#oftheallfather

Now that the dust had settled, the fans needed more content. (Fans being the following Octane was slowly amassing here on the city’s insular “internet” facsimile.) Strolling down the street at a clipping half-jog, he’d chosen Cotes ward as a backdrop for his next video. The cityscape and neon lights of the modern area of Cotes at night was a perfect setting to babble excitedly at the phone-on-a-stick in front of him. But more importantly was the subject matter: lake monsters.

Dangerous lake monsters.

The bag swinging around in the hand not holding his selfie stick contained a myriad of waterproof flares and concussive noise makers, all of which had boasted on their packaging that they would work underwater. Octavio had one goal for this video: piss off the biggest, hungriest lake beast and catch it on video. Hopefully, he’d live to post it afterwards. Just in case, though, he was streaming it to a back-up account that would post it next-day in the event that he failed spectacularly in his escape.

A glint in the screen caught his attention suddenly and his words faltered. He was almost to the lake, so it was hard to divert his attention away from his excitement, but the familiar figure in the reflection actually gave him pause. Full mask, armored, goggles flashing under the wide-brimmed helmet...

Octavio had long since reasoned that this place was not an arena, nor did it have anything to do with the syndicate. Even so, he checked the back of his shorts for where the bb gun was stowed, not that he really thought it would do anything in the event of a firefight.

Welcome back to beautiful Isola Radiale, Bloodhound!

You’ll be staying in HOUSE 173.

You will retain everything you had during your previous stay.

Enjoy your stay!

PLEASE NOTE: Because you were removed in an activity check, you have one week to make three in-character posts or else you will be considered inactive once more.

@oftheallfather​ sent;

32. If you could choose to remove certain feelings such as anger, confusion, sadness, would you remove them?

Difficult Questions

"I know firsthand how vital emotions are if you want to function properly. Many are in the firm belief they'd be much better without it, but I disagree — it's necessary, even for success. Of course, you shouldn't let your emotions get the best of you, but discarding them will only worsen matters."

(   mind your manners❀;    )  –   ACCEPTING

@oftheallfather​ said:

*↪           ‘Curses!’Does your muse curse often? Is their choice of words still children-friendly or do they need someone to cover their ears?

watanuki usually speaks very politely, especially in front of children or someone that he’s meeting for the first time-- although, he is prone to cursing a bit if he’s in a bad mood! at the very least, the words he says are along the lines of ‘damnit’, ‘hell’, and ‘bastard’, but even then he usually reserves them for very special people.. (and by that i mean doumeki. doumeki is the bastard. you’ll have to piss him off consistently for a LONG time to get up to where doumeki is in his mind).

INTERVIEW OGATA (ACCEPTING)

@oftheallfather​ & @mojavemassacre​ sent: 2, 24, 27

You meet a man who has killed someone and done time for it before. Does this factor into how you treat him? Will he ever truly escape that sin?

“ I don’t like hypocrites and I got no intention becoming one.... It’s not really my business anyway is it? “

How do you feel about tears? Are they cowardly and weak? Do you cry? Would you consider that shameful?

“ ....sniveling doesn’t fix anything. I don’t cry. “

How far would you go to achieve a dream or ideal? Does it matter who suffers? Does it matter if you suffer?

“ Pretty words but it’s all just selfish bullshit in the end. “

“ But if you do that then the least you should do is to get covered in dirt and be honest about what you’re really doing. “

@oftheallfather said: 7. You have the key to immortality in your hands. But not for free. If you want it, as a price, your worst enemy also gains immortality. Is it worth it?

"First off, I don't know if I have a 'worst enemy'. Sure, I can hate people a whole lot, but... hm. If we're being philosophical here, I'd say my worst enemy is humanity itself. If we take that perspective, then maybe I'd take it, for the good of the species; color me sentimental, but I still kinda like human beings, after all's said and done."

“No, sorry, no queens here.” Six shrugged up at the woman—a pretty waitress who must’ve worked at one of the nearby bars—who pouted in an exaggerated fashion. “Aww, it’s okay. Tell you what,” Six’s apologetic expression turned to a smile. “Why don’t I pay you your money back with a drink or two? I know a nice place near here…” The woman hid her laugh behind her hands as she walked off—half-dragged by her friends, who scolded her in that language of theirs while scowling at the Courier—leaving Six sitting by himself.

But that was fine by him. Cotes Ward—or Rasen, at least to its Japanese-majority population—was where Six had been housed, and he’d spent the past few nights in its red light district. He didn’t have the money to pursue his usual vices, but a pack of playing cards were easy enough to buy in a nearby convenience store, and the drunk and lonely made for easy marks… or at the very least, opportunities for a little fun.

The next opportunity came walking down the cramped side street a few seconds later, and Six cracked his fingers in anticipation. This was an interesting fellow—by the way they dressed, it was obvious that they were an outsider like him. And that outfit! If this was the Mojave, Six would’ve pegged them as a prospector, or a member of some well-equipped tribe.

“Hey there, stranger. Y’wanna play? It’s easy money. All you gotta do… is follow the queen.” As he spoke, the cards flitted between his callused hands, as if they dared the stranger to step up and play.

But before they could speak—Six couldn’t see their mouth of course, but his quick eyes saw the tilt of their head, the way their shoulders moved—he let the cards settle down onto the table, with one upraised hand.

“You have to pay first, of course.” With a card tucked between two fingers, he gestured at the smartphone that lay beside him. The Spirazon Wallet app was open, a QR code waiting to be scanned by another phone. “Just 100 Dust.” Six jabbed the card towards a beat-up old vending machine across the street. “Of course, if you spot her, I’ll give it right back.”

Dropping to all fours, Threo begins to follow the sickly scent of the escaped Denizen. Luckily, the blade of her axe is coated in its blood, or whatever fluid that was that came out of it, so she wouldn’t lose the scent easily. She pays no mind to the terrain around her, crawling through bushes in pursuit of her prey, and clambering around trees and rocks. It isn’t until the scent trail leads her to someone’s boots that she finally looks up.

“Oops, sorry! Didn’t see you there!” she laughs. “Guess I was kinda distracted! I’m trying to hunt one of those weird monsters, but they’re really hard to catch!”

She rises to her feet, shouldering her axe and looking around the small clearing. “Say, you didn’t see a big monster around here, did you? It was all...” She lifts up her hands, wiggling her fingers. “Like that! I got it pretty good, so I think it’s trying to hide right now. But I’ll find it! Somehow...”