#handsel

Sketchbook pages with my dreamon babs. Yall know Hamme and The Bean of course.

“Hey, wait up!”

☆ . there was no point in continuing to hide from his classmates. he’s already run in to the one he dreaded the most-- the main cause of him staying away from the others, so why the hell not engage now? he knew celes was around, but god would he avoid speaking to her any chance he got. this seemed to be a good ice breaker. he had a soft spot for pets he wouldn’t speak about. 

send a pencil and i’ll draw your muse as a pokemon! | accepting

@handsel -> @horsefacedliar ->@tailented -> @affectedamygdalae

It was something of a ‘right place, right time’ kind of coincidence. Chihiro had met up with Ojiro after the two agreed that exploring the city was a smart move-- but doing it alone might have not been too safe. Or, well, Ojiro said that, and with Chihiro’s less-than-threatening silhouette they couldn’t find it in their heart to disagree. Of course, the first logical place to look was the large sinkhole in the middle of the island-- but there the two were greeted by a large crowd... And a floating, angel-like girl.

She spoke of beacons, placement, and reward. People ate it up immediately. Exploration with reward-- it seemed to be too good to be true, but the angell-like doll didn’t actually seem to mean any harm. Chihiro could only wonder what kind of A.I. was controlling the thing; it spoke with a human-like smoothness that was extremely difficult to code. Even Alter-Ego had it’s conversational hiccups.

“A team... I wonder if we should help too?” Chihiro let out a sigh, asking the question aloud, though mostly to themself. Looking around, they noticed more and more people lining up, in groups of two, three, even four. It was then their their eye caught onto someone familiar. 

“Ah, Celestia-san!” Chihiro called out. The gambler wasn’t too far either, and Chihiro noticed a second later she had company as well. It was nice to see another familiar face. With more help, perhaps it would make the beacon placement easier-- that is, if she was willing to help. Perhaps Chihiro was being a bit overzealous, but they couldn’t help but be just a little excited. The programmer waited for her approach before speaking again.

“Sheer, stupid curiosity, Owada-kun.”

The ironclad doors gave way, flew open from the force of his kick. The clang of impact echoed all throughout this fated encounter’s stage. A massive room, it was, with black-and-white tiled floors. The red bulkheads, spread over the walls and converging at the domed ceiling’s top, kinda gave the place a “cage match” vibe. 

An aesthetic that Travis Touchdown could appreciate.

Speaking of whom... He strutted forth. Blood Berry’ receiver resting on his shoulder, blade of light burning bright, somehow causing him neither discomfort nor pain. The otaku’s eyes were deadly serious, but at the same time?

The man couldn’t stop the cocky smirk. 

“Yo! Hero’s finally here! And for your sake, he better be just in time!” 

... Eh. I’d give that line a 5/10.