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[kwillow]

Old Wounds

So excited to finally post this comic collab between @chocodile and I! She did the initial thumbnails and colors and provided the evil wizard rabbit, and I did the script, sketch and lines and provided the pathetic prettyboy unicorn.

Old Wounds is a look into the alliance between Duke Hyden and Lord de Luxe, an alliance that winds up being a mere ploy for Hyden’s experimentation with unicorn blood and leaves Ambroys feeling rather drained (and often unconscious on Hyden’s floor). It takes place towards the end of their “friendship”, after there’s some serious bad blood between the two - bad blood that sustains a centuries-long grudge.

(Well - I say “bad blood,” but Hyden seems to think the blood is juuuust fine.)

[theminecraftbee]

I'm really glad to have found the Hermitcraft fandom here on Tumblr, I've been a long time fan and it's awesome to discover all this great fanart and content and stuff. Any must-follow MCYT/Hermitcraft/Minecraft blogs?

oh gosh, welcome! in general i am BAD about remembering who i follow and who i don't; a great way to find who you want to follow might be to just go through the #hermitcraft tag and follow people you find funny, or, heck, if i reblog a lot of art from a certain artist you like (or not a lot, like one art even), go follow them!

while we're here, a few additional general etiquette rules (keeping in mind that like, this is tumblr, trying to claim ANYTHING is a whole-community norm is basically impossible i am claiming a norm from my specific circle of guys): do not crosstag, only tag things that are actually in your post. don't use the 'minecraft' tag, that tag is for people who like the actual game. (i mean, you can use it if you are posting about minecraft, but not if you're posting about the youtubers). it's generally considered rude to put your crit in the main tags, especially without tagging 'discourse' somewhere so it can be filtered. shipping should generally have a 'hermitshipping' tag on it for filtering purposes as well, but if something is tagged hermitshipping and you're mad about it just like, block them, they did the important part.

the hermits i know of on tumblr (could be more, idk): @/joehills @/pearlescentmoo @/falsesymmetry @/therealdocm77 (not actually active but has the account) @/geminitayyt. cleo also had an account but it is no longer active. also @/inthelittlewood is here and like very active, as is @/askzloyxp and @/quinnhills. as a general etiquette rule, just... act like they're perfectly ordinary tumblr users and continue your business as usual! and don't send them weird asks or anything.

off the top of my head, a few blogs i like, an EXTREMELY non-exhaustive list, find your own guys out there as well you won't regret it! like, you will find the experience you like best just going out there and looking for it yourself! i've absolutely missed a bunch of guys i love, let alone guys you would love! this is like 10 million percent non-exhaustive, i follow 1,570 blogs apparently, many of which aren't hermitcraft or mcyt related, but many of which are, so i just sorta. went for it. and when i was having trouble remembering if a name was a repeat that's when i stopped. so. non-exhaustive list:

@nightshadeowl, @jestroer, @astronomodome, @kingtheghast, @floweroflaurelin, @roenais, @silverskye13, @wasyago, @rusty-courage, @art-by-fate, @silverskye13, @redstonedust, @betweenlands, @sixteenth-days, @judas-iscaryot, @terracottakore, @cherrifire, @antimony-medusa, @hybbart, @made-nondescript, @luigra, @cuteiemonster, @mawofthemagnetar, @potionofinstantdamage, @concorp, @spiderziege, @salemoleander, @bc-jpeg, @magicalmanhattanproject, @simplydm, @12u3ie, @mishapen-dear, @lunarblazes, @girltimeswithscar, @kishdoodles, @quaranmine, @shadeswift99, @bdoubleowo, @quicksandblock, @beacon-lamp, @kikunai, @sideblague, @applestruda, @ingapotejtoo, @belmarzi, @strifetxt

anyway FEEL FREE TO PROMO GUYS OR YOURSELF ON THIS POST TOO! from what i understand we may be getting some new guys sometime soon here from the twitter lands? so it may be helpful to have that for anyone who's looking for new guys to follow!

and most of all: WELCOME!!!

[nichiperi]

happy birthday to meeee~ ヘ⁠(⁠￣⁠ω⁠￣⁠ヘ⁠)

[space-spoon]

Hatsune Miku x Cinnamon roll!

[leavingautumn13]

i'm a fan of letting my players do basically whatever they want in regards to character creation/ideas, so naturally i opened up a bunch of unplayable races to them in case they want to play those races. this also helps me with building major npcs, especially if those npcs may become additional party members/allies and therefore playable by my players.

anyway, my problem now is trying to figure out how a martial class neogi would work, because like...

no hands. this guy is only effective in combat because their enemies fall down from laughing so hard

[talesofourworlds]

@osovereign liked for a discussed starter!

He'd said he wanted to learn the angelic language, and when Genis said he wanted to learn something there wasn't a lot that could convince him otherwise. Now that Colette was recovered from her latest bout of Angel Toxicosis, they'd been able to return to Asgard. They'd reached the inn, and they had some free time, so it seemed today was the perfect time to try and begin his studies.

The trouble was that Colette was spending some time with Lloyd. Understandable enough, Genis thought. He'd noticed that Lloyd had wanted to stick a little closer to Colette since she'd undone the most recent seal. That didn't leave Genis with many people he could talk to about his studies, though. Raine was knowledgeable, that much was true, but she was also busy. Likely looking over their supplies and making sure they had enough in their budget to keep going as needed.

So, that just left Kratos. The mercenary had made it sound like he knew a lot about the language. After all, just like Colette, Kratos had said he could provide instruction when Genis had expressed an interest in learning. Since it was just the two of them who weren't busy right then, it made sense to at least ask if it was a good time. So, Genis left the inn and headed outside to where he knew Noishe was being kept.

Asgard wasn't a very big place, all things considered. There weren't all that many potential places for someone like Kratos to potentially be. So, it just made sense to look for Noishe. Sure enough, after a bit of walking, Genis found Noishe. Lloyd had mentioned that Kratos also had seemed interested in his weird dog, and it looked like he really was if he was standing there and talking with him like Lloyd sometimes did.

Genis beamed, feeling hope for his studies skyrocket. He could have tried to write out what he remembered seeing of the book that had the seal locations in, but somehow he thought that trying to learn on his own wouldn't go well. Best to ask someone knowledgeable on the subject.

"Hey, Kratos?"

"You know how I said I wanted to try and learn the angelic language?" Genis thought that was as good a place as any to start. "I was hoping maybe now would be a good time to start. If you aren't too busy, I mean."

[respondedinkind]

Plotted starter for @ssolessurvivor

Something must have gone wrong at some point during Ka'anh's escape - because the last thing he remembers is that he made it, that he managed to get his beaten body to a shuttle and leave his home behind, flee from the special forces sent after him to try and get him to succumb to his fate.

Now, however, he's not where he should be, he can tell; He's not sitting within his shuttle, he's not controlling it in any way, he's not flying it through the vast distance of space.

He's lying on his stomach instead, face down, and the surface his face is pressed against isn't made of cold steel but rather of... something else. Something that smells different; It tickles his face, which Ka'anh barely feels, because the pain he experiences is probably the worst he's ever gone through.

A moan escapes him, deep and guttural; Something stabs into his abdomen, somewhere next to his navel, the rhythmic pulse a telltale of something dangerous happening within his skull. Every fiber of his existence is on fire, every nerve ending sending signals through his body at speeds that overwhelm him, and with every breath he takes, Ka'anh can hear his lungs rattle like he's pulling chains through his ribcage.

This might be the first time he actually wants to die - to just stay here and give up, to have this pain fade and leave him, throw him into darkness to never return. But of course he does not give in to the urge; He's a soldier, he's made for survival, and he doesn't want the fight against his own kind to have been for nothing - it wouldn't be worth it, deem it a failure despite his success to get away from a home that never has given him the comfort it should have in the first place.

Somehow, Ka'anh manages to move - he uses his left arm to push himself up, which, in return, causes his frame to roll onto his back; He cries out as he does, the pain that shoots through him so intense he feels like he's going to puke his guts out, but it does not happen, not yet. Eyes squeezed shut, teeth bared in agony, Ka'anh inhales, exhales, inhales and exhales - he whistles as he does, not on purpose but because his lungs continue to collapse, a rib or two must have broken through the tissue. His body shivers from exhaustion and effort to keep him alive, and when Ka'anh finally manages to crack his eyes open, he is greeted with blobs of blue and green, but no clear image that tells him where he is.

Brain damage, his mind successfully provides, most likey from whatever he's suffered through. He hears the sound of broken machinery, smells molten steel - he must have crashed somewhere, he assumes. Get up, get up, get up! Assess the damage, assess your health, figure out where you are and how you get away again!

As Ka'anh tries to do exactly that, he realizes his injuries must be even worse than expected - one of his legs doesn't cooperate, it's likely broken at least twice, somewhere along the hip perhaps. When he blinks to clear his vision, he can see the blurry shapes of his own self as he looks down - spotting his shirt being torn, soaked with blood, his shaking hands equally as bright red in color as he holds them up in front of his face. One wrist must be broken, it bends awkwardly, and the stabbing sensation from earlier is a piece of metal debris poking out from the left side of his lower abdomen.

"---Wi..." (Fuck), he grunts, his head falling back to the ground as he takes another breath, trying to steady himself. Only after a second he tries again, growls as he sits up, then somehow manages to turn back around so he is on all fours (or, all threes, as his one leg is of no use). His wrist creaks under the pressure and he, as quickly as he can, shifts his weight to his other hand - then uses the bad one to wipe away some sweat and blood from his forehead, blinking again as he takes a peek at what surrounds him.

His shuttle, wrecked. Nature that's unfamiliar to him, including trees and grass. The scent of blood is overwhelming, and despite everything being quiet it almost feels deafening, the silence added to his own blood rushing within his ears. He huffs, takes another breath, feeling nausea hitting him in sharp bursts to which he swallows - trying to keep it at bay.

He needs to... figure something out. He has a medkit somewhere, but to find it will be close to impossible with how damaged and torn his shuttle is. Perhaps his body would cope on its own, but with the concussion, the metal sticking inside his abdomen, the multiple broken bones all over his frame, the collapsed lung, possible internal bleeding... chances are slim, even for someone like him.

Ka'anh gives in, finally, and retches - covering the grass beneath himself in crimson, coughing in between, the pain almost too much to handle. Too much to exist. Too much to endure.

He thinks he hears something, somewhere - like twigs snapping beneath weight, perhaps. Fuck, where is his gun?! Where is it?! He can not find it on his own body as his hand starts to pat himself down...

[ravenshour]

@hellfireheroes | plotted starter

it was an exciting day for Jamie. he's been a fan of Eddie's band for a while now and being able to actually see them live was the most spectacular thing to happen to them all week, especially because it was a last minute thing. after seeing the show, Jamie didn't think his day could get any better---that is until they stopped at a diner later in the night and ordered some waffles and chocolate milk when you know who walks into the diner? fucking Eddie, that's who.

of course, it looks like he's trying to be discreet and maybe Jamie shouldn't bother him, but after hearing about everything that had happened with Eddie and in Hawkins, he was curious and wanted to see if he could get the rockstar onto his podcast so that they could have a real life experience on the show---THAT would be cool. so, with that in mind, Jamie stands up and approaches the table where Eddie is sat and clears his throat. "excuse me? Eddie?" well, he couldn't just walk up there and completely ambush him, now could they? gotta start slow and that's exactly what he's going to do.

[dove-skulls]

grrrrr cant create my new dev logs blog until lunch so I'm angry

[theygender]

*checking the tracking information for my package from under a pile of overpriced teas and vitamins* this next herbal supplement will fix me

[buildoblivionthenwewilltalk]

another day another GoT rewatch another frothing rage at what they did to Jon

[stalkcd]

that was a lie, and you know it.

"WHAT ARE YOU HIDING FROM ME?" || Highly accepting! The Ghostface || @ferociium

Little lies came out natural nowadays. This time, someone must have done their background research, indeed, she knew it. To the strangers, Laurie rarely spoke directly. Even her family name felt like an information she hoped to always keep behind a lock and key.

Brows knitted, forehead rest against the door frame, while gaze lowered at the phone table, letting her fingers idly scatter old paper and this and that on top it. Right now, she felt more annoyed than suspecting anything off. After all, Laurie awoke curiosity among the certain kind of people. Vultures, as she liked to call them.

Time and time again they approached her by phone calls, mail, strangers behind the door. Sometimes more than once, sometimes many at time. Trying different tricks to have even a fragment of her experiences. Who is Laurie Strode, The whole Haddonfield incident, rumors of assumed relation to Michael Myers... the list went on and on, limited only by borders of imagination. Some were so starving to know.

❝ ...take it or leave it then. All I have ever given is already splattered across papers, anyway.❞ she finally spoke again, attempting to sound uninterested - but curiosity did take over her. ❝ Who is this?❞

[starbudspresents]

Re.Gray 002 - Full Moon Night

♠ [ Read on AO3 ] ♠

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♦ 63

Narration: 《AKUMA》 Narration: Malignant living weapon; deceased soul fused into mechanism.

Narration: 《EXORCIST》 Narration: Akuma-destroying clergyperson dressed in black.

Narration: At the close of an imaginary 19th century, Narration: strange things were happening night after night.

Allen: Timcanpy!

sfx: gara gara [wagon rolling over cobblestones]

Allen: Don't flap about so much, Allen: can't have you getting eaten by any more cats.

sfx: jah [pulling curtain aside] Clown: Whaaaa~~~? It got eaten~~? Clown: Lucky to be alive, innit!

sfx: patatata [Timcanpy flapping its metallic wings]

Allen: Rose from its grave, didn't you.

Clown: Wassat?

sfx: gyuh [shove]

Yosshii: Here in England to sightsee, traveller?

sfx: yoji yoji [flup flup, sound of wingbeats changing as Tim comes in for the landing]

Allen: No, not exactly. Allen: I've come to introduce myself Allen: at Exorcist headquarters.

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2nd Night - Full Moon Night

♦ 66

Narration: Three months earlier, Narration: somewhere in India...

sfx: pao— pao— [elephants trumpeting]

Cross: Hey. Allen.

Allen: Yes, Master?1

Cross: You've been my apprentice for three years now. Cross: Figure it's about time you graduated... Cross: As of today, you may call yourself a full-fledged Exorcist.

Allen: !! Allen: You really mean it!?

Cross: But that means you need to show your face at Headquarters.

♦ 67

Cross: You... know how to find the place, right?

sfx: su [ominous frisson]

Allen: ... sfx: jirih [suspiciously shrinks back] Allen: Yes?

sfx: pata [flap]

Cross: I'll send my golem2 in my place, then, Cross: and fire off a letter of introduction to Komui, the fellow in charge there.

sfx: jirih [shrinks back further]

sfx: pao— [elephant]

Cross: Get going whenever you wake up.

Allen: You don't mean to skive off!?

sfx: fuoh [raises mallet] Cross: I can't stand that place. sfx: GOH [BONK]

sfx: bah [jerks back to reality with a shudder] Allen: Augh!!

♦ 68

Allen: Just a dream... Allen: I keep reliving it...

sfx: shah [pokes out of curtains]

sfx: haa haa haa [panting]

Clown: All right there~? Sounded like a nightmare~

Jan: AKUMA!!! Jan: It's an Akuma, we're doomed!!

Allen: !!

Clown: W-What's this now!?

Allen: Thanks for the lift! sfx: bah [hup]

Clown: Oh my!?

♦ 69

sfx: dadadadadada [pounding footsteps, Allen running pell-mell]

Allen: Are you all right!? Allen: Where's the— Allen: —Akuma!?

Baldy: No demons round here, mate.

Allen: Sorry?

Baldy: Now look what you've done, Jan, crying wolf.

sfx: goh [bonk]

Jan: OUCH

♦ 70

Baldy: Sorry 'bout that. This lad's a prankster.

sfx: osu [unrepentant]

Jan: It's not a prank, blockhead! Jan: The Akuma really are here!! sfx: geh [pout] Jan: They're slowly but surely spreading across the world! Dad said so!

Baldy: Yes, yes, we know. Here, have a sweet.

Jan: Don't treat me like a kid!! Jan: I'm telling the truth! Jan: Just now, over there, some big fellow in a top hat killed3 this homeless chap! Jan: Stuffed an Akuma skeleton right down his gob—

♦ 71

sfx: pakoh [claps a hand over Jan's mouth] Pigtails: Sorry, folks, just ignore him. Pigtails: Kept pestering me to play with him, so I did, but he got carried away...

Jan: Wnghf!? side, translation: "What!?"

Baldy: Yeah, s'what I thought. Baldy, side: Let's all get back to work.

Baker: We won't come running next time, y'hear?

Jan: Nnn! Hnnn!

sfx: ponn [silence falling like a struck gong]

Jan: ......

♦ 72

sfx: pii [keen slicing sound]

Allen: You cannot fool my eye.

sfx: bu [skin unzipping]

Allen: You're an Akuma.

sfx: bubububu [outer shell disintegrating]

♦ 73

sfx: DON [bwoosh, whole body goes to dust at once]

Jan: ......

sfx: hyuuu [dust curling in the breeze]

Allen: "Jan", was it? Allen: How do you know so much about Akuma?

sfx: pachin [snap of a rebuttoned finger glove]

Jan: WAHHHHHH

sfx: DOH [impact]

Allen: oof!?

♦ 74

sfx: DOH [impact]

Jan: An Exorcist! I've never met one before!! Jan: Was that your anti-Akuma weapon? Jan: Lemme have a look-see— Jan: Oops?

sfx: biku [twitch]

sfx: sha [rrr of rollerblades]

Jan: Dad's a Vatican scientist. Jan: He's aaaalways working, though, so I mostly have the place to m'self. Jan: Started reading through his research when I was bored one day, and found out about the Akuma and whatnot.4

Allen: What odd shoes...

Jan: My dream right now's to become a great scientist like him and invent a weapon that'll wipe out Akuma like that!

♦ 75

Jan: Meant to ask, though... sfx: chira [squint]

Allen: Yes?

Jan: Even a puny little squirt like you can make it as an Exorcist, eh?

sfx: GON [conk] rock: PUNY

Jan: I always pictured a big strapping bunch. Jan: Not... you. Jan: So how many Akuma have you done for? Jan: How'd you get your anti-Akuma weapon into your hand like that? Jan: How'd you feel when you destroyed your first?

Allen: Jan... Allen: You shouldn't stick your neck out so far. Allen: You were lucky, this time, Allen: but you should try to avoid attracting the Millennium Earl's attention. Allen: It's dangerous.

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Jan: Catch. sfx: poi [toss]

Allen: An onion?

sfx: BON [explodes in his face] sfx: uuuun [tears pouring down, moaning]

Jan: Heh heh. My own invention: the onion bomb. Jan: I'm not just going to sit pretty while the Akuma invade!

sfx: kuru [turns away]

Jan: "Dangerous," my foot! Don't treat me like a kid, you milksop! sfx: sha—h [rollerblades away at speed]

Allen: M-My eyes... Allen: Pete's sake, Allen: I give up.

sfx: shimiru [stinging]

♦ 77

sfx: zudodododo [engine-like rumbling] sfx:goriririri, gago—, dori dori dori, zukyukyukyukyuu, ga— [whole cacophony of rumbling, squeaking metal, small explosions, etc.]

Maid: Young master! Maid: Young master...! Maid: Master Jan, you have a guest! Can you hear me? Maid: Young master Jan!

sfx: gacha [door unlatching] Jan: ...... Jan: Who is it? Jan: Leo!!

♦ 78

Jan: It's been ages, mate! Jan: Haven't heard from you since the funeral, been worried sick! Jan: Are you staying with your folks now? Jan: Losing your mum must've been hard, but I'm always here for you! Jan: Keep your chin up!

Jan: He seems.... different, somehow... Jan: His mum dying must've been a real shock... Jan: Isn't there anything Jan: I can do to cheer him up?

♦ 79

Jan: Oh, right! Jan: I saw an Akuma for the first time today! Jan: I've kept up patrolling while you were gone. Jan: There really is a mechanical skeleton on the inside! Jan: And! I saw the face of the Millennium Earl himself! Jan: It was definitely him. Jan: Hang on a sec, I'll sketch him. Jan: Umm, like so... and so.... sfx: kaki kaki [scritch-scratch]

♦ 80

Jan: Ta-da! sfx: baan [fanfare] Jan: We should go out on patrol again and pass these around!

sfx: ton [Leo puts his hand on Jan's forearm with an odd sense of weight] Leo: Jan Leo: there's somewhere I'd like you to go with me

sfx: jiririri [brrring] Allen: Just couldn't leave well enough alone, could I. Allen: Ah, well. I'll straighten the boy out right quick, then make for HQ. sfx: haa [sigh] sfx: jiririri [brrring]

♦ 81

sfx: gacha [door opens]

Maid: Hullo?

Allen: Whoa, déjà vu.5 Allen: Er, I gather this is Jan's residence? Allen: Is he in?

Maid: Young master Jan?

sfx: so~~~ [stealthy approach, palms out] sfx: DOI [push!]

Jan: Why are you here? Jan, side: pffft

♦ 82

Jan: Bet you've come to lecture me, Jan: but you can stuff it. sfx: keh [sticks tongue out] sfx: shaaa— [rollerblades away, backwards]

Allen: J-Jan... you little....

sfx: shah [rollerblades] Jan: Let's go, Leo.

Allen: Ugh—

On maid: [fainted]

sfx: piii [high-pitched whine; Allen's cursed eye spinning up] Allen: !! Allen: W-Wait a minute, Jan! Allen: That boy is—

sfx: gachan [gate clangs shut]

♦ 83

Allen: T-This... Allen: ...is a problem. Allen: Timcanpy, go after them! Allen: I'm right behind you!

sfx: patatata [flaps off]

Allen: Damn.... Allen: Headquarters will have to wait.... Allen: Seems there's someone else I need to show my face to first, Allen: Master...

♦ 84

Jan: Oi, Leo...? Jan: Is this really where you wanted to go? Jan: It's a boneyard. Jan: Oh, did you want to visit your mum's grave? Jan: Should've just said! Don't be so vague—

sfx: DON [small face meet big belly]

♦ 85

sfx: suih [pat on the head] Earl: Good evening. ♡ Earl: Pleased to make your acquaintance, young Jan. ♡ sfx: sui sui [pet pet]

sfx: bah [rears back] Jan: ...... Jan: M— Jan: Millennium Earl...!?

♦ 86

sfx: bah [winds up] sfx: byuBA [and tosses] Jan: Eat this!!

sfx: BON [onion bomb explodes in Earl's face]

Jan: Let's run for it, Leo! Jan: Oi, Leo!?

sfx: nyaa [eerie smile]

Jan: What are you doing!? He's going to kill us!! Jan: Leo—!!

Earl: Oh, dear little Leo has been dead for quite some time, we're afraid. ♡ Earl: Since his mother's funeral, in fact. ♡

♦ 87

Earl: This... Earl: is an Akuma we made to punish you for getting in our way. ♡6

Jan: You're lying....

Allen: He isn't. Allen: Jan, Allen: that boy is an Akuma!!

♦ 88

Narration: And thus, his master departed.

♦♥♦

FOOTNOTES

Title:　師匠 shishou, "master" in the sense of a master of a trade mentoring an apprentice or journeyman until they're good enough to practice independently. Conversely, Cross refers to Allen as his 弟子 deshi, "apprentice" or "disciple". [ ♠ ]

This word — "golem" — is written in katakana, ゴレム, as a direct loanword from another language: in this case Hebrew. A golem is a creature out of Jewish folklore which draws on deep symbolism specific to the Jewish people, but it shows up in Japanese fiction oddly often as some form of inanimate matter given temporary magical life according to particular parameters. [ ♠ ]

Putting a note here for later reference, because this is a bit interesting: we learned in Night 001 that the Earl makes Akuma using a living person who's lost someone and the soul of the one they lost, yet here, the Earl seems to have killed the living vessel directly and put a (possibly pre-filled?) Akuma mechanism into him. If that's something he can do, the size of the Akuma population would make more sense. [ ♠ ]

In light of the later arc in which an Order scientist tries to leave and has difficulty with the security measures in place to prevent this exact information from leaking out to the general public... who on Earth is Jan's father, and how did get a breach this spectacular past the Order? [ ♠ ]

This is just an easy-to-miss joke: the maid looks like she could be closely related to the clown on the carny wagon he hitched a ride with. [ ♠ ]

This is very interesting, as it implies that the Earl doesn't want information about himself or the Akuma released either, putting him in line with the Order on this front. Neither power wants the war between them to become public. It makes more sense for the Earl, at this point, because if people knew about him and knew his bargains weren't what they seemed, they might be less likely to willingly assist in the Akuma creation process. [ ♠ ]

[requiemofrebellion]

@inundatae ― starter.

Freminet slowly walked to the door of the Chief Justice’s office, messing with his slightly damp hair anxiously as he approached the door. He was here to report on the rescue of Fontaine, everything going smoothly and the water had gone back down. Still, he had to do a lot of dives to save people that either couldn’t swim or were stuck by something. All of it had gone smoothly so Freminet was told to go report back. 

Once he was just outside the door, he slowly lifted his hand to knock. Only to be stopped a melusine. She had told him to go on in as he was there to give a report. So, Freminet slowly lowered his hand, gave a nod and slowly opened the door. He peeked inside the rather large office before stepping in. His hands moved to his sides, taking a deep breath. He wasn’t as good at talking to people as his brother and sister were. But they entrusted him to do this so he would do his best. 

“ U-um Monsieur Neuvillette? I’m here to report on how the rescue dives went... ” He spoke softly, body language anxious like. “ Do you have time to take my report...? ”

[astridhansleyy]

Where: Driftwood coffee shop

Who: @luvdenhh

Astrid's past always hunted her, all she truly wanted to do is just find out the whole truth. She knew she had a pretty traumatic childhood, up until she was taken away from her biological parents. But, what she didn't know was what actually happened to them, or what led them to act the way they did. Astrid did the next best thing and hired a private investigator to look for her biological parents. The private investigator found everything she needed but, to her surprise...her parents were actually living in Aurora Bay and she apparently had a younger sister named Denver. Astrid didn't know how to wrap her head around these recent finds, but she needed to find out. As she was sitting at the Driftwood coffee shop, she almost choked on her coffee when she suddenly noticed her. Denver, a beautiful blonde girl. Astrid couldn't believe it. How do you even approach someone and tell them that they're your actual sibling? She took a few deep breaths and finally approached the younger woman. "Hey...so I know you might think that I am totally crazy, but...I need to talk to you." She said looking directly at the younger woman "May I join you?"

[talesofourworlds]

@tenebriism liked for an Arise starter!

"Hey, Dohalim?"

"You looked a little lonely over here, so I thought I'd come join you," Rinwell said. There was a good chance, she thought, that he might have just been lost in thought. It had been hard to wager a guess when she'd just been observing from near the campfire while everyone else had been busying themselves with their own activities. In her hands, Rinwell carried a couple of cups. Each was full of hot chocolate she'd made.

It was almost funny, she thought as she moved to stand a little closer. When she'd first met him, Rinwell had been understandably standoffish toward both him and Shionne. Now they were all a closely knit group of friends.

"I also thought maybe you could use a warm drink," she went on, holding out one of the cups for him to take if he wanted. "Anything on your mind?"