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Bea was expecting there to be nothing but the weird ‘humans’, as they called themselves around here. She’d only been here for a few hours still, having not even spent more than a cursory moment in her new ‘apartment’ before heading out to get a feel for the place. Spirale was certainly a lot larger than little old Possum Springs. You could probably fit all of her hometown in just a fraction of one of these wards.

So imagine her surprise when she spots the nightmare eyes themselves amidst a crowd. She wasn’t sure if Mae had seen her, but she knew that the second she did that Bea wouldn’t have to do much of the talking. So she might as well make it entertaining for herself.

“Mae Borowski, born xx/xx/xxxx in Possum Springs. Left all her best friends to get flunked from college.”

#nightmxreeyes #maeday01

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Ever since Steve mentioned to him that Mae is in Spirale as well, Casey has been feeling both excited and anxious at the same time. The combined emotions were so powerful, it made him feel a bit nauseous. His hands were balled into fists, and each step he took felt hesitant. But it was confusing. He’s already seen her once, back in Hive. He’s talked to her there before. And the only person he’s closer to is Gregg, and he isn’t here.

So why the hell does he feel so apprehensive?

Suddenly, a distant figure in the corner of his eye caught Casey’s attention and made his heart skip a beat. Yep, that’s definitely her. Can’t mistake those eyes for anything else. Mae Borowski, on top of a roof like usual.

Taking a deep breath in and a deep breath out, he jogged towards the building, scaling it by means of hopping on top of other objects, climbing up a ledge, and eventually trying to hop up and kick himself off a wall to reach the rooftop. Panting and shaking his head, Casey called out to his old friend.

"I guess Scriggins was right."

The orange cat shoved his hands into the pocket on his hoodie, smiling.

"Hey, Mae."

#nightmxreeyes #nightmxreeyes 01 #[ KICKS THE DOOR DOWN ]#[ ABOUT BLOODY TIME EH ]

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Oh hey, another feline. Maybe a little farther on the Feral end of the spectrum but, hey, a cat’s a cat. Should probably actually talk to them rather than stare. Are they staring back? Jeez, those eyes are freaky. Staring into her soul. Should probably just talk to her. Or stand here staring at each other in a bit of back-and-forth cat respect. ...Nah, talking is probably best.

“So, you feline okay here? I’m rather new and need a paw getting adjusted.” she admitted, hand rubbing the back of her neck. She wasn’t sure what all the other knew but it would certainly be better than what she did: absolutely nothing.

#nightmxreeyes #mae001 #hope this works!!

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★ --;; When a world is vast and empty, it feels impossible to wander across the same face more than once unless one is aiming to do so. Cities are worlds in their own right, he thinks, especially this one, with it’s seemingly never-ending expanse of denizens from every corner there could possibly be.

So the fact that Vash, inevitably, continues to run into those who seem to immediately dislike him feels like the bad luck that trails behind him like a shadow exists simply to tease him.

“Oh, I know you!”

“Have you finally gotten used to other people? Or do you still think I’m a monster or something?”

#[ ic. ]#decided to just go with making a tiny new starter instead #hope that's okay!!!#nightmxreeyes

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Rebecca was all to aware that a cat, or at least, cat-like creature that walked on two legs probably didn’t enjoy being gawked at by strangers as much as normal cats may.

And really, for a girl who was generally quite sensible, or at least as sensible as someone like Rebecca could be, gushing at a stranger of any kind really made her look a little silly.

Neither of these truths stopped her however and she boldly approached, greeting the feline figure in a rather childish manner.

“Hi kitty~”

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“It’s weird, not going to school daily now... But at least i’m out of detention... At that weird school... In the weird city I used to live in. And now I’m living in an even weirder city...” They monologue to no one in particular. Cousin had situated themselves at the Water of Styx in Archimedes Ward, watching the ripples of the water dance on it’s surface as the lights nearby only aided in it’s appearance. It may as well have been a little light show in their mind. This really was the best place to be at night. “The people here are nice so far... Weird too, though... Let’s see...” (I’ve met a few nice girls here. One being VERY excitable... In an endearing way of course. Another with her eye missing...) Gently pressing a hand to their own eye, they pondered... (Kinda wanna ask her about that, but that’d be rude. Let’s see... Met a weirdo Cat girl who thought I was food, yeesh... A Radio Cat, and that guy who likes free stuff too. Now that I think of it, I’ve met a good sum of people here now...)

Getting up form their spot, Cousin stretches their arms over their head, letting out a small shiver of relief when a joint or two popped. “I think I’ve been here long enough for the day... I’m not even sure if I should still be here. Better head on home.” As they turn to leave, their attention is pulled to the sound of a nearby fence rattling, some grunts of frustration and metal scraping. (What the...?)

It’s not my business! I’m Going home. ▶️ I’d Better go Check it out!

Despite their best intentions to head home, the noise was too intriguing to ignore. Tiptoeing towards the clamor, they take note of a young cat trying to hop the fence surrounding the area. They looked stuck. “U-Uhh!! Should you really be-” (No, don’t patronize them! They need help! Geez, this place keeps getting weirder...)

“Hold on!! I’ll help you down!”

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#* nightmxreeyes1 #nightmxreeyes #* 𝘐𝘊 #// [Claps] Inspiration struck So Its a wall of text eheh

[fear coursing through his veins, shiroki darted through the trees with his temporary weapons, the kitchen knives shimmering dully in his hands as he stumbled over his own feet in his treck through mistwood. he wasn't planning on attacking his double; for as reckless as he was he wasn't ready to be the catalyst to end his own life just yet. but he had figured the weapons would be a good convincing factor, a way to get the other to do what he wanted.]

[fear. it was something the hardened assassin wasn't used to, to say the least.]

[and it spiked when he saw something shadowy and dark out of his periphery, though he sighed in relief once he recognized who it was. geez, alright, nearly gave him a heart attack. would've killed him before his double could, anyway.]

oh, fuck.

it's you.

can you help me out?

[he was nervous, trembling with anxiety and an unbridled rage, limbs twitching with barely contained emotion. he felt as if he was going to shake out of his skin if it kept up any longer.]