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[viviskull]

@amaterasu-cmikami : x

She lay splayed out on the ground like a giant carpet, her white fur following the windswept ripples of the open field. Rooting herself into the blanket of grass is the most preferable way to put the Mind at ease, her heart at sync with the gentle breath from the breeze. Of course, the Earth instinctively embraced the Holy Light; Holy Mother by peeking betwixt the soil, a lush bed reaching higher until they made contact with sunlit tufts. The air was ripe with cold moisture, settling down tenderly on the ōkami's lungs. The fresh smell of flora and soil also aided in her sleepwake, rivers of red strokes in sync with her pulse. . . . If this could go any longer, she might have drifted off into the bodiless realm. But, unfortunately, a certain someone had other plans in mind, which was made absolutely clear from how he decided to take a chomp of her cheek. His maw has caught a mouthful of her fur, sinking in easily. The sudden intrusion had snapped her out of her focus, jolting back into the material realm– much to her slight dismay. Yet, the eldin god is not fazed one bit despite the surprise, eyes still hooded.

Gaze turned towards the culprit, Amaterasu's nostrils exhaled a low huff before opening her mouth a little towards him, not to return the bite but to gently discourage the fellow kitsune into biting more.

Despite her idle warning, where the fancy lady could easily chomp down onto his entire head given her entire sheer being she accumulated and molded over the infinite eons, the (in comparison) youthful kitsune lets out a high pitched chatter in response; albeit muffled into the other’s fluffy pelt.  Out in the open of this sunny, grassy field, where there's hardly even a human to detect in this secluded part near the mountains, Mystery had been more free to disregard his small canine in favor of his more comfortable, freeing form.  Seven many black tipped tails happily wag behind him in unison, with a lazy droop of his ears indicating his relaxed carefree energy.

Too long now he’s waited, now allowed to roam free far away from his designated charge, where his dear, great-great-great-great-great… (so on and so forth down the many generations that he’s lost count since his winter wife’s departure) granddaughter, left him to his own devices, where he could escape the desert side for a little while.  On his own, with so little time to wander and enjoy the cool breezes upon his white furs, Mystery had to make use of what minuscule time he had; and that was to bother some of the few others of his kind that still remained, unbothered by time now that most of humanity had lost interest in hunting their kin to near extinction (well… mostly).  His mind was only starting to fray upon the old names of friends and family… But for now, as much as he wasn’t close anywhere near to letting his flame die out yet, Amaterasu had been his closest target to play with that very afternoon.  He’d only known her for a short while, but a demi-god had to find friends somewhere.

Jumping back when his echoing “barks” barely made the Holy Light budge by only an inch?  He lets out a yip with a little snip of his jaws, only to have a rapid series of ack-ack-ack followed after shot in his companion’s direction.  He walks back on his back legs for a moment… And out of habit he bows and stretches out his front, lowering himself like a dog trying to initiate a set of mischievous playing.  Mystery squints a little in that instant.  His eyes dart to the wide open field ahead, then right back to meet the other’s gaze.  He did not have to say much when he still remembered most of his kin’s language in its silent form.

‘What?  Are you not even going to indulge in a small game of chase for an old friend, huh?’

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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 . ❞

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

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@ama-tcra-su | Accepting

🧠 (vivi)

:3

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“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?”

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《🎸》 ⯮ ❝ 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]

@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."

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@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.

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

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“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.”

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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!

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MOUNTAIN DEW BAJA BLASTS YOU-

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Where does your anger lurk?

in your heart.

old grudges and stinging tears. the feeling of betrayed love aching, turning hollow like a decaying stump, rotting... a hole in your chest where love once resided.

in your fists.

holes in the drywall, no recollection of how it got there. coming down from a haze of red... there's blood on your palm, dripping from bruised knuckles. blinding rage. pulse quickens, mind goes furiously blank.

in your voice.

screams. accusations, demanding the guilty repent for how they've wounded you. words tremble. the tongue is a weapon when scorned, and yours is sharper than any blade

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“Vivi, no”

Sips on her soda louder.  What, can’t a lady drink her soda in peace?  That and watching one of her boys suffer?

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“Hey, HEY!  Don’t you even DARE think about it!”

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“.. If anyone makes any funny business with my granddaughter, I’m freezing over this entire town until that full moon’s gone!  This gen pool just can’t get enough of these monsters, can it?”

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What color is your aura?

Coral

inspirational quotes, macarons, buttons, jellyfish, morganite stones, reefs, glasses of rosé. your essence is coral: you wild-hearted and rooted deeply in yourself. you follow your instincts; others find you ambitious and headstrong, yet playful, so long as they do not try to direct you. your aspirations are for wealth and the high life. you are the soloist. you are the diva. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of fire, bronze, apricot, and blush, who share your drive in life. you are also drawn to the introspective seafoam and honeysuckle, who will help you grow and ground yourself in practicality. however, you may struggle to get along with the direct personalities of pearl and periwinkle who are too forceful and philosophical.

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Tagging: ragdolls into the floor and explodes

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Looks gleefully to the left.  Looks to the right.  It appears no one else was awake right now.

In seconds, this stupid hand pulls out a gun.  “Gueessss who’s running this damn joint tonight, fellas?”