there's this absent of light, everything feels cold, it's an experience where even breathing or moving is the last thing on his mind. for a brief moment, even the cat-compass stops, shudders, and begins to fade in color. a lapse in judgement is all, a mistake in decision, the assistance of the talisman assists in keeping the feline in place, helping ground it in place. ]
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[ ignore the tail.
in the center of the park, a man sits politely staring at one empty side of the bench and is conversing with nothing. the sound of footsteps, his mouth closes shut, and turning his head where subaru can see in full view. half of soleum's face has turned into an obsidian sludge, shadows curling off like steam that's being drained by the inside of this space. round glasses have already slid down onto the ground covered in the same make-up of the cat that the other had scooped into talismans.
half a hand lifts up, the edges of soleum's skin darkened from where it slowly unfurls and drips away comes to hide his face. all it does is touch the substance, the edges sticking together like bubblegum until he pulls them away with a snap. it lacks sound, most things here do. whatever drips from the bench adds to the dark puddle on the ground, only growing bigger as time continues on.
one eye remains in soleum's head with the crimson center gone, and his pupil, a deep black, looks to the talisman in subaru's hand. ]
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there's this absent of light, everything feels cold, it's an experience where even breathing or moving is the last thing on his mind. for a brief moment, even the cat-compass stops, shudders, and begins to fade in color. a lapse in judgement is all, a mistake in decision, the assistance of the talisman assists in keeping the feline in place, helping ground it in place. ]
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[ ignore the tail.
in the center of the park, a man sits politely staring at one empty side of the bench and is conversing with nothing. the sound of footsteps, his mouth closes shut, and turning his head where subaru can see in full view. half of soleum's face has turned into an obsidian sludge, shadows curling off like steam that's being drained by the inside of this space. round glasses have already slid down onto the ground covered in the same make-up of the cat that the other had scooped into talismans.
half a hand lifts up, the edges of soleum's skin darkened from where it slowly unfurls and drips away comes to hide his face. all it does is touch the substance, the edges sticking together like bubblegum until he pulls them away with a snap. it lacks sound, most things here do. whatever drips from the bench adds to the dark puddle on the ground, only growing bigger as time continues on.
one eye remains in soleum's head with the crimson center gone, and his pupil, a deep black, looks to the talisman in subaru's hand. ]
...Sorry. I told them... not to bother anyone.