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Posted: Sat, 07/01/2023 08:50 (2 Years ago)

Parking his cart by the clothes aisle, Uyu pulled out his phone to scroll through the internet for a few recipes. It wasn’t anything extravagant, an old blackberry model that most certainly showed his age and his preference of phones. Honestly, the built in keypad was the main reason why he had kept it around, adoring the tactile sensation of pressing down on buttons and the rolling ball that scrolled through the screen. Even with his horrible hands, there was no hindrance in his usage of it as touchscreen wasn’t even built into the phone and the phone was bulky enough for him to securely grip. The only downside might be the size, its palm-sized nature often resulting in a few minutes of frustrated grabbing as Uyu failed time and time again to pick up the blasted electronic. But still, he wouldn’t change the box of plastic and wires for any of the newer or sleeker models for anything. One, he had customized it himself for security and aesthetic purposes so it really was one of a kind, and two, it contained little stories that Uyu liked to read from time to time. Some of the entries were vaguely familiar in the way that re-reading a well loved novel was familiar, but the silly mundane adventures that the writer went on was always interesting to read. The writing choices were frames as a diary so many of the characters weren’t named and simply called “Dad” or “my cat”. It was certainly a riveting read, following the unnamed narrator as she grew up. One of the few pieces of entertainment left that could still accommodate his shaking hands.

Rolling the plastic ball, Uyu skimmed a recipe for Trifle cups while keeping an eye on what he already had. With how much he was buying today, he might actually have to rent out the test kitchen. Might put a dent into the funds but hey, at least they could make up for it in the expanded menu. Hopefully. Mulling over what best to put in these highly customizable desert cups, Uyu pushed his cart towards the plastic cup aisle to get some aesthetic cups for his creation. Plain see-through would honestly best considering that the main allure of such a dish was gazing at the delicate layers that the dish provided, marveling at the marbling of colours that melded together in a harmonious finish in one’s mouth. Visual design was just as important as the actual flavours even if some people took it too far and only focused on the dish’s appearance. Sure, Uyu wasn’t an actual certified chef that went to chef school and had chef certification, just one who liked to experiment with food and make new things for fun (and for profit because his business wouldn’t be standing if that wasn’t the case) but he had pride in his creations. Kitchen Witchery was a delicate art he’ll have you know and he was a good one at that (that and if he dared bake with the wrong intentions or came into a such a space with anything less that his whole mind present on the act then his work would backfire and no one likes it when spells actively mess up your day).

Passing by three people who were just staring at each other, Uyu stared for a bit before deciding to ignore those weirdos (while ignoring the tug on his own heart telling him to look back) and breezed past them towards the glassware. Pulling a few of them into the cart, he staunchly avoided the aisle with the staring trio and doubled around to the chocolate. He had already gotten everything he really needed and something extra for the employees under his payroll and having general quality of life improvements such as readily available chocolate for whatever reason was always a bonus. And so, off too the chocolate!

Only that the path to the chocolate aisle apparently took him right towards the group of bug eyed strangers plus one more! Joy. At least he looked just as fed up as Uyu felt. However, instead of asking the to move, like a sane person who enjoyed interaction would, Uyu swerved his cart to pass through the next aisle, going around the gawkers. If you couldn't beat them then just ignore them. Successfully maneuvering around them, Uyu felt a little bit of pettiness well up within him so he turned around to meet Kedo's gaze and stuck his tongue out almost childishly and snatch whatever the closest chocolate was off the shelf. Sue him, but it felt like the most natural thing to do, as if he was somehow someone that Uyu could recognize as an ally. Rare in this horrid world of theirs but the familiarity tugging his gut towards them was undeniable. But Uyu wasn't stupid and knew that these were objectively strangers. Familiar ones, but still unknown to him.

And if he had anything to say about it, it would stay that way.

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Posted: Sat, 07/01/2023 02:09 (2 Years ago)

What was once cold harsh winds that blew across the restless night and cut through even the thickest of cloths slowly turned into a gentler dawn breeze that gently caressed frozen fingers. Elliot let out a huff, white clouds of his own breath floating around the warming skies. Even bundled in dark fabrics, it was hard to feel his limbs after spending the night on shift. He couldn't wait to go back into his bunk and just conk out without a care in the world, wrapped in sheets that though weren't the thickest did still provide comfort and warmth. It always felt lonely to go to sleep in a twin bed with no one beside him in either event, too used to sharing a bed with his husband and army of adopted cats, but recently he had been taking more and more night shifts.

As morning heralded the end of Elliot's shift, a blessed time that was very rudely interrupted by a blaring horn that only made every guard who was set to be to sleep groan in relief. The others were waking up so soon enough, the rotation time nigh upon them.

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Posted: Thu, 05/01/2023 09:47 (2 Years ago)

Shaking hands gently dabbed concealer under heavy eye bags as Uyu stared at the stranger glowering back at him through the mirror. Perfect hands, perfect face, perfect face. All as it should be. Nothing less, always something more to be done. A brush gently pressing against pale column of his neck, the black dot it left peeking just over his high collar as a teasing snippet that invited the viewer to trail their gaze down. As he applied subtle make up, gentle eyeliner and blush that looked almost garish in his eyes, the palate clattered out of his hands and he squatted down with a drawn-out sigh. His hands were shaking too hard to hold too much and Uyu clutched his hands close to his chest. He hated it whenever this happened, his tremors unavoidable even on the best of days where his body and mind co-operated with him.

"You're cold. All this time you've gone out in the dead of night in sheer clothes is catching up to you." The nothingness lamented, cradling his ruined hands in its. It was nice to pretend that it was something kind and warm that was comforting him, something that cared. Uyu knew better. The nothingness was not something to be trusted, nor listened to; best ignored and unheard.

Jamming on his gloves, Uyu kicked the pallet under his bag, hands trembling too badly to properly fit his fingers in. The thick leather did little to help, tangling scars and sinew up into a mess of frustration and discomfort. But it was well worth the trouble when the gloves finally sat flush on his ruined skin, hiding everything that prying eyes would never see away under a safety web of leather and familiarity. Tying up his apron, Uyu picked up his list of chores for the day. It consisted of pretty standard fare, from getting groceries to paying workers, nothing quite different from other days despite the rough start. Though, some of the items on the grocery list was unfortunately unavailable with their usual bulk seller. It was, however, available in Wallmart which was fine, yeah it was fine. It wasn’t like Uyu was on the verge of walking out and not working for the day because his mind and body refused to co-operate with him today. It wasn’t like anyone could even stop him. Who would? The owner?

Oh right.

He was the owner.

Scooping up the keys with a twirl of his finger, Uyu checked to make sure that his employees weren’t going to accidently starting a fire or anything before sliding into a sleek car that blended in perfectly with the cityscape. It sped through the roads and back alleyways, the black matte exterior protecting it from any praying eyes and the lights dimmed to the point where only the ground before the careening vehicle. It seemed to appear out of nowhere, smoothly sliding into the nearby Walmart with nary a scratch or dent on any car. It was almost way too cool how Uyu stepped out of his car, heels clinking on the concrete as if he was going shopping in Balenciaga instead of Walmart and he certainly acted like it. Slightly jarring to see in a run of the mill chain store catered to the masses, but hey. At least Uyu looked damn fabulous doing it. Thanking the security by the gates, Uyu picked up a cart and began walking the aisle for coke of all things. Apparently, there was a supply chain issue something about a phantom thief always stealing cases upon cases of coke which was honestly ridiculous. Steal Sprite if you had to steal. Sprite was objectively better, fight him.

Hauling in a few cases into the cart, Uyu gripped the cart with firm hands even if they were threatening to slip off the handle. Composing himself, he began to push his cart towards the produce for personal shopping. Maybe he’d try and make some Sprite of his own. Who knows.

“I like Coke more” A petulant voice complained

Oh shut up, we’re getting Sprite and you’re going to like it. Plucking reasonably priced limes and lemons from the boxes (a rarity in this economy), Uyu examined what limited produce were available and frowned at the prices. Places were hiking things up way too much and minimum wage really just wasn’t cutting it. Perhaps he should raise some of his worker’s pay? Maybe.

Picking up a few miscellaneous items just to experiment with for his coffee house’s rotating menu, Uyu contemplated if he should pick up some alcohol. It was fall so something warm might be nice for the coming winter. Eggnog just universally sucked but mulled wine wasn’t bad and it did fit the whole café vibe that he had going on. Picking up some cheap wine, Uyu contemplated what he already had in his cart and shrugged, putting a few bottles in. Wouldn’t hurt to try.

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Posted: Tue, 03/01/2023 11:06 (2 Years ago)

Username:
Tsukoyomi

Character name:
Elliot Baskerville

Age:
25

Gender:
Male

Appearance:
Elliot has a youthful face with fair skin from perpetually locking himself in the library and reading as much as he can, blending with his pale blond hair and light eyes. He burns really easily and so wears long layers, coats making up a large portion of his wardrobe. He isn't very tall, his face quite boyish for his age and it is a source of his explosive temper. His attire is formal and stiff, especially when attending social events. When he's alone though, he loves to wear warm and comfortable clothing. Something thats perfect for curling up by the fire and reading a good book or a day spent inside with the people he wants

Personality:
Elliot is proud, hot-headed, outspoken but compassionate and has a gentle nature even if he hides it under hundreds of layers of formality. He presents himself as prim and proper, the proper gentleman that is ready to act at a moments notice, all in an facade to keep his face as someone who once belonged to a house of high standing. His knowledge of battling is extensive and exhaustive but he doesn't like to battle, instead content with just living out a simple life. He is dedicated to his values but when confronted with an experience that challenges his prior knowledge, he is open-minded enough to reassess what he has learnt. Those who earn his companionship are his friends for life, loyal to the end. He is selfless and understands the sacrifices that he needs to make to ensure the safety of others, but he will always hold one person above anyone else

Weapon:
A black rapier emblazoned with his former family's crest. There's nothing special about it other than that, but Elliot still holds it with pride.

Other:
Once the third biological son of a high class family, Elliot disowned himself to marry the man of his dreams. He still visits his adopted brothers but lives a life seperate from his birth family

Can I add you to a GC with everyone else in the RP?:
No let me innnmmn

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Posted: Mon, 02/01/2023 23:07 (2 Years ago)

Jokes on all of you, Uyu never slept. Sprawled out on a ratty third hand couch with a can of sprite in hand and an arm thrown over tired eyes, Uyu blinked away the memories that demanded to be remembered. But reminiscing on the past just wasn't Uyu's style. Knocking back the fizzy sofa, Uyu cleaned up the mess from the night, trash swept into the bin and goods disappearing in a blink of the eye. Pulling the reflective puffer jacket over slim shoulders, Uyu patted down hidden pockets, false fingers, and all manner of concealed spaces to make sure that everything was where it is needed. Stretching, Uyu stepped out of the apartment only to spectacularly trip over the threshold and slam into the dividing bar, breath wheezing out of bruised ribs.

"Go to the Rotting Heart. Tell no one, not even your family. One word and your fate will be sealed. Good luck, have fun!"

"Shut up, none of you are real anyways." Uyu spat at no one in particular, shaking off the dread that had blanketed the empty hallway. Glancing at trembling gloved hands, Uyu firmly grasped a wrist easily fitting within a hand in order to quell the cold sweat the had broken out before turning on a delicate heel. It seemed important, whatever it was and the voices hadn't steered Uyu wrong anyways, so what was the harm in checking it out?

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Posted: Thu, 29/12/2022 08:03 (2 Years ago)

"걱정하지마.[1]" He assured, taking her hands. They weren't as soft as he expected, callused and pocked with burn marks and nicks that spoke of dedication to her craft, the hands of someone who used them frequently for meticulous labour. Ye-rin had actually done quite a good job taking out the glass, very little remaining for Hyeonwoo to take out which he did almost painlessly. Taking out a disinfectant from his travel bag he always kept with him, he gently warned that it might sting with an apologetic tone before slathering the paste over her hands, taking care to make sure that the wounds were carefully sealed with the medicine. Once that was done, Hyeonwoo was quick to wrap the injuries up with swift movements, the bandages snug enough to hold but not so tight as to cut of circulation or restrict movement too much. It was simple first aid as he snipped off any excess bandages to finish it off.

[1] No worries

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Posted: Thu, 29/12/2022 07:26 (2 Years ago)

Bora hated sleeping. It was a fact of life that instead of a warm bed and heavy covers, there was more comfort to be found in brews of tea and the stars. Sitting by the windowsill with nothing but barley tea warming stiff fingers, Bora stared at those who had been captured with nothing but apathy in those cold golden eyes that seemed to pierce past any falsehoods. If Bongjoon thought that Bora would save him just because he had funded the Choi family's dying craft, he was sorely mistaken and a little foolish to think so. Locking eyes with the man, Bora only stared him down before very deliberately turning away to drink from the cooling tea. There were a few noises from the window as the leaders realized that one of the best Samjogo members wasn't going to even lift a finger for them, outrage at the isolate nature of such a commoner when movement on the roof drew their attention instead. Smirking into the rim, Bora polished off what was left in the glass before reaching across the empty table to pour more tea.

There was shuffling next to Ye-rin and if she lifted her head, she would be meet with an open smile on a fairly innocuous face. "걱정 마, 내가 도와 줄게 [1]" Hyeonwoo offered, holding out a hand showing off a golden Gi wrapped around tattooed skin. He had watched the two with sharp eyes but elected to not not step in until now as he wasn't one to interject in on already per-existing arguments. He healed those who were hurt physically. He couldn't take away emotional ones, no matter how hard he tried. An unfortunate reality of his limitations, but Hyeonwoo had long since learned to accept it and just do what he could. And at this moment, it was helping bandage the poor girl's hands and cast a healing spell to encourage cell growth.

[1] Don’t worry, I’ll help you

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Posted: Wed, 28/12/2022 08:18 (2 Years ago)

"Would you like me to steal you away, darling?"

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Username -
Tsukoyomi

Character name -
Utsugi Uyu

Age (16+) -
24

Gender -
Male

Appearance -
Tall and unafraid to show it off, Uyu's flamboyant attire is quite the eye catch. With a baggy reflective parka that hangs loosely around slender shoulders and sneaker heels that look way too impracticable to walk in but somehow still appears to be perfectly in life with the chic wardrobe, everything about Uyu screams high end elegance. Somehow, even Uyu's hair reflects this, the undersides of stark white bleached hair dyed technicolor pink and blue and styled to look almost like a jellyfish, falling over one silver eye. Jewelry adorns slim wrists that jangle with every movement, the overall outfit quite loud in general both in appearance and sound. Somehow though... somehow. Uyu always manages to sneak up on people...

Personality -
Flirtatious and a bit of a smooth talker, Uyu is always ready to greet customers and patrons with a charming smile and lip service. Uyu chases after the spotlight, taking any chance to capture someone's attention with honeyed words feeding exactly what they want to hear. As someone who has long since worked in customer service, Uyu has an almost endless patience and a firm poker face that's hard to break, making his emotions a little hard to read. But that isn't a problem as Uyu is quite emotionally open, always sharing innocuous thoughts and opinions as freely as the wind. But curiously enough, even if Uyu is loose lipped and generous with information, no one really knows anything personal about the mysterious coffee shop worker as if Uyu is nothing but a phantom their imagination conjured up

Secret/New Ability -
Once someone who only picked up magic for fun, Uyu is now a master of slight of hand, nimble fingers disguising and concealing objects with a finesse that even pros struggle to attain. From card tricks to disappearing acts, anything that can be done Uyu can do and anything that hasn't been done... well someone has to be the first. With a voice that can change with every word, thrown through walls and mimicked to the point of pinpoint accuracy, Uyu's magic seems a lot more like phantom thievery, considering that ever since Uyu's return there have been a long string of robberies.... But I'm sure that the neighborhood heartthrob has nothing to do with them, after all what would Uyu do with four ceremonial daggers, the Mikazuki, and eight hundred bottles of coke?

Fear/Weakness -
Everything must come to end and one day the curtains will fall on Uyu's final stage, leaving nothing crushing darkness as no one bothers to remember who Utsugi Uyu is. To be forgotten and alone, unneeded among the countless entertainers and just another face among the many. Uyu just wants to be remembered, needed, to be someone worth any sort of love

PalPad? (Y / N) -
let me innnnnnnn

Other -
Uyu is a practicing kitchen witch and though there doesn't appear to be much correlation between that and the impressive and elaborate stage tricks, Uyu's food is to die for and gives all who eat it a warm, homey feeling

art by cosmicguts

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Posted: Sun, 25/12/2022 23:20 (2 Years ago)

Hwang Hyeonwoo
Username: Tsukoyomi |Gender: Male |Age: 21

Personality:
Loud, rambunctious, annoying. Those are the first impressions that people have of Hyeonwoo and he doesn't mind them even it it is completely antithetical to who is truly is. There is a certain softness to him and he is gentle at heart. He is quick to defend his friends and loved ones and while he may be a bit violent in doing so, these actions come from a place of good intentions. Some may say that he is a mom friend and he does little to deny such allegations, taking them with grace and the reminder to go drink more water. He loves more than he ought to and perhaps he is a little soft for those he has taken under his wing. To others though, he is stern and unyielding, every bit the nurse he was raised as. There is firmness to be with his friends of course, but it is only with outsiders does it become clear that he is someone who is not to be trifled with as his swift needlework isn't just for closing wounds.

Appearance:
Although he looks frail and sickly, Hyeonwoo is not someone to underestimate. While is is pretty average in height, standing at around 168cm but he still carries an almost punk rock aura around him, his fragile frame only adding to that air. His dyed brown mullet only confirms this, wild and unkempt when let loose though it is often tied back into a low bun whenever he works as well as a collection of piercings and tattoos. This is offset by his sharp bright eyes, inviting in its warmth yet it holds a certain air which seems to look straight through your soul. Overall, despite his sickly demeanor he holds quite a handsome face that is alluring and youthful, cute in a sense, but also sparks a small sense of danger as if the personality behind the face was a beast worth chasing. Although his general frame radiates warmth and fragility, he is surprisingly strong even by the standards of his clan, used to carrying limp patients around. While his clothing isn't exactly traditional for a healthcare professional, they all do conform to hospital uniform code and really, that's all that matters

Clan:
Gom

Relationship?:
Happily single and Gay

Other:
He's a registered nurse who travels around to help those who can't afford traditional healthcare

Password:
sorry lol

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Posted: Sun, 25/12/2022 05:04 (2 Years ago)

Choi Bora
Username: Tsukoyomi | Gender: Irrelevant | Age: 24

Personality:
Heir of a lineage of mudong from the South who have always been closely connected to their goddess, Bora is uptight, formal, curt, cold. To those who seek Bora for divine guidance, they will be met with harsh refusal and a silver tongue yet always walk away with a lighter heart and their answers questioned. Bora doesn't like to believe in Three-Legged Crow Goddess and instead finds comfort in the stars and what can be gleaned through them rather than in dreams of terror and pain. Often refuses to sleep as well and is thus often very snappish, escaping those ever present prophetic dreams of a future that promises nothing but more trouble through tea and work

Appearance:
(Please ignore the animal parts I'm too lazy to draw a human version lmao its just so yall can get some idea)
With the face of someone who shouldn't be going through a mid-life crisis but is somehow going through it, Bora's dyed purple hair styled into something so emo that even emo kids are jealous is the most striking feature. The hair covers one of the star struck golden eyes, blocking half on the face which creates a pretty embarrassing tan line that Bora isn't fond of showing. While most of the time in public, Bora is obligated to wear traditional clothes, or at least very conservative ones, as it is one of the many family rules, Bora prefers not wearing much beyond a tshirt and shorts.

Clan:
Samjogo

Relationship?:
Is in an arranged engagement but neither of them are very thrilled about it

Other:
Oddly enough does believe in some gods and myths such as the Bonghwang and Cave Bear Goddess. In the same vein, Bora is very antagonistic towards others, Samjogo being one of those

PalPad?:
Sure

Password:
바보

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Posted: Mon, 19/12/2022 07:58 (2 Years ago)

Elliot Baskerville

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[ introduction ]

Born into a high class family Galarian family, Elliot never really questioned what his family's prestigious battling history entailed. Sent to trainer school in order to study its long history of pokemon battling and capturing, Elliot excelled in his studies and dominated in the battles he partook in at an early age. He didn't care for socializing, only ever focusing on his studies and spending all of his free time in the library. His only company was ever books and his pokemon until one day another student who had no care for his family name or reputation barreled into his life. He became his closest confident, the first real person who was willing to call him out on his asshole nature and self-absorbed tendencies. His ideals and assumptions that he had lived on for his entire life were shaken as the two bickered and annoyed each other, his worldview slowly shifting with every debate they got into. Arguing and clashing through ideals and brains instead of Pokemon wasn't something that Elliot was used to. Combat through words seemed to be the only way to get through to him as Elliot began to re-evaluate how he himself saw the world, pulling back the curtains that his parents had drawn tight around his eyes.

By the time they graduated, wherever Elliot's name was spoken, Leo's was not far behind. Elliot and Leo, a duo of high achievers and so very different from when they entered the academy. Ignoring his family's summons, Elliot settled down in Sinnoh with Leo, taking on a different last name legally and taking on all the gyms. Before facing Volkner, he took up a normal job as a librarian in Sunnyshore and just... never finished the gyms. Living eight years relatively peacefully and without his family hounding after him, Elliot became just another face watching trainers come in an out challenging the local gym.

[ appearance ]

Elliot has a youthful face with fair skin from perpetually locking himself in the library and reading as much as he can, blending with his pale blond hair and light eyes. He burns really easily and so wears long layers, coats making up a large portion of his wardrobe. He isn't very tall, his face quite boyish for his age and it is a source of his explosive temper. His attire is formal and stiff, especially when attending social events. When he's alone though, he loves to wear warm and comfortable clothing. Something thats perfect for curling up by the fire and reading a good book or a day spent inside with the people he wants

[ personality ]

Elliot is proud, hot-headed, outspoken but compassionate and has a gentle nature even if he hides it under hundreds of layers of formality. He presents himself as prim and proper, the proper gentleman that is ready to act at a moments notice, all in an facade to keep his face as someone who once belonged to a house of high standing. His knowledge of battling is extensive and exhaustive but he doesn't like to battle, instead content with just living out a simple life. He is dedicated to his values but when confronted with an experience that challenges his prior knowledge, he is open-minded enough to reassess what he has learnt. Those who earn his companionship are his friends for life, loyal to the end. He is selfless and understands the sacrifices that he needs to make to ensure the safety of others, but he will always hold one person above anyone else.

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	@Cardboard-Spaghetti I'll take that! Show hidden content Chosen Set:🌓🥐🗒 Unwatermarked Version sent through PM @Next Please use existing pokemon 🎡🐯🖤 (Carousel, Tiger, Black Heart) Galar Growthlite base 🌊🌌🐈 (Sea, Space, Cat) It would be great if Skitty was used as a base ✨⚜️🦇 (Stars, Fleur de Lys, Bat) [Read more]

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Posted: Tue, 15/11/2022 07:43 (2 Years ago)

Alecto was a good son. He was. He did what was asked of him and he did it without complaint. He didn't complain when they called him Alice, a name that didn't even belong to him. Sure, he impersonated his siblings when they didn't want to do any chores and turned to their reliable oldest brother to do it for them, seeing who could trick their caregivers the longest turning into a silly prank, but in the end he was Alecto. Alecto who had been Alice for so long that he had become a dead man. As he was dragged through the streets of District 9, dazed and perhaps a little concussed, Alecto bitterly contemplated how everyone had been so convinced that he was Alice that they had simply handed him over to the Peacekeepers when asked. The sting of betrayal hurt a lot less when he had other scrapes and bumps to keep the pain at bay.

He didn't even realize that he had been placed into a train until the scenery flew past his eyes, vacant eyes staring at nothing until someone tired to talk with him. By the time that happened, they were already in the capital and being ushered through the crowded streets, jostled around in a crowd that pressed in from all sides. An apt metaphor for his current feelings, Alecto.... no he was Alice now, wasn't he? Alice was assigned the 14th room, something he noted with minimal humor. At least it wasn't unlucky 13. Small mercies.

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Posted: Mon, 14/11/2022 02:38 (2 Years ago)

Letting the ladies bicker among themselves, Yahui floated over to the windows where Mara was checking them, using gloved fingers to check behind them for any latches that could open them. Yahui felt the familiar presence of a second consciousness wrap around his mind like an old friend, welcoming it with a warm touch and open arms. And a healthy heaping of judgment. So much judgement. ("Did you find anything?" "If I did, we wouldn't be having this conversation, dingus." "Ouch, I was only trying to help." "Mhm, sure. And where were you when I needed help?" "Not everyone can just play servant and abandon their duties willy-nilly like you can, peasant.") Glaring at each other, which to any outsider looking on was just plain weird since the two hadn't stopped staring at each other ever since the Marquess approached his personal servant, the twins both turned away with a huff.

Moving on to the next window, Mara felt around again, not expecting much as the other windows had all been smooth panes of reinforced glass, the type that not even a bullet would break. To their surprise, their fingers brushed against a sharp corner, something that had them reflexively yanking their hand back with a grimace. Snatching whatever it was, Mara turned around and presented the... paper. It felt like a folded sheet of paper to their twin. Letting themself back into Yahui's mind, they watched as the paper was unfolded to reveal... gibberish?

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Posted: Thu, 10/11/2022 01:38 (2 Years ago)

He was surrounded by incompetent fools who couldn't even do their job, or did do their job but was so easily distracted from it that it was laughable. Not like he had any ground to stand on, being a demon who could sleep through a whole entire war, but still. Running through what little about the humans he could remember from the unfortunately brief encounter, Belphi crafted a pseudo list of who would probably be the easiest to pick off first. Ah, but first planning the route that the humans were going to take would probably be a good idea, that way they could be funneled into more advantageous land. But that meant scouting ahead and the amount of work that was looming over Belphi's head was already starting to make him regret a lot of things. With a distracted mumble of "Welcome back, I guess", he walked towards a random direction, head still spinning with potential what ifs and how abouts

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Posted: Wed, 09/11/2022 22:57 (2 Years ago)

Oh Goodess have mercy on him, this was going to be painful. "Yes, it is... very fun." He agreed, baring his teeth in a approximation of pure excitement and joy. "Come now, lets catch up to those pesky rats before they scurry off too far." And the faster I can go back to bed, was unsaid but very much expressed in the drag of a hand down Belphi's face. Half of him wanted to double back to find Grimm, she would be useful in any sort of hit and run sort of operation with those creepy ink hands of hers. Oh well, there wasn't much he could do about that and he would have to just cut his loses.

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Posted: Wed, 09/11/2022 03:44 (2 Years ago)

The old lamp flickered with a crackling buzz, lights blinking on and off as the night swallowed up anything that it could wrap its maw around. The neon lights wrapped and bent into letters declaring the name of whatever convenience store was unlucky enough to be posted right outside the faulty streetlight had letters missing, humming weakly against the all encompassing night. Perched above the crumbling roof of the store, a tail that could scarcely be seen against the black canvas flicked leisurely, observing as narrowed eyes took in the surrounding areas. Gathered along the target's head, a few growls and chirps hissed out and their leader gave a warning rumble of his own. Cocking his head, San let his ears take in the sounds of life surrounding them before holding up a hand. Tension built among the gathered, coiled muscles tensed in anticipation as he finally let his pointer and middle finger fall down before the rest of his hand did.

A haunting howl rung out, breaking the darkened night with a bolt of fear and the moon glittered off shattered glass. Twin screams rung out from the convenience store, the smell of blood dripping into the darkness, pooling out of the caved in door. San watched with a fond little smile, cheek cradled within a gloved hand as he kicked his feet almost childishly. A faint noise from the freeway had him glancing at the road, the faint lights of an incoming vehicle shaking the very ground. His torn ears flicked, his tongue tasting the gasoline that permeated the air as he braced his booted feet against the wall of the store. A motorcycle, he determined, leaping off with a rumble in his chest and hands outstretched. Claws wrapped around smooth plastic as San bowled the rider over, slamming the poor bystander's head into the concrete. Plucking the helmet off the biker's dazed head, San hummed as he dragged his prey back into the destroyed convenience store where the rest of his children were feasting. Before morning could come, they would be gone with the wind, leaving behind mangled corpses and stolen goods, but for now they would feast.

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Posted: Tue, 08/11/2022 02:07 (2 Years ago)

Oh so the medic princess could talk big talk but never follow through with her actions huh? Whatever, that wasn't any of his business. But really, hearing that Aster had no plan was actually not surprising at all, this as Aster after all. It was a little irksome that he didn't look even the least bit sheepish that he had been bested by rats but whatever, he could live with that. "I like your idea, Aster, I really do. It's probably one of your best plans yet which is really saying alot. But how about this. Guerrilla warfare. Its stupid, its time consuming, its really cowardly and I hate it but hey. It could work and if we play it smart then we can break them down little by little. That way we don't have to deal with that purple annoyance right off the bat and still use the darkness. Goddess, it would take so long..." Sighing he shrugged. It was the worst idea but hey. It was something

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Posted: Tue, 08/11/2022 01:01 (2 Years ago)

Goddess, this mid 200 something year old whelp was getting on his nerves. Centuries? Belphi would have to be a baby for that to be true. That was a fraction of the time Belphi had spent awake, the annoying doctor had nothing on him. And medicine and engineering? What self respecting demon would ever go and get themselves healed, most would rather lose an arm than get it healed. Perhaps it was different now but at least a millennia ago that would have never been the case. Perhaps the brat was letting her pride and ego get into her head but that was the beauty of demons so he couldn't quite begrudge her for that. But whatever, Belphi could let her think whatever silly things she wanted it wasn't any blow to his pride. "Do you have any plans this time around or do we just do what we want?" Belphi yawned, not bothering to reply to Grimm and addressing Aster instead. "There's that bothersome scientist woman too... the one who was the reason for our pathetic performance. She may be more protected because of it. At least some plan is probably better than going in blind."

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