#strngetales

[zagubionywilk]

             >> ⚔️ <<                 ❝       I CAN SEE YOU.    smell you even.   those swords are mine and aren’t    yours    to take.         ❞                   one warning only,   and a strong one at that.

@strngetales​ liked for a starter    !!

[oblivionlotus]

“They are real, they are of our time, and they are here, close by, stalking us as we sleep.“

bram stoker’s dracula … SENTENCE STARTERS

She lay on her stomach, legs folded upwards, and chin resting on her folded arms. She gazed at Curious as they completed the ghost story they were telling, and the ending did send a chill along Leto’s spine as she listened, wide-eyed and invested.

A moment of silence passed before she smiled. “That was better than mine; well done!” She sat up, glancing around as her hands searched through the grass; sadly, all that could be found was a small snail. Yet she held it aloft, solemnly.

“I beshtow this small gift; let all who see it know that you are the greatesht tale-teller,” she stated before holding the snail out for Curious to take.

[composer-of-the-night-moved]

“It’s awfully warm for fall, isn’t it?”

     Erik glances down in surprise at the masked boy standing beside him. The few times he left his underground lair in the black of night, none dared approach him -- especially not a child. But something told him this was not a normal boy.

     “ I suppose so, ” Erik answered lowly, pulling his cloak tighter around his figure. “ Why are you out here, boy? Are you an orphan? ” 

[jcinthedance]

@strngetales​♟||  ❝ there may or may not be a teenager sized shadow sneaking around, attempting to 'take a souvenir'. ❞

      And there were so many things a curious child might want down here! Old and oddly shaped dolls of blonde girls in blue dresses, puppets tangled terribly in their own strings, costume pieces, hat collections, clocks and metronomes that never stop their ticking-- ingenious machines either half done or broken by something-- or someone.   All laid about or hanging from the ceilings.  Here, just under the city, a tiny little slice of... Wonderland.  Or, something trying to be it.      That, and about a dozen things designed to detect unusual activity.

    “ Come out.... Oh won’t you come out..? ”  The man in the tall, tall top hat called out in almost a pout, a teacup in one glove. He knows he saw them. Come, he fights the Bat, he knows a moving shadow when he sees it. However, they seemed almost... small, didn’t they?     “ I just want to have tea with you!  I DO believe in ghosts you know-- if that’s what you are-- and I’m known to be quite friendly with things that aren’t all there~ ”

[atrickofthetoxin-a]

a vial of toxin has mysteriously gone missing

Odd...he keeps his chemicals relatively organized, in stark contrast with the rest of his hideout, although it isn’t unlikely that it’s been stowed away in a pocket or in his gauntlet. Still, it’s enough to set the scientist on edge as he searches.

“I knew it was here...”

[penniesfortheferryman]

      Kharon watches them for a moment, “The good snacks are always on the higher shelves.” He offers, reaching up, easily reaching the top self. His hand coming around a few things that he brings down and holds out to the them.

@strngetales​ // closed.