#extremepath

[heavenshot]

listen up strap in notify your next of kin

— it can be said that sanae knows how to drive cars. he just happens to do so in a way that he considers "most efficient", and others "cinematically precarious".

[greetings-sheeple]

“Terrible news. A mysterious force from Shibuya broke into the Pad and... took the entire candy bowl. Not even I had the power to stop them.”

[abstractreign]

@catncore

❝ it's purrfect on you. ❞

@extremepath

oh yes honey work it

"Ugh— just. Just shut it, will you?"

[catncore]

what's between those ears? is it a brain? ✨no.✨ just floof. no brain.

he might be onto something.....

[akashicmuses]

@extremepath​

“I truly did want to give you the world, Sir.” The Conductor was the arbitor of the Composer’s will, the idea that he had not seen Joshua’s loneliness was completely absurd. Oh, he’d tried to hide it, but there was only so much one could hide from the one person who he was able to freely speak to. Megumi hadn’t spoken on it, because he felt it was not his place.

But... he knew. And he knew that the people of the world had disappointed Joshua one too many times for Joshua to be satisfied with them.

He wanted to make them good for his Composer. 

Only now that the world was calm again did he see how absurd his plan was. And he was probably going to hear it from the Composer as well. Which is why he’s just a little bit more pleased than he should be when he speaks again.

“You liked my idea. Are you sure that you don’t want to go forward with it?”

[soundsurfing]

“Man, how come my hands is so cold today? Ain’t it summer?”

[kingsmedley]

@extremepath​ asked: "So — be quiet for a sec — so I've brought a whole pack of juiceboxes here as you can see. Pick a flavor."

No need to ask him to be quiet when he’s already staring, dumbfounded.

“Um, apple juice, I guess, but may I ask what the occasion is?”

[replayne]

@extremepath​ liked for a voices of the past starter. 

         Eyes flicker back, and he’ll stare. It takes a moment, for him to get his mind ( minds ) to focus enough to speak. Abandoned timelines ripping and scrambling to the surface to try and tell the world that they are here ! they are not gone yet !

        “ Who are you ? “ Rindo waits for an answer, the grip of the Phoenix Cantus wrapping it’s feathers around him, dragging him further into the midst of the past. His own voice was overlapped by other’s – those of his friends are slightly more faint, but they speak in tandem with him.

         “ You’re not supposed to be here. “

[groovepawn]

Her eyes light up as she notices the iconic Mr. Mew coat the girl wore, though not for the garment itself, but the cute earring that'd been punctured in its floppy ear. "That's such a fun idea!" Shiki commends her, and paying no mind to personal space (a bad habit of hers,) she reaches over, fiddling with the hoop for a moment before letting her go. "I wish I would have thought of that when I designed it." She looks down to the plush in her hands, thumbs prodding those same pointed ears, wondering he needed a makeover now, too.

A playful giggle, "Maybe you should be a designer at Gatto Nero." | @extremepath​ 🌻

[purificr]

“ DON’T come in— ”

the shinjuku room of reckoning is a mess. red feathers—mostly but not exclusively down, fluttering across the floor every time haz so much as turns around—fill the room, covering the throne and the vast emptiness surrounding it in a contrast that would look slightly horrifying if not for the flustered composer in the middle of it all, desperately trying to make the situation go away so that they won’t have to explain it to the two conductors outside.

    /     @akashicmuses && @extremepath​ / surprise i’m forcing domesticity on both of you.

[heavenshot]

{ you see them talking amongst themselves wyd

[greetings-sheeple]

[abstractreign]

@extremepath​ →

puts mittens on ur hands. be quiet back there.

Materializes rubber gloves over them. Keeps clapping.

[catncore]

❝        we need a designated room across all multiverse where items that have not come into being, but will exist can reside. it’s like..... pork futures warehouse, but not pork.         ❞           @extremepath​

[akashicmuses]

“A’ight man. I’ve called you here today for a very...” Oh fuck, what was the word again? He can play this off as dramatic silence, right? Just ignore the feeling of grasping at words and--shit, come on, what was it--

“I gots things for you t’ try.” Nailed it.

A single strawberry-red cupcake is deposited in front of Joshua. Off to the side, there’s a pre-poured glass of milk. Isn’t Beat a gracious host?

[soundsurfing]

@extremepath​

Beat’s just going to grab Joshua’s hand without warning and start to swing their arms idly. He can’t help it, he just saw that it was empty and decided that it just wasn’t right. He’d get cold that way.

“What’chu thinking about in tha’ head a’ yours, huh?”