#temporcl

[petaltrail]

              ❛   --- Those sounds again...    ❜

        ACCORDING   to her non-Scroll Scroll, which somehow still functioned just fine... The last time everything had gone crazy, it had lasted a little over six hours. Maybe closer to eight... ?  Just as before, the landscape changed with the same amount of stubbornness as those random floaters that occasionally clouded your vision --- right in your periphery, shifting and darting away as soon as you looked. Within moments, Spirale had become a cold, abandoned wasteland once more --- the sirens that had punctuated its return abruptly silent. Her weary sigh leaves her in a short burst, a visible cloud of air due to the drop in temperature. 

        She doesn’t have much time to dwell on it, though, as a low rumble immediately catches her attention. Whatever these monsters are, they seem more restless than before --- and one with particularly shiny fangs was making a beeline for what must have been the only other sign of life in this place. The shock of white hair initially makes her think of Ragna, but it isn’t near spiky enough --- and odds are they don’t have the means to take on what they can’t even see.    

              ❛   DUCK --- !   ❜   Ruby shouts as she launches into action. A considerably tame warning considering she lands promptly on the creature’s back, Crescent Rose’s blade making quick work of its head --- abnormally-large teeth and all. 

@temporcl​ // EVENT : SIGNAL.

[sterrenlied]

🎶 | @TEMPORCL // STARTER CALL

✧*:･ﾟ| THOUGH no intention on his part to seem desensitized to the carnage, but already prone to snapping, he is, as if the BLEAK future is too much to handle. Fingers laced under his chin, body elevated a few feet off the ground as per the usual, where STARLIGHT EYES flicker off into the vast expanse of space. He's always wondered what a dying universe could look like, and now he's witnessing it. Now he's hearing such a HARSH MELODY.

❝STRANGE, isn't it?❞ A tilt of his head QUIRKED at a peculiar angle, sharp lines all but cutting into him. ❝How everyone sees something DIFFERENT. I've prescribed to the notions of alternate universes … ❞ seen them in a blink of an eye ❝But to witness them … even in such an offhand manner, it could be too much for some.❞

[florablade]

❊ @temporcl​

          ❛  I’m sorry, I’ve never heard of...Texas, you said? Where is that exactly ?  ❜

[killerjawline]

@temporcl

Jack wasted no time in getting out into this brand new world as soon as he’d been escorted to his housing. He wasn’t keen on sharing a house with one other person, much less three. At least he assumed he had three roommates? He saw four bedrooms, but no one was home. He’d decide if he wanted to “evict” them when he got home later, he supposed. He’d taken off a couple layers before he’d left, leaving him with just his Hyperion sweater, well-fitting jeans, and sneakers. Aaaand this shoddy gun, of course. Maybe he could find something better while out that he wouldn’t have to beat someone to death with for it to be effective. That’d come after he got something to eat, though. He was starving. Did dying make you hungry? Or was he so friggin’ pissed before dying that he forgot to eat? Ducking into the nearest restaurant, he didn’t care what it was as long as he could get something fatty and filling to eat. Lo and behold luck seemed to be on his side, as this place seemed like a little-bit-nicer-than-fast-food sit down restaurant. Jack wasn’t sure what time of day it was, but he sure couldn’t get past the doorway due to a giant fucking line, huh? That wouldn’t do. Pushing his way all the way up to the front of the line, with audible distaste from everyone he shoved and inevitably ignored, he set his eyes on the first practically unoccupied table he saw. Some kid sitting there alone? Nice! More room for Handsome Jack.

There was no wait for acknowledgment or permission as Jack slid into the booth in-front of Dave. ❝ Hey kiddo, hope you don’t mind me sitting here. ❞ He grabbed a menu from behind the condiments. ❝ Who am I kidding? Of course you don’t! I’m practically doing you a favor. ❞ His nose was buried in the menu without a care. What an asshole.

[uraabity]

@temporcl

“ Hey, uh... do you know how to get back to the Cotes Ward? I got lost. “

[hakkyoken]

starter - @temporcl 

Nanao was lost at Archimedes, she can’t even find her way to return back home. Aimlessly wandering took her here as a newcomer. His fashion seemed a bit common to the human world but seeing people wearing shades? She remembers Tetsuzaemon, Sajin’s lieutenant.

Asking on how to come back is nice.

“Pardon me, do you know on how to return to Fibbo.. whatever it called?”

[hiercs]

Kakyoin knows a lot, perhaps not a whole lot in the grand scheme of things, but he knows enough to keep himself relatively occupied and easily distracted when he needs to be. He picked his battles and chose art and video games, and while both can be frustrating at times, there’s enough creative outlet behind them that indulging feels rewarding and freeing all at once. 

He needs the distraction now more than ever, but he doesn’t have a single sketchbook or console to his name. That, in and of itself, feels annoying in a way that makes him feel a bit immature, but he decides he’s allowed these thoughts, just for a little while. The last video game he played was a racing game he didn’t necessarily care for all that much played during a life or death situation, after all.

At the very least, he’s able to keep himself occupied in a gaming and comic book store that’s blessedly cool from the too hot weather. He browses guides and trivia books if only to get a basic feel of what’s out there so he knows what might interest him when he can finally figure out a way to start buying things. That is if he ends up staying here long enough, he’s not really sure why he’s here in the first place. Another piece of information he can unpack later. 

“Flareon is the only fully-evolved fire-type Pokémon that cannot learn solar beam.” He recites, not exactly word for word from the book he’s picked up because it’s full of names close enough to know what’s being referenced but not really; Kakyoin has played enough of said game to know the resemblance to be uncanny. “This is absolute,” bullshit he wants to say, but this is a family-friendly store. “nonsense.” He settles on after a beat and sigh; more in reference to the overall situation, really. // @temporcl

[tagor-gor]

@temporcl

I...

Are you wearing sunglasses at night?

[ Of course he knew the answer, he could see it with his own uncovered eye! ]

You look insanely stupid.  Get help.

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