#parasouru

[workaho1ic]

@parasouru​

Now, waking up after the crack of dawn alone might have bulged his eyes a little but when he meets the reflection in the surface of the phone screen Seiichirou almost drops the whole thing. 

It’s a lucky break he recognizes this face and knows a name to connect to it. Otherwise he’d be now be in a bind to send around messages around the island, to many people likely in the same predicament..... 

from: Parasoul to: Kondou Seiichirou

we should meet

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The adjustment process was going smoothly. Sure, there were a few minor bumps in the road as Robo-Fortune found herself without her more exotic functions, or without the item that she was built to contain, or without her creator to give her existence direction, but on the whole things were pretty okay.The bouts of existential dread were already standard for her back in her home dimension anyhow, so it didn’t matter if she was doing it on the streets of New Meridian or on a corner in the Fibonacci Ward.

And maybe, just maybe... she could experience freedom for the first time in her short life. Perhaps here, in the city of Spirale, Robo-Fortune could finally be freed from the fetters of-

Oh, wait, there’s Princess Renoir. Nevermind.

Robo-Fortune has enough self-awareness to realize her existence should definitely be hidden from the royal family. After all, Lab Zero was already operating in secret, so it’s imperative that she not reveal the truth of her existence. So she grabs a newspaper, holds it in front of her face, and just stands on the sidewalk.

“Lab Zero? Never heard of it,” she says aloud. “Brain Drain? I am not familiar with such a person. I am just a normal Anti-Skullgirl robotic soldier with no suspicious origins. Beep boop meow.”

@parasouru​

[anarchyengaiged]

@parasouru liked x for a Mistified starter!

Maybe she’d gotten a bit jumpy with the creepy-ass mist taking over the city, worried that more monsters would be leaping out at her like what had happened when she’d first arrived on the island.  She didn’t think she could really be blamed, in all honesty- anyone who had lived here long enough could tell you how dangerous these shifts in the island’s physical features could be.  Except the natives, maybe.  They always just seemed kinda...oblivious.

Either way, this latest happening at least had the decency to return her arsenal to her once more.  She definitely felt more comfortable when armed to the teeth, but maybe that was because of how long she’d lived on Pandora.  That was probably why her instincts had kicked in and she’d aimed her Maliwan Inflammatory Aegis right at the first silhouette that had emerged from the mists toward her.  She didn’t fire yet, of course- this other woman had made no hostile action, but that wasn’t to say she wouldn’t.

“...You cool, lady?  I can’t really be too sure what these mists are gonna throw at me right now.”

[sanctummilitis]

As a region rarely frequented, Fibbonaci and its main station were environments that Saber found herself making a conscious effort to adjust to while in the border. With no particular destination in mind, her venture had been primarily due to the lack of visitation, passed through as a means of reaching Cotes Fantasci or venturing out to Yesteryear, she had taken to wandering about the grand travel hub, observing those with determined routes. Ultimately, she had taken to one of the cafes established on either side of the corridors between platforms, observing the passers-by.

Propped by a palm, her phone remained active throughout the time occupying the table, detailing articles regarding the various businesses and festivities occurred across the upper three levels of the canyon. it was a curious thing that beneath Floor 90, references became few and far between. While certainly not shrouded in absolutely secrecy, like an urban myth without concrete evidence of its existence, Saber’s curiosity had been piqued as to why the great reduction in coverage — but there was suspicions as to why. “If you wouldn’t mind,” she began, eyes set on a woman also by herself on the outside of the establishment’s glass front. “I’m searching for information regarding the lower levels of canyon. Would you happen to know anything about why there is a lack of correspondence? The thought did occur to investigate first-hand, but if there is any relevant information for preparation, it would be appreciated".

@parasouru​

[potentialsatisfactionguaranteed]

@parasouru​

“Hello ma’am, might I sssay you look both beautiful and deadly. Might you be interested in being a bit more deadly than before? I’ve a ssselection of poisons that can be kept quite compactly.” 

[goldenmedicalcenter]

@parasouru​

“I wouldn’t go in there if I were you.” Especially if she wasn’t prepared for what Mistwood had in store for those who weren’t ready. 

[workaho1ic]

LOCATION: Starden Teaparty

@parasouru​

The night has fallen on Cotes Ward. Seiichirou yet lingers here, curious of this late night teaparty he heard about. He only planned on attending since he was around. 

Entering he’s surprised with how intricate it all is, full of familiar and less familiar planets, stars and such, glowing in luminescence. He takes a closer look at what seems to be the Earth, scrutinizing details before letting it go only to let it bump into someone’s nose - gently but bump regardless. 

“ Ah, sorry about that. I wasn’t paying attention.... “

He gives a short, small bow.

[isolaradiale]

Hello, i would like to re-apply Parasoul Renoir of Skullgirls. Her age is now visible via /app! -komachi

Welcome back to scenic Isola Radiale, Parasoul!

You’ll be staying in TOWNHOUSE 216.

You will retain everything given to you during your previous stay. Enjoy your stay!

– ⋆ mimosa