#revolvingmist

[ribbon-up-blog]

🎀 The Sinful Saloon 🎀

It was a difficult situation; something Violet was quite accustom to. This was not the first time she had found herself thrust into an undesirable situation. In fact, her life since that day on Briny Beach could have been considered one long string of miserable circumstances. What made this time different and far worse was; Violet was alone. Normally through her terrible times; she had her siblings or at the very least a fellow volunteer by her side. Now it was up to the eldest Baudelaire to forge her own and the task did seem daunting. What other choice did she have but to struggle on?

Warily Violet entered in her opinion a seedy looking establishment. However, Violet vowed to herself that she would leave no stone unturned. A saying here which meant; going into every place she could possibly find regardless of the personal dangers in the pursuit of intel. Cautiously she approached the bar, “I do apologize for the inconvience. As I am not old enough to be a patron of your establishme—“ Violet stopped mind way of the word establishment because it finally hit her just how other worldly the bartender looked. But then she reminded herself it was rude to stare; if she learned anything of positive moral value from her time at Caligari Carnival it was that. “Establishment.” She showed him a watered damaged photo of: herself holding a baby, a boy with glasses, and a toddler. “But I am looking for my family. I was wondering if you have seen them?”

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[photonprojecting-blog]

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❖ Had she been paying more attention she wouldn’t have been so carelessly flaunting her architectural skills in public. The shield had shuddered underneath of her bending as she bit her lip in concentration, trying to bring forth any larger construct. Carelessness was not like her.

She would have settled for almost anything at this point. Imperfection was a shameful sully on her otherwise spotless record and the thought was enough to make her growl in frustration before realizing she had eyes on her.

Immediately the blue shield blinked out of the reality that others could conceive - her own reality was far more complex. “Pardon,” she let out a hurried breath. Many people had never seen a Vishkar Architect in person and the attention tended to make her uncomfortable.

[roguerrebel-blog]

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          he had seen much during his life, horrors and hopes alike. death and life, dealt and taken --- sometimes, taken with his own hands when necessity called for it. it was not something cassian was proud of, but it was something that he was willing to do. he would do anything for the rebellion.

       which was why, he found himself left rather purposeless here in this city. no rebellion, no empire. (although, whether or not these scientists were an empire of a kind, he was yet to determine.)

        one thing he had not seen, though, was now standing in front of his very eyes. tall, almost as so as k-2so, and a whole lot more mean looking than the imperial droid ever was. flames, or cassian thought, black and purple where its skull should be, unlike any creature he had seen in any system. though he was cautious, there was no fear.

       he approached, hands raised as to keep himself from appearing a threat. a soldier without a gun, he was, but a soldier nonetheless. “...what kind of droid are you, exactly? if that is what you are.” spoken calmly, as always.

[boneafideguardsman-blog]

“YOU HAVE TO BE AT LEAST FRIENDS, WITH GRILLBY, RIGHT?” The skeleton was insistent. He knew what he was talking about, or so he assumed. But it was so blatant, how could he not be correct?

“PERHAPS YOU DON’T KNOW HIM PERSONALLY, BUT I SAY THE RESEMBLANCE BETWEEN THE TWO OF YOU IS FAR TOO GREAT TO BE A COINCIDENCE!” He wagged a finger as if lecturing. “WE COULD BE DEALING WITH LONG LOST RELATIVES HERE!!”

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[oodzumechan-blog]

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✉ - texting habits

she’s more of a texting person than a phone call person--when it comes to personal things, anyways, considering some things shouldn’t be discussed over texts. and Tenka texts basically the same way she talks, but doesn’t really care to worry about capitalization or the like. 

[voltagequirk]

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oh no. 

don’t make eye contact, maybe if kaminari just walks right by him... the villain will not notice. don’t look, don’t look, don’t look. despite the repeating words in his thoughts, kaminari couldn’t help but sneak at peek at the villain he had come to recognize from his universe. why was he here.

his quick eye contact was enough to get him noticed ( kaminari always did suck at stealth ), causing the boy to panic. 

“...ah, h-hi.”

[okouoni]

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     “It’s faint, but the scent of my lord lingers on your person. I suggest you remove yourself from my presence, I have no intention of allowing her to mingle with livestock like you, particularly in this crisis.”