#paffed

Tragedy had struck. Upon finding out where she had been rehoused and checking the rooms she had confirmed the worst case scenario; her stash of treasure was gone. Ransacked! Looted! Nary a scrap remained! How heartless and cruel were the masters of this world.

Naturally, the hell raven had gotten back to work immediately and was sitting in the living room with the fruits of her labour so far. She was peering over and sorting a small mountain of what appeared, at first glance, to a completely random assortment. There was bottle caps, pieces of coloured metal, jewellery both real and fake, watches, mirrors, screws, a hubcap. All of it was unified under a single theme, and that theme was its ability to reflect light in a fascinating way. To her, it was all valuable.

But she was shaken from this sorting when she heard another in the space. Her wings unfurled in shock and she sprung around wide eyed.

“...”

“Hey, you wanna get a drink with me?” she asked of the nearest person that looked friendly enough to possibly say yes.

The boardwalk was full of life tonight; even as the weather got colder, it only seemed to get more busy, perhaps because the seasonal shops were starting to open up again and for some godforsaken reason, people were big fans of getting started with MegaChristmas early here.

Or, no, just regular Christmas. Jill was never gonna get used to that.

“There’s a spot selling drinks down the way a bit and I was gonna get one, but they’re offering a discounted pair for couples.”

   “And how much, would you say, would be just enough?”

Eye contact was important, but to the vampire, it almost carried its own meaning. To look into Strahd’s eyes was to see a reflection of an endless hell, black and cold, but it was also to be taken – many believed that the Devil could capture souls by looking people in the eyes. In truth, it was merely the cursed charming magic that vampires developed, naturally or no, to lure mortals to their doom.

Of course, Strahd no longer had any such magic. Nonetheless, much like him, habits die hard, and he cannot help but watch the singer as she performed, trying to catch her gaze and hold it. She was beautiful; her voice, captivating. He no longer had a heart, but he still felt as though he may have, in life, been moved by her music.

☾Moonlight Aesthetic Starters☽

“Enviable.  Best stay that way while you have the opportunity to.”  

PAFF, and more specifically Aroma considering that’s the only one with whom he’s acquainted, seemed like a dutiful young woman all things considered.  In the modernizing eras, it became increasingly harder to have the diligence to be a ‘morning person.’ Vicious wasn’t sure how it may have been in her world, but considering she has a robot assistant, he assumes it wouldn’t be much different if not even more of a cultural question.  That is until one truly had to make a living at the hours when most were getting rest in preparation for honest work.  Rare that he saw such a soft-spoken and, as far as he knew, emotional girl be able to acclimate enough to feel comfortable being around the city at night despite this.  Did she feel truly safe?  Was she just foolish?  Was she braver than she let on..?

The food item came sailing through the air and smacked Pearl right in the back of her head.

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, PAFF.

You’ll be housed in APARTMENT 309.

You’ll retain the ability to hack into items you personally own up to five times per day. Attempting to hack into something that doesn’t belong to you will end with a firewall blocking you.