( 𝗜𝗡 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥 : Bradley Abelli. ) ── * Answered. - Blog Posts
tag dump ( 4 / ??? )
【 loni says | You gonna catch me if I eat a brick? | bg3 party banter , accepting. ( i think this is the right meme i check last night fjlajf )
droplets dart across concrete, puddles of stagnant water forming, small ripples forming with each step. air damp, the faint scent acrid scent of mildew and humidity lingers in the air. it's one long corridor—— well, sewer, honestly. it's one long sewer, a twisting tunnel of refuse / a maze of underground runway and whatever others nasties might dwell within. it's a mess of rubbish, spiderwebs and lost toys. each more sad to come across than the last—— lost treasure not meant to find itself back home again. ( and brad wouldn't change that. )
fingers crackle with magic, the tinny hum of sorcery, the twisting of unnatural forces. hand sits aloft, flames crackling in palm, light chases off shadows—— rats scurry from stomping feet. it's not his usual locale. give him an ancient tomb over some musty, funky sewer, but there's something here. something worth finding, something worth braving shards of broken glass and risk of infection. it helps when neither of those things bother him anymore; a twisted, unnatural body has benefits, far more benefits than cons. dulled sense of smell ... well, that works wonders here. ain't perfect, mind you. small air fresheners drift around them, cutting down on stomach-turning nausea. it gives more time to think, to scout, to consider riddles given. gaze never drifts far from map nor etching in grimy walls. at least, not until she speaks.
voice draws attention, plucking focus with ease. no small feat, mind you ! not many could've managed that much when he's lost in thought, drifting between countless possibilities; it's a moment of grounding. it brings him back to the same plane; it brings him back to her. a ship sent out to sea returning to harbor, again and again. ( always destined to depart. ) / never truly meant to stay.
❛ counter point ... don't fall down here because i literally don't know what you'll land in. ❜ lips pucker, brows knitted together in worry, regarding the trash around them far more consciously than before. head turns to watch her, eyes flickering in conjured flame, something dances in them. something circles in dark hues, a dancer wreathed in flame, a passionate trance only illuminated by fire. ❛ BUT and big but, not your butt, mind you, if that were to happen then i suppose i'll give it a college try. no promises. no refunds. no returns. ❜ a faint laugh echoes off tunnel walls, gentle yet ringing down a treacherous path. a pause, boots slowing to a stop with a firm thud. ❛ ... ❜ free hand reaches for her, fingers gesturing towards her. ❛ hold my hand. that make you feel any better? ❜
@packless
【 @metanoen , momo says | ❛ well, well, well, if it isn't the consequences of my own actions. ❜ | * mixed bag prompts , accepting.
single digits hooks collar, a sole insignificant gesture, a mere passive act—— a hair faster than the wretched limb that swipes at her head. eyes barely lift from screen, mid-session of another doom scroll, one of several ... hundred today alone. ( boring ! ) word pursues endless, a tireless hunt, it brings with it nothing aside from lethargy. even company barely keeps the weight from becoming crushing, from becoming too much to bear—— a nice dip in a newly formed star—— maybe that'll perk him up. give a new sense of life to this tiresome one. at least, that's what he thought !
countless tomes, artifacts, treasures ( and collectibles! ) were littered around. brad's den of trinkets, rightfully bought—— &. otherwise. guess it only makes sense momo would've been a little curious ... ah, the ken takakura stuff. right. ❛ y'know, cuginetta, trynna meet ken takakura nearly got you ... er, hold on. ❜ a wince, trying to work out something, a sluggishness sits on tongue, dulling clever wit. ❛ lemme do that again. ❜
——————————CUT ! CHANGE SCENE ! ACTION !
single digits hooks collar, a burst of speed behind such gesture, a quick act of heroism—— a hair faster than the wretched limb that swipes at her head. eyes barely lift from screen, mid-session of another doom scroll, one of several ... hundred today alone. ( better ! ) ❛ guess you had a hand in letting this one out, didn't you, cuginetta? don't worry. i'm here before things get out of hand. ❜ lips twist into a smirk, a flash of pearly white teeth, all too pleased with himself. ❛ oh, oh ! let me give you a hand ! ❜ fingers snap, a surge of light—— a flicker of lights, film case snaps shut, and a decrepit limb falls to the floor with a hollow thud. gently releases collar, rolling the severed limb off into some far corner.
❛ guess you could say im ... pretty handy. ❜