SERAPH.

— and the second angel sounded.

[voidspoken]

kyourantou​:

“Goodness gracious, what sharp words! You wound me so.” But all their tone seems to convey is giddiness and mocking, no movement of real surprise found in those dark eyes. There’s sweet irony in being called anything close to a false god, for all the numerous divinities they’ve sewn into their Saint Graph, devoured whole or not. What a joke - a hardly laughable one at that.

From the mouth of babes indeed.

“Hmmm? Hmmm! Huhu, a good question. For conversation sake, let us skip over the unnecessary details and say… Nnn, yes, I am something like a ghost. Or maybe like a curse.” Or a caricature, or a shadow. Perspective depends wholly on the observer as to what he really is ( and who knows, truly? Not even he does, or cares to these days ). There’s something sharp in the way Limbo smiles; the point of a canine shown in a momentary flash. But it’s all in good humour, or the closest a thing like he can some to. “A thing once human, but only vaguely so, and less so now. Does that suffice as an answer?”

❝   ... annoying. you’re annoying.   ❞  

loud, too. who were they to decide what information was not necessary? sirin was half-tempted to bite back, but that would mean having to sit through more babbling. that was an exhausting thought.   ❝   —   but that’s fine. i don’t like your answer, but if it means i don’t have to hear you give another weird explanation, it’ll do.   ❞    

and it did intrigue her... just a little. a curse? a ghost? for a moment, she remains silent. it wasn’t as if the clown would just wander off if she remained quiet.  for all the talk of being ‘wounded’, they seem perfectly content to stand there and smile.   ❝   i’ve met a ghost before and you’re nothing like him. you’re more like... a doll   —   a badly made one. stuffed with different parts that weren’t meant to be put together. like patchwork. it’s gross, but... not as gross as something entirely human.   ❞ 

❝   you’d be better if you got rid of that piece of humanity. it might make you less of a headache to look at. why are you even holding onto it in the first place?   ❞ 

[encarnal]

      ❛❛   oh ?   ❜❜

      BELIAL  TURNS  AROUND   &   RED  GAZE  LINGERS ,      intrigue  at  the  furthest  corners  of  his  gaze .    the  night  has  emptied  the  city   &   the  wind  weaves  through  the  streets  quietly   ;   but  in  its  vacancy  the  city  greets  a  new  figure ,   young   &   small   &   clutching  onto  a  lone  magenta  feather ,   &   in  the  angel’s  attention  he  seeks  the  trouble  that  which  always  seeks  after  him .

[ he’ll  admit  it  does  come  as  some  surprise  that  something  pitched  -  black   &   all  consuming  appears  to  unfurl  inside  them ,   threatening  to  swallow  the  night  whole . ]

    ❛❛   what'cha holding there ?   looks awfully familiar .   ❜❜     he  begins ,   voice  breaking  against  the  silence  in  an  outstretched  gesture  of  welcome .   whether  it  had  been  plucked  right  off  of  his  beloved  accessory  or  she’d  simply  picked  up  its  remains ,   he  -  serpent  does  not  seem  bothered .   he  pushes  the  boundaries  of  darkness  further  as  he  steps  closer ,   not  without  the  shape  of  a  curved  lip  around  the  edges  of  its  syllables .

❛❛   did it fall out   &   land near you ?   y’know ,   that’s a sign some pretty  -  looking guardian angel is looking over you .   aren’t you lucky ?   ❜❜

@voidspoken​​   /  all his power comes from the boa

[voidspoken]

❝   is that what you are? an angel?   ❞  

the feather remains carefully clutched in one hand, as she points an accusing finger with the other, directing it towards his chest rather than to his face. that’s where that strange sensation she had noticed earlier was coming from, dark and heavy. in a way, it's a similar feeling to the power that radiated off the man from the cafe   (   the strange coffee obsessed one who feels more herrscher than human   ).   then again, this man’s presence is much more   —   she wasn’t sure how to put it, actually. 

the energy pulsating from his chest reminded the young herrscher of a snake, coiled and twisted, ready to strike at any moment. inhuman and devoid of any warmth. 

sirin doubted anyone who felt like that could be a messenger of a god, false or not. and he was most certainly not acting on behalf of her god   —   the lack of houkai radiation was proof enough. 

❝   don’t angels have white wings? that’s how they are in books. why are yours black?   ❞   not that she believed for a minute that he was what he claimed to be    —   it looked to be a simple accessory.

[kozeriaii]

@voidspoken

all primal beasts exerted a certain amount of pressure on their surroundings due to the energy they possessed within their cores, and while this presence was certainly no primal beast, it shared enough similarities with one to pique the astral’s interest - and not one to deny himself of indulging in scientific curiosity, lucilius had narrowed down the energy to its origin.

only to find that the source was a child - or a being that chose to take the form of one. an unexpected development, yes - but one that had no impact on his intention to study the creature.

though he would’ve preferred to observe its natural behaviour first before undertaking a more direct method of data collection, the space provided little opportunity for lucilius to hide himself away; thus, his remaining option was to approach and scan the being for any sort of anomaly that would hint at its inhuman nature or powers - only to find none after a precursory examination. 

a disappointment, but not entirely unexpected; the creature was likely not native to this city, and had had its powers taken away upon arrival here just as his had been.

deciding he would gain better data by extracting answers directly from the creature itself, he finally gave voice to his thoughts.

“the output of your aura is disproportionate to the size of your body. as a vessel, that body should be incapable of containing the energy you carry within. tell me - are you more human, or beast?”

[voidspoken]

❝   ... i’m not incapable. you should be able to see that much. size has nothing to do with it   —   children are better suited to storing this energy. it’s adults who are the incapable ones.   ❞   

during her days within the tower, the researchers had whispered of her innate resistance to the radiation. in fact, as an experimental body, sirin had been exceptional among the other subjects whose lives they had stolen. 

it was only natural, she thinks, that the houkai would strengthen her where it weakened others   —   as an agent of god, she was one of the few who could appreciate it’s blessings. and though her five cores remain sealed, their power dormant, the herrscher can still sense them quietly beating in her chest. whoever had locked their power away feared her, feared what she could do. and while they could try to delay the inevitable, but sirin was committed to her mission.

even without the voice of god to guide her, the humans were just as much a scourge on this land as they had been back home. 

❝   and if you’re able to see the houkai, then you should already know i’m not anywhere as pathetic as a human. i’m not a vessel either.   ❞   a rather roundabout way of saying she had idea how to explain what a herrscher was to one ignorant to the houkai, but she does her best to appear confident, to not betray her own inability. it was this man’s fault for talking in such a needlessly complicated way! he   —   he was sort of reminding her of the researchers from babylon.

❝   why do you even care?   ❞ 

[voidspoken]

kyourantou​:

“Huhu. It’s rude to stare so harshly, child.” He’s been beneath the baleful gaze of this small girl for the past several minutes now, not a word uttered between them. Well, if girl can be an applicable word for such a creature - ink black aura like an eclipse, burning bright and hellishly hot. A thing not unlike an Avenger, but equally foreign even to him.

How nice, how sweet it is compared to the other children, meandering around the place; quiet, thoughtful, playfully ignorant. 

Smile faux and sharp, he lays it on thick and sweet; fangs hidden for the time being. Aura or not, she’s still just a child, and children are the ( oddly ) accepting sort. “Aha, perhaps I’ve something on my face? Or you need something of me? Hoh, could it be that you need my assistance! Yes, yes, you are more than free to ask for this humble priest’s help if you so desire it, huhu.”

@voidspoken​

❝   —   shut up. i have no need to hear the lies of a false god. mind what you say, you clown.   ❞

eyebrows furrow as she continues to stare, uncaring for whether or not it would be considered ‘rude’, or that her biting words would surprise most   (   but clearly not this jester, unusual as he was   ).   he is strange, sirin thinks, and it isn’t just his clothing. from a glance, the man appeared to be human, but when examined closer, she sees he is a mixing pot of different, distinctive energies. there is something human within, a trace of humanity potent enough to make her stomach lurch, but only a fragment buried beneath other murkier, inhuman auras that were overpowering in comparison to any lingering mortality. 

the voice in her head remains silent, the whispers of her soul muted where they otherwise would sing of her god’s desires   (   how she wishes she could ask her god for guidance   ),   and sirin knows she must find her own answers.   ❝   ... you live next to me, and so i’ve been wondering   —   what are you? you’re not human.   ❞  

[voidspoken]

@mugen​​

floating listlessly, a knitted salmon in hand, sirin smiles. her voice is low, quiet, but if one listens closely, its obvious that she is offering cheers of encouragement to the cat, hard at work stretching his body to reach the toy.   ❝   you can do it, kocchan.  ’❞   

the cafe was empty. only sirin, her new friend and the unusual owner remained   —   a man who had continued to tolerate the girl ever since she had happened to meet him at the winter festivities. he wasn’t human   —   instinctively, it would appear, she could tell as much. no, this man instead gave off a strange energy, one that was similar to her own. not quite houkai radiation, but out of place all the same. simply put, he was a complete weirdo.

and as he was no herrscher, not a servant of her god whom she can trust without question, she frowns when he sets a mug and a plate on the table. the cat’s attention is diverted from the toy, drawn to the offering of fish freshly cooked. the drink, however, appears to be for her. 

she had tried coffee once. a drink for adults, she had decided, as unpleasant as they were. which is why the only redeeming thing about this store was the cat   (   the cakes too,  she supposes, but this man had yet to prove himself worthy of her praise, human or not   !   ).  

❝  —   what’s this?   ❞   holding it carefully, sirin sniifs. how sweet. how odd. weren’t all the drinks this person made incredibly bitter? 

[voidspoken]

mys7ery​:

       "——You and I will die here, together.“

and movie paused. 

“I think here’s a good stopping point. At least until we stock back up… we can go back to the konbini. Because—” he motions towards the now-empty bags of miscellaneous snacks.

“—we’re out of food.” they still have some drinks, but… maybe he indulges himself too much with the foods here. it didn’t seem like @voidspoken​ could do much of the same before either, though? and maybe watching a bunch of movies in the now-middle of the day isn’t.. the best use of time, but hanako’s dead, so he doesn’t really care about that.

“C’mon, c’mon!” he’s already floating back upwards to his feet, readjusting his hat on his head in the process. “There’s some other things I wanted you to try.” they just.. didn’t have enough arms.

❝   ... you’re right.   ❞   sirin hadn’t noticed, transfixed as she had been on the film.

movies had never been something sirin consumed prior to arriving in the city. her village had been remote, and although a neighbor once showed off a cassette player, that had been about it. the world wide web, dvd players   —   they were all foreign. more of humanity’s foolish advancements the voice in her head hisses   (   but when does it ever cease   ?   ).   she ignores it in favor of looking to her friend. yes, humanity may not be deserving of her company, but her friend certainly was. 

procuring more food is essential, she thinks, but the memory of their last trip to the store makes her freeze. so, as she moves to stand, her fingers tug lightly on the sleeve of his uniform.

❝   you   -   you’ll talk to the human working there, won’t you?   ❞   not that she was scared. there was no way a being such as a herrscher would be afraid to interact with a measly human   (   an insect, a scourge on this world and any other   ).   in fact, her mere presence in their store was gracious enough. or at least, that is what sirin tells herself, even if is tone was anything but confident.   

[voidspoken]

tis the season for a starter call so i’m placing a little one here for miss sirin   !   as i don’t have castmates, i’ll leave it selectively uncapped for the time being   —   here’s hoping it shows up in the tag.

[isolaradiale]

( applying as sirin of honkai impact 3rd without a prior reserve - her application can be found under /d, thank you! )

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Sirin!

You’ll be staying in CONDO 443!

You’ll retain the ability to fly up to 30 minutes per day.

Enjoy your stay!

– ⋆ betelgeuse.

[biseugen]

s i r i n.

[lunna-bish]

[astralbloods]

protective big sister

au where cecilia and siegfried adopt sirin before everything goes to hell, so she gets the family she always wanted

[voidspoken]

tag dump   !!