#phosphorescences

[tejinagoe-blog]

“Oh, my...?”

He can’t pretend he’s not curious. Rather, he might be making it a bit too obvious, with a hand curled thoughtfully around his chin as he leans left and right, peering down at the stranger. More specifically, their hair; he’s never seen anyone with hair like that (if you could call it such to begin with?). Though frankly, there were numerous peculiar things about the figure that he’d like to ask about, but one thing at a time!

“Such a shine--unlike anything I’ve ever seen! Is it simply natural? Certainly a far cry from the features of human hair... Hmm, Hmm... Amazing! I have many questions, so I wonder if you would allow me to express my curiosity... ✰?”

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[nigenteki]

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❝ Oh... forgive me for staring, I'm sure you receive this often. It's just that your appearance is rather...unique, but regardless that was rude of me. ❞ He didn't intend to get caught, at least.

❝ It’s rather beautiful, but my apologies. ❞

[celestialcanine]

💭

For every 💭 I receive, I will write one thought my Muse has had about yours.

Blue hair... the only kind of people with strange colored hair in her world were angels. But.. this city doesn’t exactly follow the same rules as home, does it?

[allswritten-blog]

📕

📕: Do you ever run out of things to be curious about?

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

A single brow rose on Lapis’ face as they took in Phos’s question, an intrigued smile appearing all the while.  The concept rolled around in their mind before they opened their mouth to speak again.

“My intellectual curiosity is not something that can be satisfied,” they explained in a gentle voice.  “Every time I learn something new, more questions appear right before my eyes.”

They gestured to the gem in front of them with a wave of their hand for emphasis.  “It is something I experience in your company as well, Phosphophyllite,” Lapis admitted.  "I'm looking forward to uncovering your secrets."

[celestialcanine]

💔

Your muse finds out mine was lying to them.

“Amaterasu.. who ate all the tater tots?”

If the deity managed to keep a stoic face, she could avoid consequences. Still, a heavy pang of guilt twisted the wolf’s heart, and she avoided making eye contact. The individual repeated the question, “where are the tater tots, Amaterasu?” and perhaps overwhelmed by the feeling of guilt, the wolf would spit out twelve, crispy yet slobbery tater tots before them.

Never again.

[salturia]

      “You. What are those arms of yours?” 

      CAN SHE BREAK THEM? Could she break them? No. If all that glitters is gold, that would be an impossibility, thus rendering this a stronger citizen of Hive City. One worth a challenge should boredom strike her -- or misfortune, them. Nonetheless, physique aside, does this individual not conversely give off the impression of... weakness? It is as if the outer framework compensates for a greater lacking within. Those eyes are fragile. Soft, and radiant, like gems. Full of good intent.

      Mildly repulsive.

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[allswritten-blog]

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District Epsilon was where Lapis Lazuli imperatively needed to station themself.  It was not difficult to obtain information about the entire district carrying secrets of ancient civilizations.  Different takes on history, culture, structures of government, types of people: all embedded within the walls of a location buried by the hands of man.  Scrolls, tomes, and books carrying secrets left unearthed to rot and wither beneath solid concrete and pollution was a crime to them.  If they were to begin their research on where they ended up; it would surely be found amidst digging through the lost Temporal archives.

What they did not expect to find, amidst wandering around the housing of the district, was one of their own.  The sight of the fellow gem made Lapis pause in their digging of frayed torn-up documents, immediately intrigued by the other person's presence.

Initially, Lapis was lost for words.  The other gem's abnormal composition was remarkable.  Truly, their appendages were things Lapis only dreamed about during their marveling research of inclusions.  

An uncharacteristically bright smile graced Lapis' features as they set their papers down, before gently gesturing to them with a wave of their hand.  "Phosphophyllite.  3.5.  At times, referred to as Phos.  The last time I saw you, ages ago, you did not look like this at all."  

They paused again.  Perhaps the subject was a sore one.  After all, Lunarians were typically the cause of such misfortune.  Their siblings only lost parts when the people of the moon were involved.

"Dare I ask what happened to you?"

"The additions to your structure are fascinating, though I would imagine your inclusions had a difficult time adjusting to the changes.  I do not believe any gem has ever been able to withstand so much change.  I always knew it was possible to attach new parts to replace any missing pieces stolen or destroyed by the Lunarians but I have never seen it done."

Lapis did not waste time in coming toward them, analyzing their structure by circling them with dancing, searching eyes.  "Agate attached legs and oh...  Gold and platinum alloy arms."  They hummed.  "Interesting."

Offering their company a bit of reprieve from examination, Lapis took a step back and proceeded to regard them with a renewed composed and neutral stare.  "I would imagine that you do not remember who I am in the slightest," Lapis wondered aloud.  "Those changes in your composition must have come with a price.  Memories, for those like us, can be fickle in that way."

[cloudedblades]

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Cloud had slowly gotten back into the swing of his old nighttime habit, form the last time he’d been in Hive City - doing his best to patrol Sector 3 from the rooftops. Not that he missed the havoc it wreaked on his sleep schedule, and he probably wasn’t the only one doing it. But each Sector in and of itself was basically a city, which was a heck of a lot of ground to cover.

This group of after-hours bank robbers had been a lot smarter than normal. Not just in that they’d gotten through the safe with no problem; that wasn’t really Cloud’s problem, after all. No, these guys had brought a sniper with a suppressed, supersonic rifle.

Something Cloud hadn’t known until he’d acquired a hole in his shoulder.

He;d put the rest of them out of commission, but he’d ended up leaving the sniper to their own devices. He definitely wasn’t happy about that, but the sniper could’ve been holed up in any of a dozen buildings, and if they got off a good shot, Cloud wouldn’t even notice until he resurrected a few days later.

A few hours had passed, with several zig-zagged blocks between Cloud and the direction the shot had come from. He was pretty confident that he was safe now... aside from the shoulder wound, of course. He sat down and peeled off his pauldron to take a look.

The shot had gone clean through his arm, for better or worse; if anything, it’d punched through too fast to create massive damage. It hurt like hell, though. Plus having a bullet hole in his bones was going to be an issue, even for him.