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[boombambaby]

[ Closed starter for; @mostpeculiarmademoiselleetmsieur ]

That's only like a week and a half late eh heh.

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A loud, sudden CRACK shatters the quiet serenity of the library as the doors are unceremoniously kicked open, the ornate gold trim making them heavier and thus causing all the more damage as they bounce off of the walls.

"--But sire, please! You have to listen! It's--"

Kuzco raises a hand to silence him, stopping just inside the threshold and sweeping his gaze across the length of the room. It appears for all intents and purposes as silent and undisturbed as it had been before his grand 'entrance', and he narrows his eyes as he tries to figure out where the old man could be hiding out. "Not NOW, Kombucha-- I just need to talk to someone about the scrolls!" "It's Kommara, si--" "HELLLLOOOOO, Emperor Kuzco here! Looking for the lazy Imperial Scribe who's suppose to be working here!" His hands find purchase on his hips, covering up how flustered he currently is with annoyance.

[rukia-kuchiki-divided]

Closed Starter | A Visit to the Rukongai | @cc-ichigo-kurosaki

It had been several days since the talk she and Ichigo had in his room. Several days since Rukia had opened up to him about her past in the Rukongai. She hadn't meant to - had no intention of putting that emotional burden on the one person who deserved less burdens. When was the last time she had brought up the past? Even with Kaien, she had danced around the topic and only hinted at her situation. It was surreal. Watching as Ichigo readied himself to come with her to the Soul Society. Rukia had arranged to used the private senkaimon on the Kuchiki grounds to avoid as many eyes as possible. For some reason, this entire thing felt utterly intimate and personal. She hadn't spoken about it with anyone.

Rukia shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her hand playing with the hilt of her zanpakuto in a familiar, comforting way - the weight of it at her side allowing her to focus her breathing.

"Are.. are you certain you want to do this?" She asked for the second time, her eyes reflecting the nervousness in her reiatsu.

[storyrealized]

"That mutt is far too fond of you."

As harsh as Brigitta's words may sound... there's barely any trace of actual vitriol to be found in them. In fact, though it's well-hidden behind an unsentimental tone, there's even some level of fondness in them too, though it would take a trained eye to see it - or just someone who knows her well-enough to not be fooled by her cold exterior.

She could spend time reflecting on just how this state of affairs came to be, and she's sure that she will... but right now, Brigitta finds herself just a bit distracted. Lately, it feels like the world's gone a little bit mad - to the point where even she's found herself unable to ignore it, as much as she tries to get on with her business without letting the things she can't stop impede her. But Luca being here... somehow makes things a little easier to bear, much as she'd be embarrassed to admit to it aloud.

He seems to have that effect on a lot of people, though.

"That aside, you look like you've been busy as of late." she notes instead, arms folded as she takes a moment to observe the boy in question. Truth be told, there are things she wants to ask about, but... she's not entirely sure how to do so. "I'll admit that I'm curious about what you're up to... but I suppose you might be here to take a break from all that, hmm?"

@tenebriism ( starter for luca! )

[onebigerror]

@bamsidsuperbitch asked: "i'll always be here for you." (sidney & eddie) // still accepting this meme

"and why would you want to do that?" eddie waggled his eyebrows as he jumped up on the picnic table outside the cafeteria. perching on his knees he looked at sidney. he always had to be releasing some kind of nervous energy, standing on things he shouldn't be, jumping around like a monkey or just some other a.d.h.d. activity. bonus points if it actually annoyed someone. especially a jock or a teacher. he was rarely able to act serious about anything - even a heartfelt sentiment was grounds for joking around. truthfully heartfelt anything just made eddie nervous. he didn't really know how to respond so messing around made it easier to deal with. there didn't seem to be many people - outside of his fellow d&d dorks - that were on the munson bandwagon these days so it was a nice thing to hear. eddie was glad to have a friend like her even if he wasn't going to come out and say it. too much sap and he'd probably have an overload and start spazzing even more than normal.

[milkiigalaxii]

Engineer managed to shut down the electric fences so that she could jump over the fence safely without getting fried. Deborah managed to knock out a patrolling security personnel and put on their security armor. The great towers hovered over her along the pathways as she walked, its heavy cloud-shaped smokes dissipated into the night sky. The premise absent of any noises except for the industrial fans whirring and the liquid running through the maze of steel pipes. She successfully retrieved the data she wanted from the file room in the administration building without raising suspicion. Completed her objective, the sniper strode out of the building and back into the open again, her pace sped up a tad.

She was set on getting out of the chemical plant and returning to her team as soon as possible when, turning around the corner, she bumped into someone. Her dark eyes widened behind the amber visor, immediately recognizing the person before her.

@strdstd

[townofcadence]

Starter for @ama-tcra-su!

Hm. Where next?

The detective had asked for a few days on their last excursion, and he was more than happy to oblige. They needed time to go through all the information they had anyways, and to wait for new leads. This artifact Opal had requested his help with was turning out to be...trickier, than he hoped.

Still, at least he didn't have to worry much about anything. She'd financed the trip through her boss, setting him up as some kind of 'consultant'. Home was literally a hop, skip, and a jump away too, should he need to return for anything. His bag had most of his supplies, but there were a few things he could see himself going back for, should he need to, and as long as he was near a ley-line, he could easily find his way back and forth.

For now, he focused on the task at hand; he needed to check out at least a few places to at least narrow things down (and not put the detective in such needless danger again). Rural Japan was a bit harder to navigate since they didn't accommodate as much for English-speaking visitors on the signage, but he had maps and translators saved on his phone so he wouldn't need the internet to find them, and plenty of battery. It would be serviceable until he saw the detective next.

The next place he wanted to check was near the mountains-- it was a small spring near the base. It'd be a long walk though, without any roads for vehicles. He didn't mind, though the isolation of being so far from quick transport did leave him on edge, given last time. But still, he went.

The spring itself was beautiful, as was the town built around it. There was an unsettling feeling in the air the closer he got to the base of the mountain and the source of the waters themself, but there was nothing truly malignant about the place, either. As far as his senses seemed able to pick up, it was a tranquil place, but one laced in power. A held breath-- that was the best way to describe it.

Still, no sign of that special amulet artifact thing. He wasn't surprised; given the impulsive decision to venture here, if it had been a success he would've been floored. His luck just didn't work that way.

But at least he'd get to enjoy one thing from the trip. It was the perfect place for a break, before the long trek back to heavier civilization. It was serene, and there was a sweet scent in the air. The running water too, was a comforting sound, in a place that was-- kind of overwhelmingly not like home.

He found a space in the grass, and took out a water bottle from his bag. The sun was warm and the breeze was soft. He allowed himself a soft hum as he soaked it in. He'd head out in a few, then check another place. But just for a moment, it was nice to breathe and-- be a person, almost.

[offleashed]

@bloodrodeo | set & trent

It had been a long time since she'd seen another thing and didn't want to kill it right away.

Despite her rumbling stomach's protests, Set knew it would be wrong to harm such a majestic, beautiful animal. Especially when it seemed to be free. She stayed back, hidden behind the trunk of a large oak tree, watching the horse from a distance as it fed on some grass. The longer she observed it, the more she found herself smiling. It brought a sort of warmth to her heart that she'd missed; wandering out here in the forest, in the cold, with nothing but a t-shirt and some shorts on reminded her of a mortality she'd long forgotten.

She stuck a foot out, considering, daring to say hello to it. Maybe she'd even find a friend in it.

But footsteps approaching (either toward the animal or toward her, she wasn't sure) made her gasp, hand clasping over her mouth as she turned around fully, placing her back against the bark, closing in on herself. She stayed perfectly still until she felt something cold and wet dripping down her arm. Shit—she'd gashed her arm on a splintered-off piece of the tree. She'd let her guard down and now she was in trouble.

Don't do anything stupid, she begged of the human, feeling like she was seconds away from lunging first and feasting on whichever poor soul was on the other side of the tree.

[revengesworn]

Senju doesn't know much about Catalina at all. Honestly, coming here at all might've been a huge waste of time. But how could rumors about a real-life witch not catch her attention?

Her brothers probably think she's being childish, but who cares? It doesn't matter what they think. It's not like she's getting her hopes up about the magic being real - it just sounds like a fun way to pass the time, and Senju has always had a... strange fixation on the supernatural, to an extent. It's subdued, not even close to an obsession, but when she thinks about things like other worlds and strange powers, something in her seems to stir from deep within...

Well, either way, she's here now. Senju enters Catalina's shop with a skip in her step, her cheerful appearance clearly at odds with the image one would expect of a gang member.

"Ooooh, look at all this... this is getting kind of fun!"

@magurisu

[wisheswagered]

“Me? ...My name is Frederick Kreiburg. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

In spite of the greeting he gives, Frederick sounds rather indifferent as he introduces himself to Luca- though not quite to the point of being rude. He had, however, given the man a sharp glance upon seeing him for the first time - surprised by the prisoner’s garb he seems to be wearing in a way that has Frederick feeling slightly uneasy.

“I wasn’t expecting there to be quite so many people here. I take it that you too received an invitation like mine?”

@celestiialnotes ( starter for luca! )

[demon-slayer-kaiden]

@skepticxsm liked for a starter

“I have that hard drive you wanted.” Kaiden stood in the doorway. Holding the bag with said drive out for him to take. “I’d come in, but I don’t want to accidently fry any of your equipment.” She muttered.

[naive-petals]

@loliitacomplex liked for a starter!

“Kyoko-chan!” Rushing to the older girl Violet was careful not to push anything the other might have been holding as she quickly clung to the other from behind, her forehead resting against the others back. 

“You took longer than usual.” She was almost worried she’d be alone again, left in the dangers of the past along with the many different things Kyoko warned her about. Doing her best not to frown the girl continued smiling like there was nothing wrong before tilting her head to the side. “Was everything alright?”

[hxzelwallflower]

@oddlies liked for a starter ! ( For Dewin )  - - - - - -  ❝ Little early to be doing street performances is it ? You’ll catch a cold in these elements . ❞ He’d been there all morning , never once leaving his spot except to occasionally clear his station . Outdoor activities were far and few this time of year , but seeing as he’d been tolerating the wind chill this long it surprised her no one else had mentioned it . 

[theodorearsene]

for: @auroravandelli

location: outside of the Cinema

Theodore stepped out of the cinema and into the afternoon. The light sharp, cutting through the buildings. Stretching into long shadows in the sun. His visits with his sister always left him feeling raw in a way he couldn’t explain. His thoughts far away, contemplative as he rounded the corner. She caught his eye instantly, of course. Red hair against a pale world. But his gaze lingered, a few beats longer than it should have. She stood, not waiting but just existing in that restless way people do when they’re not sure what to do with themselves. The way her gaze flitted over the street wasn’t one of searching, but that of avoiding. He wasn’t really looking for a conversation but he couldn’t help walking towards her. A thread he couldn’t leave unraveled. An itch he needed to scratch.

He stopped a few paces away from her. “You’re waiting for something,” voice low and measured, smile tugging at his lips “or maybe you’re trying to convince yourself that you are:” He tilted his head, deciding if he should keep going or let his thoughts stay inside. “I’m sorry,” he added, “you just seem like you’re… holding your breath, and the anticipation is killing me.”

He stayed where he was, hands fidgeting in his pockets. “It’s not a bad thing,” he reassured her, voice calm as if they were old friends “you’re careful, I can see that. Maybe, too careful. Like you’ve learned the hard way to not trust the world. Are you waiting for it to disappoint you?” A feeling he knew so well it was almost impossible for him not to notice in others.

Finally, gathering the courage to catch her gaze — dark eyes steady but kind “I’m Theodore,” he offered “I don’t usually make a habit of reading people like this but.. you seemed like you needed someone to notice you, even if it’s for a moment.” It was true, he found it terribly uncouth to voice his psychoanalysis but this time he felt compelled.

[andessence]

@hehymns | starter call (accepting.)

The dark days are behind them. No more does Armand consign himself to crypts and catacombs. No more does he wield the authority of Satan as a weapon to beat back the questions and curiosities of his reformed coven about the mortal world. And yet he too often finds himself to still be a relic of a bygone era, not only out of touch with the modern Paris, but also with the centuries that came before, when he lived in her very heart, but saw nothing of her nature. A concerted effort to refamiliarize himself with that other, sunlit society has been necessary, at least so much as to glean from it the cultural touchstones that will draw in an audience to the young Théâtre des Vampires.

And when his own efforts falter or frustrate him, there is Nicolas, one of the youngest of their ranks, still 'of the times' in a vital way... and too broken for Armand to fear revealing his inadequacy to. What harm can the poor, mad thing do to him? Who among his company would take seriously a criticism of Armand's knowledge from these lips? Nicolas's condition has improved somewhat over a brief few years, but he simply has not accepted the Dark Gift with grace. He likely never will. Armand anticipates each moment another crisis in the flames — one not to be survived.

"Ah, Nicolas, come, if you would. Do you fancy a hunt?" Pretense, obviously, but he uses it to draw Nicolas far from the coven, to weave him through the streets as if on a mission, halting only and at last before the newest, most uncertain source of mortal turmoil - the captured Bastille. Its mass imposes deep, seemingly immovable shadows upon the nighttime street, and yet there is every day talk of its imminent destruction. His eyes soak up the scene at a glance and then turn to Nicolas, eager to see what reaction the upheaval provokes in a child of this age. "A passing malaise, do you think, or something more? Can it mean anything to our theatre?"

[paramoira]

@sungodded gets a random starter!

there was a certain peace of which encased the world in the dawn hours. dew still clung to blades of grass, streaks of color created prisms of reflections, and the ground still crunched under her feet as she breathed in the farm air. car door is closed quietly, phone left on the seat and ariadne seeking not to disturb the soft birdsong of nearby trees. it was nice, on weekend mornings such as this following a chaotic week of post mortems to be able to take the small drive to uncle nik's estate. there was no need to inform anyone of her presence, she'd held free reign of the estate since she was in her teens and ari was sure once those at the main house were awake someone would inform them of her presence if not simply due to the fact her car was present outside the stables. there's a few stable hands beginning their work on the far side, though she does not bother them, greeting her horse sherlock and brushing him out briefly before tacking him up.

it's still early when she mounts, starting out slowly on a path to warm him up before they veer onto a trail of the property. somewhere, within the recesses of her mind she's aware, perhaps, she should have informed someone of her route for as well as she knew the estate and as observant as she often was, some of the trails and fields tended to confuse her, especially when she neared property lines. still, when had sherlock or any other horse of the estate ever led her astray? if nothing else, they knew what direction to go to return to their food and she had the light of the sun as a directional guide. time quickly becomes relative as she allows the wind to find her hair, a kind of carefreeness washing over her has seemed to be lacking as of late given unexpected reunions and the fashion in which previously separate factions of her life suddenly felt as if they were melding together.

what the pathologist hadn't anticipated, however, was something to spook sherlock into rearing up, her subsequent tumble and the loudness of the horse's reaction transpiring too quickly for her to gather the details of the source. though, as her head hits the ground somewhere near the parietal ridge she thinks maybe she heard the rattle of a snake. her vision spots a few times, the blunt force of the fall causing her to possibly black out for a moment or two though she's unclear if such was the case or not. when ariadne's finally able to focus enough to see that her horse is still present, having stomped out whatever had scared him once he'd seen it coming toward her, she wonders aloud in her native turkish tongue.

'what gods did i manage to piss off this week, sherlock?' not that she has much experience with gods even if her work with the bprd has seemed to confirm at least an element of her belief that many of different pantheons existed. her comment had also been more of a joke than a true wonderment (then again, who knew these days?) of course, the dark horse with a brilliantly light mane can give her no answer other than to push her face with his nose. "you're a good boy, sherlock. thank you."

ariadne attempts to sit up, finds that while she's fairly certain she doesn't have a brain bleed or any life-threatening head injuries baring a likely concussion (at least it wasn't amnesia this time), the pain within her shoulder was another story-- dislocation, great. she lets her head fall back into the grass, the suns rays warming her skin as she faces it. perhaps it's not really a true prayer, and certainly not directed upon any specific god, yet she finds herself hopeful for help. not that she wouldn't manage on her own somehow, eventually, even if she'd have to pop her shoulder back into place somehow, maybe with the side of a tree? and here inlaid why uncle nik always told her to tell someone, anyone, before she went out for a ride.

[multimuseticles]

Starter for @wifeysaremylifey!

Rom had been looking for Red for a while now. She really needed some advice that nobody other than Red could give her. Not even her big sister Blanc could help with this. Ram certainly wouldn't be helpful. No, only Red.

"Oh! There she is!" She saw Red walking up ahead, so Rom rushed up to her. "M-Miss Red! I-I was wondering if you could maybe teach me to use wheelie shoes??"