#sc4r4

he’s been coming down here a few times now — ever intrigued by the strange gateway behind the door in the hill. the world is strange, and different, and warm, and inviting. lighter, he thinks despite the darkness. 

and he feels important here. seen, in a way he doesn’t in hometown. like he can be anyone he wants to be without the fear of not remembering who he’s supposed to be. he’s made friends down there as well, which he hasn’t managed to do up above. and he loves making more! 

at first — he’s surprised. I DIDN’T THINK THERE WERE “LIGHTNERS” LIVING DOWN HERE.

he doesn’t say the thought that springs to mind, because upon further study, she seems to blend in with everyone else. maybe his initial impulse was wrong....? and yet, he cannot shake the feeling that she is not so different from him. 

* HELLO !

it’s easier for him to hide his unease down here. he feels far more confident — new clothes, new.... everything, really. 

* DO YOU KNOW HOW TO SOLVE THIS PUZZLE?

that’s another thing he likes about this world. the puzzles, simply scattered through the little town. he likes puzzles, or at least he thinks he does, though for some reason he can’t remember the last time he made one — 

made one?

— solved one.

                   🎧 now playing: ‘ goliath ‘ by woodkid

what started like a simple, tranquil day rapidly became much more hectic and irritating, so much that rouxls just wants to go to sleep. he’s been surrounded by enough problems to not even wish to solve a puzzle to calm his nerves down  ——  he solved enough of them already, with all the happenings of the day. between confused soldiers not knowing where they’re even supposed to stay, sudden requests from above that made him run through half the reign, parts of the castle that fell, they just fell with no reason, and that little goofball brat of lancer causing mayhem on purpose, rouxls could be defined absolutely done.

reason why seeing someone walking in a part of the castle that is supposed to be empty, and not recognizing them immediately, doesn’t exactly makes him happy.

           oh, what a cute little fan. he assumes they’re a fan, or else they wouldn’t be looking up at him in adoration like such. metallic hands shifted as he pistoned to adjust to jutting a hip out.

staring down.

@sc4r4​ // ❛  i wish the world was a gentler place.  ❜

@sc4r4​​: “ w — what? “ / MISC SENTENCES.

three sets of robot eyes blink at scara. sweet, standing only an inch below, cap’n, a few above, and k_k towering over them all — she’s met with two smiles and one mouth-less speaker-face ( though from sweet’s large, round eye, it’s clear he’s feeling cheerful as well ).

♯ we’re selling bagels! ♭ no, k_k — well, yes, but no —  ♮we were just wondering if you’d come to our performance tonight.

cap’n interrupts the chatter of the other two, pushing them aside to beam charmingly at scara, hands on his hips.

♮sorry for the suddenness, ma’am. ♮ see, we’re new in town. ♮ sweet cap’n cakes — 

( he points at each of them in turn. )

♮we’re a band. ♭ from the other dark world! ♯ ( wait, there’s two??? ) ♮n-e-wayz, we weren’t allowed to play music back there. ♭ so as a celebration of our new freedom, we’re having a concert! ♯ cap’n is the dj! he’s the best around! ♮ that’s right! which is why we wanna invite everyone here. ♭ are you ready for the sickest beats???!?!?!?

sweet spins around on his heel, landing in a pose, hat in hand, with a flourish, and they all cheer.