#starwritten

[godsought]

@starwritten​ confessed.

day one of grimm attempting to see if godseeker will return his calls

[plasticdetective]

Night shifts at the precinct were quiet, shrouded in an overwhelming sense of surreality, the natural sleep schedule the officers on duty were used to making it difficult for the most to stay awake without the bi-to-hourly trips to the coffee machine set up in the break room. The entire building was quiet, almost abandoned, it seemed, on this particular night - if not for the sound of quiet chatter of the remaining police personnel, attempting to use conversation as a means to stay awake, sharp and alert in case of an emergency.

Frankly, Connor enjoyed this peaceful, almost cozy atmosphere a lot more than the busy buzz of the office during the day. It wasn’t like it bothered him, in particular - he wasn’t equipped with the emotional capability to comprehend such instances as annoyance over a rather loud, noisy work environment. While he had been built to be far superior to his human creators when it came to perceiving sounds, smells and visual stimuli, he could not exactly feel overwhelmed by the amount of information gathered by his sensory hardware. 

Not in the way humans would deem it possible, anyway.

He found himself watching the officers for a moment, wondering if they had noticed him coming out of stasis of his own accord, as busy as they currently were with their conversation.

He could still hear their laughter reverberating in the office space, as he made his way over to the section of the precinct where the holding cells were located. He entered the short hallway lined with tiny rooms, every single one equipped with only a bench for the inmate to rest on, a sink and a tiny toilet, and each closed off with a thick glass wall, too sturdy to allow for a breakout.

He didn’t even bother looking into the first two cells, heading straight to the one at the end of the hall, to find himself peering inside it, standing exactly a step and a half away from the layer of tempered glass, hands clasped behind his back, watching the inmate curiously with his large brown eyes.

Angeline Desmarais. She seemed... calmer now. Unsurprisingly, of course; after a couple of hours, her stress levels would have decreased, one way or another. And yet, for some reason, the android could not help but feel rather... pleased over this particular development. Even relieved, perhaps. 

If... it was possible for him to experience such emotion at all.

How odd.

@starwritten

[abyssel]

@starwritten​:  " i’m sorry – i don’t mean to scare you at all. "  /  from grimm! 

the point of my nail slowly finds its way to the floor. i brace my weight against it and shake my head in distaste. i sheathe it afterwards, though the tension i feel still remains.

next time don’t appear out of nowhere, agitated hands finally sign in response, give some kind of warning. i then gesture to the stage lights he used once before, their addition before was much appreciated. i will give him the benefit of the doubt, my visit was not to declare my hunt for our child’s food over, so i am just as unexpected a presence.

was looking for brumm. i reveal my reason, bestow purpose upon my arrival. haven’t seen him, had a question. i dare not to mention where i had seen him prior, and i trust he was right when he said grimm didn’t know either. it’s a dangerous game i play now, though i never said i needed grimm’s help finding him. judging by how i am the one to feed the child, i don’t think he is keen on finding much of anything.

i spare the tent a few awkward glances, resolving then to meet brumm as promised. where it began... so the cliffs must await me. it feels like so long ago that i found that strange bug. how strangely things had to align to bring this troupe here. it is even stranger to think it could end. at least then grimm wouldn’t be able to surprise me anymore.

[worldsensed]

@starwritten said...

“ you deserve nice things. ” / hornet to hollow!

...do they? 

they thought what they deserved was punishment, for failing in their duties. for a while, they had wondered why hornet had even bothered to save them, instead of leaving them to die; at first they thought it was so they could receive whatever punishment she found fitting, but they know better now. 

there is so much learning they have left to do, but one thing they know by now is that hornet will not hurt them, and does not want them to hurt. 

they look down at the ratty, grimy thing their cloak has become. the sickly sweet smell of infection has been washed from it, but the stains remain, dying what was once pure white an ugly greenish brown. maybe...

maybe they should just trust hornet’s judgement on this. maybe they should believe her, when she says they deserve nice things. she hasn’t steered them wrong yet. 

so they walk over, looking down at the pieces of cloth that hornet’s laid out for them pick from. white and orange were out, reminding them of their father and the radiance respectively. red was hornet’s color- they didn’t to take what was hers. that left a soft green and a bright lavender to pick from; after a moment of contemplation, they tapped the green, then the lavender. 

‘both?’ they signed hopefully. 

( meme / accepting. )

[quick-drawn-a]

@starwritten​ replied to your photo: file name: image62078       ↪ source: bw-wingB-01...

(genji vc) i wanted to get to the seat furthest away from mccree

                    “wh — ”

                              “I ain’t that bad! you’re tellin’ me                     you’d rather sit with the witch?!”

[scuthwinded]

zenyatta: hello-

hanzo:

Z O O M S

[telumviventem]

@starwritten   /   sc.

  technically, she’s still meant to be supervised at ALL TIMES when she’s allowed out of her pen, but jack had gotten distracted with some sort of commander duty and indie, not particularly caring about rules, had managed to sneak away. not having had a chance to explore base ON HER OWN before, she’s kind of excited, sniffing around everywhere she goes and leaving a mess in her wake, if mostly because much of the building is not meant for her size.

at a point, she’s found her way into the blackwatch side of the base. recognizing the symbol she sees everywhere as the one REYES bears on his uniform, the mischievous beast wonders if she might be able to find and harass him a bit. just for some of her own fun. the thought remains in her mind as she noses through the doors to another room, one she understands to be a training room at a mere glance. though it has it’s differences, it’s not all that different from where she does HER training with jack. fewer barriers and protections, though.

talons clacking along the hard floor, indie only takes pause when DARTING movements on the other side of the room catch her attention. not unlike a cat, her head follows the movements attentively and, after a moment or two, she prowls forward with her body lowered in an unmistakable hunting crouch. something so quick, regardless of what it is, will provide a CHALLENGE. not to mention far more entertainment for her than exploration.

[diechotic]

          bloodstained snow crunches underfoot as she follows the trail. she knows it’s a dangerous idea, the possibility of the source being a predator’s fallen prey hanging in the back of her mind, walking into a pursuer’s feeding grounds.

          she pays it no mind, continuing to follow the wounded tracks. the iron on the air keeps her in the present, turning her stomach &. reminding her of the risks. eventually, she comes to realize the source of the blood, eyes tracking the form of a man against the backdrop of the snow.

          “excuse me,” she calls - her wings folding flat against her back, just in case. she doesn’t know if this is the wounded man. “are you hurt? you’re a bit out of the way, out here.”

                                                                                                   @starwritten.