#erroneoux

[flamebent]

@erroneoux

    The kitten’s tiny eyes, green as a forest canopy, stared up at Zuko unblinkingly, intently. The small creature seemed perfectly content to stay curled up in his arms, paws gently kneading his forearm and the world’s smallest purr rumbling from its throat. Zuko had to admit, the thing was adorable, nothing but a ball of tufty orange fur that fit in the palm of his hand. When he’d found it in the box in the alley, alone and crying, it had been almost impossible to just leave it there. And so he’d scooped it up and taken it along with him, a decision he somewhat regretted now as he sat on the park bench, unsure of what to do with the little tabby.

    It was only when the kitten’s ears perked and swiveled, head turning to look at the girl standing a few feet away, that Zuko even noticed her arrival. Looking up, golden eyes met caramel ones as Zuko fixed his gaze on the girl, noticing just how intently she seemed to be staring at the small fuzzball curled against his chest. Shifting his arms carefully, Zuko gently lifted the kitten up, offering it to the girl.

    ❝ Did you, uh, want to hold her? ❞

[inducos-blog]

   The contrast between night and day is as evident as it is back in Tokyo, the sunlight tending to spare the public from disgraceful individuals and their fittingly disgraceful transactions— as well as the rather nefarious events that are kept under their best wraps from guardians and legal forces alike.

   Haise sees a young girl wrapped up in the middle of one now. While he may have the inclination to watch and wait, taking care to identify the specific purpose of this questionable meeting, he cannot say for certain whether she is there by chance or on purpose. She may be in danger, after all, and if she is she faces an even greater risk of injury or harm. Haise can calculate the statistics in his head by second nature; the odds are not in her favor.

   “Ah, there you are!” he walks up and gives her a convincing smile. There is no way to say for sure how the men would react, though Haise knows that the odds of peace are not particularly in his favor either, and he is well prepared to deal with the consequences. “I’ve been worried about you, sis. Are these your friends?”

   @erroneoux

[isolaradiale]

( following a previous reserve, here is hakuno kishinami migrating from ca! her previous blog is now found at erroneoux-archive. thank you mods! )

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Hakuno!

You will be housed in APARTMENT 353.

You will retain what you’ve been given previously.

– mod altair.

[arsnova]

The last thing Roman recalls is the park -- pristine and glowing in the mid morning sun; the birds singing. Then, just like that, it’s gone. The world’s swallowed into darkness -- the embrace of false sleep -- and, when he wakes, the park is gone. There, in its place, is a sprawling market place. To call it confusing would be an understatement, but Roman manages (somehow). 

Displacement aside, the market’s rather lively -- a perfect place to visit, if the inhabitants weren’t hunting for his blood.

Roman dives for cover. He finds sanctity underneath a market stall, it’s owner elsewhere. “Haa, talk about unlucky.” He nods, and turns to the figure, crouched beside him.

“Wha--!” A hand flies to his mouth, crushing his screaming. Deep breaths now, doctor. “H-how long have you been here?! Wait, no. Are they chasing after you too?”

@erroneoux

[highdragoon-blog]

                   Sneaking was quite a simple task for the mercenary, as there was a number of required skills for her line of work. Though she’d much just prefer to go head straight through, but without a weapon in hand this would have to do. ❝ This is one hell of a party they decided to throw I guess... ❞ She’d mumble under her breath as she poked her head out. Yep, there they were just running around yelling things at other poor souls who got randomly transferred here. What a real treat.

         Going back into the shadows of the ally way, the foot steps that seemed to be in a rush would reach her ears as the mercenary would turn her head to see the other. Of course she was quick to judge to see if threat or friend, but hell, this was already easy enough to tell this woman was hardly any of the lunatics out there. ❝ Well, well, I’m excited to see now I have a friend. ❞

         Already the gears in her mind would be working out to form up a plan. Now that there was two instead of one, this just got a looot better for her. ❝ Hey friend, ❞ she’d speak while invading their personal space while placing an arm around her shoulders. ❝ Wanna help me out in “ borrowing “ something? I’d be more than happy to help you out if you help me out. ❞

@erroneoux

[model9s-blog]

                        [ @erroneoux ] . . .

         The only way to understand the area was to explore the sector yourself, gathering whatever information you could. District Zeta; holding what seemed to be a lab of some sorts filled with greenery. The dangers however weren’t something he was aware of. “THIS PLACE IS AMAZING..SO MUCH LIFE.” 9S speaks in awe, covered eyes looking all around the different habitats for each kind of scene. Scientist surely kept it contained for the most part, yet he wanted to explore every section. “OH! I DIDN’T KNOW SOMEONE ELSE WAS IN HERE.” head turns to look at her, brows raised as his lips curve a slight smile.

[chulainnhound-blog]

                                    ( @erroneoux )

      A dead lighter was no friend of his, no matter how many times he would flick it open in hopes of a red flame, nothing came of it. “You got to be shitting me’,” The lancer curses under his breath, evident of his annoyance based on his features that showed. All he wanted was to have a smoke and yet his luck just didn’t want him to. “Hey little Lady, do you got a light?” It wasn’t weird to ask someone as they passed for a quick light, was it? Maybe even a spare lighter would do him some good. “I promise I don’t bite, I just need a quick flame.”

[tritwo-blog1]

@erroneoux

✦ —— ❝ you're wearing some pretty fancy stuff right now. what're you looking for in here ? ❞ shunya ended up perusing the accessories store during his visit to the golden ward, unable to shake the inner designer within him craving to see some kind of competition-- also partly to see if there would be something from his own family's line that somehow made it here despite all odds. the girl he ends up bumping to during his browsing looks both out of place yet somehow too good for the store with just a cursory glance at her person. he raises an eyebrow, legitimately curious for whatever answer might spill forth.

[salturia]

           vi. @erroneoux

      SOMEWHERE IN A FARAWAY WORLD, IN A FARAWAY LIFE, THE CROSSROADS OF FATE SIT, CLUSTERED IN CHAOS. The variables of constancy are unstable there, as stray decisions frequently carve deviant paths into alternate universes. Trivial choices could lead people down these forked passages, leading wanderers to different people, places, and things. Like automated vehicles, their common denominator lay in the ground beneath their feet, and the way that it shifts to and fro. This thought resonated with her in a bizarre fashion as the dame crossed her, and instinctively, ghastly fingers reached for the chestnut billows that cascaded from her back. A lock of them fell into her palm, and she grasped them with a quiet gentility, enough to call the attention of the bearer to her without causing strain.

       The hair slipped from her fingers then, but Arturia kept steady eyes on the woman. They were unreadable, but intent on deciphering some unspoken riddle in her mind.

[vitascxualis]

                “just take a look of how delicate you seem! i dare to say you look like a porcelain doll... ah~ if you were i’d like to bring you home and dress you up, using you to decorate my house~ maybe my brother could turn you into a real one” // @erroneoux || s.c

[mischiefreagent-blog]

@erroneoux --

    “Well, I’ve a magic chaos sword that can destroy most of these monsters with relative ease--” Or transform into a useless pile of crimson gooey garbage, but so was it always when dealing with items tagged in chaos, “--but do tell me, how do you intend for hacking to do us much good, here? These beasts are of flesh and blood, aren’t they?” 

[indumentums-blog]

   @erroneoux

   Uta is not the kind of person to believe he knows everything. He knows many things, and takes pride in the advice he gives, even coming to appreciate his own tendency to speak in rather foreboding tones. But again, he acknowledges the unknowns he has not yet come to be familiar with.

   And this girl is one of them.

   Something about her is off, he thinks. Whether it is the way she smells, or the way she carries herself, Uta cannot place a single tattooed finger on just why he feels intrigued, and yet he is. He sees her standing there under a flickering streetlight and he looms over the sight, weighing his options between continuing to observe or dropping down and giving a greeting.

   Within the length of a breath, he jumps from the rooftop he previously brooded on, making an inhumanly precise landing. He is not human, after all, and he wonders if that is a trait she shares.

   “It’s quite late to be out alone,” he remarks. “You never know what can be lurking around.”

[offbench]

★ @erroneoux stepped up to the plate!

    ☆ --- “Hey, this store ain’t actually closed, right? It’s the middle of the day...!”

[hamonqueen-blog]

@erroneoux

          ┈┈「 ♚｡ » When she couldn’t figure out where to go next, she decided to stop next to a tree to take a moment and contemplate about her next destination. The leaflet did mention that there were booths selling handcrafted items; and a part of her was interested in buying a new necklace or earrings. The sight of a child on the other side of the tree caught her attention, effectively snapping her out of her thoughts. The stranger’s eyes were latched onto the game booths. Normally, she would avert her gaze to avoid getting into other people’s business; but the icy brown eyes on her impassive face confused her. The emotionless exterior didn’t match her desire. “... Do you want to win a prize? Or did you try already and fail?” The latter part sounded harsher than the first.

[counterguardianism-blog]

@erroneoux

                  There was familiarity with the visage before him, brows narrowing , he would then left his hand to rest against his chest. She of a previous time he was summoned, Archer did not know if she would remember the counter guardian in these current predicaments, however, it would be for the best. “You seem lost,” Hand falling back to his side, he would take a deep but silent breath.”I would be the worst one to ask for any directions.” 

[nitikrty]

       ☀ @erroneoux

 ✫   𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝑒𝓂𝒾𝓉𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈, though it was hardly a task to deceive the populace into wonderment. The anatomized architecture that sprung forth from the gravel had sharply boosted morale for the citizens, giving them enough to soldier on despite their disadvantages in courage and combat efficiency. The battlegrounds were alight with shouts of history in the making and passionate militants, swinging about for their own permissions-- a marvelous sight, no doubt. 

        Nevertheless, it displeased her to see the fragmented remains of those who’d succumbed to injuries. Despite being incapable of death, they seemed fully aware of their ability to suffer. But. If it needn’t be, it shouldn’t be. That was her belief. Yet, there were far too many brave commoners among the cluster of well-established warriors; too many self-proclaimed heroes wishing to help a situation in exaggerated ways. So when she spots an amateur magus weaving her way through the crowd, she felt it proper to summon a hoard of mummies to blockade her.

      “Make no move to cut them down. I have assigned them to protect you, and that they will do. But tell me, why are you here? Surely with your abilities, you cannot hope to subdue more than a handful of these brutes. Do you not think... that it would be better to form a contract with one of these many Servants?”