#– verse / tba !

[marshalforgotten]

@cosmicxblossoms continued from {x}

The fight was something eyes witnessed on accident, as she was merely traveling across nations via In-between. The thought of leaving it be crossed her mind, as what right did she have to intrude upon another's territory? Those thoughts were changed however, once soul sight beheld this so-called "Bone King"; seeing his wretched state of the spirit.

She may know very little of the individual personally, but watching one's own kind be reduced to such a deplorable condition felt unnerving if not downright insulting. No, she would not stand for this. Thus did concealed primate inform Maya that she would be out of town for an indefinite amount of time. Keeping up her human appearance happened to be important, but this felt more so.

MK's words temporarily gave her pause, making a frown appear on countenance. She supposed him taking notice eventually would be inevitable, but changing tactics did present challenges at times.

"...And so does the pot call the kettle black," she muttered, before promptly turning to face him with a faux grin and hands akimbo to sides. "Requesting help, from a thief? You and that famous warrior truly are in a real pickle, huh? I suppose I can help, since you asked so nicely." Strangely enough, hidden baboon felt that this would be needed, so she endeavored to drain plenty of medical herbs dry beforehand.

[ultimateutopia]

@valiantseeker ♥'d for a starter!

"You know you could just ask to visit this side of the Castle?"

One hand on his hips, the other on the frame of Castle Figaro's treasury door, Edgar is relaxed despite the presence of the thief treasure hunter somewhere he doesn't belong.

"You don't have to sneak around. But if you want to..."

A wink, followed by a smile.

"You should really try to get better at it.", the king teases, barely able to contain a chuckle.

[paramcur]

priv. for @clearwinged.

father theodore was perhaps one of the most open-minded and tolerant amongst church parish, choosing to believe that rather than bible thumping fire and brimstone preaching, with patience and acceptance -- those who need guidance and want to nurture their relationship with God will do so. his patience and faith is rewarded when teddy spots an unfamiliar face making their way through the church pews. the father blinks, studying the new face with intensity. "i haven't seen you around here before, have i? i'm afraid service just ended. is there something troubling you?" he asks, head tilting curiously to the side with interest as he folds his arms across his chest, waiting for a response. "whether you're a member of our church matters little, i'm more than willing to listen if there is," father teddy reassures him.

[countlessrealities]

@statiicstag sent:

❝ And aren't you a handsome fellow? ❞

Curiously, he leans around his mirror image's form to inspect him head to toe. Inexplicably, they're identical.

// for Alastor ;3

How curious.

Alastor has witnessed many oddities, in the world of the living and, even more, in his afterlife. However, very few things have managed to surprise and intrigue him as much as unexpectedly being faced with himself.

His first thought is that it might be some sort of trick, a new torment the powers of Hell are testing, but the other looks puzzled, as much as he is, for it not to be genuine. He knows his own body language too well not to be able to tell.

"I could say the same thing about you, my good man," he answers in a cordial tone, eyes following the other as he circles him. They don't just look identical, they also sound identical. "I must say, this is quite unusual. Even for a peculiar place like the one we're confined to."

He doesn't know what to make of...this. Under other circumstances, the fact would have annoyed him. He has never liked it when things get too out of his control or when he is clueless. In this case, however? It's all too fascinating for him to be displeased.

"I'd introduce myself, but something tells me that we are already more than acquainted with each other. Isn't that right?"

[captainseamech]

           -> Testing @plasticsouled ’s muse! || Kaazar

             High Tide felt like somebody was watching him as he made his way out of water, shaking some algae away from his frame and looking around. He shrugged it off after not seeing anyone around... But then a shadowy figure loomed over him, making the mech take a step back with a fast revving engine. They were... quite tall.

             “W-What?!” He clenched his servos, trying to identify who it was... Didn’t help much since it was pretty dark this night. “What do ye want??”

[beyondbinaries]

i am not sorry

[imprvdente]

@admiraltyspride​ . 𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑

Fish was hidden under the Captain’s desk, arms wrapped around her legs. When the navy ship had appeared on the horizon she was ready to fight, and no one seemed to pay attention to the little cabin boy anyway. No one but the quartermaster. A harsh man, but not without kindness. He had grabbed her like she weighed nothing and brought her here. She had tried arguing, of course, fighting him like a wild little thing. But he had shut her up quickly, hands pressed against her shoulders. “Do you want to die, lad?” he had asked her, “because you’ll die if you stay on the deck. If they find you, they’ll hang you for piracy.”

And so, she was now hiding, trembling and jolting at every sound. It wasn’t that she was a squeamish kid. She was brave to the point of recklessness, actually. But hanging from a noose? Oh, she remembered seeing the dead pirates in the port, floating in the wind like empty bags of flesh, with crows eating their eyes. 

Fish didn’t want to end up like that. Lunch for the crows.

Things got very quiet, and she wondered if it was finally over. Did they win? Wiping a few tears from her eyes (one of them black, for she had been struck by the captain that same morning, for stealing a handful of biscuits) she extracted herself from her hiding place. Yes, things were quiet now, surely it was over, and she was safe.

So when the door opened, she expected to see the Captain, and perhaps even feel great relief upon his apparition, for once. Unfortunately, it was a stranger who walked into the room, a stranger wearing the clothes of an officer (not that she really knew a whole lot about the navy, but she recognized the shiny buttons and the fancy jacket and all the things that no pirate would ever wear). 

Standing there in horror, “please don’t hang me sir,” was all she managed to say.

[rosh1d]

       ❛❛   Who are you ?   ❜❜        grip upon the hilt of his sword tightens 'till knuckles turn white,   a guarded stiffness in both demeanor and form,   voice hoarse as though vocal chords hadn't trembled for an age.   A once free boy's obedience had been bought at the cost of his brother's                 held in a confinement such as her own with countless threats he would suffer the outcomes of his own misconduct or for a demonstration of questionable loyalty                  Joshua's very existence was all the leverage to stir the beast within   ...   how many innocent lives were taken in Shinra's name since then ?   He turned a blind eye to it all,   hoping it could serve as a means to an end to spare his brother some cruelties until an assured escape would present itself to them.   Freedom now tastes bitter,   a meaningless victory without the one whom he fought to protect all his life   ...   I'll make them pay,   I promise you this,   Joshua.   The flame of vengeance had numbed the anguish within a heart that bleeds from a wound never to heal,   he feels its sting now as the woman's sight brings unpleasant remembrance to a fresh loss.        ❛❛   What do you want ?   ❜❜        he inquires,   tone lacking the intention to help as he's begrudgingly reminded of the reality before him.   if it's a way out she's seeking,   he would offer no more than that.

@sacredflorist // starter !

[tsareviich]

@w4ntd : “Look at all those happy couples, fawning over each other. Disgusting.” v-day memes. || accepting!

it took everything in him not to get up and walk away from the table. of course there they were surrounded by happy couples. they had booked this trip when they were also a couple. and happy. but now they were just... angry and bitter. but the tickets were non-refundable. vasily regrets not telling eugene just to go with lance. but then a part of him didn't want that either. it felt... wrong knowing that eugene would be doing these romantic things... with lance. or anyone else for that matter. but it didn't matter. they were here now. and it was only a few weeks. they could make it through this.

" people can hear you, you know, " he mutters, a little quieter than eugene was. he smiles at some of the people that looked over to them. he's going to need to be a lot more sober than this if he's going to get through this. " just behave, alright? surely, even you can do that. " he finishes his drink, waving the waiter down to bring him another one. maybe he'll find some else single. or an open marriage. or someone with loose morals. at this point, he didn't care. " just get through dinner and then we can go do something else," he pauses, then adds, " separately. of course. "

[benydikta]

"i did not know who else to turn to."

 ･     '𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈 𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽 𝙸 𝙲𝙰𝙽 𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽 𝚃𝙾'    :    accepting !

𝙰𝙵𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝙸𝚇 𝚈𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚂 𝙰𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝙴𝙻𝙼 𝙾𝙵 𝙰 𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶𝙳𝙾𝙼,       her influence dragging its spindly fingers along the heartstrings of the continent, plucking,       she'd be better at avoiding unwanted tangles. situations.       the way the sky falls and lands as pieces on her shoulders     ━    and she has no choice to shake it off with her wings.       her intelligencers weren't far. she was waiting for them at a rendezvous point,        leaning her back against a half-crumbled wall with smoke heady in her mouth.        but        [ and there is always a but isn't there, a shove in the wrong direction, too-calm winds ]        storms can come just as quickly with scarcely any warning, and benedikta finds herself wrapped up in a battle she would have much rather turned away from.

it's easy to leave and return, see     ━    to let whatever unfortunate take their battles alone and to die alone,        but many things intersected at once:        that leaving this position would be disadvantageous so close to the meeting time,        that maybe, just maybe,        benedikta hated those bastards enough to revel in their slaughter,        and lastly to be asked for help took her by surprise.        her. her.        as if she were some benevolent, street-side hero.

well, benedikta would indulge.        would tear it out of that stranger's belly later:        why are you here, DONT YOU KNOW WHO I AM, DONT YOU KNOW WHAT I CAN DO?        this warrior that brought nothing short of a small army behind her,        that could rip through life like it was nothing.        and it's only when they stand in a landscape of blood,        benedikta's talons ripping through her fingers, all stretched through her knuckles,        does the stranger speak.

        ‘‘  i did not know who else to turn to,  ’’      @notodin says. surely not.        not in this abandoned ruin with no one notable around for stretches in either direction.

        ‘‘  that's no excuse,  ’’      benedikta snaps,        mouth full of serrated teeth, a cut forming on her bottom lip from how overfull her fangs, all jumbled,        cut and cut and cut at human softness.        the blood on her tongue sobers her.        makes the buzz and the shake in her arms ease, feathers retracting back into the pale wash of her skin.        she's dissatisfied. vexed. half-sated.        pulled out of her shell and packing herself back in.        now that neither of them are in immediate danger,        she turns on her temporary ally.

she cannot be compromised here.        she     ━     ‘‘  i will give you one chance to explain yourself.  ’’      her dark eyes burn.    ‘‘  if i don't like your answer, i'll make sure you regret those bandits didn't kill you.  ’’      

[marshalforgotten]

✅ + "Show me your favorite sparrin' stance." Harmony may or may not be looking for a sparring partner.

Yes Day!

"My favorite sparring stance, hm?" My goodness, this was a feisty one! A tapping ensued against her chin, out of contemplation. "That is a difficult thing to pin down. There are so many I could utilize to my advantage and depending on situation one style may be preferred over another. Though I suppose I am partial to something like this."

She then bent one knee down against floor, before sliding other foot pointedly across it into a stretch. Hands curled into fists, as left arm shifted to pose akin towards a punch. The right one meanwhile looked to be flexing. Almost as if she was showing off. If only her tail was out at this time, then it might display a curl.

"...Do you recognize it?" she inquired.

[ultimateutopia]

@valiantseeker

❛ can’t sleep? ❜ @ terra !

She let out a soft gasp, wide eyes meeting Locke's and only then relaxing. She not only couldn't sleep: she was tense, even more than usual.

Terra could still smell the melted metal, the ashes, the burnt skin, still feel heat of the fire on her skin, and his laugh still echoed in her ear, loud and cruel. A memory she thought long forgotten.

"...sorry, just--" she attempts to smile, and yet that small grin dies out in a sigh "...bad dream. I think.

...you?"

I mean... he was awake too, right? Hopefully it's not a nightmare as well...

[deathbind]

( the dark nest // accepting ) LAWRENCE HIGHFIELD [ @cordbound ] WROTE: ❝They're wondering what you're doing. To tell the truth, so am I.❞

MEKETI LOTUS DID NOT GROW here. They were brilliant flowers, more blue even than the waters they inhabited. In Meketi, they were mhad apcioy, cradle of stars, for it was said their golden stamen were sleeping stars not yet old enough to adorn the heavens. A myth made more believable by the best tended of these growing as large as a man's head. They were the life to balance death, and often thrived where there was a great confluence of spirits. Thus they had found their way into many a ritual.

He would pay a pretty penny for the petal of one now — or at least some decent incense. He needed answers that mortal lips could not supply, but there were not many spirits here. Either that or they were shy. He'd had to get creative in attracting a few. He'd spent the better part of the day gathering the most fragrant flowers and polishing the few bowls they had with them. They glinted now in the falling sun. He'd nestled them among the flowers, most filled with his share of the sweet wine. The remainder burned with teal flame that gave neither heat nor crackle. It only sang softly.

At the heart of this sat the simple brass cup dangling always from his belt. This he kept empty for now. It was not yet time. Instead, he sat to the side carefully carving a humanoid figurine from wood. Not traditional materials but one learned to make due.

He turned the figurine toward Lawrence as first answer to his question. ❝Shabti. One who will answer.❞ He pointed off to the horizon. ❝When the sun is set halfway, I'll invite the spirits to share a drink with me. If any accept that invitation and answer my questions honestly, they'll have this as thanks.❞ He did not stipulate the answers had to be useful, of course, only honest. Best to be reasonable in such circumstances.

[diadxrling]

@infernal-feminae​ liked for a starter |- Jade 

It had been a wild few weeks for the succubus, going from having her heart ripped out by Val and getting publicly humiliated to working for Beelzebub the Sin getting her out of her contract and moving her out to Gluttony. Dia still felt bad about what happened, it was her fault after all but with everything happening she didn’t have much time to be sad. 

Today she was supposed to meet somebody, the Sin had been very vague about pretty much everything. When the time came Beelzebub just picked the smaller demon up, carried her for a bit before setting her down in front of another succubus. Then quickly introducing the two before walking away leaving at least Dia to be very confused. 

“It’s...eh... nice to meet you” 

[captainseamech]

5'7" c:

Height comparisson shenanigans!

             “Hum, maybe my real height might be an issue sometimes... But I mean, hey, that’s how we met in the first place, right?”

[rosh1d]

        ❛❛   He hasn't given you too much trouble,   I hope ?   ❜❜        a hint of something tinder sounds in his tone,   a smile ever so slight,   yet enough to express gratitude for the woman,   as well as relief in reuniting with a childhood companion.   He's kneeling down,   gloved hand scratching behind the hound's ear.   Torgal was merely a cub when his village was taken over by Shinra,   he would only assume the poor thing fled into the forest to survive                   only to later discover he had been much closer than he thought,   patiently waiting for his and Joshua's return   ...   if only it were that simple,   if he had acted sooner,   he wouldn't be here alone to greet him.        ❛❛   Thank you,   for looking after him.   ❜❜        he says,   directing his attention back at the other,   a happy bark from Torgal sounds as if to second his thanks.        ❛❛   I'm forever in your debt.   ❜❜

@lockedfighter // starter !