#volitionisms

BOTH of you are grounded.

Anda’s shoulders rose and fell as they came down, vision tunneling less, world becoming less focused. All that remained were scattered pixels on the ground, fading as they had no physical body to cling do. A look was given to the shovel they gripped in both hands...

...Well, it was more of a stick with a handle, now. The metal spade part was warped and dented, on the other side of the alleyway. (”...Did I do that?”)

It was hard to remember how they got into this situation. Anda’s objective was the red safety zones peppering the city, and along the way, someone was cornered...

...!

(”The kid--”)

Yes. The one that got a nasty blow to the face. Anda told him to hide behind the slab of concrete leaning against the wall.

send me a ✏️ and my muse will draw a picture of your muse

to say that reptilise isn't open at all times would be nothing short of a lie. the place isn'y always brimming with people, but that doesn't mean the vibe is any less entertaining, just a little more calm- being one of the slow hours, dave isn't quite as attentive to the bar as he should be, usually his attention stays at helping with orders and making sure the costumers are happy.

when he does return, there's a familiar face taking a spot at the other side of the counter, smugly asking to be attended. "aren't you a bit small to be asking for that?" he plays along, smiling at the kid.

Link smiled wide when he saw the cookies and cocoa, nodding quickly to Tetsuro. ‘Of course! That sounds like a lot of fun!’

Send ‘!!’ and I’ll write a para description of your muse from mine’s perspective

(”Tetsuro! He’s kinda shy, but he’s really brave. And stubborn--that’s probably something he got from Jyuzo. I see him a couple times a week, and if I’m over at his house, I usually save something for him to grab later. He doesn’t like hanging around his roommates.”)

...

     You’re out walking with Christian when he waves a hand to get your attention, then points at yet another outside display of seasonal decorations. The store’s not too populated--most people are out for lunch--so no one immediately comes out to yell at you for what happens next.      Neither of you notice the only person who could do anything to stop you, someone (coincidentally!) you’ve already met, standing nearby.

     Soon you two are before a discounted rack of scarecrow decorations, the kind with goofy faces and charming straw hair. To the both of you, though, the faces are hideous and mocking, a cartoon depiction of those condemned and sacrificed back in The Dream.