#vi.event02

[anhthenme-blog]

"shoot,” anh sat by the bus stop.  she promised she would stop walking around by herself and she made sure to uphold that promise even more.  especially since the people who robbed the ardent last week still weren’t caught.  although, the online world buzzed and claimed that it was angels.  that claim was one that anh thought was ridiculous, by the way - angels were the good guys, right?  she didn’t know.  “wait ...,” anh muttered as she came across the images of the stolen weapons and artifacts on her phone.  she stopped at the horn - golden, bejeweled ... and her eyes widened as she set the phone on her thigh.  she reached for her backpack, unzipped it and reached in for the horn.  she did took it out, just barely as she looked back and forth from the photo to the item in her hands.  it was one in the same.

“oh my god, oh my god,” anh shoved the horn back into her backpack and zipped it shut immediately.  in doing so, her phone fell off to the ground.  as she reached for her phone, all she could do was scold herself for picking up the artifact.  they said the artifacts had been scattered through the town, but she did not expect to be someone who found it.  she should have left it but she swore that it had called over to her.  “ughhhh,” anh said as she gently smacked here cheek, “i’m such an idiot!”

[redefinedfuture-blog]

Something was wrong, something was very wrong. Dean swore that two seconds ago, a fortune teller was here in front of him ...but after she tossed this sky blue jewel at him. His instincts flared up and he caught the stone in his hands; as he looked into the light blue jewel, he swore that it was glowing. The longer he stared at it, the less concerned he was about where the fortune teller went ...if there was even one. 

“Ahhh,” Dean let out a cry of pain. He shut his eyes tightly, closing them as if the pain would disappear. He turned left and started to run forward; he wasn’t sure what to do or what was happening, but everything started to hurt. The further he ran forward, the more he seemed to become clumsier - he ran into everything, hitting the walls, the lamp posts, the poles and sometimes the people. Something was wrong. Something had gone wrong. The entire time, his hand gripped the stone, preventing him from ever dropping the stone. He had to protect it, it was his - the stone was his.

“Ughhhhh,” Dean cried out as he ran into the alleyway, slowly dropping down to his knees before he passed out on the ground.

[meemicah-blog]

Felicity warned her not to buy the Glaive but when did Micah ever do what she was told? It was impossible for the woman to ever follow directions - she was her own woman and would do what she wanted, even if it was on Felicity’s money. She smiled to herself as she walked through the city with a giant ancient polearm in hand. In California, she would have been stopped automatically but this was Ceres Centropolis. No one would question why the Mayor’s secretary was walking around with a weapon. In fact, she should have been walking around with one to begin with. Unfortunately for Micah, the glaive was giant and Micah was not. “Ughhhhhh,” Micah whined, “Why does this have to be soooo heavy? This is stupid.”

[dkgxdd-blog]

"well, that's just fucking crazy," godrick muttered under his breath as he swiped through the posts on the gamble's server.  he shook his head as read through the reports the other mercs had started to share - blue monsters and killer angels(? that one was iffy to considering it was passed on by remoridal and from a past mission, godrick could not trust that man) and of course, the curious idea that these powerful weapons from heaven have been spread through the city.  he wasn't so much as worried about the weapons hitting the city, but moreso about the people who had the weapons.  the artifacts were carried through the world, showcased in front of people with wealth and many of them with ill-intent - if someone had their hands on the artifact, godrick could swear that a target would be painted on them.

"every time that you think ceres couldn't get anymore insane," godrick said aloud, leaning back on the park bench.  he stared up at the sky momentarily before he finished his thought, "something even worse happens.  it's like you can never prepare for what ceres will do.”

[tclepvth]

“Aurelia!” She looked up and enthusiastically waved at her younger sister. Angeline knew that she wasn’t supposed to scan the area and read Aurelia’s thoughts, but she was just in such an amazing mood. “Hi!” She got up from her seat and old her children and the nanny to watch her bag. Angeline then went over and gave Aurelia the biggest hug that she could possibly give. “Oh my goodness... You’ve been working out, little sister. Look at those arms! It must be because you’re a new mother. How’s the baby girl?” // @aureliaxvale

[xxigray]

Things had gotten weird, weirder than usual but that might be the only thought running through everyone in Ceres Centropolis. For the most part, Gray expected weird - Godrick had warned him and Hunter a few weeks ago, but what he didn’t expect was the weird he shot the warning out was going to happen this quickly. When things got too weird for Gray’s taste, he would head to The Gamble, take a shot of whisky and start. He didn’t know where to start, but he would start.

“Yeah, yeah, are you really surprised?” Gray responded at the bartender on duty’s comments. He jokingly rolled his eyes but ended breaking into a smile. It wasn’t a secret that he missed The Gamble. He turned around to inspect the bar and its usual patrons; the sense of familiarity caused the corners of the man’s lips to tug into a smirk. When the bartender placed his drink on the counter, he turned back to face them. “Thanks,” he said as he placed the tip on the counter. He’d been there for less than a few minutes and he already knew that something was about to happen. He just couldn’t tell what. // @sclvris

[indxgoes-blog]

The chaos that the city had fallen in was a perfect cover to start the gears in motion - the best plans come to play when everyone was distracted and right now, everyone was definitely distracted.  Indigo had already set parts of the plan in motion.  Despite being someone who rarely shared his work, Indigo started to delegate the pieces of the plan to other people.  With the day’s work drawn to the end, Indigo headed home.  The children should be asleep by now, so he was ready to come home and be greeted by his wife.  He hummed quietly as he unlocked the door to their home.  Just as he expected, the home was quiet as he stepped in and closed the door behind him.

“Angeline?” He called out as he set his briefcase down on the console as he headed to the kitchen.  He removed his suit jacket, carrying it against his arm as he began to loosen his tie and unbutton the top few buttons.  “Darling, I’ve got some good news,” he spoke out, looking around for his wife. // @tclepvth

[isaac-and-kohl]

He shouldn’t have been surprised to be there. He should have known it was only a matter of time before one of the mercenaries who weren’t too pleased about Gray giving him control of the Gamble turned on him. He’d been asleep on the when they grabbed him, woken by rough hands grasping his arms, his groggy intoxicated state keeping him from being able to fight back. His throat closed in on itself with their hands on him, something shoved into his mouth to keep him silent and a bag thrown over his head. Sparks flew off him, but he was too disoriented and high to control anything. At some point they’d hit him over the head, knocking him out to keep him from struggling. 

Panic wasn’t the right word for what Isaac felt when his eyes blinked open and he felt a sickening familiar texture of cement floor under his cheek and the sight of bars on a cell. He sits up hastily, head suddenly swimming and throbbing from where he’d been hit. A cold sweat breaks over his skin, and he realizes he doesn’t know how long he’s been out, but clearly it had been long enough for the withdrawal to settle into his bones. Eyes darted around the cold cell, his stomach so nauseous that he thought he was going to throw up. It all felt too familiar, and he couldn’t help but feel a shake in his fingers. He looks up, eyes connecting with a woman he didn’t know. His voice came out quiet from his parched throat. “Where the fuck am I? What’s going on?”

@liz-bateman