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[spiritucux]

“Faith in the skills of your losers, more like.”

@themooncell​

[popchult-blog]

“Man, this place is huge.” It was something easily marveled upon, the clubs that lined the streets of Shinjuku. Considered one of Tokyo’s seedier districts, it almost felt like a part of Los Angeles, or maybe Rio. Just--different. Alive, somehow. Like all the propriety and polity Japanese were known for was peeled back to the plumes of smoke and bonfires. Finding way to a club, it was times like these that she was grateful for her anonymity on the music scene, her friend in a motorcycle helmet being her for her. 

Waiting to get past the bouncer, Danny peered over the throngs of people and made way into the throbbing pulse of the club. 

“Looks gnarly as fuck, though.”

@manicvoice

[spiritucux]

“... Do we need to come up with a fort?”

@starrymaster​ / @extellamaster​ / @ironwroughthero​ / @ultimatepharaoh​

[spiritucux]

@hopefulmuses​ / /

“Mmn, mou! Ariaaaaaaaaaa! Lenny was being a stupid banana boy again!”

[spiritucux]

@dekirukoto​ / /

“Master, hm, want something to eat? I made some food.”

[spiritucux]

@higaxbana​ / /

“Hey... Uncle? I have a question.”

It seems it’s a question Apollo wants a truthful answer to, but knows that the truth or a lie will hurt regardless. The Archer’s fingers play with his shirt, playing with a hole he had to sew up later, only to stop playing with them. Sitting himself next to his dear uncle, Apollo wastes no time in snuggling up close. Despite the difference in what both represent: medicine being a gift for life whilst his uncle represented death, he was entirely happy with Hades’ presence.

“... Do you remember... Hyacinthus?”

Ah, here it was (again).

“... What did you... Do... With his soul?”

[spiritucux]

@tclesnmirrors​ / /

“So, what you’re telling me is... We lost the file. The file Len asked us both to hold onto. The file Len specifically told us not to lose. That file. The file.”

Piko wanted, so badly, to just slam his face into the wall. Why, of today of all days, does this happen to both him and Miku...?

“... Len’s gonna kill us.”

[spiritucux]

@tclesnmirrors​ / /

“So what you’re saying is, we lost our only lead,”

is what the Occult Song begins to say, voice quiet. It wasn’t unlike Yana, nowadays, to not talk. The magic that gripped him had been taking its toll, his eyes having even shifted color. It was as if the demonic influence he took in was slowly corrupting him, but his heart fought to hold on. The scythe-wielder gently turned a page in his grimoire, looking down at the text.

“... I can look for it again. Through my network.”

His ‘network’ consisted of the dead, the fallen humans and demons - the fallen anything. Who knows how reliable his network would actually be in returning their lead? But Yana’s expression, however morose, proved that he believed in it. And what choice did they have anymore?