#ivoryspear

Lup narrows her eyes, only half certain Undyne was a fish when this conversation started and she’s not like, hallucinating. “First Night’ Knight gets on my case and now this? Bullshit, I can’t believe I thought you were cool,” she tries, still shaking wildly from all the energy drinks and ready to go, “I’ve never been healthier in my entire life!! You don’t know me! You don’t know my--my body! My body is a temple and--and also a volcano and people throw their sacrifices in there, YEAH, that’s badass, handle it!! Cope with it.”

She laughs wildly, almost as though out of her control. “Look, I dunno how things work for fishies--’least, not your kind--but elves don’t even need sleep, okay! It’s in the Player’s Handbook, bitches. Look it up. I’m fine. But if you wanna go we can go.”

I want to fall in the hole. I have yet to. Maybe, if the mood takes me.

The Intraspace. A project funded by the Apex Technologies Conglomerate, developed by the Fibonacci Institute for Science, Technology, Magic, and — hey, wait a minute.

Frankly, there being an organization that specialized in virtual reality and had enough influence to fill a ward of the city with its connection terminals — and — the fact that Susie P. Haltmann did not have a role in the company or was even granted a stockholder position was positively maddening.

But even so, and even with the full-body scanners used to access the place (she’s fairly certain they’re going to sell a product based on her after this), she’s given into the throes of technology for the sake of keeping up with ApTeConeses. After all, she has to keep an eye on the competition here.

As she quickly learns, this seems to be the only place in all of Spirale where she has full and unlimited access to the tech she uses back at home. While she never went too far off-world without her trusty Business Suit, in Spirale, she hadn’t piloted it since that incident from a while back.

She’s testing the capabilities of this unauthorized reproduction in the Intraspace’s own Battle Arena. The “Break the Targets!” event is of interest to her.

When the game begins, red-and-white targets appear in a blip of numbers and code. Susie fires up the mech and sets about dispatching them.

For a circle of targets surrounding her, she spins the “arms” of the machine, whirling them around in a way that smashes every target at once. For a tower of targets stacked on top of each other, she launches the mech into the air, then slams straight down with the tip of her screw and lands with a considerable quake.

She pushes a button on the console, and a volley of drill bits shoot out from the suit, breaking each of the remaining targets in a mass of explosions and polygons.

“Complete!” the game congratulates her. The crowd lets out a synthesized roar. It is then that Susie spots a certain person in the crowd.

Even with this sizable suit, this woman nearly comes up to the top. Susie stands up in her seat so she has a further advantage on her.

“Heehee! Impressed? If you’re up for the challenge, we could make this next one a two-player round.”

She may have a visor covering her face, but it’s hard to mask the glee in her eyes.

Send “💪” for my muse’s reaction to yours picking them up!

As far as Mistwood companions went, Undyne was certainly up there. She wasn’t exactly quiet, and she was certainly… Intense. But it was hard not to feel safe when this giant shark woman was around. 

She was also pleasant to look at which wasn’t really a requirement for scavenging but you know, it didn’t hurt.

Undyne was also inquisitive and it helped Gwinifer feel like an expert when she asked about the various flora they came across. She was strong too, that became evident fast. However, she might not be the stealthiest person Gwinifer had ever met, which is coming from someone who’s colour scheme was pastel in a woodland environment.

They were currently moving across a rather colossal collapsed tree and some unusually bright bio-luminescent fungus had gotten the witch’s attention. She had been reaching for it when she heard Undyne move behind her. Her question about the mushrooms got drowned out by the sound of horribly strained wood and the subsequent snapping of the branch. Gwinifer squeaked in surprise and closed her eyes in fear as she started to fall.

But the fall never came, not really. She felt sudden movement, and when she opened her eyes she was looking right up at Undyne. This strong, tall, shark toothed woman with her eye patch and the forest breeze gently ruffling her hair.

Oh no, my pirate fantasies…

“Are you all right?”

“…Y-y… Yes…”

The thought that the branch probably broke because of Undyne and not her paperweight self hardly entered her mind right now.

“Can you walk?”

“No don’t put me down.” She whispered

“What?”

@ivoryspear said: game over, ghosty boy

MASSIVE GHOST TRICK SPOILERS.

The ocean is deep. Deeper than he ever imagined. But then, he never really thought about how deep the ocean is, or how the water snuffs out all light. Or rather, how it swallows it up, leaving behind a dark abyss. And that’s where he is now, silent and alone, just like before.

Like the ten years before, except now it’s more physical than psychological. Yomiel-Prime, attached to a piece of pipe, slowly loosens his grip on the core of it and watches as the ambient pressure around the sub finally crumples it like a piece of paper.

It would have been terrifying if he had still convinced himself he was alive. And... a shame that his body would be sharing the same fate sooner or later. But no, no, they were idiots. Idiots to think he would be stuck here. His body was mangled beyond recognition, sure, but did they forget that even in the most inhospitable of places, life still swam and crawled and eked out a way to survive?

He’s been betrayed. Stabbed in the back (or rather, in the front, right in the chest to be specific) and Yomiel-Prime has a massive vendetta now. All of his previous grudges? Wiped out and replaced with something new, something far more ambitious. Sure, let Commander Sith think he would be capable of escape. Let him think he’d won.

The disembodied spirit seizes a passing fish, gripping its core with the iciness of the water surrounding them. His broken-down mind kicks back into high gear, grinding away in the darkness. He’s adjusting. He’s becoming. He’s planning.

Nobody will stop him. Nobody can stop him, not this time.  And Yomiel-Prime sure as hell doesn’t want to stop himself.

This was apparently her home? It had taken her longer than she had expected to get here, though some people were kind enough to show the poor girl her way here. She never had a reason to read back home, nor did their village really have the money for a school... Still, she’ll have to work on that.

Slowly, Jeanne slipped her way inside with the key, glancing about the room as she entered. 

“Oh my, this is the nicest house I’ve been in!” 

Maybe a fib, considering she once slept in a couple fortresses, though she would hardly call them homes. Jeanne had to admit she loved the open concept here. 

Though that did mean her eyes locked on, well, an eye from the kitchen. That.. definitely wasn’t a human. Was it a Witch? Maybe another Magical Girl? They looked a little old to be one, from what her Angel had said.. She had half a mind to transform right then and there-- though she didn’t want to destroy the house in the process. She had to live here, after all.

send in ⭐ to touch my muse’s hair.

Entrapta had been very intently fiddling about with her cellphone, having taken the back half of the device off to get a look at the inner workings.  Then she felt the hand brushing along her hair, eyes quickly darting to look at Undyne.  It was a touch somewhat familiar to the princess- Catra had taken to idly running her fingers through the pigtails while watching her work back in the Horde...the touch didn’t carry many memories she wished to dwell on, but it didn’t bother her too intensely either.  In fact, she thought she was simply getting her attention.

“Oh, I'll be looking at yours next!  I just want to make sure it’s possible on mine first.”