#shadowesqxe

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Nico!

You will be housed in CONDO 460.

You will retain your shadow travel up to three times daily. You will also be given a wooden sword.

Recently, Daichi forced himself to get into a work out regime considering his volleyball team’s start up. He begins with an easy three mile run around the cultural sector early in the morning before the shops open up. It’s chilly, quiet, and secure enough to avoid the bad seeds that spill in from the so-called ghetto. By the time he concludes it is eight am and he’s at a corner catching his breath. He steps off from the corner and makes his way towards an open restaurant for breakfast. Amidst his meal he starts to drift and his will to fight it off is weak; his head hits the table and he passes out.

A noisy crowd stirs him from his sleep. He sits up to see the establishment’s customers has grown since he arrived. He blinks the sleepiness out of his eye and searches his area for a clock, or someone with access to one. Daichi lazily reaches out to the person that passes by his table and grabs hold of their sleeve.

“Oh, you have got to be kidding me.” 

Junpei had his armed crossed, and he glared at the elevator screen. A small notice reading ‘please remain calm, a mechanic is on their way to assist you’ had popped up- they were stuck. He at least wasn’t claustrophobic, but being trapped inside of an elevator was enough to make anyone uncomfortable. Well, at the very least, there was only one other person in here.

@shadowesqxe

Well, that’s a little bit strange.

Sayaka had known her whole life that understanding the emotions of others was something which she failed at, often.  It wasn’t that she was a complete failure in the discipline of people-reading, but she definitely didn’t fit into the standard of the skill.  Most normal humans could tell when another person was feeling sad, or happy, or flirtatious... Not Sayaka.  All she ever learned about others was when somebody was telling a lie, or bluffing, or other such things which were relevant to her occupation.

That was why it stood out to her so much when she could tell by looking at that boy that he was a gloomy person; this wasn’t something she was capable of on a normal basis, so to be able to tell that somebody who wasn’t absolutely bawling wasn’t smiles and sunshine meant that chances were it was a very dramatic opposite to smiles and sunshine.  

Were anyone skilled in this art of people reading to look at her right now, they wouldn’t even need to use it to ascertain that she was strange, and somewhat creepy to be watching a guy in the grocery store, partially concealed behind the refrigeration case at the endcap of the aisle.  Another thing this person would then notice was that there was something equally creepy, though inexplicably so, about the person who she was so creepily watching.

You know, Anghelescu means son of an angel, and being what he is and how he came to this world, he definitely is. And yet....He doesn’t feel like it. He feels more like a monster.  He is a monster. For sure. After what had happened, all the accidents he caused and the damage he’s done....yeah, that’s more fitting. This is probably why he refuses to fight back. Too much destruction, you know. One good thing about Hive City is that they did strip away a lot of his powers. He’s not AS strong. Part of him though, wishes that the Scientists would have stripped away everything, just completely everything. That would’ve been better for people around him. 

He wouldn’t have had to hurt or kill anyone. 

Stop thinking of all that. You just have to get stronger. Have full control of your own power. Just...work on that. 

Just because he'd found out a little late didn't mean Lance couldn't go all out. His shopping for birthday supplies a few weeks ago had left him with left over balloons and party poppers and a giant Happy Birthday sign he hadn't had the heart to actually pin up.

As he finished setting the table, the various mini sandwiches and the masterpiece of a cake he and Keith baked sat ready for Nico's arrival, he texted the boy, urging him to come over. This would be a private affair, nothing like his attempted party a while ago, but just something small for him, Nico and Keith to enjoy.

Upon the couch, he has set an elegantly wrapped box. Black and dark blue paper in an intricate pattern and laced with a simple black ribbon. Folded neatly within was a love stitched sweater with a single skull at the chest, on top of which rested a pair of black household slippers just like the ones Lance had made for himself and Keith, Nico’s however, were detailed with a cute outline of a skelanimal lion stitched onto them.

[ to: ghost king 🖤 💀 ] yo I got a phone !!!!

[ to: ghost king 🖤 💀 ] is your ass called McDonalds? [ to: ghost king 🖤 💀 ] cause I’m loving it

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