#sembless

  her approach is silent, as always. the moment her sight had landed on the assassin's son, her thoughts had taken a turn. first cinder -- a still peculiar case -- and now mercury....both on this little island in this strange world. she's beginning to suspect that the rest are LURKING about. maybe tomorrow she'll find tyrian harassing the locals or watts holding some unimportant conversation. maybe even emerald was off taking part in some petty thefts. 

      “ I would think that a decision to leave the castle and come here was made without my knowledge.  “

   salem halts before him, head tilting to the side. a hand shifts, resting atop the boy's shoulder, fingers curling inwards slightly. no pressure is applied, no digging of the nails is added -- a simple and relaxed touch. but it held no warmth nor comfort. blood red hues shift downwards, watching for the tiniest shift in expressions. the smallest inclination that her words held some truth.

               " But that would be ridiculous -- right, Mercury? "

Welcome to Eidolon, traveler. Wishes have brought you far, and we know they will only bring you further.

You will find your residence in Bunkhouse #9. Your pair of boots sits on your mattress… Oh, your prosthetic? Don’t even worry about it, Diadem is generous; she would never strip you of them. 

Search, seek, persist. Take heart in your heart.

but what catches her attention almost immediately is the ice skating rink. it takes no time for her to decide she needs to conquer the rink ── skating was always one of her favorite activities as a child. it was something she and her siblings could be free doing, despite their fathers wishes to perfect technique. she’s just tied up her laces, anxious to get back on the rink, when blue hues spot a familiar face. not one of her teammates, not a friend from the city, but none other than mercury black.

she recalls the last time they’d met. dangerous circumstances had  forced  the enemies to cooperate despite  MANY  protests on both ends. but, as much as weiss  LOATHES  to admit ─ it wasn’t the worst possible thing she’d done. she’s not sure why she approaches him now, though, when she could simply ignore his presence and be on her way. 

okay, maybe she wants to show off, just a little.

❝ mercury. ❞ she manages a neutral tone, not friendly but without resentment, surprising herself, ❝ i’ll be honest : i wouldn’t have taken you to be the ice skating type. or are you simply enjoying watching others show off? ❞

opening the doors alone was a very bad idea. but amami guesses that it was his fate and his being to just want to push the button-- the groaning beyond the doors was something that he couldn’t help but want to investigate. 

haha, how stupid.

he almost freezes in his tracks, when he sees the row of teeth, the deformed human figures, what Was Before. amami’s far from a fighter-- while he could technically hold his own, he preferred pacifist methods. it’s an easy decision, when he realiizes that these are far more than he can handle. he was lucky to enocounter them so close to the door-- because he runs, jumping over any debris before slamming the doors shut behind him. 

there was a reason why these doors had been closed shut, he realizes. 

catching his breath, sliding down the door.

when he looks up, he comes face to face with another person-- one that he’s never seen before. haha, how long had he been there? embarrassing.

“I wouldn’t go in there alone if I were you.”

tea orange: what is something that your muse is fascinated with?

can i say chocolates? lmao jk right now??? the most fascinating thing is the fact that he’s in a city that essentially shouldn’t exist. how did he get here? where’s the exit? who’s running this place if the mayor is missing???

currant: answered!!

new leaf: what message would your muse send to their past self, if any?

hooooooo boi -- he would tell himself to be more ready to leave wammy’s house because fact of the matter is that he wasn’t ready when he left at fifteen. the way he still sees it, it was necessary for him to leave, but he was so young and essentially sheltered. he’s just lucky that he was a fast learner and a slick talker.

“And who are you to tell me that?”

The slight narrowing of her eyes belied the offense she took to the insult.

          it’s not like yang expected her stay at the great white to be an ocean of roses the entire time, but out of all evil doers she’s aware of, she didn’t expect to see mercury; even though he did leave a mark of sorts in her life. even thinking about him leaves a bitter taste in her mouth & it feels like a bad omen - that worse things are coming up. after all, they’re never seen solo.

          a little voice in the back of her mind urges her to confront him, to drop everything she’s doing & just knock him cold now that he’s on his own. that would be fair after all the crap he’s pulled on her, right ? absolutely, but she’s grown a lot since then & still taking large strides in  controlling her temper.

          still, she walks over. he must have a wish, otherwise he wouldn’t be here, still, at the very least, yang needs to know if he’s flying solo this time, for the sake of her teammates & family.