#📌hooded stranger

[polaroid-angel]

📌 remembrance 1

( continuation from @ur-local-demonlol thread )

The hooded man chuckled softly to himself.

Plans have been made. The materials were ready. Now the problem was where to keep him.

He had nowhere to go.

Nowhere but the remains of that bistro.

Who was he kidding? It was burnt to a crisp—why would he want to go there?

"..."

"... I should make his favorite..."

"To welcome him."

[polaroid-angel]

Where there was once a bird, there was now a black cat, trailing behind the hooded man. It seemed curious, watching the man commit a... well, an obvious crime.

It's looking at the man the entire time with its beady yellow eyes. It seemed to be judging him. But then again, it was just a cat.

A harmless one, to be exact. It only ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time.

(( @ur-local-demonlol ))

( continuation from 📌Remembrance 2 )

It didn't take long for the hooded man to carry the detective on his back. The feeling of being watched never faded, but once he witnessed the cat, he scowled at the animal.

"What. Don't you have an owner? Run back to them."

He shifted his position, carrying the person in his arms with a slight struggle in how he held him. It hurt, the muscles in his arms must have atrophied since that night.

The night the inferno ate away at his body.

[polaroid-angel]

📌 remembrance 3

Morning stirs; the silver-haired detective rises from his makeshift rest,

Soot clings to the air, heavy as if an ember smolders near.

A quiet urge tugs within him—a whisper to leave, to break from this place,

Yet here he lingers, bound by what he cannot name.

Below, the black-haired stranger lies upon the ground, unmoved—

His comfort a strange contrast to the rasping of his labored breaths.

He seems lost within a sleep so deep, so distant,

As though his spirit has drifted somewhere beyond this world.

Now, it falls to you.

In your hands lies the fate of another, fragile as porcelain;

Every action will carve his path, unseen yet unbreakable.

What will he awaken to, when your choice is made?

[polaroid-angel]

((ooc: wanted to try and change the setting from the last rp hehe hope u dont mind))

While Forcas was waiting for Valefar and Porter to arrive, a red canary quickly came by to sit on Forcas' head, looking at his face. Its eyes squinted upon seeing him, as if it was smiling. It rested its entire body on his hair, waiting for something. Someone. Some people.

This bird was a sign the other two were near.

(( @ur-local-demonlol ))

An odd energy. Some new arcana. Not malicious but dark. Not that he would jump to conclusions—he's not an ignorant moron that assumes everything at first glance.

He reached up to the bird, recognizing it.

"Hello, my friend. Good to see you again."

But it seems someone thought he was talking to them.

"Mm?"

"A-Ah, oh... Sorry I bumped into you that one time."

"It's no big deal, but your impulse to buy a gift for me was..."

"I just wanted to make up for the stuff you dropped."

[polaroid-angel]

YANKY YANK THE HOODIE!!!

"Don't touch me..."

[polaroid-angel]

"... Shit, it's you. Uhh, fuck. YOU DIDN'T HEAR THI–"

...

It's gone.

"... it knows him...? No. I must be getting paranoid again.."

Disappointedly, he sighed. He checked the amount in his hand. It wasn't enough to get by a whole day, but it was enough to stop the pain in his body.

"I really need to get more money... how can I find a place without it?"

[polaroid-angel]

are you wearing that hood because your balding?

"As I said before, I'm not balding."

[polaroid-angel]

take the hood off bro. triple dog dare

"And let you see my hideous scars? Absolutely not. It's a pain alone to hide the ones on my hands and neck."

[polaroid-angel]

Hooded man! Is your name perhaps Vincent Charbonneau?

The hooded man seemed cautious the moment the name had been spoken. His palms were sweaty, his breathing shallow as he stared in confusion.

"Wh... Isn't that the owner of... L... La Guelle de Saturn...? Isn't he dead...? W-Why are you asking me if I am him?"

[polaroid-angel]

flowers!!!

(Ask for anyone)

Each of them has received their favorites. Here are their reactions.

Forcas blinked twice, wondering about the sudden appearance of flowers in his hands. Still, he took the bouquet with a smile.

" Chrysanthemums, I'll have to find a vase for these!"

Porter and Valefar both received a whole bouquet. Porter, a bouquet of lilies, and Valefar, a bouquet of daisies—one significantly bigger than Porter's.

Valefar bragged as usual, with Porter looking on with a sneaky chuckle as they both began comparing their bouquets

"Ohohoho~! Dost thou witness this? More folk love me, Porter!"

"You wish, Val. I got more."

And peculiarly, a hooded man received a bouquet of roses. Prickly and dangerous, yet he held it with grace. He quietly thanked you, holding his elixir with one hand and the bouquet in the other.

[polaroid-angel]

got all ur hair burnded off and has to pretend he's not mostly bald

i see you, i see you mister "not bald"

"..."

He has completely given up on convincing people that he's not bald.

[polaroid-angel]

Hey hooded guy. Whoever you are. I still haven't gotten to sacrifice you yet you better get ready because soon enough ill get youu

(just a hypothetical ooc question what if we just made an entire RP based off of this one thing lol)

He's dumbfounded by the response. He had almost forgotten about the sacrifice thing, oops.

"I advise you call it off before you do anything stupid, cher."

[polaroid-angel]

*transfers period cramps to hooded man via manifestation*

He doubled over in pain, how lovely!

[polaroid-angel]

Hooded man...Would your name happen to be Vincent?

"I have answered this already. No."

[polaroid-angel]

Hmm.....

>[Gives some lemon cologne]

Ok bye-

He warily took the lemon cologne, bringing it close to his nose.

His sense of smell was stronger than his taste or touch now, so the smell came off stronger than he thought—almost like a familiar smell.

He chuckled, musing as he pocketed the cologne.

"I love this, thank you, cher ami."

[polaroid-angel]

"Hello? Hello, hello? Wait... This isn't 'Cas. Or anyone I recognize, actually. Who am I talking to?"

(to hooded man)

"... Hello...?"

The hooded man is cautious. He clutched his sleeve, his heart racing. There was something in his hand, it looked like money.

"What do you want?"