EOLIA_ANSUL_ARTONELICO

      “I would be lying by saying situations like this were new to me.” He responds. Matt could chalk up being the skeptic when it came to things that seemed ludicrous on the surface. But, with the ever growing threats he faced in Hell’s Kitchen, he was convinced that it was only gonna increase from there on. The Hand, Midland Circle, seemed as if it were only yesterday. Now, here he finds himself teaming up with three strangers once more. For their fate of their lives.     “I agree. I’d suggest we keep are guard up and expect something waiting for us.” He nods. Should anything come up, and it probably will. Matt was able to fend himself and do what he could to see his team safe. It was as good as time as any to shake off the rust. There was a lot of questions that were lingering in the air. But there weren’t gonna find them by remaining idle. Their first step would be setting these so called beacons he has been listening in on.

   The looming erasure hanging over their heads wasn’t something she was unfamiliar with. Threats of oblivion, of destroying the world, destroying the Tower that kept her alive, gave this similar feeling of dread at hearing the words of the robotic girl. A feeling of uneasiness and a sense of urgency had settled on her once again.     The similarity of the situations didn’t help her nervousness, though. 

   “So we’re going to set the beacons then, correct?” No matter how they had gotten together, how prepared they were, or how good their teamwork was, most of her team was made up of strangers to her. Communication was key to get this team, team Shadow, off the ground. And perhaps make a few friends along the way.

Shurelia’s team for the event: 

Shurelia ( @toweradministrator​ )

Haruto ( @sperorevoco​ )

Daredevil ( @bloodymxrtyr​ )

Regarding the starters I owe for those who liked my plotting call, lemme know if you want me to make them event based! It could be interesting.

@heartofiop

   This person seemed like he had it together in at least some sort of sense, compared to the rest of the city. The city of robotic residents and weirdos.

Honestly the fun bun looked a little like a cheap pastry you could get in a vending machine. Merukimon observes it from side to side, the tiny thing really small in his large hands.

His name called, and eyes go down.

…

 “This.” His other hand reaches into the abandoned bakery, its roof torn open and then his hand comes back up. Full of fun buns.

“Here.“

 “You know what it is. Don’t you.”

   “I do.” For her small stature, it was honestly amazing that she could hold a conversation with this guy at all. And how long had the bakery been closed? Were the Funbuns even safe to eat at this point? Wait, who cares?

     Despite the instruments Marie has learned throughout her life, she can’t recognize a single word that comes out of this girl’s mouth – except one.

     “Songs? Music? Oh, I love music! Do you play?”

   Oh good, something to distract her from her ongoing existential crisis.