#eggshellfawn

Send me “alt!” and I’ll introduce you to a character I’ve rped in the past, want to play in the future or are currently playing somewhere else! | (open!)

“Now that sounds like a job for the Legendary Hero herself! I’m off! ... Wh-What do you mean that’s the wrong way!?”

Dropped for you!

5 minutes.

Ashen wings cast barely a shadow over the monsters under the eclipse. Looming over the small child, they paid no mind to it. Within those few minutes, ice would spike forth from his sword as it pierced the ground. Cracking instantly in the quake of the impact, cold wind and debris would launch the creatures into the air, impaling themselves as they fell.

Turning around quickly, the form of the man who had saved her would disappear in red mist, surrounding her like a thick cloud. With it she is caught and lifted with it as it weaves through the carnage.

Into safety, the mist gently puts her down, reforming into man only a few steps away.

Mirai let out a long sigh. This was the fifth time she had opened the fridge, as if opening it and staring at the sad looking contents would make something new appear. Her stomach grumbled loudly, aching for a good meal, but with few ingredients, questionable cooking skills, and currency she wasn’t familiar with, she had very few options. After another sigh, she carefully examined the fridge once more. There were some eggs and cheese, both of which were seemingly okay, so she finally settled for a simple omelette. It couldn’t be that hard... 

As soon as she closed the fridge door, Mirai immediately met eyes with a young girl who had been standing behind it and she jumped back in surprise.

dante has never beaten his brother in a single video game, and probably never will. he has the reflexes, and the hand eye coordination, but can never muster the patience or focus to get good at a game — not the way his brother does. shit’s scary, dude. he won’t sleep. he won’t eat. only king of fighters now.

RAINBOW CREAM

dante has a soft spot for beaches. volleyball, swimming, surfing, taking a snooze under an umbrella, playing frisbee with your (maybe a god?) dog pal — can’t go wrong with any of that! he likes crowded beaches, because what good is a beach if you’re just gonna sit around in the shade by yourself, vergil… but, sometimes, when he needs a bit of solitude, he goes somewhere quiet, without a soul around, to think. the sound of the waves can be very… soothing. if helps him think.

or rather, not think.

TUXEDO STRAWBERRY

how dante got his infamous red leather duster is an interesting story. looks like something way, way, way too rich for his blood, right? right. well, for once in his life, and only this once, he got damn lucky. 

he found it in a dumpster.

specifically, he found it in a dumpster behind the group home he was living in, just before getting his own place. what a waste, he thought. look at that leather. might as well be mooing! that cow went and died for nothin’ at all. 

he learned later that one of the former residents had just moved out— some weeb, kind of shy, kept to their room, dante didn’t talk much to ‘em— and for whatever reason, they didn’t wanna take their hand made, designer, shibuya stylin’ coat with them. something about a ‘‘fresh start’. well, dante couldn’t blame them for that. they could all use one of those ‘round here.

…but, hey, you know what they say — one man’s trash is another man’s treasure, right? 

the directors were… not pleased that he went dumpster diving, again, after being told, again, that he didn’t have to anymore, he wasn’t homeless. but, it would be a waste, and this would be something that was his, only his. not a foster parent’s, not the state’s, not even his parent’s. this was his coat. 

so sure, why not. wasn’t like the leather had gone bad.

He hadn’t really considered it since his chat with Jack, but the weapon he’d been given in place of his 941 was looking pretty sorry for itself. Really, they couldn’t have just given him the bullets to throw at people, rather than a near-literal pea-shooter? Through half-lidded eyes, he absently squeezed the trigger to launch pellets at old bottles and cans with a satisfying ping sound. They weren’t going to break any time soon, but at least it kept his eye sharp.

At the very least, sharp enough to catch a spectator to his 'training'. Someone that seemed very, very young... Great, a kid was just what he needed. In the moment, he couldn’t tell if he was more surprised that one had approached him of all people, or that whoever had brought him here had also thought it was a good idea to take a child with him, especially in a pile of ruins.

Welcome to scenic Radiale, Frisk!

You’ll be living in TOWNHOUSE 230!

You’ll be able to hope and dream five times a day!

You’ll keep your locket, and be given a wooden knife!

Enjoy your stay!