#Icon Cred: heilos

[viviskull]

((Made some Lewis icons this morning the night after one of the production crew posted this the other night!))

[viviskull]

Vivi makes a slight effort to push some of her work to the side, although be a bit piling some of her paperwork into a messy stack as it gets wedged into a small corner of the table, to give her new lunch buddy some room at their little booth.  The worn green cushions give a light hiss of air upon the other slowly finding her seat across from the investigator.  “Ya have noooo idea how much this storm has been brewing over me all morning, Cher.”  She gives a light roll of her eyes in reply.  She shifts a little in her seat, leaning forward just a little with her crossed forearms pressing onto their wooden table. 

“All of this is just only a small chip of what I was able to get done before I got stumped on this lil section.”  She gestures towards some of the written symbols she had sketched out messily with the blunt end of her pen.  Some looked to be some type of square shapes, others were circles with diamonds drawn within them, or even confusingly… Triangles, with stars sprinkled in between (they all looked drawn incorrectly too)?  “I figured if I’m paying for our pizza?  Ya could help me with these angelic symbols some.”  As she speaks, she settles her chin upon the back of her knuckles.

“Speaking of which, do ya want pepperoni on your pizza by the way?  Or are ya more of a cheese person?”  She asks.  “Surf’s Up has enough variety, so ya don’t have to think too much on it.  They also do a seafood surprise if ya like chopped up fish too.”

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❝O-kay , sure go ahead . ❞

Always good to have a secondary opinion . In this case very much considering supernatural elements don't always mix well among non-believers . Food is hard to resist so naturally she'd jump the chance to eat somewhere whilst getting to know the other , or all she's been calling her "comic girl" .

Umbers skim the various pages laid out under her , a few symbols here and there , words that draw further curiosity and even more on account of where her pen ceased .

❝ Seems like you've been brainstorming . ❞

[viviskull]

@ama-tcra-su | Accepting

🧠 (vivi)

:3

[viviskull]

@hxzelwallflower | Accepting

you're like , an honest-to-god detective ? - For Vivi!

"Eh... Yeah, about as close as ya can get in the paranormal community, that is." She leans her elbows down upon the worn cashier countertop, giving the other an earnest chuckle under the woman's keen gaze. Vivi taps an idle set of fingers against her front desk, a bit eager to end her long shift from Tome Tomb (where often this old comic book store often drained her of her energy occasionally) when she liked to chat about her own side hustle on her off hours. But even then, given she couldn't turn away good business on such a slow day in August, the investigator gives the woman a gentle smile despite herself. As much as she wasn't used to it, it wasn't often she gotten folks who knew about her and where to find her in person.

"I'm guessing the police sent ya after turning ya down on your case?" She takes a shot in the dark and shoots. Often times if it wasn't the police trying to get a hold of her because someone was trying to report a ghost compliant, Vivi or her boys still had some experience dealing with the disturbed in person. "They're... not entirely useless when it comes to dealing with the dead, usually."

[viviskull]

“Should I call my ghostly husband over and let ya be the judge of that for yaself?”  Vivi lightly jokes with a hearty giggle.  With her arms practically spread over the backrest of the park bench the pair rested upon, she sits there quite relaxed beside the other with a stocking leg crossed over another.  Her scarf idly flicks its fluffy ends behind her.  “But yeah, when ya make a business banking on finding the paranormal, ya gotta have the right nose for it.” 

In that instant, she shifts her arms to settle behind her head, the investigator acting ever so casually even as the other excited pressed her for more information upon her night job.  “They live just like we do, but they just have a different lifestyle that can be a bit much for some.”  She says.  “We do have some werewolves for neighbors from where I’m from, too.  They’re just a bit more on the shy side given they were forced out of their homes a while back when me and my team had to bring them in due to their home gettin’... Well, ya could say they were chased out of it, so to speak.”  Vivi furrows her brows then, allowing her gaze to fall to the side as she tucked some loose hair behind an ear in that moment.

“It still took us a loooong time to find them a permanent home in Tempo when we had a ton of fosters we were taking care of, too.”  Her smile falters for a moment, only before she shook her head then.  Even then, as she directed her gaze back towards the fellow, the hearty joy of her smile creeped back up with an awkward tilt.  “But I can assume ya never heard of werecats either?”

Starter for @viviskull!

《🎸》 ⯮ ❝ So, you're telling me that things like ghosts & demons are real where you're from? ❞

Chai couldn't believe what he was hearing. Knowing that creatures from horror movies actually existed off of the island both scared & intrigued him.

❝ That's actually kinda awesome! Oh, have you ever seen werewolves before? ❞ ⯬ 《⚙️》

[viviskull]

@electricea : x

“Heh, gonna do just a straight up dive or a canon ball there, Vivi…?!”

With how the hot sun beat down hard upon her cool pale skin, Vivi was quite itching to dive into the chlorine filled water of the old public pool.  During one of her days off where she’d often hide inside her office wanting to sleep the day away at her desk, Tempo’s super out of date pool had been opened for the summer for its own townsfolk to enjoy during the hottest days of the year.  Not many people were coming to enjoy its cold waters, beyond maybe Lewis and Arthur’s family coming along on the pool outskirts to soak in some sun themselves.  Lewis’s young sisters were squirting each other with water guns, chasing each other in the water with their own made up game of tag while their parents just claimed themselves some lazy chairs to sleep upon.  Arthur’s short Uncle, Lance, were off to the side with Lewis, helping each other slap some sunscreen to their backs since they only just arrived a bit late to the party. 

“Hey, clear the way for me, noodlehead!!”  She exclaims with a laugh, jumping on each flipping foot that flopped against the warm concrete like her bare feet were popping on a frying pan in a constant march.  “Y’all get your bruising once we settle our pool noodle tie!”  The dame’s just warming up by taking a couple steps back for a running start, it seems, too.  And suddenly, with a yell–, “Geronimo!!”  The dame breaks out towards the pool in a short sprint. 

Plap, plap, plap!

SPLASH! 

With the wind rushing in her loose hair, with her glasses already abandoned to the shadows of a table umbrella, and as the short colorful blue and pink of her swimskirt flapping against her skin, in one giant leap she falls forward into the water in one classic belly flop!  The cold surrounding water jumps up and falls like rain at the big splash, showering upon the other as the woman sank to the pool’s bottom.

[viviskull]

((Made some more mystery icons because ma boi needed more love!!))

[viviskull]

"STRIP!" for Vivi (xsprxsso)

Meme | Still Accepting | @xsprxsso | Vivi

And already.. There goes off her hard plastic headband! Vivi tosses it with abandonment as it gets thrown to the mess of her bedcover. Lucky her! Her headband's her one saving grace to actually changing out of her comfortable outfit.

"Well now," she smiles then, "my head kinda needed a break from it anyway! It's a bit snug on the head more for my headaches own liking."

[viviskull]

“Technically, I will have to say yes and no.”  By neutral technicality he’s had more near death experiences than he could really count on two hands, but as much as his bad luck wanted him dead, he still had his own pure, silent spite to keep him alive at this point.  His friends did help to protect his butt a lot of the time of course, yet relying on his own flight instinct did him more good when he got doomed to get separated from the group on the frightful occasion, too.  For the moment, he at least had enough of his wits to allow the kid to prod his fleshy arm, Arthur couldn’t run off this time though.  “For being dead, no.  Yet have I gotten to know death more than I should, I’m as alive as they can be if you count the countless near death experiences I got?”  He stresses the countless with some regard, since he really couldn’t remember when he wasn’t in a bad life or death situation some days.

He does try super hard to avoid it on a week to week basis after all.  His memory wasn’t sometimes the best, but having a knee jerk reaction to tense at every little danger had to count for something.  Right?  Maybe it wasn’t a good thing to think about, but who cared about the deeper details though?

“But, eh..”  He pauses momentarily, slowly pulling his wrist from the kid’s grasp; having to shake it a little given they held onto it for a bit too long for his own comfort.  Arthur gives a light, stiff chuckle.  “.. That’d just be another story for another time.  But, uh..?”

His voice trails off for another instance of silence, more of him still feeling a tad shell shocked from this strange, off putting situation he had gotten himself into.  Perhaps he may’ve been correct about this kid being somewhere on the spectrum, since already his mistaken stuttering must’ve accidently been taken at its own face value.  Haba.  His own brain would want to correct him too if he’d happen to mishear himself in this interestingly unstructured conversation too.  People must get it wrong more if he had to guess.  Yet who could blame her, it was a unique name to behold really.  Her parents, or maybe her Dad, probably put some thought into it than he’d really know.

“.. Right.”  He’s slow to add another word to his prolonged string of words.  Better change the topic!  He’s still a bit rusty with being this social with a stranger like this, yet it seems he’s still a bit this slow with talking like he had been back in high school.  Some things just don’t change, but if it isn’t broken don’t fix it.  “Well, uh–,” he places his hands (and tightly grasped wrench) into his lap–, “is there any reason you wandered off from your friend, Haba?  If you’re thirsty, I can probably find you some water from the fridge if you need to wait around for them.”

viviskull​:

Through the lack of a better term, Arthur was kinda at a loss of words.  On a normal everyday basis, it was often always a strange occurrence for him whenever he had a kid walk up to him, let alone one who seemed to just appear out of the blue, for a strange knowhow chat.  This kid didn’t seem like a ghost by normal means, but their light-tone appearance didn’t look entirely human either.  If that strange headache he often got, whenever he happened to be around any mythical creatures, with the bizarre powers his Wife bestowed upon him (which, by the way, always happened involuntarily) meant any indicator of that?  He may as well be glad this young sprout didn’t appear to be a mean spirited vampire.  That or he could only hope his temples were only just aching due to whacking a crack into his skull; and thank Vivi his forehead wasn’t bleeding either.  Yet knowing his luck, he can never trust when life suddenly decided to throw him into the frying pan at random.

Maybe it’s best to play it safe.  At most, this kid’s probably got some autism or something of the sort.  If the familiar sort of literal language didn’t indicate that, maybe his own radar wasn’t too far off from it.  Only the spirits know he and his friends had waited a long time for their own diagnoses.  Any case though, he had at least something he could call upon if he needed to find some common ground with this little lass.

Blinking one more time, the cogs in this mechanic’s head finally start to turn into overdrive.  Many questions are threatening to choke him as he tries to find the words again to form a more concrete sentence.  Alright, still your nerves, Kingsmen.  Focus.  Already moving to sit up to better level his eye contact with the other, the little piece of cardboard he still sits upon gives a soft hiss the moment he pushes himself up with the help of his van to pull himself off the ground.  His vehicle gives a protesting squeak, but sits put up with his quick grip, too.  When man could trust one thing, a good machine always stayed loyal to whoever had its key.

If this was a kid without one of their parents?  Lance would so not let him work a shift alone again if he ignored an odd situation like this.  That or at most lose his music privileges for sure.

Finally, getting his tongue to cooperate with him again, Arthur says, “E-Eh, uh, yeah… only if I was a dead man, maybe.  However, I don’t think I’d be much use to anyone if they found me dead while trying to tighten one of this machine’s bolts.”  Alright, we’re throwing in a joke here that’ll totally fall flat on this child.  He grips the tool he’s holding into two hands now.  It’s a start with his customary icebreakers, but normally his husband was more decent at this sort of stuff.  “But, uh–,” he blanks for a second before their name comes back to him the next–, “Ha-Haba, what’s this about you being an outstanding sneaker?  If you can steal yourself a blanket from them alright, is there any reason Tí.. Tío Graf isn’t with you right now?”

For another second, he pauses for a moment.  His brain’s still trying to catch up with him, but when it’s going a million miles per hour to keep this child’s attention.. Wasn’t it proper manners to teach a kid to return mannerisms?  He still hasn’t returned his name.

In that instant, he offers a late, awkward smile.  It’s more nervous than anything, but instinctively he had to mirror the other’s; even when it wasn’t as sincere.  “Th.. The name’s Arthur by the way, Haba.”  He says.  “Most stick to Artie or Kingsmen if you don’t feel like learning the long tale of it.  You seem more like the explorer type, from the looks of it.”

"You only like being stuck when you are a dead man?," Haba tilts her head in confusion. "How do you know? Have you died before? Why aren't you still dead then? Death is a permanent fixture." 

Haba grabs Arthur's hand again. Arthur is warm like a mammal, a living one. And he has a pulse. Very not dead. 

"Are you undead?" 

Are there warm undead people? Ghosts can be warm... ish... But they are not physical, not like this. Vampires are room temperature. And neither of them has a pulse. Neither does a Wiedergänger, but those are mean and Haba is to avoid them at all cost. There is talk about resurection spells, but those come with hefty fines and the person brought back is not the person who died. Not worth it, everyone says. Haba squints her eyes and cooly takes the fidgety man in. He is nervously craddling an iron tool between his hands. Well, he doesn't look like he came back wrong. But then again, she does not know how he looked before dying. If he died before at all. This man may have made a joke. But it is better to take him seriously!

"Nu-uh, Haba, not Hahaba," Haba corrects matter of factly. "You asked me if I sneaked up on you. I just explained that I did not do so. Your senses are just bad. But I could sneak upon you if I wanted to! I am very good at it! Every snake can sneak! And I am a great one!" 

Haba huffs and crosses her arms: "I did not steal anything! First you say I sneaked upon you and now you tell me I stole! You really must think I am a bad person! It was a gift because I liked it! And why would Tío Graf be here? He's at home, of course, ordering drinks. Hmm... I think maybe drinking them now. It has been a little while since he ordered."

"Good..." Haba hesitates, looks outside to tell the time of day. "Night, Arthur. I am feeling like learning the long tale of it if you are willing to part with that information. I can be an explorer. But what is an explorer without knowledge? A conquistador!" Since Arthur has joked already, maybe his family is full of jokesters? Calling a kingsman Arthur is pretty silly. That would be like taking the name of the pope for a priest. But they do so. Maybe it is not a joke but just something that Haba cannot understand. Better be attentive then! Names and family are very important!

[viviskull]

@lambfated​ : x

ah, now this was a pleasant surprise…the lamb had not been expecting to hear such poignant words come from a complete and total stranger. looking up towards the other with a rather knowing expression, they nod, a clear gesture of reciprocation offered in response.

“we could not have said it better ourselves, stranger…”

“for we have always been drawn to the night sky. is it the same for you, as well?”

they are quite curious to hear her answer, now…after all, there is a familiar sort of energy in the way that she holds herself. perhaps the two of them might share more common ground, yet?

Although familiar this homey energy had been perceived, about the air it felt fickle with a strange, wavering interference that couldn’t exactly pin itself down; like a fuzzy, heavy set of static that was almost being muffled by thick cotton.  Soft as she may have outer appeared, this dame held herself with a self-reliant regard in her straighten stature, even if it seemed as a conscious choice or not on her part.  In her hands, a glimmering, lavender colored crystallite lit up the pale whites and blues of her features and wooly clothes, making her contrast against the dark shades of the night as she basked them both in the vibrant crystal’s light.  Vivi offers the little lamb a youthful smile, being a gentle distinction beneath the weighted posture she took to rest her back against the bark of an ancient looking weeping willow.  Perhaps weighed down by something much more, but the years haven’t seemed to have caught up with them just yet.

“I wouldn’t have said it better myself, with all the pals I’ve spent on these long midnights with, either.”  She answers back with a faint shrug of her slumped shoulders.  A light, cool breeze blows against them both, allowing a light pour of leafs to fly past them as the wind blows some of the azure hair out of the investigator’s face.  Autumn has always been the crispiest, when it came to hearing all the little critters scampering about the forest floor, when the cold air was just starting to settle in.  “There’s always been a bit of freedom in these late, quiet hours of the dark.  Normally I don’t find someone on my walks in this part of the forest to fill in the dull silence of the night though.”  With a slight tilt of her head, she looks the other down with a reflective inquisitive look that could match the lamb’s own.

One leg is crossed over another with the way she’s leaned against the tree’s trunk.  “Would ya like to entertain me a bit by accompanying me through the thick of these woods, if not for a lil chat, Wanderer?”  She asks.  “Ya seem like quite an interesting character to find yourselves in this side of the woods.  I don’t think I’ve met someone who’s been eager to travel this far, anyways.”

“The name’s Vivi, by the way.”  She offers out her free hand with the intent to shake theirs.  “What’s yours?”

[viviskull]

@makima-s-most-smile​ | Still Accepting

Rumours:

Arthur is like Donkey from Shrek, except without confidence. Normal, weird dude attracting unfathomable forces. Is Vivi the force or Lewis? Maybe both?

Shiromori hates chopsticks. Maybe because they are often made from bamboo? Or her big yaoi hands are just... uh... too big to hold them right. Reverb on the other hand eats with his hand on principle. Mushi fancies chopsticks looking like katana.

In all honestly?  Only one of them is really amused by all this.  Will they care to explain themselves?  Only if you bet their soul on it I suppose, hehe.

[viviskull]

MOUNTAIN DEW BAJA BLASTS YOU-

[viviskull]

Amongst the heavy machinery that hissed and screeched with its rusted gears to fill in the agonizing silence, not only did you pick up the unmistakable clicks of flat heels smack down against the tiled floor, a cheery voice of curiosity strongly pierced through the air as you opened this tiny door just ajar.  A soft tune followed ever near, but even from afar it was hard to pin down its heart strung words as you saw a flash of light leak into the cracks of your hiding spot.  If you weren’t mistaken?  You swore you heard a clear bark cut through the darkness, and maybe even the faintest jingles of a dog tag, too.  Still, from beneath the blinding light as it passed from your gapping door, a flash of eye straining strings of blues and crimson reds passed by from afar; if just so close from where you waited and listened.

With a faded yellow flashlight in hand, a pale white skinned stranger adorned with a vibrant blue sweater, a ribbon edged skirt, cyan stockings, and a dab of pink smacked in the middle confidently strolled on by the door.  Alongside with a long, faded scarf that trailed just behind her, a small white pooch with dashing brown marks was quick to follow after them.  “Mystery, come on!”  A hearty string of words came just a bit more clearer from the dame in blue.  “We shouldn’t be too far away now.  Ya shouldn’t be worrying too much, I’ve done my research on this ol’ place.  No one’s really come down in this darn factory in ages, and by the looks of it..”  

You heard the softest hisses of a hand brush against chipped concrete, then a hard pat quickly followed.  “.. This ol’ girl’s been untouched for a LONG time now.”

“Oh, I know, you’ve babbled all about it on the way here.”  Another foregin, yet a deep grumbling voice came to join in with a huff.  For a moment, you could vaguely catch the dog’s mouth moving to the grouchy words that snuck into your ear.  “But I’m not too sure it’s even safe for you to dive head first into.  My paws are already full making sure no spirit gets any funny ideas about getting near you.  Heck, my back’s been tense the second we walked into this d@#$ joint.”

“Oh, don’t be like that, Mystery.”  She chuckled back.  “We’re getting paid good money for this, ya know.  Besides, I’ve been quite curious about this ol’ piece of land myself.”  Hearing the flipping pages of a book being opened, and if you leaned out just for a peek.. you might just catch this stranger taking out a set of notes as you listened.  “It’s not usually we get an abandoned factory these days, especially for this case.”

“Are you even sure it hasn’t been visited by now, Vivi?  You’ve seen how much of the mess the front was.”

“Hey, I wouldn’t have brought you if that wasn’t the case, doof!”

“Alright, alright!  It better be worth the gas at least.”

@viviskull liked for a starter!

It wasn’t hard to tell if there was something that didn’t belong in the factory. After so many years of living there, trying to survive, you learned to pick up on all the little things— the way that the other monsters sounded when they roamed the halls, or the typical groaning of machinery that kept itself working even after all these years. This sound was not familiar. Not anymore, at least.

The sound, though it took a few moments to place, was distinctly human. Shoes echoing down empty corridors, like a long lost memory in his head. The living toy can’t help himself, he has to know what’s causing this. Besides, if it truly is a human... it’s better that he reaches them before anything else does.

Huggy, creeping quietly along an opposing hallway, goes for a door that he vaguely remembers connects the two together. A soft yellow hand takes the handle and pulls the door open, but the creature was so tall he couldn’t see yet! So he leans down, ever so slowly, to see if he could catch a glimpse of the stranger roaming the forgotten halls.

[viviskull]

@makima-s-most-smile​ | Accepting 

1. do you like your name ? do you know its origins ? if you chose your name, what made you choose it ? if you didn't choose it, would you change it if you could ? Shiromori

3. do you believe in having luck, or is it just chance ? Arthur

5. if you were offered free food / a free drink, but you didn't like what was being offered, would you still take it because it's free ? Lewis

15. do you have a green thumb, or do you stay away from plants ? Vivi

“城守... 善良さ, ugh.. My given name isn’t all that flattering, but it’s all I’ve really known since my last mentor had awaken me from my winter slumber.  I did not choose it, but no one’s gotten more creative to call me something better.  If not for my reputation over the centuries has been tied to it for so long, I don’t feel like creating something else that would better suit my current needs.”

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“Uhhh.. If the long living legend of my family’s ancestor hadn’t managed to stick around for this long?  I’d like to try and believe that we didn’t get cursed with so much bad luck if it meant Vivi’s could cancel mine out sometime.”

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“Unless I’m rather desperate?  No.  I’d like to not trigger myself into a sensory breakdown, thanks.”

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“I mean, if I have to keep my herbal supplies from doing down the drain?  I’ll save my cash and grow my own plants with a bit of magic, sure.  I know the basics.  If I need some pointers though, I have a free gardener for that.”

[viviskull]

@captainseamech​ | Accepting

"appease the monster" //how the tables have turned or something (unless you wanna do it for Mushi!)

Pain.  All you could feel was the afflicting torture of pain that clung to the inners of your frame and joints as the dark haze of your slumber had yanked you away from the state of your dreamless comfort.  A light buzz (had you been drugged, or was it the morning sickness from that last energon you had consumed?) made your mind spin without a means of stopping, your thoughts being thrown in a disarray at the assaulting smell of sea salt.  If you could smell sea salt, the sound of the hissing ocean waves didn’t sound too far from where you’ve been laid; yet the ground felt rough and jagged against the hardness of your protective shell.  Your limbs felt strangely heavy, your senses feeling dull from whatever you last drank, it seemed.

Yet, with the faint surge of adrenaline that now coursed through your system, you were acutely aware of the muted murmurs that scratched against the closest of your audio receptors; maybe too indecipherable, yet all the same it appeared you weren’t alone from the way the shadows moved about from the corners of your vision.  It took effort to move your head, it feeling more like an impossible task now upon the flat of your back, at least until you heard the startling, painful moan echo from your right.  The instinct to move then felt more urgent in your limbs then, but the quick rattle of chains quickly resist against your attempts to get up.

Where the hell were you?

Not only were you not alone?  You weren’t the only one of these dangerous circumstances.  To make it worse, you’d be slow to realize, you caught the familiar sight of azure and royal blues from the edges of your vision. 

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Had being knocked out more than once?  You’d think she’d get used to getting kidnapped under these strange circumstances the moment she decided to take a walk out of town on her own.  Monsters were the usual for her, taking her for their own fancy before letting her go maybe.  However, waking up to the sight of chalk drawn runes, with a circle no less to enclose her and a blue companion she could make out under the dim light of the lit torches that surrounded them, Vivi found herself seated upon a lifted makeshift throne of pine and sticks.  It supported her burdening weight and the hard twine poked harshly into the white silky robes of her back.  Had they been on the edge of a looking cliffside?  She couldn’t tell much, not at least while her head still ached with an odd rhythm to it.

Unlike you, she hadn’t been chained down it seemed.

“.. H-Huh?”  A hand rises to grab at the hard bleeding of her temples.  White and gold stained the bleakness of her dirtied hair.  “What the bloody ‘ell?”

[viviskull]

@goldenxglyphs​

"Did you make that arm yourself? It looks pretty well made" - Hunter to Arthur

“What, this rusty tincan?”  Instinctively his metal fingers flex into a makeshift fist as he generally felt the teenager poke at his metal prosthetic with an air of curiosity.  Arthur didn’t seem too offended from the way he offers the guard a light smile, he more or less seemed like he expected to be asked this sooner or later into their slowly building companionship.  “This arm was made a few years ago when I lost half of my arm to uh... Well, it was lost to an accident with a... chainsaw, as you can see.”

He gives the other a slight shrug as he spoke.  “I had to make it if I was going to keep working in the tech industry.  In my world, its slightly rougher getting a job if you don’t have two working hands for it.  Heh..”