#STATUS ✧ ☾ feeling hungry but besides that… ☽

[stellarcuriosity]

Starburst... did have plans for the night, however, she surely could not remember them now. After partaking on her 'human culture' exploration (browsing the internet) , she has discovered a game created on a platform called 'Roblox' titled 'Be a Silly Seal.'

So she has decided to do just that. She has been playing 'Be a Silly Seal' several hours now, and does not seem intent on stopping any time soon. Hopefully this will not result in her screen time being limited.

Seals.

[illumins]

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄

「𝑺𝒘𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈」

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𝘼𝙡𝙘𝙖𝙯𝙖𝙧, 𝙖 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙗, 𝙨𝙖𝙩 𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙎𝙚𝙤𝙪𝙡. Its neon sign that illuminated the night in red sat high up. Luring customers of different backgrounds into its enclosed walls infumed by cologne, perfume, alcohol, and smoke.  It knew how to sell itself in the best possible way, owning the vintage but ‘somptueux’ lifestyle of the rich to the poor and able. It's where you went to feel status when the world left you without a name. It cradled the hungry and broken, feeding them the delusions of a madman from the devil.

‘I crawl to you like a widow’

‘Lost in death and in poison’

Elle stood high up on a stage made of oak wood overlooking the crowd below her; singing melodiously. Her hands and arms moved in smooth motions like a cobra to the tune of a flute. She shimmered against the limelight as all else was blanketed in dim yellow light. A golden mirage she was, an angel that drove on temptation. As her eyes scoured the club and its habitués she made sure to keep her true facade in its subtlety. For tonight she was ‘Vivi’, a singer picked up from the poor town of Cheouju and given a chance to steal the floor. She wasn’t sure if it was the lie or the pout of her lips as she clung to the organizer of Alcazar that sold it. But when she heard him sigh and lean into her slumped body against his, she knew she’d have to give the best performance. So here she stands with the charlatans of Seoul and made sure every note, move and look made for a story she never lived. 

The club has two floors, the one below which hosts the common folk and their needs of performance and drinks. While the floor above held those who paid a little more for sin. Elle has been to both floors when out of sight. But never has gone to the upper two floors above the club which homed the owners of the place. ‘No place for a girl like you,’ one of the dancers had taunted in her ear when she was caught staring at the hidden elevator at the back of the club. She could never reach it due to the bouncers who stood at the entrance of its hallway. When Elle turned to the beautiful fake blonde beside her and asked, ‘Have you been there?’. The woman just winked, lifting her index finger to her lips as she let out a giddy laugh. 

Yet, although curiosity bit at her, she pushed away the thought of going to the remaining two floors. As it wasn’t her reason to be here, instead it was a young man. One she never had met or spoken to, but assigned to kill. A life for a life, as her leader had put it. She could still feel the strong grasp of Suho’s hand around her neck. How his words only showed spite against her as he warned her of her last chance. It caused her to shudder. 

Down below she watched for any suspicious figures. Any that stood out from the usual dapper drunk men or all the dressed-out women in jewels. Some held cigarettes that let out swirls of smoke, while others sat in booths inhaling from the same colorful bongs that were imported from India. One booth hosted a man who shared drinks with a woman as he shared words to swoon her off her feet. Another held a group of women, two of which were snuggled into each other's sides. One of the two nibbled at the skin of the other as she played with her lover's cotton scarf. And at the far back, near the mystery hallway and its elevator, was a VIP area open for others to watch but not enter. There, ‘private workers’ as Alcazar calls them, work only for those within that area. Those who did not work in the VIP zone weren’t allowed to speak to them. Elle had tried but was pushed away from trying when she received deathly glares from them. So she let it go. My job doesn’t require me to care about what happens here. I just need to find him. 

And from afar, as she sang the words of the blues, an uproar erupted from the open bar at the far left. A hefty tall man wearing a navy blue pantsuit slammed his pint of beer, shattering into small pieces of glass. He hovered over a petite-semi build young man who leaned back with amusement in his eyes. 

The big man spat each word, “How do you know of me?!”

The boy who too well reminded Elle of a fox picked up a shot with a drink left untouched. Gulping it down, wincing as the liquor burned through walls of skin, he simply stated, “The card on your left pocket gave it away, um-” he leaned in slightly “- Mr. Levi it is.”

In swift motions, the burly man who Elle has come to know as Mr.Levi, held the young man by his neatly ironed black collar. He shook him like a rag doll and all the boy could do is hold onto his attackers’ grasp. Then, with full force, he threw the boy against the edge of the island’s bar. 

The club went quiet. Heads turn, whispers that almost resemble the flutters of a butterflies wing.

Slowly straightening himself, one arm stretched out over the counter, the other waving over the bartender. “A Rosalia please,” he murmured to him. The bartender nodded his head furiously and from below the counter, he prepared the drink.

The young man let his fingers roam over the disheveled collar and straightened it. He wore a button up and pants of the same black and a blazer of maroon. His black hair had nicely sat parted on the side but now small strands have fallen forward. He fixed that too; pulling his blazer down and then rolling his sleeves up. Clearing his throat he slightly turned, nodded at the bartender, took his crimson drink and gulped it. “Where was I?”

Mr. Levi, and now four men who emerged from the booths far away, stood behind him. It looked like a pack of dogs ready to off the mut that dared walk their territory. “Don’t get playful with me.” 

Their faces stood inches apart, but the fox stood on its ground, a smile to go along with it.

“You’re not the type that I tend to play with, sorry.” He then whispered this for the two to hear but Elle could pick up the sound of a pin from a mile away. “But I did hear you smuggle Vampires from their sectors. Am I wrong?” The young man gave a wink as a final. It’s him, Elle’s heart beated.

Mr.Levi, with stinging anger yelled as he swung at the black fox but was only stopped as it was caught. With one hand wrapped around the first, the young man looked up at Mr. Levi and his lackeys with blazing eyes and clenched teeth. 

“I prefer the method of negotiation, but I’m in a hurry-” He was caught off by one of the four men coming at him as they swung a fist. Mr. Levi was let go off and rubbed his knuckles as he watched the young man swerve from every possible hit.

“You fight like one of the street rats,” Mr. Levi spat.

In one of the throws, instead of dodging, the black fox caught the man's wrist, twisted it and held onto his back. Looking up with a wicked and proud smile he agreed, “Born and raised.”

Mr.Levi tsk’s at the boy's response and calls off his man. “Who sent you?”

Getting a breather, the young man then sighs and pulls a small envelope from inside his blazer. Handing it to the big man, he awaited for a response. As he waited he scanned his surroundings, reminding himself he had an audience. And amongst the audience was a woman in gold on stage with eyes staring at him. Like instinct, he winks at her and she turns red but instead of the regular flattered eyes he got, she narrowed her gaze into a glare.

“Minji hmm…” Mr. Levi dabbled with the thought in his head.

Before he could say more, the young man interrupted him, “Yes, so you can help me then?”

The man stood in silence, analyzing the black fox up and down. One more look and he scoffs, “Sure, but I’ll talk to Minji for not telling me about one of our new customers.” Reaching out for the boy's shoulder he asks, “So what’s your name?”

The young man looked around again and saw some eyes still held to the two of them, “I don’t think it's the time for me to say it,” he hints at those around.

Mr. Levi moves his head from left to the right and notices, “I guess you’re right.”

Grabbing his fine dark green coat, Mr. Levi points towards the entrance of Alcazar, “Let’s go then.” The young man nodded and led first to the entrance. No! Elle looked down below to a table which hosted a couple. Seeing the man's glass of scotch in hand, Elle quickly got off stage and snagged the drink, “Sorry, I need this real quick.” 

Eyeing one of the men following Mr. Levi she throws the glass across the room, shattering against the man's skull. In alert, the smuggler looked back and saw the once known singer, standing nearer than before. Her hand dripped in scotch as her gold dress shimmered against the light. Elle stayed in her spot, awaiting what the man's next move was. Whatever it is, I can’t let that one get away. She glanced at the black fox and saw how his eyes widened in shock, studying the scene before him. 

Mr. Levi let out a bitter laugh before pointing at the two, “Shit, I get it now.” He rubbed his chin that was covered in thick stubble. “You’re both spies. Which Sector sent you huh?”

Immediately the black fox spoke in a desperate tone, “Wait no no no. I don’t even know her.”

“Shut it!” Mr. Levi demanded as he pointed at him.

“Mr. Levi, I promise you-”

“I said shut it boy! You want your stupid little information. The list? Come and get it.” Mr. Levi then let out a whistle and immediately the men began to attack.

The one who got hit by the alcoholic drink stayed down, good, buys me time. One of the three men turned and headed towards Elle. Grabbing the sides of her dress she watched steadily as he came at her with a military knife, a glint that reflected across the blade. He lunged forward and she turned to her side as the knife passed her nose. Seeing his arm extended out, she quickly grabbed it and bit down on his flesh. The man yelped but brought his free hand to grab onto her hair. She grunted as she kept her bite steady and stronger; her head being pulled back as he tried to rip her away. Blood of a Vampire tastes like sewer water. Not being able to hold in the taste she lets go, blood now trickling down her mouth and jaw. With his grasp still on her hair, he pulled her against the open bar as he held the knife against her throat. Elle, with one hand pushing the knife away, with the other free tried searching for some type of weapon around her. When her hands graze the ridges of a design glass cup, she quickly grabs it and shatters the cup within her fist. Now palms bloodied and pierced by small pieces of glass. She grabbed a bigger piece with a large sharp edge and brought it to the man's throat. She watched as his eyes widened as she dug the piece of glass deeper and deeper. Not until he let out his last breath and her hair loose tension, did she let him slump beneath her. Through adrenaline she didn't notice the frantic wavering bodies of the customers. They yelled and ran for the entryway or out through the back by going into the kitchen. But Elle focused back to what really mattered.

Two remain, Elle counted aside for Mr. Levi. 

Having been busy with her first attacker, she didn't notice her target also fighting off the two men. They swung furiously, one even found an opening and grabbed the black fox by the throat. He jerked in his grasp, hitting down hard in the arm of the man that held his throat in constraint. One last blow and he was set loose. Between the small seconds, he took advantage and slammed his head against the man causing him to stagger back. Then he bent, wrapped his arms around his waist, lifted him and slammed him against the hard rounded wooden tables.  The black fox heaved but soon was slammed to the floor by the remaining lackie. The two fought to gain power but it was one they couldn’t succeed in. 

Elle watched Mr. Levi watched in anger as his men were taken down one by one. “I don’t pay you boys to embarrass me. Kill the damn rat!” he snarled. 

Her eyes turned away from the angered and troubled face down to where a gun sat on his waist tucked inside his pants. Fuck it. Forgetting her red right hand, she snatched the weapon from the man and held it up. At the sound of his gun being cocked, he turned around and faced her. His eyes showed annoyance and unamusement.

“What are you going to do? Kill me?”

She remained steady. Her eyes sometimes fell on the young man who struggled keeping up with the fight. But quickly focused on the tall man before her. 

“If you do you’ll just earn more enemies than you can count Miss-” he looked at the stage where a poster of her hung, “- ‘Vivi’. How about I make you a deal?”

I just need to get him and I can get away. She rationalized with herself as she looked back towards her target. Okay...just make it quick.

“So what do you say?” Mr. Levi inquired, “A deal for your life?”

Steadying her breath, she aimed. “No.”

Bang! A trickle of blood trailed from his forehead down to his brow, nose, and lip. 

Then she turned and aimed at the last man who hovered over her target again. Bang! Bang! Two shots made to the neck and heart. The man fell onto the black fox and screams erupted again within the walls of Alcazar. Not wasting a minute, Elle sped up to the young man and grabbed his arm. Pulling him up she saw how he towered over. Blood splatter on his face and neck, busted red lip and brow, and eyes that screamed of tiredness but craved for the wild. 

“We have to go before they wake up,” Elle stated and he nodded.

Vampire… She recognized as the blood from his split brow revealed his true nature. 

They ran out of the chaotic club as more of its customers pushed past the two. The night held its heavy fog as lights of colors caused the streets to glow. Cars zoomed and honked as they passed, voices from telemarketers along with music blasted throughout. As they created more distance from Alcazar the calmer the atmosphere showed. Elles gold dress began to look out of place as women now wore regular clothes. They had made a turn into a neighborhood and left the party behind. 

Once they found an alleyway, they stopped and looked around to make sure they weren’t followed. The neighborhood slanted down, so houses and apartments sat next to each other slightly tilted up. Greenery grew wherever it could and posts with long cables ran across above them. Quietness. She said to herself as cicadas now sing the night's tune. The young man next to her stood beside her looking around as well. Now for what I came here to do. 

Grabbing onto her dress again, Elle briskly kneed him in the stomach causing him to topple over. 

“What the hell…” he grunted through pressed breaths.

She remained quiet as she held his face with one hand and forced him to look at her. 

“By Nightworld law you broke Rule 12 and are sentenced to trial,” Elle recited.

The man smiled between squeezed cheeks, “By what Sector?”

“Sector 3.”

“Ah, the Nightcrawlers. How’s Baekhyun by the way? I heard he-” His words fell apart as Elle kicked him in the stomach.

I knew it. Weak like a lamb. 

He gulped breaths of air like a fish out of the sea. Coughing once his lungs were filled. And she again held his face, nails digging into his cheeks.

“Not people of death I see. Although the irony is cheap.” Hearing him caused her body to boil. His life for my freedom. 

It didn’t take much for the young man to come to realize what was coming. Her words were steady but her eyes showed desperation. Between her grip he scoffed, “You’re not taking me trial are you.”

Their eyes stayed glued to one another. Not exchanging words but just memorizing who stood between each other's paths. Before kneeling down and letting her bloodied and torn right hand roam around his neck, she muttered, “May you find peace in the dark.”

As she opened her hands wide around his neck, the man reached for it and let his thumb dig the small pieces of glass into her palms. She yelped and pushed away but he used his other free hand to grab her wrist. Now having a hold of her, he pushed her back until her body hit the wall of a neighboring home. He held her hands above her head and made sure his thumb hovered over the glass pieces.

“I know you noticed the slow healing and therefore think I’m weak,” his words came with venom, “But I know you’ve lost a lot of blood and I’ve been doing ‘this’ longer than you think.” 

“Let go of me,” she snarled. Her eyes glowered, face now covered by her fallen messy hair. 

Instead, he pushed down on another shattered piece and she held in a tear. Lips pursed and heavy breaths.

“I don’t have time to play charming with you. You just shot my only lead and when he wakes up I’ll have to explain to Taeyong why I have gained him another enemy. So start talking or I’ll make sure to make you his distraction.” 

Elle watched him through bitter eyes, blood now trickling over his eyelid but he never wavered. 

Fine. “I was assigned to kill you.”

“I know that, but why?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know.”

The man pushed another and she let out a shuddering breath. “Talk.”

“Fo-for killing our two boys.”

He stayed quiet, looking at her face in hopes her lies would show. But only distressed and anguished emerged. 

Elle looked up and saw him contemplate with his thoughts. When moments passed he then nodded to himself and sighed. 

“Fair.”

“Good. Then let go of me.”

He looked up at her and raised a brow, “I said fair, doesn’t mean I’m a fool.”

From frustration she jolted against his grasp but he kept her pinned. 

“No no no, I got a deal to make with you.”

“Rot in hell.”

“Not yet but I’m sure there's a spot reserved,” he let out a witty smile but soon it fell back to a darker facade. “Now you listen. You want to walk me through those streets of yours Nightcrawler, then you’re going to have to do me a favor.”

“And what’s that?”

“I’m looking for someone, to bring them back home.”

“How would I know you won’t back out of the deal?”

He sighs, “I can have a witch bind us, and once I’m dead you’re left to yourself.”

She stayed silent, the thought of him coming willingly helped. But Suho always preferred faster results. 

“So?”

I just need to find him the person and we’ll be on our way. Through tired breaths she nods, “Fine.”

“Good.” Letting go of her, he backs away. 

Elle grabbed her bloodied hand and noticed how the glass was no longer clear but coated in red. Her hand burned and stinged like a thousand needles. In her view, a hand pops up and holds a black cloth. Looking up she saw the man nod at the thing, “Well take it. I don’t want you passing out on me.”

She takes the cloth from his hand as she glared, this wasn’t supposed to be this hard.

“Na Jaemin by the way.”

“Huh?”

“My name is Jaemin.”

She nodded and looked down at her injured hand. Wrapping the cloth around and tightening a small bowe she introduced herself.

“I’m Elle.”

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[stellarcuriosity]

Starburst is purrrrring very loudly and her talons are scritching in a manner similar to a kitten's paws kneading. She is staring at you with intent..... She wants to cuddle. Will you indulge the beast and give her scritches?

[stellarcuriosity]

"I found a Child's toy that looks a lot like me, and shows an equal amount of desires to bite! So, I edited it. It looks like me now! Go on, stick your digits in my mouth and press down one of my teeth, I will not bite you, I promise!"

[stellarcuriosity]

"In case anyone is wondering." She was absolutely certain that someone out there would be curious, she was very interesting after all. "Waffles are very good. They are like pancakes, but have a slight crunch to them!! Plus, they have the pleasant little holes for filling! What more can one ask for?"

She let out a small, metallic cough.

"However, waffles... may be fighting back.... Feisty break-fast food... urk..."

[stellarcuriosity]

Starburst is grumbling to herself, her tail is lashing irritably, and her EM field is RADIATING an irritable energy. Its talons are making a scratching and scraping from where it sits, and eventually it growls.

"I know I have not been around for as many years as most, but I am not a baby. Even if I'm small- I am still as grown as I can be! I'm not- ughh!"

Static fizzled along her tail as she gave it a very loud THWACK! against the ground, and she threw her head back.

"I am not a baby!!"

[stellarcuriosity]

She's feeling a bit giddy, and maybe her ego is slightly inflated with seeing the "cool internet number" go up, and she's got messages! Perhaps she should have tried this on-line communication sooner...

(( cries and weeps hello to the new followers from SOMEONE'S post, and also to the folks who followed me on day one!! i am very excited to interact with you (and have been enjoying the ones that have already started) I'm going to tackle the 'character thoughts' ask prompt tomorrow after work, but thank u for those who have submitted!! im gonna #LOCKIN and get thinking about starbursts thoughts on all of you guys!!!! <333 thank u for the support im rlly excited 2 be here heehoo. ))

[stellarcuriosity]

Starburst carefully, quietly places a hand-painted sign upon the door to her room in the Autobot base. The sign is covered with glitter and stickers. It reads a very simple phrase-

"Gone Fishin'"

After this has been done, she ducks back into her room and locks the door behind her, and you can hear the sound of fishing based mini-games being played. All at the same time.

[stellarcuriosity]

Shhh... Starburst is sleeping.... Taking a little nap.... Don't be too loud okay....

[stellarcuriosity]

She is taking it easy tonight- she went a little crazy on day one of the Robo Rave, so Starburst has opted to linger on the side of the party in root mode, nodding her head to the music and sipping on some energon. She's got a couple of glowsticks hanging around her neck and she seems to have decorated herself in black-light reactive paint.

She's having a fun humming along to whatever nonsense gets put on by the DJ.

[stellarcuriosity]

"I have done some... browsing. Mmmhr." She warbles, to herself? To anyone who will listen.

"The humans have created a verrrrry strange feature on-line. 'Door Dash.' It seems, that someone will dash to your door with food. Food for eatings, hrrbrbrbr..." She thinks about the implications of this, quietly. Carefully.

"Now I know- I know I cannot eat human foods, however. HOWEVER. What if, this dashing-of-doors brings me energon? A treat, since I am not allowed to cannot eat pizza. Sad!"

She is hungry and scrolling online. Such is the life of a robot who cannot be in disguise.

[stellarcuriosity]

"Bleh... what a day...."

Starburst flops down in a tired, Predacon heap. She let out a quiet little warble and prolonged exvent.

"So many feelings were shared... Hopefully no one heard... Mrrr..."

She could use a cuddle or... nay, she shan't say. She's already implied too much today.

[stellarcuriosity]

Tag List

STARBURST ✧ ☾ rewrite your stars and be brave instead ☽ SUPERNOVA ✧ ☾ entropy increasing how long before i'm dust? ☽ SN-304 ✧ ☾ but only it seems when there's darkness in me ☽

RATCHET ✧ ☾well i’m alright if you’re alright and i’m okay if you’re okay ☽ AUTOBOTMEDIC ✧ ☾ i’ll be the one to hold onto you tight and be your guiding light ☽ OPTIMUS PRIME ✧ ☾ cause i think you’re so good and i’m nothing like you ☽ ATLAS-ORDAINED ✧ ☾ it’s alright cause there’s beauty in the breakdown ☽ PREDAKING ✧ ☾ you are the dawn screaming to the dark and silent night ☽ BUMBLEBEE ✧ ☾ she said ooh ooh shut up and dance with me ☽ GRIMLOCK ✧ ☾ think of me when you’re out when you’re out there ☽ SHOCKWAVE ✧ ☾ just a thing to play and then throw away ☽ AUTOBOTS ✧ ☾ when others blocked your light you learned to see beyond the stars ☽ DECEPTICONS ✧ ☾ because the night will never give you what you want ☽ PREDACONS ✧ ☾ there is nowhere for you to hide a hunter's moon is shinin’ ☽

PREDAKING/STARBURST ✧ ☾ but you’re all it takes for me to break a promise ☽ BUMBLEBEE/STARBURST ✧ ☾ oh oh she wants me to be loved ☽ GRIMLOCK/STARBURST ✧ ☾ as charming as we are we are nothing but pretty trash ☽

V: MAIN | PRE SERIES ✧ ☾ prehistoric predator ☽ V: MAIN | DURING SERIES ✧ ☾ undercooked experiment ☽ V: MAIN | POST SERIES✧ ☾ inquisitive explorer ☽ V: DECEPTICON ✧ ☾ unwilling scrapper ☽ V: SG ✧ ☾ autobot menace ☽ V: SG ✧ ☾ predacon queen ☽ V: TFONE ✧ ☾ energon aficionado ☽ V: RBA ✧ ☾ artistic adjunct ☽ V: G1 ✧ ☾ turncoat dragonbot ☽

IC ✧ ☾ on the hunt! ☽ OOC ✧ ☾ taking a snooze… ☽ SHENANIGANS ✧ ☾ are you gonna eat that? ☽ DASH COMMENTARY ✧ ☾ it kinda smells in here. ☽ CURIOSITIES ✧ ☾ yeah i tend to know a thing or two. ☽ SUBMISSIONS ✧ ☾ ooh you shouldn't have! ☽ PROMPTS ✧ ☾ inspiration in all forms! ☽ OPEN ✧ ☾ come on let's play!! ☽ REPLY ✧ ☾ things are better done together. ☽ MEDIA ✧ ☾ such sights and sounds. ☽ AESTHETICS ✧ ☾ the world is wonderful! ☽ SAVED ✧ ☾ i'll keep it safe and sound i promise. ☽ HEADCANON ✧ ☾ as sure as the stars in the sky. ☽ STATUS ✧ ☾ feeling hungry but besides that… ☽ ANONYMOUS ✧ ☾ is that a scraplet? ☽ MY ART ✧ ☾ this piece looks familiar… ☽ FRIEND ART ✧ ☾ i take a bite. mmm yummy. ☽ PROMO ✧ ☾ send it to the moon! ☽ NAVIGATION ✧ ☾ so much to explore! ☽ ACTIVITIES ✧ ☾ i could stay up all night... ☽ LORE ✧ ☾ a beast of myth and legend ☽ WRITING ✧ ☾ just like the story books i read ☽

EVENT ✧ ☾ TBA ☽ MAGIC ANON ✧ ☾ TBA ☽ EVENT✧ ☾ VALENTINES VERTIGO ☽ EVENT ✧ ☾ SINFUL SUNDAY ☽