#geometragic01.

[heart3yed]

@geometragic / starter call.

💛 💜 ❤️ || satori does not much like the social LIMELIGHT, or at the very least, she didn't. she was born to stand at the sidelines, a wallflower of DELICATE proportions. made to observe and watch and keep a close eye on her surroundings - an ENLIGHTENED eye. social gatherings are meant for observation at her most passive, and great political engagement at her least. satori needed not to be any more than a shadow on the wall during this soiree, and a shadow on the wall, she so CHOOSES to be.

being a shadow on the wall certainly has PERKS of its own, for she can observe her surroundings in stark silence, take in the festivities without truly PARTICIPATING in them. a calm gaze turned to nervous energy at the sight of something that could only be considered as breaking the silence. to herself, satori ponders the RAMIFICATIONS of butting in or staying silent, two weighted options that come at a head — only for the cause of the problem to all but STORM in her direction.

oh … oh dear.

❝sir ...❞ she inches out slowly, hands FOLDED before her bosom. for such a small girl, satori is unafraid. ❝i know of some place quiet if you want to COOL your head.❞ peeking over his shoulder, she can tell that the folks arguing with him will NOT be satisfied so easily. ❝unless you WANT to keep picking fights...❞

[workaho1ic]

I got a laughtrack

@geometragic​

Seiichirou wondered if there was something wrong with his head. Had the overwork finally done it? Even though he’d recently become unemployed? Or perhaps that was the very reason? Everytime he’d have a mishap of some sort  it’d resound around him, no source at sight. 

It’d follow him everywhere, along with the mishaps. Seiichirou didn’t think he’d felt easily humiliated but perhaps he was wrong if his mind was playing tricks like this...? 

With these thoughts Seiichirou walked past a sign next to fruit isle. A warning. 

Floor recently waxed. Please exercise caution when walking.

[LAUGHTRACK]

“ .... “

There it was again! Seiichirou’s brow furrows.  As if hoping to see a visible source his head turns missing something vital on his way.

A banana peel. 

[pashieon]

It was, overall, a pretty terrible meeting place. However, what elevated the situation to another level of terrible was that as the time wore on, Anakin was pretty sure he was waiting here for nothing. Having to sit around and wait was already bad enough, but having to do that for nothing was way worse. The person who’d wanted to talk with him -- some professional who’d taken an interest in his skills when coming to speak at the university -- had distractedly rattled off the name of some dingy restaurant and a time and then, Anakin assumed, forgotten about it afterwards.

So here he sat, waiting for somebody who’d likely never show. Of course, the true cherry on top, the icing on the cake, was that the glass of water the waitress had been kind enough to give him was so awful he’d nearly spat his first sip right back into the glass.

He would rather lick the pavement outside than take another sip of this place’s water. Or... well. Maybe not that. Perhaps it was more accurate to say that the water here was on the same level as licking the pavement.

❝ The water here tastes like mud, ❞ he muttered aloud, sulkily complaining to an individual nearby. He eyed the glass with a bitter curl of his lip before letting out a huff. ❝ Rainwater tastes better than this. ❞

@geometragic​, this is the worst. / event!

[heart3yed]

💛 💜 ❤️ || calm as still waters, even in the face of such a BLUSTERING figure. she does not fear men easily, much less those who seemed DESPERATE for something to prove. satori is unable to tell whether he's under any horrible side effects or not, not with her abilities resting behind a shield. but it is a possibility that she is willing to ENTERTAIN.

his overwhelming spirit is not something she regards with joy or trust, but, well, the youkai will take any opportunity for peace and quiet, even at the EXPENSE of her livelihood. keeping the peace is so tiring.

❝very well. i'd hate to bear witness to such a great fight. wouldn't it be better if we all could just ENJOY ourselves?❞ a flash of white between her pink lips as gaze flutters over her shoulder. could she have simply slunk off on her own? certainly, but that wouldn't be fun, now would it? her nosiness may as well be her undoing. ❝and injuries are … quite TROUBLESOME to deal with, i'd say.❞

satori can not say for sure whether there are any medics on standby, but whether there are or not, they've already begun to tread down this SPECIFIC path. light footsteps carry them along, stopping in front of what one might presume to be a simple stone edifice, but she presses lightly into the wall, immediately feeling the inner mechanism CREAK against her palm. slowly, the wall inches away, revealing a passage - just like what she PROMISED.

@geometragic / starter call.

💛 💜 ❤️ || satori does not much like the social LIMELIGHT, or at the very least, she didn’t. she was born to stand at the sidelines, a wallflower of DELICATE proportions. made to observe and watch and keep a close eye on her surroundings - an ENLIGHTENED eye. social gatherings are meant for observation at her most passive, and great political engagement at her least. satori needed not to be any more than a shadow on the wall during this soiree, and a shadow on the wall, she so CHOOSES to be.

being a shadow on the wall certainly has PERKS of its own, for she can observe her surroundings in stark silence, take in the festivities without truly PARTICIPATING in them. a calm gaze turned to nervous energy at the sight of something that could only be considered as breaking the silence. to herself, satori ponders the RAMIFICATIONS of butting in or staying silent, two weighted options that come at a head — only for the cause of the problem to all but STORM in her direction.

oh … oh dear.

❝sir …❞ she inches out slowly, hands FOLDED before her bosom. for such a small girl, satori is unafraid. ❝i know of some place quiet if you want to COOL your head.❞ peeking over his shoulder, she can tell that the folks arguing with him will NOT be satisfied so easily. ❝unless you WANT to keep picking fights…❞