#hatredcantsave

Hikaru was just wasting her time browsing to the internet with her phone, watching funny clips. She had her giggles and such it seems that the other might need help, ask for something or all of the above. 

If there was anything good about all of this diamond covering the city’s architecture, it was that the means to cut through it were readily available. Nanami figured that that was also a bad thing, since that meant more things had just been entombed in more diamond. A catch 22 sort of thing (whatever that was). 

Her apartment’s front entrance had been covered in more shiny facets an hour after it seemed like some of the other residents had broken through it. Having carved an exit out of her window earlier, she wasn’t in the mood to climb up the side of the building and cut another square to get back into her own room. Nanami didn’t know the rest of her neighbors all that well, but she figured that creating an entrance through the front, however temporary as be, would be convenient for all of them. 

She had been in the middle of sawing into the diamond-covered doors with her wooden sword-turned-diamond-cutter until she heard the sound of awkward footsteps on the uneven ground behind her. Thinking it was someone who might be here for the same reason, she turned around.

Her eyes turned colder once she registered the person’s face.

“Oh... It’s you.“

@hatredcantsave​

There’s no two ways about it: calling this a wooden sword is a little overgenerous. It’s more accurately a curved stick with a bit of cloth tied around it for a grip.

He’d unthinkingly grabbed it, used to worse on a bad rotation (the recycling tubes did a lot, but they weren’t angels, just... well... tubes) but it kind of stood that in a kingdom awash in dead bodies you generally had the luxury that it was also littered in weapons.

Here was a clean, bright city people lived in, with stores that sold... actual practical things someone might live with, and Prisoner was just... out of luck entirely.

Leaving him with a piece of ambitious firewood dangling at his side.

The good news was that with all these people around- and his mysterious little message machine that he’d acquired- he really could just ask somebody. He’d even already formulated the message.

Hi, this isn’t a threat, but I’m used to mortal peril and need something stronger than a wooden sword, do you know where I can get that?

Now he just needed to... show somebody.

His first reflex- to just hand his phone to the only other person in the area- meant that he had accidentally presented it to...

... he’d eat his scarf if she was older than fifteen.

“ Strange. Can I help you in any way? “ 

He sighed as he saw yet another seemingly abandoned child from his drone. Apparently this city was teeming with them. Where were all the parents? Human children weren’t self-sufficient until a certain age, and the tiny girl on the street below him was certainly too young to be left by herself.

Forgetting whatever it was he’d been searching for, he landed his drone in front of the small human and noticed something... unusual. (Has someone given her a GUN?!) If he had been less restrained at that moment, he would have thrown all of his arms up in the air and rolled his eye in exasperation. He was quickly losing faith in humans’ ability to take care of their young. Not that he ever had much faith to begin with, given his prior experiences.

He very slowly peaked out of his drone, trying to appear as unintimidating as possible (quite a feat when you’re purple, have six arms, one eye, and are distinctly not-human). He didn’t want to startle her. While he was sure that a few bullet holes wouldn’t really damage his code, seeing a child accidentally hurt themselves was one of the last things he wanted.

“Hey, kiddo...” He tried a friendly, calm voice.

[it wasn't that shiroki wasn't used to coming across those of similar moral persuasions, of bloodied hands and dirty knives. he just didn't entirely expect to come across those with his same profession.]

[he had started to take up work again, slowly, deliberately, silently. underground... or as underground as he could get with whatever forces that surround spirale watching his every move. he hadn't been stopped yet, and so he figured he had the okay to resume his reign, his work, his... art, if you will.]

[he was in the middle of his job - non player pinned to the floor by a booted foot, teeth gripping the pavement, when shiroki felt more than just spirale's eyes creeping down his back. it made him tense, grip his knives just a bit tighter, swivel calculated and soft to face the entrance of the dead end alleyway he had situated himself in for this endeavor.]

[and at the sight, he narrowed his eyes, grinding his heel further into the mans head almost as an intimidation tactic, the scene still except for the victims quiet sobs.]

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yo im bout to start crying. ive never been thanked for rping a muse before??? i didnt realize anyone even cared much for me rping licht alongside hazy rping hyde @yuiitsu-muni . for a while i also rped kuro @oneneetblackcat but with work being so hectic, ive since dropped everyone but jon kent. im surprised someone else knows the series, and im so glad someone else knows it??

sadly i dont know if ill be bringing licht back to isola. after the hassle of people not reading his app and arguing with me about how their muse would tear his dreams of being an angel from him, and arguing with me the mun about licht’s species, i just cant bring myself to comfortably rp him in here anymore. which is a shame, because i love rping him so much. hes so weird and funny.

Leaning back heavily on the scrap heap he’d been shifting though, Shulk heaved a big sigh. He’d been searching through just this pile for hours looking for the red sword. He’d had no luck finding it so far, and he wasn’t even sure that it was in the city, but it was his only real hope of getting things back to normal.

Taking in his surroundings, he noticed it was getting darker and colder. Soon it would be night. He pulled his parka back on, and even though it was super warm, he knew it wouldn’t be a good idea to sleep outside where something could attack him. He figured his best bet would be to make his way back to the building he’d woken up in, if he could find it again.

Suddenly, he noticed someone staring at him. He stared back at the little girl, not really knowing what to say. He had never been the best at starting conversations... Wait, was that a gun they were holding? (Wow! The adults must really, really trust her!) None of the kids in his Colony were allowed to have real weapons!

Though he’d been momentarily distracted, Shulk started to feel a sense of urgency as it continued to grow dark. Maybe this girl was lost too? He guess he had to be the one to speak first, as she was still silent.

“Hello. I’m Shulk!” He walked towards her holding his hand out.