#kleinstar

[hollowfaith]

@kleinstar ໒꒱

The banging on the door hasn't stopped for the past minute and a half. Aurelius tries to ignore it, but accompanying it are the annoying strains of a certain human's voice demanding to be let in and asking what's up with Klaus.

When Eiden shifts to calling him names, the angel has had enough.

Outside the (newly-repaired) house, the front door swings open abruptly before an invisible force telepathically drags Eiden inside and slams the door behind him. He's floated to the living room and dumped unceremoniously on the couch before the shadow of the divinus falls over him, dark and menacing.

Aurelius looks disheveled, his hair in a mess and his shirt collar crooked. There's a fixed crease on his forehead as he fights with the ghost of his headache—which threatens to revive in full at the sight of the human in his house.

He narrows his eyes and applies enough force on Eiden's body to keep him plastered to the sofa.

"Shut. Up."

"...please."

[mr-lightningbolt]

@kleinstar (from here)

Jack waves a hand dismissively. "Nah. I just realized I probably bought more than I can eat before it goes bad."

Indeed, the man appears to have another package of watermelon in the plastic grocery bags he's carrying.

[anghexescu]

@kleinstar

"Is this one of your new designs, Eiden? I like it." Eiden's taste in clothes was always great. If it weren't for his friend, Klaus would have probably been stuck wearing boring clothes!

"I think I want to show this one off to Aurelius."

[corruptedsorrow]

@kleinstar replied; why are you so full of violence....

"ask the people who made me. maybe next time they'll consider adding different personality features."

[scrybeast]

This little camera he'd found on his person paled in comparison to that of his own. It couldn't capture the spirits of the woodland creatures, nor inscribe them into cards.

Still, he had nothing but time on his hands, and a whole new forest to explore. It was filled with creatures both familiar and strange, and in time, he would have a fresh deck of cards.

He's in the middle of capturing a beautiful specimen, an elk, which he spies from a respectable distance. Just as he hits the button on his camera, the elk looks up at a newcomer, then gallops away.

The only thing Leshy manages to capture is a blurry photograph of its back legs. "Elk legs" will not make for a respectable card. He will have to find another one.

But first, Leshy turns to face the man who he deems as a trespasser. Only the whites of his eyes are visible in the dark of the woods, and they turn into orange swirls as his words reverberate in the stranger's skull.

𖦹 You ruined my shot. 𖦹

@kleinstar

[occultacarne]

@kleinstar

"Welcome, Eiden. I hoped you would come." Though Eiden wouldn't have any reasons as to why he wouldn't show up, right? "How are you enjoying your evening?" The sky-strewn isle is a perfect place, and so wide. He's glad this place was agreed on. There are plenty of tables filled with delicious food catered and plenty of chairs to sit on.

[thiefandlyre]

@kleinstar

"Eiden? Oh, gods-"

Octavo hadn't arrived soon enough to put a stop to anything. Eiden's face is streaked with blood and there's more soaking through his shirt around his ribs. Splinters of wood litter the ground; one of the Stars' toy weapons, no doubt, given to a very ornery newcomer.

"Can you stand up? Who was that man?" Octavo crouches next to him, offering a hand. It's hard to tell if the wound is lethal, but if he can get Eiden to the hospital in time, there was a chance he'd recover.

[exterminii]

「 壊滅 」 ;; Waking up under a shining sun instead of eternal night had been the first and most blatant sign that something here was wrong. The assault to his senses all at once as bright blue eyes had snapped open had been overwhelming, had made every muscle in his body tense because Grimmjow did not know where the fuck he was.

At least, not really. This isn't his first foray into the realm of the living-- but this is nothing like the sleepy town he'd seared into his memory, and it is the first time in the entire expanse of this life's memory that he has felt so completely and entirely dwarfed by the sheer enormity of it, such stark contrast to endless, silent night pierced only by the screams of his own kind. Here, it seems as though there's nothing but noise.

The welcoming committee had, therefore, been given a crisp 'fuck off' at trying to take him to wherever his new 'home' was supposed to be. It's a given, then, that anyone else foolish enough to approach him would be met with much the same.

Cornered, angry beasts don't make for the most polite greetings, after all. Never mind whether or not Grimmjow had ever been one to give them in the first place.

"Fuck off," he snarls, as yet another human opens their damn mouth. Why the hell do so many of these fucking people what to talk to him?

"Don't fuckin' touch me."

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