A rainy day in Konoha, soft sounds and earthy scents filled the air. It was a far different sensation than that of the metallic industry of Ame. Eyes closed, a gentle smile on his face, Kyohi was settled beneath a tree with a snow white rabbit huddled up on his lap, over his crossed legs, making something of a nest for the animal.

One of his summons.

He ran a finger gently over its ears, comforting. It was the youngest of the rabbits he could summon.

"I wonder if it's weird to say...the rain sounds different here, than it does in Ame..." he mused quietly as the small rabbit looked up at him with its ruby red eyes...almost like a reflection of himself.

Miraba con mucho amor un peluche en forma de perro chihuahua, era una de esas miradas donde se veía totalmente su necesidad de tener ese peluche, el juego de feria era sencillo pero la poca habilidad de Ian y la barrera del lenguaje coloquial le es imposible soñar con pagar y jugar por ese perrito “¿Puedo tomarle una foto?” Pregunta con su cámara colgando de su cuello.

@lordsecondsenju

"Hello? Ojisan? Are you home?" No answer. She stood idle in the entryway for a bit, waiting, before finally shifting her feet out of her sandals, and stepping into the house. Her uncle's home wasn't more than a stone's throw from the one that the hokage and his family lived in at the heart of the Senju compound. It was smaller, though. Hardly built to accommodate a family. Instead it housed only Tobirama, and a wast and every growing collection of knowledge that must have been organized somehow, surely. But as Kaname walked carefully through it, whatever system he had in place was beyond her understanding. She nonetheless curiously eyed scrolls and books as she passed them on her way deeper into the house, temptation to study them further making the young woman's fingers itch, listening for any response.

"Ojisan? It's Kaname!" She called again, fingers playing with the braided cord around the two scrolls in her hand; the reason she was there. Disappointments and ever so slight annoyance furrowed her brow. Maybe he really wasn't home after all?

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"Well that's what I'm wondering" said Logan in a low voice as he leaned into kiss her stomach over her sweater. "What do I have to do, to convince you not to go." He knew what the answer would be though he was still going to try to get her to either cancel her out of town trip, or get on a later flight.

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   Pages of a book rustled against each other and they were flipped through. The blonde leaned on the counter of this kitchen, resting his cheek on his hand causing his cheek to press into his glasses and make them askew.

   With a strong pout, his eyes glanced over to the batter he was attempting to make. It was far from what he wanted it to be. Perhaps that is what he gets for finally following a recipe. Looking back to the cook book, he read over the ingredients and triple checked that everything that was on the list was what he put into that bowl.

   Amid his count of how many eggs he had put in, the door opened making him glance up from his book. Seeing his roommate standing in the doorway caused a smile to spring to his lips. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here, Syo-chan!”

@truaighe

Sonja watched the streets, studying the different costumes the children were running around in with amusement. Halloween night, one of the few times in the year that herself and the others didn't have to bother to hide or play human, the children instead were fascinated by their supposed 'costumes'. They laughed and shrieked with glee when she showed her fangs or pretended to lunge for them, the parents or guardians looked a little more nervous at the way her eyes shone in the dark or the sharp points of her teeth, but all were willing to write it off this particular night of the year. They even bought that Szélanya was wearing a costume, the children were chattering about something called a 'lightfury', some sort of dragon--blissfully unaware that they stood next to an actual dragon that was partially shifted to a draconid form.

She handed out the candy to the children, sometimes complimenting their costumes, sometimes she'd hiss and pretend to hide from the one dressed as holy figures (even if that was a hilarious myth that humans had come up with). Many were eager to visit the manor, and take a peek inside, given visitors were rarely granted entry. There was pride, in knowing that theirs was considered the 'best' house, even if there was precious little additional decoration put up.

Sonja laughed as she watched a child leave with their parent, and drew herself up from her crouched position to survey the approaching trick or treaters. She picked up the bucket of candy, idly shaking it as she grabbed a few handfuls of more candy into it to replenish her stock. She called out to Szé in hungarian, checking on her and ensuring she was alright, but the she-dragon was fine, in her element and having fun playing with the trick or treaters and handing out candy as she did. She turned her gaze with a smile, noticing a new pair approaching her. A young girl, with a man, early twenties if she guessed. Not a parent, perhaps a sibling...maybe a uncle, there was a faint resemblance. The child didn't have her attention, the man did. Not simply because he was handsome, and his eyes were a beautiful gray--but she could smell a vampire.

There were not many vampires, that didn't fall under her direct leadership. Curious.

"Happy Halloween, and welcome to Ordoghaz." She greeted, flashing her fangs in a smile and reaching out to pass over candy to the child the man was with. Sonja cocked her head, recognizing the child despite the costume. Ismira, Roran's daughter. She hadn't thought that Brom would let someone else take his grand-niece out. Curiouser still. "Ah, Little Ismira. Tell your Grand Uncle Brom I said hello, hmn? And who might this be with you? Certainly not your father, or your Uncle Eragon......?"

|| @deviousmxnds | 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓻 ||

On one's pat, on one's tod— It needn't mattered how she was surrounded by a vast amount of people, Doris still felt at the pit of her stomach the feeling of emptiness. Her nerves were practically going haywires, making her feel stiff and out of place. Many people were all huddled with their own groups preparing to receive the call for when the boat was ready to be boarded. There were smiles among the excited individuals, some clearly family, and others even...even clearly lovers.

Desolate eyes fluttered down towards the pavement as the uneasy feeling from within only intensified. Seeing these devotees... it made this all feel the more worse. Seeing them all smiling, laughing, holding one another— it brought her a great feeling of isolation and, dare I say, abandonment.

A loud bellowing horn blared out from the boat, forcing the dame to lift her head up and turn her attention to it. Following this horn came a quick announcement, a voice, seeming to be the captain, called through with a—

❝ TEN MINUTES BEFORE WE'RE READY TO BOARD !!! please begin to form a line near the dock ❞

Crowds passed by Doris in a hurry, beginning to line up in their designated areas- but she, she couldn't. No matter if the announcement was telling her to move, no matter if they were almost ready to begin their sail; her feet stayed glued to the very spot she was at.

Frantically, she began to look over the others heads, trying her best to see if she could spot Edgar anywhere. As she waited, she kept letting people cut past her, seeming far more concerned about where he could be rather than her departure or place in line.

❝ Edgar— ❞ Doris murmured out faintly to herself as she kept peering around the thickened crowd ❝ Where are you... ❞

|| @the-blackened-dove | 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹 || ______________________________________________________________ Off the walls bounced a familiar sound, the noise of a heavy oak wooden door being pushed open with the squealing of much needed oiled hinges. What followed were slight echoes brought by heel-to-toe strides, ones making their way to the bar counter. One needn't not to see to know whoever entered the room held themselves highly. The steps were calm, slow, well paced— it almost felt as though they were strategic in pattern.

These treads belonged to none other than the mad telepath himself, Edgar Cizko; otherwise known to many as 𝑫𝒐𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝑷𝒔𝒚𝒄𝒉𝒐. Although short in stature, his presence brought immense hesitance that easily overpowered the room. A few fallen silent, the smart ones keeping their gazes away while the curious couldnt help but get a peek. Seeing him out in public like this was rare, very rare. It wasn't everyday that the cooped up man would free himself from his own cage and explore the world, least, not without reason.

Edgar hoisted himself up onto one of the barstools before reaching into his pocket. In a collective manner, the doctor pulled out a case, opened it up, then pulled out a arturo fuente hemingway cigar. Two seats down peered a stranger whom'd opened their mouth to speak momentarily. ❝ — You know you cant- ❞

With a look that could kill, Edgar shot the man looks of daggers. Truly, he could care any less. He was here to enjoy himself, which meant, he was going to smoke his cigar no matter if it was illegal to do so indoors. The stranger sealed their lips before simply getting up to move seats.

After this, the charcoal haired man faced the woman behind the counter, Roxxy. His gaze shifted, a smile crept up onto his lips as he held the unlit cigar up, waving it a few times before saying in a surprisingly deeply smooth voice.

❝ You don't mind either now, do you? ❞

Although stated as a question, how his words rolled off his tongue made it feel far more like a statement, which further showed how even if the dame did say that she minded, he'd still continue with what he intended for no matter who'd disapprove.

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She had hesitated to embrace him.

It was improper, she knew that.

But listening to him, watching him, weary-eyed and troubled, had made her heart ache.

It had for some time. And at this moment, her words failed her in her attempt to offer what support she could, and called her body to action louder than her mind demanded her to stop.

No one will see. No one must know.

And Willas hadn’t pulled himself away, or tried to stop her as her arms had wrapped around him, until her forehead was pressing against his back.

Kat opened her mouth, as if to speak, but her voice failed her at first.

Then she spoke, with little more than a whisper.

"Please...forgive, and allow, this impropriety, my lord.."

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“I genuinely do not have time for this.”

Heavy boots causes a light echo within the room, as she paces to and fro. With the crow-like mask hanging at her side, barely visible under the dark tattered coat, her agitation was clear as day.

“But fine...I’ll play your damn game, if that’s what it takes.”

‘In the light of the sun I vanish.  In the dark of the night you won’t find me I follow all from birth to grave But a cloud in the sky, and I say bye bye.’

Isabella’s fingers flex, as she contemplates the riddle set before her, brow furrowing in frustration for a couple of moments. Then her pacing suddenly comes to abrupt halt, her gaze fixing itself upon the Riddler once more.

“I think...the answer is shadows?”

Well shit...that wasn’t too bad.

@knifvd

      T he inextinguishable quietude of the extensive and Viridescent forested territory,a locality established in the midpoint east section of Rukongai, they sauntered through was indisputably overwhelming -Resulting into anxieties materializing outward in a magnitude that prudential vigilance was at its highest decree. ---- The adolescent had been deployed onto the external fields beyond the Seireitei's barricades to inspect the gruesome event involving the barbarous slaughter of multitude children; they were discovered exanimated and inwardly hollowed out, their chests, more so their entrails, were mangled by what bore a resemblance to serrated claws by the sheer disorderly remnants of interspersed ichor and flesh amidst the besmirching earth,ajar for all to be discourteously impacted with a forthrightly and harrowing reminder, of the momentous rebarbative classification, of their impotent fragility, or so the reports he had perused 'fore departing asseverated. ------ Hitsugaya, being the youngest appendage amongst the thirteen commanders, was consciously selected to carry out this undertaking in hopes that the monstrosity committing this atrocity would target and mistake him as an innocuous prey, a banquet, to revel and guzzle down to his skeletal substructure. Such decisions were justifiably fortified by the ruination of officers - those who had gone to assess the dreadful events in advance of him and the woman he had insisted Kyoraku to permit in accompanying his flank with the intent of acquisition experience. Footsteps are abruptly desisted by a diminutive riverbed as eyes, stringent with glacial essence, intently scrutinized their proximal environs. " Ishikawa. " he enunciates their name with an unambiguous authoritative tonality intermingled amidst his intonation. " -- If you see or hear anything out of the ordinary, you are to inform me immediately. Understand? "

Lurking into the light

@elluq

The war was hard, even if it had just began. The miner knew it was only the beginning to something far worse, something long and terrifying. But he had no reason to stick around to it and participate.

Not now at least.

So, when he spotted a ship beginning to depart he took his chances. He had went to take his chance. But that was when something caught his optic. A bot in some sort of distress.

Some medic it seemed but he wasn't sure. Despite the chance of getting off this planet and from the main war...his tanks told him otherwise.

"This better be worth it." He mumbled before turning back around and heading towards the bot.

@goresugars​

“Hey... wake up...” He gently shakes the other’s shoulder, the warm smell of breakfast filling the room. “I made pancakes and orange juice.”

@hatredcurse :: Senju Sadao or Uchiha Junichi v; warring states

“What is your name?” “Mei” “Where is your home” “I don’t have one, it was destroyed.” “Why are you here?”  “I’m looking for work. Any work. So I don’t have to starve.” “What do you know about the Senju?” “I’ve heard they are a myth.”

Maeko looked up from the fire as the thunder clapped outside the old inn. The wind was making the wooden structure creak and moan, but it stood fast reliably.

She had been lost in though, the sound of the rain on the roof soothing and making her mind drift and she pinched her leg through the fabric of the simple kimono she wore.  She’d been away from home for half a year, but she still couldn’t allow herself to forget who she was, what she was and why she was there. And what a small slip-up at any point could mean.  She wasn’t Senju Maeko here; she was Mei. Polite, and hardworking, pretty but with strong arms and hands that had been callused by hard work and burns from the fire she so often tended to. 

There was a cheer from the corner, immediately chased by a defeated groan and a curse. Two old men from the village were occupying the table there, they always came in after dark to gamle.  And the young woman who quietly sipped her tea a few tables away from Maeko, she liked to listen when Tama, the elderly owner of the inn, sung. Maybe because she couldn’t sing very well herself, since she had no tongue. 

That evening the two old men and the young woman were the only regulars at the inn, the other five were travelers and merchants, faces she'd only just seen and would likely never see again. 

But no Uchiha.  Not tonight. 

It had been hard at first to learn which who was an Uchiha and who was not. Some could be just as reserved, sober and polite as the travelers who came for a bath and a bed, or as crude as the farmers who came during the evenings to gamble and drink. But most were confident enough in the loyalty of the villagers to come and go freely, proudly displaying the crest on their backs and once they’d had a few cups of sake they had no problem talking a little too loudly of their achievements on their most recent mission or battle.   She prayed they’d drink enough to choke, while she smiled and maintained her shy façade.  They had swallowed her act, but they rarely choked. Still, Maeko almost never saw the same Uchiha twice.

Another clap of thunder shook her to the bone.  She glanced towards the door. There had been no Uchiha this evening as of yet, but no familiar faces either. She was expecting one, a specifik one, and had been for the past few days. Mei's time was almost up, and Maeko was going home. Finally.

But the night was still young.

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Vera's had been responsible for her best friends daughter Hannah for since she was three years old. Now at the age of nine year the girl had been going through a phase of obsessing over wanting her to start a farm. When Vera purchased her farmhouse like property a decade ago, she didn't picture herself owning animals that would make her need to wake up at the crack of dawn. She didn't know how many times she could swerve away from breaking the girls heart. So instead, she used her partner as an excuse, her last sentence being. "I don't think they'd want to live with chickens chirping in the early mornings, but ask them." Just as they turned around the corner, Hannah took her moment, which surprised Vera. The young blonde asked, "Would you ever want to live on a farm with chickens?" after a moment of surprise, she quickly began motioning him to say no, behind Hannah's back. She was hoping he'd catch on quick enough before answering the lightheartedly posed question without realizing its weight.

@piecesofacrow​

   The night was typically a scary place. Even more so for a child that was alone. The redhead walked through the cut grass with her hands interlaced behind her back. Perhaps is she was not wearing white, she could simply fade into the shadows and just be another denizen of the night.

   A beat. Feeling eyes on her, Lillia glanced around her surroundings. Her eyes finally met a figure in the distance. A female, for the proportions and height, if she had to guess. She was a bit too far away to tell any defining features of the other.    Stopping under a dim light did make her stand out, however. Thankfully, she looked like a regular girl, around 12, that simply liked a very particular fashion. Her hands smoothed over her white dress as they came to her sides. Although, not hungry, as she saw the other begin to move towards her, she stood where she was and gave a simple wave to the approaching female. Ahh, the perks of looking unassuming.