#hcstofthevoid

@hcstofthevoid​ sent:  " C'mooooon. Just put on the pickle costume once! "

“Where did you even get that costume?... Did someone give it to you?” Because it looks like it was meant for him. That he belonged in it. It was unnatural the calling that costume made! All the more reason for him to decline! 

Minato and his fellow investigators had just finished wrapping up an investigation inside one of Japan’s most notoriously haunted locations, there were several locations all around Japan that were haunted, and tonight’s investigation had been chalk full of captured evidence, they had gotten in contact with several spirits of all forms and types, some kind, a big handful of them being malevolent and aggressive. As Takashi and Zero went to collect the remaining static image night vision cameras, Minato finished cleaning up the strips of tape they had left on the ground to mark where the static camera’s had been placed while they explored the other rooms during their investigation there.

With the strips of tape cleaned up and put into the garbage, Minato began to start bringing in the monitors used for nerve center one by one, he had brought about three out of ten so he still had a lot of work left. After loading up the fourth one, during his venture back inside to grab more, he ran into Takashi while Zero went to grab more monitors.

[{ 👻 }] - “Minato, go ahead and record your ending dialogue, me and Zero will handle the rest of the monitors.”

He nods.

[{ 🦋 }] - “Alright, thanks guys, I’ll be out shortly.”

After that, he walks back inside the mansion and retrieves the camcorder he always used to record his final dialogue, he always tried to carefully pick his words to make his final closing dialogue as dramatic as he could, but made sure to never overkill it like he sometimes did a few times during his debut season, a mistake he was quick to correct. Taking one final walk through the home, he goes through every room to make sure that they had all their gear and equipment, the last thing he wanted to do was accidentally forget any piece of gear, it was very expensive after all, the latest model of modern day Paranormal Hunting equipment. 

Confirming that all of their stuff was packed into the van, Minato returned to the living room and began to record audio:

[{ 🦋 }] - “The Akasaka Weekly Mansion, once a prominent home for several people during its time, now a permanent home for spirits, entities of all shapes and forms. During this experience, we felt the pain, sadness, rage and despair that all the victims here had felt, an overwhelming and suffocating feeling full of negativity all accounted for due to its dark history. Through all we have captured, once thing is very clear, these spirits, have no plans of le--whaaaat the hell?”

He was almost finished his recording, but just before he could finish his closing words, seemingly out of nowhere, what looked like some sort of portal or rip in space and time manifested and out came a young girl with purple hair and sharp yellow eyes. Just what was going on here? This was obviously not due to any ghost, this girl was here right in front of him after literally walking into here out of nowhere. He stops his recording, he caught the sound of her appearing in his tape, so he’d have to re-record. 

[{ 🦋 }] - “Uhhh..... hi there? uhm...did you just come through a portal?”

He was very confused, but this girl, didn’t seem to think it was strange, maybe she had done this type of thing before. While he appears dumbfounded, his reaction quickly changes.

Away from the hustle and bustle of city downtown, the nights are blissfully quiet. There’s a few lights still lit among the other buildings - some unfortunate employees working overtime, the usual night owls...but for the most part, everyone has gone to sleep.

One person is still awake, though, leaning quietly against an open window as her hair fluttered in the night breeze. Upon hearing a sound, Fu Hua opened her eyes.

@hcstofthevoid​ sent: Fate!HoV: Give me your credit card.

Unfortunately, Kiana is not that competent. But she is reckless. And what she lacks in competent, she makes up for with bravery and sass. Hence is the reason she found herself back-to-back with Wylan, who also happened to be in the area, handling his own business, when the hordes of undead became just a bit too much to ignore.

But to Kiana, this was nothing more than target practice -- and experience for when she eventually becomes a hero whose name will be sung in the generations to come. And for Wylan? Well, who knows, maybe he’s enjoying this too.

Enjoying it enough to share banter, huh?

“ Heh, you really think I’m that tired, old man? “ She teases, fingers curling around the grip of her bat, already winding up for another beat-down. “ I bet you I can take out half this horde before you, so if you wanna keep up, I suggest you start fighting! “

And so she charged, with a bat in hand, ready to crack some skulls for the sake of her own pride (and i guess her & wylan’s safety, too)

@hcstofthevoid​ from here.

Wylan would argue there’s a lot more in that quality drum she calls a head making up for her lack of apparent competence. Of course, how many would say the same for him? Many. If not outright doubting his actual skill in battle if they had not been witness to it already. Those who saw him in the moment still find it hard to believe, that the lazy instructor actually had force behind their words. He’s also old. Wait. What?

“What did you call me? What the fuck? Is this how you talk to Himeko? You know she and I… we’re the same age, right? Hey! Get the fuck back he— ugh, later then.” The challenge had already been poised and the spritely young lady was making true to her word. Though she’d been knocked down a moment before she moved again as if it hadn’t even happened. Damnit. He can’t help but grin. She’s a good kid. But it won’t save her from a beating or harassment later over that comment.

“Guess I better not hold back then. If my student shows me up there could be rumors.” A hand runs through his hair before his sword is summoned before him, wind carrying the weapon to his hand like a feather so it can be drawn from its scabbard. The same summoned energy carries him forward, a whirlwind of steel as he cuts into the frontline of the staggering horde. A straggler is gripped by the neck and used as a projectile, tossed with honkai-energy aided force into another group.

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