#hypnoticallycaucasian

[purecompassion]

@hypnoticallycaucasian

Pure Vanilla was no stranger to being in pubs, having been brought many by his dear friend Hollyberry in the past. He also knew sometimes the best way to overhear and learn information that written down could be in one. It doesn't mean he doesn't stick out a rather lot as he walks into one before the sunset sets outside. He decides to order just one drink, the sweetest thing on the list before going to find a seat.

"Hello, is this seat next to you taken?" he asks a stranger with a smile, deciding to pick someone who looked like they went to pubs like this often. Hopefully they would be kind enough to chat for a bit, or at least put up with him sitting nearby.

[epilvgue]

「𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔤!」- Old twigs crunched under boots as he made his way back through the brambles and growth. Everything about him was dirty by now. His hair had grown out, matted and oily. He had never really been capable of growing a proper beard, but the stubble was there - just as greasy as his hair. His cheeks were sunken, eyes lined by deep bags.

The red coat was blotched with stains of grass and dirt.

One arm was cupped close to his chest with berries he had managed to pick. It was better than nothing. He didn't want to go into the city again... Maybe he could sneak things from the farms and make it up later...

Then he swung around at another noise from somewhere, wings flaring out defensively - a movement he couldn't control.

@hypnoticallycaucasian // post challenge

[meganest]

@hypnoticallycaucasian

it would be an utter undestatement to say that akihito was used to moving around. despite having only been alive for a meagre seventeen years, the concept of having a stable homing situation had been a foreign concept until high school. getting used to a new place shouldn't be an issue -- yet, perhaps because he had been able to live at least a few years in somewhat peaceful circumstances, he found himself scowling a lot more than usual this time.

"man, this sucks," he griped to himself in a moment of presumed solitude as he navigated his phone. "if there had been a beautiful girl as a city guide, the situation would have been different, but here we are."

[arendeiie]

anna didn't have a plan . what she did have was a stick she found on a meridian on her walk and some sewing thread from an old sewing kit . that was plenty to make do , for she had seen children fishing from the harbor enough times to know that it was all it took to catch a fish .

sitting upon the dock , anna's patience waned . the stick cradled in her arm . shoulders tensed . tongue peaked out from between her lips , concentrating on tying her string to the stick in a tight knot . she made disgruntled noises with each failed attempt , fidgeting in place .

" drat . come on anna . focus . you've got this , girl . "

@hypnoticallycaucasian || s.c.

[arrowofthesky]

[ Amity Celebration for @hypnoticallycaucasian ]

Now, this festival is what he can get used to! So much to do, he can barely keep up! The angel was absolutely ecstatic when he heard of this festival and what it entails. And it's finally here!

Ooof course, that meant getting some nice treats ready! But, he had a special little.. ingredient in them. One that's in season and also used for some good ol' mischief. Thus, he spies his first victim.

"Badou!!" Pit calls out, making a b-line to the older man with a cheery and bright smile. His wings were practically flapping in joy while he held a small bag.

"Perfect timing! I'm actually giving out some treats since I made way too much! You want some kourabiedes?" The angel held one to Badou. Oh, please take it! It'd be fun!

[howwlett]

🍻-- After some exploration, he had stumbled upon a number of bars in the standard districts, though he'd quickly decided, as so often was the case, the more lascivious and salacious areas of the city were the part with the best liquor. Maybe not the best he'd ever tasted, but then again Logan wasn't terribly picky.

Familiar tastes in an unfamiliar land were a comfort. He could admit that easily. Evening Spirits didn't seem like a terrible spot either. As long as the drink was decent, that was enough for him. ...And the whiskey was certainly above average.

He had been taking it slow. ...Well, as slow as he was used to taking it anyways.

The buzz had long since turned into a full rush. He was draining another glass of whiskey.

@hypnoticallycaucasian // starter call

[desertmiracle]

[ Starter for @hypnoticallycaucasian ]

"Thank you! Come again!" A kind voice echoes out the door, following the customer who just left. While it's only been a few days since the rescue mission, but he not only needed some money to get food and such, he also couldn't stand around without any kind of work or direction.

So, when Petal Nooks was hiring, he signed up for it. He may not have the expertise like Roto, but he helped alot with crops. Seedlings have a natural green thumb, as they say!Tethu looks up to see who came in, sorting out seeds for deliveries. His face lit up in recognition.

"Oh, it's you..! Badou, right? We met before I came here." He smiled politely, walking up to the taller man. He didn't expect his man to have a soft spot for gardening. Not that the season is good for that right now.

"What can I do for you today?"

[kkryptonian]

☀️-- Getting out of his own cell had been a bit of a feat, breaking anyone else out between shifts was even more so. Yet he wasted no time when he recognized the lanky redheaded man in the cell next to his own. The key card he had stolen, which he hardly felt bad about considering the situation (or rather, he'd decided that he could feel bad about it later), didn't allow him access to much. The person he'd gotten it from musn't have very high clearance.

But that was the least of the worries for right now. That was without taking in all of the odd machines and dangers lurking outside of the effective cell block.

The door was opened. "Badou? Are you all right?"

@hypnoticallycaucasian || campaign starter