polaroid-angel

[polaroid-angel]

◇ Director's Update!

Polaroid Angel will be getting a complete rewrite in light of new plot points and to balance my interests!

A lot of the plot points do not make sense and have been marked outdated, so please expect a lack of activity for now.

[polaroid-angel]

* uses my evil brain waves to transfer my awful migraine onto libra *

"AAAAUGGH!!! AAAAAH!!!"

Poor Libra is having a Libra-leveled headache!

[polaroid-angel]

(ooc: I NEED TO POINT OUT HOW AWESOME THESE GUYS LOOK. ESPECIALLY PORTER AND VALEFAR, ALTHOUGH MAYBE I JUST FIND 'EM COOLER CUZ I LIKE ELEHITCH A LOT. I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE THESE GUYS THEY'RE SO PRETTY CAN I PLEASEPLEASPLEASEPLEASEPLAES DRAW THEM)

(ur cool)

-💜

((ooc: hehe suree!))

[polaroid-angel]

"Whoops."

Yeah, the rat is big anyways. Bacon would get fat.

"A-Anyways... did you receive a letter from a guy called Forcas? He's my friend, and... he's been missing for almost two weeks now."

— Calling from ... [ @polaroid-angel ]

[ Signal: Libra ]

Lost? No, he wouldn't call himself that. Unlike Valefar, he's not careless, and he does keep track of where he goes. Notepad in hand, he opens the door, a wondrous smile on his face as he dragged Valefar behind him.

"Spacious... but a bit stuffy... someone may live here or does live here! Aaah, thinking about it makes me so excited!"

He comments, noting it down.

"This can't be where Forcas is... last tip I got, he was in somewhere where it's sooty. So like... a burn site..."

> [You rush over to greet the familiar boy]

> [You notice the fellow with him]

[polaroid-angel]

>Hello Valefar!

>[a strange entity approaches]

>[it appears to be enveloped in purple smoke]

>[its expression looks like a combination of ":3" and ":]"]

-💜

"Oh! Hello—"

Valefar was shoved away from the new entity by Libra, who promptly shook the entity's hands.

"Welcome, welcome! It's a pleasure to have you here!"

[polaroid-angel]

"I'm awful lonely without Zayne and Porter here... who can talk to me?"

[polaroid-angel]

how have things been going so far?

While they were slow, they were making steady progress. If finding little clues left behind by Forcas counted as steady progress... the poor man was definitely behind on his studies.

"I'd say they're faring well!"

[polaroid-angel]

(for Libra lol)

“te voy a buscar, oooooo, corre, corre, escóndete, estoy enviando a mis demonios después de ti” (I'm going to look for you, oooooo, run, run, hide, I'm sending my demons after you)

[spooky grabby hands]

"I'm... very confused..."

[polaroid-angel]

Side Note: I come back to the blog after letting it simmer only to be hit with so much lore. Ended up getting a mental whiplash. Glad to see you back tho! How’s life?))

Hey new guy, who do you happen to be? As a bit of an icebreaker, what’s your favorite code or cipher?

A-and I’ll see what I can do to help with your search. Hopefully.

[theorist anon]

New guy? What an odd way to refer to a backliner who's been around since the days of Porter's joining. The Director would laugh at such a statement, considering how funny it sounded.

However, he is a busy man, and busy men keep themselves occupied with unnecessary necessities.

How boring...

He eyes the anon, blinking slowly like a cat observing a mouse before he clasped his hands together cheerfully.

"Oh, what a pleasant surprise! Finally, a visitor after all these years~!"

It appears that he is exaggerating.

"My name is Myeong Hoon Dan, but do feel free to call me Myeong Hoon or Libra! Honestly, formalities don't matter when it comes to me!"

"Aaah, I almost forgot to answer the question... do give me some Ceasar cipher, those are always fun to decode★"

[polaroid-angel]

He takes the hand and shakes it gently; its eager words were a pleasant sound to listen to, and he was mildly amused by the answer it gave.

Unless it had a strange sense of pride with its job, then the compulsion to mention how amazing of a job accounting was either a lie or an unsettlingly convincing truth.

...

Whatever it was, Myeong Hoon didn't care about it.

"It must be a good job if it's pleasant for you!"

For the pitiful passerine, anyway.

He explores the space a bit more. The walls were the same as always, the same boring beige color killing his eyes with the ugliness of its shade only further accentuated by the warm light.

However, it looks very different from his office space. It is welcoming—too welcoming.

"You're very proud of your job, I see..."

What an obvious observation.

⠀⠀⠀"  it's  a  pleasure  to  meet  you,  mr.  dan  !  "   and  with  warm  words  comes  the  offer  of  a  handshake  —  hand  held  out  with  a  slight  tremble.   to  this,   it  seems  to  pay  no  mind,   wholly  focused  on  the  man  before  it   ;   staring  as  it  always  does,   unblinking,   unmoving. ⠀⠀⠀there's  a  satisfied  hum  that  follows  his  words  —  clara  is  lovely,   she's  always  due  for  a  compliment  !   —  before  an  eager  reply  ;

⠀⠀⠀"  i  work  in  accounting  !  i'm  an  accountant  !  "   how  delightful  it  is,   to  declare  that  it  has  a  real  job   ;   that  it's  finally  made  a  place  for  itself  among  the  worthy  …  ! 

⠀⠀⠀"  it's such an amazing job  ! ♫  "

[polaroid-angel]

Oh, that siren was unusually loud. While he was curious, he focused his attention on the birdie in front of him.

Might as well do what he usually does; analyze and answer. It asked for his name, ever so politely, and so he shall answer accordingly.

"I'm Myeong Hoon Dan. Feel free to call me Mr. Dan, however!"

He's intrigued. This man was a mirror of the harsh coworker he worked with; he won't admit, the similarity disturbed him quite a bit. He doubts that he'll be able to maintain eye contact with Porter for a while.

...

It just blinked.

He awkwardly coughed away the silence with another question. Information is always useful, regardless if he needed it or not.

"Clara, I see... she is a lovely piece of work. What do you do here?"

⠀⠀⠀…  a  visitor  ??? ⠀⠀⠀the  news  might  have  been  received  with  confusion,   once  upon  a  moon  —  free  time  spent  in  an  office  you  don't  work  at  ?   now,   though,   pride   (   or  something  adjacent,   anyhow   )   is  what  threads  its  smile  ;  because  of  course  someone  would  want  to  visit  an  office  as  lovely  as  this  one  !   a  building  of  opportunity,   of  blessings  upon  earth  —  ! ⠀⠀⠀"  my  name  is  —  "   it  starts,   words  characteristically  cut  -  off  by  a  siren's  well  -  timed  blare,   "  —  it's  a  pleasure  to  meet  you  !   you'll  have  to  thank  clara  for  our  wonderful  space  !   she  really  is  a  sight  to  behold  !   " ⠀⠀⠀a pretty one, perhaps. not  beautiful.

⠀⠀⠀"  oh  !   pardon  my  manners,  "   it  gasps with a start  ;  "  i  never  asked  you  for  your  name  !   who  are  you  ?  " ⠀⠀⠀…  …  … ⠀⠀⠀when  was  the  last  time  it  blinked  —  ??

[polaroid-angel]

Was he... new? Here? Well, he wasn't an employee but why would he lie? He crossed his arms, listening to its pleasant chirping.

"Not quite... I'm just a visitor..."

He made sure to maintain eye contact with the odd person.

Observing their eyes and polite demeanor, this little birdie was interesting; it stared at him with such empty eyes, and while he was compelled to pull his gaze away, he found himself drawn to it.

"This is such a beautiful office space... who are you, and would it be impolite to ask where you got the decor?"

⠀⠀⠀it’s  sifting  through  spreadsheets  when  a  voice  fills  the  air   —  an  unfamiliar  one,  it’s  quick  to  note.   was  that  a  new  employee ?   a  new  hire  for  the  accounting  department ?   what  a  pleasant  surprise !   it’d  only  be  polite  to  say  hello   …   and  so  it  rises (   however  shakily   ),   skims  the  office  space   — ⠀⠀⠀…   ah !   there’s  a  face  that’s  just  as  unfamiliar.   it’s  quick  to  pad  over,   even  quicker  to  stop,   and  with  a  ever  -  present  smile  and  wave   ;

⠀⠀⠀"   good  afternoon !   ♫   i'm sorry to bother you, but i don't recognize you,   "   it  chirps   ;   "  are  you  new  here ?  "

[polaroid-angel]

— 🔍 Investigation Begin !

He's not one to meddle around with things. But slow progress is slow progress, and he'd be a fool not to keep himself entertained to some degree.

A hand on the door, he let fate decide where to take him—this time it was a quaint little office space.

Much like the one he currently resides in, but with... less glitz and glamour.

Still he wears a polite smile, it's very unbecoming of him, especially in a foreign area!

"What a pleasant space! Oh, if only my office wasn't as cramped... or full of creepy things..."

— Calling . . . [ @youneedthisjob ]

[polaroid-angel]

Did you know that you're my grandfather?

[ unit FORCAS is unresponsive . . . ]

[ retrying connection . . . ]

[ . . . ]

[ . . . ]

[ unresponsive. ]

[ unit is either down or disconnected. ]

[ relocating unit [WATCHER] to . . . ]

The camera clicks on, the room is well-lit with warm light on the ceiling, and the atmosphere is quiet; nothing much is happening, just the humming of the fans.

He clicked his pen. Click, click, click.

He clicked his tongue.

"Wow... this is some weird energy..."

He scrambled to fix the screens. He's unaware of who just accessed the network.

Could it be Porter? He's out looking for clues on the Angel, but as of now... nothing. Still, this energy...

"Who's here~?"

[polaroid-angel]

Hey forcas, u know the voice in ur head thats telling u to get the hell outta there?

Yeah listen to it. FUCKING. RUN.

— ◆ Leave the basement

It's about time that he leave anyways...

"..."

Ignoring the plethora of red flags scattered within the floor of the basement, the blood, the clothing, the locket, the cage, he ran out of the basement floor.

His steps, light and quick, he just needed his glasses...

Thump! He bumped into someone.

"........."

"V-Vincent...!!"

[polaroid-angel]

((🩵: desperately holding my hands out,,,,, someone talk to forcas,,,, I'm not sure how to continue where I left off from😭))

[polaroid-angel]

— ♠︎ Director's Notes

Visual updates to Polaroid Angel's Remembrance!:

▪︎ I'm not using videos to portray the remembrance anymore as Capcut has become pretty much inaccessible...

▪︎ On the other hand... more written and drawn works might be made! It's dependent since I'm in the month where I have to start completing research and being more active in class.