?????? / Taiintiisms

[ @daemcnic ]

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                                        crumbling structures surround her in the white-coloured world she stands in, casting deep red shadows across the ground. she’s used to this sight, perhaps too used to seeing the blinding whites and contrasting reds of the dream world she stands in. sharp eyes turn to the black-haired figure sat a short ways away from where she stands.

                                        herself.

                                        this is familiar. the self that sits before her is never the one to speak out, not moving lest another trapped in this world- her mind- moves to attract her attention. seems as though it’s her turn this time, though. 

                                        she’s impatient, always has been, and always speaks immediately upon facing her other self- this time, though, something compels her to pause, to see what the woman before her intends to do.

                                        she waits.

^{She remembers falling asleep…as she always does. Tossing and turning, only to drift away with the gentle snores of her comrades around her. But never…never does she sleep soundlessly in the end. It’s nothing she tells anyone about; they’d just worry for her. And that is the LAST THING she wanted from them — their minds needed to be set on their GOALS, not petty trivialities such as a dream.}

             ^{This one…however…}

                           ^{She could tell INSTANTLY that something was wrong.}

^{Eyes blink open, her form rising as she looks around the usual surroundings; Laphicet…no, it wasn’t him this time. She was staring into a MIRROR at this point, eyes locked onto the other calmly as her left hand begins to tighten into a fist, guard up. She…doesn’t like the vibe she is getting from the other.}

^{❝ …It’d probably be a bit PRESUMPTUOUS to say that I’m looking at my reflection… ❞}

?????? / Lovxbites

^{Evelyn was scared for a moment, the sight was unnatural, this world had much more to show clearly. The sight off a Grimm appendage on a human form was unnerving. “…” she stayed quiet, her eyes looking away, almost embarrassed from what she said earlier. her mouth opened, to reveal two sharp fangs.} 

^{“…they were right to hurt me…I-I didn’t just kill his dog…I-I…I-I…” she curled up into a ball, tears now running fresh down her face, her emotions overwhelmed her on this moment, like so may others.}

             ^{Are those…?}

                           ^{Oh, now I get what she means.}

^{A gentle chuckle as her claw reached down, a single digit gently tapping her on the head with lips curling to a small smile. She’s trying to seem as less intimidating as possible. She knelt down next to her, her voice dropping to a sweet coo as she spoke.}

^{❝ So that is the type of Faunus you are, hm? A Vampire Bat faunus is rare, and the reason they hurt you was because you fed and killed the dog? That’s not right…you did what you need to, just so you can continue to live. It’s survival of the fittest in this world, and you’re only doing what it takes to SURVIVE. ❞}

^{Claw gently pats her on the head, though then shifts so she’s holding it out to her, as if to help her stand once more. Ruby orbs are staring down to her, her opposite hand reaching to gently brush away the smaller’s tears.}

^{❝ I’m not going to let anyone HURT YOU anymore. What’s your name? I can’t keep calling you Kid, now can I? ❞}

?????? / Lovxbites

^{“…I-it’s not safe to be around me…” There was a reason they had kicked her so much, the dog was indeed dead, but she didn’t kill it out of harshness or joy as other people may think. Her hands balled into fists as she struggled to hold her words. “…n-no…i-i will o-only cause more problems…p-please…j-just…l-let me go…”}

^{Her words felt stuffed. Like a ball had lodged itself into her throat and stayed there as they walked. “T-They h-h-had a reason…I-I deserved it…”}

^{❝ …Problems? ❞}

             ^{Should I just…show her?}

                           ^{Or would it TERRIFY the kid?}

^{Eyes gaze down to her before she huffs, irritation setting in as she leaned down to lay her on the ground. A dark essence seeps from the bindings of her left arm, eyes shimmering for a brief moment before flashing red, the bandages unraveling as her opposite hand tugged on a binding end at the top, by her shoulder, unraveling them so she can just rebind the arm once done with her little demonstration for the girl.}

                           ^{The ESSENCE swirled along bloodied red and onyx black claw, to which then ENLARGES into a massive claw — the same size of a Beowolf’s own as she begins to examine it before her.}

^{❝ No one deserves treatment like that. At least, not some poor child like you; but someone like ME, on the other hand…well, that’s a different story. But any problems you think you could be for me? Throw that concern aside. I LIVE with problems on a daily basis… ❞}

?????? / Lovxbites

^{“…No…I don’t…have a home.” Evelyn left it, behind, with all the pain that came from it. She was however surprised to be lifted, and the women did so easily as if she weighed nothing, not that Eve imagined she weighed much with the little she ate.}

^{“…I-I’m fine really…” Eve whispered through a weak voice, if she was honest, she’d prefer to stay on the ground still she felt better, it hurt to move.}

^{❝ You can PLAY TOUGH all you want, but you’re not fooling anyone. To say you are even the SLIGHTEST bit fine, hell…it’d make me laugh. ❞}

^{She can’t help but give a soft giggle at the other’s attempt at trying to play strong; obviously, she’s not used to someone going out of their way for her. A gentle grin is given down to her, the COLD TONE vanishing now as her inner BIG SISTER side, or hell, even a MOTHERLY side, kicked in and overcame the Mercenary’s very being, cradling the other in her arms.}

^{❝ If you don’t have a home, why not come with me? I’m not going to just LEAVE YOU here for someone else to hurt while you’re down. If you come with me, you’ll have food, shelter, and safety. It won’t be free, you’ll have to pull your own weight, but it’d be better than sleeping out in the COLD and being HOMELESS, right? ❞}

?????? / Acadcmiac

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toko shivers, and she tells herself that this is only because she is feeling sorry for this pathetic excuse for a woman. she’s wearing practically nothing; she looks like one of hifumi’s gross character models. it’s like she’s not even a person, but merely something for men to gaze upon and exploit.

index fingertips push against each other and she looks away, for she can’t help wondering if she could ever look like that. so a-attractive, and…

the flush that rises to her face is practically ruby-red and she can’t stave off the nervous smile as she offers her judgement. “c-c-c-can’t you p-put on s-some clothes? n-no one w-wants to see that.” 

^{The other’s words are heard quietly from behind her, golden orbs turning to gaze over to the Student from over her shoulder, bandaged digits closed into a fist as guard remained up. Since escaping from Titania, she hadn’t had a reason to worry about such things as DECENCY in the end; why should she? The gear she had acquired, and made a uniform out of from Prisoner Items had been sufficient, it was less restrictive than clothing — it fit her style of fighting FLAWLESSLY!} 

^{Arms cross over chest calmly, digits tapping against forearm as she raised an eyebrow in question; was this girl BLUSHING because of her image? Or was she SHY? And that timid-natured gesture…how strange it all was. She’s observing calmly as she scoffs.}

^{❝ …How I DRESS shouldn’t matter to another person. ❞}

Magilou / Majikazam

“But isn’t that the fun part? Things are only interesting until you figure them out, isn’t that so? Thus, by keeping my mysteriously not mysterious aura, all eyes are on me!”

^{❝ …I’m going to HIT you. ❞}

^{A growl holds to tone, eyes narrowed as she huffs quietly. Well, seems Magilou got her on that one — there was no opening in that logic, because it’s true. Were someone to learn to figure out the Witch, there would be nothing to examine of her, and she’d grow dull and tiresome. Even more so than her demeanor lets off to begin with at times. Arms cross over her chest as she just growls, admitting defeat this time.}

?????? / Ludomaniac

❝ _{But then who created the egg? A non-existent chicken? I believe the only possibility is if they are both created the same time, if that is the case there is absolutely no fallacies! Well none that I can see at least.} ❞

Yumeko giggled as she played her little mind game with her opponent. She always enjoyed making banter like this in game, it only added more confusion & fun. She looked at her hand, there was a pair of Nine’s. It wasn’t the best hand to have, but she decided to play it anyways.

❝ _{I’ll raise as well… Now let’s show each other our hands.} ❞

^{❝ On the one hand, that does sound like it’d be the answer, but then there is the fact that the CHICKEN comes FROM the egg. The problem would be that if the EGG came at the same exact time as the CHICKEN did…then how did the CHICKEN come to be at all? Perhaps a next stage in evolution, that is a possibility, or even a regressed stage, but regardless, neither of us shall come to the true answer of such a question by continually ARGUING over such a topic. ❞}

^{Golden hues merely watch her opponent calmly; she knows this tactic. It’s common mindgames that players ploy upon another as they face off in gambles. It could also result in one not thinking straight, making a move that leads them into a trap. Velvet has seen it all too many times; but SHE isn’t one to fall for such things herself. Play along as she might, her head is always in the game.} 

^{A Three of a Kind sits in her hand, and she knows that could be a better hand…oh well, she’ll make do with what she has. After all, the possibility of worse was always there. Not to mention, she had plenty to spend on games, no reason to chicken out this early. Cold eyes narrow for a moment before all emotion vanishes from her features, laying the hand down for the other to see.}

^{❝ Very well. ❞}

Roman Torchwick / Romidia

   Roman wasn’t exactly pleased about being ordered around in his own office. He didn’t say anything for a few seconds before he followed her out of the room and into the hallway. “You should be a little more appreciative.” He walked beside her, his cane tapping against the ground. 

“I’m sure my men are well equipped. As for my gear, I won’t need much. This is all I need.” He gestured with his free hand to the melodic cudgel that seemed to accompany him wherever he went. It was surprising that it wasn’t lost in the crash. 

^{❝ I HATE repeating myself, Torchwick, but I’ll do it this time. Like I said previously; live MY life for a day, and you’ll have the grounds to tell me what and how I should feel. ❞}

^{Her voice drips with venom, though it’s then quickly gone as she continues walking, though when he gestures to the cane in his hand, her gaze shifts over to it. It’s doesn’t seem like much of a weapon…so why could he want to just use that and nothing else? Even she used multiple weapons when she truthfully could just use the CLAW on her left hand…even though she FEARS the usage of such a weapon more than anything else. Form turns towards him, gesturing to the weapon in question.}

^{❝ Let me see it. I won’t take it or anything, I just want to understand what kind of firepower we have. I need to know any and all details on our equipment, so I can plan accordingly. ❞}

?????? / Lovxbites

^{Evelyn didn’t move nor speak, she merely stayed in her half fetal position. Blood trickled down her mouth, blood that wasn’t exactly hers as her unswollen eye looked up to the women. She didn’t know how to accept help if that’s what even called.}

^{She only knew punishment and possibly pity, this has to be the later. “…I-I…can’t stand…” she muttered in a soft voice.}

^{Her response is heard, and it can only bring an annoyed sigh from her once more. Such a nuisance…but then again, she was beaten up so, it’s not uncommon for one to be unable to move. But was it fear? Or was it that she was just so HURT that she couldn’t stand? Regardless, it’s not going to help this girl out knowing the answer.}

^{❝ Alright, fine, then I’m choosing for you. ❞}

^{Not wanting to harm the poor girl anymore than she already was, she ever so gingerly reached down to lift her up into her arms. The Mercenary didn’t care what others thought of her helping this girl out; the Daemon Hunter couldn’t care less about how people EVER cared about her. The times for caring about image were long since passed. Hence why now she is ever so gently holding the girl in her arms, looking down to her.}

^{❝ You’ve a place to stay, right? I’ll carry you home, seeing how you can’t move. ❞}

Ember Torchwick / Rosesofflame

^{Ever the ANTAGONISTIC little shit, Torch waits for the ANGRY other to go back to whatever she’s busying herself with before} DROPPING ^{a huge bucket of confetti over her head. Grin of AMUSEMENT dances across thin lips, but Ember merely goes INVISIBLE, lodging a lollipop between her teeth and} SNICKERING ^{under her breath.}

^{A venom filled GROWL resonates deep in her throat, golden hues closed as the Wolf merely clenched her left hand into a tight fist, the skin splitting of her claw beneath the bandages as blood began to soak through the wrappings. Her anger was rising, voice ICY COLD as the blackened essence of GRIMM inside her seeped from beneath the wrappings; like SMOKE RISING from her arm.}

^{❝ …You are digging yourself a VERY deep grave, BITCH… ❞}