#postumbrarex

         A THEATER NESTLED IN THE DEPTHS OF THE CITY  ! The Songbird was no stranger to the stage in the slightest. Making the world of show business her home in the depths of Rapture — But how those glimmering nights felt like a lifetime ago. As she paced the aisles a tune arose which she hummed in her stride. Though faint, the melody carried through the vacant space until another pair of footsteps accompanied her own. Her song soon trails away and she is quick to address her newfound company.

    ❛Despair and hope are two sides of the same coin - one idolized and striven towards, thought of to be humanities savior, and the other demonized, fought against, no matter what the cost. ...blah, blah, blah, insert some more poetic stuff about good and evil because really, there’s no difference in this archetype, it’s literally the same damn thing! Y’all! C’mon now!

...what’s with the look? Were you seriously expecting a monologue? That’s just sad. Alexa, play Despacitta. ...too early? Too early.  ❞

–「 The routine of washing and ironing his own suit on a daily basis was frankly, getting stale. Now, this isn’t to say he didn’t enjoy the process of ironing. The electric, steaming iron was more than pleasant to utilize. But at this rate his favorite suit would fade, and he would not be deigned to be seen in the rags left in his closet by those scientists. He’d sooner use them for kindling a fire.」

「 A gentleman strolls by him, and Mordecai quirks a brow. His suit is well tailored, sharp. Cleanly printed pinstripes. He’d be remiss if he didn’t follow, and get at least get some information.」

“You look sharp,” –「 he comments, hoping that a stroke of the ego will help things slide along. This is how you keep a conversation light, isn’t it?」”Do you mind if I ask where you purchased it? Or somewhere you would recommend? The last shop I visited was just disgraceful.” 

It seemed pretty hopeless to get back to Mewni, not that Star was giving up just yet, but the large city and the quantity of the people in it certainly wasn't a good sign. She wondered just how long some of these people had been here.

Instead of going off to find the place she was supposed to stay in, Star decided to take a little adventure through the sector she was apparently going to live in. It was really, really unimpressive, smoggy, with a weird smell in the air that she couldn't quite place. "How is anyone living in this place?" She wondered allowed to herself. Continuing along the street she heard a squish under her foot and looked down to see that she stepped in a puddle of green slime oozing out from under a crack in the wall. "Ah gross!!" The sole of her boot steamed and she frantically hopped away from the puddle, attempting to shake her boot off in the process.

It wasn't coming off her boot as easily as she had hoped, and now it looked like it was eating away at her boot. "OH!! OH OH!!" Now more panicked, as these were her favorite pair of boots, she kicked her foot more violently before jumping into the gutter. A gutter that was full of watery mud. It was quite the jump, one that caused a nice big slash of mud around her. Muddy boots were a lot better than acid eaten boots. She certainly didn't care that she'd gotten her dress and stockings all muddy in the process.

Wilson had turned ‘round a corner, the cliche of destiny, and stopped. He was carrying his equipment for his science experiment when a familiar figure came into focus. He squinted a bit, not sure if he was seeing everything, and sure enough he saw Maxwell.

But he wasn’t going to bow down before him. Nope, not at all. Setting down the ham he also opened up the carton of eggs and grabbed one. His eyes narrowed, he raised his arm and called out.

      Something about this guy rubs Peacock the wrong way already—who in their right mind wanders a dirty city dressed to the nines, anyway!? Maybe he’s one of those obnoxious rich guys, or he just wants to be. It’s hard for her to tell from here, but she’ll find out soon enough!

      “Hey, pal,” she says, “you normally go around dressed like a jackass? What’s your deal?”

§ Maxwell who? § Never heard of you around here buddy

§ There are thousands of human subjects from hundreds of different worlds residing in this city. The truth is that you simply don’t stand out enough when compared to the rest. §

Wrong age, wrong gender, wrong level of need—a poor investment for any Incubator, and a poor choice for Kyubey indeed if he actually took the man seriously.

§ If anything, I have a better memory of what Robin got from the menu during the last time we ate out. §

“...” Ib blinked slowly as she looked at the man. What was he wearing? She knew she was bad at choosing clothes that looked good, given how many times her mom had to change her outfit so it matched or was normal, but she was fairly certain his outfit was weird. 

She watched from the edge of a roof, not intending to make her presence known. Then she saw the tiny monster trying to sneak up on him and even with the wait of her failures crushing her tiny shoulders she had to act. She dropped from the ledge, landing lightly on her feet thanks to whatever the scientists had done, and shot a beam at the monster. Unfortunately for her, dark magical beams didn’t have the same power as light ones when it came to defeating the monsters.