#variousvossivixens

[reveries-daydream]

You're walking through a doorway. Should be simple, you can see whats on the other side, you arent thinking about it, youre just going about your day. But when you step through... suddenly you arent where you're supposed to be.

You're in a large room, it looks like a lobby. On the side wall are various vending machines with everything from chips to guns. Sofas and coffee tables are scattered around the room, and the chandeliers are covered in vines. In the center is a large fountain and in front of it a receptionsists desk.

Sitting at the desk is a young man, looks to be in his early twenties. He definitely isnt human, as his skin is gray like ash, he has three long tails and two fox like ears and his feet, which are propped up on the desk, are furry and more like paws. He Huffs in annoyance, blowing his white and blue hair out of his face but doesn't look at you as hes focused on painting his nails.

You hear a masculine bored voice in the back of your head say "Welcome to The Hotel, crossroad between worlds. How may I help you?"

- @variousvossivixens

For a moment, Andromeda just stares, wide-eyed, at the young man. He stays still, trying to figure out if this is just another dream invading his reality again. He'd really just meant to leave the Tower, go out for a little walk to get some air in the evening, but now...

Where the hell even is this? A hell of a dream, if it is one.

After a moment of silence that Andromeda wouldn't have allowed to stretch on so long if he had known this was real, he cocks his head and approaches the young man.

"Uhh... I guess you could help me. What is this?"

[styx-maybe-mothman]

Voss is dressed less menacingly when they see him next. His guns are nowhere to be seen, his jeans have more rips, and the penguin jacket has been swapped out for a blue vest covered in all kinds of pins and patches. He has piercings when hes off the clock, two in each ear and one on his eyebrow. His fingerless gloves are wrapped around some romance novel as he flips through it near the front of the store. He looks up every time the door opens and he smiles when he sees Styx coming in for their shift. "Hey kid."

- @variousvossivixens 🐧

They had expected a normal shift, really. Dealing with whatever strange characters come into the bookstore can occasionally be… tiring. But they’re used to that, and their manager is pretty chill if someone starts being rude to the employees, just kicks the troublemakers out.

They have a double take upon seeing and hearing the familiar man. Then frown. “Oh. I thought you weren’t actually going to show up and decided it wasn’t worth the trouble.” They comment, standing at his side now. “I’ve never been big on romance, but one of my coworkers mentioned that’s a good one.” They nod at the book in his hand.

[notjustagodcomplex]

The Letter

Closed Rp for @variousvossivixens

Tw: mentioned gore, murder

Once again, Voss finds himself at his dad’s house, in a quiet suburban neighborhood just north of the city. In front of him sits a steaming plate of pasta, fresh off the stove. It’s nearly 7pm now, the sun is low in the sky, golden sunlight streams in through the bay window and spreads across Kaz’s dining room table in a grid-like pattern.

The reason Voss had come over in the first place was the same as usual, his dad needed help disposing of a body. And, as a thank you, Kaz had invited him to stay for a home cooked meal, which Voss had graciously accepted. There was nothing remarkable about this one and they were able to get everything cleaned up fairly quickly. By now Voss had become accustomed to the terrifying state the bodies were typically in. Each of them appeared to have been tortured for hours before finally dying. He didn’t like to think about that. He chose not to.

Of course they were all terrible people— Kaz told him they were— so, it’s not like Voss felt bad for any of them. It’s just… a lot. Seeing the aftermath of such concentrated violence. At least by the time he was called, their suffering has already ended. He never actually had to witness to the murders, and he preferred it that way. Whenever he arrives Kaz seems to be his usual pit together self (aside from one time where he’d been injured). It’s hard to imagine the strait-laced attorney committing the violent atrocities necessary to leave his victims in such a state. Voss often found himself wondering what he must look like in the act.

“Is it still too hot?” Kazimir’s voice draws Voss out of his thoughts. He quickly shakes his head and pushes the imagery of mutilated corpses out of his head to focus on eating.

Just then Kaz’s doorbell rings. Kaz furrows his brows, he’s certainly not expecting anyone right now. “I’ll get it,” He sighs, pushing his chair back as he stands up.

From Voss’s seat he can see Kaz as he reaches the foyer and opens the door. The man’s expression sours as he finds his porch empty. He mumbles something about neighborhood kids under his breath, about to shut the door, when he notices an envelope on the ground in front of him, seemingly slipped under his door. He picks it up, looking it over as he shuts the door and heads back to the table. It’s a thick, cream-colored cardstock, completed with a golden wax seal. There seems to be something inside it, rattling around as he flips it over, searching for any indication of its sender, but the only thing written in its front is his name in a neat cursive font. He scowls, tossing the letter on a side table while he goes to wash his hands.

divider by @sweetmelodygraphics

[renegadetitan]

Dick is walking through a doorway. Possibly one he's walked through before. He knows whats on the other side, he can see it. Until he cant. Because as he passes through the doorway he finds himself somewhere new. Someplace he doesn't recognize.

Looking around he finds himself in what looks like a lobby of some kind. On the side walls are vending machines serving all kinds of wares, everything from bags of chips and candy to actual guns and ammunition. The back wall has several open doorways leading to a few different rooms and hallways as well as an elevator and a closed door labeled 'Magics Office'. The room has coffee tables and sofas scattered around with chandeliers covered in vines. Directly in front of you is a reception desk.

Sitting at the desk is a man who looks familiar but not. A fox man, similar to Hemlock, same paws, three tails, and fluffy ears. Their faces even have the same structure, like twins. But while Hemlock is pale as a corpse, this man has skin gray as ash, covered in silver crackling scars. Long silver and red hair replaced with short white and blue. Neon blue and white eyes with silver sclera in place of Hemlocks demonic red and black. Its almost unnerving how different and yet similar they are.

The fox man doesnt look at him, as hes too busy painting his claws. Dick hears a voice, coming not from the mans lips but from inside his own head, say "Welcome to The Hotel, crossroad between worlds. How may I help you?"

- @variousvossivixens 🦊

Dick had been heading back to his room in Titan’s tower after lunch to just chill or take a nap, when the door to his room brought him to somewhere that was very much not his room.

For a moment, he blinked dumbly around at the odd setting before he made himself focus and scanned it. It was nothing short of eclectic in its various vending machine options and odd furniture and decorations.

Then, his eyes landed on the man behind the desk. Some sort of receptionist, maybe? He did have an odd uncanny resemblance to Hemlock, just— different. Family, maybe? Or it could be some weird intermultiversal thing.

Just as he was turning around to check that he had a way out if he needed it, the voice of who he assumed to be the person behind the reception desk invaded his mind, making him jump back slightly in surprise. The voice had no discernible direction, and it confused Dick to no end.

After a second or two of scrambling together his thoughts, Dick cautiously stepped forward to the desk and raised an eyebrow. “The Hotel?” He asked first. It sounded familiar, if only vaguely. “I— I don’t know, I was just…. Trying to walk into my room…. Where exactly is this place?” He fumbled, grimacing internally at his own scattered words.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

Voss sleeps for a while, exhausted after the long day. When he does wake he doesn't leave the bed, instead just laying and staring at the ceiling. He needs to leave. He knows he does. But the matter of how is... complicated. Solstice had already told him that it tracks down anyone who leaves. He'd need support and help after he got out but... he doesn't have any. He wont be able to go back to school after this. He sighs. He's screwed.

With no ideas and nothing to do he hauls himself out of bed. He changes into his new uniform, groaning when he realizes none accounted for his tails. Maybe Kozlov will have some thread so he can make this more comfortable. He heads across the hall and knocks on his new mentors door.

- @variousvossivixens 🦑

The concrete walls are good at keeping out noise from the rest of the base, but any creaking or noises he makes echo a bit. Hence why most agents get those noise spike things that YouTubers have to make it echo less.

Kozlov answers the door, frowning at the boy. It’s not a disapproving or angry frown, just confused. Then he shifts back into a smile. “Hello, Voss. How can I help you? It’s about time to get up for the day. You slept for a while… did you find your uniforms?”

[bucketload-of-barnes-siblings]

A fox mutant person is walking down the street dressed in a hoodie and shorts when he accidentally bumps into a small child. "Oh! I'm so sorry, are you okay?"

- 🌹🥀 @variousvossivixens

Spring yelped in surprise upon being bumped into, walking back a few steps. She tilted her head to the side, looking at the odd man. “Oh. Hi.”

Winter walked up behind her, having been a few steps behind her, looked at the man with a mix of suspicion, curiosity, and protectiveness over their “little” sister.

[theexistance]

Nublo woke with a slight gasp, sitting up a little too quickly, making his head spin. He'd been dreaming again. He hated dreams. They were never the pleasant kind. If he hadn't been dreaming, he would have been a bit less disoriented.

He didn't know where he was at first. It wasn't his room; it wasn't his sister's room. He brings one hand to his throat, frowning at the fluffy cat that glared at him from a cat tree.

"Oh... Right. V?"

The call was soft, only an attempt to see if Voss was still in the room.

@variousvossivixens

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[impulsive-spitfire]

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