#illusixnry

❝Well, that didn’t go the way I expected it to go.❞ Dabi watches the group of men scamper away from him, their clothes in flames and their arms flailing in the air. He redirects his eyes back to the kid who had just been previously harassed by the thugs who are now screaming and rolling down the pavement in an attempt to kill the flames.  

They are lucky. The Goose has not chosen them. The Goose is waiting for someone with the Yummiest Sandwich.

       there’s something familiar about him... not in the way that she knows him, but there’s an air about him that brings her a sense of nostalgia. it reminded her of herself... or perhaps shuuya...? except she can’t really place her finger on it. ( or perhaps, doesn’t desire to point it out. acknowledging it is all she’s done for a long time, after all ).

    this poor excuse for a village is abundant in all of those things.

    he’s just itching for a reason to start a fight, given his foul mood ( not that he needs a reason, really. ) so when an innocent, if not unlucky passerby happens to bump into his shoulder as he’s walking, he’s all too eager to attack them on the spot.

    he doesn’t even give them the chance to apologize before he’s rounded on them, a gloved hand clutching them by the front of their shirt. he notes two things immediately; one, that it’s undoubtedly a kid ( a fact that doesn’t deter him in the slightest ) and two, that spectators are beginning to take notice of the scene before them. good. the only way this can get better is if someone decides to play hero. the more the merrier.

    ❝ didn’t your parents ever teach you to watch where you’re going? or is it that you actually saw me and just didn’t care? ya know, come to think of it, i don’t really care either way, but i’ll give you the chance to say your piece, since i’m feeling generous. ❞ though his smile is genuine ( excited, glad to have found someone to take his frustrations out on, ) his words are a blatant lie--what he seeks is to intimidate the other, careless for whether he chooses to apologize or offer an excuse.

    ❝ well? what have you got to say for yourself? ❞

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          {♣} —; Though it was fun to watch adults play around and have dramatic relationships, it grew stale—fast. Some people were just too forgiving, and even her anonymous whispers and rumors were weeded out too quickly. Quite the welcoming community. Maybe its time to mess with a...younger audience.

          {♣} —; “Oh—are you sure you should be carrying that around?” she asks, approaching.

          IT’S  HIS  FIRST  DAY  ON  the job and, quite frankly, hige isn’t sure what to expect. he’s never really ‘ worked ’ before ─ it was never a necessity when he could simply scavenge or hunt for food. but the resources here are more limited and, without much else to do, hige had decided that working might not be a bad idea.

the  ‘ scout ’  position had been the most appealing at the time. it sounded relatively easy ─ simply report on things he found while exploring? no biggie! with a nose like his, hige figured it’d be no problem! . . . until he remembered that his nose hasn’t quite functioned as well as before.

he remembers this far too late after wandering too far off the path ─ his four legs could still carry him pretty far! he’s taken plenty of mental notes about the surroundings ─ places with odd rock formations, large clearings, areas with excess wood... but he never considered how he’d get back. great. 

he luckily doesn’t have to wander much longer ─ using visuals to try and find his way back ─ until he spots another younger - looking lad. hige feels a flicker of hope as he trots forward, waving down the stranger. 

She didn’t like being out of the apartment any more than necessary, but she supposes if she’s going to make a begrudging compromise, she’ll at least pick a place where it was common courtesy to keep to oneself and keep noises to a minimum. She doesn’t have quite as much as she usually does to occupy her attention, nor does she have Sojiro’s sympathy ( and wallet ) to enable her into buying things on whim. Sure, a hacker like her definitely knows where to find just about anything online, but there’s something about having it physically in her hands that made it hard for her to find herself satisfied with having things digitally, for once.

Reading wasn’t a habit she took up often, if only because sometimes it got so boring and sometimes hard to hold her attention, and besides— when you can remember every little detail, there’s only so much joy rereading ( reexperiencing things in general ) can bring you. Sure, her choice in reading might be a little childish, arguably, but she doesn’t really care about things like that ( maybe ).

“Considering going in?”

the haunted house stands forboding, and amami looks at the crowd wanting to go in-- making out who was dressed as what. simply observing, with no intent to enter himself.

people watching had taken on a different meaning since the magic had taken hold.

“Has the halloween magic affected you? Haha, can’t say I expected this when I dressed up for halloween. Should give a house a go if you’re interested, by the way.”