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existentialismee​:

“I see.. so it’s not something that exists in your world,” the admittance wasn’t surprising to Watanuki in the least, however; even before arriving in this place, his knowledge of other worlds helped him to understand the differences between them and his own. It would be strange for all of them to be similar as well, wouldn’t it? “Well, I do hope you enjoy celebrating Halloween during your stay in Spirale. It seems to be a favourite amongst many people.”

“Please, help yourself,” Watanuki gives the girl a small nod of his head as they make it into his living room, indicating that she was free to sit wherever she’d like. She did look tired, after all– he wondered just where exactly she had travelled from while carrying such a big pumpkin. “As for the carving itself.. typically, people tend to make scary looking faces out of them. But really, it all depends on what you want to see. For example..”

He moved a little, reaching into a drawer in one of his side tables to pull out a black marker. After going down to the ground on his knees, Watanuki appeared to go deep into thought before he began to draw something on the pumpkin’s orange surface. It didn’t take him very long, and once he was finished, he turned it around for Mia to see; the vegetable now sporting a pair of sharp looking eyes, with a wide, toothy smile underneath. It definitely wasn’t scary, although the attempt was there..

“I’m not much of an artist I’m afraid, but this would be the general idea. If you don’t like this one, we can wipe it off with a towel and try something different. What do you think?”

💙❄💙👼 : She shakes her head. “ Not at all. ” It’s strange to admit, really; ‘halloween’ was a word that felt utterly alien in her tongue, no matter how much she heard it, how much she repeated. “ Was it a thing where you come from ? I must admit that there’s so many people around here, you hardly can keep track of everything. I assumed it was a favorite; everyone seemed to ectastic for it. ”

Doing as her host said, Mia takes a step inside; it was comfortable and clean, and nobody knows better than her that one’s space told much about their person. She whipped her feet on the carpet, and thanked him for letting her in. “I’m fine with anything, to be honest. I don’t consider myself the most creative person out there,” came her sheepish response. “I’m far from being skillful with crafts, but I wanted to give it a try.”

She observed as Watanuki searched on his drawer, curious about it. The black maker made it all more evident, more so when he drew the sharp teeth on the pumpkin. She tilted her head to the side, analyzing its feautures, looking at the drawing, a faint smile on her face. 

“I wouldn’t say you’re not an artist. It looks pretty good, actually,” definitely much better than whatever scribbles she could do, anyways. “If nothing else, it’s good enough to start with !”

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leafslash​:

[TXT]:   That’s what makes it a statement piece! Large makes an impact, after all! [TXT]:   I’m in Archimedes. That’s not too far from you is it? [TXT]:   Oh I think they’re busy… I thought I’d ask around instead. [TXT]:   Do you know where Cafe Pandora is?

[txt]: I think I just passed by there, actually.

Such energy and enthusiasm ! It brings her memories of someone she knows well.

[txt]: It’s not too far from where I am, a few steps or so I think? [txt]: I don’t see you anywhere, though.

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* interview the muse

‘ do you miss anyone? ’

‘ how are you doing? ’

‘ do you believe in ghosts? ’

‘ what makes you laugh? ’ 

‘ list your top three bands or singers. ’ 

‘ how many blankets do you sleep with? ’

‘ does your name hold any special meaning to you? ’

‘ gum, cake, pie or ice cream? ’

‘ favorite book? ’

‘ are you a good person? ’

‘ describe love. ’

‘ have you ever taken part in an uprising? ‘

‘ favorite song? ’

‘ name a guilty pleasure. ’

‘ the most embarrassing thing that’s happened to you today? ’

‘ tell me one truth and one lie. ’

‘ do you like people? ’

‘ what motivates you? ’

‘ describe the perfect weekend. ’

‘ any pet peeves? ’

‘ do you need a hug? ’

‘ would you like to have kids? ’

‘ do you have any tattoos? ’

‘ classical, oldies, punk, hip hop or country? ’

‘ when was the last time you cried? ’

‘ are you religious? ’

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From: Mia To: Ashton

[txt]: A barrel? Isn’t that too large? [txt]: I don’t mind leaning you a hand, if you need it. Where are you? [txt]: You could’ve always asked the ones that live with you, though...

To: ??? From: Ashton

[TXT]:   You think my roommates would mind if I brought this barrel back? [TXT]:   Barrels make good end tables right? [TXT]:   Or a statement piece? [TXT]:   I wonder if the shop owner would be willing to part with it… Several minutes later…

[TXT]:   I bought it! The shopkeep gave me a good deal on it. What luck! [TXT]:   Anyone wanna help me haul it back? I’ll treat you to something for your help.

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🕰️ an early morning text.

[txt]: Uh, hello? Good morning, this is the right number, right? [txt]: I hope I didn’t get it wrong.

@baddestdangerboy​

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💙❄💙👼 : Her time in Spirale has been...interesting, for the lack of a better word. Months have gone by and she’s settled down as much as she could; the homesickness doesn’t fade away just because you managed to meet a few nice  people -- in a place you were brought against your will, mind you. You don’t meekly accept your circumstances and forget your roots with just a few good memories and holidays in between. ( She knows this clearly: every day was worry after worry about how her hometown is doing, knowing she’s so far away from them. )

Still, Mia managed to get by, in little ways; technology wasn’t as hard to use as it was at the start, she even could write some short messages on her phone, no matter how slow she was at typing. The chilly breeze outside was a good sign for her -- it had been so long since she had felt the cold on her skin. Summer, with its suffocating warmth, was a little more than a torture on her clothes, so winter was welcomed with gusto. A much necessary solitary stroll is taken, though it doesn’t stay that way for too long.

The so-called ‘Halloween’ had finished, for good measured: too many monsters had ran amok, wreaking havoc, preying on the innocent. It did not sit well for her, but she didn’t stand still. It was over, if nothing else. There was a new worry in her mind: clothes. She hadn’t gotten new ones since...she arrived here, really. Paying through the phone wasn’t her forte still, and so braced herself for the clothes store.

...

“ Size, hmmm... ” how should she know her size ? all of these numbers felt like an ancient language she knew nothing of. “Excuse me miss -- ” and then store clerk went ahead to ignore her. That’s unfortunate, truthfully. A lot of these dresses were beautiful, not doubt, white and purple mixing in together, but it’s the sizes she can’t read at all. This will need some help, truly.

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texting starters send a symbol for…

🌻 a worried text.

🐰 a goofy text.

🦋 a loving text.  

🧦 a half-asleep text.

🌳 a happy text.

🍎 an apologetic text.

⚠️ a text meant for someone else.

🕰️ an early morning text.

💫 a late night text.

🗑️ a text that wasn’t sent.

💡 a scared text.

💀 an urgent text.

🥇 a supportive text.

🔪 a hateful text. 

🌊 a sad text.

⚡ an angry text. 

🚀 a goodbye text.

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wumpaiism​:

After singing to the other,the hand that was on his chest had moved up to gently scratch at his head for a few seconds before quickly making sure the cardboard rocket was still in tact and wasn’t going to fall off anytime soon.

He pauses for a moment tho when the other said his name. Wait she knew him? Did he run into her in a previous adventure? She…..Wasn’t familiar to him,so the bandicoot’s brows furrowed into a upset expression as he gives a nod at the question, before singing to the other

 ‘ Uh yeah that is my name…..Do I know you? ’

💙❄💙👼 : The way his expression morphed into pure confusion was enough of an answer for her: he does not recall her in the slightest. She cannot blame him too much, though, given the oddities you could run across Spirale. She’s patient, if nothing else. “ I met you a while ago, ” she smiles. “ a month or so, I think. It’s alright; I understand that it’s hard to remember, sometimes. ”

She’s all too aware that she has forgotten faces as well; really, the bandicoot is distinctive enough that it’s hard not to notice him, even in a costume. Fellows like him did not exist in anywhere through Weyard, as far as she was aware. “ Does ‘Mia’ ring a bell to you ? ” 

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OOC; just for the record, today i’ll fix a few things in the theme so it’s more easily readable + change oriko’s blog’s theme as well -- not to mention to write a few much needed in-character posts !

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timemarked​:

     if  it  were  one  thing  even  great     actors  could  not  fool ,   it’s  be  pure  instinct ,   the  very  innate  response  to  stimuli  keeping  people  alive .   perhaps  it  is  a  thing  Joseph  can  no  longer  control   —   ill  -  intent  seeping  out  voided  heart .   in  hearing  her  words ,   which  were  filled  with  the  instance  of  leaving  no  matter  what  he  would  claim ,   the  photographer  could  not  help  but  to  laugh .   what  a  personality .

     ❛❛   is that so ?   well ,   then i must thank you for your help .   ❜❜     one ,   two  steps  taken  forwards  before  breaking  into  a  casual  walk   —   shortening  their  distance .   beguiling  smile  unwavering  as  manicured  fingers  dig  into  coat  pocket ,   brushing  past  the  silver  helm  of  his  sword ,   &   finishes  out  a  couple  of  wrapped  taffies .     ❛❛   as a thank you ,   please do take this .   after all ,   it’s Halloween ,   &   it’d be plenty rude to ignore tradition .   plus ,   between the prospect of a nasty trick or candy ,   wouldn’t you say it’s better to take the treat ?   ❜❜

💙❄💙👼 : Instictively she takes a step or two backwards when he approaches, yet the distance is close still. “ That’s the trick-or-treating that I’ve heard about, right ? ” it’d be a gross lie to say that she’s inclined to take the candy; makes the man all more suspicious, if nothing else. A wary stare is a good answer. “ I didn’t expect you to carry this with you, for sure. ”

Wrong, wrong, wrong. This was, the adept thought, a tactic to catch her off guard -- though she was aware of dangers back when she was merely a guardian of the Lighthouse, it was her journey through Weyard which truly helped to hone her sense of danger. Seen enough to discern a suspicious individual from a trustworthy neighbour, that, and pure gut feeling. Almost, almost, her hand moves towards him, but she stops herself.

“ What are you ? ” her voice curt and firm, yet with the vaguest hint of hesitation, she stares into his eyes -- nothing seemed wrong, at first glance. But one can never be so sure. “ You followed me for a purpose or another, haven’t you ? ”

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@parasolbitxh ♥‘d for an event starter

💙❄💙👼 : She’s not really sure how she ended up dragged inside the place, a large gathering with strangers and odd music. Dancing was hardly her forte, much less when the melodies around her made her head pound, much less when was way taller than most of the people around there. An angel among vampires and ghouls; what a sight it was, wasn’t it ?

She’s towering the one next to her: 6′2″ feet tall versus mere 4′10″ was a rather contrasting image. Still, the last thing Mia wants to do is to make an awkward impression, it just wasn’t much of her. “Are you looking for something ?” it’s...inevitable, then, that she must lean forward to even see her.

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💙❄💙👼 : That’s very much true; stories of angels always had spoke of winged humanoids, beautiful beyond reason, and far too majestic for humans to understand. All too similar to how others would perceive her, she supposes; the appearance must match, then. “Morbid, indeed. I agree; we should get to the bottom of this before anyone gets seriously hurt.” It’s odd, she thinks, that all these monster came seemingly out of nowhere, the timing too convenient for this so-called massacre to start. “I don’t plan to stand by doing nothing, anyhow.”

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💛 💜 ❤️ || satori can see it PLAINLY, the other female is brimming with purity. her knowledge of angelic figures lies mostly in myths and stories, even in this persona the candy crafted for her. eyes wide and encompassing, the mind reading detective is, for a moment, FLABBERGASTED by the stranger. the back of a hand brushes her eyes, as if dust clouds her vision, yet surely, the other is real and breathing and hopefully as angelic as what her appearances suggest. ❝excuse me, milady, if you may be so kind. i request your ASSISTANCE immediately.❞ surely, that would do the trick? ❝this menacing monster massacre is too MORBID to stand. i seek to get to the bottom of this, hopefully to eliminate the problem once and for all.❞

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timemarked​:

     he  huffs  out  a  surprised  laugh ,     ashen  eyebrows  raised  in  the  illumination  of  moonlight .   the  other’s  words  bear  such  a  startling  distrust ,   yet  there  she  stands  instead  of  turning  tail  anyway ,   &   perhaps  this  is  what  entertains  him  the  most .   he’s  no  monster ,   not  yet   ;   he  bears  no  fangs  nor  claws  openly ,   a  simple  smile  given  to  the  young  lady ,   unbothered  by  her  discovery .   should  people  feel  guilty ,   apologize  for  their  hunger ?   a  stupid  sentiment .

     ❛❛   my ,   i believe this is a grand misunderstanding .   please do accept my apology for having gave you a fright ,   i had no such intention .   ❜❜     did  it  count  as  a  lie  if  aspects  are  hidden  from  vocalization ?   hard  to  say ,   but  Joseph  would  rather  not  let  go  of  a  meal  so  easily .   a  polite  bow  of  silver  crown   &   a  grateful  smile  tugging  at  the  corners  of  his  lips ,   the  photographer  kept  pearled  eyne  on  her .     ❛❛   i was simply trying to follow somebody back to a main street .   you understand ,   don’t you ?   ❜❜

💙❄💙👼 : His words do not give her any sense of security; they make her feel antsy, very much so. The way she clenches her fist slightly, how cyan eyes stare at him without so much as a blink, the deep frown in her face. “I wasn’t going to the main street, though.” she says, under the assumption that he’s lying. ( little she knew, of course. )

All too graceful, perhaps a bit more than really needed, and the girl isn’t willing to let her guard down for a second; he was suspicious, in a way she couldn’t really tell. “Is that all you needed, then ? What you look for is the other way, if I’m not wrong.” She speaks, her breath no longer as labored. Mia motions to her left, never closing eye contact with him. 

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OOC; recently i changed the theme + rules page of this blog - give them a read if you’d like !

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💙❄💙👼 : “It’s only now that I know it’s a thing here.” she laughs; they called jack-o-lanterns, she learned from various passerbys, from houses she had seen through the days. “Where I am from, we don’t have anything like this.” Partaking of such activities...it gives her a rush; for so long she had focused on her and her friends’ quest on the lighthouses, she had forgotten what it felt like to be relaxed. Or perhaps she had always been somewhat high-strung.

She bows her head to him before taking a step inside the apartment. He carried no ill-will at first glance - his courtesy was very much evidence to that fact - which made the girl feel at ease.

“Honestly, I haven’t got a clue about what to do,” there is a hint of embarrassment in her voice as she placed the large pumpkin on the ground. “but I want to give it a try, whatever might come out of it. Ah, is it alright if I take a seat ?” she asks, motioning to the couch. The large distance she had walked certainly took a toll on her legs.

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“Pumpkin carving..?” the suggestion is repeated with some surprise as Watanuki greets the stranger at his door, blinking somewhat at both the girl and the item she’s brought along with her. Though unfamiliar with Halloween, she seemed to want to learn more about it; and, well.. there really was no better way than with making a jack-o-lantern, was there?

But to come to the house of someone she didn’t know, searching for someone to help her.. it was a little unusual, but really, what wasn’t in Spirale?

“I may not be the most creative when it comes to making one, but.. I don’t see why I couldn’t help you,” after sensing no ill-will from the girl, Watanuki agreed to let her come inside; welcoming her into his apartment without hesitation. She seemed to be more focused on the activity at hand rather than his appearance, which he was grateful for the time being. “Do you have an idea of what you’re wanting to make?”

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❄ -- 𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔱𝔢𝔰

having read through the activities more throughly, it’s time to decide what sweet mia will get up to ! the festivity is still all too strange in her eyes, but she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t been having fun with all the candies and pretty costumes around.

befitting for a healer, she’ll be an angel, far taller than she normally is ( 6′2″ft, exactly ) and with longer, wavier hair with golden tips at the end. large, white wings that she has trouble to walk around with, and an ivory-and-gold satin dress that’s part of her. do it for the aesthetics ! oh, and some neat light-based magic alongside her ply spell.

menancing monster massacre: despite this not being her city, she’d rather not let the monsters around it to hurt the people, so she’d gladly team up with someone to deal with those zombies and other dark denizens. 

tall tales treasure trove: it’d be rather fun for her, to look for treasures ! she did saw a lot of things in her travels through weyard.

ofiuco’s monster mash: because, wouldn’t it be fun for a quiet, dutiful girl like her to enjoy some dancing ?

this is yet another starter call, temptatively uncapped for now !

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nurotoxin​:

     the  line  of  loud   &   rowdy  souls  such  a  human  celebration  had  left  in  its  wake  is  ,   truly ,    a  thing  of  art   ;   how  many  could  stand  in  the  streets  anymore ?   how  long  until  some  blood  sucker  finds  dinner   &   leaves  them  dead  in  the  middle  of  it  all ?   GLaDOS  supposes  she  should  be  grateful .   at  least  she  knew  what  kind  of  show  she  would  eventually  witness  during  an  event  like  this ,   even  if  she  hated  everything  the  stars  could  effortlessly  do  to  the  city   &   its  inhabitants ,   to  herself .

gentle  voice  draws  android’s  attention  momentarily  away  from  the  crowd  of  people  she’d  been  eyeing ,   turns  instead  to  a  familiar  face ,   albeit  nameless .   their  hopeful  inquiry  is  responded  in  a  second  of  silence   :

     ❝   no ,❞     blunt   &   to  the  point ,   if  nothing  else .     ❝   being in the middle of so many imbeciles running wild reminds me of watching lab rats scurry around aimlessly through a rigged maze looking for cheese ,   it’s just disheartening .  ❞

GLaDOS  gestures  over  with  a  nod  of  her  head ,   though  realizing  perhaps  the  only  reason  she  could  spot  it  were  due  to  height   &   the  five  inch  heels  she’d  adorned .     ❝   the crowd is right over there ,   but i suppose you missed it thanks to your particular   …   stature .   ❞     she  -  machine  turns  her  attention  back ,   watching  the  large  group  waltz  about   &   bump  into  one  another ,   occasionally  messing  about  with  strangers . 

      ❝   you should know vampires   &   witches   &   ghosts have been seen around ,   doing whatever they please .   it’s only a matter of time before a train wreck happens ,   &   honestly ,   this is quite the spot to watch it go down .   you’re free to rejoin them ,   but just don’t come crying if you become an involuntary blood donator ,   get turned into a frog ,   or possessed .   ❞

💙❄💙👼 : Her bluntness is unexpected; it knocks Mia right out of the air, metaphorically, as if the words had taken a form and punched her in the gut repeatedly. And, with the ghouls and other beings running amok this festivity, well, staying away from safety for too long isn’t a pleasant view. Mia definitely takes offense at the android’s jab to her stature, evident in how she frowns deeply. If nothing else, she very much would rather have her dignity intact. 

“Excuse me ? I don’t intend to become anyone’s target tonight, but I appreciate your worry.” the adept’s words are somewhat icy; she knew when to let out her hidden sharp tongue come out. “Monster do not tend to flock towards crowds. Disheartening, as you said.” 

Ghouls, vampires, witches, evil spirits; it worries her, deeply, the havoc that could happen at any second, at the least expected time. It made her more than aware of what could happen to innocent bystanders merely looking to celebrate this unusual festivity, indulge in this so-called ‘trick-or-treating’ that she heard often about. The mere thought sends shivers down her spine. 

“They’re just bystanders. I don’t think half of them can defend themselves.” Unfortunate, really, were disaster to strike at this very moment. A young miss danced along the crowd on a purplish, velvety dress, her skirt flowing along the sky; innocent blue eyes shone underneath the street-lights, and that made Mia more worried about a possible ( and imminent ) train wreck.