REBLOGS

Pinju began to juggle the blades in the middle of the street.For the performer it was another wednesday, trying to show off his own prowess. Granted maybe using his own agility might be considered as cheating.  He continued to juggle until he unfortunately walked into someone. Pinju’s mouth was wide open. 

“Look out!” Pinju screamed watching in horror, unsure where the blades will land. 

DIMA GARDNER called into ORACLE FM. They were a little bit STRAIGHTFORWARD & JUDGEMENTAL at first, but we kept them talking until they got a little DETERMINED & FORGIVING. They said they’ve been working as UNEMPLOYED, and thinking about aligning themselves with N/A since they have been living in Nova Satus for THIRTY-NINE YEARS, and from what we can tell, they still give off huge THE CLICKING OF A MECHANICAL KEYBOARD, LONG NIGHTS AWAKE & THE COLOGNE COVERING THE SMELL OF WET ROT vibes . [JASON RALPH, ZOMBIE, CIS MALE, UNKNOWN, HE/HIM ]

PENELOPE STRAUSS called into ORACLE FM. They were a little bit ANXIOUS & NAIVE at first, but we kept them talking until they got a little DEVOTED & RESPONSIBLE. They said they’ve been working as A TEACHER, and thinking about aligning themselves with NO ONE since they have been living in Nova Satus for FIVE YEARS, and from what we can tell, they still give off huge VASES FULL OF BRIGHTLY COLOURED DAISIES, NAME WRITTEN IN CHALK, COLLECTION OF COFFEE MUGS, FROZEN DINNERS & A PERPETUALLY FULL LAUNDRY BASKET vibes . [BRITTANY SNOW, HUMAN, CIS WOMAN, THIRTY ONE, SHE / HER]

BO PINJUI  called into ORACLE FM. They were a little bit -CARELESS  & -ECOCENTRIC at first, but we kept them talking until they got a little +EXCITING & +DARING.  They said they’ve been working as STREET PERFORMER and thinking about aligning themselves with TU'ER SHEN since they have been living in Nova Satus for  3 MONTHS, and from what we can tell, they still give off huge WEEK OLD LAUNDRY STILL WAITING TO BE WASHED, HYPNOTIC NOVELITY GLASSES WORN BY A CHILD, LUCKY CHARMS SCATTERED ACROSS THE ROOM vibes . [SAM LIN, DEITY (SUN WUKONG), CIS MAN,  UNKNOWN, HE/THEM ]

Location: Baba Yaga’s Waffle Shop

Stepping out of the Waffle Shop, Senan let out an exasperated sigh. The risk of going there and ended up someplace else was always a factor. Thankfully, it seemed the other customers were equally as confused. “Where do you think it dropped us off this time?”

The setting sun spilled the last of its warmth over the cover of leaves and branches. The forest itself buzzed with life from every inch and corner. Yet all of it, even the sun, fell on blind senses. The only thing he could hear was the low groan of twisted wood. A body, just below the height of his knee, shifted and formed until it was fully built. Twin slits opened to reveal nothing but a gaping mass of darkness. Phantom like tendrils smoked from the orifice; dissipating into thin air as wisps.

The golem he had created was one of the most common types his past coven had summoned. Except his was all sorts of wrong. The thick bark that made up the being’s body was gnarled and half withered where it should’ve been glossy from good health. From cleansed health.

If his magic had been kept pure then the results would’ve come out drastically different. Well, the appearance would have been at least. The power of which the tree spirit contained was just the same, albeit more corrupted. His creation remained idle in all of it’s ghastly stature, and he remained lost in thought with his hand rubbing at the scruff on his face.

No matter what angle he wanted to view this at, Emmerick had to face that this was the embodiment of how far he had fallen. From the purity of nature to the curse of the damned – this was what he is to this day.

He didn’t hear or sense another presence come close. It wasn’t until the golem turned it’s head to peer at something past him, did Emmerick realize they had company. Even when he craned his neck to see who it was, he didn’t utter a single word. A simple motion of his hand and the golem crumbled within itself, crushed into the organic matter it had once been birthed from. 

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full name ; andras ’ andrew { don’t do it } ’ powell age ; 34 birth year ; october 28 , 1987 { scorpio flex } build ; athletic , 5'9 , 171 lbs hair color ; jet black sexual orientation ; fluid status / species ; wrath demon / { with a sprinkle of } filthy human bitch occupation ; underground fighter current residence ; nova satus / city life { 34 years }

fc ; finn wittrock

member note ; i’ve decided not to take this intro too seriously since i’ve had a week to do it and here i am , winging it , on schedule . i’ll keep this short and sweet , consider this a pt 1 to a delicious and infinite journey .

THEO MARX called into ORACLE FM. They were a little bit CYNICAL & INVASIVE at first, but we kept them talking until they got a little SMOOTH & ADAPTABLE. They said they’ve been working as LAWYER, and thinking about aligning themselves with NONE since they have been living in Nova Satus for EIGHT MONTHS, and from what we can tell, they still give off huge THE SWISHING LAST MARK OF A SIGNATURE, A PIERCING SMILE THAT KNOWS TOO MUCH, AND THE ROAR OF A CLASSIC CAR COMING TO LIFE vibes . [RICHARD MADDEN, VAMPIRE, MALE, 323, HE/HIM ]

LUCIANO ROSAS called into ORACLE FM. They were a little bit SADISTIC & EGOCENTRIC at first, but we kept them talking until they got a little INSIGHTFUL & IMPERIOUS. They said they’ve been working as CLUB OWNER/BOOKIE, and thinking about aligning themselves with NO ONE since they have been living in Nova Satus for FORTY YEARS, and from what we can tell, they still give off huge THE SWEET SOUNDING SYMPHONY OF SORROW ON THE LIPS OF LOSING SOUL, BLACK DUFFEL BAGS HOLDING CRISP STACKS OF CASH, AND A WHITE HANDKERCHIEF CLEANING BLOODIED KNUCKLES.

HARI GANATRA called into ORACLE FM. They were a little bit STUBBORN & CARELESS at first, but we kept them talking until they got a little LOYAL & DETAIL-ORIENTED.  They said they’ve been working as a TATTOO ARTIST, and thinking about aligning themselves with NO ONE since they have been living in Nova Satus for A MONTH, and from what we can tell, they still give off huge LOUNGING IN THE WOODS, RAINY DAYS, FLORAL ART, ROMANTIC AND PLATONIC CUDDLING vibes . [NAOMI SCOTT, FAMILIAR (CHITAL DEER), CIS WOMAN, 45, SHE/HER ]

CHAROS GALANIS called into ORACLE FM. They were a little bit GREEDY & TRACITURN at first, but we kept them talking until they got a little DILIGENT & OBSERVANT.  They said they’ve been working as A TAXI DRIVER, and thinking about aligning themselves with HADES since they have been living in Nova Satus for FIFTY YEARS and from what we can tell, they still give off huge THE DULL CLINK OF COINS, AN UNSPOKEN CHILL RIGHT DOWN TO THE BONES, THE MONOTONY OF EVERDAY ROUTINE vibes . [PABLO SCHREIBER, PSYCHOPOMP (CHARON), CIS MALE, UNKNOWN, HE/HIM ]

TIP ANEJA called into ORACLE FM. They were a little bit SKETCHY &  DECEITFUL at first, but we kept them talking until they got a little ADAPTIVE & VENTURESOME.  They said they’ve been working as a COURIER, and thinking about aligning themselves with N/A since they have been living in Nova Satus for SEVEN YEARS, and from what we can tell, they still give off huge THE RUSH OF EXCITEMENT FROM SOMETHING SHINY, MIDNIGHT CAR RIDES WITH THE MUSIC AT FULL BLAST, A CHEWED TOOTHPICK PINCHED BETWEEN MOLARS vibes .

LUCIANA “LUCI” MORALES called into ORACLE FM. They were a little bit FERAL & NOSY at first, but we kept them talking until they got a little SNEAKY & INTUITIVE. They said they’ve been working as SANITATION SPECIALIST, and thinking about aligning themselves with NO ONE since they have been living in Nova Satus for FIVE YEARS, and from what we can tell, they still give off huge MELTED COTTON CANDY, A SLIVER OF MOONLIGHT ON THE DIRTY PAVEMENT & THREATENING TO BITE SOMEONE WITH A STRAIGHT FACE vibes . [LINDSEY MORGAN, SHIFTER, CIS WOMAN, THIRTY, SHE/HER]

“How’s eve–” Words were cut short as the telltale signs of movement began. Nothing happened at first to the unknowing. Avaley seemed to had gone stock still for nothing, but she felt the faintest tremor beneath her feet. 

Then it shifted.

Concrete crumbled and beams groaned as the waffle shop’s entirety seemed to lift in the midnight air. A thunderous thump, thump, thump echoed among the flickering lights within the interior. And all she did was wonder how many poor souls were experiencing this for the first time. 

How many of them would blabber stark accuracies about the legs that moved the Baba Yaga’s abode – only to be shot down with pretty lies and nonchalance?