Please don't cry, we're designed to die.

I k n o w that there are millions            I can't be the only one    who's so disconnected I'm s t u c k out here and the world forgot            Can I p l e a s e come down? ____________________________ Multi-muse RP blog. Will RP with anyone! ____________________________ MUSES - SOCIAL LINKS - MUSINGS

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"Alastor hey- cut it out, I don’t have my gloves on." Dia giggled as the kitten went from attacking her scarf to her fingers. Kitten wanted to play outside! But she’d just start petting him again before she heard an unfamiliar voice.

He didn’t look familiar either, Dia had half a mind to run in and bother IAD or Windows about a stranger, or just go inside again..but maybe he meant well, and she was just being too cautious. “..Hello.” She waved, suddenly seeming more meek than moments before. “Can I help you?”

[wearedesignedtodie]

Maybe he'd found his next target to keep a file on. Despite her looks causing old hatred to flare up again (why did she look so alike her?) he found her to act quite.. Interesting, to a degree. Seemingly shy and meek when approached by someone. Ah, but maybe she was just this way with strangers..  He'd have to remember to put it on his phone so he wouldn't forget. 

"Yes, you can, actually.." He started, keeping his voice low and soft, before a hesitant smile formed on his face. Had to keep people from growing too suspicious, right? "I was wondering if you could tell me where I was! I was just wandering about and got a bit lost, haha.."

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Sitting outside ‘home’, or as much of home as it could be. It felt like it, especially where Papa had once been here, but it was still something to get used to. It didn’t feel very cold outside, but Dia still wore her purple scarf and Alastor the fluffball kitten kept trying to nibble on it.

Everyone else was busy inside, so it was better to be outside for a little bit.

[wearedesignedtodie]

Originally, he'd been planning to just walk around the neighbourhood, go buy some food and choose a new person to keep a record on; If he could find one, of course. Except his train of thoughts got interrupted by a surge of nausea when his gaze fell upon a girl sitting outside one of the houses in the place. 

Loke paused in front of her, his pose unsure and hesitant in calling out to her, before shoving his hands into his jacket's pockets. ".. Hey. You there."

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"Well to be honest..I left my only home in search of people." Telling a stranger this, were you? Well, he was a living being..after separating from Crow and losing PF, those were a bit hard to come by. Still, now..now he was here. Where was here? "Thankfully I’m not that cold." Except he probably would be later, dummy.

"I don’t suppose you’ve seen a silver-haired girl around here?"

[wearedesignedtodie]

Hesitantly, the Nord crept up closer to squat down next to the fire, a bit of warmth always appreciated; And as he did so, he gave the boy a lingering look, mulling over the question for a bit before shaking his head slowly.

".. Nah, sorry kid. Unless what you're lookin'  for is a vampire." Was his response, one of his hands leaving the safety of his cloak and reaching out towards the fire. "And why are you even searchin' for people? There's lots of 'em 'round. Not all of them as nice as the others, but still. Or do you mean, just.. Specific people?" 

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Seto looked at the man startled. His overll appearance suggested he be afraid to begin with, and now he stood right before the boy. A boy carrying a broom, no less. But, Seto didn’t actually worry about his appearance..mostly the fact that it was someone else.

"I didn’t expect to see anyone at all." Seto answered, standing up from his fire. "What’s your name?"

[wearedesignedtodie]

The ravenette watched the other stand up now, and only then did the sellsword realize that the kid was probably not going to be any harm at all; Unless the guy was a vampire. But he didn't strike him as one, and the only 'weapon' he could see so far was a broom. As a result, a forced smile made it's way upon the weary mercenary's face, a shrug following right after.

".. Ah, it's.. Alastor. Aren't you supposed to be at home, instead of all the way out here, where you'll likely freeze to death in no time?" 

[wearedesignedtodie]

i added my skyrim oc, alastor, to my muses here! i'll be making a page for him soon. 

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He was sitting next to his fire, once at least. Seto was sure he had fallen asleep next to his fire as much as he hadn’t wanted to. But he awoke to be surrounded by snow. The hotel that once stood was now gone with the wind, not like it held anything but fear inside anyway.

Still, this didn’t answer where the boy actually was..but at least the tiny fire still burned. It was warm, which was helpful right?

[wearedesignedtodie]

Sometimes, he truly was glad for his blood lineage; It at least gave him some resistance to the cold winds and the snowstorms that so often ravaged the province. And in the snow, Alastor'd noticed a fire from a distance, and was uncertain whether he should avoid it completely or go straight for it; After all, even though he was resistant to the cold, didn't mean he liked it. And a fire meant warmth. But a fire could also mean hostile people..

Regardless, he went for it, holding a hand upon the sword on his hip. Just in case. "Evenin'. Didn't expect anyone all the way up north."

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Yoru had taken a seat upon the chair he would normally lay in and read, and gestured to the table with two chairs and a few books laying on it if David wanted to sit. But he was listening, just stalling for no apparent reason. Who really cared if he knew the truth?

"It was just formality, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. Sorry." Not really. It was hard to find emotion in his voice, but the word for it was most definitely not apologetic.

Yoru looked on Three still lingered on David’s shoulder before explaining. “They are my strongest..pets, you could say. One, Two and Three are my weapons, guards and pets that are exceedingly strong.” Yoru adjusted his glasses as he looked on at Three.

"It seems Three has taken a liking to you."

[wearedesignedtodie]

David hesitated in taking the offer of sitting down at the table, though he did move close enough to sit down if he ultimately decided it would be a good idea. He was tired anyway, and so far no harm was done nor anything suspicious had happened here, so David saw no reason as to not just sit down and get at least somewhat comfortable.

".. Eh, whatever." Was his only reply to the apology, shrugging half-heartedly as he did end up sitting down, keeping gloved hands off of the surface of the table. 

"That sounds.. Interestin'? Never heard of anyone usin' butterflies as weapons or  guards, though, so that's a new one. And I'm.. Glad.. I guess?"

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"Once, very briefly." Yoru answered him. "I don’t believe you were here for very long before we both had other matters to attend to." Yoru’s matters being his sister’s safety, and David’s..well, who knew but him?

"If you don’t remember my name, it is Yoru." He stated just as he opened the door to his study. Three black butterflies fluttered close by, happy to see their master though he tried to shoo them away. "Three, get out of Mr. David’s face. One, get off of my head, I’ve told you all a million times now."

The three didn’t exactly listen however. The words were null to his three favorites, and so they simply stuck around. Three remained on David’s shoulder as both a calming, and threatening gesture as far as ChouTsuki worked.

[wearedesignedtodie]

"A.. Ha." He couldn't say he remembered much, and he decided it would be best to just believe he'd been high at that point and really did not remember this kid from their previous meeting. David could only look around the place with genuine curiousity, not paying any attention as to where this Yoru was walking, nor where he himself was walking, causing him to not even be aware of the butterflies' presence until one of them got  alarmingly close.

"Y'can call me just David though. My name sounds weird when ya put 'mister' in front of it." He mumbled as he kept a close eye on the butterfly seated on his shoulder, a brow arched in faint distrust. "What's up with these things?"

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Like the Mutsuki house would ever be any less than the dark that was required for the ChouTsuki living there. Humans are so afraid of it though, weren’t they? It wasn’t Yoru’s intention though, it was jut an added effect that he liked.

"You are welcome." Yoru spoke as he was thanked, going to climb the staircase to get to his office. "If you want, you can follow me, or you can stay there until the rain stops. Your name was..David, I believe. Is that correct?"

[wearedesignedtodie]

David idly scratched at the stubble on his jaw, a brow arched as he tried to adjust to the sudden darkness so he could see the source of the voice. At least he could see enough to know where the person was headed at least, so if he wanted to follow him, he could.

".. Uh, yeah, it is. We met before, didn't.. We?" Either that, or this place was a false deja vu. But, the person knew his name, so David was sure that if he'd dig far enough into his memory he'd remember.

".. I think I'll follow ya, though. Waitin' around for the rain t'stop would just be borin'.." Was his eventual reply, and with that, he went just to follow the other at a remotely safe distance.

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There are so many eyes..I only recognize one

wearedesignedtodie

He had seen the man only once before, briefly to know that he was not a foe, not really at least, but not enough to begin to trust them either. Still, in the dismal rain he would not be so heartless as to leave a familiar face outside. He may be of use to the ChouTsuki, yet..

It is with that, Yoru pushed open the front door to make it creek ever so slightly. If David did not come in, then the door would be shut, and locked once more.

[wearedesignedtodie]

One hand went up just to his wet, gross hair out of his eyes, frowning just a tad bit as he heard the creek of the door. He recognized the place, alright, but that didn't take any of the creepiness factor away. Regardless, he wasn't one to decline what appeared to be an invitation inside just because it was scary.

So he took the invitation, speed-walking inside just to get out of the damn rain, shaking his head like a wet puppy once David got inside. A hand went through his hair before he looked up, whistling sharply.

".. Eh. Thanks, I guess?" 

[theuninvitedguestx]

The Pretender [Felix|Simon]

[theuninvitedguestx]

Feisty. He liked that. One thing’s for sure, kid’s got spunk, but that little knife wouldn’t keep him safe for very long. Not in a place like this. Felix shrugged dramatically, not phased at all by a knife being pointed at him. C’mon.. out of all the things? He’s had worse things than that thrown at him. Guns were pretty scary too when pointed in your face as well.

"I don’t know where home is for you, kiddo. You’re not even in the same continent. You’re in Washington DC of the US-of-A, my little friend."

"That’s a cute little piece of silver you got on you." He meant the knife, of course. “I hope it helps ya out on your way.” He laughed. 

It really wasn’t his business. The only reason he had stayed this long was because he had never met someone who had essentially the mentality of a vault dweller that had just come to light. Unaware of the wastelands, the monsters, the death of all they had ever known.

For now, he gave a wave and a ‘tata~’ as he turned to walk off. Perhaps he would follow him later, or maybe not. It was something to think about. At least, he would be keeping his ears open for a familiar scream.

"Don’t let any one else see you, especially the feral ghouls. They will eat you."

[wearedesignedtodie]

".. We're not in a horror movie." It took Simon a few moments before he finally, slowly and hesitantly lowered the arm holding his switchblade; A shiver went up his spine that made his shoulders shake for a moment as he pushed the knife back into his hoodie's pocket, a frown forming on his face as his eyes were trained on the back of the man who was leaving him in these dark metro tunnels again.

Alone. 

The young adult had a faint inkling of a surmise that it would've been better for him - Not for the other - That he wouldn't have reacted aggressively enough to make the stranger leave. This place was unfamiliar to him and, despite the light of his phone shining up the place just a tad bit, it was still dark enough for him to have to squint his eyes just to see at some points.

But he'd come this far on his own, and he'd survive on his damn own, too. So he turned his back as well, still keeping his guard up for if the stranger would do anything odd, he left. Tried to, at least, as much as he could, as soundless as he could goddamn manage. 

Hey, he couldn't have known that there was danger 'round every damn corner, right? Not his fault that this place is a horrific piece of shit chock-full of dangers he can't even imagine. 

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But he’s not being creepy, he swears he isn’t. So he just hugs tightly but also not very tight and buries his face into tufts of dark hair. He mumbles a ‘I miss you’.

[wearedesignedtodie]

And the young adult just remains quiet as he wraps arms around the other rather hesitantly, giving no vocal reply to the other's mumble.

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You receive the young man whose gonna hug the said young adult verrryyy slowly and non creeper like.

[wearedesignedtodie]

And Simon just lets that one young man come closer in the most creepy way he has ever, ever seen. The temptation to run is rising. 

[programmedtosuffer-deactivated2]

— SIMON SENSES ARE TINGLING.    TINGLE.     TINGLE TINGLE.

[wearedesignedtodie]

You receive a young adult staring at you for the remainder of the time that you're going to do.. that. 

[petrichor-and-brontide]

[neekaisweird]

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