#viviskull

[hxzelwallflower]

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❝ Word through the grapevine sent me here , actually . ❞

People gossip in this town , even more with recent events causing activity . If Ghostbusters taught her anything it's to always look for help in places you never think to find it , leading her right to this very place . Granted a comic book store isn't exactly the best line of retail but , you find all the best people among those old , dusty volumes .

It wasn't exactly a mission that resulted in the angel coming here , more or less curiosity as her knowledge of the paranormal tends to limit itself to fables and other magic elements . A brief flutter from her appendages as they press further against her spine while she speaks .

❝ Though I suppose you're right in a sense . Cops aren't exactly cut for this kind of task . ❞

[captainseamech]

@viviskull: ((Give him his pet 😭😭))

//listen... normally I would allow it if it was like. Just a normal looking fish. BUT IT IS NOT A NORMAL FISH!

YOU SEEING THIS? THIS IS THE PET SNAKE HE WANTS SO BADLY!

THE JUVENILE FORM IS 3KM IN LENGHT SORT OF. THEY CAN GROW FOREVER FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!!

NUH UH. NOT GIVING HIM THE HIGHLY AGGRESSIVE LEVIATHAN AS A PET

[vendettavalor]

A Trip Down Memory Lane

⚔️ For @viviskull ! ⚔️

The outside of the factory had long since fallen into disrepair. Once bright and bold paint was not faded, chipped, and covered in the sprawling vines of kudzu, ivy, moss, and lichens that had begun to reclaim the building. The chain-link fence surrounding the property had long grown lopsided and been reclaimed by the foliage already- now the main structure was the target. Grass and weeds overtook the walkways and parking spaces. By all accounts, the place looked abandoned at first glance.

But past the leaves, past the vines, past the weeds; the windows still intact shone brightly like eyes in the darkness. The power was still on - somehow. Flickering lights within showed that the place was still operational, even if the towering chimneys of the factory had long stopped blowing smoke.

This was the place then. The old Playtime Co factory had not seen a soul in 10 years- not since the disappearance of its staff in August of '95. The disappearances were all so sudden. That day, hundreds of people went to work and never returned. No explanation. No investigation. The police scoured the area but no signs of anyone were ever found. And considering everyone involved were adults capable of making their own choices, authorities merely shrugged and wrote it off as some sort of mass exodus. The families of those people weren't convinced but no one had any answers. No one had any leads.

Until Angel.

They'd worked at the factory for quite sometime, and like many, they sought answers. So when the Gang reached out to them for information, they were all too happy to provide it. They even agreed to meet up with the gang to investigate the recent rumors of people hearing things coming from the place late at night. But... there was no sign of them. There was no sign of anyone, save for the front door that was slightly ajar and barely holding on by its hinges.

[saviorclaimed]

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The sound of metal tinking is what caught his attention first, and his HUD alerted him that there was something small... hitting him?

Sky blue gaze flowed downward to the energetic being below him, a feisty figure bapping him with all her little might.

It's endearing.

"I take this assault on my pedes as a sign I have 'boop'-ed too long, haven't I?"

[enerchaized]

Starter for @viviskull!

《🎸》 ⯮ ❝ So, you're telling me that things like ghosts & demons are real where you're from? ❞

Chai couldn't believe what he was hearing. Knowing that creatures from horror movies actually existed off of the island both scared & intrigued him.

❝ That's actually kinda awesome! Oh, have you ever seen werewolves before? ❞ ⯬ 《⚙️》

[sillymuses]

@viviskull

"Well, I can't not turn down the offer of free head pats."

Those do feel pretty nice. Especially after the long day he's had. Getting kicked out of his current house was never fun.

"Ya mind scratching behind my ear while you're at it?"

[sweet-chimera]

// FIRST THREE FOR THE DASH WIDE ART DECO/MAFIA AU! Quick descriptions below the cut but ft. @chainxdancer @viviskull and @clownstolemyjokes​

 We have Nisha ( @chainxdancer) Whos more of a non-affiliated goon for hire. SHe’ll whack someone or find you things like alcohol or boot legging for money.

We have one of opos muses i was gonna draw and add at @clownstolemyjokes. Mammons a robber baron baron who gets discriminated against and it annoys him that if less people cared he was a demon he’d make more money/have more power. So his reasons for trying to help some of the underworld inhuman mafia peeps are purely for his own gain.

and @viviskull Is one of the many humans in the world. She has plenty of experience with the paranormal because of her past with arthur and lewis and such so when demons and creatures started trying to live amongst everyone and make a name for themself she and her friends were perfect for the job!

[ask-experiment-1006-theprototype]

@viviskull X



His crimson gaze looked over her gesture of surrender. Her raised hands indicating what her words stated before. His gaze slightly narrowed just a bit more. He was far from afraid of her. He's seen how she has interacted with some of the others. How she seems to treat those within this place with a mixture of curiosity but also respect. It is one of the few reasons why he even allowed her to get close to him in the first place.

What hadn't been his intention however was her coming here. Most commonly don't go here. So he thought it would be a good place to gather what he needed to patch himself up so he didn't leave a bloody trail straight to his own lair when he went to properly mend his injury. But yet here this outsider was. He had planned on simply sneaking away, but she noticed him before he managed to do so and, for a reason he's not quite sure of yet, started insisting on helping him.

He thought about it for a moment as she spoke, his upper lip lowering a bit as she mentioned that it looked like he's had it rough. He wasn't certain if she was simply stating the fact that he had a slight gap in between the plating on his side from an old injury that wasn't quite able to be repaired properly at the time, or the fact that his form in general bares marks and scratches from encounters in the past.

Either way, that statement was very much true, in more ways than one.

A huff leaves him as he looked away, the red in his eyes slightly dimming before he closed his eyes and released a sigh-like breath before speaking. "Rough is practically the definition of this place recently. Many have it rough. For one reason or another, suffering is almost always present here."

He then looked towards her, slightly letting his arm slide towards her, though keeping it close to his chest.

"The likely hood of my injuries becoming infected is slim to none, outsider...though your...willingness to help me is appreciated. I've never encountered such an issue with myself yet. I'll patch it up myself once I can...once I stop the bleeding."

The sight of blood leaking down his arm becomes more evident with him shifting his arm. His aggression seemed to have lessened a little as well. Respect always allows him to see that the person is at least trying to polite, which is something he can appreciate.