#susserose

[regemverum]

@susserose​ // starter

Ardyn’s back is turned when he hears someone close behind him. He turns, slowly, a little smile upon his face. “Hello,” he greets with a downward flourish of his hat. “Are you lost?”

[volontedacier]

     // @susserose​  |  Starter Call

          “The museums here are quite... peculiar, don’t you agree?“ The Count had come to see what sort of history this island felt compelled to preserve for the ages here at one of their museums. So many pieces of art, various depictions of beings many residents didn’t even know about... Surely these exhibits have plenty of worth to the native residents, but nothing more. And the questions wandering around his mind were now being parted with a stranger-- maybe one that would humor his curious thinking.

          ”There’s so much history here of one culture... yet most of this must be truly foreign to ones like us, brought here against our will. Our predicament here is hardly even comprehensible... but there may be some sort of value that can be gained by learning of these people’s past-- knowledge to prepare us for the future. Ah, but perhaps that is a fool’s errand that leads to nowhere... What say you, stranger?”

[isolaradiale]

just pairing down my list of muses since i have less freetime than i did before--might i please drop karren von rosewald (housed in apartment 367) and juuzou suzuya (housed in apartment 319) ; both are from tokyo ghoul

They’ll both be dropped for you!

– ⋆ capella!

[affidabilli]

@susserose​

“Damn, I’m going to have to do better next time. You must know a lot about the area to bring in a haul like that.” Leonie’s expression is an open book mixture of envy, awe, and thoughtfulness. She’s referring to what Kanae is carrying; though not obvious to the eye, the smell was a dead giveaway. Did they secure that in just a morning? How early were they up? Did the fauna here obey the same rules as back home? She couldn’t imagine why they wouldn’t considering much of it was similar, but for some reason this person seemed to have better luck of it than she had had. 

...no, it wasn’t luck. Luck had very little to do with anything, and saying otherwise was an insult. No, there was something else at work here. Why get so much for just one person? Was this guy feeding a family?  

“Those are some expensive hunting clothes, too. What’s the point of worrying about appearances if you’re just going to get dirty anyway?” 

[sterrenlied]

🎶 | @SUSSEROSE // STARTER CALL

✧*:･ﾟ| IT has been quite some time since he toyed with the guitar; piano has always been his instrument of choice, yet the romanticism of the classical guitar is not something that he liked to ignore either. If he could, he'd learn to play scores of instruments, but for now, hands settle upon just the two. A SOOTHING hum under his breath, accompanying the floating and dancing of his fingers across strings. Out of touch, perhaps, but not without talent.

[quickbow]

❝Move, move!❞ Scrambling away from the Lake of the Koi’s shore, Sera yelled out in case anyone was unfortunate enough to be in her running direction. She couldn’t tell how many people—if any—were in the vicinity thanks to the thick fog that covered the area, but she wasn’t keen on stopping until she was safe from her pursuer.

She dared to look over her shoulder for the monster, only to have her body collide with something solid ahead. With a forced exhale, she scrambled to stay balanced and let her wide eyes land on the person she’d tumbled into.

❝Tits—I said move! I’m not being demon-chow!❞ she cursed and pushed at the stranger before sparing a quick glance behind and spotting her humanoid attacker growing closer.

@susserose​

[fleurteller]

✧.  @susserose​  ( sc )

          “My favorite flowers are sylleblossoms. Have you heard of them, by chance? I have been looking for signs of them but have found no such luck yet.”

[ccgsking-blog]

@susserose​ // x

The museums are quite fascinating, he has to admit. There’s a lot of free time on his hands -- something he is most definitely not attuned to having -- and as such he figures perusing different exhibits will do well to ease his boredom. He’s left his weapon at home, having figured that even if he were to face a ghoul a wooden sword would do nothing to help him.

Pondering this fact he wonders how and when he will get his quinque again, and he doesn’t notice as another man stands next to him close enough to touch. Arima turns and takes in the sight; he’s of slightly below average height, average build, and he has quite the sense of fashion. Arima takes all this information, processes it, and immediately goes on to think of other things. That is, until he notes the look of concentration on the other’s face.

“Are you familiar with this work?” Arima asks, polite. He’s not at all knowledgeable about Spirale art or history. Perhaps he can be enlightened. “You seem impressed.”