i accept chaos.

                     i’m better off on my own.         

independent and selective.  written by rae.  still a wip.

“It means that there are more ‘weirdos’ than you previously thought, though it might help to take time and reflect a little. A mirror greatly helps with that, I find~”

@kremations​       sc.  

                       "    holy fuck    ,  I need a sub like  ——  as soon as yesterday  .  “   the endless walking plus the exhaustion of settling in called for a energy re-boost  .     whatever the environment emulated  ,  it still had features and workings of a regular municipality  ,  so surely there had to be restaurants  ——  PARTICULARLY A SUBWAY .  groaning for theatrical sake  ,  it wasn’t until there was another pedestrian nearby that the blonde threw her hand up  ,  attempting to call out to the other  .   ”   yo   !!   is there a subway ‘round here  ?    do ya'know    ?   “

“Me neither!  We have so much in common already.”  She patted the free spot in front of her on the blanket and waited for him to sit down before taking a look at his hand.  “Hmm, you have earth hands.  That means you’re pragmatic and grounded.”  Sylvia glanced up at his face for a second, looking for a reaction.  “The type of hand you have doesn’t necessarily line up with things like your astrological sign.”

She looked down again and traced a line on his hand.  “This is your head line.  Yours is straight, which means you take a traditional approach to solving problems in your life.”  Her brow furrowed.  “There’s lots of breaks, which means you have been or will experience a lot of mental strife.”  She let out a hum as she moved on.  “According to your heart line, you experience a lot of restlessness in relationships.  That’s not necessarily just romantic.

“A lot of people think a short life line means you’ll die young. It just means that you’re autonomous.  The life line has more to do with the journey of your life. Yours is a bit on the middle, so you’ll have help on your journey, but you’ll also be relatively independent.”  Sylvia pointed at a rather short line off to the side of his life line.  “That’s the fate line.  It changes position sometimes, so you should check it whenever there’s a big change in your life.  It’s supposed to tell you how much of your life is being controlled externally.”

She paused for a moment and glanced at her own hand.  “I have a feeling all of our fate lines are a bit wonky right now.  Anyway, lastly we have the sun line.  It’s supposed to predict the type of success and fame you’ll experience in your lifetime.  Your sun line and fate line run parallel; that means that you’ll build your own success without the help of outside influences.”

Sylvia let go of his hand and nodded.  “There’s more to it than that, but we could be here all night if I really went in depth.  Do you suddenly feel like you have all the answers to the universe?”

          Amused, he let out a huff of a laugh and took the seat next to her as she patted it excitedly. Having someone look at his hand without recoiling completely felt foreign, maybe even a little uncomfortable, but he was curious to know what she’d “see” in his palm. He didn’t know much about this kind of stuff, but Dabi was vaguely certain that it would be the lines embedded in his palms that these people were supposed to read. He waited patiently as she looked it over, turning his hand this way and that as if switching the angles would give her some sort of different answer to whatever it was she was looking for.

     Still skeptic, he listened to her babble on. Not all of it felt that true to him, but she said it with such confidence if he’d been any other person, he would have believed it. Surely, someone like Toga or Twice would have bought right into all this junk without a doubt. That wasn’t to say that all of what she was saying was false, but people who did this sort of thing had a way of being vague enough with their wording to resonate with practically everyone they came across because for her to know him by only reading the lines in his hands was impossible. At least, that’s what Dabi believed.

“Looks like that would include myself and a good chunk of the population~” If he was insulted, he sure didn’t show it.

He doesn’t bother trying to reason with himself of where he is, locations were still all a mess inside his head. Many structural differences gave places their own identification but his mind didn’t focus on where (as in region) he was, rather where he currently ended up. His thoughts distracted him to a point he no longer recognizes where he is.  Ashita, he knew that much but this location was unfamiliar to him, too many people passing by for him to want to care and attention focusing on the fish above instead. 

Some tunnels didn’t look that well maintained. Cracked glass which looks like it could give way at any moment, even some rust on the pieces of metal frames. Truly, if he were paranoid over this he would want to get out as soon as possible.  Attention would soon turn to a particular individual, tired red eyes following as the other rested his hand onto a spot of glass– the strength of both him and the glass was unknown to him but he figured he would amuse this stranger with a conversation.

“That would depend on how much force you put into you punch or kick…And the type of glass this is. Unless it’s PMMA, like they use for aquariums. One of the larger aquariums back home can withstand over  7,500 tonnes of water so…Take a guess from that. ”

There were a lot of factors to consider, Ritsu didn’t seem to care if the other was or wasn’t going to go through with this idea though, simply seeing what response he would get.

          “Whoa, didn’t think I’d be dealing with an aquarium expert.”

     For Dabi to say he wasn’t tempted would be a lie. There seemed to be a part of him -- a part that drowned out almost everything else -- that sought after destruction. It was in his nature, and who was he to go against nature? He was just one miserable being, after all. He cracked his fingers by his side, staples pulling on his skin. 

     “I’m not very smart, but 7,500 tonnes of water sounds like a whole lotta pressure for some glass. Kinda wild that this stuff isn’t bursting, don’t you think?” He knocked a knuckle against the cool surface that was keeping them dry. Truth was, he was still deliberating with himself whether or not he wanted to try to shatter through and fuck everyone else in the tunnel over. 

“Well, it is a strange, new place with many strange, yet interesting people. I believe that this is enough for some to find interesting, no?”

@kremations​ liked for a starter! // Dabi & Sylvia

Sylvia didn’t want to get a normal job.  She’d done the normal job thing and it sucked.  The thought of going to another soulless retail job to make ends meet made her want to cry.  She was going to have to see if there was some way to work as a TA at one of the schools, but that was going to require a lot of asking around and she wasn’t quite up for that yet.  No, there had to be a different way to make money.  

She wasn’t much of a singer or dancer, but she was quite skilled at the piano.  Getting a grand piano into the streets wasn’t going to work – firstly she couldn’t even afford it – so it seemed like busking was out of the question.  That was when inspiration struck.  What did all great witches do when they were down and out?  Read tarot cards of course!  The problem was she didn’t have any, so she’d have to make some money to buy a nice set.  Naturally, the next best thing down the line was palm reading.  It’d been a few years since she’d last sat down and done it seriously, but it seemed like as good a choice as any.  It was a bit like riding a bike: you never forget how to do it.

Sylvia had laid out a blanket under the astronomical clock in the Astrae Horologium Plaza.  She had painstakingly made a nice sign with her best handwriting offering palm readings for dirt cheap.  While she wasn’t normally one to underprice herself, now wasn’t the time to explain to every person who walked by why a palm reading is worth minimum $50.  She just required enough to get some groceries and a tarot deck; it didn’t matter how many greasy and sweaty palms she was going to have to touch.

So far Sylvia had made plenty to get groceries through the rest of the week, but she was desperate to get enough for the tarot deck.  She could make a lot more money reading cards.  Unfortunately, the Plaza was slowly but surely clearing out.  If she could get four more palms out of this day she’d be golden, but that was quickly looking more like a fantasy.  A man was walking through the Plaza near her looking quite bored.

“Hey!  Hey you!  Tall, dark, and creepy!  Want to get your palm read?  The future is literally in the palm of your hand.”

          Walking around had become a daily ritual. He didn’t have much to do in this place, let alone on any specific island, and it didn’t help that the trip to Achillia -- however it happened -- had left him more disoriented than he cared to admit. He figured early on that it would be best to get acquainted with this new world. He figured it would be easier for him to find a way back -- or adjust, but he wasn’t about to say that even to himself. 

     He found himself using one of the fanciest looking clocks he’d ever seen as an anchor as he walked through the island called Anemos. It was easy to spot from a distance, so he had no trouble breaking away and the moment he was unsure of where he was he could just go back towards the clock. Not that he’d used it much that day, getting lost was a part of mapping out a place after all. However, as the sun began to set slowly he figured it’d be best to wrap it up. 

     Already accustomed to the looks he received, he certainly wasn’t expecting to get waved down. Much less by a palm reader out in the square. He glanced at his hand then at her, eyebrow lifting ever so slightly. 

“And why would that be?~”

          He had never been a big fan of dogs. They were often loud, slobbery, and -- from his observations -- not the smartest of animals. Up until then, he wouldn’t have said that he hated them, he just didn’t really care of them, but the way this one stared up at him as he ate his cheeseburger on one of the park’s benches... well, his disinterest was teetering on extreme disdain. 

     The fire wielder looked left and right, trying to find whether or not this dog was here with someone or if it was a stray, and it was in that moment of distraction that the mutt took the burger right out of his hand. Immediately, Dabi was on his feet.

kalim: do you need more water to calm down? ‘v’

“Really? I think it’s rather interesting~”

eichi, squirting him with a water bottle: /chill/ out

          He couldn’t remember the last time he felt such peace. The anger that usually consumed him had bubbled down into a small corner of his mind. Maybe he’d felt this way some time in his childhood, but those memories had been locked away for his own benefit. It was strange. The peaceful feeling wasn’t a bad one, but it was unsettling none the less. He simply was not used to it. Still, he followed after a particularly strange looking fish through the underwater tunnel, stopping only when it swam too far for him to see.

     Though his aquatic companion had disappeared from view, Dabi stayed to continue watching the other fish that came and went. He wasn’t sure exactly how long he was down there before he finally chuckled to himself. His palm pressed against the cool surface that kept the water from spilling in.

          He wasn’t sure how he’d gotten here. Not Achillia -- though that was a valid question in of itself -- but rather this little store that was filled with plants and knickknacks. What was more surprising still was the fact that among those trinkets were pro hero toys. His blood boiled seeing figurines and posters of those phonies. Itching to set it all ablaze, his hand twitched by his side and he hesitated. As far as he’d seen, none of them were here. It didn’t rid him of his hatred, but rather eased it a bit. 

     “Tch, useless toys,” he made his way back towards the front of the store where the majority of displays consisted of plants. A particularly green, leafy one caught his eye. It was as he inched closer to it that he felt the pair of eyes that had been tracking him since he entered the shop.