#( SCAVENGESS.01 )

[nocturnirea]

@scavengess | DARK SIDES

TWILIGHT TONES OF ORANGE AND YELLOWS FLOODED THROUGH THE CLOUDS at the very entrance of the district in the underground tunnel. Not many visited this particular entrance due to being further removed from the living quarters, its occasional reptilian-like dangers aside the warnings kept most citizens out and away. Here, discarded scraps and parts of machines used for maintenance were discarded without care and deeper inside items of greater value awaited those who dared to brave monsters and radiation.

Rather than the allure of items to use for alchemy, today it was the parts that piled up to a large heap that caught his attention. Extending both hands, purple lightning bolts connected it to do his bidding - or so he wished. Creating a metal-golem out of it ended in failure as all of his attempts to use his spells had, with the electric-like shape dissipating and the metal dropping and rolling apart to the ground. The small hope they merely removed his dominion over souls, dashed. Shoulders fell with an audible groan, and frustrated he decided for abandoning this little project. The shifting of rubble from nearby that he had ignored now took priority to his attention. 

         “HAVE YOU BEEN WATCHING ALL THIS TIME?”

[talonbow]

@scavengess.

         HEREIN HE DOES EMULATE hazardous behavior by wandering all over creation—his feet scraping, as they seek purchase, among the unfamiliar loose stones; but he feels the same old wearisome, irregular roughness beneath his feet; smells the acrid haze of the sky. Inner turmoil matters not; it does not hinder him, temporarily. Atreus soon slows to a skid, disturbing that newfound terrain—those particular water-worn stones, formerly insensate, becoming animate. He peeks over his shoulder, chewing on his bottom lip as he tries to parse what the creature is expressing (but its sentiments are foggy and ill-defined). “You did say this way, right?”

         Despite their unforeseen trek, Atreus doesn’t capsize with ease after such intensive physical exertion (even with hurried exhalations prevalent); but, he’s frowning some, gaze still set on—his eyes wondering and ice-blue—the status of his contemplative companion, who is overcome with its most trying decision. He means to inspire the way for—what he has assumed is—the hairless boar: in fine fettle as can be. However, to his detriment, it doesn’t budge; and, instead, exhales a blusterous yawn, and intends to take its third nap.

         Lower lip protruding, Atreus shouts an ‘oh, come on!’ as he prods the underside of the Slowpoke with his boot, gentle in the act; but no less exasperated. “How am I supposed to know where you belong if the conversation is one-sided?”

[bladeverbenas-blog]

closed starter for @scavengess!

From what the directories said, ‘Facet Five’ was located in Sector 6. It seemed a bit out of place considering he was visiting what he assumed would be a weapon dealer’s establishment—but to be fair, it was apparently far more than that. Whatever the case was, the verdant (and peaceful) setting was a nice change of pace from the cramped streets of Sector 4, or the outright hostile ones of Sector 3.

Corvo walks through the doors to see a nearly endless expanse of technology hanging from almost every conceivable surface, most of it utterly alien to his eyes. 

It’s almost overwhelming, but Corvo bites down on his curiosity and approaches the sole occupant of the store, a young woman struggling with some arcane-looking piece of machinery.

“Good afternoon, miss. Are you the owner of this establishment?”

[liehelm]

@scavengess

   As soon as Loki had awoken in the Hive, had stepped foot outside of the building he’d found himself in, his mind had been making plans. And whether they were simple or complicated, tricky or honest, they all revolved around the same things: finding his way out of this city, finding his way home, and, most importantly, making sure he lived long enough to see those goals come to fruition. And yet, there was one thing that he hadn’t counted on, one thing he could have never seen coming.

   He was cold.

   With shoulders drawn up to his ears and warm breath blown onto his frigid fingers, Loki reflected on the strange feeling of the winter air nipping his cheeks. As a Frost Giant, such things had never bothered him before. His body, after all, was designed to relish the ice and snow of Jotunheim. But, it seemed, this place had stripped even that from the god, and now he was expected to suffer as mortals did. What a grim prospect.

   And yet. As a warm paper cup of something that Loki couldn’t identify was pressed to his cheek, the Asgardian thought that maybe it wouldn’t be all that bad.

   ❝ Many thanks, kind stranger. ❞ The heat radiating from the cup instantly warmed Loki's fingers as he accepted the offering. ❝ Though I’m afraid I have nothing to give in return. ❞

[norahuntress-blog]

❘❙❚ DATAPOINT: @scavengess

❘❙❚ 　　 Aloy’s idea of “trash” differs greatly from that of the general populace of Hive City. Much of what’s disposed of in bins and boxes across the city are still usable, or at least salvageable for parts or materials. “What a waste.” Such a waste indeed that it drives her to search what she deems are the most promising receptacles regardless of the strange looks it earns her. She’s gathered by now that this behavior is somewhat strange, so she hardly expects to see someone else doing the same when she hoists herself up onto a dumpster half-filled with what look like machine parts.

　 　 　 “Oh. I, uh... didn’t realize this one was occupied.” 

[bloodymxrtyr-blog]

@scavengess

     “Lower your weapon. I am not going to harm you.” Whether it was Hell’s Kitchen or an island completely removed from any other place. What he heard couldn’t escape. In a place where there was little in the way of order. There was gonna be those looking to take advantage of that. Not if he had anything to say about that. First thing’s first, was to ease the nerves of the woman before him. After taking care of some thugs looking to cause some trouble, last thing he needed was to further agitate someone riding high on their nerves.

[haulasada-blog]

@scavengess !

"Hm..." It starts as simple staring at first then evolves to him gradually inching closer and closer. Knees are now bent as he finally gets down onto the ground. A hand reaches forward slowly until it rests atop of the head of the presumed pokemon he suspects this to be. He leans forward to further examine whether or not this is the real deal and sure enough... "Hmm..." He hums again.

Yeah, it's a real Trapinch. The thing breathes and makes noises just like one would. And it's at this very moment does he realize that there is in fact someone standing next to said Trapinch as he looks up at them from where he is down on the ground. "Oh! Alola! You're a trainer, ain't ya?" Still not getting up off of the ground, there's a wide smile that now spreads itself across his face. “Neat Trapinch, just had to see one for myself!”

[scarabize]

@scavengess

     There was a stone sitting at the bottom of Jaime’s stomach. It dragged him down, made it hard to breathe, made him want to do nothing but sitting down and bury his face in his hands. Which is exactly what he did, sinking into a crouch and gently placing his palms over his eyes. It hadn’t really sunk in, yet, just what had happened to him. One moment he’d been crashed on the couch, Milagro next to him as his mother made dinner in the kitchen. And then, suddenly, he had awoken in that terrible room. The words of the man on the screen had yet to fully register, but Jaime did know one thing: he didn’t want to be in this place. A single tear had escaped his eye, wetting his palm, when he felt a soft touch on his shoulder. A voice spoke, and Jaime lifted his head to stare at its source.

       ❝ Sorry... what? ❞

[futurebat]

@scavengess

             It was the gentle blue glow that had drawn Terry in, initially. It bathed the brick of the alleyway with ghostly lights and threw haphazard shadows across the ground, giving the scene an almost unearthly feel. He was a moth to a flame, his curiosity driving him towards the source... although not blindly. He was alert and wary, his steps light as he approached. If the glow’s source ended up being something hostile, he didn’t want Terry McGinnis to stick around as a witness—although Batman was a whole other story. And so he was cautious as he peeked his head around the corner and rested his gaze on... a girl. In her hands she held a crackling blue laser, and it was from that which the light originated. Terry blinked, once, twice, three times before making the decision to step out from around the corner and approach the girl. Although she looked strong and wiry, nothing about her seemed hostile, and so Terry allowed his fascination to draw him ever-closer.

        ❝ That is way schway. How does it work? ❞ Man, what Bruce wouldn’t give to get his hands on one of these.