#seventhsanctum

[deviantcoffeeboy]

@seventhsanctum //Yes He can dance! Haha!

[mandysxmuses]

@seventhsanctum liked for a starter with Armadia! (aND I SEE A BAYONETTA HOLY SHIT SO OF COURSE I’M GOIN’ WITH THAT hope that’s okay)

These abilities, which she had longed for, were now beginning to seem like a curse. ... No, curses were much easier to control when she first found she had that ability ... this was more akin to summoning, when at first she was accidentally creating absolutely useless blobs and monstrosities when trying to summon something intentionally. Why she was better at winging it than purposely putting thought into things was still a mystery ... still, the demon eventually got hold of summoning.

But how long would this take?

Walking around like a hallucinogenic chameleon wasn’t exactly preferable to being invisible, but if she chose to hide, she would not be able to interact with clients!

So, for once, she had to start wearing some real clothes as opposed to ones she composed herself. Armadia had stolen a very large black cloak and hood to cover her head, and a dark facial mask that would cover... well, the entirety of her face.

It felt much safer walking around like this... less insecure.

-- Wait, who was this?

She’d spent so much time self-reflecting that she hadn’t even noticed that woman passing by. ... And it was rather creepy how Armadia sniffed at the air, trying to determine if she was human, but with the scent being filtered incorrectly with that damn mask. Granted, it was all stolen, so she couldn’t determine where this fabric had been ... still, through what she could see, this woman at least took very good care of herself.

Perhaps up and murdering her wasn’t the best course of action to take yet. Tempting, but not the best course of action.

Armadia approached her, clearing her throat before asking, “Woman! I should like to know where I have stumbled upon. ... Thhhaaaank you. That’s -- that’s proper, right? Thank you.”

[theseventhsanctum]

11/29/2017

[stevensavage]

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[atemamun]

Soo...

I was playing Duel Links the other day as Joey Wheeler, and beat Kaiba...

Best part is, I didn’t even take any damage, because I managed to summon Red eyes by turn 3! 

So then @seventhsanctum and I started talking and came to the conclusion if this really happened, Kaiba would go crying home to Mokuba, and get SO drunk!

Like the poor man probably would get drunk to the point he wouldn’t even know his name by the end of the night, and would just keep demanding Roland/Isono keep giving him more alcohol!

Headlines the next morning would be as follows:

‘Seto Kaiba hospitalized of alcohol poisoning 3am this morning. Sources say he’ll make a full recovery’

‘Kaiba Corp. stocks plummet as news and conformation of Seto Kaiba’s loss to infamous 3rd rate duelist, Joey Wheeler, hits the U.S.’

‘Mokuba Kaiba takes temporary control over Kaiba Corporation Until Seto Kaiba’s recovery.’

Followed several days later by:

‘Rumors of Seto Kaiba hiring a shrink confirmed.’

‘Seto Kaiba states in press conference he will be taking a break from dueling to ‘re-evaluate his strategies.’

‘Yugi Mutou had no comment on the current situation regarding Seto Kaiba’s recent loss.’

[leaveyourhead]

@seventhsanctum(Travis Touchdown) encounters Shimazu Toyohisa

Being a bounty hunter has its benefits, getting heads and money! All the while..this is an occupation he does best and most enjoyed.

Time to go work!

“Leave your heads here!” He told the minions of his prey as he cuts down them before they get the chance to land a hit on him. The henchman has no way to stop his onslaught so they fled, leaving their boss at the hands of this Shimazu man for the sake of their own lives. It matters not as Toyohisa leaps at the boss as if he was death itself, he slashes downward on his prey as he had his head off his shoulders!

Blood spill out onto the ground! Then the man grabs the head and claims victory!

[pumpupblonde-movedagain-blog]

@seventhsanctum

 throws something at them. “ Boo.” 

[deviantcoffeeboy]

Closed Rp | @seventhsanctum

The night had started out pretty calm.  Jimmy’s bar was still closed to Androids, so Hank had decided to drag Connor along to a different bar on the other end of the city.

‘Freddy’s Bar & Restaurant’

It was an interesting place, that looked like it hadn’t updated since the early 2020′s, and the bartender was an elder gentlemen, who Connor easily noted was indeed ‘Freddy’.

The Android was pulled from his observations when he heard Hank let out a surprised gasp, and saw the lieutenant go over to a stranger clad in red, with a guitar bag strapped on his back.

A quick scan of the mans face left Connor quite Confused.

‘Tony Redgrave’ -Deceased 

“DANTE! You Still eating nothing but Pizza & Strawberry Sundays I see!” Hank laughs, patting the silver-haired man on the shoulder. “Haven’t seen ya in years! Not since Morison Retired! Let me Buy ya a drink!”

From there, the three had gotten to know each other a bit over several drinks, Hank filling Dante in about Connor being an Android, and a deviant, like most of the other Androids at this point, and how He’d taken Connor in to live with him while they both still worked for the DPD.

Connor chose not to ask about the man’s strange file, and let it slide. Perhaps he’d ask another day...

That’s when things got crazy. He’d insisted it not possible, yet the other two men seemed to be dead set on the challenge.

“Hey Anderson! Let’s get the Kid Android Drunk!” “Mister Dante.. I can’t.. I’m not designed to become intoxica- “Oh come on Connor, Live a little!” “HANK!?...Fine, but Don’t say I didn’t warn you both!”

And as expected, Connor was the last one standing, Hank having passed out almost an hour ago. Which was fine, The waitress, An energetic brunette on rollarskates named Cindy, had carefully helped Connor lower him into an empty booth for the time being, since Connor could take him home later.

Dante however, was a different story... By Closing time, there was no way Connor was letting the man leave alone with how unsteady he was.

Gently pushing him back down onto his bar stool, Connor snatched the phone from Dante’s coat pocket, and had to blink in shock at what came out onto his hand. ‘A flip-phone!?! They stopped making these back in the early 2000′s!... It’s 2039 now... Wow! This has to be antique!’

“Ah- Sit tight Mister Dante, I’m gonna call someone to come get you.. A Taxi just isn’t enough.. You’re far to intoxicated to go home alone.. And I can’t leave Hank here.”

Scrolling through the small amount of contacts that the man had, he spotted one that stood out. 

‘Nero’ Was listed as a family member. Seeming like the best choice to pick, Connor dialed the number, waiting patiently for someone to pick up on the other end.

“Hello, is this Nero? My name is Connor, I’m with a Mister Dante at Freddy’s Bar. I’m sorry to bother you, but he is in terrible need of an escort.”