not that fragile

…It is not that simple. Maybe the mist just covers a larger area than he’d thought, or maybe it’s constantly moving and shifting, but now that he’s walked into it, he can’t seem to walk out of it. Anakin hefts his lightsaber higher, using it to light his path, though it’s not very effective in actually giving him a better visual of anything due to the ever-present mist.

It would appear he’s not the only person navigating the city’s newly mist-covered streets, though – just ahead, there’s a woman he’s vaguely familiar with, facing the other direction. She’s just – standing there. What, is she lost or something? Because last time Anakin checked, this isn’t that great of a hangout location. He flicks his lightsaber off, clipping it onto his belt, and takes a few steps closer.

❝ Uh, aren’t people supposed to be evacuating or something? ❞ he asks pointedly. The unvoiced, skeptical what are you doing? is clear in his tone.

     The woman’s response is equally as pointed, her back remaining turned to the familiar voice. After a few moments, however, the blonde finally begins to slowly turn, her full frame eventually facing Anakin now. Whatever the light she had seen vaguely doesn’t seem to matter at the moment, more specifically because whatever that may have been causing it is now out of her sight.

      ❝ ... Besides, there’s a few things I want to see for myself, ❞

      ❝ And if there’s some people that need my help along my way... Well, I’ll try and guide them along, ❞ she adds a bit passively, perhaps hinting to the fact that it’s not the primary reason why she’s still present within the mists. While she isn’t adverse to helping people, of course, it’s not really her main goal here and pretending that it is would be foolish of her to do.

The unfortunate thing about the mist was that you had to walk through it to get most places.  The paths only worked out about a quarter of the time in his favor – and even on the paths he’d had a strange moment or two – so he was stuck trudging through the mist praying he didn’t get caught by his evil twin or some Constantine jerks.  Crow was a bit tired of running.

He was once again attempting to get to Lionheart.  At this point he’d mostly memorized his way there; he was also careful to walk as quickly as possible so that nothing could sneak up on him.  So far he’d managed three treks out into the mist without getting himself into any trouble – he was hoping for a fourth.  He didn’t really feel like dealing with traumatic memories right now.

As he rounded the last corner to Lionheart, he saw a figure heading down the path to Savior’s Respite.  Oh, that was a terrible plan on her part.  Crow booked it after her; he managed to catch up while she was still on the path leading to the large cliff.

     Instead, the blonde simply remains still as she looks off at the path before her, the woman’s azure hues seeming to look for something within the mist. Umbrella twirling gently for a moment, Fragile suddenly stops it, hastily closing it and tucking it away on top of the small bag she carries within her other hand.

     Wordlessly does she finally turn to look at the stranger, tears now softly running down her cheeks. She knows that he can’t see nor even sense the danger ahead but she can... And she can help. 

👹   -  for [ YOUR / MY ] muse to run into [ MINE / YOURS ] at a costume party.

👻   -  for our muses to go ghost-hunting together.

💀   -  for [ YOUR / MY ] muse to visit [ MINE / YOURS ] as a ghost.

🩸   -  for [ YOUR / MY ] muse to run up to [ MINE / YOURS ] covered in blood.

🧟   -  for our muses to be trapped in a zombie apocalypse together.

🧛   -  for [ YOUR / MY ] muse to find out that [ MINE / YOURS ] is a vampire.

🧙   -  for [ YOUR / MY ] muse to place a spell on [ MINE / YOURS. ]

🦹   -  for [ YOUR / MY ] muse to show off their costume to [ MINE / YOURS. ]

🦸   -  for [ YOUR / MY ] muse to dress up as a [ HERO OF YOUR CHOICE ] with [ MINE / YOURS. ]

🕷   -  for [ YOUR / MY ] muse to scare [ MINE / YOURS ] with a spider.

🕸   -  for [  YOUR / MY ] muse to save [ MINE / YOURS ] from a giant spider’s web.

🌕   -  for our muses to sit beneath a full moon together.

🏠   -  for our muses to visit a haunted house together.

🎡   -  for our muses to visit a haunted carnival together.

🧪   -  for our muses to be trapped in an evil scientist’s liar together.

🪦   -  for our muses to visit a graveyard together at night.

⚰️   -  for [ YOUR / MY ] muse to watch [ MINE / YOURS ] rise from the dead.

🪓   -  for [ YOUR / MY ] muse to chase [ MINE / YOURS ] with an axe.

☎️   -  for [ YOUR / MY ] muse to anonymously called [ MINE / YOURS. ]

🎃   -  for our muses to carve pumpkins together.

🦇  -  for [ YOUR / MY ] muse to watch [ MINE / YOURS ] turn into a bat. 

                                                                          … or maybe it’s all in his head.

                                                   EMILY.

       he snaps his head around, scanning the surroundings. with increasing desperation, he pivots, the world around him a blur, unable to discern the recognisable gait of his sister amid the crowds. any familiarity that remained has melted away, and in its stead, a waking dream. was this emily’s doing? is it all just a trick? has she trapped him in her head? maybe she’s learned how to fight back after all.

       … but the more he takes in of his circumstances, the less he can reason it away so easily. 

     Long black coat and hair... Most of it obscuring his face. She notes internally that she actually can’t really see it too well if at all... And the mist certainly doesn’t help with that.

{ hey everyone! while i’m still mulling multiple ideas within my mind for Fragile regarding this event, i have my heart set on two particular plots. while i will provide a blurb for both ideas down below, i would prefer to plot out thread ideas in dms so! if you like this post, i will come into your dms in order to plot a thread with you. thanks! }

SENTIENT DATA IMPRINT: BTs.

aka ‘Beached Things’. They are the universal cause of harm in Fragile’s world and prey on the living; those that they envy since they are no longer living and cannot cross into the afterlife. BTs can only be seen and sensed by those with DOOMS like Fragile so as a result, they will be virtually unseen by anyone other than herself. Despite this, they can still very much attack and harm your character and, if they are consumed by a BT, will cause a voidout, which will essentially destroy the entire radius around them. Since there are no means of fighting them within Isola, avoiding them is necessary and as such, Fragile will try and lead your character to safety.

SENTIENT DATA IMPRINT: HIGGS.

five word starter sentences! feel free to change the pronouns/tenses/etc. as you like!

❝ i love you so much! ❞

❝ you’re very dear to me. ❞

❝ can i hold your hand? ❞

❝ we will always be friends! ❞

❝ let’s pinkie promise on it! ❞

❝ i promise: i’ll be here. ❞

❝ i wish for your happiness. ❞

❝ i wish to see you. ❞

❝ i miss you so much! ❞

❝ i wish you were here! ❞

❝ i’ll be there very soon! ❞

❝ oh, you actually made it! ❞

❝ when we’re together, time flies!. ❞

❝ don’t do that to yourself. ❞

❝ all i wanted was us. ❞

❝ it’s like a waking nightmare! ❞

❝ you are coming with me. ❞

❝ i won’t leave you behind! ❞

❝ i guess i was wrong! ❞

❝ that will show me, huh? ❞

❝ it can’t end like this! ❞

❝ can you ever forgive me? ❞

❝ i trusted you back then. ❞

❝ i should have known better. ❞

No one says she can’t enjoy her own Green tea latte and a slice of chocolate mousse cake. It just so happened that she just clocked out a moment ago and since she’s already at NokNok Cafe, she might as well enjoy some of her time relaxing. 

SO, the Gumiho waits in line. She has her tails wrapped around her to prevent taking up so much space. Nine tails is a lot after all. 

       IT COULD BE WORSE; they could’ve set the whole kitchen on fire, but it was relegated to their sleeve in the end. placing the dish upon the bench fresh from the oven, kris wrinkles their nose—- it smells… a little burnt, but at least it isn’t blackened beyond recognition, unlike some previous attempts. plucking off the mitts, they take a bowl, filled with whipped cream spiked with a dash of vanilla and cinnamon, and slap a dollop on top of the pie with the whisk. it splatters a bit, but that’s okay, the clean-up could wait until after it was done. that makes sense, right?

       abandoning the whisk in the bowl, they take the backside of a spoon, and spread it over the pie’s surface. piping bags would’ve made this a little easier, but they’re not a coward; the more cream, the better, with or without convenience. however, before they can resume their culinary endeavour, it takes them a second to notice someone else has walked into the kitchen…

       —and they got a fleck of cream on their clothes. 

     Umbrella still open, the blonde keeps it still as she watches the stranger pause in their actions now, the two of them now in a silent stare-off of sorts. However, after a few moments, Fragile is quick to close her umbrella and tuck it back into the straps of her small luggage bag, now offering the younger roommate a smile as she takes a step forward into the kitchen.

      ❝ Cooking or baking? ❞ though with another quick glance, it’s easy to tell what the answer is.