One eye on the setting sun. His movements stiff as he regards the island as a whole. It feels like... a accident waiting to happen. Its been a few hours since he arrived and so far, its been one confusion after another. 

 “... “ 

Though Enjel isn’t sure she’ll ever be able to get used to this place, she can’t say she completely hates how much there is to see and do here. Should this be the real world she’d so desperately wanted to see, then all of this chaos is supposed to be part of the human experience... And even if it isn’t, it’s something new. No black void, no red carpets, no mirrors, and no pumpkins. She should be grateful just for the change of scenery, shouldn’t she?

For example: in the Cotes ward, there are trees that near-constantly shed pink flower petals. Inexhaustibly, as if the flowers somehow have an infinitely replenishing supply of petals to shed. On a sunny day like this, Enjel can’t help but stop to watch, and she eventually finds herself holding out her cupped hands to catch a few as they come her way.

“What is this?” The question is posed aloud to the stranger standing near her: an individual that doesn’t seem much older than herself, head tucked away in a purple hood. It’s hard to tear her eyes from the petals, but she gives the other a furtive sidelong glance. “Um... I mean, what kind of flower is this? I’ve never seen anything like it before.”

     Moving deeper into the city, it seems the sudden invasion of enemies swarmed more than the beach. She makes haste towards areas that could hold people yet catch them off guard if a fiend should suddenly appear. No longer equipped with the heavy artillery she is so used to in naval warfare, Atago has only her wooden kendo sword to assist her determination. Although blunt, it can easily slice through the rotting flesh of these Shamblers, decapitating and removing the threats aimed at her. Antics like these can only leave her white uniform so clean for so long. 

     Her resolve strengthens when she eyes a younger girl standing alone. 

She’d been putting herself well and truly into the thick of things, but even Tressa knew it was because she was scared. Following a sound that is clearly one of the ‘ghosts’, hoping to find someone still alive being pursued by one, she swallows back her fear. It was a merchant’s duty to bring smiles to their clients’ faces. If her clients were in this place now, then...

“A-are you alright?!” Sure enough, the noise brings her to a girl -- rather handsome if she did say so herself. Though, she would much rather the stranger not be bleeding. “I have a first aid kit! Please let me help you!”

              “mmf! this meat! it’s so good—!”

appreciative words are called out as she chews away, amazed at how barely anyone’s touched the specific dish she’s referring to: an unknown meat covered in an equally unknown sauce (black and lumpy, looking awfully suspicious by ordinary standards). with just a tiny spot on her cheeks from the frenzy she’d found herself in, momo whirls around—and promptly dumps the remainder of her mysterious black meat onto a stranger’s hoodie.

silence ensues as she stares at the spot in horror, then slowly raises her gaze to the stranger’s. not a flicker of recognition is visible in momo’s eyes, with her expression instead reading a big, fat oops. “ah... ahaha... haha... i’m so sorry!”

“...This is an island right? ...But..I haven’t seen any water. ...Besides the fog--but the fog is water vapor ...not a...um..its not a ocean or anything like that. ...So...why is it a island??”

Did you know. That death sometimes come back when you least expect it. The dead were out in full force as Angeal stood still, his eyes open for anything as he stood with a few others on top of the roof, his breathing silent. 

Random headcanon

Does your muse sing well? Regardless of whether they sing well or not, do they enjoy singing?

Eddie actually sings surprisingly very well, however it’s something he hardly does. His voice is low and a little scratching but he picks up tone naturally, the only place he sings is in the shower as he is under the impression that his singing is not good since he only does this when he’s in a good mood and relaxed and alone. He does enjoy it.

And now he’s not alone; Venom enjoys it when Eddie sings.