#captivefighter

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Jack had his hands on the kid’s arm, staring at the NPCs right in front of them. “Are you sure that’s going to hit them? Those are just playing cards!” Jack pointed at the cards in the kid’s hand.

Being here again meant that the strange device a cellphone she had never manage to figure out the use of previously. Yet again having her curiosity piqued by it, the doll decided to fiddle around with it whilst sitting in a lone park tree.

“Araa, this is stupid.”

@checkfinisher -> @shallowgod -> @captivefighter

there was once a girl who was deprived of the very essence of humanity, the aspect of emotions. To have never felt those feelings of butterflies which flickered about encased in their skeletal prison, to have never felt the feeling of elation when someone pressed a smile upon one’s guise. A cruel world perhaps, but this was one where she once called her reality. A doll of marble they called her, a girl incapable of seeing even the brightest colors of a kaleidoscope. The world she once saw was different. The ideal of a fantastical world filled with individuals frolicking and prancing about amid a field was nonsensical and far-fetched to her, unrealistic almost. 

all she saw was black and white. A monochrome world where nothing ever cried or simply uttered even a single syllable. Solemn maybe yet it was what was labelled as her haven.

except that this was all in the past, but the present is not much different. There was a time where she met two individuals which welcomed a new section of her heart which had been left untouched for what felt like eons. The very nature of friendship had been misunderstood on her part, and the key to unchaining the lock upon her heart was simply sitting right in front of her eyes. Though that very feeling submerged within all the emptiness which existed. The doll stood unaccompanied on a nearby field of greenery located close to the park of the city, a digit held out in the nothingness of the air with a zephyr prancing about. Within seconds, a delicate butterfly landed aloft her very finger and began to reside there for the time being. 

amber spheres examined the creature with curiosity and intent, taking in every ink and detail which were painted on the individual’s wings. Except a quick rustle in the near distance had been too much for the petite creature, pressuring it to take wing and be on its way. During the time of its flight, Dlanor had incidentally heard a phrase which her name had partook in, which entailed a quick analysis of her surroundings. 

IT’S DIFFICULT TO SEE EVERYONE TORN APART LIKE THIS

Max was pretty good with directions, if he thought so himself! And he was, there was no doubt about it. But here’s the thing: he’s good if he has a map, or some form of directions.

He had absolutely no idea where he was. 

He rubbed at his arm lightly, biting down on the back of his tongue as his eyes scanned the area in hopes of finding maybe...something familiar? The chances of that happening were slim to none. Eventually, he gave up and threw his arms down to his sides, making his way up to a stranger and tapped their shoulder.

Raziel had found himself beyond lost, he was unfamiliar in this city and wandering the streets was doing nothing but throwing him further into the maze. He figured to turn around and head back, maybe somebody was around that could show him the way to his housing. He turned to the nearest person he could find,