#psychogenics

once again, everything had faded black and silent, as what he now could tell were shifting drams had passed. now it was nothingness. his body felt heavy, stained with blood as though he had torn through armies to reach this point. now he was nowhere, guided only by a faint golden light far off in the distance, fading more quickly the closer he tried to near it, until there was nothing once more. 

Fluffy.

Her whole world was covered by a bright, pink mane. Usually, when you crash against someone it is not to get lost within the vast amount of hair they have. She had gotten tangled in some strands and wished not to hurt whoever was the owner of such... hair. 

Miki coughs confused and finally pushes herself out. 

Maybe the fluffy paradise was better.

          “ I’ve never seen such a toy or mascot being advertised, though many of the shows and programs that people know are blocked or illegal... Then again, I have never seen Japan or Korea- even America- to mention this, so I suppose it must be a new character that I haven’t learned about yet.  ”     --- Veiled behind loose scarlet silk bunched at his wrists and held tightly betwixt fists, fingers pull experimentally at pink fluff without noticing her blinking eyes and his nose twists to contort into an expression of confusion laced with a hint of distaste.     “ Is it not hot inside of that costume? Does this city deem it lawful to allow its people to work so hard in conditions like these? You’ll get sick, or even worse, a stroke at this rate.  ”

he’d sent two texts-- two completely different invitations: one to ryo, plain and urgent, and one to miki, excited and eager. why couldn’t he just tell the others that one or the other was coming, that he wanted them all to just enjoy a simple meal together, even if the restaurant was notoriously not great?

but he knew they’d both come, they always would. maybe pissed that they had to all share one booth, but who knew? maybe things wouldn’t be so tense between them for once...?

so he sat there in the cheap linoleum booth of a fluorescent-lit diner, periodically checking his phone for the time as he waited for the others to arrive.

Find my muse moving in their sleep to a dream or nightmare

The sound of gears clanking and the whir of machines blend into an odd melody in her ears as she stalks through the halls of the space station, her path marked by the illuminated lights coursing through the floor. Like veins, twisting into some horrid imitation of life. The culmination of her father’s twisted desires. She’s alone, axe gripped tightly in hand.

... Alone? No, wasn’t she supposed to be with someone else? What was she doing? 

That thought drifts away as soon as it comes to mind. Just keep walking. She spots a shadow in the form of a drone, monitor twisting in a set rotation as it rolls around. It hasn’t noticed her yet. Good. Best dispose of it now. Get it out of the way. (Wait...)

She ducks behind each corner, slowly closing in... (No, this isn’t right. Stop...) 

And at just the right moment, as it turns to head back...!

Haru awakes with a gasp, but isn’t shaken from within the confines of her room. Rather, she’s out in the cool night air. On the street, arms reared back with a mallet in hand. What...? 

A strangled cry tears through her ears, causing her to look down, and see a man, a complete stranger beneath her, cowering in fear. From her?

The mallet clatters to the floor in her shock, but before she can say anything, the man scrambles to his feet, taking the opportunity to escape. But why? What was she doing here? What happened? Was she sleep walking? What...? 

mallow: what sorts of things might remind your muse of those close to them? any scents, objects, sounds?

Unfortunately, a side effect of her not so nice childhood was that her happy memories are tied to not so nice things. The scent of human blood in particular reminds her of her older sister, while she associates her brother heavily with the feeling you get when you try to climb stairs and reach for the last one, only to have your foot fall into open air. The taste of raw meat reminds her of her father in a not-good way. In a more recent note, a sharp, cold voice will have her thinking of Ilena, her mentor.