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trenidia said: ((Welp, there goes my heart.)) :3c
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♬ – He found himself in another dream world. Considering his appearance had changed to a more silent form, he was sure it was someone he was a stranger to. He didn’t feel like doing much of anything at the moment, so he only sat on the ground and stared at his surroundings. He only moves to turn his head and stare when the host of the dream world--bright red hair, he notices--approaches him.
「 ...... 」
Skin, mouth?
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As Joker entered through the entrance and into the small cafe, the distinct aroma of coffee could be smelt. Oh, how he loved his days off! Especially when it was a busy city. Mostly because it was brimming with small cafes such as this one.
He was about to walk to the cash desk to order some coffee himself, when something catches his eye. He notices a person who looks…somewhat familiar? His eyes stay on the woman for a moment before tilting his head in thought. It wouldn’t be rude to ask would it? The ringmaster begins to slowly walk towards the table the woman was sitting at, before stopping by the chair opposite her. “Hmm… sorry to ask such a weird question but… do I know ya from somewhere? Ya seem really familiar. ”
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trenidia has entered Cloudbank.
Aimless drifting is better than sinking through the layers of blue. Before the midnight blue above fades to cobalt then azure, Sybil Reisz drifts and lets herself forget how to be human. It’s easier to bask in not having to think for once in her life than having to face the others down below. The wheat rustles in some breeze she no longer feels, sparkling like citrine stones set in gold. She can just imagine such a necklace gracing the outfit of an elite member of society...
The blueness shifts, a faint sparking like the edge of a Trace flashing across her ‘sight.’ Sybil had almost let herself sink downwards; that wouldn’t have been pleasant. Instead she drifts and lets her awareness wander toward the crimson Eye up above.
The body pinned by the Transistor has long since turned into blocks, sucked away by the relentless attrition of reality. Default settings always find a way to achieve dominance. What exists must un-exist, must cease to be with the passing of time. Only the flash of teal and gold from the artifact breaks the pastel shifts of color along the white surfaces. The red Eye, of course, blankly surveys the equally blank sky above from its angle. If Sybil could feel anything, she’d shiver at the completely neutral temperature. There are no settings for Cloudbank now, so it remains in limbo.
A shiver of a current passes over the blade. Something is changing in the air; the breath of the city halts to await... a change?
♧ (I would actually like help on the fold in clothes. Mine always look kind of wonky.)
(okay this is going to be long so word of warning, but here’s the way i learned it and hopefully this helps)