#riselution

A heavy sigh rolled from his lips. ‘Great. This is what I get for wandering around without a map. Especially in this Sector. Doesn’t help the buildings are always moving around.’ He thought to himself quietly.

He’d gone down an elevator in hopes that it might lead him to a subway or something that could get him out of this damn sector. But it seemed it only served in taking him to a branched area, one of the Districts. He vaguely remembered living in one  during his first stay here. It definitely wasn’t a creepy place like this though. As he emerged from the giant glowing tube that was the elevator, he came face to face with a malformed creature of some kind, eyes widening with surprise and gloved hand coming forth to give them a shove.

Distance. He cherished it whenever he could.

Unfortunately for him, the act of aggression came at the cost of pissing off every other mutant in this place that had seemed to be worshiping the tube. Just what kind of circus was this? 

“Oh, hell...” He grumbled, tugging the wooden sword at his side free and making a run for it. In hindsight, he probably should have just gone back into the elevator rather than run deeper into the sewer-like labyrinth of District Alpha’s inner workings.

“Are there a lot of musical performances like this, nowadays?”

      He had recalled the other mentioning that she performed-- so naturally, there was no better one to ask! She seemed to be the only typical modern kid he even knew, too.

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SEND ME A ‘🎨’ FOR AN AESTHETIC OR MOOD COLLAGE FOR OUR MUSES. // @riselution

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it was within his line of work to daringly brave events which would quite easily result in DEATH. be it a rogue bullet, poison drawn from snakes of the east, explosions designed to blow him limb from limb --- yes, quite a few attempts had been made upon his life, as well as the general danger which came with the profession of detective. people were afraid of the truth, their fear meshing into the primal instinct to protect one’s self. alas, good was to always triumph and it was on the heels of their failures that holmes did learn many lessons about life and humanity as a whole.

however, he still was unable to truly provide a comforting presence to strangers upon the street, especially young women who seemed confused at the prospect of an unknown and unfamiliar living experience. he patted her back gently, before tipping the ash from his pipe and pocketing it hastily. “ there, there. “ he said, hoping that he might inspire some element of comfort within her. “ whilst that is true, there is not much to fear here. if terror was in their game, they ought not to offer you a bed to sleep in, food to fuel you, money for your pleasure. “ he referred, of course, to the scientists above them all, the players of the match they were but pieces to push within. 

Dr. Love thinks that a relationship between Lancelot and Rise has a very good chance of being successful, but this doesn’t mean that you don’t have to work on the relationship. Remember that every relationship needs spending time together, talking with each other etc.

⇕ = holding their hand .

“...Are you that scared?”

He’d gotten himself hurt...but not hurt enough to warrant being too worried. There was blood but it was manageable at the very least. He’d intervened in someone getting their purse stolen. The robber pulled a knife. Something he hadn’t really expected but should have. Call it a failure on his part to foresee what was really going on. The knife wound in his gut wasn’t the worst wound he’d ever suffered but it did hurt a great deal.

‘Guess it’s time to be the tough guy.’

He sighed heavily, rolling his head around his shoulders before forcing himself into a standing position. An attempt was made to hide the pain but it showed rather easily within his eyes, his fingers gripping her own hand tightly, having not let go despite the fact that it wasn’t really his...thing.