#thelostvessel

What should he do other than wander around aimlessly? He can’t do anything he wants to do like this, he doesn’t have hands, he can’t talk with his undeveloped vocal cords—

Speaking of not talking... wait. That cloak, those horns... could it be? That’s the Hollow Knight over there, no mistaking it! Just as he remembers from his days at the palace!

                   What was that creature that was roaming through the halls of his condo complex ? There was no way they were human. But what was with their...skull ? Bony head ? Two holes suggested that they must have once had eyes, so...did that mean they were dead ? But a dead person couldn’t walk, so was this creature still alive after all ? Ugh. No matter how Nagamasa tried to make sense of this being, he couldn’t.

                   That having been said, he couldn’t just let them wander through the complex. They hadn’t done anything yet —– but that didn’t mean they wouldn’t try something once Nagamasa’s back was turned. What if they attacked one of the other denizens of this complex ? Unfortunately, Nagamasa wasn’t in a position to strike first. A wooden sword and a garbage lid wouldn’t do anything against what he assumed was bone. That left him with only one other option ——– and it was a risky one.

“Time out. Whoa there. What in my name are you. You’re so tiny and is that a little sword? How cuuuuute.“ 

Normally a god would never squat down, but to be entertained by this was an opportunity he could not let go. 

She nearly jumped right out of her skin. She didn’t even notice  the small creature when she was closing up her Dojang for the night. At the sudden surprise, she slams the palm of her hand against her chest and gasps a ‘oh’ before calming down with a sigh of relief. 

“Oh my goodness, you’re so cute!” THAT is her second reaction, because let’s face it. Whatever they are, they are really cute. Getting down on both her knees, she places her hands on top her thighs. 

Sibling.

They betray no emotion. They cannot.

When Hotaru heard the screams of panicked civilians coming from the art gallery, she wasted no time in transforming before rushing over to help those in need.

When she arrived with her glaive in hand, she was met with various pieces of artwork attacking the museum visitors.

“Well, I’ll give them points for creativity.” Vaati watched with mild disinterest as a gang of stuffed animals with razor-sharp teeth attempted to climb over themselves to reach him where he was floating in midair. The tiny terrors weren’t much of a threat to the sorcerer, however- a gust of wind was enough to knock their little tower over. Of course, they just tried to climb over themselves once more, but that just led to him knocking them over again.

“Perseverant little things, aren’t you? It’s a shame you’ll never reach me. Cute, but ultimately pathetic.” 

💛 💜 ❤️ || as much as she wanted to lose herself and ADMIRE the fantastic displays all around, the world seemed to crumble and shake. satori didn't bother to DALLY and attend janus' ceremony, she has a feeling that something would go awry or otherwise she'd waste her time listening to someone she has not held much of an OPINION on.

a trail of fingers over marble pillars; of course whatever the HELL went down would shake the entire museum to the core. when once she was delighted at how thorough the displays were in the name of ARTISTIC pursuits, she's now all but pulling her hairs out over this whole affair. a bite of her lip; she's not usually lost, but with a lack of other minds to direct her way, there's nothing. just EMPTY white halls.