#thecabbageprince

[thechozone-blog]

Samus was a little shocked in the drastic change of everything, she didn’t even need her jacket, in fact it was no tied against her waist as she adjusted her zero suit a little to give it more breathing space. The whole atmosphere reminded her of Zebes, it was oddly comforting, but also enough to keep her an anxious wreck. The reminder that her home had become so hostile was enough to make her just want to brood, as the shadows, despite their vastly different look, reminded her greatly of the Space Pirates. Samus was just going to brush it off and blame her over active brain.

Trekking through the woods and finding marks to create a mental map wasn’t too hard, she was used to it already as she managed to soon find a very nice clearing. And in that clearing? Tohru.....??

What was he even doing? Was he brooding? Now wasn’t the time for that, already she let out another sigh just seeing him. She’d been sighing a lot today, she was aware of that, but that was her only real way to express her complex emotions without going into too much detail.

“Do you ever actually do what’s appropriate for the situation? This is an easy way to get killed.” She scowled lightly, it was hard for her to imagine people having a life that wasn’t fight or die every second of the day. So seeing anyone without that mentality in dangerous situations annoyed her, he was just so willing to brood in such a dangerous area? If she were to do that, she’d be dead.

[mustbesotired-blog]

The sensation of falling is one that doesn't hit him until he's won his freedom from a shadow. Instinct kicks in, fight or flight--in this case, it's teeth-gnashing, a merciless grip to bring the thing down with him, and as many jabs as necessary. His arm and legs are sore by the end. He doesn't recall how long it took to escape, only that he was so focused he'd nearly forgotten himself. Claus opts not to think of that concept too much; he focuses instead on the shrill sound of the drop as it passes his ears. He's cold now, but in a different way. A shudder runs through him and Claus reflexively curls into himself, knees to chest. He doesn't remember the landing. What awakens him is a familiar noise, a snarling that has him jolting upright. It brings to mind a distant memory of a fire, of branches snapping, of a lightning bolt that misses its mark. His entire body is tense, and he rises without mind paid to a body still recovering from the shock of impact. It'll settle in later, as he's clashing with a Shadow. It'll settle in when his knees give out on him and the sound of a tiny body being slammed against a wall joins the chasm's breathing symphony.

[bracingsoul-blog]

5. When trying to relate to other people, what does your character find difficult to understand?

Maybe...if they didn’t like music? Or maybe if they had sociopathic tendencies...

[loveisnotareliableword]

Would you fight me ~ ?

“Who’s this guy? Some kinda cop?”

“...I could take ‘im.”

[scintillatingbrightness-blog]

✂

“When I was thirteen, an old moneyed rich girl with beautiful long hair and her friends kept harassing my siblings and I.  My family also comes from old money, but we were too equally matched to publicly defame them.  So I snuck into their house one night—it was hell getting past the security, but believe me I had some experience already—and I took a pair of scissors and chopped her hair short.  Nobody ever found out.  She was wearing a wig for weeks.  It was an awful thing to do and completely hilarious.”

[sundeadknight]

in times of need;

@thecabbageprince

Quite a predicament, wasn’t it? He’d barely even settled in, the past few days spent getting his bearings and making himself acquainted with his surroundings as best he could-- no small feat when there were so many things that he still could not understand, both their purpose and how exactly they functioned. And yet he already found himself imprisoned for no reason at all!

... At least, he assumed this was a cell of some sort. The bars were familiar enough, though the furnishings were much less sparse than the last prison he’d been unfortunate enough to see the inside of. The knight cradled one of his medals ‘tween his hands, a nervous fiddling he couldn’t quite seem to stop, hard as he tried. It felt strange to be as bare as he was; no helmet, no shield, no sword. They could hardly demand of him to strip down to his unmentionables so, thankfully, the seemingly-undead fellows who’d dragged him here had let him retain his chain mail and boots at the very least.

Still! Still. It was hardly fair! Their mumblings and groans had fallen just short of being understandable to Solaire, and so he was left without even the hint of an explanation why he was stuck in this (all things considered not very) horrible place. He’d spoken up before, several times in fact, but he’d received nothing but cold shoulders and more unintelligible groaning.

The knight weighed his options. Breaking out was one of them, of course, but this town was hardly large enough to allow him to escape from the law’s long arm. He could simply wait, and find out just what was in store for him, which surely couldn’t be that bad-- But, ah, a glimmer of hope! A face unlike the rest, beige skin rather than rotted green, a fellow who looked rather alive in fact. Solaire positively perked up, halting his fumbling for a moment.

“Ser?” He angled his head just so, positively staring at the suit-clad man through the bars. “It pains me to request assistance when I’ve little to offer in way of compensation, but might you be able to free me from this cage? Believe me, I’ve done no deed that is deserving of this.”

[fracturedresilience-blog]

Adachi A2; Jack C3

[exaltedaries-blog]

[[ Closed with thecabbageprince ]] Reaching for the Shimmering Shape in Vain

Her frequents at the lodge’s cafe was not for show. The coffee was fantastic, the servers were attentive, considerate and always up for a chat, and the sponge cakes were to die for. But the best time to come was at night, when it was just her, the moon, and the steam from her coffee and sometimes, the servers would gossip about the latest happenings: who did what and what was going on in the underground. Typically the cafe was quiet around that time, but today it was bursting with the rapid, scared murmurs of of the servers.

“That really didn’t happen, right?” “Why did you tell me that!? I have to walk home you know.....” “There’s a lot of kids staying here.....You’d think one of them might disappear too..?”

And with that comment, the back room exploded with the shrill screams before turning back into hushed whispers again. It was rude to eavesdrop, but this was important information that could not be missed!

However, her efforts were necessary as the usual waitress came over to her table. “You come here a lot, huh? You must really like our coffee!” The waitress smiled as she refilled her cup, “You know those kids everyone was talking about earlier? Well, it turns out you can also see a guy leading them in there too and sometimes you can hear laughing! Spooky, right? But excuse the noise, we have some new employees tonight. Anyways, that’s just the word on the street. Have a nice night!” As the waitress walked to the back room, most likely to scold the employees in the back for being so loud. Nana had already made up her mind, she would go to the veil and see what was causing the sightings.

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That night she prepared herself for going into the Veil, sword safely hanging on her waist, layered clothes so she couldn’t get cold, and some food just in case. Though she didn’t have a persona to protect herself with yet, she was confident that with a sabre would be enough to keep danger at bay. On the edge of their town, a furious snowstorm was blowing. It created a barrier between them and the unknown that lied ahead. With the sun shining so clearly in the day, she was certain she would be able to see the rumored children. Everything was planned out and she was just about to make her first step until something pulled her back., some person she’s never seen before was grabbing her arm. “Who do you think you’re grabbing? Unhand me!” She was struggling to get her arm out of the man’s grip, “Let go of me, you’re impeding on important matters!”

[thechozone-blog]

thecabbageprince replied to your post:“Look, that may be terrible but kissing McCree was...

Even worse than kissing the cabbage?

Cabbage and regret is better that tobacco and regret.

[personaofvictory]

@thecabbageprince

A rapier loosely hanging from her hip, just for emergencies, she left the safety of the lodge to go explore her new surroundings. Actually, it was mostly to try and find the one thing she was most excited to see ever since that visit to the Velvet Room. It was cold, even colder now that her Persona did not seem to be there, but as per usual her own obsessions completely blinded of the danger there may be. At least she brought a small bag she filled with snacks from the banquet, although whether she brought them for herself or to see if they ate normal food is unknown.

But the problem was, she was completely without directions. She should have asked the demons that manned the lodge, but she knew demons rarely do anything without something to repay them with. Unfortunately, she was completely without life stones. So instead she would ask the first human she sees outside as well, approaching them with possibly the cheeriest grin there was.

“<Excuse me>? Do you know where those shadows happen to be? I am really interested in seeing one!”

[skellievigilante-blog]

A Lazily Encounter

@thecabbageprince

Well, someone has managed to catch the skeleton levitating on his freetime as he was resting about. Sans was just leaning back with arms crossed behind his skull as his eyesockets were shut. He was taking a little nap..well, a little nap that lasted for hours and he was too lazy to go back to his own room to rest.

Sheesh! What a guy.

By the look on his face, he shows to be harmless. Would the other approach or will they go off the opposite direction? Not even he would know but it could bring up something interesting.

[bracingsoul-blog]

plot plot plot plot plot plot plot! ; adachi

It hasn’t even been that long since Minako has been brought to the Cataclysm. She still holds onto the hope that there may be even the slightest chance that her old comrades might make it here, too, but she’s yet to make contact with anyone. Minato comes closest to familiar to her, but that’s not quite enough for her. In fact, that’s not nearly enough. 

Minako stands at the edge of the Void, staring in through the iridescence, trying to make out whatever it is inside, but it’s useless. It wouldn’t be wise to charge in unaided. She doesn’t have the clairvoyance of Fuuka or even Mitsuru-senpai; nor does she have the support of the rest of her friends.  She swings her naginata irritably with a huff. She can’t get discouraged so soon. Maybe she could drag Minato along-- then again, there are so many more people here that could use a push into awakening their Personas, too.  Minako is about to head back into the settlement when she catches a glimpse of movement. She pauses and rubs at her eyes. 

“Hello...? Don’t be creepy! Just come out and say hello!” 

[thechozone-blog]

@thecabbageprince

Samus had fucked up. There was no way to put it other than that. Samus had let her emotions get to her and honestly she felt bad for that. Sure he had said some things, but how could he know? She left all about her actual past locked up like it was some huge secret. She didn’t know why she did that anymore but it honestly made her feel safer, like less were pitying her.

Seeing Adachi in the street was just the perfect opportunity to literally randomly come up right in front of him and stop him, silently staring down at him. Sure she could try and look less like she was going to murder him, and probably not jumps on front of him but that just wouldn’t be her.

“I...want to apologize for my behavior the other day.” She simply said, still looking down at him. She felt guilty for just kicking him out like that, and you could bet she spent the rest of the night drinking until she couldn’t think anymore. But what good did that do? Not much, but it was a distraction that night and honestly got her thinking more about it with a clear mind how terribly she had overreacted.

“I shouldn’t have acted like that.” It felt more like she was forcing it out, which kind of what because he somehow managed to open another scar she thought was closed long ago. The memory of Gandrayda... her friend who honestly acted more like a child wanting to be like her mother... It was hard to forget it again.

It was a little obvious she had also managed to somehow lose more sleep over it as she seemed a bit unhealthier than before, eyes a bit duller and bags more prominent as she looked around the town. No one was around... she was thankful for that. It was just them, she could apologize and then quickly leave. It was done and over and hopefully some rest would come from some trying of the loose ends.

[thechozone-blog]

@thecabbageprince

[to:Scary Space Lady] Oh, I just thought I should feed you something other than whiskey for once {cabbage emoji}

[to:Scary Space Lady] I wouldn’t want anyone getting the wrong idea, you know (;

[to:Scary Space Lady] Also if I wanted to play it safe I wouldn’t have signed that contract in the first place, haha

[to: Fuckface] Oh haha. You’re already giving me the wrong idea here. 

[to: Fuckface] I’m not interested in a date, especially with a guy like you.

[to: Fuckface]  Because believe it or not, I don’t date idiots.

[fracturedresilience-blog]

“ you’re softer than the bed. ”

“...You’re not gonna fall asleep on me, are ya?”

[thechozone-blog]

Incoming text from Cabbage Asshole: [ C'mon, let's go for dinner. ]

[to:Fuckface] Dinner? What’s with asking me to dinner all of a sudden

[to:Fuckface] You’re playing a dangerous game here, cabbage face.