#miraclesurgeon

[20leafclover]

@miraclesurgeon​ liked for an event starter! - cheshire cat

Clover doesn’t know what it is about this costume, but climbing on stuff and laying around sure is a lot more fun than it used to be! Lampposts, the tops of those windows that stick out from buildings, trees; you name it, he’ll be napping on top of one at some point.

It probably helps that they usually keep him out of reach of people who might not want to be bothered by a purple-clad green cat leprechaun.

“Hey, fella!” His tail loosely curls around the low cherry blossom branch he’s laying across, chin propped up in his hands-paws-whatevers as he looks down at this guy with the two-toned hair and stitched up face. Woof, what a costume.

“Y’like riddles? Why’s a raven like a writing desk?”

[isolaradiale]

hello! everything's kind of too hectic for me to keep up with him, so dropping black jack! he was housed in condo 428.

Dropped for you!

--Mod Lyra

[isolaradiale]

some things have come up irl, so i'd like to request a semi-hiatus for black jack from black jack; today's date is 11/4

Noted for you!

--Mod Lyra

[sparklinghop]

@miraclesurgeon // Where There’s a Fight There’s a Standby 

Cheering rises above the lanterns and lamps of the Golden Ward, with the deep tones of grunts and bodies making impact. A wide circle given for two, people joyously backing up when the fighters got a bit too close.

Necklace pounding on Bob’s chest, a round house kick comes blazing fast. Barely dodged by the opponent, he throws a low punch. Caught in his heavy hand, in a dancing twist and sweep of a foot, the other is on the floor. Two martial artists are focused against each other–but the fight is full of obvious good will.

The real spectacle has quickly become Bob–a fantastically skilled newcomer to the people of Spirale, and easily showing off how well he knows his own body’s advantages. His partner rolls back onto their feet to avoid a stomp. And the two are again caught in a rhythm of punches and kicks. A headbutt to the face sends blood dripping down Bob’s nose–but the pace barely stops.

In a rotating blitz of punches and kicks, suddenly the opponent can’t keep up with the hard impacts. A downward flip kick finishes it. And the crowd’s roar is like a howl in the sun. Offering a hand, Bob helps the other up, reassuring them and catching their  breath together.

And as things calm down, the two are left with their injuries and bruises. Someone approaches them; and of course, Bob has a dirty handkerchief under his bleeding nose that does nothing to hide his somewhat guilty smile. 

[chuketsu]

@miraclesurgeon

“Those stitches look cool,” Himiko began, intruding upon the man’s personal space with no warning. “I have a friend who’s got stitches, too, but his look different.”

Socializing was clearly the meaning behind the party at hand, and Himiko was no stranger to making friends. Or, that’s what she thought, anyway. She didn’t mind breaking the ice and talking to whomever she pleased (as well as ignoring those that did not pique her interest).

“Are they part of your costume?”

“Or is your face like... just like that?”

[homunculusrune]

“I didn’t slam the door. I thought that was you.”

If I’d slammed the door it would be

That message doesn’t get sent, doesn’t even get half-typed before a thundering sound- like something very large hit the door from the other side. He flinches- the lights go out.

Lovely.

Fantastic.

He offers a wan flashlight of his phone, turned towards the other person.

You know, it’s times like these I really resent being a light source.

Something like the sound of pounding feet crawls across the ceiling above them.

This house doesn’t have a third floor, does it.

[homunculusrune]

😰

😰when my muse is stressed, how do they act out?

The easiest summary is Prisoner is a time bomb about stress. 

Basically, by default he’s used to operating on fairly high levels of it for a long time. If anything, he has a kind of anxiety that rears its head when situations aren’t stressful enough- a kind of internal it’s too quiet. Nothing is ever this good for him for this long. This is a big part of how semi-randomly in the city he’ll suddenly swing towards paranoid. 

He has really unhealthy levels of learned helplessness about the idea that hardship is unavoidable so for the most part he tends to just grab at distractions, so the subtle signs of stress in him are things like impulsive behavior, suddenly shifting topics, randomly picking up a new interest. The thing is, this entire time he’ll be in adamant ‘it’s fine I’m fine’ mode. Doesn’t help that he has a cluster of phobias and trauma that he is absolutely not addressing, see that time he just hung out in a hospital for several days with Zero despite being low-key freaked out the entire time.

Basically he will stay superficially calm as long as he possibly can until he explodes and the nicest possible way he explodes is if he’s identified someone who he sees as completely responsible where he just sinks everything into hunting them down.

That’s the nicest. In practice, he can snap a lot of different directions and half of them go inward as much as outward.

[isolaradiale]

hello! without any prior reserve, i'd like to apply black jack from, uh, black jack? app can be found under /app or under the "incision" tab on desktop!

Welcome to spooky Isola Radiale, Black Jack!

You'll be staying in CONDO 428.

You'll also receive a Toy Doctor’s Bag.

Enjoy your stay! :)

– ⋆ δ Caeli 🎃