#promosis

[horrorlocke]

painted commission for @promosis !! Thanks for giving me such a fun character design to work with !! 

[killerjawline]

@promosis

Fibonacci was apparently where Jack lived now. Once he figured out it was a hub of technology and elites on-top of (literal) layers of crime and black markets from some locals, he’d started warming up to the idea. Yeah, there was a hell of a lot to exploit here, he could make his means somewhere. Figure out how the currency worked, steal a whole bunch of it, blackmail someone and get a seat all the way at the top... Maybe kill a bunch of people. For fun or because they make him, whatever. Either way was a plus, it’d cement the idea to not fuck with him. Guessing he should probably work his way from the garbage fire up, which was vaguely reminiscent of his ascent through the Hyperion ranks, Jack made his way down to Level 1. It wasn’t the farthest down he could’ve gone but he’d heard the ground level was a shit-hole and he doubted there would be much to seek out down there anyway.  Hands tight in his pocket, only feeling slightly endangered from the fact that he only had his good looks and a BB gun to his name, Jack ventured down street after street. Most of the glares in his direction died off as soon as he’d glare back. The people here could probably tell that he was bad news and so the meekest kept to themselves, but the stronger looking dwellers didn’t look too perturbed. Jack didn’t care. He didn’t have any business with them. All he cared about was free tech. His eye was caught as he passed a dark alleyway, crammed full of junk and trash and who knows what else. It had been the most promising place he had seen thus far, which he supposed wasn’t saying much considering he had been here the entirety of ten minutes. Alas, Handsome Jack was not as patient of a man as he used to be; he had shit to do and he wanted to do it now. Ghosting his holster as he made his way into the alley, he carefully stepped over all the crap that was just laying on the ground. The alley smelled like skag dung. It really sucked that Jack even remembered what that smelled like. Friggin’ Pandora. If only he had-- There was a rustling. Jack stopped cold in his tracks, gun raised towards the sound. ❝ Someone here? ❞ He edged forward slowly.  ❝ Don’t try anything funny, it’ll just piss me off. And trust me, you really don’t want that.  ❞

[bliindary]

@promosis

SOLLUX: n0w Y0U. y0u l00k a l0t like the aliens that m0st humans have hanging ar0und their r00ms. s0 why d0 they think that we l00k like y0u. n0t that y0u c0uld answer that.

[At this point, you were just blabbering on without a care in the world. Not as if you haven’t gone through the worst. Dying is... probably the worst anyone could go through, and you’ve already done that twice.]

[You couldn’t help but arch a brow as if waiting for the other to respond, but you probably rendered him speechless before you let out a groan. Clearly he wasn’t into this conversation and you also couldn’t blame him.]

SOLLUX: never mind that. s0 what species are y0u. just in case i have my wh0le the0ry wr0ng here.

[requiemsfighter]

Home on the- is that my CD? [Spiralefes]

@promosis

Joey originally wasn’t going to go into the bazaar that popped up in Fibonacci ward, mostly because he didn’t think he was going to find anything that he didn’t already have or could purchase from the stores. Though most of it was exclusive stuff from this city, he couldn’t help but to miss the touch of home even if its been so long. So when a familiar blue scarf handknitted by his brother popped up at one of the vendors, his eyes widened and sputtered.

“Wait, why is my scarf being sold for 200 dust? Let alone why is it here?”

“Are they just going around and selling people’s stuff from their world to just anyone? What kind of repoman absurdity is this!”

[silvertintedpoison]

@promosis

“Aaaah...” what to make of this?  This was ...  Well, it was obvious on what it was.  Some alien thing.  This was something out of the old movie flicks from the world of the living-- or maybe here now in the city.  Hard to say, but he was ... curious.  Curious but concerned.  Probably not a good way to meet someone new, either.  Approaching him with the thoughts in his head.

“Well, I gotta say I don’t think I expected t’ meet yer kind o’ race.  Martian?  Venusian? Hmm, maybe not that.  I’d expect more blonde from a Venus type..”

[mimicryarts-blog]

starter - @promosis  

Training day. Honoka’s usual habit to work herself out as she’s merely trying out copied moves she found on the internet with her smartphone. 

All of the stuff she mimicked were still in perfect shape until some alien-kind of a guy took her attention, which she asked if he WAS from outer-space or something way too unknown for her.

“Were you from outer-space or somewhere?” Not in a rude tone but curious.

[herotting-archive]

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“ I would roast you but your FREAKISHLY large hands could crush my skull with a simple clap. So how about friendly question. How’s the WEATHER up there ?? I wonder how you don’t accidentally bump your head against the sun. You’re fuckin’ tall. ”

[omgaoneko]

@promosis​

A hardware store was the most likely place to find something that would upgrade her sorry excuse for a mobile phone, right? Third time was a charm. At least, it would be if she knew where to begin. 

Ship mechanics she could handle, this was a whole different level. Still, she really needed to be able to shoot better quality videos if she wanted to create a new channel online.

“Uhhh...” before her, a vast selection of cables.