#pe event

[dissimulative]

— ♔cookie clash.

By casting the illusion of a green-clad individual over his own visage had obtaining access to the kitchens of a particular bakery been far too effortless, gaining free reign of the back acquired just as easily by simply volunteering to cover the shift of the sole worker within the store. Any obstructions had been removed promptly in order for the blond to begin experimenting with a recipe of his own design without any real delay, the intended goal being to create festive treats that were an absolute must due to the amicable nature he presently had.

Despite any misconceptions about a lack of efficiency when it came to homely things of this sort, the tantalizing aroma of freshly baked sugar cookies proved to be almost as alluring as any Kido had made. It was the result of a job well done, the finished product laid out across a table positioned just left of the establishment's entrance way and fashioned into a multitude of shapes. Decorating them in a way that complimented the spirit of the approaching Valentine's Day was all that remained, but the amount that needed to be tended to was rather daunting as he'd went all out.

It truly was a stroke of luck when a would-be customer chose then to enter.

Disguise long since having been discarded, a clearly delighted smile graced the male's lips. "Welcome ~ ! You came just in time, you're exactly what I needed!" A hand roved over the spread upon the table in order to direct the newcomer's attention to it. "See them all? It'd be a real doosey to finish them myself. Think you could help a guy out? We can snack on them together when we're all done. ~"

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funeral pyres | event.

Impure.

The entire world he currently resided within now was corrupted, relishing in the decadence of obscene falsehoods, distorting in a discombobulated litany of corrosive self-immolation. In colloquial terms, corrosive from topsoil to its very core, as if a makeshift bastardization of clarity was inherent to its nature; even without spectres overtly traversing the land, his objective hadn't changed. If anything, it had quadrupled in intensity; there were no conglomerate guardians to instill even a contrived semblance of administration to the masses beyond the mere notion of a higher order.

Neither the Puppeteer nor his Add-Ons had come to his aid, either, which only served to perpetuate his (nonplussed) paranoia. And while his monomaniacal inclinations repulsed at duplicity, even subterfuge was better than the scandalizing state of affairs now, with anarchy debilitating into putrefying wickedness. Civilization would come to pass eventually, endlessly elliptical, but the territory itself decayed in its sin. In the end, that might've been the catalyst behind his arrival out onto the streets while the region excoriated with the vernacular behind the fire in flagrant ascension.

Pedestrians caught in the crossfire between mob mentality and scorching asphyxiation, fear cloying tangibly in the air, in the marrow of their bones. As the absolution of faith guided his steps, however, the Batter remained inflexible any significant shift in demeanor, opting to remain fixated at the central point of the catastrophe, indifferent to any stragglers attempting to escape the inferno. But as the building dissipate into smoke, he notes a sudden movement in his direct periphery and compulsorily swivels on his heel, staring out into the pollution exhaust with a corrugated intensity. The majority of the masses had chosen to desert the scene, after all.

"... Judge?"

[rosso-phantasma-blog]

✞ RED AS FIRE. { event01

The Mahou found most nights difficult to sleep through ,

and tonight of all nights ; was one of them. Kyouko had shift around in the bed , kicking the blanket to the side as her arms flailed over her red locks in agony. She was bored and restless but also hungry . All things that the young girl didn't like to feel , especially at this time of night where it was almost impossible to fix. " Nnnnrggg " Voice mumbling as her eyelids closed briefly , creating some sort of comforting vision of chips.

It only took a second for the burning smell to find its way into her home stay and linger strongly within her nostrils. Kyouko would attempt to ignoring the smell , only to think someone was burning wood at this hour.  No , it was much stronger then that.  Lids slowly fluttered opened as her brows furrowed , agitated by the smell , she pulled herself up and out of the bed . " The hell is' that smell still here' " Her steps were rough when she walked over to the window , pulling it up and hanging her head out to only be seen a unfortunate event.  Red hues widen as her mouth gaped only so much , voice struggling to respond when she watched the town be burned alive.  She had to get out. The red-head  cursed under her breath as she hurried her self out the door , almost taking the door out of its hinges by the brute force she gave it. Screams were heard amongst the crackling of the fire , it was unpleasant but she just had to get to safety. But one particular voice caught her attention . Someone struggling from fallen structures , yearning for someone to come to their rescue . " That ain't my problem " Kyouko muttered to her self before finding her foot steps leading her back to the stranger. As much as she didn;t want to do it , somewhere deep inside led the girl.

Hand reaching out to the other , Kyouko gave a toothy frown . " Hurry up' if you want your ass saved ! I'm not gonna stand here' forever. "

[sheepcoated]

Stay with me until I fall asleep

Hearing the crackling of wood and screaming of people as they ran for their lives, she just stood there, tears dripping from her eyes as she watched the destruction happening outside. She couldn't move, frozen with fear, her head spinning and dizzy as the hazy smoke began to fill the house where she stood. She would burn down soon enough with the house.

"Move!" Came a voice from a fellow resident who she didn't notice. This broke her trance. He pushed pass her as he fled the building. She came back to the realization.

Her friends where still out there. She ran out the door, stumbling and tripping over her own two feet, eyes filled with tears and hurting from the bright flames. Falling out of the house she slowly got up and started to run away from the fire. But was there any point to this? Was there even a safe place for her to go? Was there a safe place for anyone?

No, no no no there must be somewhere! She began to panic even more. Why was this happening? The smoke started to catch up to her, making it hard for the girl to breathe. She started coughing and stumbling even more, falling down every now and then but she wouldn't stop moving. She must find someone, anyone. She didn't want to be alone, she didn't want to die like this, didn't want to die alone while her friends could be safe or suffering as well.

She wanted to give up and accept the fate. The screams frightened her too much, each bit of yelling and hurting she heard making her cry that much more. Finally falling for the last time she reached a hand towards the nearest stranger and lightly grabbed onto them, light enough for them to leave if they wanted to. She just didn’t want to be alone.