#starwrittenfates

[mysteriouself]

HP Closed Starter

Platform 9¾ was absolutely bustling with both returning students and new students alike. He himself being the later. This was all very new to him and it was hard not to feel the nerves getting to him. As the train slowly rolled into the station, he watched the loving parents hugging and kissing their children goodbye and tried not to let it get to him that neither of his had shown up to offer the same. They were busy people he had to remind himself and trying to situate themselves in their new home in London after spending so much time traveling around the world wasn't easy. Of course they couldn't be here. It was nothing personal. They'd sent him here to be the best that he could be. No pressure. Sighing he pushed himself up from the bench and boarded the train, finding an empty compartment to settle into. It wasn't all too much longer before the train started moving, pulling out of the station and into the bad weather ahead. He leaned his face into his hand and watched the rain pelt the window. A typical dreary day. Peaceful though in its own way. A motion in his jacket pocket and a small black ball of fuzz popped its tiny head out. The kitten curiously took in his surroundings before reaching forward with playful paws to swat at the raindrops as they rolled down the window. He chuckled quietly and stroked a finger behind one small ear. He knew he probably shouldn't have brought the little fuzz ball along, but it couldn't be helped. Leaving him behind was simply not an option.

[father-yukio]

"My my my~~ indeed, we must truly be entering apocalyptic times in alternate realities." The violet-haired daemon spoke, legs crossed as he sat at his desk, studying and grinning at the brunette-haired woman.

"How does that old saying go again? Something or other about those sleeping in the dust of the earth awakening to everlasting life, and yet others carrying shame of everlasting contempt?" Mephisto questioned, his green eyes piercing into the woman's teal hues in front of him. "As far as the Vatican has been concerned, Miss Egin, not only were you labeled as a witch and afflicted by a spell cast by Father Dearest~~ but treason, as you know, has never been taken lightly by the Vatican. And, indeed, how do you anticipate my explaining your arrival after 22 years have passed since you departed Assiah?" Mephisto grinned, ever eager to hear the woman's reasoning.

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[multiplerickalities]

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Rick trudged into the infirmary, holding his hand over a rather nasty stab wound on his side. He had been trying to break up a fight between some Mortys and ended up getting stabbed. This...really wasn't much of a surprise. It seemed like he was here every other day because of some kind of injury on the job.

"Hey, Diane." Yeah. He was not proud of the fact he was here again. This was like the fourth time this week.

[destination-disobedience]

Closed Starter for @starwrittenfates

For quite some time the hybrid children had been wanting a pet and all too often they would try to make one out of whatever unfortunate critter happened to end up in the building. The longest running unexpecting pet was a tiny frog that Smee had caught and named Herbie. Herbie went almost a week before he was discovered by one of the soldiers when Herbie made a hop-for-it and landed in the mess hall during lunch and was subsequently tossed unceremoniously back into the great outdoors.

Since then Kirsh had made it a mission of sorts to find something for them. While out in New Siam on an errand for Kavalier, Kirsh made an unexpected discovery in a scrap heap and quickly determined that this little one would do just fine.

The one he wanted to introduce it to first was Wendy. She was the eldest, after all, and if she liked the idea of it then the rest of the children would follow. On the off chance that she didn't, however, Kirsh knew that he would not let anything happen to it.

Coming into the main lounge, Kirsh kept the new find behind his back and though his face was calm, he did have a slight bit of excitement at what he was to reveal.

"Wendy, I might have found an acceptable solution to that pet problem you and the children keep talking about," said Kirsh.

He waited to have her attention before he brought his hands from behind his back, showing a small robot that easily sat between the palms of his hands. It gazed up at Wendy with its two eyes and made a series of beeps that definitely were a happy, curious sort of noise.

"He's had some damage but I'm still working on the repairs." A rare smile crossed Kirsh's lips as he looked from the robot to Wendy. "He's a survivor. His name is Oppy."

[assortedtaffies]

@starwrittenfates

"Hi- yes- me- I did. We should get a bunch of us Abels together for one!"

[oliviajanesylvia]

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ׂ╰┈➤ Wendy came up to Olivia, tugging upon her arm like a little child despite now being in a grown up body. She was still trying to get the hang of everything and figure out who she was going to become with this new chance at life. "Hey...are you going to have another sleepover? The others want to know. And is it okay if I invite Joe along?" ─ (from Wendy/Marcy based on that idea of yours! ;D)

Olivia had been getting her notes and everything else under control on her pad, humming a random tune to herself. Things were, more or less, settling down on the Island. Well, as much as it could after all that had been going on. If she was honest, she was ready for a bit of a break from all the work she, Kirsh, and Isaac had been doing with the creatures.

There was a tug on her arm and her humming ceased before turning and seeing Wendy beside her. Smiling, she greeted the girl, "Hey, Sweetie," she greeted before the girl began talking. Tilting her head, she listened, considering her words for a moment.

Hm, a sleepover, huh? It had been a while since they had one of those, hadn't it?

"You know, I was just thinking I needed a break," she smiled softly at the girl, "Why don't we have one tonight? I don't think any of us are all that busy, and I think we could all use some time together to relax and have fun... and of course Joe is more than welcome to join us"

It was sweet, she thought, how they still approached her about these things. She didn't want them to think they had to grow up so fast or to be robots. Everyone needed some time to just... breathe a little, sometimes, "Why don't you tell the others, get all your things together and we'll go to the usual room, I'll get my own things together"

[afriendtoravens]

:: una dolce morte // emiel regis x astarion ancunín // for @starwrittenfates ::

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After everything was said and done, Dettlaff having fled from Toussaint, Geralt had somehow managed to sway Regis. He couldn't abandon his weary witcher. So, in the end, he remained in the beautiful country to fully heal from his resurrection. He stayed. He and Geralt saw quite a bit of one another these days. Regis had even returned to his previous occupation as a barber-surgeon. Having a home of sorts, a base, a place of comforts, came as a realization. It was incredible. It reminded him of Dillingen.

"Who goes there?"

At the present, however, he heard approaching footsteps and turned from the nearby table. Up until a minute prior, he had been alone in his crypt. He carefully set his book aside and tilted his head, keen senses paying the utmost attention to his intruder. He listened to their footfalls, eyes half-closed. Their scent was different from anything he had ever experienced before. Definitely not human, and yet... He was stumped.

"Tell me who you are," he called, careful now. "You're obviously here for a reason." The gait sounded too familiar. He chuckled in spite of himself. Really, he had no need to even lay eyes on the man to prove it. He recognized him. "You've been following me, dear stranger. I've caught sight of you a few times now, out and about in the city. There's no need to hide. Come out of the shadows and face me. It's the polite thing to do."

[uvher]

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// went for adding the vallaslin bc i like to torture myself