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[kingofniflheim]

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Despite the scowl on his face, Ratatosk wasn’t angry. Irritated sure, but when wasn’t he? It was more along the lines of the fact that dumbasses were fooling around and brought him into a situation that could have well been avoided and left him to what he was doing before-

(Which in hindsight wasn’t much)

This shit like this, it really brought a smirk of unbelievably to his face. Hunching slightly with Nether Traitor in his hand, the Summon Spirit did a taunting motion to all the weaklings who were surrounding him with their own weapons. 

“Come on you shitheads, you don’t want to keep me waiting do you? You wanted to fight the Lord of Monsters, well here he is!” 

[scytheofredemption]

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Honestly, Ryou didn’t even know how to react to half of the people he’s seen wandering around this city. Some looked familiar, others he’s never heard of before, and the different inconsistencies that came from living in 2018- none of it made sense. If it wasn’t for the fact that he’s been through way too many instances where he nearly went into a coma or outright lost his soul then he would attempt to pass it off as a game.

Too bad that previous dismissal (along with several other things) lead to the Anti-Existence being revived and the entire internet and world almost being destroyed. 

Still the silver-haired Adept Rogue couldn’t help but to notice several people with different extrinsically odd aesthetics and raised an eyebrow- especially at the guy with the iron mask. 

“What in the hell? It looks like something out of The Man In The Iron Mask.”

[clowndango-blog]

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“wait, tim!”

allen calls after the small golem as it zooms through the sky, wings flapping as fast as a hummingbird’s. the comical chase lasts for a couple minutes until timcanpy eventually lands on a large stranger with a mask, nuzzling into his hair.

“i-i’m sorry, sir,” the boy manages to apologize through heaving breaths, “tim, get down from there!”

[hopecrests-blog]

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Oh, this one kind of looked like a Digimon, and it made Poyomon go on edge, quivering slightly in his hands as he readied Acid Bubble. Takeru pet the small Digimon on the head, the blob morphing to his hands.

“But Takeru-”

“It’s okay, Poyomon.” He said, looking directly at the newfound other putting Poyomon on edge. “I’m sure our new friend here won’t hurt us.” (At least in front of so many people.)

[faythymn-blog]

❀| @viciouswhcp “Is this seat taken?” Her words were as light and reassuring as the large clouds overhead. A summoner helped others with their whole heart. Their presence often was enough to ward ills away. Intuition while glossing over the man’s posture suggested something was wrong but there was no way to gauge what exactly with the mask he wore. Perhaps the smallest bit of company would suffice before the bus came. Maybe that and a doughnut from the box she held out. He seem lonely. “Ah, and would you... like one? They’re from the bakery down the road.” 

[obscurato]

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{ ♠ }— The lightning pierces the ground mere feet away and yet, Sliske merely scowls, unflinching. “Home is beautiful,” he grumbles, voice shrill and mocking a memory of time gone by. It wasn’t, far from it, eyes casting over a pool of lava and feet brushing the soot and blackened dirt underfoot. But something of a shadow steps from the craggy rocks nearby, and Sliske smiles, turning on his heel to the stranger. “Freneskae is so much more fun with company!”

[dualblossomspinner]

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{❃} “What’s this?” Marta picked up an envelope that she found fallen on the ground, more than a little curious. There wasn’t a name or anything on the front, nor was there a return address- but then, who could it belong to? Now that was a mystery... made (hopefully) easier by there only being one other person in the area.

“Excuse me, is this yours?” She might’ve been thrown by his less than human looks when she first came to the city, but Marta was kinda used to that by now. It was funny the things you’d get used to, really.