#sho 01

[kingservant-blog1]

@punsheathed

despite his best efforts to maintain a certain level of calm, this whole situation is beginning to wear on sir bedivere. three, four days he has been here, each with a fresh round of distractions and complications, and even a knight with patience enough to last more than a thousand years might begin to fray at the edges. this is not to say that he is upset--he is in a peaceful place, his king within reach, his search concluded--he is overjoyed. but he is also worn thin, and tired in a way he has not been for a long time, and his muscles are straining with nervous energy.

this is what brings him out so far, to a frozen glade just inside the edge of the forest, sword in hand. it is a sturdy blade, but his strength has been in his silver arm, not his weaponry, and that is what spurs him to spar with invisible figures--airgetlam has no worth here. he needs to be certain he can protect the king of knights. if something were to happen because he depended on his noble phantasm too much--oh, he would never be able to bear it.

and he is not being quiet, yelling his frustrations with each swing of the blade, and maybe that is what draws the attention of another. it takes him too long to notice the presence on the periphery--sloppy, incompetent--and when he does he whirls to face them, breathless, the look on his face somewhere between divine wrath and startled rabbit.

“you--in king arthur’s name, i demand you name your business!”

[hairbeat-blog1]

@swordedaffair

Sunny made a noise between a sigh and a snarl as he tried to sort through the rubble that had overtaken a great deal of the Club Euphoria’s building. Since most of the actual business was in the lower floors, the damage probably wasn’t as bad as it looked. Still, with the walls crushed, the door gone, and the sign halfway across the street, it was clear they wouldn’t be opening for a while. And just when a paycheck would have been nice, damn.

He gripped a chuck of concrete with his feelers, wincing again at how heavy it felt, an painful reminder that his full strength was one again stolen from him. The same could be said of his senses, though that didn’t register before he carelessly threw the slab away in a fit of rage. The thing slammed to the ground near a passerby, though whether it hit or not, Sunny couldn’t tell. 

“Whoops.” Sunny said plainly.

[junesbomber-blog]

@swordedaffair || starter call

This guy... Yosuke doesn’t like the look this guy is giving him. It’s a little too knowing, like they’ve met and Yosuke just forgot, but he knows that’s not the case. He wouldn’t forget him.

“What are you staring at?” he asks, perhaps a bit more aggressively than he means to.

[dysastral-blog]

The streets were decimated here and the rich smell of smoke came with the breeze. Kaito’s phone had long since died, leaving him alone wandering in the moonlight. Whatever was burning off in the distance, the fire was small enough that the glow didn’t reach him. The lack of electricity made things more dangerous. His eyesight was 20/20 but he was no predator. He kept his ears open despite the ringing in his head, he didn’t know who was out here. 

He had no means of warding off any symptoms that plagued him. No way of keeping his fever at bay or his chest from aching. Each breath was a chore and walking was a strain. He wandered in search for Gonta, Maki, and Kiibo. His friends were with him before, but now, who was to say? Would they even still call him ‘friend’ after what he had done? 

What brought him out of his thoughts was a feeling, his gut giving him warning that something felt off. Agitated and unwell, Kaito had little patience, “If you’re looking to steal my wallet you can fuck right off.”

[inabancho-blog]

@swordedaffair

How many times had he been dropped into another world, now? More than enough to last him the rest of his lifetime, he thinks, but at least this place was a lot more organized than the TV World he’d fought to gain even a sliver of understanding of.

In fact, it paled in comparison, but he’d long ago grown used to adapting to new environments in a short amount of time. The one thing he hadn’t gotten used to, however, was suddenly being cut off from all of his friends. 

He’d figure this out. He had to. Yu was sure that for now his team of classmates could get by without him, but...

He pulled his thick, woolen coat closer to his body. The biting cold reminded him all too well of their absence.

At least he wasn’t the only one waiting at the bus stop. Yu contemplated greeting the redheaded boy sitting nearby, gauging him; he seemed more than a little distracted, enough to warrant leaving him be.