#musesofthesun

"Stay back!"

The toon is pointing the sharpened paint brush at the vague shape she can see in front of her in the dark, the one that she can tell is a Twisted based on the glowing eye in front of her.

At times like this, she wished she had some kind of actual powers like the other toons, ones that she could use to defend herself. But she didn't quite score in that department, so it seemed she was going to be forced to rely on whatever it was that she had now...

...Or, well, she would have to rely on that if the Twisted in front of her actually attacked, instead of just standing there.

[ okay premise i didnt watch the shorts in a while and while i was planning today i dont have the spoons to focus on them but i Did watch this and ermmmm uhm uhm.

Veronica isn't in much better of a state. Also soaking wet, freezing, her elytrian wings dragging against the ground and waterlogged to hell and back. So much for a peaceful fishing trip. There's a trident poking out of one of their wings, but they refuse to let Idia just drop dead on their front lawn.

" Hey, hey, no, c'mon, " they don't make an effort to get him to stand, instead leaning down and, very awkwardly and with a ton of effort, sling him over their shoulders like he's a sack of potatoes. " No apologies to your brothers yet; you're not gonna die. Ortho would have my head on a platter. "

@musesofthesun asked the summoner:

yui does not know where this is, but it feels far different from japan. the forest is... off, and not in the sense that she is used to. ( she drinks in the resudial negativity in this world - something has happened or is happening, and it is wrong. ) the girl stops, noticing a silhouette. a tall, dark one at that. her umber eyes widen and she clenches the strap of her bag.

"...hello?"

A lonesome beast in the midst of nowhere had to have thrice the eyes to survive. Round the skull, preferably. Not every tree was what it seemed. The moment the girl turned around, his silhouette caught in the corner of her sight - the Hunter was already pouncing.

A gloved hand on her throat and hoisting her up into the air, and yet there was something that prevented the monstrous man from squeezing the life out of her. A single blue eye glaring into widened umber.

Calculating...

...Yet hateful. So, so very hateful. Surely, he was supremely palatable to a creature of discord such as herself.

But where there was the venom of wrath, there was also... confusion. Hesitation. She felt so much like Chaos, smelled like it, but...

"...What. Are. You?" The Windarian's voice rumbled past bared fangs like the growl of some unholy beast in its own right. Deep, like a chasm below the sea, threatening to drown her if she failed to answer.

The 15-year-old smiles from behind his blank-faced mask, his fingers idly wiggling at his side. He wasn't really expecting it to, but he's still glad his mask isn't scaring this girl.

"That's good. Sitting by yourself when you're sad feels pretty bad." He'd know.

" six ... ? six - ? HEY ! is - is that you ?!

wait up - wait for me , six ! please , wait ! "

mono all but stumbles over his own feet in his haste to pursue the familiar , shadowed figure - urgency ringing clear in his desperate call of her name . his stomach is churning . icy rain pours unrelentingly from the heavens , chilling him to the bone , but that concern is swiftly disregarded in favour of reuniting with his friend .

his bag is near enough disintegrating under the torrential conditions of this warped city's weather , but he doesn't care . he doesn't care . he just has to catch up to her . he'll be okay once they're together again . they both will .

mono's breath comes in short , sharp , panicked pants . puddles slop up his ankles and soak his feet as he races down the street , and the boy perks up hopefully as the girl turns to him - beckons him .

" i'm so glad i found you - i've been so scared ... i'm sorry - i'm so sorry i let that man get you , but my head - "

he stops short as he draws closer .

his breath hitches , his expression crumples with confusion , and his temporary relief buckles and fades altogether , washed away by a new wave of torment as he regards her . it feels like a cruel trick . mono tries not to let his voice wobble tremulously as he next speaks , backing away slightly .