Grimm is hesitantly looking at the quest list in Archimedes, silently debating whether or not to try this. It would be good practice, but... he's able to fight for a long time. Does he really want to go that far, right now? It says there's an option of surrendering, but he knows himself. And the Troupe Master never surrenders a real fight.

In the midst of his thoughts, he's disturbed by a familiar and welcome face.

One who wanders far, curious as they are, may find someone who won’t admit they are hurt.

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Bass sits deep in a junkyard, the only tell of his presence screams of frustration. He had dug for hours, quietly stealing away tools and scrap, tearing apart any machinery or technology he could find. Most of it old–though some managed from the main building. Whoever owns them won’t miss them for a couple hours, right?

To an extent he could repair himself. But his temper was short, and his inner workings complex. Even for Dr. Wily, repairs were a struggle due to his impatience. At it’s worst, he was reluctantly shut down. Then, hopefully, nothing really changed for the worse when he woke up again.

Hooked up to a small generator, he focuses his hand again forward. Wrist guard open, he focuses on the sounds of the machinery inside. Chk, chk, chk, chk, chk, chk. The hand writhes, struggling to retreat itself. It’s supposed to fold, give way to the buster cannon inside.

“C’mon…the parts are all there. Just…tranform…c’mon…THERE’S NO REASON YOU SHOULDN’T WORK, YOU STUPID ARM!!”

The engine struggles, crackling, smoking, trembling. Bass keeps aim at a car’s broken mirror, staring into the reflection of refusal. He holds it steady with his other hand. Just make the shot. It should blow to shreds. It should!! It will!! He’ll MAKE it! 

“DO IT ALREADY–!!”

Throws his hands paws in the air to match the enthusiasm! Razor doesn’t know why he’s so excited, but the energy fills him with elation. 

Nautilus was playing in the pixie garden when she noticed a boy, a human boy probably since he didn’t have any Dreamsider ear. He kind of seemed... alone. She ran to the boy. 

“Hi! I noticed that you aren’t with anybody, want to play with me?” 

there are plenty of things to be intimidated by here.  just as coco was adjusting to the world of magic, places like the dadah range, the great hall, and kalhn, she is thrust into another world.  one with even stranger things.  things that defy any logical explanation  ( well, logical by her standards. )  she was even given such an item, simply for being here in the city.  she’s watched others use their own as they’ve walked around city, but has yet to successfully mimic them.

while she could bother just about anyone, she is undeniably sheepish over the lapse in her knowledge when compared to those she’s observed.  so she keeps an eye out for anyone who looks as though they would be patient and understanding with her, settling her gaze on someone who looks to be about her age.

She’s been eyeing the kid while working. She’s not seen a child that young before all by themselves, so of course Ismael is concerned. She’s already off the clock now. Her shift was only in the morning and it was now going into the evening. Once she does clock out, she’s making her way toward the younger child, “Uh, hey....” He’s so small. 

✿           it’s hard to draw lines of where and how she’d become so... maternal. had she always been predetermined to be like this? or maybe its just her heart aching every time she is faced with a child, deposited and displaced in this place among the rest of them. she wonders if maybe the stars knew her nature and maybe, somehow, knew that if given the opportunity, she’d try to give everything she could to a complete stranger. 

but he wasn’t much of a stranger, was he... or maybe it was simply martel who saw her younger brother’s face-- a resemblance in behavior-- in each lost child she’d come to know.