#◟〈 ♠ 〉 mr. reca ━━ 🇨​🇭​🇦​🇷​🇦​🇨​🇹​🇪​🇷​﹒

[avcnturine]

HEAVY IS THE HEAD THAT'S DEALING WITH A MIGRAINE　♤　when a lady starts to yell. burying a muttering groan with his chin dropped to his chest, he presses the heel of his palm harder against the throbbing eye, dulling its protest under the pressure. several second pass like that, floating dots of color bursting behind an imperfect black curtain. when he finally looks up again, things sound like they've calmed back down ; his vision's a little blurry, and the light off the starkly white walls is bright enough to make him squint, but the muddy pool of colors in the distance by the large observation window hasn't moved. as his vision slowly refocuses, he realizes that one more guy has joined them, three where previously it'd been two.

were more people waking up? and if they were, did that mean that others had started to figure out the way out of the dream like he had, or something else? just misfortune catching them at the right time?

"ugh. . . " he should try to get up and see——unlikely that sitting here rubbing his head was going to get him feeling better faster.

bracing himself against the thin cotton mattress, he swings one leg, then the other, over the side of the elevated gurney, eyeing the distant, gleaming floor with a frown. polished to a shine, promising an unwieldy descent, and on top of that, these things were probably on wheels. no doubt they weren't planning on people trying to get down by themselves. . .

with things elsewhere on him fortunately subsided, he can feel more comfortable positioning himself to make the jump. a hard blink, a sigh ; he centers his weight on his hands as best as he can and gives a push.

expecting something to slip out precariously underneath him, he's surprised when everything stays impressively stable when he lands, and equally surprised——with some relief——that his legs don't just immediately give out. unsteadily, a couple light sways test his balance, and with another firm, circular knead of a hand at the side of his head, the world starts to feel a little bit more normal. still taking some time for everything to come back one hundred percent, but he'd get there.

in the meantime, the conversation some ways away only makes itself known through pantomime ; he can see the motions, but any voices aren't close enough to make out. so, giving his clothes a few smoothing pats more out of habit than efficacy, he gingerly makes his way over, only thinly disguising the twin drums of discomfort still smarting behind chest and cranium. once he's close enough for them to acknowledge his approach, he gives a tepid wave and a half-ironic smile. "heavens, this place wouldn't happen to provide painkillers, would it? the wake-up call really doesn't come easy."

faces come into focus where before had been formless figures ; he looks from one to the next with passive curiosity. "miss kallen? what a coincidence. and, mr. reca," recognizable from his notoriety in spite of the different circles they ran in, "so it really was you at the hotel. turns out the voice was telling the truth, and you really did die after all."

⋆✦₊‧ — PURGATORIO.

Blade, Mr. Reca, & Kallen. — Revelation 2025 : Research.

[suite666]

✢PLATINUM SUITE 666✢

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a place mostly for me to post any HSR related content when inspiration strikes. rare reblogs. if you recognize my artstyle, uhh no you don't. bonus nonsense under the cut (favorite characters, teams, etc. rambles)

✢ day 1 player! gambling mains for life (Qingque & Aventurine)

50/50 emphasis on lore and gameplay for me. i like team building and character building. biggest pure fiction fan. favorite element: quantum favorite path: erudition

current aim: i need cipher so bad. i'm building superbreak guinaifen.

i have not seen a single other person who wants screwllum and stephen to be playable as much as me. please please please let me play as the genius society men

✢ main teams

Mono Quantum Qingque/Sparkle/Jade/Tribbie (Tribbie Debt Collector is cracked asf)

IP3 FUA Ratio/Topaz/Aventurine/Clara

Demolish PF The Herta/Jade/RMC/(S)

Demolish PF Pt. 2 Castorice/RMC/Tribbie/Luocha

✢ favorite characters (top 10 in order)

Screwllum, Mr Reca, Jade, Sparkle, Anaxa, (The) Herta, Qingque, Ruan Mei, Ratio, Castorice i like a lot of characters aside from these tho...

[avcnturine]

FORGET REVENGE ; SUICIDE IS A DISH BEST SERVED COLD.　♤　penultimate images are hazy behind the eye, having seared themselves into the dead brain like palinopsia grafted in the aftermath of a flashbang. the outline of the doctor's stern face, the angle of that unmoving expression, permanently stuck in disapproval——perfectly etched.

"agh. . . !" he wakes up to pain, a dull and throbbing war drum centered in the left side of his chest, beating rhythmically down upon the ribcage like it's threatening to burst. it's the first indication that he couldn't be dead, or that if there was still any chance he was, anyone professing death to be an afterlife of painless peace would have to be reconsidering their tenets soon.

his bed is one near the middle, on the second row closest to the large observation window. as his knee bends and he fights to sit up, convinced that doing so would lessen the phantom second pulse threatening to burrow straight down through sinew and bone, two things happen. first, the pain does, thankfully, subside, receding to a sullen smarting like the kind a large bruise might leave after the sudden impact of something roughly baseball-shaped against his heart. second, he becomes vaguely aware of a different uncomfortable sensation elsewhere, and with an inconvenienced sigh, shifts the blankets draping his legs with his other hand to borrow their subtlety for the time being.

a party, a gun, a bullet to the heart. he takes in the new surroundings, white again to white, and thinks that he'd almost be led to believe he didn't accomplish anything except knocking himself out for a while if not for the comparatively much larger size of this room and the rows upon rows of identical, medical gurneys. at least a hundred people could fit in here. . .

. . . at least hundred people had been fit in here, he realizes as brain finally processes what the eyes take in ; squinting, he peers closer at the lumps, each of them sheathed like morgue statues under drawn pristine white sheets, undoubtedly in the shape of people. he looks down at his own set, identical to the rest. and then, finally distantly registering a soft exchange of voices not far away, looks to the only upright, moving things in the stadium-sized chamber. "heavens." it's like each of his senses are returning one at a time, taking their time plugging connections into the brain and getting everything gradually back online. whatever they'd been hit with to put them all into that——dream? simulation?——it wasn't just the usual stuff.

right, the people. one, two, three of them, two men and a young woman crowded by the observation window ; on the other side, a scientist. researcher? the name ' ernest cranebill ' comes back again by association, accompanied by a migraine radiating behind his left eye. "ugh. . . " heel of palm presses to temple and rubs in deep, circular motions against the socket, head spinning with disconnected thoughts about consent, clothing, and legal ramifications in that order, none of them finishing before unraveling off into loose thread out of reach.

⋆✦₊‧ — PURGATORIO.

Blade, Mr. Reca, & Kallen. — Revelation 2025 : Research.