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[rhapsodiq]

from: XIANG, the demon to: PIERCE, the basilisk — ( @pcril )

there is blood on xiang's knuckles, his sleeves, specks of red over his pressed white shirt. the suit is hardly clean either, but the color has darkened instead, somewhat concealing the stains that are all over the fabric. it is just another day, so to speak. xiang's hand wrapped around the steel bat goes slack as he takes a step away from the carnage. it was teamwork at first, pierce had been inside at the beginning, but once it was clear that xiang was in one of those moods, he had stepped out to give the enforcer the space to do what he did best. the demon would argue it was nothing personal, but lately with the danger that is looming over the terrors, xiang's methods have been more violent than usual, which is alarming to those both familiar and unfamiliar with his " ways of working ". this time, he had started with his fists — his favorite, before finishing off almost half an hour later with the bat he had found at the den of a small organization, one stupid enough to have decided it would be a good idea to challenge them. as xiang finally steps outside the janky building, he throws the bat outside the door, blood splattering in its wake. i'll need to get this dry cleaned, he laments briefly as he reaches into his pocket to retrieve his pack of marlboros. "want one?" one stick between his lips, he holds out the pack to pierce. "where do you want to eat?" the light of the zippo flashes briefly on their features before it's closed with a flick. he takes a long drag of his cigarette, before exhaling, smoke swirling around them. "i'm famished."

[natsuki-inokata]

Location: The Deep Dive Kitchen With: @pcril

It was a common occurrence for the young witch to frequent the local restaurants, above all else she was a foodie and enjoyed delicious foods and would not refrain from engaging in the delicious delights of culinary excursion simply because they were in direct competition with herself. If anything, it made it all the more important to visit those exact establishments so she could see what made their businesses thrive in addition to her own and perhaps she could adopt a few other ideas which to implement into her own restaurant. She did not exclusively have a seafood menu but many of her dishes featured seafood. What struck this visit different from the usual sort was she arrived quite before they were meant to open so Natsuki now found herself peering through the window of The Deep Dive Kitchen, trying to catch a glimpse of anyone who might be inside.

[matthewbaudelaire]

Location: Farmer's Market With: @pcril

Matthew had his sketchpad propped up partly against his knee which was crossed over his other leg, pencil held loosely between his calloused and dry fingers, almost perpetually so due to his frequent handling with clay and not enough moisturizer and the apothecary he usually frequented for extra hydrating salves to soothe their dryness had run out due to their inability to produce more magical items. "So," he flipped the pencil between his fingers and knuckles so he could reach for his cup of coffee, bringing the brim to his lips to sip and licking the traces of the bitter liquid afterward with a sweep of his tongue as he set the cup back down on the table, "tell me what you want and I can work up a quick sketch so we're on the same page."

It was often that Matthew took commissions for custom made ceramicware and it was at his stall at the farmer's market that they were now situated, sat at fold out chairs beside his display table that showcased some of his ready made items which were available to be sold and taken as is, all general items like plates, bowls, vases, mugs, even a few more complicated pieces like teapots or experimental items where he had practiced new glazing techniques. His usual style was not something that could be defined as perfect, there were hardly any straight lines or exact features for he liked when each piece was a little bit imperfect, it gave the pieces more character if his fingerprints were still visible, if the brim of a vase was a little bit slanted, if the items appeared almost natural in their formation and not like it was made by machine, a distinct hand made quality and yet despite this they all appeared very professional and well made for great dedication and care had been put into each and every item now displayed.

[likewanderingstars]

Amelia looked up at the quaint bed and breakfast, taking in the look of the place before heading up the steps and opening the door. Heading inside she smiled at the man she saw stood behind the counter. “Hi, are you...” She looked down at her phone where she’d put the notes she needed. “Senan Griffiths?” She slipped her phone into her pocket as she approached the desk. “I’m Amelia Frazer, I work for the Observer. I’m popping into local businesses on behalf of the paper to gather some information for our website. A little tourism spot sort of thing.” @pcril​

[deadlydiviniity]

@pcril​

It took a lot for this particular djinn to get drunk, but that didn’t mean he was above trying. And lord, had he been trying. A little wobbly in his movements, the boisterous laugh that radiated from him was an indicator that he was certainly feeling it. “Everyone looks too sober. Next round is on me!” His proclamation was met with some cheers and laughs but Lucian didn’t seem to care about the crowd as one person in particular. “You, my friend, look like you need a drink in that hand. Can I-” He waved the bartender over “-can I get a beer over here? Beer. You drink beer? Fuck it. Whatever my new friend wants.” 

[five-tailed-fox]

@pcril​ -- for Senan

Daishiro did not entirely feel comfortable being at a party surrounded by so many people. The fact that he had to dress in a "costume" of some sort to attend made it even sillier, but that did not mean he had to pretend to be something he was not. So he chose to dress as what he was--a kitsune, albeit a human concept of one. Even if he was not entirely pleased with the mask, at least it was not the silliest looking outfit he saw. At one point, he swore he saw someone dressed as a food he believed was called a “hot dog.” To confirm that, he turned to the man beside him and asked, "Was that person wearing a hot dog costume? I just wanted to be sure my eyes were not playing tricks on me."

[riddlecrowned-a]

beneath   her   touch   ,   unfaltering   weariness               incessant   and   embedded   deep   within   flesh   and   bones   felt   a   slight   bit   diminished.   lips   are   quick   to   purse   against   skin   ,   bemused   but   unsurprised   at   her   suggestion   ;   how   easy   would   it   be   to   forget   about   everything   for   even   the   night   ?   put   the   lingering   doubts   and   unsettled   issues   to   the   back   of   his   mind   and   not   feel   the   weight   of   the   community   upon   his   shoulders   but   of   course   ,   this   could   not   be   the   case.   following   statement   perhaps   has   evoked   further   confusion   ,   an   uneasiness   that   settles   at   the   pit   of   his   abdomen   where   it   knots   and   twists   unpleasantly   ,   rick   is   certainly   no   longer   quick   to   trust   but   body   forms   contradiction   by   subconsciously   responding   much   differently   ,   in   fact   ,   he   starts   to   feel   a   little   more   relaxed.   it’s   fast   ,   the   way   in   which   his   hues   flash   ,   sharp   and   critical   in   its   search   as   he   looks   her   over.   searching   for   anything   that   would   suggest   a   means   for   defense   —   or   frankly   ,   offense.   finally   ,   though   ,   do   his   shoulders   fall   …   there   is   no   need   for   his   guard   to   be   up   unless   completely   necessary   and   now   does   not   feel   the   time.

sharp   hues   offer   silent   stare   ,   hands   tucking   themselves   comfortably   into   his   pockets   as   brow   raised   ,   a   sigh   escaping   past   lips   and   whilst   the   thought   of   taking   his   mind   off   things   was   tempting   ,   he   did   not   believe   it   could   be   that   easy.   ❛   perhaps   you’re   right   ,   but   no   matter   what   i   may   do   the   problem   will   still   be   there   until   i   do   something   about   it.   so   ,   are   you   here   to   help   or   waste   both   our   time   ?   ❜

@pcril     /     continued. 

[valorsought]

@pcril​   asked:   “   you   can’t   keep   doing   this.   ”   for  rick   !

inquisitive   gaze   is   quickly   deterred   ,   corrupted   by   vexation   at   the   others   unbidden   entry   ,   though   concentration   does   not   falter   at   what   he   was   previously   doing   ;   an   attempt   to   distract   from   the   true   problems   he   faced.   grim   reality   twists   its   tale   ,   when   didn’t   they   find   themselves   in   difficult   situations   where   people   were   left   looking   at   him   for   answers  ?   first   instinct   would   have   been   for   quicker   route   out   of   this   ,   temper   still   burning   deep   within   core   but   experiences   ,   mostly   bad   ones   kept   him   from   doing   so   this   time   and   was   left   with   his   thoughts   but   what   else   were   they   supposed   to   do   ?   her   words   remind   him   of   the   situation   he   finds   himself   in   ,   forced   breath   slipping   out   between   lips   before   he   could   mask   it.   rick   wished   to   be   elsewhere   ,   the   weight   of   responsibilities   pressing   down   on   shoulders   ,   it   felt   like   a   losing   battle.   genuine   contentment   was   hard   to   find   ,   presented   occasionally   in   moments   of   solitude.   bitter   taste   lingered   upon   tongue   as   hum   left   lips   before   he   breaks   the   brief   silence.   ❛    what   exactly   would   you   do   ?   is   that   why   you’re   here   ,   to   give   me   advice   ?   ❜   tonality   ,   delivered   a   little   harsher   than   he   expected.   he   tried   to   calm   down   inner   turmoil   once   again   ,   not   allowing   oneself   to   give   into   the   feeling   at   his   very   core.   hues   ,   they   conflict   and   contradict   and   for   once   he   desires   for   things   to   be   easier   than   they   currently   were.   ❛   sorry   ,   it’s   been   a   long   day.   I   have   people   pulling   me   in   all   directions   and   nothing   seems   like   the   right   thing   to   do.   ❜