#gravitysuited

Midna was sitting so patiently in the shadow of Samus’s porch, after having waited so long for Samus to finally exit—a.k.a like, two minutes, but to a wolf, that might as well be hours! When Samus stepped right over the shadow Midna was in, she couldn’t believe it, how dare she not stop and give her candy? Never mind the fact that Samus had no idea she was there.

So Midna rematerialized from the shadows directly behind Samus and got right to the point. “Treats?!”

The Broken Vessel had heard the rumors about this cavern in the City of Glass. A cavern of truth and lies; a cave system with twisting, turning tunnels and (supposedly) mysterious properties, turning anyone who uttered a lie while enclosed within the stone walls lost in both physical body and in spirit. Leaving them mindless, soulless... hollow.

Normally, one would have to wonder why anyone in their right mind would willingly choose to go to such a place; the little vessel was staring right up at the entrance, listening to the quiet stillness of the night around xem as they occasionally looked up at the stars up above. Xey kept taking in deep breaths, kicking pebbles at xyr feet away from themselves and starting to walk inside before heading right back out again. They were scared.

...but the fact that they were filled with fear, that they could feel, was exactly the reason xey were here, wasn’t it? They didn’t want to be imperfect anymore. They didn’t want to remember being abandoned anymore. Didn’t want to remember the cracking, the burning, the rage. They didn’t want to remember any of it. Right now, xey couldn’t forget.

But maybe this mysterious cave could fix that.

Unfortunately for xem, right as they mustered up the bravado needed to step inside for real, a stranger came walking up besides xem. The vessel froze in place, nerves crashing down on xem once again as they tilted their head back to look at the human.

|| CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT || Not Accepting

@gravitysuited​ ASKED: 04 & 08!

04:  A memory that your character cherishes

   It wasn’t anything very good; the same kind he had on his own bed. A thin, roll-up shikibuton he’d found cheap at a store downtown. It was the best thing he could find that wasn’t as expensive as a full mattress.

   He’d been sitting there twiddling his thumbs and staring at the set-up he made on the spare bedroom when he heard the door open. He started instinctively, before sitting back down again with a small huff. She came home.

   He didn’t get up to greet her; he knew that she knew that he was home. Probably. He’d started taking off his shoes at the door now, so she’d see them on the mat. He only had one pair after all.

   It was a minute before he heard the knock on his door. “Can I come in?” He was nervous. They had talked about her possibly getting a proper bed, but was it over-stepping boundaries having it set up in his own room? Was it too much to assume she would be okay with sharing a room?

   “Yes.” He could hear her hesitating before the door creaked open, those bright teal eyes, soft blonde hair peering in as he turned to meet her gaze. “I brought us some stuff to eat, did you move my...” He watched as she trailed off, her eyes flicked up to look at the once-empty bed frame now holding her things on it’s new mattress.

   It was quiet for a moment before a smile grew on her face, pink dusting her cheeks in the most ethereal way (IS SHE UPSET WITH YOU? ARE YOU FORCING THIS?)

   “You... Is that my stuff, are you...? You want me to...?”

   The hug is the last reaction he had expected, but despite the internal doubts, he welcomes it all the same, arms wrapping around her waist loosely. He doesn’t remember the last time he’d been hugged, and it’s overwhelming in the best way possible.

8:  Something that makes your character laugh

  It’s a weird thing hearing someone who doesn’t talk and doesn’t emote laugh; his face doesn’t change much, and the sound is breathy and soft.

“Ah, so they do work!” she softly exclaimed into the walkie-talkie, followed by an even softer laugh. Being in the discount bin as they were, she assumed that was because they were faulty. But after handing one to Samus and taking the other just around the corner—and not even out of earshot anyway—it seems that they’re still functional after all.

“I don’t know what I might use these for... but it can’t hurt to have them anyway.”

...

Oh yeah, she almost forgot.

“In a way, I suppose that... yes, I am in something of a bind...”

Nothing dangerous or anything, nothing that would require any sort of physical altercation to solve. But the fact of the matter is she would still consider this trouble: someone had entrusted her to watch their bag while they said they would ‘be right back’ and then the bag had simply... vanished. Into thin air.

Rosalina had no way to tell that it was the person themselves that teleported it away and was watching from afar, playing some sort of a joke on her, so she was very worried that she had somehow messed up, and that the other would be angry with her when they got back, deservedly so. She was looking for it and, apparently, must have looked quite worried.

Welcome!

You’ll be staying in HOUSE 110

You’ll be given a bb gun!

Enjoy your stay!

Dropped!

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Samus!

You’ll be housed in Apartment 331!

You’ll receive a wetsuit. You’ll also receive a bb gun.