#sephirahisms

[devilsmarksman]

STARTER CALL | @sephirahisms

The narrow streets and passageways of Archimedes were certainly something to navigate, but Frei didn’t feel particularly bothered by it. They were necessary to move through if he wanted to get his bearings, and little out of the way places like these were good for cover or shooting from. He had already made mental notes of a few good places, who knows if he’d need them later on? Now lurking in a shadowy passageway, he scanned his surroundings.

What he didn’t expect to see was someone familiar.

He knew that head of long green hair all too well, it seems as though the Corporation valued him enough to send someone after him. That someone being one of the heads of their departments surprised the shade a bit, but not too much. His gaze fell upon the sephirah through the cameras many times during his stay there, finding them the most interesting out of all the others. Unlike the others, Netzach had a much more aloof and lazy disposition and seemed to genuinely care for the cannon fodder that worked under him. He didn’t understand the feeling, but their behavior interested him nonetheless. For now he remained in the shadows, studying Netzach. He wasn’t a threat as of now, and didn’t seem armed.

[unulales]

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finding a good bar in a new town is always difficult. cat likes her bartenders like she likes her hairdressers, talented and dead quiet. she’ll take her time stalking through all that’s available, off to a good start that one cold stare was enough to inch the bartender away from her after handing her a wine menu.

“a glass of rose dew zinfandel.” her voice hisses when she lightly grabs the wrist of the bartender, not allowing them to escape before they get her order. they nod vigorously, running straight for the bottle and pouring her a glass. cat takes little note of the green haired person that sits in the stool next to her. there might be little space, but is that really the only spot left?

she doesn’t take her drink yet. she stares silently at netzach, wide eyed and hoping she’s shook them enough to think a ghost is haunting them.

[malevolute]

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For all the trouble his friend caused him, naturally, Octavo wanted to get back at him for that.  So, naturally, he found himself at the hidden tattoo parlor.  By goddesses he might regret this.

“You don’t happen to do...facial tattoos do you?”  He questioned the taller one, “If not, I won’t waste anymore of your time with questions.”

[perpetualquestions]

@sephirahisms answered your ask “ Could you help me for a second? ”

“Can you help?” she asked again, stuck on a loop what with his technical non-answer. This time, though, the android accompanied it with a point to a relatively pricey box of chocolates kept well out of her reach on the shelves. It was likely an intentional move to keep ‘children her age’ from being able to play with it, but Curiousity had sudden money, so she wanted to spend it!

[hopesoath-blog]

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“Jeez, it’s like looking in a mirror.” Hinata said as he was face to face with a man with long hair reaching almost to his waist, dressed in a tight fitting black suit, wearing a disatisfied expression on his face. For a moment Hinata thought he was literally hallucinating Kamukura again, or even worse that other boy had been summoned to this city as an entity separate from himself. 

Hinata recognized a familiar look in his eyes. Perhaps he was just projecting because the man in front of him looked so similiar to his past self. Once he thought he saw it though, Hinata kept following his gaze.

Because of that an awkward moment was created. That man just wanted to walk by and Hinata kept getting in his way. “I’m sorry to suddenly ask this but is something wrong...?” Hinata had many talents but super high school level empathy was not one of them so he had to try his best to understand. “You kind of look like everything is wrong.”

[keiisho]

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Music - enchanted, of course, but enchanted nonetheless. It was not anything he was used to, but something his travels in this place had made him privy to. Even prior to the peace between kingdoms he was able to move with (relative) ease. So he was familiar enough with the concept that many races were able to manipulate with simply their own form-given functions.

His beastkin escort was drinking at the local tavern, enjoying the lilt of the voice of whomever was speaking to the innkeep. What seemed to be art materials lay in the corner.

Vague recognition crossed his features, and as they were in primarily beastkin territory, he cleared his throat, speaking up. 

“Must be nice, to be able to wander freely now that a temporary truce is in place.” The night was coming quickly, and he placed his glass on the table with a thunk. “I presume you’ll be staying in this place, then? The Reapers will be out in full force soon enough.”

[gildedusurper]

@sephirahisms  || E: THE FANTASIA WAR P1 || STARTERS o3

     What more can be done during this whole affair? He has his plots; his ideas to overtake each and every throne now known to him, but with what army? What weaponry? Only his might and some meager magic of his. Nothing more.

     As much as it excites him to be in a setting he’s familiar with, he’s... Lost.

     There isn’t much purpose without the castle he calls home, but at the very least he can distract himself - distance his mind from the current issue at hand - ignore the absolute terror he felt just hours before all this began to take place.

     If there’s one thing he misses more than anything, it was shoes.

     Feeling mud on his feet as he wanders just far enough from Xalphina to see it in the distance, King Knight struggles to find anything worth collecting aside from some pleasant looking flowers nearby the thin rivers. It isn’t until someone close by catches his attention that he stops storming about alongside the rivers edge.

“ If you’re here to preach about your fancy little kingdom you live in, consider this a warning for you to find someone else to bother. ”

[smolstabastard]

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“This is getting out of hand.” Robin grumbled, having to chase down a black balloon that seemed to have spotted new target. As he ran, he pulled out a dart that he’d acquired from a game, taking aim. It wasn‘t easy, especially since it was just as fast as he was, if not more so since it was a balloon.

“You there! Duck!” he ordered to the man. He didn’t necessarily want to accidentally injure this man in an attempt to keep him safe from the balloon.