#sombra001

[bewareforswear-a-blog]

@empactivating​ ( isola event starter )

Paint dripped from her fingertips in glowy drops, splattering down around her feet as her hand continually pressed the nozzle of her spray can in imitation of the woman next to her. Under the cover of darkness, with only a few stray beams of moonlight to assist their activities, they finished tagging the very public, very central cluster of corporate buildings. Mal didn’t fully understand what this own do, or how it was supposed to help but Sombra seemed to have knowledge Mal wasn’t privy to, which uneased the teen. She liked to be in the know, but Sombra wasn’t someone she was willing to antagonize so freely. There was a kinship here that Mal craved and she wasn’t about to give the woman cause to abandon her.

“So,” The teen stepped back from her work and rejoined Sombra. “When do I get the glowy makeup?” It looked amazing on the woman, and Mal had been admiring it all night.

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@empactivating subverted expectations (pun game still stronk)

The Feral hisses as she leaped across a railing, holding the plastic bag full of food containers. Were these gotten legitimately? Of course not. Was she really that caring about that aspect? Definitely not so. Especially given the only reason she’d taken this specific bag was because the person currently chasing her had thrown a rock when they thought she wasn’t looking. A quick slash of her claws and a grab later, now Nadia was hiding in a back-alley as she awaited them to pass. 

After a moment, she checks her plunders and immediately scowled. There was only some takoyaki and fries. So yet another day she wouldn’t be eating that much.

“Mrow, this is a cat-tastrophe..” she murmurs, sliding against the wall and plopping to the cold asphalt below. A meal was a meal. If only she could actually get a job...