#daggerinthedark

The bookworm swordsman cautiously looks around as this didn't look like Liyue nor Teyvat, curious golden irises glance around at his currently location as he decides to venture forth.

He could see a large structure just up ahead with some sort of odd looking gate? He couldn't tell as he tilts his head to the side in confusion, he decides not to approach the gate in case things got intense.

The vision on the side of his coat glimmering a bit as the energy within it sent out a strong aura, it might accidentally alert the so called gate.

-> Kikoru for Narumi

He  was  in  the  middle  of  a  game  on  his  phone  when  the  message  popped  up.  ANNOYED,  he  couldn't  just  pause  his  game  now,  no.  Though  it  was  going  to  take  a  lot  longer  than  five  minutes  to  finish  this  round.

Guess  he  was  going  to  be  legally  dead.

Haha,  Ha.  It  was  going  to  be  funny  when  he  replied  ten  minutes  later  to  her.

[  sms  -  kikoru  shinomiya  ]  Guess  I'm  dead  now.  I  can  live  with  that.

[  sms  -  kikoru  shinomiya  ]  I  was  playing  a  game  that  you  interrupted.

[  sms  -  kikoru  shinomiya  ]  And  yeah,  I  beat  my  level.  What  do  you  want?

[Unprompted]

It was a seemingly ordinary day--so William did wonder what the occasion was, until he read the little note affixed to the parcel, then looked inside.

@daggerinthedark asked: 🏤 Stepping into a house that gives off all the wrong vibes -> Cross for Allen

🞠~☔︎~🞠 Eerie Atmospheric Settings: Plot Starters 🞠~☔︎~🞠 Allen Walker 🞠~☔︎~🞠 Verse: Pierrot Prince ~ Main

    There aren't many people left in this village; the brickwork pockmarked with bullet holes and weeds choking the houses that haven't had occupants in more than a decade. Everything about it feels run down and tired ─ those that have remained are all getting on in their years. Allen can't see a single person younger than fifty; there are no children playing in the dusty streets, no teenagers making eyes at one another, no young adults preparing for the next stage in their life.

    "The inn closed down years ago." An old man carrying firewood back to his place says to Cross, raising a hand weathered with age and hard work to point to another. This one stands out; as the brickwork is white washed ( if very dirty ) and has an overgrown tangle of a garden to the left. "Yer welcome ta stay in the old Silvertongue residence. The missus died years ago, her son in the war like the rest o' the young men."

    Allen wanders off as the man continues to prattle, Timcanpy on his shoulder. He tries peering in through the window first, but it's so caked with dust that all he sees is grey. Then he tries the door, which has a very rusty handle, but opens with a moaning creak of the hinges and allows him to look inside.

✦ . 　⁺ 【 @daggerinthedark / STARTER CALL from a super long time ago ( Dazai ). 】 ⁺ 　 . ✦

˗ˏˋ *⠀★⠀‿︵⠀˗ˏˋ⠀𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕. There was no reason for them to enjoy doing dirty work for their captors. To them, it was STUPID that those men relied on a literal child to commit their atrocities while they sat around and did nothing. But⠀—⠀at least it allowed them to actually GO OUTSIDE for once.

⊱ ★ ⊰⠀˗ˏˋ⠀Still, the missions had their caveats. The Boss wouldn't have been happy if anything went wrong. And seeing this man in this rival hideout ? Definitely counted as something GOING WRONG.

⊱ ★ ⊰⠀˗ˏˋ⠀The smile doesn't leave their face despite the meeting between enemies. They were still intent on having their FUN.

⊱ ★ ⊰⠀˗ˏˋ⠀❛⠀Hi, DAZAI - SAN ! It's funny seeing you here !⠀❜

⊱ ★ ⊰⠀˗ˏˋ⠀❛⠀So I may or may not have CURSED a few people in this building ! But I hid my doll too so you can't find it ! Or maybe you can if you try REALLY hard !⠀❜

@daggerinthedark asked:" get up. we're going. " -> Cross for Allen

🞠~☔︎~🞠 "I CANNOT SHOW ANY WEAKNESS" PROMPTS 🞠~☔︎~🞠 Allen Walker 🞠~☔︎~🞠 Verse: Pierrot Prince ~ Main

    Already? Allen can only groan low in his throat as he's jostled awake. He sits up and yawns, rubbing at his sleepy eyes to see Cross already dressed and packed. Going to have to scramble double time to get ready himself. He's learned quickly that his master is not a patient man and has no problem leaving him behind to play catch up.

    "It's early though..." Or at least it feels early. He yawns again and stands to look out the window of the room they've rented. Yep, still dark. Heck, the streetlamps are still lit! Can't Allen just have another hour to sleep on the little cot he was shooed to?

Sharp coughs sound out as a individual slowly ventures through this strange world as it seemed to be night but the moon which made him uneasy with a question: why...does it have a weird looking face complete with a sickening grin and blood? Was he just imagining things here?

He weakly shook his head as he tried to find someone for aid on where he ended up but no one seemed to be around, he tilts his head a bit as he notices a strange building complete with...stitches? Weird decor.

His golden irises scan around before cautiously entering the weird building, the inside was too dark to make out any thing.

He gulps a little as he kept his dual bladed bow close in case he was suddenly ambushed as the bluish yellow marks begin to slowly appear up the right side of his neck, he decides to brave it as it wasn't dire to take out his medication yet.

All the while, he just can't seem to shake off the feeling: the feeling of being watched.