#thank you for liking the starter call :3

[lurkingpoisons]

@whirling-fangs / starter call here.

and there was a sigh from shinobu, tending to one of her wounds caught on the battlefield — an inevitability, when she only had her speed and wits about her. she had little strength to rescue her when she met her match in a physical fight.

a tug of a bandage, before she eventually creates a sling. 

“you don’t have to worry so much, hashibira-san,” she tries to be lighthearted despite the fact she’d broken an arm, “it’s — not as painful as i’d expected when that demon bent my arm in such a way.”

hint of pathetic laughter.

“can you bring me something to cut the bandage, please?”

[lucidrims]

˖  ࣪  .  ࿐  ♡  ˚  .  bomi  coming  thru  for @fadinglights !

            "  i'm  fine,  this  just  happens  sometimes.  it's  normal  for  me.  "

[kiigan]

starter call @heartsandwishes

ㅤOf all the things Itachi had expected/hoped to be surprised by after leaving his homeland behind, certainly ice cream had not made it to the initial list - yet here he was now, more than ready to revise his priorities. Not that ice cream, in and of itself, was anything that extraordinary, even. What with Wutai having been turned to the general tourist resort it was nowadays, exotic snacks made especially [and having a super expensive price tag slapped on them] for tourists could easily be found at every corner of the main streets.

This one was... peculiar, though. Salty, but also sweet.

ㅤ«Sea-salt, was it?» The title was appropriate, given the uncanny mix of flavors. In fact, it was making him curious enough to go and check the ingredients, later. Maybe even spare the time to learn the recipe. Once he returned home, he could try his hand at making some for his little brother. Glancing back at Xion, who'd so kindly introduced him to this tiny masterpiece, he smiled after another lick. «I can see why you were talking so highly of it.»

[discoinfernos]

@hellmxses — LUCIFER

❝ Hey Dad! It's me. Aaagain . . . ❞ Charlie bites her lip as her hand clenches reflexively around her phone, the other playing mindlessly with the stray strands of hair that frame her face. She's sat on the window seat in her bedroom at the hotel, eyes casting over the view of the city. Her city. Her people. A flaming wreck, littered with discarded weapons and corpses left to rot beneath the crimson sky. In the distance, she can see Heaven glow, situated as though mocking them from its position on high.

Charlie blinks away angry tears from her eyes. She does not hate Heaven — Charlie tries her hardest not to hate anyone — but her heart breaks for her people, and righteous fury rises within her at the knowledge that all this could be PREVENTED if Heaven and Hell could just talk to each other. If her father — her own father !! — wasn't complicit in the wholesale slaughter of their citizens.

❝ I just wanted to — to talk. About. You know . . . ❞ She heaves a heavy sigh through her nose. This is not the first time she's tried to initiate this particular conversation, and it's never gone the way she'd planned it. There just has to be a way to make him see what a mistake he'd made in allowing the exterminations. But maybe she doesn't hold enough sway over her father's heart to change his mind . . .

❝ If you have some time maybe you could . . . call me back! ❞ Charlie forces her voice to remain chipper. This aggressive cheerfulness is how she's gotten through everything her adult life has thrown at her ; she's always thought people are more likely to say ❛yes❜ to a smiling face. ❝ Maybe we could meet up. It's been awhile. I — ❞ Miss you. I miss mom. I miss how things used to be. ❝ I'll wait for your call. ❞

Hitting the END button, Charlie stares at the phone in her hand. Waiting.

[wisheswagered]

Frederick hasn't been at this manor for nearly as long as the others. Though it feels like it's been an eternity to him, it means that he's still getting to know the other survivors who've found themselves trapped in this place.

And Emma Woods... is one of those people. It's such a bizarre feeling, seeing her now. While he'd never known her in life, he had heard of her - as a girl who went missing in mysterious circumstances several years ago, her life sensationalized and her disappearance treated as an unsolvable mystery by those who knew of her.

Never would he have dreamed he'd ever end up joining her among the ranks of the missing. ...He wonders if they're looking for him, too. They must be - while not for the reasons he wants, Frederick Kreiburg is a well-known name among the higher classes, and yet... that fact brings him no comfort at all.

Regardless. It's cruel of him, but the one thing that strikes him as he looks at her now is what he knows of her past. Knowing she's been a patient at an asylum for so much of her life... to be quite honest, it chills him to the bone. The reason for that discomfort is difficult to identify - or maybe, deep down, it's something that he simply doesn't want to acknowledge.

Today, though... there's only one question on his mind. Though he doesn't know if it's curiosity or paranoia that drives him to ask.

"Tell me. Why did you approach me, of all people, for this?"

@mlssamericana ( starter for emma! )

[ichorsflood]

Ugh. This sucks.

When she'd first heard about the trip, Neptune had thought maybe it wouldn't be so bad. A visit to a city full of museums... well, it's not really her thing, but she can think of places that'd be a lot worse, so. Take what you can get, right?

But through some stroke of bad luck, both Venus and Jupiter ended up sick. So now here she is, stuck on her own with a bunch of shitty teachers, boring classmates, and Jesus somehow shoehorned into every conversation. Great.

At the very least, having a moment to herself like this is a blessing. ...She hopes Venus and Jupiter are doing okay. It's their own fault for working so hard lately, but. Still.

Neptune had decided to sit down for a drink, but the cafe she's found herself in is surprisingly busy. Suppressing the urge to sigh, and holding back a cough tickling her throat, she eventually chooses a random table with only one other occupant in the back.

"Hey. Mind if I sit here?"

@dnangelic

[myrkulsapxstle]

@darkminstrel 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫.

"Your voice is quite beautiful."

The General had heard the Dark Minstrel as he settled into camp for the evening, unable to ignore the allure of good song. It had drawn him towards his beloved in the past -- and still had a strange affect on him some odd century later.

Unsure if his presence is as of yet welcome, he stopped a few paces away, "I've not heard music like that before," He explained, "My wife... before her untimely passing, was a Bard herself - hence the curiosity."

Hells, that still hurt to say.

Her letter to him, fished out of his quarters in some way or another, sat comfortably in his armor in his tent, alongside Isobel's.

"Of what college are you?" Ketheric shook his head, clearing away those dark thoughts, "That might best explain my ignorance."

[ofhope]

“You haven't been to Fontaine?!”

Astonishment-laden features spelled her surprise. In truth, only recently had she been made aware of its vast beauties, only recently had the smell of seafoam in her hair and salt in her 'brows.

“You'd love it! There's a ton of areas to search for treasure, and plenty of peaks to stand at the top of! Speaking of that: they have these jellyfish things you can bounce on, kind of like in Sumeru! -- except those were mushrooms, not jellyfish things. And! Oh my gosh, I can't believe I forgot to mention, you can breathe underwater! I was a little skeptical at first, since I'm from Inazuma, and I figured that maybe that was just a Fontainian thing... but once I took a big gulp, instead of a mouthful of seawater, it was like a fresh breath of oxygen.”

The actual descriptor slipped her mind, but it wasn't everyday you had to explain such a process... even someone with the proper credentials would lose some of the wording in-translation. There's a breath of realization before Yoimiya grasped Bao'er's hands in her own!

“We should visit together!”

@mysticallities // starter!

[quietlyblooms]

this was supposed to be an ask response but well :' )) it went off the rails, so @1punch gets a separate thing instead!!

chiyo doesn't see saitama for a few weeks after her recovery.

she doesn't see anyone for a few weeks, too busy with work and pretending as if she isn't purposely taking on a heavier load to keep it that way. the more chiyo works, the less time she has to think, the less time she has to remember. the more chiyo works, the less likely it is that someone close to her will ask how she's doing when they must know she can't be doing well. they just want her to admit it and confide in them; they just want to be the ones to save her from the storm cloud that hangs above her head.

well, chiyo doesn't want to be saved. she doesn't think she particularly deserves it. anyone might say she did all she could, that she saved lives in the end, and she shouldn't allow the death of a villain to weigh upon her, but it doesn't change what happened. chiyo failed her friend, and she failed her long before her death. no one understands that, only thinks of the wounds she suffered. she's sick of it, sick of their reassurance, sick of---

she's sick of being in the hospital.

a stern doctor chiyo is all too familiar with leaves her with strict instructions to rest and a huffy, " you're lucky i didn't call your parents. " saitama makes eye contact with her briefly before she's resting her face in her hands. she is lucky that they called her friend at her request rather than her family, even if it isn't much better to make saitama worry. the first time he sees her in weeks, and it's in the hospital, looking as if she's been chewed up and spat out. that isn't fair to him.

when she intentionally worked herself ragged, chiyo didn't consider how it would affect her job or the people around her. she didn't expect to pass out, and new guilt rests heavily in the pit of her stomach, settling uncomfortably with what she's felt the last month.

this could have been much worse. she could have passed out during a fight, jeopardized someone's safety. she can't keep doing this.

" 'm sorry, saitama, " chiyo mutters behind her hands before she's running them through her hair and allowing them to drop to the edge of the mattress she sits on. she can't meet his eyes again, can't manage a convincing smile. " i shouldn't be troublin' you with this, but the doc wasn't gonna let me go without callin' someone, and my parents... well, they're already a bit much to handle right now. " she should give them a break -- they nearly lost their daughter. a pause, heavy with hesitation and words she doesn't know how to say, and chiyo sighs.

" thank you for this. "

[lgcgyuri]

₊ ˚ ⊹ 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 , ft. @lgchanie.

gyuri is no stranger when it comes to leisurely strolls as a means of traveling to the company building. it'd previously been her main means of getting there, the walk an easy breeze with the occasional help from buses, depending on the weather. she often enjoyed the quiet those walks brought, an appreciated calm before her training days truly began— changing career paths now meant having a dedicated manager, someone who was now able to get her places faster.

today, with an early start, she'd opted to tough it out.

paying little mind the closer she gets to her destination, eyes downcast to her phone as she goes over details for upcoming variety filming, gyuri doesn't realize the other person walking in the same direction as her. it's only once she comes to a stop at a crosswalk, cars zooming in front of her, that she spares a glance to her side. "oh!" she doesn't mean to be loud, not when seeing a somewhat familiar face isn't all that uncommon while walking the streets, but it's a pleasant surprise. "you're . . . a trainee, right? i think i've seen you before."

[lurkingpoisons]

@weavinghands / starter call here.

“it’s an unfortunate thing you’ve walked in on, tonight,” there she stood above a demon, foot rested on their chest — a bored sigh comes from the slayer, before she lifts her foot, and turns to face the witness.

“don’t worry, it’s not alive or anything,” a smile so ghostly, “the town is safe now, and so are you.”

[lucidrims]

˖  ࣪  .  ࿐  ♡  ˚  .  shinho  coming  thru  for @luvdive !

            "  have  you  been  listening  to  anything  i've  said  ?  "

[cffidelityy]

@lunarrepel || liked for a starter

It had not gone unnoticed that Shadowheart had grown more distant with those in camp, and well Sigyn couldn't blame her. Sigyn knew she was going through so much, but wasn't quite sure how to help. She had hoped with time that the half-elf would come back around, but something about her still worried Sigyn, so the blonde moved to take a seat beside her at the other woman's tent. "Hey. . ." She says quietly, searching her brain for the right words. "I just want you to know. . . If you wanna talk, I'll listen."

[revengesworn]

Senju doesn't know much about Ryusei Sato, but the one thing she does know - is that he's close to one Baji Keisuke. That alone is enough to catch her interest. While Senju herself suspects she's never someone Baji would call a childhood friend in the same way as he would Haruchiyo and Mikey, she still knew him in his childhood, and he was someone she always looked up to; always trying to reach...

She still thinks about him sometimes. And because of that, she's interested in the people that Baji calls his friends, too.

Obviously, that's not enough reason to just approach Ryusei out of the blue, but... she is curious about the rumors she's heard - of his connections to the gang Yotsuya Kaiden specifically. Apparently, he left that gang in order to join Toman in the past... and for some reason that even she can't quite identify - part of her wants to know why.

But running into him here really was a coincidence. And it's impulse that gets her to talk to him, approaching him boldly and asking with a glint in her eyes-

"Hey. You're Baji's friend, aren't you?"

@protectivemuses ( starter for ryusei! )

[hittter]

@writelikeyouarerunningoutof // sc.

" c'mon , man . " eliot pushes hardison's arm , urging him towards the door and only taking a little delight in bullying the hacker . " sun's out , it ain't too hot -- you knew i was gonna take you fishin' one of these days . c'mon . "

[viciousbite]

@lured-into-wonderland liked for a starter

Soft hums left the male's lips as he picked petals of a flower. A red camellia flower to be exact. Once a beautiful flower with many petals and now only two left. "Love me... Love me not.." And the last petal was ripped off, as a forced chuckle left the demon's mouth. "No luck this time either. Would you want to try too? Or do you already have someone that loves you unconditionally?" He asked the woman as a new flower bloomed into his hands as he offered it to her.