#deceptionarts

Mob is just crossing the street on his way home to Archimedes when he senses it, even with his weakened powers. The aura, the presence... it has to be an evil spirit. What else could it be?

Is it related to the “gods” that run this world? Is it something that’s dangerous to others? He doesn’t know. All he knows...

Is that he has to exorcise it.

But the strange thing is... he could have sworn the aura came from... the young boy that just passed by him, the boy with the seemingly permanent scowl on his face. Possession?

He turns towards the boy’s back and calls out to him.

Terrible Advice // Not Accepting

Welcome to beautiful Isola Radiale, Yashiro!

You’ll be staying in HOUSE 172!

You will be retain your regeneration at a quarter of its usual potency.

You will also be given a piece of paper with a poorly drawn Tamayo on it.

Enjoy your stay!

Was that kid staring at him? The intensity of those eyes... unnerving and not something that had any place being centered in a child’s skull.

Not that he wasn’t the first creepy child he’d seen, not by a longshot. The Medic simply hated being stared at.

     cotes ward had become something of a sanctuary, but after pacing the same streets back and forth every day, he felt it was finally time to graduate from his routine. Fibonacci Ward was the first on his list. Figuring the place was renowned for its grand canyon, he thought it’d appeal more to his nature side, but, of course, he was a fool for thinking it wouldn’t turn him on his head. 

A demon walking by, but not a vicious one. At least he will not be vicious now, nor will be be vicious toward him. There will be a time and place where Yushiro will become vicious, and it will be in the favor of his children.

But the simple act of walking will occur soon, and therefore Kagaya waits patiently with his hands folded neatly in his lap.

The next set of footsteps he hears - and there had been nobody else - must be the demon. Unless he decided to take an alternate route.

“Yushiro?”

puppyhood sure was a simpler time. 

legosi tightly packed the snow in his palms, sitting against the barrier which he hid behind. well. it was now or never. without hesitation the young wolf sprung up from his spot, throwing the snowball as far and hard as he could. 

wait. that wasn’t supposed to be his target--

“ WAHH! NO NO NO-- HEY! WATCH OUT! ” 

Crowley quite likes red light districts. All that temptation in one place, just begging for a slight nudge. They sure made his job easier over the millennium. You know, when he still had a job. Now he’s just taking a saunter there for old times’ sake. Plus, he hasn’t been in this city’s red light district yet. It’s not all that different from any other red light district as far as he’s seen so far.

Including its share of creepy lurkers.

“Looking for sssomething?” He asks with a friendly enough grin, though his eyes are narrowed suspiciously behind his sunglasses.