#scullcss

[morningglorias]

With a couple of thin books nestled in her arms, she walks down the street, a day like every other out in the human world thus far. Her eyes wander, a broad smile on her face, the world a wondrous place full of mystery she has yet to explore. Albino gaze wanders, and wanders, and then falls upon an approaching stranger...

And lips fall into a frown, in turn. They are quite obviously unwell; it’s clear by the sluggish pace, the expression that can’t quite settle, and the movements of her limbs. Gloria’s ears twitch, and she inches closer: “E-e-excuse... excuse me, miss... I... I do-don’t mean to intrude, b-but... but perhaps... perhaps you sh-sh-should sit a-and... and rest.”

( Well, @scullcss​ ? Are you going to sit, or keep on walking? )

[halsberus-a]

❝  ━━nill !?  ❞

the name escapes him before he could think twice about the slender figure, the flash of blonde hair.  but when he blinks, the image clears away, and the realization hits.  this young girl was not nill, despite the similarities in appearance.  it was merely a trick of the eyes in a mist of rain.

he pushes damp locks of white hair away from his face and exhales a breath he had been holding.  there’s a sense of relief that washes down along with the rivulets of water.  but a heat of shame compels him to offer a sort of conciliation, ( an apology ? ), for the mistake.  so heine looks over the stranger for brief moment, and gives a sound, yet obvious, advice,    ❝  you'll catch a cold if you stay out in this weather, y'know.  ❞    ━━  @scullcss​ ( sc )

[dawnshorizon]

 @scullcss

 While Aloy had her grievances with most of the people from where she was from, she didn’t realize she was going to miss some of them so much. She always felt so awkward talking to new people- to be expected, of course. It’s only been a few weeks since she was able to socialize with people outside of Rost. 

 Now is as good a time as any to start working on it, though. She’s been retiring to Savior’s Respite a lot lately, and it seems like she meets a new face every time she does. This time, though, as she approached the flora covered cliff, Aloy comes to see an actually somewhat familiar face. Not all that familiar, of course- she’d only seen this person when they bumped into eachother while she tried to get into the yellow machine that took her to a new house. However, she distinctly remembers her focus lighting up upon seeing the stranger. 

 The seeker stares for a moment before jogging up a little closer. “Hey,” She calls out awkwardly. “Uh, are you.. sorry, I don’t know how to really ask this, are you a machine?” Maybe not the most polite way to greet someone, but she can’t help but ask. After all, she’s never seen such a human looking machine before.

[regemverum]

@scullcss​ / event.

He doesn’t like how he looks without some sort of hat. The little nurse cap that came with this outfit does not suit him, so he continues to wear the wider brimmed brown one that he’s become accustomed to; it’s a staple of his look, he thinks. Combining it with the nurse costume is interesting and makes for strange looks but he does not care.

He has fastened his sword to his hip -- the one thing he was given after he was trapped here for so long -- and motions to the younger girl next to him. “Now, do you want to go hunt some monsters? I’ll be frank, I could definitely use the dust. I’m willing to go on another adventure, however, if you will it.”

[sterrenlied]

🎶 | @SCULLCSS // STARTER CALL

✧*:･ﾟ| HE feels as if he's barely survived. Bones brittle and taut, the recent encounters on Haugst shaking him to his core. But he found a means of escape, however much it may have cost his sanity to reach it. Shivering and shaking, fingers digging into the sand of Nommin, praying in silence that one of the island's few predators hasn't decided that daft old men were on the menu. The little boat of his dragged up onto shore by his side, somewhat of a life preserver even on shore, even as he doesn't intend in the SLIGHTEST to board it again. Leg shifts, and he quietly whines in pain.

[ngdays]

"All right.” Akira cracked his knuckles, the stained gloves all he needed to go on the offense. There were four shades ahead, standing in the way of the hole close behind that led down to some important wires. He had no idea what those looked like yet (and also hadn’t had a single thought on how to deal with them), but it was straightforward enough. 

“Ready to show me what you’ve learned, disciple?” he asked Mirae with a side glance, echoing Rosé in his flippant address. The two of them were more than enough for four of their enemies.

@scullcss​

[nanamigatari]

@scullcss​

“Lose something?”

The voice came from up on high, its speaker seated upon a low-level building’s room. Bother of her hands were clutching the edge and her feet were lazily swinging to and fro in the wind. Nanami recognized the person below as someone she had spoken to over a month ago. If the other had a good enough memory, she would see that the greenette had traded in her pink and blue kimono for a more detailed purple and black one. It was low-cut enough to reveal some of the scar tissue that graced her chest.

In Nanami’s opinion, she wasn’t all that memorable; she was feeling particularly forgiving at the moment, too. It wouldn’t bother her if the other had difficulty recalling her, what with her being so small, frail-looking, and meek (not the words others back home would have used). Without any Shades haunting the streets for now, things seemed calm enough for some chit-chat.  

“You look a little lost, is all. ...Hey. Why were you helping those people down the street a bit ago? Friends of yours?“

[chocoholicsinner]

@scullcss​ // x

Mello needed to relax. He wasn’t trying to hide from anyone, now, he didn’t need to worry about not showing his face or hiding his true name. It didn’t help that he’d been raised to be so cautious, however, and it was hard to fall out of old habits so quickly. So as he wandered around the Archimedes Ward, looking for anyone who might have information on where they really were, he kept his hood pulled over his head to obscure the long scar that went down his face.

He was looking off to the side when he noticed the small girl standing by herself. He tilted his head and walked over to her, his eyes narrowed as he approached. “Watching the crowd?” he asked, his voice low, almost conspiratorial. “It looks like it might snow soon.”