his features when the voice became more familiar, and sure enough, he showed up through the line of trees—with some kid at his side.

“Harrington? Is that you?” 

[empodio]

|| @heavenscales​ closed starter ||

Always on time, Masador glanced at a pocket watch he held, the assigned place, day and time, he’d reached all three, with a busy, right schedule, every minute mattered- At the least to him, who oftentimes preferred to overwork himself, a busy rhythm he was so familiar with, and one that was almost broken the moment he got a particular piece of correspondence.

There was interest in a meeting with him, nothing new, what caught his eye was the organization that required of him, the Fatui, this wasn’t a mere merchant attempting to get faster routes on through the ocean to reach Inazuma, nor those seeking for safe routes to avoid crossing the desert, whatever it was, he knew it was best not to risk anybody listening in, plus needing to pay close attention to every detail, a much quieter place was arranged, and one where he knew nobody would be a pest, even if it was quite away from the usual path.

He saw the other arrive and gave a nod of acknowledgment, turning to the Harbinger, calmly, he spoke.

“I do hope this location wasn’t too much of a hassle to get to.” He would not say much more, after all, it wasn’t as if he needed to point out that speaking to Fatui required a level of secrecy.

[wxndswept]

Reunion

starter for @heavenscales​

“You’ve been staring and playing with that scrap all day. Not to mention wandering around someone’s home like you’re some weird stalker. What the heck is going on in that simple head of yours?”

“Ugh, shut up.” Yuuki waved her hand through Moon’s body as if she wasn’t just a projection. “It’s...” Stopping in her tracks, she held up the paper, showing the slightly worn text on the front. Her full name, firework ingredients, and the Naganohara fireworks logo. A so-called voucher for a firework, made specifically for her, years ago. “It’s just something from a friend, back when I lived here. She said no matter how much time had passed, she’d remember just what to make, and who to make it for. But...” A glance up to the image of the woman in front of her. “You think she actually remembers?”

“Oh my~ Are you nervous, Master? That’s soo cute! Should I tell you things to say? Give you some tips on talking to other humans?” Moon chuckled as Yuuki waved her away. “Alright, alright. Just go talk to... whoever this person is. Pacing and staring at the building like this is only going to attract unwarranted attention.”

“Please leave, Moon. I’d really like to have a conversation with her alone, okay?” Yuuki’s low tolerance for the AIs teasing is what gave away her nerves. With a grin, Moon gave a short nod and vanished into thin air as the young woman raised her hand to the door. She must have hesitated just a bit too long, the door opening right before she knocked on it. “Ah, oh um... hi! Uh, sorry to intrude...” 

[goldenorder]

heavenscales replied:

Guizhong abides by the rules....... UNLESS your name is Zhongli, then she'll take the gloves off.

If she is taking the gloves off, then he shall have to spill the tea.

[alchemicalbalance]

**~ High in the Mountains ~**

The icy howl of the wind swirls on the snow peaked mountain of Dragonspine as Albedo was working in his workshop as usual, he was mixing certain elixirs for various effects before looking up upon hearing noises from outside the cave. 

He slowly packs the supplies away before walking towards the entrances and looked down, taking note of a fatui camp just a few feet away from where he was.

were there always so many fatui here? Was something of interest bringing them to this dangerous mountain?

Albedo thought about this in his mind as he didn’t want to disturb any of them as it could lead to his capture but his curiosity was too much to bear so he softly and quietly made his way closer, taking refuge behind a tall pine for cover not to be spotted as he watched them work.

@heavenscales​

[lncarnon]

@heavenscales |

   RASPUTIN has not seen Felwinter in days, now, though the concept of anxiety is beyond him he does find the occurrence to be strange. He would have inquired to Anastasia if she had not appeared to be so busy trying to recover more of his memory fragments from WARSATs. Reinstating that lost information was an incredibly invaluable tool for the greater of Humanity, and he was not about to interrupt her work. So, instead, the aimless WARMIND wanders around the Tower. Up close there always seemed to be something different going on each day, a stark difference from what could be observed in orbit. People always seemed so small and vast, no care taken before to remember what had previously been seen, or to even watch, gaze instead on whatever lingering threats might give the Guardians any trouble.

   But here, and now, there is nothing more that he can do. All that remains is the fraction of himself that could be contained in an engram before IT terminated the rest, and for what percentage that represents, RASPUTIN feels so small. Strangely enough it also has forced him to feel alive, and that each infinitesimal action has a consequence that will be faced in full. 

   He looks down to his hands, turning the metal fingers over slow and bending them into a fist before unfurling them again. Having a body feels alien, and familiar all the same. It reminds him of Felwinter, who again is at the forefront of his metaphorical thoughts. There is no thinking, only churning data to present as something similar. His hands fall back to his sides and he turns his attention up to the ships cycling in and out of the Hanger, wondering if perhaps Felwinter’s had flown in without his noticing. So many things escape his attention, now..

- he feels vulnerable.. 

   A Guardian rushes past him and the chill of IT brushes by, but he doesn’t understand it in the moment. A glitch, error perhaps, but the simulated feeling leaves RASPUTIN standing there dumbfounded and starting. Eventually, again, the WARMIND looks into the hanger and lets his gaze drift over every vessel that pulls up, deposits its Guardian, and then flies away to be stored or sent into orbit. He will wait here as long as is allowed, for Felwinter to return.