#solebender

─── ≫ 🎮 ≪ ───  ❝ Nice outfit! We so make this look good! ❞

Point is made to lift newly outfitted weapon - jingle of bell as the keychain moves - to nail in how great she knows she looks. Confidence never falters as she assumes this entire ordeal is a weird game of some sort ( && the notion she can be beat by monsters just isn’t something she believes in ). 

-  (  ♆  )  ———  Daily life in Hive City is like this:  stick to yourself, don’t get involved, and don’t die to some wackjob throwing their weight around.  On a good day  ??  Percy finds there is still absolutely nothing to do.  One a bad day  ??  someone tries to kill him.  Almost reminds him of being back home.  Which, in hindsight, is a bit sad.  The killing thing not the reminding thing.

Anyway.

It has almost been a year since his admittance to the Hive.  Enough time to grow over old fears and worries  (  learn new ones in their wake  ).  Standing on the edge of the shore  ---  looking out across the water  ---  it’s hard to think that back in the early months this place was painful.  A memory rather forgotten then remembered.  Now  ??  it felt more like a tie to those he’s lost.  Sea breeze through a cabin window where summer voices bled in with the morning light.

The ground trembled beneath her feet as Noise stumbled her way through the crumbling estate, unaware that this was only a dream. In the abandoned hallways was the evidence of a massacre -- bodies lay scattered about, too still to be saved. In her world this event would come to be known as the Tragedy of Sablier, where a mad lord had ordered the slaughter of innocents as his city began to sink into the abyss.

Instead of running for cover, Noise was walking towards the carnage. Fixated on something. She latched onto the arm of the first person she saw who was alive and moving.

“Have you seen him?! Have you seen Vincent?” 

"The special today is Raspberry Mousse." Most of the foods here he can make himself, although there are certain things he can't -- regardless, he's allowed to take his time and make the foods himself, taking both the roll as partial chef ( mostly with his orders ) and waiter. This person, he notices, doesn't seem to be in very high spirits. So, hopefully the food can cheer her up, "If you need someone to talk to, I'm all ears."

Or... maybe she's just struggling over the order. Regardless, he doesn't mind extending a hand to help.

Send “📚” and I will flip to a random page in a book and use the first line of dialogue I see as a starter.