#sweetretribution

[prxmrosx]

@sweetretribution

"...!" She's never seen another person at her height. They're just an inch apart from each other, but still. She had always--well, okay, maybe she won't keep staring. She knows how she can feel. Clearing her throat, Hanabi puts on her best smile and says,

"You're short like me!" Okay, so maybe that could have gone so much better. She can feel the heat rise on her face and ears. Fuck.

"hahaahah! I MEAAAAAN I like your eyes!" Even worse.

[gungnirclad]

ƒ. Besides some new shops, Pearl Street looked... the same. Easily the part of Golden Ward that she least liked. Aside Crimson Lane. That day was overcast and windy, the perfect one to remain back at her lodgings but was nature really expecting to keep Hibiki Tachibana at bay with something as feeble as weather? Not in a hundred years.

Her sight was fixated on the one walking in front of her. A really... Really petite woman carrying an umbrela as if... As if she were expecting to rain? Or maybe it was an accesory thing? She had seen people like that back in Harajuku. Still, wasn't it uncomfortable to carry something like that all the time? Especially today that you had to struggle against the wind. Well, she didn't get the people who would wear high heels all the time either. Isn't it just more comfortable to wear simple shoes?

Whoa, that was a strong wind.

Anyway, sacrificing everything for fashion seemed so drast-

Whoa, that umbrella was suddenly getting quite close to- ❝ E-EHH?! ❞ Her face. ❝ MGMMHM...! ❞ Nice involuntary catch.

@sweetretribution

[aurachevalier]

When the vision finally ends, Jaune stumbles backwards with his breath caught in his throat; grasping at the nearest surface to save himself from collapsing to the ground. His chest heaves, eyes wide as he can feel his knees buckling beneath his weight-- letting his head hang heavy as the images play in his memory over, and over again.

What.. was that? Was that actually real? When he saw those drifting lights hanging in the air, he thought.. he never thought they'd contain something like this. He was reminded, at first, of the liminal space where he and the others had fell-- illuminated by remnants of magic, watching them slip between his fingers as he plummeted through nothingness.

But these.. weren't the same. Not at all. They held something that Jaune was physically able to feel as one fell into his palms this time-- the hurt, the anger, the unbridled rage of the person it belonged to still pulsating in his veins. Though he was too disoriented at first to realize what he was witnessing-- once more in Vale, fighting for his life to keep his friends and Beacon safe-- the hat that appeared in his hands gave away the identity of who he was supposed to be, finally lifting his head to find her visage watching him from the shadows; revealed by the light that escaped his grasp.

And the sight of her-- it made Jaune sick. Wrought with disgust not only over the misplaced hatred she had of someone he cared for so dearly.. but over the fact that her feelings over Cinder almost mirrored his own.

"Neo..!"

☽☽*; – ( @sweetretribution )

[einsamkalte]

@sweetretribution / starter call.

❅ : what exactly are you supposed to feel when face-to-face with a sworn enemy that has lost their reason to live? weiss tries to remember all their encounters with neo, and the memories are all colored with a calmed fury, the fire cooled by the passing of time. now, looking at this girl, she only feels pity... pity, and uncertainty. what will she do? there is no tree here to remake herself within, and this world as she remembers it is harsh and unforgiving all the same.

'what do you plan to do now?' there's no anger in it; her words are calm and level, even as she stares down the mute woman before her.

[isolaradiale]

Everything should be in order! Acting on prior reserve, here's Neopolitan from RWBY! Application is under the "Application" link in the sidebar or at /app.

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Neopolitan!

You will be housed in TOWNHOUSE 224.

You will retain your aura to protect yourself from minor wounds up to five times daily and receive a hello kitty umbrella.

– mod pleiades.

[isolaradiale]

Mistakes are made! Let's try and avoid them this time around- reapping as Neopolitan from RWBY after having been lost in the activity check.

Welcome back to spooky Isola Radiale, Neo!

You will be housed in TOWNHOUSE 207.

You will retain everything from your previous stay.

REMINDER: Because you were removed in an activity check, you have one week to make two eligible in-character posts or your character will be considered inactive once more.

Enjoy your captivity! :)

– andromeda ☆

[petalbursting]

⠀⠀⠀❛ ⠀... Is this weird ?⠀ ❜⠀⠀A⠀question posed to no one in particular is also posed too late; after all, she's already stepped out of the bakery with several Zwei-shaped gingerbread and she can't just not eat them. It's... probably fine. After all, people make cute things out of food all the time and eat them all the same ! That's about all the justification she requires in her time of need, already unwrapping one with a single resolute nod. ⠀❛ ⠀I just won't eat them around Zwei— Mm... ?⠀ ❜⠀

⠀⠀⠀Neopolitan was standing mere feet away, hot cocoa in one hand and a... somehow familiar-looking headless cookie in the other. Maybe the real kindness would be to just pretend she never noticed her and keep walking — it's difficult to know just what a person knew or didn't know in this place, and with her especially, that's a big gamble. Ruby recalls an anonymous gift left on her doorstep during her last visit, though, and decides against her first instinct. Her second instinct is to edge closer, holding out one of the gingerbread Zweis still wrapped in cellophane.

 ⠀⠀⠀❛ ⠀Hey... Want one ? If you move it left and right, it makes it look like he's winkiiiing.⠀ ❜⠀Yeah, that'll sell it.

⤷⠀⠀@sweetretribution : s.c.

[petalbursting]

Answering the ring of the doorbell to Ruby’s current home would see a box laid upon the doorstep. Its lid was a clear plastic displaying the contents- a small, spookily-decorated ice cream cake! On top of the box lay a card that read “Happy Birthday Ruby” in neat cursive letters. There was no signature.

⠀⠀⠀❛ ⠀Hmm...⠀ ❜⠀ONE⠀might think a slight aversion to eating or drinking random stuff was in order after her and her friends' latest adventure (mis-adventure ? … no, adventure ), but trepidation had no place on a girl's birthday. She spent quite a bit of time studying the card, although there was nothing really there to study aside from the obvious message. Well — that and... whoever it was had beautiful handwriting. She could never get the hang of that fancy cursive stuff... But if they're already going through the trouble of writing a card, why not sign it ?

⠀⠀⠀Ruby only realizes it's an ice cream cake when she notices signs of it thawing through the clear material of the lid, which makes her let out some sort of unidentifiable ( but very sharp and pitiful ) squawking sound as she ushers the cake indoors. When she's shutting the door behind her with her foot, the answer hits her with an abruptness that has her back leaning against the wood.

⠀⠀⠀It's an ice cream cake.

⠀⠀⠀❛ ⠀... Ohhh. Huh...⠀ ❜⠀The card wasn't signed because they didn't want to sign it, obviously. She was genuinely taken aback by the realization, but... Where most would experience suspicion or dread, she feels warmth. She can't explain or justify why she views the gift with optimism, only that she does — and she doesn't plan on mistrusting her gut feelings ever again. She'll eat every bit of this cake, and until the sender's ready to show themselves... Well, she'll just act none the wiser.