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𝓼𝓽π“ͺ𝓻𝓼. ([personal profile] hobbitholmes) wrote in [community profile] synthneon2020-01-05 04:51 pm

Β· CALL ME OUT (WINTER) Β·

call me out
Β· winter 2020 Β·
Neon on black top, there's gentle rain downtown.
The shadow pooling underneath me, as it follows on the ground.



❚ PICK A MUSE FROM HERE
❚ WRITE THE NAME IN THE SUBJECT
❚ SEPARATE SECTION FOR VOICE TESTING
❚ ___new cmo out in a few months
servitor: (#letigre)

[personal profile] servitor 2020-05-04 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
I haven't poked my head in the wrong place yet.

[Sort of true. Moving with Fenrir made it easier to navigate undetected. Still... he had a point.]

Know anything about sedation on Palaces?

[Maybe they're drunk? Asleep? Medicated? Nyx can't call himself smart enough to know the nuances.

They press on, reaching the first roof, half made of glass and brightly lit from the inside. This Palace seemed as if it were a mansion-sized greenhouse. The general spoke often enough about "growing the right minds" and "weeding out the unlucky."

If the situation weren't dire he'd almost find it funny.]
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[personal profile] jokerofhearts 2020-05-06 07:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ Joker gives the man a smirk from over his shoulder. Smart. Maybe he's a bit more talented at this than he first thought. ]

Sedation isn't something I have to worry about.

[ He shakes his head. ]

Usually there's something distracting the palace owner.
servitor: (sus as hell)

[personal profile] servitor 2020-05-10 03:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Then we'll call it a good thing for now.

[He surveys what he assumes is the main garden, full of statues and an impossible fountain sitting in the center. The shadows here take the forms of gardeners and, strangely, nymphs. Maybe he's more delusional than Nyx imagined.

Something about that fountain though...]


Can you see what's in the center of that?

[He points specifically to a strange object. It appears to have a solid form, but from his angle Nyx can't puzzle out what it could mean.]
jokerofhearts: ♦ <lj user="andcrossbones"> / <lj user="jokerofhearts"> (pls don't take) (j β™₯ show me don't tell me.)

[personal profile] jokerofhearts 2020-05-17 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ He wishes nypmhs were a strange thing. But, after seeing what was hiding inside of Kamoshida's Palace? Nothing is really surprising ever to him now. Except maybe the level that people are willing to sink. It seems too just go down down down... ]

Not from here.

[ Joker turns his head to Mona. ]

Stay here, I'll be right back.

[ Then with almost cat like agility, he is bouncing off the top of some pillars that adorn the garden. He even slinks down behind one of the statues as a pair of nymphs pass. ]
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[personal profile] servitor 2020-05-17 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
[He barely had a chance to argue before the young man was off.

Alright then.]


Fenrir.

[His Persona doesn't materialize, not quite. He stays hidden, oscillating between solid and shape. What one can clearly see are a pair of great golden eyes hovering just behind Nyx. They say nothing and watch, ready to strike as they cautiously inch closer.

As it is, both of them have their eyes trained on the nastier-looking nymphs. They can provide cover, should he need it.]
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[personal profile] jokerofhearts 2020-05-21 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ Huh. He can control how strong his persona is -- or has he not fully awakened?

Once the nymphs have passed, Joker peaks his head around. With a glance over he dashes to the shadowed part of the fountain. He looks around at everything before standing up. There's a statue that the water is coming from. It looks... off. Maybe loose? ]
servitor: (black ops)

[personal profile] servitor 2020-07-22 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[Nyx hazards to move closer, and some part of him is tempted to just cause a scene. Too bad the stealth of his Persona doesn't extend further than himself.

There are, at least, a few solid quick exits he's mapped out. Nyx keeps inching closer, wondering how keen these nymphs are.

Well. Why not.

He rips off a sizable chunk of foliage and hurls it far from the young man and himself. It doesn't quite land where Nyx had wanted it to go, but it's close enough. The nymphs, on extreme alert, immediately leave their posts to investigate. Quiet as a shadow, Nyx drops down next to the other.]


That's a few minutes' time, if we need it.