#hyper-light

[sperorevoco]

oof, due to the structure/nature of this event, i’m may have to delay posting all owed starters and threads for a bit!! i’ll post them later, but event threads will take priority once i get things settled!

tagging so nobody misses this: @antifazbear @chalicearrow @ascending-angel @hyper-light @pathwaytothefuture @drxgonofdojima @silverscamurai @magatsudetective

[gcdeaterr-blog]

@hyper-light Karma Starter (good luck)

It was something stupid. Dropping his only bottle of whiskey he had found since getting here, the damn thing shattering over the ground and the strong liquid he desired absorbing into the concrete. It really was something stupid to get angry about. Childish, even, as if he threw a fit. It was enough to tear himself apart over, though.

The initial roar echoed rather far, growing from high pitched to something deep and guttural, enough to shake the foundations of broken and destroyed buildings that already littered Radiale. This would be Karma’s first experience in a city that felt wrong. He didn’t like that, especially when the first citizen he came across wasn’t actually phased by his presence. No matter how much he snapped at them, there was no reaction. Spending his time running down the streets, biting at anything that moved, well... Someone would have to react, wouldn’t they?

[imperiouswag]

==> @hyper-light

「It’s not uncommon for people to stare at you when you enter a room, or anywhere really. You have a natural GRACE and a COMMANDING PRESENCE. There is also the chance that you’ve blown the door off the hinges in a fit of BLIND RAGE, but those moments are typically few and far between on a good day.」

「But this one has been giving you the stalks for a while now and it didn’t seem like it was in stunned reverence. 」

) (IC: can i kelp you wit somefin

[handsel-blog1]

@hyper-light

// They stifle a chuckle from her reaction--it's guarded for a reason, they imagine. The screen's words flicker into new lines. 「More observation than question. I'm not here to hurt you. So, is it something nearby?」

A very good reason, at that. Celestia stands stiff, trying not to fuss with the bandages over her nose and jaw, the blackened eyes and bandaged limbs. She looks something of a mess, but it isn’t something she ever really wants to discuss. 

“Not anymore. It was perhaps a someone, but I have no need to be near them.” 

[thesecondsonoflight-blog]

@hyper-light gets caught up in a fight that’s not theirs.

Bad habits die hard -- Megaman knew it wasn’t his obligation to step in, but whatever crime the thief had committed had been one out of necessity. (Why bring a full force for a kid who stole a loaf of bread?) It fit within his new belief system -- don’t help those that wouldn’t help themselves, and well... that person had tried to make things better for themselves.

It’s just -- perhaps decking an officer wasn’t the best way to create a diversion, and while the bullets wouldn’t likely pierce his hull, he wasn’t crazy about the idea of patching up his skin. Especially since he had no idea how to. So Megaman dashed off, and in the process collided with a passerby. Whether or not running from the cops was on their agenda today or not didn’t seem to matter.

Megaman lingered a second too long, and so the figure in the cloak was automatically lumped in with him.

“Sorry to get you involved,” he said -- only a little sorry as he tried to slide both of them behind a dumpster. “Law enforcement, am I right?”

[quartzish]

@hyper-light​

Searching for items worth recycling is hard, especially since the landfill sites take up more room than a week’s worth of excavating can cover. Luckily for the gem, her desired materials are generally common ones: metals, ceramics, and anything edible. The last one is just in case she gets hungry.

But no matter how easily her checklist can be completed, she bristles at the sound of an intruder. Sure, it’s technically public land, but she was definitely here first.

So, armed with a rusty spatula and a thin sheet of metal, she marches towards the nearby rustling in the garbage. Banging her items together, she shoos the suspected competition away. 

“Shoo! Get’cher own pile of junk!” When the movement from under the debris pauses, she too settles down. 

“Hold up.” Lowering her proverbial pot and pan, she peeks through a busted window separating her from the other noise-making entity. What she sees causes her to lean back, resolutely dropping her items on the ground. “You’re not a person-sized rat---you’re just a person-sized person!”

[creatageneticist]

@hyper-light

「 Well, whatever this guy’s deal was, you thought his armor was pretty cool. You try not to let the sway of the subway push you off your feet. You’re still getting used to being shoved around on a giant metal snake, but it is convenient. Coughing in a non-chalant manner, you try not to make your admiration too obvious. 」

 “ SO. WHERE DID YOU GET THAT HELMET? DID YOU BUY IT SOMEWHERE OR WERE YOU JUST BORN WITH IT FUSED TO YOUR HEAD? IT’S DOESN’T LOOK LIKE IT’S HALF BAD, I MEAN AS FAR AS CRAFTING GOES. ”  「 You are one smooth operator. Really, you want to fling yourself off the train. 」

[oceanxbound-blog]

hc + umbrella

Headcanon + Word || Open

          When it rains, Jotaro hardly ever uses an umbrella. The only time he does is if he’s holding important paperwork or books that he can’t afford to get wet. Usually Star Platinum has the umbrella part taken care of. Regardless, Jotaro enjoys the feel of cold rain on his skin, it helps keep him grounded.