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[dimittere]

the displays were all beautiful in their own regards, he's come to DISCOVER. there's certainly artists he's disproved of in this space, more than a few, but true beauty is, on the other hand, utterly cherished and clung to like the THIEF he is at heart. there's not so much a need to decorate himself with such passion and fervour any longer, not with the great power he exudes. not a little dog pretending to be THRICE his size, but a great king well in his prime.

the tempus museum is so forthright in it's construction, he's quite PLEASED to find more practical uses in its construction. or - he was. ❝when i return, shall i find my home TRASHED by mine own garments?❞ absurd, the words may seem, but all it takes is a single glance at a smooth, statuesque figure - quite literally a LIVING statue of a being - to understand the scope of his seemingly baffling comment. ❝what a pain - do tell me you've got a good grip on that hammer … ❞ though he would not care to consider their being here a ‘date’, it certainly was a PLEASANT enough day not to warrant being ruined like so.

[ultimorals]

IT'S BY A STROKE OF LUCK, perhaps, that he's drawn himself to this location. aimless walking has been the norm for his behaviour, a zombie-like crawl of footsteps echoing across a city which, by all regards, should have been bustling and teeming with LIFE. as though he's in his own personal bubble, the world surrounding him seems to part and flow, ebbing away from his figure. as if he's inflicted with some manner of disease —- infected by an illness that could only be called : DESPAIR.

perhaps he should have looked where he's going, perhaps he didn't want to look. a squelch of tires and just like that —- he pulls his feet back, skittering away from the curb. oh, how could he be so foolish as to tempt fate, to disobey the laws set in stone! arms pull around his chest, hugging himself close and tight. breathing rough and RAGGED, like he's ran a mile. near death experiences as of late, ought to be well tread occurrences, but he's still shaken. how often could one man be in denial until reality breaks him?

❝tch,❞

all of a sudden he speaks, pent up turmoil spilling forth. eyes wandering over the departing motorbike speeding away. reckless, foolish, UTTERLY IRRESPONSIBLE. the twitching gears of his mind restart, grasping for a source of his ire and it comes out in a sulking vent of a sound. law and order being the sole defining factor that clings to his sanity.

❝that man should be ashamed of such brazen and reckless driving! do they allow anyone to earn a license regardless of how much they've studied? how SHAMEFUL.❞

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[kujoutengu]

@nyctern (event starter)

As Waka made his ways through the halls of the facility, he could catch glimpses of movement out of the corner of his eye. Some of the movements looked to belong to a few green imps, but he didn’t stop to check. While the imps were a nuisance at best, Waka wasn’t in the mood to engage in combat unless absolutely necessary, or to waste his blade on some low level demons who didn’t even know how to churn out a proper melody with their flutes.

Of course, if they were to try anything, Waka would ensure that they met his equivalent of a Power Slash.

When he turned the corner, Waka paused to see a familiar figure approaching. 

“Bonjour~ It seems we meet again, mon amie~”

[bulletrein]

        WITH SQUINTING EYES NOT SO DIFFERENT from a gopher recently emerging from his hole, and floundering like a mole on the surface, she's a sight to SEE. standing out amongst the crowd unlike the rest. he narrows sharp eyes beneath heavy shades, a hand slipping into one of his vest pockets. ❝yeah, sure, i've got A SPARE. probably won't break so easily as that plastic you got there.❞

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[heart3yed]

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💛 💜 ❤️ || three eyes wander over the bustling waterfront, gaudy windows displaying trinkets and WEALTH displayed with nary a care in the world. it must be so simple to clutch at material gains as if that mattered in the long run, but the mind works in what could only be deemed CURIOUS ways. something to research in the future, she supposes, if it means staving off what could only be deemed as BOREDOM. she sits on a bench, somewhat secluded, and just nearly praying that there won't be much of foot traffic. just like with the last city, it is seemingly the best she could do.

she hears the WORRIED woman's thoughts a fraction of a second before she speaks. something she's barely picked out among other thoughts, breathing a harsh intake that is swiftly exhaled. unable to fully articulate before it is too late, she freezes in place, eyes lowered to the sandwich wrapped in crinkled paper. ❝i UNDERSTAND that i look hungry, but i assure you that i have been eating well. but you're too stubborn to take no for an answer. FINE. you wouldn't happen to know if there is a tea shop that would have drinks helpful in washing it down, do you?❞

[anglerfishnabe]

@nyctern​

“ Say... “

Ogata takes a seat in the bar stool, eyes scrolling the drink menu. The bar isn’t the type he usually frequents but curiosity has the best of the cat. The drinklist is rather extensive, offering many colours and flavours with and without decorations. 

“ Anything you’d think to recommend? “ he asks from the woman sitting beside him, “or maybe I should just order sake after all... “

[lcvinlight]

nyctern liked your post “Hermenost is just so used to this shit he got a face mask on. anyways...”

 “Its rather interesting this time, is it not? At the very least, most effects are very mild at best.” watching others make a mess of their emotions, at the very least therre isn’t any violent emotions coming out right now. It was all so amusing, as someone who was crazy prepared for anything, he had a face mask on to block anything from entering his systems. 

[wisterieyed]

@nyctern​

The shop was warm as he clasped his hands together. Much further from home than he wished to be, and he could feel the fatigue grasp him. It had been many a year since he had even left the compound, and his heart beat hard in his chest. Swallowing, he considered his options before him.

Someone brushed past him, gently, and he set a hand out.

“...” The noise was small, a short noise of fatigue as he opened his mouth to speak. His felt his jaw tremble for a moment as his hand fell back into his lap. A few more breathes, and he offered a gentle smile.

“Forgive me. I meant to ask for help, and yet nothing came out.”