#underworldxescort

[militarities-blog]

@underworldxescort

There was something to be said about luck. It certainly seemed to be an ability of it's own; and apparently an ability that Kinoshita held in spades. Well if today was anything to go by. Being trapped in another world should have by far been a frightening experience. Well, not that  Kinoshita would have been too phased by it in the first place. The situation seemed to roll off of his shoulders, concern dissipating with ease.

There was even less concern when he had met Saeki, a fellow escort. That meant that there was little to worry about in this world, at least in regards to being completely alone. There may have been concerns back home if many of them had gone missing. For a while, Kinoshita was content to wander around with a single bottle of alcohol pressed to his lips. At the rate he was going, he'd need more than just one bottle. This was the third sector he had started to take a look at. The interest was slowly wearing off and it was beginning to feel repetitive. Each sector had their own sights and own intrigues of course. But it was losing interest quickly. There was no way that his mind was going to remember all of this anyway.

He continued to down the contents of his bottle. It was half gone when he felt something familiar. The man's eyes widened slightly for a moment as he glanced over his shoulder. And that was where his luck kicked in. A familiar person was standing behind him, and the escort had to admit he was surprised. How long had Kirishima been there!? He hadn't even noticed.

"Kirishima!?! Don't just go sneaking up on people." The man scolded though his voice didn't hold any anger or annoyance. "What are you doing? Looking for a drink?" He offered the bottle to the other escort with a growing grin.

[devorabit]

🔫

{ Send “🔫” to hold my muse at gunpoint }

     It seemed he’d been caught red-handed -- and nearly literally so.

     Arms raised, Lecter turned to face the stranger, a silent intake of breath following so that he may take in the other’s scent. He smelled.. different. Surprisingly unappetizing, almost as though he had already joined the dead. Knowing the crowd Hive City tended to attract, Hannibal wouldn’t have been surprised if that were indeed the truth. 

     Russet hues darting over the other’s form, a strangely modest smile twitched to the doctor’s visage. “It seems you caught me at an inconvenient moment.” He was in the middle of creating art; a corpse laid behind him, limbs splayed -- prepared to be arranged in a more unique way. Hannibal intended to provide meaning with said act.

     “If you would kindly lower your gun.. I’d gladly explain.”

[mogequeen]

Ai Yai Yai, Where’s My Samurai?

“Moge-ko’s huuuungry!”

Said the catgirl as she laid on a ‘bed’ after a long day. She’d spent hours playing and playing and playing more. So now, the cat girl’s stomach was empty, and she needed to find a way to fill it up. However, unlike in the castle, there wasn’t any prosciutto around everywhere here.

So, on her new found mission to find food, she stepped down off her ‘bed’. However, her first step was partially still on the ‘bed’ and with a crunch and a squish, it burst, splattering her foot with a red liquid.

The ‘bed’ of course was a pile of the people she’d been ‘playing’ with. There was now just one less head in the pile.

However, with the approaching of footsteps, she looked up. Had things turned around for her? Was someone here to bring her the food she wanted? Moge-ko got excited just at the thought of it.

“Hey hey, do you have food for Moge-ko? Hm? Dooo yoooou? You’ve got a looot of prosciutto Moge-ko bets! Hey hey do you have macaroons too? Moge-ko looooves macaroons you know! Moge-ko’s reaaaally hungry, so you should give them to here right away!”