#sparklinghop

[losingmyjustice]

@sparklinghop​ sent;

‘ i’m a laid back person with a ton of anxiety. ’

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"As they say — fake it 'till you make it."

"Well, assuming you want to have a more easy-going nature, anyway. Hats off to you, but the closest I can see myself portraying such is indifference, which is something else entirely."

[gallowsbough]

Yggdrasil and her acquaintance, a man bearing a self-assured sort of gaiety, fill the time with amiable conversation while their meal is prepared.

The day is chilly, but the food is piping hot. Yggdrasil looks down at this collection of unfamiliar foodstuff, some richly colored with flavor, some shiny and wrinkled, and others scarlet with spice. To say nothing of the host of smaller dishes filled with various colored liquids. These appear unassuming, and Yggdrasil examines each of them, wafting the vapors to catch individual scents with the scrutiny of a chemist.

This one is the mildest out of them all. She throws it back.

A moment passes, and she cannot help but furrow her brow as her judgment is proved wrong; it is certainly not mild. Bob, Yggdrasil chimes as she evaluates this... flavor. She does not have the vocabulary to describe it. How is this typically consumed?

— @sparklinghop​  ❀  sc.

[shinnotsuyosa]

Fighting at the combat lounge had become one of Kurogane’s more entertaining jobs that he’d ever picked up before; clearly enjoying the chance to pummel anyone foolish enough to try and challenge him each night he was in the ring. So far, no one had been strong enough to take him down-- though the ninja wouldn’t allow that to go to his head. There was still room for training, and always would be.

With the arena silent and empty for once, Kurogane brandished his wooden sword; using it against a practice dummy that he continued to strike down. Taking a moment to wipe the sweat from his brow however, his attention was quickly taken at the sound of someone entering the room-- narrowing his brow as he turned his head towards the source.

“Who’s there?”

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[ombraventi]

@sparklinghop​

Though he’d long since turned his back on his past as a creature of the forest, Vaati still found himself at peace in places of nature- there were some things that could truly never change. Cotes was nice in that way, pleasant enough that he’d put his house there even. It was easier to relax, to lose himself in the ever familiar sounds of the wind rushing through the trees, to get distracted by the sounds of a human in the midst of training- no, that last part was not right.

His moment of peace rather suddenly brought to an end, Vaati directed a scowl at the person who’d so rudely disturbed him. 

“Honestly, what is it with you humans and training all the time? Don’t people have any consideration for the noise they’re making?”

[breath-of-stone]

@sparklinghop liked for a starter.

There were a few reasons Gyomei didn’t like trains. Chief among them were the constant noises and rumbling of the cars as they moved along the tracks. With senses as sharp as his it was nearly impossible to settle down– maybe he would have grown used to it in time, but thankfully he never had to. For that Gyomei was glad; he preferred to avoid crowded places.

That didn’t quite matter anymore. Since arriving he’d had to go to quite a few more places and interact with quite a few more people than he usually would have. Ascetic wouldn’t exactly describe his previous lifestyle. Reclusive was a better word if you asked him. But in Spirale there were many more people, and little reason for Gyomei to sequester himself away; there was even cause to get familiar with his surroundings, despite his reluctance to do it in the first place. It was just another change in his life he had no say in, and just like with every other it was wiser to adjust himself than to dig his heels in.

The Cotes Ward was an interesting place to be. There was a mystical sense about, stronger in some spots than others, and at times more benign than others. Gyomei had no way of divining anything else about it yet; it had taken him long enough to figure out discerning demons from his world apart from the ones that came from any other world. For now he’d settle for just being able to navigate the place alright. And being able to bear taking the train back to its other side. Gyomei had been pleasantly surprised to find it was much more refined here– though that made complete sense in retrospect. Everything was like that. Night had fallen and the rest of the car was empty for the most part; he kept his hands busy by wringing his beads. Out of habit his head was lowered and shoulders slackened rather than squared. He had a morose air for someone who had only just been out on a casual walk, but there was no helping that.

[mamadayo]

@sparklinghop​ 

     Madara wasn’t usually one to indulge in weight-training, or exercising, or anything, really. He usually broke the machines that he worked on, just from sheer force. He didn’t do it on purpose, he swears!

     He didn’t do it on purpose this time, either. Going out of his way to find a gym to kill some time, maybe pick up a job at the front desk, but they surely wouldn’t hire him now. He still remains in the seat of the broken leg-lift machine, he’s not too sure of the proper name of it, and leans forward, picking up the broken piece.

     “Whoopsy-daisy, guess I had the weight set too looow...”

[ragestaged]

@sparklinghop​

one would’ve thought that chloe would’ve left this life behind after the last week she had spent in arcadia bay; that she had learned her lesson and grown a lot from the experience. and she had! but alone, without someone doting over her, keeping her on track, she was a mess. she had been worse before she had met rachel, and after rachel she hadn’t really given a fuck what could possibly happen to her. of course she had max now, but... well. she had weird feelings about that. max was fine without her and had her own shit going on. who was chloe to interfere? she had already gotten over being angry at max. max had saved her life, and no matter how much chloe needed her, she couldn’t tell her that. not the crawling back, not adding more pressure to fix the fallout of abandonment problem and delinquency she had caused so many years back. no, these were chloe’s problems to bear herself. and she was fucking bad at it. the good thing (to her) was she had gotten her hands on a fake ID which meant fucking bar hopping. definitely a good idea. the pregaming by herself was definitely a good idea too. so there she was in a sports bar (this meant hella chicken wings too, fucks yes), doing tequila shots to her hearts content. tequila happened to make her a little more everything. she wasn’t shitfaced, by definition, but her inhibitions were definitely impaired. which was why she was arm wrestling every motherfucker who would take her in this joint. and she hadn’t lost once so far! a lot of men were having their masculinity challenged tonight and the lot of them weren’t taking it well. she was eating it up.  ❝ C’mon, anyone else want a piece of this? Gonna let a blue haired punk bitch show you big, strong men up? ❞ chloe mocked loudly. everyone was starting to ignore her for a variety of reasons. except one guy she caught looking her way-- not in a particularly interested way, probably just because she was loud-- a larger guy who looked like he could probably be a decent bouncer (if he wasn’t actually the bouncer) and literally pick people up and throw them on the streets. she just got that kind of vibe.  ❝ Hey, you, blond guy! I challenge you! Get your ass over here! ❞ she waved at him and pointed at her arm on the table for emphasis.

[clickwhirr]

sparklinghop said:

“What on earth were you doing out there?”

   She doesn’t have a good explanation. Max watches him, lip curled, and turns a glance in the direction of the hole. The plan had been simple; scope it out, see if there’s anything inside, and jump, consequences be damned. Curiousity, and an admittedly naive idea nursed by the many films she’s seen on time travel and testing the boundaries, that being way before she’d found her own.

   She’d left quickly. Standing by the edge of something you can fall into fosters certain implications -- and Max doesn’t want to give anyone that idea when they look at her.

   “I... don’t know.” What is he doing so close to the centre? Max doesn’t mean to look unfriendly, or distrustful, but she is visibly tensing up in his presence. “Just thought it was a good idea. Apparently not...”