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[purple-ravaged]

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[shadowedresolve]

"Man, sometimes I wonder if it's what I really want to do..."

Ann sighs as she offhandedly remarks on something that's been bothering her today, though she doesn't think about it too often. Immediately after, though, she gives a sheepish kind of smile, looking at Makoto and abruptly apologizing.

"Ah, sorry! I didn't mean to unload on you. You're just really easy to talk to, you know?" ...But she doesn't want to bother Makoto with a stray thought like that. Modeling is what she decided to strive towards, after all, and she doesn't want to give up on that goal! Especially with Shiho counting on her... she needs to give her strength, just like she promised she would. It's not like she hates the work, either. Working hard on her appearance is tougher than Ann expected, but she's not going to give up on something just because it's hard work.

"I bet you're working hard towards your goal too, aren't you? You're really impressive, Makoto!"

@belovedblossoms ( starter for makoto! )

[vacilator]

closed starter for @finalepic !

" honestly , i feel better now that you're here with me . "

[voyagehcme]

@guidingstarmira liked for a starter.

STARGAZING IS ONE OF JIM'S FAVORITE ACTIVITIES. Maybe it's because of how homesick he is , and the closest thing to home he ever got was when he was among the stars , but he could spend hours looking up at the dark sky above. The water of Styx is a place he had yet to visit before tonight , but the way the star - filled sky reflects off of the still pool is the only convincing he needed to come back again. As he looks up at the sky , however , a light from the corner of his eye catches his attention enough to pry his gaze away from the stars.

WHAT HE SEES WHEN HE LOOKS OVER is unlike anything he could have possibly expected. Long , flowing hair that looks like the universe itself was somehow trapped in it , and if he looks close enough , stars that move within it. Not only that , but she was glowing. Literally glowing. The source of the light wasn't a flashlight , or perhaps her phone , but no. It was just her.

AFTER WHAT SEEMS LIKE AN ETERNITY , Jim awkwardly clears his throat and looks away. Staring isn't very becoming , is it ? She's certainly not human , that's for sure . . but she's unlike any alien the Federation knows of. ❛ I came here to stargaze. ❜ He finally says softly. ❛ Sorry , I know I was staring at the wrong ones. I just - you're - ❜ The more he tries to explain himself , the weaker his excuses get. Instead , he settles on closing his mouth and wordlessly looking up at the sky again.

❛ . . They're really bright tonight. ❜

[herostoried]

Mirai's glare has been known to intimidate both heroes and villains alike. But right now, in the condition he's in... he somehow doubts his gaze, sharp as it is, is particularly intimidating to anyone right now.

Then again; the both of them here are in this room are in quite the state as it is. Beat-up and bruised, with scuffed clothing and bodies worn to the bone... it's not just Mirai who's in a bad way here, though he's probably got the worst of it overall. After all, Mirai... should undeniably be dead right now.

How and why he isn't is a question he's quite desperate for answers to - but it might have to wait until he's made sure to take care of the dangerous situation he's in. Still, it feels wrong... this place, himself, all of it - and it's only his training and instincts as a hero that are keeping him composed, even just barely.

"Overhaul... you're a stubborn man, aren't you...?" Just as much as the one talking, perhaps. "But somehow... I don't think you anticipated this."

@umbreerie ( starter for overhaul! )

[lctibule]

ㅤalthough not much for nightlife of any sort, sometimes... sometimes you just need a drink. and sometimes the idea of buying a bottle of something strong, taking it home, and drinking yourself stupid while your familiar watches judgingly is just too depressing to stomach.

so... sometimes you just need to go out to a bar. and that's exactly where minjoon finds himself tonight, at an otherwise empty table with a glass in hand, pathetically drowning his sorrows after yet another tumultuous and frustrating phone call with his mother. the place is pretty busy, not to mention a great deal louder than he typically likes, but it's distracting. distraction is a good thing tonight. in fact, he's so open to it that, when a woman comes over and asks to join him after seemingly failing to find anywhere else to sit, he simply nods and gestures for her to take the seat across from him. definitely not his typical behaviour, but fuck it, right?

ㅤㅤ" go ahead. sorry, it wasn't this busy when i got here... i probably should have taken a single seat at the bar rather than an entire table to myself. "ㅤhe apologizes, like he could have possibly known that the place was this popular. like it's his fault she couldn't find anywhere better to sit. mouth opens to continue, but minjoon thinks better of it and shuts himself up with another sip of his drink instead.

☾ㅤㅤ@miidnighters (billie)ㅤㅤㅤ//ㅤㅤㅤlowkey starter call.

[sickhearted]

ꨄ  — @loveshard sent . . . 🫣 (INTERVIEW) from this meme.

body adorned with a black slick robe, brand new see through lacy set just underneath, she applies a dark lipstick as she tries to ignore the nerves and shyness she feels, fluffing curls while double checking everything in the mirror to make sure it was all absolutely perfect. "hi there. ." muses with a soft giggle as tallulah steps into the room, biting down on bottom lip as a toothy smile plays on her features.

[doctornota]

@indomitableblackdragon liked for a starter

"IT DOESN'T SNOW HERE, DOES IT?"

The question is poised without much thought given to doing so, staring out the cafe window with a furrowed brow like the cloudy sky itself has personally wronged him. The longer Leonard spends stuck here, the more the months tick by, the more he longs for the Enterprise: the beautiful, climate-controlled Enterprise. He's from Georgia, for gods sake, he's only prepared to handle two weather cycles; ungodly heat or pouring rain. Out of the corner of his eye he glances to the other person in line with him. "Please tell me it doesn't."

[oneheir]

@loveheir liked ★ for a starter !

"kacchan. . ." weight shifts from one foot to the other before he steels himself. he'd made it this far, hadn't he? what was the point of chickening out now that he was in front of the other boy? "can we go over the training from earlier today? if anyone's going to be honest with me, it's going to be you."

[turnabovt]

@einspruch testified :

i didn't mean to show up unannounced.

It doesn't happen very often , Edgeworth showing up at his office out of the blue. When it does , however , it's usually in regards to a trial. Either some evidence that may have been overlooked , or a witness that he questioned. The office is quiet when he arrives , save for the ruffling and shifting of papers as Phoenix rifles through a case file. And when he speaks up , finally catching the defense attorney's attention , he assumes it's for that very reason.

❛ Edgeworth ? ❜ The paper in hand is placed upon his desk , before he sifts through the mess strewn about its surface some more. After his search for that one specific piece of evidence is unsuccessful , his gaze finally settles on the prosecutor for good. ❛ What brings you here ? ❜

[cxnscience]

@caramelcuniculus ( layton ) liked for a starter !

Jiminy would very much like to consider himself an experienced traveler. After so many years spent on the road, he would certainly hope he qualified - he's never missed a boat or train, he excels at rooftop navigation, and, not to pat himself on the back or anything, but he's pretty darn good at reading the skies so as not to get caught in the rain.

Obviously, he's not infallible, as today has proven. One missed connection and a heap of poor planning lands him wandering the streets at a positively ungodly hour of the morning, leaping from windowsill to windowsill as he chases cover from the quickly-approaching storm. Fortunately, his travel expertise comes with one other benefit: knowing at a glance which sort of homes are safe to hunker down in. You know, the ones belonging to rich-but-absent businessmen, or popular artists; the type of people with better places to be and more important things to pay attention to than an unannounced houseguest, and plenty of cluttered shelves for a cricket to hide amongst.

Jiminy's got this place pegged from a glance. Scholarly-like, hopefully belonging to a fella who should by all means already be out this early in the morning (or late at night, depending on your viewpoint). It seems like a reasonable assumption to be making. That or his gut instinct has been lead astray by how badly he wants out of the sprinkling rain before it turns into a real squall. Nobody's perfect. The latter might be more likely, because all he knows is that when he nudges the dimly-lit window open, the place is most certainly not empty: the desk he alights on is already occupied.

"Oh," Jiminy says, so genuinely startled that he can't think of anything else for a long moment. He is not hopping back out into the rain - instead he simply stares at the human for a beat or two before finding his tongue. "Hiya. Sorry - I'm just - I was just passing through and took a, uh... a wrong turn, here, that's all. Don't want no trouble."

[edelbloed]

⠀⠀⠀❛ ⠀These remind me of the gardens at my father's estate.⠀ ❜ ⠀ALTHOUGH ⠀tempting, Dorothea knows better than to cradle the delicate blossoms that line the park's pathways. She settles for crouching down closer to their level, her latticed hat sprinkling sunlight despite its temporary shade. ⠀❛ ⠀They seem very well cared-for. I wonder if they're being given any extra food, or if they're just in an ideal spot... ?⠀ ❜ 

⠀⠀⠀A much taller, broader shadow is cast not too far from her own, and she turns back to offer a genteel smile.⠀⠀❛ ⠀Are you here for the flora, or for these 'Netpups' I've heard about ?⠀ ❜ ⠀

⤷ @faechivalrous.

[vacilator]

closed for @arsoneds !

" i'm not going to keep going back and forth with you about it . . . it feels like we're going in circles . "

[wasdeviant]

'this is not technology i recognize,' connor steps up to the telephone box, led flashing yellow as he processes the device ( vehicle? ) in front of him. eyes glance over the worn paint, the cracks and crevices, the light at the top of the thing, before stepping away, his hands held behind his back. 'the exterior is disguised as a police call box from the 1950s. however, i can feel unfamiliar electrical currents, which leads me to believe the interior of this device is not the same as the outside,' dark eyes move to the other standing next to him - the assumed owner of the box. connor looks them over carefully. 'i am unsure if this technology is prohibited within the city. i may have to report this to cyberlife,' @tenfoldrage / sc.

[sohelish]

"you are in a position to demand nothing." @purpcse

The twisted figure, made more shapeless by the piling, rugged clothing and distorted by an excessively inadequate posture, sways as if shaken with muted laughter. The woman lowers her voice further an octave and emits a mocking cackle. It is challenging to pinpoint who she is, determine her age or lineage. If one wanted to conjure an image of a hermit, the notion she presents fits undeniably. She does all that is possible and a little extra to sell the act.

'How generous of you,' face heavily veiled, she hisses through a smile. 'To grant me the opportunity of requesting "nothing." All I sought was a meagre audience!' An unfathomable force weights her down or, perhaps, she thinks to curtsey. A hand darts from under the rags. It is also covered in dirty cloth. Underneath the filth and mess, a masterful eye might discern the fabric that once was of the highest quality. 'I couldn't dream of such profit. And you would be doubling my belongings. I already possess "nothing".' Whether she is sincere or not is unclear. She could be insane just as well with all the extreme abuse of words. 'Now that is settled, what could I give you in exchange for the benevolence? An anecdote? A piece of advice—- Ah! I know.' The figure stands more elevated, yet it is unmistakable that she is not of great height. 'How about the elusive smugglers, disturbing the order and strategising? What secrets do their actions hold, and what does the Spacing Guild have to do with it?'

[lctibule]

ㅤㅤ" you seem troubled. "ㅤfiltered voice cuts through the echoing silence of the hangar as if unleashed from the blade carried on his back, sudden and jarring. though he's had no intention of sneaking up on her, there was no sound prior to him speaking to announce his presence — an unfortunate yet sometimes useful side-effect of being thoroughly designed for stealth.

genji is not in the habit of checking in on his fellow agents after difficult missions. with the ever increasing severity with which blackwatch has been carrying out its duties lately, however... he's keeping an ear to the ground.

ㅤㅤ" and yet your assignments have all seen great success. should this not be cause for celebration? instead you isolate yourself, hiding where no one is likely to look... "ㅤthere's no accusation in his tone, only a note of curiosity. perhaps even a hint of understanding. when he continues, it's not a question, but a statement;ㅤ" you are not proud of the work you do. "

☾ㅤㅤ@tamedgod (haru)ㅤㅤㅤ//ㅤㅤㅤlowkey starter call.